Of all anime, Dragon Ball was undoubtedly the most hot-blooded and had the highest power levels (no arguments accepted).
Glen had come to this world and even become a Saiyan. He didn't want to fade into the crowd in this hot-blooded world, much less die like an ant for no apparent reason, caught in the aftermath of a battle between powerful fighters!
He too yearned for battles that set his blood boiling, wanted to savor the thrill of breaking through his limits, and wanted to stand atop the pyramid and look down on all living beings...
Most importantly, that guy Vegeta had nearly gotten him killed as soon as he transmigrated. He had to beat Vegeta until his teeth were scattered all over the ground!
Of course, all of that required him to possess great strength himself!
And now he had a chance.
Whis was the Grand Priest's son. He was Beerus's servant and also his master.
Aside from Beerus's own talent, Whis deserved the rest of the credit for how powerful he had become.
Whis was a born guide, and no one knew the extent of his power. If there was anyone in this world best suited to be Glen's master, it could only be Whis!
Seeing that Whis said nothing, Glen continued, "I won't have you teach me for nothing. From now on, I'll take care of everything you eat. That'll be my payment. What do you think?"
Glen had humbled himself considerably. Was that embarrassing?
Embarrassing, my ass!
To become stronger, Dragon Ball's protagonists Son Goku and Vegeta had been even more humble when they begged Whis and Beerus!
If even they could go that far, how could Glen not do the same?
This was Whis!!
Forget merely making delicious food for Whis. If Whis would really teach him to cultivate, he'd even streak naked!
As Whis continued to say nothing, Glen suddenly grew uneasy.
No way. Haven't I conquered his stomach yet? That can't be right!
Just as Glen was beginning to despair-
"All right."
Whis gave a slight nod.
Glen froze for a moment, then instantly realized what had happened. He'd done it!!!
"Thank you, Mr. Whis!"
Glen jumped up and down with excitement.
Seeing the little brat so excited, Whis's lips curved up slightly.
If he hadn't planned to let Glen stay in the God of Destruction Realm, why would he have brought him here?
The dimensional change in Glen was simply too bizarre, and it had indeed piqued Whis's curiosity. He wanted to see what secrets the little fellow was hiding.
Of course, he couldn't do without the payment the little fellow had promised, either!!!!
"Although I've agreed to guide your cultivation, you might not be able to stay in the God of Destruction Realm for very long," Whis suddenly said.
?
Glen's excitement instantly subsided, and his two little eyebrows knitted together. What did Whis mean?
"Since you've read your Saiyan race's history, you should also know that the master of the God of Destruction Realm is a God of Destruction."
Whis glanced back at the palace where Beerus lay sleeping.
Glen understood at once. "You mean if Lord Beerus wakes up, he'll drive me away, right?"
"Drive you away?"
Whis shook his head and smiled faintly. "Given how much Lord Beerus dislikes the Saiyan race, he might even destroy you."
At the word "destroy," Glen shuddered violently.
"Destruction" was a God of Destruction's ultimate move. It could destroy anything weaker than itself.
Once something was destroyed, not even Shenron could restore it!
Super Shenron was an exception, of course.
Then Glen remembered the cool pose Beerus struck when using "Destruction." He instantly forgot his fear and became wildly excited!
Since Whis has agreed to teach me, I have to learn "Destruction" too!
No, that's not right!
I should learn every skill Whis has!
Watching Glen's expression change over and over, Whis's lips twitched.
Just what is this little fellow thinking? Shouldn't he be afraid of Beerus waking up right now?
Why does he seem so excited?
"I'm not afraid. As far as I know, Lord Beerus seems to like good food too."
Glen suddenly spoke, his voice childish. "Even you've been won over by my cooking, Mr. Whis. I don't believe Lord Beerus could resist it!"
Rumble-!
Whis's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
The little fellow was right. Given how passionate Beerus was about good food, he really would spare Glen.
This was bad!
When the time came, he wouldn't be the only one who could enjoy that kind of food!!!
"What's wrong, Mr. Whis?" Glen asked, suppressing a smile. He naturally knew what Whis was thinking.
"You..."
Whis looked at him with a deeply aggrieved expression and said crossly, "You know us pretty well, kid."
Glen shut his mouth, not daring to say anything more.
"All right, get yourself into good shape today. I'll start guiding your cultivation tomorrow. And don't forget the payment you promised."
"Yes."
Glen breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Whis hadn't pressed him further.
With Whis's magic, a small house appeared beside the lake, and Glen officially settled down in the God of Destruction Realm.
Frieza Headquarters.
The planet was filled with a sense of technology and industry. Inside a palace-
"King Frieza, that brat Vegeta has completed his planet-clearing mission," said a handsome man. He was none other than Zarbon.
"Hmm. Don't give him any time to train. Keep sending him new missions."
Frieza, seated in his "baby carriage," spoke slowly.
Frieza's body was covered in a hard shell. He had blood-red eyes and purplish-black lips, with two lines beneath his eyes resembling tear tracks.
He looked utterly evil!
"Yes."
Zarbon hesitated, as though he had more to say.
Frieza narrowed his eyes and asked in a raspy voice, "What is it?"
"King Frieza, Vegeta's squad is missing a Saiyan."
Zarbon continued his report. "According to the recording sent back by the Scouter, that Saiyan was named Glen. He was ambushed by a native and seriously injured, but Vegeta abandoned him in the end."
"Oh ho ho~~"
Frieza suddenly burst out laughing, his laughter as chilling as a venomous snake.
Zarbon couldn't help shivering. He didn't dare say a word at a time like this, for fear that the king would suddenly take it out on him.
"There are barely any Saiyans left, yet that Saiyan prince still abandoned one of his own people. That brat Vegeta is cold-blooded, and stupid too!"
Frieza laughed until tears came to his eyes, then shifted his gaze. "Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Zarbon?"
Cold-blooded?
Who in this world is more cold-blooded than you, Frieza? Zarbon naturally didn't dare say that. He joined in with a cold laugh.
"Indeed, he's very stupid. How could such a foolish race possibly produce a Legendary Super Saiyan?"
Hearing this, Frieza nodded in satisfaction. "Quite right. How could such a foolish race possibly have a Super Saiyan? Your wisdom is truly unparalleled, Mr. Zarbon. You may leave now."
"Yes!"
Zarbon bowed, then quickly turned and left the palace. He didn't want to spend a moment longer than necessary beside the temperamental king.
Sure enough, just as he stepped through the palace gates, Frieza's sinister, chilling laughter suddenly rang out from inside again.
Zarbon shuddered all over and flew away without looking back.
Meanwhile.
Five-year-old Vegeta returned to Frieza Headquarters. Not long after he got out of his spaceship, he suddenly received another mission through his communicator.
Vegeta's little face twisted with anger. "Damn it, does Frieza really think I'm his free labor?!!"
Raditz asked cautiously, "What's wrong?"
"Shut up and get on the spaceship!"
Vegeta jumped into the spaceship and looked back. "You'd better not hold me back, or you'll end up like Glen!"
Vegeta, who had yet to be influenced by Bulma, was still far too evil. His words made every member of his squad shiver.
"Yes!"
Several small spaceships rose from the ground in bursts of flame and soon disappeared from Frieza Headquarters.