Whis cleared his throat delicately, the sound cutting through the tension like a knife through silk.
"Goku," he began, his voice light yet carrying undeniable authority, "Vados will be arriving soon to resume your training. I've pushed you quite far in recent sessions—enough that I believe you'll survive her... *unique* methods without immediately turning into cosmic dust." He offered a small, polite smile. "Consider it high praise."
Goku scratched the back of his head, grinning wide despite the ominous warning. "Thanks a lot, Whis! You've been a huge help. I feel way stronger already. Can't wait to see what Vados has in store!"
Vegeta snorted, eyes narrowing. "Don't get cocky, Kakarot. Her training makes Whis' look like a gentle warm-up."
Broly's massive frame shifted, a low rumble of anticipation building in his chest. His eyes gleamed with barely contained energy—he lived for battle, and the promise of more intense training set his blood ablaze.
Beerus finally rose from his cushion, stretching languidly. His golden eyes locked onto Goku with predatory interest. "You've grown, Saiyan," he drawled, voice dripping with amusement and menace. "I can feel it. That power of yours is no longer a flickering candle—it's starting to resemble a proper flame." He stepped forward slowly, the air around him crackling with violet-black energy. "Before Vados arrives and hogs all the fun... let's see just how bright that flame burns now. Spar with me, Goku. No holding back. Give me *everything*."
The planet responded instantly. The ground quivered as Goku's expression shifted from cheerful to deadly serious in an instant. His eyes narrowed, aura flaring subtly. He didn't speak—just nodded once.
Vegeta let out a long, exasperated sigh. "Here we go again..."
Broly's lips curled into a wide, feral grin, fists clenching so hard his knuckles popped like thunderclaps. Gohan adjusted his stance slightly, arms still crossed but his ki quietly rising in response to the building pressure. Piccolo took several deliberate steps backward, putting even more distance between himself and the inevitable devastation.
Whis tapped his staff against the ground twice—once for each combatant. A soft chime rang out, and a faint barrier shimmered into existence around the observers, protecting them from stray shockwaves.
"You may begin," Whis announced pleasantly, floating backward to join the spectators.
Beerus vanished.
To the others, he became nothing but a purple afterimage. In the blink of an eye, he closed the distance and drove a fist straight toward Goku's face. Goku met it with his own punch. The collision was apocalyptic.
A deafening **CRACK** split the air as the planet's surface shattered outward in a spiderweb of fractures. Massive chunks of rock erupted skyward like broken glass. The shockwave rolled outward, flattening what little vegetation existed and sending dust clouds racing across the horizon.
They separated for only a fraction of a second before exploding back into motion. Blows came faster than sound—fists, elbows, knees, spinning kicks. Each impact released bursts of raw ki that tore trenches into the ground. Goku weaved and countered; Beerus dodged with lazy grace, countering with precision that bordered on cruelty.
Mid-exchange, Goku roared. Golden light exploded around him, then shifted—deep, radiant blue. Super Saiyan Blue. His aura ignited like a newborn star, blue flames roaring skyward and temporarily dyeing the violet heavens azure. The scream of his transformation echoed across the planet and into the void beyond.
Beerus' smirk widened. "There it is. Show me more, monkey."
They clashed again. A punch from Goku grazed Beerus' cheek, drawing the faintest line of purple ichor. Beerus retaliated instantly—a brutal hook to Goku's midsection that folded him in half. Goku twisted mid-air, driving a knee toward Beerus' jaw. Beerus caught the leg, spun Goku like a ragdoll, and hurled him downward with planet-shattering force.
Goku slammed into the surface. The impact created a crater miles wide, dust billowing upward in a colossal mushroom cloud that blotted out the stars. Beerus didn't hesitate—he raised one hand, palm glowing with searing, destructive energy, and unleashed a roaring torrent of violet fire straight into the crater.
