Beerus met Goku's descent with a lazy wave of his hand. A sphere of violet destruction energy blossomed instantly, aimed to obliterate. Goku didn't dodge. He swung his fur-covered forearm hard, slamming it into the attack. Instead of detonating, the Hakai energy *splintered* against his crimson fur, scattering into harmless violet wisps that hissed against the ocean spray. Beerus's other eyebrow shot up. "Hmm," he murmured, genuine intrigue replacing boredom. He vanished, reappearing directly behind Goku in a blur – the same effortless speed that had shattered Goku moments ago. A clawed hand, wreathed in crackling purple annihilation, lanced towards the base of Goku's skull. A killing blow.
Goku's crimson tail twitched violently. Not a flinch, but a trigger. Instinct flared, sharper and faster than thought. He didn't turn. He didn't tense. His entire body *flickered* sideways almost imperceptibly, the motion less like evasion and more like reality briefly skipping a frame. Beerus's claws sliced through empty air where Goku's neck had been a nanosecond before, the displaced air cracking like thunder. The sheer ease, the utter lack of strain, froze Beerus mid-motion. He hovered, hand extended, eyes wide with disbelief. "Impossible," he breathed. Goku was already facing him, golden-red eyes blazing, a fierce grin splitting his face. The tail coiled tight against his back, vibrating with contained power.
The ocean roiled beneath them, reacting to the condensed pressure radiating from Goku's crimson form. Beerus's clawed hand hung suspended in empty air, disbelief etched onto the feline features. Before the Destroyer could react, Goku moved—not a blur, but an eruption. Crimson fur rippled as his fist pistoned forward, driven by primal precision, burying itself deep into Beerus's pale purple stomach. A shockwave tore through the sky. **THOOOM!** The impact resonated across the water like a cannon blast, vaporizing spray in a wide arc. Beerus's eyes bulged, a choked gasp escaping him—not pain, but utter astonishment. His sleek form folded around the fist as if gravity itself had betrayed him.
Goku didn't relent. Planting his shadow-black boot squarely against Beerus's midsection, he unleashed a whipcrack kick. The Destroyer rocketed upward faster than thought, a purple comet screaming through the twilight atmosphere. The sonic boom shattered yacht windows below, sending Bulma stumbling backward. Whis merely tilted his head, contemplative. Goku ascended in pursuit, crimson tail slicing through the winds like a rudder. Below, the ocean churned wildly, reflecting the chaos above.
He caught Beerus at the apex of his arc. Teleporting directly above the dazed god, Goku plummeted feet-first. Not a kick—a hammer-blow. The impact collided Beerus with the surface of the ocean like divine meteoric iron. ***KRANG!*** A geyser erupted skyward, taller than mountains, flooding the horizon with displaced seawater. Pressure waves rippled outward, rocking Capsule Corp's yacht violently. Beerus plunged into the crushing depths, trailing violet shockwaves that illuminated the darkening abyss like dying stars.
He pursued. Goku dove through the geyser's collapsing curtain, seawater boiling away inches from his crimson fur. Deeper, deeper they sank—past crushing pressure, past drowned sea mounts, toward the primordial silt floor. Beerus slammed into the seabed with apocalyptic force. A crater yawned open, swallowing silt, rock, and millennia-old darkness. Dust plumed upward, thick as volcanic ash. Goku landed lightly beside him, boots sinking into the ooze as golden-red eyes burned through the gloom. His tail coiled, sensing every tremor.
Silence descended—heavy, claustrophobic. Only the groan of shifting tectonic plates echoed. Beerus lay embedded in the seabed crater, his sleek purple form half-buried under tons of silt and cracked basalt. Then, a tremor. Not the earth. *Him*. Slowly, deliberately, the Destroyer pushed himself up. Slick mud slid from his limbs. He rose to his knees, then to his feet, the movement unnervingly smooth despite the crater's depth. With deliberate slowness, he rolled his head sideways. A sharp, bone-dry *CRACK* echoed through the water, unnaturally loud in the crushing silence. Dust motes danced in the faint violet glow radiating from his fur.
Goku watched, hovering silently above the crater rim, crimson tail flicking lazily. Raw power still sang through his veins, echoing the Oozaru's roar contained within his frame. He glanced down at his own clenched fist—still covered in thick crimson fur. The knuckles pulsed faintly with golden ki residue. A flicker of pure disbelief crossed his feral, red-rimmed eyes. Surprise, sharp and genuine. He'd *felt* the impact, the impossible shockwave tearing through Beerus's invulnerable defense. The Destroyer… *folded*.
