God of Destruction and Angel

God of Destruction and Angel, within the Royal Palace at the center of Royal City.

On the throne representing the highest authority of the Saiyans sat a gaunt, purple-skinned, hairless cat-man, looking completely at ease.

This cat was God of Destruction Beerus.

To Beerus's left stood a man dressed in unusual attire, holding a Scepter, his expression calm and composed.

He was Angel Whis.

At this moment, a deeply tragic scene was unfolding here.

Below the throne, Beerus had one foot on King Vegeta's head, grinding it down without pause.

Faced with such humiliation, King Vegeta knelt on both knees, trembling violently. Not only did he not dare resist in the slightest, he even moved along with Beerus's motions.

That face, once brimming with majesty, had long been overtaken by cold sweat and terror.

He never could have imagined that the legendary God of Destruction would descend upon Planet Vegeta.

He was now utterly terrified, afraid that one wrong move from the other party would result in his immediate destruction.

Fortunately, he had not acted rashly from the very beginning and had received the visitor with the highest standard of Saiyan etiquette.

Otherwise, he could imagine what would have happened to him.

Yet even so, he had failed to please this God. Instead, because the food did not suit Beerus's taste, Beerus had toyed with him and told him to find the best pillow in the Universe.

King Vegeta did not dare argue, much less object. He could only have his subordinates prepare one.

The result was the scene before them.

"King Vegeta, are you mocking this God? The best pillow in the entire Universe is not this kind of trash." God of Destruction Beerus's teasing expression revealed his merciless contempt for an insect.

As his foot exerted a little more force, King Vegeta lowered his head further until it was pressed against the ground.

"Spare... spare me... Lord God of Destruction... I'll immediately order my men to find the best pillow in the entire Universe..." Even King Vegeta's voice had changed.

Right now, all he wanted was to survive.

The dignity of the Saiyan King meant nothing if he lost his life. Without life, there was nothing left.

So weak. So utterly pathetic.

If the other Saiyans saw this scene, they would surely find it unbelievable.

And at this very moment, someone did see it. At first, he could not believe his eyes, but then anger appeared on his face.

It was Vegeta, who had come to discuss leading a planetary campaign with his father.

"Stop it!!" Overcome by emotion, Vegeta was only five years old, yet he erupted with tremendous force and charged straight at Beerus.

His courage was admirable, but Beerus merely glanced at him. That alone left the young boy dazed and unable to control himself as he staggered two steps forward and fell.

With a power level of only a few thousand, how could he possibly compare to the supreme God of Destruction of the Seventh Universe?

"The so-called Saiyan King is truly a coward. Even a little brat has more courage than you." No longer in the mood to play around, Beerus rose from the throne, his words filled with disdain.

As he spoke, Beerus casually stomped down, forcing King Vegeta's head to smash through the floor and become embedded in it.

That terrifying power knocked him unconscious in an instant.

"What Fighting Race Saiyans? What a joke. This trash planet isn't somewhere this God wants to stay for even another moment." Beerus paid no attention whatsoever to what he had done.

To him, not directly destroying Planet Vegeta was already repayment enough for King Vegeta's poor hospitality.

"Understood, Lord Beerus." Whis's expression remained unchanged from beginning to end.

Before leaving, however, he cast a deep look at Vegeta, who lay on the ground without the slightest ability to resist.

That glance seemed to see into the future, carrying profound meaning.

Long after they had left, the collapsed Vegeta finally recovered.

Only after confirming that the two had gone did he quickly rise and run to King Vegeta's side to check on him.

He did not know who they were. He only knew that their strength was beyond anything they could resist.

God of Destruction Beerus had taught the young Vegeta the first lesson of his life.

He made the Prince understand that although he was the prince of the Saiyan race, in truth, he was nothing.

Of course, this memory would soon be buried in the deepest part of young Vegeta's consciousness, because for the next twenty years, he would become Frieza's toy for amusement.

The Market Town outside Royal City.

Talot returned here at his fastest speed.

If he had known everything that had happened in the Royal Palace, his heart would certainly have grown heavy.

Because, just as he had expected, the events had unfolded exactly like the plot he knew.

Along the way, Talot greeted familiar people on the streets before heading straight to Bardock and Gine's home.

Talot's house was right next door; the two homes were practically side by side.

After entering, Talot saw Gine cutting up a beast's leg.

She was so focused that she did not notice Talot come in.

"I'm back, Aunt Gine."

Hearing his voice, Gine jolted as though startled before turning around.

When she saw that it was Talot, a smile spread across her face.

"Little Talot, you're back so early today?"

Gine teased him, then skillfully raised a hand and pinched Talot's cheek.

As a Female Saiyan, especially one who had only recently given birth, Gine did not need to go out and carry out missions like the other Saiyans.

Of course, that was also because of Bardock. Gine did not have to be a combat-type Saiyan and only needed to handle logistical work.

Being teased again, Talot wanted to resist but had no way to do so.

Ever since he was little, Gine had always liked teasing him this way.

He could only wait until Gine had pinched enough before he could escape.

"Aunt Gine, I'm already five years old. You can't keep pinching my cheeks from now on." Covering the cheek that had been pinched, Talot grumbled out of habit.

"So our little Talot has grown up and started disliking Aunt Gine?" Gine put on a sad expression, her tone especially aggrieved.

If outsiders saw this scene, they would surely think it was playful banter between a mother and son.

Of course, to Talot, Gine was not his mother, but she was better than one.

Talot had also felt from Gine the maternal love he had lacked even in his previous life.

After some playful fooling around, Talot brought up the real matter with Gine.

"Aunt Gine, last time I heard you say Uncle Bardock should be coming back soon. Do you know exactly which day he'll return?"

"Let me think. Based on the time he mentioned during our last call, it should be around these next few days. If everything goes smoothly, I think Bardock should be home tomorrow or the day after." Gine placed an index finger against her chin as she thought, then spoke after a moment.

"He'll be back tomorrow or the day after? That soon?" Talot was startled.

This was completely beyond his expectations.

He had thought that even if it was close, he would still have some time to prepare. Who would have thought it had already reached such a critical point?

If this was the prelude to the beginning of the plot, then he had to take action.

Seeing Talot's strange expression, Gine was somewhat puzzled and asked, "Little Talot, do you need Bardock's help with something?"