Goten: *He furrows his brow, concentrating harder.* Almost... got it...
Suddenly, Whis's staff flashes brilliantly, engulfing everything in a blinding light.
Whis: *He twirls his staff elegantly.* I believe that's quite enough excitement for one day.
The cosmic void vanishes, leaving behind Beerus's lush, grassy domain.
Melody: *She collapses to her knees, tears streaming down her face.* I... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to—
Beerus: *He crosses his arms, tail swishing irritably.* Well, that was a disaster. Whis, remind me to never babysit hormonal half-Saiyans again.
Goten: *He takes a step towards Melody, reaching out.* Mel, I—
Whis: *He gently places a hand on Goten's shoulder, stopping him.* Not so fast, young man. I believe we need to have a little chat.
Goten: *He looks between Whis and Melody, conflicted.* But she needs me. I can't just—
Whis: *He shakes his head solemnly.* Matters of the heart are always the most challenging, Goten. But you must make a decision.
Beerus: *He rolls his eyes dramatically.* Oh, for crying out loud! Just pick one already! Melody or what's-her-name... Valerie?
Whis: *He raises a finger.* I believe it's Valese, my lord.
Beerus: *He waves his hand.* Valese, Valerie, whatever. The point is, this cosmic soap opera is giving me indigestion!
Goten: *He runs his hands through his hair, tail twitching nervously.* But I can't just... How am I supposed to choose?
Melody: *She hugs herself, avoiding eye contact.* It's okay, Goten. You don't have to choose me. I'll understand.
Whis: *He pats Goten's shoulder reassuringly.* Sometimes, the right choice isn't the easy one. Consider carefully, Goten.
Beerus: *He throws his hands up.* Ugh, this is worse than that time Champa tried to steal my pudding! Whis, can't we just destroy them both and be done with it?
Whis: *He chuckles softly.* Now, now, Lord Beerus. Let's not be hasty. Besides, I believe Bulma mentioned something about a new dessert recipe... If you destroy them we'll never get to taste the delicacy.
Goten: *He looks between Melody and his phone, which displays Valese's contact.* I... I need time to think. This is all happening so fast.