"Ah~ Big Sister, I had my eye on this snowflake beef first~"
"Ah~ Viss, there's no need to be humble when it comes to delicious food. May the best one win."
"Heh..."
Clearly, for angels, enjoying good food always came first.
After all, not everyone could recover all their stamina in an instant with just one Senzu Bean, the way Vitelli could...
Chapter 27: Beerus Starts Feeling the Pressure
On the God of Destruction Realm, the eternal light shone down softly, as if bathing this divine dwelling place in a sacred glow.
Standing outside the house, Vitelli unconsciously raised a hand to rub his lower back.
Thinking back to last night's "revenge," which had been sparked by Bulma's faint reproach and had ended up being exceptionally intense, he couldn't help smiling wryly and fondly.
Lately, in order to familiarize himself with the work of a God of Destruction as quickly as possible, he'd been traveling all over the universe with Whis every day.
They constantly cleared out celestial bodies and planets deemed worthless or harmful.
Sometimes they even had to stay for several days on planets with unusual environments to conduct detailed assessments.
As a result, he had indeed been neglecting Bulma a little.
So the moment he returned yesterday, Bulma's blue eyes had fixed on him, tinged with a little grievance but mostly with mischief.
She'd practically dragged him into the bedroom...
After several hours of "intense communication," even he, a Saiyan with extraordinary stamina, had felt a little worn out and needed to rest for a bit.
Bulma, however, had sprung up as if fully charged and headed straight back to the lab to keep tinkering with her "God of Destruction Realm Logistics and Farming Project."
Vitelli couldn't help laughing at her boundless energy, but he was also deeply impressed.
"Ah~ Good morning, Vitelli."
Whis appeared silently, as he always did.
With his usual warm smile, he greeted Vitelli.
Vitelli glanced behind him and, seeing that he was alone, asked in puzzlement,
"Whis, where's your sister? Is she still sleeping? Come to think of it, do you angels need to sleep too?"
He'd always been a little curious about that.
Whis shook his head gently and explained,
"No, Vitelli. Angels don't need to restore their energy through sleep like mortals do. We usually regulate our condition through deep meditation, which is far more effective than sleep."
"As for Big Sister Vados..."
He paused, glancing toward the palace where Beerus was resting, then smiled and said,
"She's already returned to Universe 6. I heard Lord Champa has apparently finished taking care of some matters and has been making a fuss about coming over to see Lord Beerus. Big Sister has gone back to properly... hmm, properly persuade him."
Vitelli shot him a suspicious look and called him out at once:
"You were absolutely going to say 'train' just now, weren't you? You blackhearted angels have finally shown your true colors!"
Whis's smiling lips twitched slightly, and his eyes wandered off to the side.
But he still replied with elegant composure,
"That's not true at all. Your ears must be playing tricks on you, Vitelli. What are your plans for today? Do you intend to finish that tiny bit of work you have left, or keep training?"
Vitelli pursed his lips and looked at Whis in exasperation.
Work? What work?
He'd been working nonstop for so many days. If he finished all the work, what would Beerus be there for?
He'd rather keep training.
He couldn't afford to let his training lapse, especially since sparring with Whis recently had given him some new insights into Ultra Instinct.
"Forget the work. I'll deal with it after Beerus retires. I'm training!"
A silver glint flashed in Vitelli's eyes, and his excitement stirred his fighting spirit.
"Come on, Whis! Let's spar!"
Whis stood where he was, smiling amiably as he casually twirled the Scepter in his hand.
"As you wish. Let's begin, Vitelli~~"
Vitelli didn't charge in recklessly like he used to.
He knew just how unfathomable Whis's strength was. If he relied on brute force and speed to attack head-on, he wouldn't just fail to win—he'd probably struggle even to touch the hem of Whis's clothes.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and focused, completely casting aside his distracting thoughts.
The powerful ki within him began to flow naturally and smoothly. A silvery-white aura shimmered across his body like mercury.
The next moment, his eyes snapped open.
His pupils and hair instantly turned a brilliant silver, and an ethereal yet powerful aura radiated from him!
"Here I come!"
Before the words had even left his mouth, his body vanished from the spot like a phantom!
It wasn't pure speed. It was more as if he'd blended into the flow of the surrounding air.
The next instant, he appeared before Whis without warning and launched a seemingly casual yet lightning-fast straight punch right at Whis's face.
Whis still wore his relaxed smile. He simply leaned to the side, dodging the fierce attack by a hair's breadth.
His movements were so graceful that it looked less like a fight and more like a dance.
Vitelli's punch missed, but he didn't pause. His attacks surged forward without end like a rising tide.
His movements were unpredictable and irregular, guided entirely by his fighting instincts.
Whis kept his hands behind his back, dodging everything with only the tiniest shifts of his body and feet.
He avoided Vitelli's storm of attacks within the space of a few feet.
The two of them moved faster and faster until they became nothing more than two indistinct blurs.
They raced across the broad lawn at high speed, their fists and feet repeatedly clashing with Whis's Scepter before quickly separating again.
If anyone had been lucky enough to watch, they wouldn't have been able to follow the battle with their eyes. They wouldn't even have sensed the fighters' ki.
