Quitela's eyes went wide, and he sheepishly put down his controller.
Son Gohan said, "Well, Lord Quitela, you're certainly enjoying yourself. Looks like you're perfectly healthy. All that worrying I did was for nothing."
Indeed, Son Gohan took one look at Quitela and found that he was just like Beerus.
He hadn't been contaminated by the black mists. The laws had only placed slight restrictions on him, with little effect.
Was this really the time to slack off and play games?
Quitela's eyes darted around as he came up with an excuse.
"Hahaha, Lord Gohan, you don't understand. My mind isn't as sharp now that I'm old. I need to play some brain-training games from time to time to keep it active, or I'll end up with dementia sooner or later."
Son Gohan smiled. "Really? What you were playing just now looked like a fighting game to me, Lord Quitela. Was it really a brain-training game?"
"Oh, I mostly play brain-training games. I only play the occasional round of fighting games." The large ears on Quitela's head twitched.
Son Gohan said, "Video games are so boring. Come on, I'll play a round of real fighting with you, Lord Quitela."
Quitela's face fell at once.
Son Gohan was looking for an excuse to teach him a lesson. How could he not see that?
"M-maybe we shouldn't?" Quitela said.
Son Gohan shook his head. "No, I want to play."
"O-okay!" Quitela looked miserable.
He liked fighting, but only when it was against Beerus.
He didn't know why, but it was always such a thrill.
He didn't want to fight Son Gohan, though. That would only leave him frustrated and helpless.
A few seconds later, the two stood facing each other.
Fierce winds and violent auras bore down on the entire God of