The harsh, alien world stretched endlessly beneath blood-red skies, its crushing gravity making every breath a monumental effort for most be
The harsh, alien world stretched endlessly beneath blood-red skies, its crushing gravity making every breath a monumental effort for most beings. Jagged mountains pierced the horizon like broken teeth, and the very air seemed to burn with an oppressive energy that would crush lesser warriors instantly.
For Karnel, however, the extreme environment was barely noticeable, a mild inconvenience at best. But even he had his limits when it came to tolerating such unpleasant surroundings.
After subjecting Krillin to more than two weeks of brutal training on this nightmare planet, watching the determined fighter push beyond every conceivable limit with the aid of countless Senzu beans, Karnel finally reached his breaking point.
"You know what, little bald guy?" Karnel said, dusting off his hands as he prepared to leave. "Just keep practicing here. I'll come back to pick you up in... oh, a year or so."
With that shameless declaration, he vanished, leaving Krillin alone to continue his hellish training regimen.
Back on Earth, Karnel lounged comfortably in his garden, flipping through a magazine. His occasional chuckles suggested his mind had wandered far from martial arts and temporal manipulation.
Meanwhile, in the vast expanse of space, a translucent cube hurtled toward Earth at incredible velocity. Inside, two figures engaged in what could generously be called a conversation, though it was more accurate to describe it as one entity's excited rambling while the other grumbled sleepily.
The first figure resembled a humanoid cat, complete with large ears and an expression of perpetual drowsiness. He wore simple clothing and maintained the air of someone who had been rudely awakened from a perfectly good nap.
The second figure was considerably more elegant, tall, pale, with an ornate staff and a subtle halo floating behind his head. His excitement was palpable as he gestured toward the approaching blue planet.
"Lord Beerus, trust me on this!" Whis exclaimed, his voice bubbling with anticipation. "That blue planet has the most incredible food! These white, creamy delicacies topped with colorful fruits, they look absolutely divine! We're almost there, and I simply cannot wait to taste them!"
He tapped his staff against the cube's surface, accelerating their already impressive speed. Earth grew larger in their view, a jewel of blue and green suspended in the cosmic void.
"Mmm," Whis continued, his deeper gaze piercing through space and atmosphere to focus on a bustling food district in West City. "I can practically smell the deliciousness from here!"
Whis had discovered this hidden gem of a planet during a routine inspection of the universe, his attention caught by the sight of frozen desserts unlike anything he'd encountered in his extensive travels. As a connoisseur of fine cuisine, he simply couldn't resist investigating further, and naturally, he'd awakened his equally food-obsessed companion.
Beerus cracked open one purple eye, fixing Whis with a warning glare. "If you're lying to me about this, I'll destroy this planet before breakfast."
Down on Earth, Karnel suddenly sat bolt upright, his magazine falling forgotten to the ground. His senses, honed by years of training, detected the approaching divine presences with crystal clarity.
"Well, well," he murmured, a dangerous smile playing across his lips. "It seems Earth is about to receive its most terrifying visitors yet, the God of Destruction Beerus and his mighty Angel Whis himself."
Fighting spirit blazed in his eyes as he gazed upward through the atmosphere. This was exactly the kind of challenge he'd been unconsciously craving.
"Dark guests indeed," he chuckled. "Let me give you a proper welcome."
In an instant, Karnel materialized on the bustling food street of West City. He approached a vendor's stall overflowing with an impressive array of desserts, pastries, and frozen treats. Without a word of explanation, he placed a substantial stack of bills in the startled owner's hands.
The vendor's eyes widened to comic proportions as he processed the unexpected windfall. He clutched the money to his chest, gave Karnel an enthusiastic thumbs-up, and promptly vanished into the crowd with impressive speed, clearly understanding that no questions meant no problems.
Karnel assumed control of the abandoned stall, surveying the colorful array of puddings, ice creams, and pastries with satisfaction. He couldn't resist sampling a small container of pudding, his expression lighting up with genuine appreciation.
"Excellent quality," he murmured. Then, remembering his special inventory, he produced several exotic fruits from his personal collection, rare specimens that shimmered with an otherworldly quality. "These should provide an interesting contrast."
He arranged the mystical fruits alongside the earthly desserts just as two familiar figures approached the stall.
'Here they come.'
Karnel adopted the enthusiastic demeanor of a dedicated street vendor, calling out to potential customers with practiced ease.
Beerus's eyes transformed into cartoon stars the moment he spotted the food display. "Whis!" he shouted excitedly. "Look at all this! And I can eat as much as I want!" He immediately grabbed one of the mysterious fruits, biting into it with gusto. "Incredible! Every bite has a completely different flavor!"
"I told you the food on this planet would exceed expectations," Whis said, approaching more sedately while savoring a slice of pizza. His expression suddenly shifted, becoming more thoughtful as he studied their enthusiastic vendor.
The angel's perception was far keener than his companion's. Beneath Karnel's cheerful exterior, Whis detected something extraordinary, a unique rhythm, a fundamental quality that set him apart from ordinary universal inhabitants.
'How interesting, Whis thought, continuing to eat while maintaining his casual demeanor. This one might actually provide Lord Beerus with some entertainment.'
'Impressive, Karnel noted internally. Beerus is so focused on the food that he hasn't noticed anything unusual, but Whis sees right through my facade. Truly worthy of being an Angel.'
The three beings devoured the stall's contents, their combined appetites making short work of what should have been a day's worth of inventory.
When Beerus reached for the final pudding container, only to have Karnel snatch it away at the last second, the God of Destruction's mood shifted dramatically.
"You insolent little pest!" Beerus's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper as destructive energy began radiating from his compact frame. "You dare steal food from the God of Destruction? I'll obliterate you!"
Karnel smiled serenely, deliberately consuming the last pudding with theatrical slowness under Beerus's murderous glare. He licked his lips with obvious satisfaction, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Delicious," he announced. "Absolutely divine."