Only the occasional sound of fists and feet colliding in the air proved that this battle, beyond mortal imagination, was raging on.
"Very good, very good."
Whis's voice remained calm, though it carried a hint of praise.
"To think that in such a short time, you've learned to wield the initial form of Ultra Instinct with such control. Your instincts for dodging and defense are already excellent, completely integrated into your reflexes."
As he effortlessly dodged Vitelli's attacks, he still found time to tap the openings in Vitelli's offense with his Scepter, forcing him to keep adjusting.
"Ah~ Vitelli, make your punches a little more natural~ When you attack, you're still subconsciously thinking things like 'I should punch this way' or 'I should hit there.' Relax and trust your body more."
Vitelli said nothing, fully immersed in this state of Natural Unity.
It was as if his body had developed a mind of its own. He always dodged Whis's seemingly casual yet incredibly precise strikes with the smallest movements and the least effort.
When an attack was truly impossible to avoid completely, his body would automatically block it or tense his muscles, reducing the damage as much as possible.
"Your dodging and defense are getting better and better. It's only your offense that still lacks that final touch of 'naturalness.'"
Whis commented, his tone lightly teasing.
"If Vitelli manages to fix that last flaw and fully master Ultra Instinct, then begin climbing toward its perfected state... well~"
He deliberately drew out his words, then continued with a chuckle,
"Perhaps you could formally challenge Lord Beerus? Of course, even if you mastered Perfected Ultra Instinct at your current level of strength, defeating Lord Beerus would still be nearly impossible. Ho ho ho~"
The two continued sparring at high speed, and time slipped by unnoticed.
Vitelli could clearly feel that under this intense pressure from such a skilled opponent, his understanding and control of Ultra Instinct were deepening at a visible pace.
It wasn't just his uncanny instinct for dodging. His basic strength, speed, and ki were all being thoroughly honed and improved during their sparring.
A soft click sounded as the front door suddenly opened.
Bulma poked her head out. She was already used to the crackling sounds of the fight.
She put her hands around her mouth like a megaphone and called out to the seemingly empty lawn:
"Hey! How much longer are you two going to keep fighting? It's ti-i-ime for lu-u-unch!"
Her voice seemed to flip a switch. The clashing auras instantly separated.
Whis deftly used a movement that seemed slow but was impossible to evade to tap Vitelli's blocking arm with his Scepter, sending him several feet backward with a clever twist.
He immediately lowered his hand and put on an utterly serious expression.
"Vitelli, training is important, of course, but the lunch Bulma prepared is even more important! If you'll excuse me!"
Then, without a moment's hesitation, he turned and jogged toward Bulma with a cheerful smile, showering her with compliments as he went.
"Thank you for the effort, Bulma. What delicious food have you prepared today?"
Vitelli drew in a sharp breath and rubbed his tingling arm. Watching Whis's "food over friends" retreat, he shouted in exasperation,
"Hey! You! So all those fights that seemed 'evenly matched' were just to make me feel good, weren't they?! I couldn't have dodged that last move at all!"
Whis turned around, wearing an impeccably innocent smile.
"No, Vitelli, you've got it all wrong. You're simply so strong and improving so quickly that I had to make an extraordinary effort just now. I could never do that under normal circumstances! I'm completely helpless against you, Vitelli~"
Vitelli:
"...Do you think I believe that? You might as well try using that line on Beerus!"
"What are you trying to fool me about?"
A sleepy, irritated voice suddenly came from behind them.
Beerus had woken up at some point. He was standing not far away in his ragged pajamas, looking drowsy and confused. He'd clearly been drawn over by the smell of food and the commotion.
"Ah~ How unusual, Lord Beerus!"
Whis immediately put on a surprised expression.
"You've only been asleep for less than a month. What woke you up? Did you have a nightmare?"
Beerus yawned hugely and ignored Whis's teasing.
Looking at Beerus's outfit, Vitelli couldn't help teasing him too.
"Hey, Beerus, couldn't you change into a different pair of pajamas? How long have you been wearing those ragged things? You're a god, at least. Show a little concern for your appearance."
Beerus looked down at his pajamas and gave an unhappy snort.
A faint flash of light passed over him, and the ragged pajamas instantly turned into his God of Destruction attire.
He couldn't be bothered to argue with those two. He sniffed the air hard, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
"I smell it! That really is grilled fish!"
Without sparing Vitelli and Whis a glance, he strode toward the dining room.
Vitelli and Whis exchanged a knowing look, shrugged, and hurried after him.
When you shared a table with Beerus, you had to move fast or you really might go hungry.
In the dining room, Bulma had already instructed the robots to fill the table with dishes that were delicious, fragrant, and beautifully presented.
When she saw that Beerus had come too, surprise flashed across her face before she immediately told the robots to prepare more food.
After all, the God of Destruction had an appetite on par with Vitelli's and Goku's.
She couldn't help it. Saiyans were the most voracious creatures she'd ever encountered.
The atmosphere at the table quickly became "lively."
Chopsticks and forks flew as they all dug in enthusiastically.
As Vitelli tried to snatch a tender, juicy piece of grilled fish from Beerus's "clutches," he found a moment to ask Bulma beside him: