Beerus glanced at Lin Fan, who was heartily devouring alien barbecue beside him, and spoke around a mouthful of meat.
"You're a real monster among Saiyans."
He wasn't just saying that.
Back in the day, he had visited Planet Vegeta.
The Saiyans there had all been arrogant as hell, yet he could have crushed every last one of them with a single finger.
But Lin Fan, the Saiyan in front of him, had completely surpassed him, a God of Destruction, in just three years.
If it weren't for the distinctive tail behind Lin Fan and his own claim that he was the Saiyan Progenitor, Beerus would have wondered if he was some amnesiac god.
"Honestly..."
Beerus swallowed his mouthful of meat, his expression growing more serious.
"Your existence has made Whis and me realize that the Saiyan race isn't actually weak."
Lin Fan grinned, picked up a piece of meat, and stuffed it into his mouth before replying indistinctly.
"There's never been any shortage of monsters among the Saiyans."
As he chewed, he muttered to himself.
For that matter, the rate at which Son Goku and Vegeta grew stronger later on was downright ridiculous.
As he pondered, Lin Fan suddenly froze.
He'd just remembered something.
A few days ago, Beerus had mentioned in passing that he'd had a prophetic dream.
The dream had something to do with the Super Saiyan God!
The thought sent a surge of excitement through Lin Fan.
He'd been so focused on fighting Whis that he'd nearly forgotten such an important part of the story!
In his excitement, Lin Fan slapped the table.
"Bang!"
A deafening crash rang out.
The table, made from special materials, shattered beneath his hand.
Barbecue and wine spilled all over the floor.
Beerus's face darkened instantly.
He clenched his fists and glared at Lin Fan, veins bulging on his forehead.
"Lin Fan!"
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"Why'd you smash a perfectly good table?!"
"And my meat! My wine! It's all filthy now!"
Seeing Beerus fly into a rage, Lin Fan rubbed his nose, looking a little embarrassed.
Whis could only shake his head helplessly, then let a smile tug at the corners of his mouth.
He slowly raised the staff in his hand and gave it a gentle wave.
A pale golden light flashed.
The next moment, the shattered table gradually returned to its original state.
The barbecue and wine scattered across the floor returned to the table, just as they had been before—not a speck of dust on them.
That was an angel's power: turning back time.
Most of Beerus's anger dissipated at once.
He snorted, picked up a piece of barbecue, and took a huge bite, accepting Lin Fan's apology.
Seeing this, Lin Fan hurried over, plastering on a smile.
"Hey, Beerus..."
"That prophetic dream you mentioned a few days ago..."
"Was it about the Super Saiyan God?"
Whis paused at the words "Super Saiyan God."
He turned to Beerus, his eyes glinting with amusement.
"Oh? So you told Lin Fan about your prophetic dream, Beerus."
"Speaking of which, your dreams have an abysmal track record."
"Like the time you dreamed your idol had moved near your house. You waited excitedly for days, but never saw so much as a glimpse of them."
"Whis!"
Beerus's face turned bright red.
He slapped the table, though this time he didn't smash it.
Pointing at Whis, he shouted in exasperation.
"What nonsense are you talking about?!"
"That was an accident! Just an accident!"
"And don't bring it up again!"
Seeing Beerus lose his temper out of embarrassment, Lin Fan couldn't help laughing.
Well, who knew even a God of Destruction could have such an embarrassing moment?
He quickly cut off their bickering and pressed Beerus again.
"Come on, stop arguing."
"Beerus, tell me. Was that prophetic dream really about the Super Saiyan God?"
Beerus took a deep breath, tamping down his anger.
After a moment's thought, he nodded.
"That's right."
"The Super Saiyan God was mentioned in the dream."
"But it was just a dream."
"I don't care about it anymore."
"Who knows if this prophecy's false too?"
Beerus clearly didn't expect much from it.
After all, his prophetic dreams were rarely ever reliable.
Lin Fan grinned, folding his arms across his chest, looking utterly confident.
"No."
"Your prophetic dream was real."
"The Super Saiyan God really does exist."
He paused, then added:
"I swear on my identity as the Saiyan Progenitor, I'm not lying to you."
At that, Beerus and Whis both froze.
Their faces were full of surprise.
Beerus in particular had stopped chewing, the barbecue forgotten in his hand. His eyes were wide as he stared at Lin Fan in disbelief.
"What did you say?"
"The Super Saiyan God really exists?"
"My prophetic dream came true?"
This was a first!
Whis looked just as astonished.
He gazed at Lin Fan and asked curiously:
"Lin Fan, are you sure?"
"How do you know the Super Saiyan God really exists?"
Lin Fan smiled mysteriously, offering no further explanation.
He couldn't exactly tell them he'd crossed over from another world and knew the story, could he?
Beerus was already completely worked up.
He dropped the barbecue, stood, and clenched his fists, his whole body trembling slightly.
"Where?"
"Where is the Super Saiyan God?"
"I'm going to find him!"
"I'm going to fight him!"
"I'll see for myself whether this so-called Super Saiyan God deserves to be called a 'god'!"
Seeing how excited Beerus was, Lin Fan spoke calmly.
"He's on Earth."
"Earth?"
Beerus paused.
The name didn't ring a bell.
Whis raised his staff again and gave it a gentle wave.
The next moment, a holographic image appeared before the three of them.
It showed a blue planet.
Earth.
Whis looked at the image and spoke slowly.
"Found it."
"Earth. Coordinates: XXXX."
"Come to think of it, after Planet Vegeta was destroyed, it seems the surviving Saiyans all ended up on this planet."
"Excellent!"
Beerus shouted excitedly.
He turned to Whis, unable to wait another moment.
"Whis!"
"Come on!"
"We're going to Earth right now!"
"I can't wait any longer!"
Seeing how impatient Beerus was, Lin Fan suddenly spoke up.
"Wait."
Beerus and Whis turned to him at the same time, looking puzzled.
Lin Fan walked over to Whis, a playful smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
He looked at Whis and spoke slowly.
"Whis, how about we make a bet?"
"What are we betting on?"
Whis raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
Lin Fan glanced at Beerus, then back at Whis, his smile growing brighter.
"Let's bet on which of us can train the strongest warrior in Universe 7."
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