"How do I put this? It's not a question of how strong he is."
"Anyway, he killed Frieza, but there aren't many surviving Saiyans left now."
Beerus poked at his head in frustration. "I'd planned to kill Frieza myself after he destroyed Planet Vegeta. I never expected this Saiyan to save me the trouble..."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. He did me a favor, so I ought to be grateful. Why does it bother me more the longer I think about it?"
"Whis, where do those surviving Saiyans live now?" Beerus asked.
"Hmm, let me look."
As he spoke, Whis raised his staff and planted it on the ground. The black Magic Crystal Ball at its tip began to glow.
A dazzling starfield appeared in the Magic Crystal Ball. Planets raced past until the image finally settled on a blue planet.
Whis took a look.
"Lord Beerus, the surviving Saiyans now live on a planet called Earth in the North Galaxy."
"Earth? Didn't that planet nearly get wiped out by those stupid creatures called dinosaurs?" Beerus asked in confusion.
"Hoho, that was a very long time ago, Lord Beerus. One of your naps lasted quite a while," Whis explained with a smile.
"Really? Ah, now that you mention it, I keep feeling that my dream about being killed has something to do with this Earth."
"Ugh, what a headache." Beerus slapped his head, then knocked it against the windowsill, which exploded with a boom.
Whis: ...
The Oracle Fish trembled.
Beerus walked over again and flicked the Oracle Fish on the head.
"Oracle Fish, tell me. Can someone really kill me? Or rather, do you think anyone in this world could be a match for me?"
The Oracle Fish clutched its head, eyes brimming with tears. "No one in this world can