Beerus really wanted to say, "Stay away from me!"
What was the most terrifying thing in the world?
Having a god of overwork become your direct superior, forcing you to work yourself to the bone alongside him.
That was too terrifying.
But on second thought...
He wasn't the only victim. Every god would have to weather this storm.
That thought made him feel a little better.
It was as though his suffering had been divided among them.
Wonderful, wonderful!
Whis covered his mouth and chuckled. "Ho ho ho, congratulations, Mr. Gohan. No, I should be calling you Lord Gohan now."
Son Gohan smiled as well. "Please keep calling me Gohan, Whis. Calling me 'Lord' would be far too formal."
"Ho ho ho, very well, Gohan," Whis replied.
Beerus: ???
Too formal?
Doesn't Whis always call me Lord Beerus?
Are you serious?
Beerus held his forehead without a word. His head hurt.
There was no doubt about it. People really couldn't understand one another's misery.
Even gods were no exception.
With a pained expression, Beerus said, "Gohan, please go easy on me when the time comes."
By going easy on him, he didn't mean during a sparring match.
He meant that he hoped Gohan wouldn't work him too hard.
More or less, he wanted Gohan to go torment other people more often.
Rather than singling him out.
Son Gohan smiled. "What are you talking about, Lord Beerus? Just do your job properly."
Ah...
Beerus sighed.
There was nothing he could do. Since he couldn't fight it, he could only accept it.
The others hadn't expected Son Gohan to become a god, much less receive such an important-sounding position, and couldn't help peppering him with questions.
Trunks was especially enthusiastic.
"Gohan, how is being a god different from before?"
"Did you get