Destruction

"Hey, Whis, I remember Saiyans have a special constitution, but can't they still survive in outer space without protection? What's the deal with this kid?" Beerus showed a surprised expression again, caught off guard.

"Oh my, what an astonishing instinct." Whis looked closely and explained, "He's using the immense energy within his body to spontaneously form a temporary protective barrier around himself, which simulates an atmosphere-like environment inside! However, this method is extremely energy-intensive and very unstable. With his current level of control, he probably can't sustain long-term survival in space."

"Oh? So he knows I just swatted him away, and he's recklessly trying to come after me for revenge?" Beerus's surprise twisted into a sneering, contemptuous smile. "Interesting. Very interesting."

By now, Broly had closed in to about a kilometer away.

At a cosmic scale, that distance was practically face-to-face.

Broly's small body floated in the void, a trail of dark green aura streaking behind him, his clear eyes locked onto Beerus.

No anger. No hatred.

Just a pure, primal urge to fight back.

Broly suddenly opened his tiny mouth, and a chilling glow of energy began gathering deep in his throat.

The light was a deep, dark green, as if brimming with boundless vitality.

"Fwoosh!"

A condensed beam of dark green energy shot from Broly's mouth, slicing through the brief void and hurtling straight toward Beerus's face.

Where the beam passed, even space seemed to ripple faintly.

Faced with an attack capable of easily destroying a planet, Beerus didn't even shift his footing.

He merely raised a hand again, palm open, with utter nonchalance.

"Thump!"

The dark green energy beam struck Beerus's palm precisely, but there was no explosion as expected.

Instead, the energy hit an unyielding wall, its impact and destructive force neutralized and dissipated in an instant.

With a soft, muffled sound, the energy scattered like a guttering candle flame, dissolving into countless dark green specks that silently vanished into the vacuum.

Not even a ripple remained.

Broly's pupils suddenly contracted. His small mind seemed unable to comprehend what had just happened.

But he still stared intently at Beerus, as if trying to etch this unshakable, overwhelming figure deep into his newly awakened consciousness.

"Hmph, kid. You want to fight me? Go train for a few thousand more years!" Beerus scoffed, a disdainful curl to his lips.

"Oh dear, Lord Beerus, please don't forget—he's still an infant, less than a year old." Whis shook his head lightly, a hint of helplessness in his tone.

Broly didn't attack again.

He looked at the unfathomable being before him, then turned his head to glance back at the spaceship—now just a tiny dot from being swatted away and its own momentum...

About to vanish into the dark depths of space.

Broly's simple mind seemed to finally realize.

He probably...

Couldn't catch up to that ship, the one that would take him to an unknown destination.

A primal sense of danger replaced his urge to attack.

Without a moment's hesitation, Broly spun around. The dark green aura around him erupted again, propelling him like a reverse meteor, desperately chasing the direction the ship had disappeared.

But the spaceship had gained immense initial velocity from Beerus's slap, and its own engines were still running.

Broly flew using his own energy—fast, but barely able to keep up.

"Hahaha! What an idiot kid!" Beerus burst into laughter at the sight, nearly crying from amusement. "If he really can't catch the ship and runs out of energy dying in space, that'd be the biggest joke in the universe!"

"Based on current analysis, the probability of this Saiyan infant catching up to the ship under his own power is less than 0.1 percent." Whis gave a calm assessment.

"Tch, troublesome." Beerus stopped laughing and clicked his tongue. "Give him a hand, Whis."

"As you wish, Lord Beerus." Whis nodded slightly, elegantly raising his staff. From a vast distance, he gently tapped in Broly's direction.

"Snap!"

An intangible force of Angel Power, imbued with the highest laws, crossed space and instantly acted upon Broly.

Broly only felt a strange distortion in the space around him, the scene before him rippling like a reflection on water.

"Shwoosh!"

By the time Broly came to his senses, he found himself sitting securely in the cramped, familiar cockpit of the spaceship.

Broly blinked blankly, reached up a small hand to scratch his head, utterly unable to grasp what had just happened.

But a child's attention is easily diverted, and the earlier exertion had drained his energy. A wave of drowsiness washed over him.

Broly let out a big yawn, tilted his head, and leaned back into the soft seat, almost instantly falling asleep again.

But no one noticed...

At the same time Whis teleported Broly back to the ship and stabilized its structure with Angel Power.

The force from Beerus's casual slap, combined with the subtle spatial disturbances from Whis's energy intervention.

Together, they caused a tiny—yet fate-altering—shift in the ship's navigation system, originally set to course for Planet Vampa.

The course coordinates were silently altered without anyone noticing.

The ship, still in autopilot mode, faithfully executed the new directive, heading silently toward a beautiful blue planet on the edge of the North Galaxy—Earth.

"Oh my, this Broly is a bit too fierce..." Whis said with a smile.

"Alright, we should go now, Whis." Beerus let out a huge yawn, his eyelids so heavy they nearly stuck together, baring his teeth. "I can't take it anymore... I'm at my limit. If I don't find a place to sleep soon, I'm afraid I'll just pass out on the way before I even get to taste that food you mentioned."

"Then, how about bringing a photo of Lord Beerus along?" Whis suddenly turned around, flashing a mischievous, brilliant smile.

"Huh? A photo? What do you mean?" Beerus blinked, his sleep-addled brain slow to catch on.

"While I enjoy the delicacies on that planet, I can respectfully place a photo of Lord Beerus across the table. That way... well, in a sense, Lord Beerus will have participated in this culinary journey—your spirit will be one with the food!" Whis laughed, his shoulders shaking.