I have some sad new to share.
Your mother broke up with me...she said she couldn't handle how BIG my little bro was.....how could she do it to me 😭.
No worries tho l talked to your sister and she said she was free.
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Wish me luck.
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For the first time since his ascension, Beerus understood a truth he had never allowed to exist.
I might fall.
The realization crept in like poison, slow and undeniable. He still had it—Ultra Instinct, incomplete, unstable, unused. A blade he had kept sheathed out of pride. Out of habit.
But what would it matter?
Frieza was evading him in his base form.
Beerus' gaze hardened.
If this is him restrained… what happens when he transforms?
Golden.
Regret coiled tight around his chest.
He had his chance. One moment, one decisive strike—and he hadn't taken it. Arrogance had cost him, and now the bill was coming due.
The void seemed to close in.
Then Frieza's voice echoed, smooth and infuriatingly calm.
"Beerus," he said, smiling, "why don't we make this official?"
Beerus' eyes snapped to him.
"A proper match," Frieza continued. "For the position of God of Destruction."
Beerus laughed aloud, sharp and bitter.
Did he think him a fool?
Whis would have told Frieza by now—told him everything. That Beerus could be revived. Once. Twice. Maybe more. And Frieza, powerful as he was, wouldn't enjoy killing the same god over and over.
But Beerus knew the truth beneath the offer.
If I accept… Whis is bound.
No guidance. No rewind. No quiet hand pulling him back from the edge.
Frieza watched the hesitation bloom on Beerus' face and laughed, delighted. "Oh my. Don't tell me," he purred, "that the great and mighty Beerus is afraid of a little old mortal like me."
Once, that would have ignited an explosion.
Once, Beerus would have erased him for the insult alone.
But the slap—the humiliation—had done its work.
It had torn something open behind his eyes. Pride no longer blinded him.
Frieza noticed.
He sighed theatrically. "Very well. How about this—I won't use my Golden form against you."
Beerus' stare sharpened. "And why," he said coldly, "would I believe that?"
Frieza turned his gaze to Whis. "Simple. You'll be the judge."
Whis' expression did not change.
"If I activate my Golden form," Frieza said lightly, "you may kill me on the spot."
A pause.
"But only if it happens during my fight with Beerus only."
Silence fell.
Beerus' lips curled—slowly—into a thin, dangerous smile.
"…Alright," he said at last. "I accept."
His aura flared, violent and absolute. "This will be your greatest mistake," Beerus growled. "You Demon."
Frieza gasped, clutching his chest in mock offense. "A demon?" he said softly. "Oh, how could you, Lord Beerus."
The title dripped with mockery.
And somewhere deep in the void, destiny shifted..
Frieza's laughter echoed in the void of his mind, low and sharp, a storm of malice and amusement tangled together.
"Hahahahahha… what a fool," he thought, teeth bared in a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Don't tell me he actually fell for it. How stupid do you have to be?"
He could feel the pulse of Beerus' aura—tight, coiled, tense. He could feel the cat-god's mind racing, looking for weakness, for loopholes, for ways to turn the "handicap" against him.
Frieza tilted his head, letting the silence stretch, letting it suffocate.
He had promised—yes, promised—not to use Golden Frieza.
…but so what?
There was no clause about Black Frieza. No clause about Ultra Instinct.
No clause about the true apex that now coursed through him.
And the most delicious part—if anyone dared interfere with their match, the contract itself would crumble. Instantly. Nullifying every single contingency, every ally, every intervention.
Frieza's grin widened.
The irony was simply divine.
The mighty Beerus, trembling at the edge of his pride and fury, had no idea what had just been unleashed.
This wasn't a fight.
This was a Massecer.
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Frieza hovered in the void, black and pulsing like a wound in reality itself. Beerus' Destroyer aura ignited the nearby planets, lightning snapping across the skies, but Frieza didn't flinch.
He tilted his head, studying the cat-god like one studies a bug before smashing it.
Then, without warning, Frieza vanished. Beerus swung a fist, cleaving through a small moon that hadn't had a chance to form craters yet. Frieza reappeared inside Beerus' perception, his fingers grazing the god's temple.
Beerus staggered, momentarily disoriented.
"Hahaha… that's all?" Frieza's voice echoed, silky, venomous. "I expected more… from a god."
Beerus roared and surged forward, aura flaring violently. His fists collided with the void itself, tearing space apart—but Frieza simply danced between the ruptures, bending his body around gravity like it was nothing.
Then Frieza launched himself forward, spinning with uncanny speed, and slammed a forearm into Beerus' chest, sending the cat flying into a sunless star.
The impact hollowed it out, star matter collapsing inward like it had just been gutted. Beerus erupted from the wreckage, seething, claws slicing meteors midair, but each attack Frieza effortlessly dodged—or allowed to hit empty space.
Frieza floated, arms crossed, aura flaring black and violet. "You're tense, Beerus," he taunted, each word dripping with mockery. "Is this… fear? Pride? Or the realization that even your wrath is… mine?"
