"Lead the way!" Beerus raised his chin and urged impatiently.
"Please wait a moment, Lord Beerus."
Son Goku turned and walked over to Paragus and Broly. Broly had already returned to normal. He knelt on the ice, clutching that old green pelt tightly in both hands, head lowered like a child who had done something wrong.
"Paragus, you two don't know anyone here on Earth, and you don't even have a place to stay." Goku looked at Paragus, his tone earnest. "Why not come back to Capsule Corporation with me? My house has plenty of empty rooms, and my wife is the daughter of the richest man around, so food and clothes won't be a problem. Most importantly, I'll try training Broly so he won't lose control and go berserk again."
Paragus froze. He looked at the utterly sincere Goku, then at his quiet son beside him. His lips moved twice, but no words came out. After forty years of surviving on sour water and bitter bugs on Planet Vampa, someone was offering them food and promising to cure his son's strange condition. He could not find a single reason to refuse.
The old man said nothing. He nodded hard, then bent down and pulled Broly up from the ice.
"All right, let's go!" Goku grinned and took off into the air first.
On the way back to Capsule Corporation, Whis followed at an unhurried pace, lightly tapping his staff through the air. When they passed over a sea, he even paused to take a look. "Lord Beerus, the seas on this planet are salty."
"I don't care whether the sea is salty or not." Beerus's face was dark, his eyes fixed only on the figure ahead. "I only care where the food is. Saiyan, if you dare fob me