Destruction

"Hey, Whis, I remember Saiyans had unusual physiques, but they still couldn't survive in outer space without protection, could they? What's going on with this kid?" Beerus looked surprised again, clearly taken aback.

"My, what amazing instincts." Whis studied him closely before explaining, "He's using the powerful energy inside his body to form a temporary protective barrier around himself. The barrier is simulating an atmosphere! However, this method consumes an enormous amount of energy and is extremely unstable. With his current level of control, I doubt he could survive in space for very long."

"Oh? So he knows I just smacked him away, and now he's rushing over to get revenge, no matter what?" The surprise on Beerus's face turned into a mocking, contemptuous smile. "How interesting. Very interesting!"

By then, Broly had closed to within about a kilometer of them.

On a cosmic scale, that was practically face-to-face.

Broly's tiny body hovered in the void, a trail of dark green energy streaming behind him. His clear eyes were fixed on Beerus.

There was no anger, no hatred.

Only the primal urge to strike back!

Broly suddenly opened his little mouth, and a disquieting glow of energy began to gather deep in his throat.

The light was a deep, dark green, yet seemed to contain boundless vitality.

"Whoosh!"

A concentrated beam of dark green energy shot from Broly's mouth, cutting through the void and roaring straight toward Beerus's face!

The space along its path seemed to ripple faintly.

Faced with an attack powerful enough to destroy a planet with ease, Beerus didn't even move his feet.

He simply raised one hand again, utterly casually, and opened his palm.

"Pfft!"

The dark green beam struck Beerus's palm dead on, but there was no explosion.

The energy seemed to hit an immovable wall. Its entire force and destructive power were neutralized in an instant.

With a faint, muffled sound, the energy dwindled like a candle in the wind, breaking into countless dark green specks of light that silently vanished into the vacuum.

It didn't even raise a ripple.

Broly's pupils contracted abruptly. His little mind seemed unable to understand what he had just witnessed.

But Broly kept staring at Beerus, as though trying to etch this powerful, unshakable figure deep into his newly awakened mind.

"Hmph. If you want to fight me, kid, go back and train for a few thousand years!" Beerus sneered, the corner of his mouth curling in disdain.

"My, Lord Beerus, please remember he's a baby who isn't even a year old." Whis gently shook his head, his voice tinged with resignation.

Broly didn't attack again.

He looked at the unfathomable being before him, then glanced back at the spaceship that, after being smacked away and propelled by its own momentum, had dwindled to a tiny speck...

It was about to disappear into the darkness.

Broly's simple mind seemed to finally realize something.

He might...

Not be able to catch the spaceship that could take him to an unknown destination.

An instinctive sense of danger replaced his urge to attack.

Without the slightest hesitation, Broly spun around. Dark green energy flared around him once more, propelling him like a meteor flying in reverse as he desperately chased after the spaceship.

However, when Beerus smacked the spaceship away, it had gained tremendous initial speed, and its engines were still running.

Broly was flying under his own power. Though fast, he could hardly catch up.

"Hahahaha! What a stupid little kid!" Beerus saw what was happening and burst out laughing, nearly crying with amusement. "If he can't catch the ship and runs out of energy and dies in space, that'll be the biggest joke in the universe!"

"Based on the current situation, the probability of this Saiyan infant catching the spaceship through his own power is less than 0.1%." Whis calmly gave his assessment.

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

"As you wish, Lord Beerus." Whis gave a slight nod, then elegantly raised his staff and pointed lightly at Broly's tiny figure from a great distance.

"Pop!"

An invisible, intangible force imbued with the power of the highest laws—Angel Power—crossed space and instantly took effect on Broly.

Broly felt the space around him distort strangely. The scene before his eyes wavered like a reflection on the surface of water.

"Whoosh!"

When Broly came to, he found himself safely seated in the cramped, familiar cockpit of the spaceship.

Broly blinked in confusion and scratched his head with one little hand, seemingly unable to understand what had just happened.

But young children were easily distracted, and the struggle earlier had drained much of his energy. A wave of exhaustion washed over him.

Broly let out a huge yawn, tilted his little head, and leaned against the soft seat. Almost instantly, he fell asleep again.

However, no one noticed...

As Whis transported Broly back to the spaceship and used Angel Power to stabilize its structure,

the force behind Beerus's casual slap and the subtle spatial disturbance caused by Whis's energy

had together caused a slight but fate-changing deviation in the navigation system, which had originally been set to Planet Vampa.

The destination coordinates had been quietly altered without anyone noticing.

The spaceship remained in autopilot, faithfully following its new instructions as it headed silently toward a beautiful blue planet at the edge of the North Galaxy—Earth.

"My, Broly is a little bit fierce..." Whis smiled.

"All right, we should go, Whis." Beerus let out a huge yawn, his eyelids so heavy they nearly stuck shut. He bared his teeth. "I can't take it anymore. I'm at my limit... If we don't find somewhere to sleep, I'll probably fall asleep right here before I even get to taste that delicious food you mentioned."

"In that case, how about we take a picture of Lord Beerus along?" Whis suddenly turned his head, wearing a bright, mischievous smile.

"Hm? A picture? What do you mean?" Beerus froze, his sleepy mind taking a moment to catch up.

"While I'm enjoying the delicacies on that planet, I can respectfully place a picture of Lord Beerus across the table. That way... well, in a sense, Lord Beerus will have joined me on this culinary adventure, sharing in the meal in spirit!" Whis's shoulders shook with laughter.