Beerus brushed silt from his shoulder with a clawed finger, the gesture almost casual despite the violence moments before. He tilted his head, fixing Goku with slit-pupiled eyes that now held predatory amusement. A low chuckle vibrated through the crushing water pressure. "You look surprised, Saiyan," Beerus rasped, his voice smooth as oiled obsidian yet carrying effortlessly through the deep. "Did you truly imagine you were the first to ever… *stagger* me?"
They ascended together, breaching the surface like mythic leviathans, seawater cascading off fur and divine hide. The ocean heaved beneath them, reflecting the bruised twilight sky. Beerus floated effortlessly, arms crossed loosely across his chest. A faint violet aura now clung to him, subtle but dense as folded spacetime. His tail gave a single, dismissive flick. "That form…" Beerus mused, eyes narrowing as he scrutinized Goku's crimson fur, the wild onyx hair, the blazing golden-red gaze. "Primal. Unrefined. Yet… potent." He unfolded his arms slowly. "But surprise fades quickly, monkey." His fingers curled. A sphere of Hakai energy, no larger than a pebble yet radiating absolute oblivion, coalesced instantly above his palm. It hummed malevolently, warping the light around it. "Shall we proceed?"
Goku glanced down at his own fist – the thick crimson fur matted with seawater, knuckles still faintly humming from the impact that sent a God of Destruction reeling. Disbelief lingered for a heartbeat… then evaporated like mist under a desert sun. A savage, predatory grin split his face, sharper than any smile he'd ever worn. It was the Oozaru's triumph contained, the Saiyan's thrill unleashed. His golden-red eyes snapped back to Beerus, burning with ancient fire. Before the Destroyer could unleash the miniature apocalypse in his palm, Goku *blurred*. Not teleportation, but pure, terrifying speed – a crimson streak tearing through the humid air.
He reappeared *behind* Beerus, silent as death. His fur-covered hands shot out – not for a punch, but for leverage. One hand clamped onto Beerus's shoulder, fingers digging into surprisingly yielding flesh beneath the divine robe. The other seized the base of the Destroyer's whiplike tail, finding purchase instantly. Beerus stiffened, a choked gasp of pure indignation escaping him. Before comprehension could dawn, Goku exploded upward. Muscles fueled by untamed Saiyan heritage and cosmic compression bunched and released. He hauled backwards and *over*, using Beerus's own surprised momentum against him. It wasn't brute force alone; it was leverage honed in a thousand gravity chambers, instinct refined by Oozaru rage, timing perfected against gods. Beerus, the embodiment of destruction, sailed over Goku's shoulder like discarded laundry.
The arc was short, brutal, and utterly humiliating. Beerus slammed back-first onto the gleaming, rain-slicked deck of Bulma's yacht with a thunderous ***CRUNCH*** that buckled reinforced Capsule Corp alloy plating beneath him. Violet Hakai energy sputtered and vanished from his forgotten hand. Deck chairs splintered. Shards of safety glass rained down from shattered railings. Bulma yelped, scrambling further back towards Whis's impassive form. Beerus lay sprawled, robes askew, momentarily stunned not by pain, but by sheer, unprecedented audacity. Dust motes danced in the harsh yacht lights now flickering erratically overhead.
Goku landed lightly beside the cratered impact site, boots barely making a sound on the shuddering deck. He stared down at his own open palm, fingers flexing slowly. Thick crimson fur rippled with residual power. A low, involuntary grunt escaped him – a sound of pure, visceral astonishment. His golden-red eyes narrowed, studying the faint tremors still echoing through his knuckles. "Huh," he breathed, the word rough-edged, almost lost beneath the groaning metal and the distant, panicked cries of Bulma's staff. "Even *I'm* surprised by how strong I've gotten." The admission wasn't boastful; it was raw, bewildered wonder. He lifted his gaze from his fist to Beerus, sprawled like discarded trash. The tail lashed once, sharp and triumphant.
Beerus twitched. Then he *laughed*. It started as a guttural, choking sound deep in his chest, bubbling up through gritted teeth. It grew louder, sharper, echoing across the ruined deck – a chilling sound devoid of humor, saturated with terrifying, incandescent fury. His slit-pupiled eyes snapped open, blazing violet. He rose not with languid grace, but in a single, jerking motion, like a puppet hauled upright by furious strings. The air around him thickened, vibrating with palpable menace. "Surprised?" Beerus hissed, the word dripping venom. His tail whipped violently, cracking the air like a bullwhip. "Let me show you… *surprise*."
