Make a Wish Upon a Shooting Star

Beerus's face instantly darkened, as if invisible veins were bulging on his forehead, and he shot Whis a sour glare.

"Oh dear, my apologies... just a little joke to help Lord Beerus wake up a bit." Whis quickly suppressed his grin, but the amusement in his eyes lingered stubbornly.

The two adjusted their course, ready to set off again.

But just then—

"Whoosh!"

Another small spaceship came roaring in from a different direction, noticeably slowing as it approached Beerus and Whis.

The ship's external speaker lit up, and a rough, anxious voice transmitted through the vacuum via energy conversion, reaching their ears:

"Hey! You, the purple cat over there! And the blue elf! Yeah, I'm talking to you two! Did you see a spherical mini-spaceship pass by here just now? Answer me if you heard me!"

Beerus: "..."

Whis: "..."

"Bastards! Deaf? Answer my question!" The voice from the ship grew more arrogant and impatient when it got no response.

"Destroy."

Beerus didn't even bother to glance at the ship again, just spat out those two words coldly.

Instantly, an invisible wave of dark purple energy rippled outward, engulfing the clueless little ship.

"Pop!"

No explosion, no flames, no debris.

The ship, along with the arrogant voice inside, was erased from existence in that moment—like a pencil mark wiped clean from paper—reduced to its most basic atoms, dissipating into nothing.

As if it had never been there.

"Annoying fly." Beerus snorted, flicking his tail, and ordered Whis, "Time to really go now, Whis."

"Yes, Lord Beerus." Whis nodded lightly, said no more, and tapped his staff. A soft radiance bloomed around them, purer and brighter than any star.

"Whoosh!"

The two transformed into a streak of flowing light, piercing through the sea of stars, racing toward their gourmet planet destination.

Mid-flight, perhaps to shake off the last dregs of drowsiness, or maybe out of sheer curiosity, Beerus asked casually, "By the way, Whis... that fly I just destroyed—what was it?"

Whis raised his staff again, and the crystal sphere shimmered with shifting light, tracing the past information of the now-vanished ship.

"Heh heh. Based on residual energy signals and database comparison, the person in that ship seems to be the father of that Saiyan infant from earlier. His name is Paragus. He was probably tracking his son's ship signal." Whis replied.

"Saiyans again!" Beerus narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing in his pupils. "I remember now. I told Vegeta III to find me the most comfortable pillow in the entire universe. And what did he do? He found it, kept the best one for himself, and gave me the second-rate tribute! Those disrespectful wild monkeys!"

Whis listened quietly, not interrupting.

"It seems the Saiyan race really has no reason to exist anymore." Beerus's voice turned icy and commanding as he made his decision. "Whis, contact Frieza immediately."

"As you wish, Lord Beerus." Whis carried out the order.

In an instant, Frieza's face appeared on the staff's crystal sphere, wearing his trademark fake smile.

"If it isn't Lord Beerus?" Frieza's voice came through, polite yet laced with innate malice. "What instructions do you have for me? It's my honor to serve you."

"I'll be going into a long sleep soon." Beerus gave the order in a tone that brooked no argument. "While I'm asleep, you'll handle planet destruction duties for me. Understood?"

"Oohohohoho—!" Frieza let out a series of gleeful, cruel laughs. "Rest assured, Lord Beerus! Destroying planets, letting them vanish in the most beautiful fireworks—that's my specialty, and my favorite pastime!"

"Mm." Beerus grunted indifferently, then added as if remembering something, "And while you're at it, destroy Planet Vegeta too. That's all."

On the other end of the communication, Frieza's fake smile froze for a moment, then twisted into something deeper and more sinister.

I was just worrying about that elusive legend of the Super Saiyan being born among the Saiyans.

Lord Beerus, this order is like a pillow arriving just as I was getting sleepy!

"As you command, Lord Beerus!" Frieza's voice carried barely contained excitement. "I'll make sure Planet Vegeta offers you the grandest and most eternal lullaby!"

The communication ended.

Beerus yawned, cast one last glance at the endless starry sky, and muttered, "Finally some peace... Let's go, Whis. I hope this food you mentioned can actually make me forget about sleeping for a while."

Their figures vanished completely into the depths of the starlight.

Three months later.

Earth.

Across a vast blue ocean, islands of various sizes dotted the surface like pearls.

One small island, tiny in area, was filled with a tranquil, peaceful atmosphere.

The most prominent building on the island was a strange house with Chinese-style architecture.

At that moment, the owner of the house, known as the God of Martial Arts, Master Roshi, was alone in his room.

He sat cross-legged on the floor, wearing an exaggerated pair of sunglasses and a Hawaiian floral shirt, his face nearly pressed against the screen of an old CRT television.

On the screen, several young girls in skimpy outfits were energetically dancing to a workout routine, full of youthful vitality.

"Hehehe... This one's good, this one's got a great figure... Oh! That smile's too sweet!" Master Roshi watched, utterly entranced, his murky old eyes gleaming with light, saliva unconsciously trickling down his grizzled beard.

"Thank you all for watching! Today's episode of Happy Fitness Exercise ends here. See you next week at the same time—don't miss it!" The leading girl blew a kiss at the camera, flashing a sweet, flawless smile.

Master Roshi felt as if his heart had been struck by the Arrow of Cupid, his whole body going numb and tingly. He instinctively waved back, dazedly saying goodbye: "See you..."

The show ended, leaving only a monotonous test pattern and buzzing static on the screen.

Master Roshi reluctantly pulled his gaze away, smacking his lips with lingering satisfaction, before slowly propping up his stiff old limbs and standing up from the floor.

He stretched again, and a series of soft crackling pops echoed from his joints.

"Ah... beautiful moments are always fleeting." Master Roshi sighed, then ambled outside to get some fresh air and check if his pet turtle had returned.

It was dusk, and the setting sun dyed the sky and sea a warm orange-red. The ocean surface shimmered with ripples, as if strewn with fragments of gold.

A slightly salty sea breeze blew gently, carrying the lazy, tropical island air.

Just as Master Roshi steadied himself and prepared to take a deep breath—

Whoosh!

An unusually bright meteor, trailing a long tail of light, suddenly tore through the gorgeous sunset, hurtling toward Earth's atmosphere.

Master Roshi froze, then a look of delighted surprise spread across his aged face.

A meteor!

He hadn't seen one this bright in ages!

A rare chance!

Quick, quick—make a wish!