As the party wound down and the guests began to depart, Whis approached Bell, his ever-present smile betraying a flicker of curiosity. "Bell Cranel," he began, his voice as smooth as silk, "you carry within you the energies of both Ultra Instinct and Destruction. Such a combination is… unusual. I must admit, I'm intrigued. How did you come by this power?"
Bell paused, considering how to explain his bizarre existence. "Honestly, Whis? I don't entirely understand it myself. I think my body just adapted, that's all I understand.
Whis raised an intrigued eyebrow. "Adapted? How so?"
Bell leaned against the railing, thinking back. "I'm a god—a wanderer between worlds and dimensions. I don't fully understand it myself. Every world I've been to has shaped me in some way. When I arrived here, my body began absorbing the Ki of this universe, converting it into God Ki. Somehow, I ended up with both the aura of Ultra Instinct and the energy of destruction—angelic and destructive energies, combined. It wasn't something I trained for. My body just… adapted."
Whis tapped his chin. "Fascinating. Your physiology and divine essence must have created a unique synergy, allowing you to tap into Ultra Instinct and even perfect it to a degree. Though…"
Bell's gaze sharpened. "Though what?"
Whis smiled faintly. "To reach its absolute pinnacle, you must become an Angel. That is the final step."
Bell groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Seriously? I just became a Saiyan God, and now I have to become an Angel? I barely understand what I've already become!"
Whis chuckled. "Growth often comes with unexpected detours, my dear Bell."
Later that night, Bell sat with Bulma in their bedroom. He explained what Whis had told him and his thoughts about the next steps.
"So, you're thinking about becoming an Angel?" Bulma asked, sipping her tea.
Bell hesitated. "It's not just that. If I'm going to keep growing and protecting the multiverse, I can't afford to have any disadvantages or imperfections, you know."
Bulma set her cup down, her sharp blue eyes meeting his. "And you're worried about me."
Bell nodded. "If you do this, We could live forever, together. I want you with me. I can't imagine eternity without you."
Bulma smiled softly. "Bell, I'm flattered. But I'm not interested in living forever, even with you. I've lived an amazing life, and I want to continue doing so naturally. That doesn't mean I won't support you."
Bell felt a pang of sadness but nodded. "You're sure?"
Bulma reached out, placing a hand on his cheek. "Absolutely. Besides," she added with a smirk, "I want to meet all these other 'loves' you've mentioned someday. Maybe even gang up on you together for fun."
Bell chuckled. "Oh Bulma."
Her laughter filled the room, easing the tension.
The next day, Bell gathered the Dragon Balls and summoned Shenron.
"I wish to ascend beyond my current form, becoming an Angel while retaining my Saiyan God nature," Bell declared.
Shenron's eyes glowed ominously. "Your wish shall be granted."
A surge of power coursed through Bell, almost overwhelming in its intensity. His body grew leaner yet stronger, radiating divine light. His hair shimmered, shifting between silver and white, and his Saiyan tail now glowed faintly like a celestial artifact. His aura was impossibly dense, a swirling combination of Ultra Instinct's calm and the ferocity of a Saiyan.
Bell clenched his fists, marveling at the sheer magnitude of his newfound power. It was as if the universe itself now pulsed within him.
Whis and Beerus arrived soon after, both visibly impressed by Bell's transformation.
"Magnificent," Whis said, his voice almost reverent. "You've become something truly unique—a Saiyan-Angel-God."
Beerus yawned but nodded approvingly. "Impressive. You should come train with us. I want to see what you can really do."
Bell smiled. "I'd be honored, but I have a condition. Let the others spar with you first. If they impress you, take them along too."
Beerus narrowed his eyes but smirked. "Fine. Let's see what they've got."
The Saiyans gathered: Goku, Vegeta, Gohan, Goten, and Linger. Each transformed into their God forms, their red auras blazing. Goten and Linger fused into Gotlinger, their combined strength formidable.
Beerus fought them individually, his movements precise and devastating. Despite their best efforts, none could match him.
It wasn't until Goku, pushed to his limits, tapped into Ultra Instinct Omen that Beerus finally nodded in approval. "You've got potential, Saiyan."
Vegeta, Gohan, Gotlinger, and even Bulma and Chi-Chi—through Whis's guidance with God Ki—were all deemed worthy to accompany Beerus and Whis to train.
As the group prepared to leave Earth, Bell turned to Bulma, who was busy overseeing the packing. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" he asked.
Bulma grinned. "Absolutely. If you're going to be a god, then I'd better make sure you don't get too full of yourself."
Chi-Chi chimed in, "And someone has to keep an eye on Goku."
The Z-Fighters, now united in their divine training, boarded Whis's staff. As they ascended into the cosmos, Bell felt a mix of excitement and resolve.
The peace of the last decade was over. A new era of challenges and growth awaited, one that would test their limits and redefine their destinies.