"What do you mean, Lord Beerus?" Trunks hadn't quite caught on.
Bulma smacked the back of his head. "You really are an idiot! Lord Beerus means he wants you to organize a tournament like that!"
At those words...
Trunks finally understood. He pointed at himself. "Lord Beerus, if you're having me organize the tournament, what will you do?"
"Sleep, of course. Why else would I have made you a Candidate God of Destruction?"
Beerus grinned with delight.
Sure enough, taking Trunks on as a Candidate God of Destruction had been the right decision. Not only did he get to enjoy all the delicious food Bulma provided, but he'd also gained a capable right-hand man like Trunks!
It was just a shame that this right-hand man was a little weak. He couldn't hold a candle to Gran!
Still...
He was a prodigy from Beerus's own timeline, so he was actually pretty decent.
"..."
Trunks's face instantly darkened with exasperation. His Lord Beerus was far too lazy! How did Lord Gran put up with the other Lord Beerus?
"Hmph, I'm leaving this to you. If you mess it up, I'll beat you up!"
Beerus raised his massive fist threateningly.
In truth, Beerus had never cared about his universe's ranking. But hearing how much Universe 7 in the other timeline had changed made the comparison sting. He was bitterly jealous that his other self got to enjoy such treatment!
Without Gran, his other self would have been just like him, stuck in second-to-last place!
So... he, too, had started thinking about improving his universe.
Most importantly, he had Trunks around, so he wouldn't need to do it himself!
"Fine. Then please get some rest, Lord Beerus."
What else could he say? Beerus was stronger, after all. Trunks could only agree.
"Oh ho ho!"