Violet annihilation exploded from Beerus in a searing sphere. Not a focused blast, but a wave – a tsunami of Hakai energy that ripped outward horizontally, consuming deck plating, shattered furniture, and entire sections of the yacht's superstructure in an instant. It surged towards Goku, towards Bulma still scrambling backwards, towards Whis standing impassively nearby. Destruction incarnate, swallowing everything in its path. Goku's golden-red eyes didn't track the wave. They flickered past it, locking onto Bulma's frantic form. He *blurred*. Not sideways to dodge, not backwards to flee – *forward*, impossibly fast, phasing *through* the leading edge of the violet oblivion. Seawater vaporized inches from his crimson fur, the sheer heat warping space, but he emerged untouched, grabbing Bulma's arm mid-stumble. "Hang on!" he barked, the command rough-edged. Before she could scream, before Whis could react, before Beerus's roar of fury fully registered, Goku planted two fingers firmly on his forehead.
Reality folded. The deafening roar of disintegrating metal, the blinding violet light, the choking scent of ozone and seared plastic – all vanished instantly. They reappeared amidst cool stone, high-altitude wind whipping past ancient pillars. Kamis Lookout. The sudden silence was jarring. Bulma staggered, gasping, staring wide-eyed at the serene expanse, the distant Earth below, the bewildered forms of Mr. Popo and Piccolo frozen mid-conversation nearby. "Wha—?" she managed. Goku didn't pause. "Safe here!" he yelled, urgency sharpening his tone. Before Piccolo could demand answers, before Bulma could process, Goku's fingers touched his forehead again. *Instant Transmission*. He vanished from the Lookout's stone floor mid-breath, leaving only a faint ozone scent and swirling dust motes.
He reappeared *within* the dying heart of Beerus's Hakai wave back on the yacht. Oblivion raged around him, inches away, devouring steel and fiberglass. Beerus stood at the epicenter, expression shifting from fury to bewildered annoyance – *where did he go?* Goku didn't teleport behind him this time. He materialized *directly below*, boots planted on the buckled deck plating they'd cratered moments before. Crimson fur rippled as he coiled like a spring, primal ki roaring through tail and spine. He drove upward.
The uppercut wasn't elegant. It was pure, distilled kinetic fury. Thick crimson fur met Beerus's jaw with a sound like planets colliding – ***KRANNGGH!*** The impact lifted the God of Destruction clean off his feet. Not shoved backwards, not knocked sideways – lifted *vertically*. Beerus shot upwards like a purple spear, the Hakai wave dissipating instantly into harmless violet mist as his concentration shattered. His eyes bulged in utter disbelief, a spray of divine saliva arcing through the air as his head snapped back violently. The sonic boom tore skywards, punching a visible tunnel through the twilight clouds. Below, Whis finally blinked, a flicker of genuine surprise cutting through his eternal calm. Goku stood amidst the sparking wreckage, fist smoking, golden-red eyes scanning the sky after the vanishing purple dot. His tail lashed once, thumping the deck, scattering debris.
The silence stretched, broken only by the groan of collapsing metal and the frantic crackle of exposed wiring. Goku lowered his fist, glancing sideways at the pristine-suited angel floating amidst the carnage. Whis hovered unblemished, untouched by dust or blast wave, hands clasped behind his back. His usually impassive gaze held a glimmer of intrigued assessment. Goku's crimson fur rippled slightly; the primal energy within him hummed, sensing Whis's immense, untouched power. He met Whis's calm lavender eyes. "Sorry about the mess," Goku offered, his voice rough but clear, gesturing at the yacht's obliterated stern and water flooding the ruined deck. "You need me to take you to the Lookout?" The question hung in the acrid air – pragmatic, direct, acknowledging Whis's neutrality amidst the Saiyan fury and divine destruction.
Before Whis could respond, a shattering *CRACK* ripped through the heavens. Beerus reappeared instantly, hovering high above the ruined yacht like an avenging thundercloud. Blood – impossibly purple – trickled from his bruised jawline. His eyes burned with pure, incandescent fury, radiating violet light that distorted the twilight sky. His aura, no longer subtle, erupted –
Goku's crimson tail twitched violently. Not a flinch, but a dismissal. His piercing golden-red gaze remained locked onto Whis. The primal energy within him hummed, a contained storm recognizing a deeper ocean. He ignored the palpable pressure radiating from the wounded God above. "Whis?" Goku prompted, voice rough-edged but steady, gesturing again towards the flooded deck littered with shattered alloy. "Bulma's safe. Need a lift?" His crimson fur rippled faintly, betraying awareness of the descending annihilation.
