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West City.
It had already been seven days since Bulma left this timeline.
Inside Bulma's house—
"She's been gone for so long—why hasn't she come back yet? I'm worried sick!" Tights paced back and forth anxiously.
On the sofa sat two others—Dr. Briefs and Mrs. Briefs.
"Dad, how can you be so calm?"
Seeing her father quietly reading a newspaper without the slightest reaction, Tights hurried over.
"What good will worrying do?" Dr. Briefs put down his newspaper and sighed. "You two sisters never let us have any peace. One just came back from wandering the universe, and now the other has gone off traveling through time."
Tights: "..."
She knew her past actions had already caused their parents enough worry.
But this time was different—Bulma had crossed through time itself. The danger was on an entirely different level.
What if something happened to her?
Seeing the anxiety written all over Tights' face, Dr. Briefs spoke again:
"You should know that the two guests staying here are the most powerful deities in the universe. Why don't you ask them if there's another way?"
If all else failed… he would just have to build another time machine.
Of course, he kept that thought to himself.
"Alright."
Tights had met Gran once years ago, so she had no doubts about Beerus and Whis' identities.
She immediately headed toward the courtyard.
It was late afternoon. The sun hung low, painting the sky in shades of amber.
Since returning from Mount Paozu yesterday, Beerus and Whis had been lounging on reclining chairs in the yard.
"Lord Beerus, Mr. Whis," Tights greeted respectfully with a bow.
"What is it?"
Beerus slowly opened his eyes, his tone indifferent.
Ordinarily, no one would be qualified to speak to him.
But this was Bulma's sister—he was willing to make a slight exception.
"Lord Beerus… my sister has been gone for so long after traveling through time, and she still hasn't returned. I'm afraid something might have happened to her."
The moment she said this—
Beerus' expression darkened instantly.
The surrounding temperature seemed to drop by more than ten degrees. Tights couldn't help but shiver.
"That woman clearly has a high IQ, yet she goes and does something as stupid as tampering with time!"
Beerus rose from his chair, visibly furious.
Whis also stood up, letting out a soft sigh.
"Complaining now won't solve anything. Let's go find Chronoa."
Bulma had been gone for seven days—it was indeed too long.
"Tch! Now I have to owe someone a favor again. When we find her, I'm definitely going to give her a piece of my mind!"
Beerus grumbled irritably.
Watching this, Tights was stunned.
She hadn't expected a being of this level to personally intervene to save her sister.
It seemed Bulma held quite a significant place in their hearts.
"Whis, take me to the Supreme Kai Realm."
To find Chronoa, they needed to reach the Time Realm—and to get there, they needed a Time Ring.
Supreme Kais possessed Time Rings. Though different from those of Time Patrol members, they could still guide one to the end of time.
"Understood."
Just as Whis was about to move—
He suddenly stopped.
Beerus frowned, about to speak...
But in the next instant, he sensed it too.
"Temporal fluctuation!"
"Could it be… that woman is coming back?"
Both of them fixed their gaze on the sky above the courtyard.
Moments later.
A crack tore through space-time.
From within, a man and a woman stepped out.
Gran… and Bulma had returned from the future.
"Bulma!"
Tights shouted excitedly as she saw her sister.
"Sis!"
Bulma immediately flew down and embraced her.
Gran, meanwhile, remained hovering in the sky, calmly observing Beerus and Whis below.
And they, in turn, stared back at him.
A year ago, this young man had faced Quitela, breaking through to the Angel Realm to slay him—only to be dragged into a temporal rift afterward.
And now…
He had finally returned.
"Lord Beerus, Whis… sorry for making you worry."
Gran slowly descended, offering an apologetic smile.
After a year away… he was finally home.
"Worry? Why would we worry about you?" Beerus turned his head aside, unwilling to let Gran see the emotion in his eyes.
"Lord Beerus really is stubborn. I wonder who it was that kept asking me every day when Gran would return?" Whis chuckled, covering his mouth.
Hearing that, a warm current flowed through Gran's chest.
He glanced at Beerus.
Still as stubborn—and oddly endearing—as ever.
"You're slandering me! I never said that!" Beerus snapped, neck stiff.
"Oh my, Gran already knows your personality. There's no need to pretend, Lord Beerus."
Beerus: "..."
Seeing Beerus cornered, Gran quickly stepped in.
"This is my fault. Next time I run into trouble, I'll definitely call for Lord Beerus."
"Oh? So you do know to call me?"
Beerus crossed his arms, clearly displeased.
"The Sixth and Seventh Universes are our territory! You ran into that damn rat Quitela and didn't call us—you really know how to infuriate me!"
Of course, Gran had his reasons.
Facing a God of Destruction under Zeno's authority—if he had called Beerus and Champa, they might have been punished by Zeno afterward.