The blast engulfed everything. The ground melted, vaporized, reformed into molten rivers. The planet groaned as massive fissures split its crust.
But Goku was gone.
He flickered out of the blast just before it consumed him, reappearing behind Beerus inside the explosion itself. They fought *within* the inferno—fists blurring, legs whipping, energy blasts detonating point-blank. Beerus twisted away from most of Goku's strikes with infuriating ease, but Goku found an opening.
He seized Beerus by the head, slamming a vicious headbutt that echoed like a cannon shot. Beerus staggered. Goku grabbed the Destroyer's tail—risking everything—and swung him downward like a flail, smashing him into the planet's core. Before Beerus could recover, Goku plummeted after him, both fists hammering down onto Beerus' chest. The impact drove them deeper, tunneling through layers of rock and magma.
Beerus snarled, eyes flashing with true irritation. "Enough games."
A pulse of Hakai energy erupted from him—pure, erasure-purple destruction. Half the planet simply ceased to exist. A clean hemisphere vanished, leaving a glowing, molten wound in space. The blast caught Goku square in the chest and hurled him outward, tumbling through the void.
Beerus appeared behind him in an instant. One punch—casual, almost bored—sent Goku rocketing away. He smashed through three distant planets like a comet through paper, finally cratering into the surface of a fourth world. Dust and debris from the obliterated planets rained down around him.
Back on what remained of Beerus' world, Vegeta clenched his fists so hard his gloves tore. "Tch... still so far behind."
Broly's breathing grew heavier, his Legendary Super Saiyan aura flickering green at the edges, excitement turning almost painful.
Gohan's eyes narrowed, his own ki simmering hotter beneath his calm exterior.
Piccolo watched silently, arms crossed, calculating every exchange.
Beerus floated above the ruined fourth planet, voice carrying across the vacuum. "You're still weak, Goku. Pathetic, really."
He raised both hands. A sphere of cataclysmic energy formed—dense, black-edged violet. It swelled, promising annihilation. "Let's finish this farce."
The sphere launched, tearing through space toward Goku. Two entire planets in its path disintegrated into atoms as it passed.
Goku rose from the crater, battered but unbroken. Blood trickled from his mouth, but his eyes burned with unbreakable resolve. "Ka... me... ha... me... HAAAAA!"
The blue wave roared outward, meeting Beerus' attack head-on. For a moment they stalemated—two forces of apocalyptic power clashing in the void. Then Beerus poured more energy in. Goku's Kamehameha buckled, and the Destroyer's blast overwhelmed it.
The resulting explosion was blinding. Shockwaves rippled outward, shattering nearby celestial bodies into dust clouds. Entire star systems trembled.
When the light faded, Goku floated amid the debris, chest heaving, aura flickering. Beerus hovered opposite him, barely scratched, looking mildly impressed.
"Not bad," Beerus admitted. "But you're nowhere near ready for Vados. Keep training, Saiyan. Or next time... I won't stop at half a planet."
Whis sighed softly, tapping his staff. "Well then. That was entertaining. Shall we repair the scenery before Vados arrives? She does so hate untidiness."
The group stood in stunned silence as the remnants of battle slowly settled, the promise of even harsher training looming just over the horizon.
Meanwhile, far away on Earth, in the quiet seclusion of Master Roshi's small island home...
The elderly martial arts master had 18 pinned beneath him on his modest bed, the room dimly lit by a single lamp. Roshi's surprisingly strong hands gripped her hips as he thrust deeply, his long, thick length driving into her with powerful, rhythmic strokes. 18's usually cool demeanor had cracked—her head thrown back, platinum hair splayed across the pillow, loud moans filling the air as her body arched to meet each thrust.
"Ahh—Roshi—deeper!" she gasped, legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Her pussy clenched around him, slick and soaking, growing creamier with every motion. Roshi groaned in pleasure, pace quickening as he buried himself to the hilt again and again, the bed creaking under their combined force.