"I'll go gather some dry firewood."
Vegeta left them with that remark and quietly went off to gather a pile of dry firewood.
In the end, Goku and Broly took charge of gutting, scaling, and washing the fish.
Both had plenty of wilderness survival experience, so such simple work was no challenge at all. They finished it in no time.
Even Beerus was assigned a job by Son Gohan: setting up the rack for grilling the fish.
That proved a challenge for Beerus. With no other choice, he asked Whis for help.
With Whis's help, Beerus completed his task and looked thoroughly pleased with himself.
Then it was his turn to hurry Son Gohan and Trunks along.
After all, Son Gohan and Trunks were the ones in charge of grilling the fish.
Making fish balls involved too many steps, and the Saiyans, their eyes practically glowing green with hunger, had no desire to wait. Son Gohan simply split the fish in half and put all of it on to smoke-roast.
Even so, the entire cooking process still took an hour and a half.
An hour and a half later, everyone gathered around the fragrant grilled fish and dug in.
Unfortunately, the Saiyans could eat far too much. Even after finishing all four or five hundred pounds of grilled fish, they were barely thirty percent full.
"Lord Beerus, make sure you work hard tomorrow." After the meal, Son Gohan grinned, patted Beerus on the shoulder, and left the God of Destruction Planet.
Next, he went to the Southern Galaxy to find Cooler and tell him about the World Martial Arts Tournament.
Then he headed to Planet Frieza.
The moment Frieza saw Son Gohan, he was like a mouse spotting a cat. Inwardly, his hackles rose, but outwardly, he pretended nothing was