Whis tilted his head, lavender eyes holding that unnerving, eternal calm as violet destruction pulsed violently overhead. He tapped his staff lightly against the buckled deck plating. "A gracious offer, Son Goku!" he chimed, his voice smooth as polished glass amidst the chaos. "But unnecessary. Observing… *developments*… is quite comfortable right here." His gaze shifted minutely upwards, acknowledging the descending storm without concern.
Beerus struck. He plunged downward faster than thought, a violet comet trailing rage. Not an energy wave this time – his clawed hands aimed to tear Goku apart atom by atom. Whis remained serene, untouched by the descending fury. Goku didn't look up. His crimson tail lashed once – a whip-crack dismissal. As Beerus's claws shimmered inches from Goku's wild black hair, Goku's hand snapped up. Not a block. Not a punch. A casual, almost bored *grab*. Thick crimson fingers closed like hydraulic presses around Beerus's slender purple wrist mid-strike. The impact *stopped*. Beerus jerked violently in mid-air, suspended by that impossible grip, momentum utterly negated. Dust motes hung frozen in the violet light radiating from the trapped god.
Goku didn't glance at the snarling Destroyer struggling against his crimson grip. Instead, his golden-red eyes scanned the ruined deck, the flooding water, the sparking wreckage. They flickered past Bulma's abandoned champagne glass floating in a brine puddle, past Whis's impassive form, searching urgently through the settling dust and ozone haze. "Vegeta?" Goku called out, his deep, ancient-timbered voice cutting through the groaning metal. The name wasn't a shout; it was a focused demand, sharp with concern beneath the primal power. "Where is he?" His tail coiled tighter, sensing vibrations, scanning ki signatures across the devastated sea horizon.
Beerus growled, a sound of pure, choked outrage. Violet annihilation surged along his trapped arm, crackling against Goku's crimson fur. It hissed violently, like oil hitting a superheated pan, but failed to even singe the dense fur. Goku's grip didn't falter. His gaze remained locked outward, frustration flickering behind the crimson eyeshadow framing his blazing eyes. "Damn it," he muttered, the words rough-edged. He hadn't sensed Vegeta's familiar, furious ki since the Geyser Impact. Not on the sinking yacht. Not in the depths. Not above the clouds where Beerus had vanished. The ocean churned angrily below, reflecting only bruised twilight and violet destruction.
Goku's crimson tail lashed sharply against the ruined deck, scattering sparking debris. He released Beerus's wrist abruptly; the Destroyer recoiled mid-air, violet eyes blazing with insulted fury. Ignoring him completely, Goku turned his full, blazing golden-red gaze towards Whis. "Hey, Whis," he called out, voice rough but urgent beneath the primal timbre. "Can you scan for Vegeta?" He gestured vaguely towards the churning, debris-strewn ocean horizon. "I gotta get him to the Lookout too. Bulma's freaking out." The request was blunt, pragmatic, acknowledging Whis's unique sensory abilities amidst the chaos.
Whis tilted his head, a flicker of amusement softening his lavender eyes as he observed Beerus seething silently nearby. He tapped his staff lightly against the flooded deck plating. "An intriguing diversion!" he chimed, his tone unnervingly serene. His staff glowed faintly as he closed his eyes, expanding his consciousness instantly across the planet—past the sinking yacht's wreckage, beyond Beerus's oppressive aura, through tectonic layers and storm systems. He sensed Vegeta's familiar, furious ki signature instantly: distant, submerged, and fiercely intact beneath crushing ocean pressure near a geothermal trench.
"Ah," Whis murmured, reopening his eyes with a faint smile. "Prince Vegeta appears quite... motivated." He pointed his staff northeastward, towards a distant patch of violently churning sea marked by underwater thermal plumes. "Approximately twelve leagues down, grappling with a rather agitated leviathan. He seems determined to punch his way to the surface unaided." Whis paused, glancing meaningfully at Goku's impatiently twitching crimson tail. "Shall we wager how many minutes he'll need?"
Goku didn't hesitate. Two fingers touched his forehead, his golden-red eyes narrowing with focus. The scent of ozone spiked sharply as *Instant Transmission* flared. He vanished from Whis's side mid-breath—reappearing not beside Vegeta, but fifty feet *above* the roiling geothermal vent. Below, through the churning, mineral-rich murk, he spotted Vegeta: battered and snarling, delivering furious blows to a colossal eel-like creature whose jaws dwarfed Capsule Corp towers. Goku grinned fiercely, crimson fur rippling. *Two seconds flat*. He dove like a crimson comet, seawater boiling away from his aura as he plunged toward the prince.