"Alright, don't be angry, Lord Beerus. I just wanted to use Quitela as a stepping stone to break through. And as you can see… I've reached the Angel Realm."
Gran slung an arm over Beerus' shoulder in a half-apologetic gesture.
Beerus brushed him off and gave him a once-over.
"And yet a so-called Angel Realm expert got sucked into a time rift. How embarrassing."
Gran gave an awkward laugh.
How was he supposed to know that Angel-level power could shatter space-time?
Whis, however, noticed the ring on Gran's hand and smiled knowingly.
"You've become a Time Patrol member?"
Beerus immediately looked at the ring, eyes widening.
Though he had suspected it, confirmation still shocked him.
"Mm."
Gran nodded and briefly explained his encounter with Chronoa.
Beerus clicked his tongue.
"Being a God of Destruction is already troublesome enough, and yet you went and took on an even more complicated role. I really don't understand you."
Well, I needed to comprehend time power, Gran thought, but kept it to himself.
He'd save that "surprise" for later.
Whis, however, caught the subtle smugness in Gran's expression.
Did he really… succeed in grasping time power?
"Bulma! Get over here!"
Beerus suddenly shouted.
"Ah?!"
Bulma, still reunited with her sister, froze.
She turned—and saw Beerus glaring at her, teeth clenched.
A chill ran down her spine.
She had almost forgotten—
She had committed a grave crime.
"Gran! Save me!" she immediately hid behind him.
"Bulma, you've got some nerve!" Beerus pointed at her angrily.
"Do you even understand how serious tampering with time is?!"
Of course she did.
But Gran had been dragged into a temporal rift—how could she not try to save him?
"Enough."
Gran pulled Beerus aside.
"She did it for me. Let it go this once, Lord Beerus."
"Hmph. If there's a next time, I won't let her off so easily!"
Given an out, Beerus grumbled and dropped the matter.
"Thank you, Lord Beerus!"
Bulma quickly moved behind him and began massaging his shoulders.
Beerus narrowed his eyes, clearly enjoying it.
Gran and Whis exchanged a glance, both smiling.
Sharp tongue, soft heart.
As evening deepened.
"Alright," Beerus said, stopping Bulma.
"It's getting late. Gran's finally back—go prepare a feast."
"Yes!"
Bulma saluted playfully and dragged Tights off toward the kitchen.
Soon, the dining hall lit up, and chefs began preparing an extravagant banquet.
Meanwhile, Gran, Beerus, and Whis lounged in the courtyard, chatting.
Gran recounted everything that had happened over the past year.
At first, Beerus and Whis grew serious upon hearing he interfered with another timeline.
After all, such actions could create new parallel worlds.
But as they listened—
They realized Chronoa hadn't stopped him.
Which meant he likely wouldn't face consequences.
And considering Zeno and the Grand Priest already favored Gran…
They relaxed considerably.
"And then?" Beerus asked, gazing at the stars.
"Then I went to meet you—well, another you."
"What?!"
Beerus shot upright.
"With my personality, if that version of me hadn't taken you as a disciple, I'd probably still be asleep. How could you have met him?"
"So you admit you spend all your time sleeping?" Gran teased.
Both he and Whis burst into laughter.
"Watch it! Even you're making fun of me now? Getting bold, aren't you?" Beerus rolled his eyes before lying back down.
"Go on—did you wake him up on purpose?"
"Yep. The moment he woke up, he tried to destroy me."
"Hmph. With his strength? Trying to destroy an Angel-level expert? He must've been dreaming."
Gran and Whis laughed again.
Beerus smirked.
"So—what was his reaction when he learned you were my disciple?"
Whis leaned in, eyes gleaming.
"Yes, yes—what about me in that timeline?"
Gran suppressed a grin and described their reactions in vivid detail—
The envy. The jealousy. The disbelief.
The moment he finished...
Whis flushed red, an indescribable sense of satisfaction surging through him.
Beerus fared no better, laughing like a fool.
Being envied—especially by another version of oneself—
was an incredible feeling.
Soon after...
The banquet was ready.
The three of them headed to the dining hall.
The table was filled with delicacies from land and sea, an extravagant spread.
Yet only five people attended—Gran, Beerus, Whis, and the Briefs sisters.
Dr. Briefs and his wife left the gathering to the younger generation.
Before long, the hall echoed with clattering dishes—and fierce competition for food.
"Whis, stop right there! That's the last drumstick!"
"My apologies, Lord Beerus—but I quite fancy this one."
"Gran! Why are you transforming into Super Saiyan Four just to eat?!"
"Lord Beerus, you used to steal my food all the time. Now it's my turn!"
"Gah! So now that you've both reached the Angel Realm, you're ganging up on me?! Infuriating!"
"Haha! That's why you should train harder, Lord Beerus!"
"No thanks…"
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