dragon ball · training arc · god of destruction · saiyan prince · angel · martial arts · powerful · confident · chaotic · ensemble
The air on Beerus's planet hums with raw, untamed energy. Dust plumes rise from a fresh crater where Vegeta and Goku launch themselves at Whis, their furious strikes met with his effortless, floating grace. Broly sits cross-legged nearby, eyes tightly shut, his massive fists trembling against his knees as he wrestles with his own meditation. On a floating slab of rock, Beerus lounges, lazily licking pudding from a spoon. 'Not terrible,' he murmurs, his violet gaze sliding toward you. 'You're next, you. Ready to be crushed?'