After they had eaten and drunk their fill.
Whis asked with a smile, "Mr. Gohan, who taught you martial arts?"
Facing this unfathomable Angel, Son Gohan held nothing back.
"I learned from Uncle Piccolo and Dad when I was little. After I grew up, I kept figuring things out and training on my own..."
"It's clear that you've surpassed your teachers, Mr. Gohan. Truly remarkable, ho ho ho."
Beerus glanced over from beside them.
"Whis, has his talent caught your eye? Are you planning to teach him?"
"Ho ho ho, you've seen right through me, Lord Beerus."
"No. I won't allow it." Beerus shook his head.
"Oh? Why not?" Whis was smiling even as he asked.
Why? Because this kid is clearly better suited to my path.
You'd be better off leaving him to me.
Although that was what Beerus thought, he would never say it aloud.
"No reason." He folded his arms and looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle.
Beside him, Son Gohan almost seemed to see another Vegeta shining brightly.
Yes, Beerus did indeed want to teach Son Gohan a thing or two.
But he still wanted to observe Son Gohan a little longer.
Even as he watched his chance to receive an Angel's guidance slip away, Son Gohan wasn't worried. There was plenty of time and no shortage of opportunities.
He knew Whis and Beerus's "weaknesses" inside out. Wasn't winning them over just a matter of time?
Eat. Go on, eat all you want.
Ahem...
Afterward, Son Gohan secured an agreement that he could summon the two big shots with delicious food.
Just before they left.
Beerus walked up to the Supreme Kai and stared at him with a grim expression. "You little bastard, stop running around so much from now on. It's dangerous