The Z-Fighters stood on the vibrant and alien world of Beerus, the God of Destruction. The sprawling landscape stretched far and wide, its green skies and towering crystal formations shimmering with divine energy. This was a world that exuded power, tranquility, and danger all at once.
Bell observed the planet with a calm expression, standing slightly apart from the group. His newly ascended Angelic-Saiyan form radiated a quiet but overwhelming energy that made even Goku and Vegeta glance his way in awe and unease.
Beerus, lounging on a massive stone throne under a floating tree, lazily opened one eye. "So, this is the bunch you've dragged here to train, Whis? They look scrawny."
Whis smiled as he stood beside his charge. "Appearances can be deceiving, my lord. These mortals possess remarkable potential, especially with Bell guiding them in mastering God Ki. Though I must admit," he added with a glance at Bell, "our Angelic-Saiyan friend here is far beyond what we expected."
Bell smirked but remained silent.
Before training began, Whis performed a casual scan of everyone's energy, his staff glowing faintly.
Bell: 6,000,000,000 (base power level)
LSSJB: 300 trillion
LSSJB + TUI: 300 quintillion
Goku: 100,000,000 (base power level)
SSG: 50 billion
SSB: 1.25 trillion
SSB + UI Omen: 10 trillion
Vegeta: 90,000,000 (base power level)
SSG: 45 billion
SSB: 1.125 trillion
Gohan: 75,000,000 (base power level)
Mystic Form: 52.5 billion
SSG: 37.5 billion
Goten and Linger (Gotlinger): 20,000,000 (base power level combined)
SSG Fusion: 10 billion
Bulma and Chi-Chi: 1,500,000 each (base power level, post-God Ki training)
God Ki Enhanced: 50 million each
Whis began the training with light exercises, emphasizing control and the basics of God Ki manipulation. While this was a challenge for the others, Bell was excused, his power so far beyond the starting exercises that it would have been pointless.
Instead, Bell acted as a secondary mentor. He guided Goku, Vegeta, and Gohan in refining their transformations. Goku, determined to master Ultra Instinct Omen, sought Bell's insight.
"You're pushing too hard," Bell advised as Goku struggled to maintain the transformation. "Ultra Instinct isn't about force. It's about instinct and flow. Stop thinking so much."
Goku grinned. "Easier said than done."
Meanwhile, Vegeta worked on refining his SSG to perfection before fully committing to SSB, while Gohan experimented with blending his Mystic Form and SSG—a feat that Bell assured him was possible with time.
While the others trained, Bell took a moment to test a combination he had been pondering: Legendary Super Saiyan Blue. He floated to a distant part of the planet to avoid disrupting the others.
As he ascended into LSSJB, his energy spiked uncontrollably. His once-calm demeanor vanished, replaced by a feral roar that shook the entire planet. His aura flared a vivid greenish-blue, and his power surged to its maximum: 300 quintillion.
Beerus and Whis immediately sensed the shift.
"Uh-oh," Beerus muttered, leaping to his feet. "Whis, he's losing control!"
They teleported to Bell's location, only to find him rampaging wildly, his energy tearing apart the landscape.
"Bell!" Whis called, his voice calm but firm. "You must regain control!"
Bell snarled, his silver eyes glowing ferociously. "I… can't… stop!" His strikes came with devastating force, each one forcing Whis and Beerus to block with considerable effort.
Beerus growled, annoyed. "I hate when mortals overdo it. Whis, do something!"
Whis nodded, dodging a massive energy wave. "On it, my lord."
The two fought Bell with precision, using a mix of Whis's angelic techniques and Beerus's destructive energy to subdue him. It was a grueling battle that felt like hours but lasted only minutes. Finally, with a monumental effort, Bell managed to regain his composure.
Breathing heavily, he collapsed to his knees. "That… was harder than I thought."
Whis smiled sympathetically. "Power without control is a path to destruction. You've made progress, but this transformation requires far more discipline than you anticipated."
"Just imagine what could've happened if I went Destroyer mode too." Bell chuckled and the reminder of Bell's added powers of a destroyer mad the two gods shiver.
As Bell recovered, Android 18's message arrived via a holographic device.
"Frieza's men are here," she said, her tone calm but urgent. "They're causing trouble, and we could use some help."
Whis tilted his head. "It seems the Earth requires your attention again. Shall we?"
Bell stood, his aura now calm and steady. "Let's go."
Beerus stretched lazily. "I guess I could use the entertainment. Besides, if they interrupt my meals again, they'll regret it."
The Z-Fighters gathered, their training temporarily paused. With Whis leading the way, they sped off toward Earth, ready for whatever challenge awaited them.
The skies over Earth darkened, not from weather, but from the massive imperial fleet of Frieza's army blotting out the sunlight. At the helm of the invasion stood Sorbet, his once diminutive frame now radiating a terrifying aura as he wielded the stolen power of the late tyrant. His golden glow, reminiscent of Frieza's golden form, sent shivers down the spines of the defenders below.