With a flash, Frieza clapped his hands together, creating a miniature singularity beneath Beerus.
A black hole.
Just for funsies
The god screamed as gravity pulled him toward it, forcing him to push with every ounce of strength he had, his aura igniting nova-like flares, but the pull only shifted, never broke.
Frieza laughed. "You see? Even your strength can be played with. I've done more in ten Years than you've done in Millennia!"
Beerus' ears twitched, eyes wide. He'd felt Frieza before—but now… this mastery, the precision, the utter confidence… It was beyond logic.
Every muscle, every godly instinct screamed: he could lose.
Frieza's grin widened. He snapped a finger, and a shattered planet exploded in the distance, rocks raining like bullets. "You're slow… predictable… and deliciously angry. Show me your true face, Beerus."
The god growled, aura tearing at the void. He lunged again, ultra instinct half-awakened, fists moving faster than thought—but Frieza anticipated each strike, each dodge a perfect tease.
Then, mid-air, he punched the god directly into a planet, bending the surface inward, fracturing mountains like twigs.
Beerus spat blood, claws digging in, eyes burning with a mix of fury and panic.
He realized, with a shudder, that Frieza wasn't just dodging—he was toying.
Every move, every strike was meant to unravel him, bait his pride, and push him into reckless fury.
Frieza was without a doubt a Master Baiter
Frieza hovered above the cratered world, chest rising slowly, aura a living shadow. "Oh, Beerus," he murmured. "The more you rage… the better I feel. Show me what you're truly capable of. Or… prove that even gods can cry."
And then, with a subtle twitch of his hand, fragments of Beerus' own shattered planet erupted around him like meteor showers, forcing him to dodge instead of strike. Every second, every strike, every moment—the battlefield became a symphony of terror, chaos, and mockery.
Frieza's laugh echoed through the void, low and manic, almost musical in its cruelty. "Hahahahaha… come now, god… show me your worth."
Beerus' heart pounded. For the first time, the god of destruction truly understooddespair.
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Beerus snarled, aura flaring, body a blur of light and shadows as Ultra Instinct finally kicked in. He moved faster than thought, each strike aimed to obliterate Frieza in a single blow.
But the moment he lunged, Frieza vanished.
Not dodged. Not teleported. Vanished.
His presence flickered like a broken hologram. Beerus swung, and his fists tore through planets, moons, and nebulae, but Frieza was nowhere—just a whisper, a shadow at the edge of perception.
"Is that all you've got, Beerus?" Frieza's voice came from everywhere and nowhere at once. "You think you can scare me? Move faster than light? Hah! I've played with forces that make your wrath look like a gentle breeze."
Beerus' eyes widened. He felt the pressure, the gravity of Frieza's aura, crushing him subtly—not physically, but mentally, existentially. He was the hunter now… and he didn't know what was real.
Frieza reappeared inside Beerus' guard, landing a strike to his side. Not enough to kill, but enough to teach. The god of destruction roared, pain mingling with fury, and retaliated with a flurry of strikes that shattered the vacuum around them, turning the battlefield into a supernova of raw ki.
But Frieza danced through it, twisting mid-air with impossibly precise movements. Every punch, every kick, every aura ripple was calculated to bait, to humiliate, to expose weakness.
"Faster… stronger… show me your pride," Frieza taunted, circling the cat-god.
Beerus' tail lashed, knocking aside floating debris, and he attempted a full-powered smash. He thought: if I land this… I can end him. Just one—one strike—
Frieza grinned, dark and beautiful, and dodged by a hair, his body bending unnaturally around the punch as if he were liquid shadow.
The force passed, shattering a nearby asteroid into dust.
"Hahaha… oh, Beerus," Frieza said, voice teasing, venomous. "You really think that was enough? Do you feel it? The dread creeping in? That moment when even your fury… your precious Ultra Instinct… isn't enough?"
Beerus' eyes burned red. His pride screamed. His fists clenched. The environment around them trembled—planets cracked, asteroids vaporized, and stars flickered. Yet Frieza hovered, calm, the eye of an unstoppable storm.
Frieza then rushed in, landing a backhand strike so fast it distorted space itself. Beerus flew into a shattered planet, his roar echoing as the surface folded around him. He pushed himself off, clawing at the air, but Frieza was already above him, pressing forward with every step a threat, every glance a provocation.
"You're angry," Frieza whispered, almost gently, almost intimate. "Good. Let that anger guide you… feed me… show me everything you've got.
"Feel it embrace it this is the same thing l felt when l fought you how ironic that your getting dog walked by me now"
And in that instant, the universe seemed to scream—not from destruction, but from anticipation.
Every being capable of sensing them would feel the ripple: the fight was no longer just a duel. It was annihilation wrapped in elegance, chaos molded into intent.
Beerus, panting, aura burning, understood it fully now: this was no normal fight. He was being toyed with… tortured.
Frieza's laughter echoed across the void, dark, manic, and infinitely confident:
"Hahahahah… come now, god. Let's see how far your pride will carry you… before it shatters."
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This is almost two chapter we didn't achieve our goal but oh well next time.