He halted abruptly beside the thrashing leviathan's immense, scarred head. Goku didn't roar. Didn't flare his ki. He simply *glared*—golden-red eyes blazing with pure, primal authority. The creature froze mid-strike, its obsidian eyes widening in instinctive terror. Ancient survival circuits screamed at the proximity of apex predator energy—the same primordial resonance that once governed Oozaru herds. Without hesitation, the leviathan whipped its colossal body sideways, vanishing into the inky trench depths faster than it had attacked. Goku grunted, satisfied, then spun toward Vegeta floating stunned in the sudden stillness. Before the prince could demand an explanation or curse his rescue, Goku's furred hand clamped onto his armored shoulder. "Brace yourself!" Goku barked. Two fingers touched his forehead again. *Instant Transmission* tore them from the crushing abyss.
They rematerialized on the cool, wind-scoured stones of Kami's Lookout, landing amidst scattered Dragon Balls and Piccolo's sharp intake of breath. Bulma shrieked, tackling Vegeta instantly. Goku released his grip, crimson tail flicking seawater droplets onto ancient tiles as he scanned the horizon. Below, Beerus's violet aura pulsed like a wounded supernova above the ruined yacht—visible even at this impossible distance. Piccolo stepped forward, eyes narrowed at Goku's transformed state. "What in hell is—" Goku cut him off, golden-red gaze still fixed on the distant sea. "Later, Piccolo! Whis!" His voice carried effortlessly across the Lookout.
Whis remained poised near the shattered yacht deck below, utterly unfazed by Beerus's palpable fury radiating beside him. The Destroyer spat purple blood onto sparking alloy, claws flexing as he tracked Goku's distant form. Whis merely raised his staff, its orb glowing softly. His lavender eyes unfocused, casting his consciousness beyond Earth—past Namekian refugees, beyond Frieza's ghostly remnants, sifting through millennia of Saiyan lineage across dead worlds and hidden colonies. He sought echoes of crimson fur, tails fused with divine light, Oozaru rage compressed into mortal frames. Beerus snarled, violet energy crackling. "Find *nothing*, Whis! That monkey's aberration dies *tonight*!" Whis tilted his head slightly, a faint, intrigued hum escaping him as his staff pulsed once—a flicker of discovery deep within the cosmic archives.
On the Lookout, Goku paced, crimson tail thumping rhythmically against ancient stone. Vegeta shoved Bulma aside, teeth bared, demanding answers about Goku's feral appearance. Piccolo scanned the horizon, sensing Beerus's escalating wrath. Suddenly, Whis materialized silently beside them, staff tapping stone. "Fascinating," he murmured, ignoring Vegeta's furious glare. "Your form, Son Goku… echoes exist." He conjured a hologram—a crumbling mural from a lost Saiyan moonbase. It depicted warriors with wild black manes, crimson furred tails coiled tight, golden-red eyes blazing beneath forgotten stars. "The Primordial Ascension," Whis announced. "A path abandoned eons ago. Brutal. Unpredictable. Few survived the metamorphosis." Bulma gaped at the projection; Vegeta's scowl deepened, fists trembling.
Beerus's roar shook the planet. Violet annihilation tore upward from the ocean, a pillar of pure destruction aimed squarely at the Lookout. Goku didn't flinch. He glanced at Whis's hologram, then at his own furred fists, understanding dawning—raw power tempered by desperation. Before the Hakai wave reached the Lookout's edge, Goku blurred. He reappeared mid-air above the Pacific, intercepting the violet torrent. Crimson fur rippled as he crossed his arms, bracing. The Hakai slammed into him—a continent-splitting impact. Golden-red ki flared, clashing violently with oblivion, shredding clouds for miles. Goku strained, boots skidding backward through empty air, the ocean boiling beneath him. A feral grin split his face. This… this was *fun*.
Below, Beerus launched himself skyward, claws extended. Whis sighed softly, tapping his staff. "A momentary delay," he informed the stunned group on the Lookout. The hologram shifted—showing Goku's form flickering crimson, tail lashing like a metronome against Hakai's tide. "Observe," Whis murmured. "The Primal Ascension anchors itself through rage… but endures through *joy*." Piccolo's eyes narrowed; Vegeta snarled, recognizing the savage euphoria radiating from Goku's distant, straining silhouette. Bulma clutched Vegeta's arm, whispering harshly. "He's laughing! That idiot's *laughing* while holding back a god!"