Not only Beerus, but even the elegant Whis kept twitching his nose, his eyes gleaming.
Son Gohan watched their reactions and chuckled inwardly.
Foodies were so easy to handle.
Sending Trunks to prepare food earlier had been his winning move.
He was certain that once Beerus and Whis tasted Earth's food...
Even if someone got on their knees and begged Beerus to destroy Earth, he would shake his head again and again.
Anyone who made an enemy of good food would never be forgiven.
"This... really does look quite good. Wouldn't you agree, Whis?" Beerus swallowed.
"Hohoho, indeed. I wonder how it tastes," Whis said with a smile.
"Lord Beerus, Master Whis, sit down and try it for yourselves." Son Gohan pulled out the chairs and invited them to sit.
Sure enough, Beerus and Whis sat down and tucked napkins around their necks.
Then...
"Wow, this is delicious! So is this..."
The clinking of cutlery rang out nonstop.
Beerus wolfed down the food, while Whis ate far more elegantly. Still, the surprise and appreciation in his eyes were every bit as strong as Beerus's.
Meanwhile, Vegeta was utterly dazzled by Son Gohan's string of brilliant moves.
Was this really a way to handle Beerus, the God of Destruction?
Was this what they called offering courtesy before resorting to force?
Vegeta had certainly learned something.
"Ahem, Lord Beerus, Master Whis, please keep eating. If you're still hungry, I'll prepare more. For now, I need to discuss this Super Saiyan God business with my friends."
Beerus waved a hand without even looking up.
He was already perfectly content. Even if Son Gohan couldn't produce this Super Saiyan God, he wouldn't mind.
Those two tables of food had already solved ninety percent of his problems.
"Come on, let's head over there." Son Gohan