On the battlefield, Piccolo, Krillin, Android 18, Yamcha, Tien, and Chiaotzu stood their ground. Each of them was acutely aware of the disparity in power, but retreat wasn't an option. Behind them lay the people of Earth—innocent lives depending on them to stand firm.
The first wave of soldiers descended, hundreds of foot soldiers in armor resembling Frieza's forces from years ago.
Piccolo barked out orders. "Krillin, Yamcha, protect the civilians! Tien and Chiaotzu, cover 18 and me. We're the only ones who can take these guys head-on!"
Krillin nodded. "Got it! Yamcha, with me!" The two darted off toward a nearby shelter where frightened villagers were huddled, firing off precise energy blasts to intercept stray enemy fire.
Tien and Chiaotzu floated into the air, unleashing powerful Dodons and psychic attacks to disrupt the formations of the soldiers, while Android 18 waded directly into the fray. Her cold efficiency was a thing of beauty—every punch and kick sent multiple soldiers sprawling.
"Is this all they've got?" she muttered, flipping backward to avoid a barrage of energy blasts before retaliating with her own. The resulting explosion cleared a swath of enemies, but her confidence faltered when she looked up at Sorbet, who remained unmoved, watching the carnage below with disinterest.
Piccolo faced Sorbet head-on, his expression grim. "You're the one in charge, aren't you?"
Sorbet descended slowly, his golden aura pulsating. "I expected resistance, but this… this is pathetic. Still, I shouldn't be surprised. Frieza's conquests always involved stepping over insects like you."
Piccolo flared his aura, stepping into a defensive stance. "You may have Frieza's power, but you're not him. And you're not taking this planet."
Sorbet smirked. "Brave words for a Namekian about to die."
Without warning, Sorbet attacked. His speed was blinding—Piccolo barely had time to block the initial strike. The force sent him skidding backward, his feet digging trenches into the ground. He retaliated with a barrage of energy blasts, but Sorbet weaved through them effortlessly, appearing behind Piccolo and delivering a devastating blow to his back.
"Pathetic," Sorbet sneered, his tail flicking dismissively.
Piccolo gritted his teeth and rose to his feet, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "Not… done… yet."
The Z-Fighters were giving it their all, but it was clear they were being overwhelmed. Krillin and Yamcha had managed to evacuate most of the civilians but were now cornered by a squad of elite soldiers.
"I didn't sign up for this!" Yamcha yelled, narrowly dodging a blade aimed at his chest.
"Just keep fighting!" Krillin replied, blasting another soldier away.
Tien and Chiaotzu were struggling against a particularly large brute of a soldier whose sheer power was wearing them down.
"Chiaotzu, fall back!" Tien yelled, his third eye glowing as he prepared a Tri-Beam.
"No! I'm staying!" Chiaotzu retorted, his psychic energy surging as he tried to immobilize the enemy.
Android 18 had sustained minor injuries but was still holding her own, her strikes precise and devastating. "We're not going to last much longer like this!" she shouted to Piccolo.
Piccolo, bruised and battered, was still locked in combat with Sorbet. Each blow from the empowered tyrant left him closer to collapse, but he refused to back down.
"I just have to hold on," he muttered to himself, blocking another strike that sent him crashing into a nearby mountain.
Sorbet floated above the battlefield, surveying the chaos. "This is boring. I think it's time to end this farce." He raised his hand, energy gathering in his palm.
The Z-Fighters could feel the overwhelming power of the attack.
"Piccolo!" Krillin shouted. "We need a plan, now!"
"There is no plan!" Piccolo yelled back, forcing himself to his feet. "We just have to survive until Bell and the others get here!"
Sorbet's attack grew larger, illuminating the battlefield with its golden glow. "Say goodbye to your pathetic planet!"
Before he could release it, Piccolo surged forward with everything he had, launching a desperate Special Beam Cannon. The attack struck Sorbet's hand, causing the energy to detonate prematurely in a blinding explosion.
When the dust settled, Sorbet was unharmed but visibly irritated. "You're persistent, Namekian. I'll give you that." He appeared in front of Piccolo in an instant, slamming him into the ground.
Piccolo coughed up blood, his vision blurring. "Not… yet…"
As the Z-Fighters struggled to regroup, the skies above them began to shimmer. A familiar energy signature washed over the battlefield, one so immense it brought hope to the defenders and dread to Sorbet.
"They're here," Piccolo whispered, a faint smile tugging at his bloodied lips.
In a flash of light, Whis, Bell, and the rest of the Saiyans arrived, their combined energy flooding the battlefield with hope. Bell stepped forward, his Angelic-Saiyan aura flaring as he locked eyes with Sorbet.
"You've caused enough trouble," Bell said, his voice calm but commanding. "It's over."
Sorbet's confident smirk faltered as he felt the weight of Bell's power. "You…"
Bell's expression hardened. "Prepare yourself."
To Be Continued...