The voice on the other end of the Time Scroll fell silent for a long time.
Beerus and the others gathered around Kronoa, all wondering whether Gran would come.
But Gran remained silent. He seemed not to have expected this.
Just as Beerus was about to speak, his patience wearing thin...
"I'm not from Trunks's timeline. I'd rather not meet them."
Beerus's eyes widened. He had been ready to meet Gran, and now the brat didn't even want to see him!
"If you don't want to meet them, then that's fine..."
Kronoa wasn't surprised. She knew Gran had been busy lately, and she was about to end the call.
"Wait!"
Beerus suddenly shouted at the Time Scroll, "You're Beerus's disciple, after all. I'm Beerus too. What's wrong with coming to see me?"
"..."
Gran fell silent again. He hadn't expected the other Beerus to react so strongly.
"Lord Beerus, why do you want to meet me?"
"Why else? I'm curious about you."
Beerus leaned toward the Time Scroll. "I want to know what kind of person could get someone as lazy as me—and Whis—to take him on as a disciple."
Whis: "..."
He felt attacked!
"Lord Beerus, I'm not from your timeline. If I travel through time, that counts as manipulating time."
"Don't give me that nonsense. You're a Candidate God of Destruction from another timeline. Don't tell me you don't know how this works. Besides, you're with the Time Patrol. Even if you travel through time, it can't be that serious a crime."
"..."
The other end of the Time Scroll went quiet again.
Beerus snapped, "After all that, are you coming or not?"
"Fine. I'll come meet you."
The voice from the Time Scroll cut off at once.
"Huh?"
Beerus froze.
Trunks was thrilled. He hurriedly shouted, "Lord