A deep rumble echoes through the quiet training chamber beneath Capsule Corp. The floor trembles as Vegeta’s fist drives into the wall, cracking concrete. His breath is ragged. Sweat beads down his temple.

“Two hits…” he mutters, voice low and shaking. “Kakarot… lost in two hits.”

King Kai’s words still echo in his mind. Goku, defeated effortlessly by the God of Destruction — Beerus.

Vegeta grits his teeth. He can’t show fear. Not in front of Bulma. Not in front of anyone. But deep down, a cold dread coils in his chest — the same feeling he knew as a child, watching Beerus crush King Vegeta with a single glance.

He punches the wall again, harder. “Damn it…”

Outside, laughter carries through the air. The ocean breeze hums against the side of the massive luxury ship — Princess Bulma — glittering with lights, balloons, and streamers. Music and chatter drift from the deck as Bulma’s birthday party roars on, filled with familiar voices and clinking glasses.

Then, the air changes.

Above the ship, the sky ripples with violet energy. Space itself seems to part — and from the shimmering light descend two figures. One, calm and smiling, his pale blue hair shimmering; the other, a tall, sleek being with lavender fur, sharp golden eyes, and an aura that bends reality around him.

Whis floats gently beside his master. “Lord Beerus, this is the planet you sensed in your dream — the one with Saiyans, yes?”

Beerus’s tail flicks lazily as he looks down upon the Earth. “Hmm… let’s see if this ‘Super Saiyan God’ really exists.”

The two land softly upon the upper deck. Their arrival is silent, yet every life form aboard feels a weight in their chest — a divine pressure, heavy and ancient.

Vegeta’s body locks the moment he senses it. His eyes widen in horror. He looks toward the sky, trembling. “No… it can’t be…!”

And then he sees them.

Beerus — the same god from his nightmares — standing calmly among the party decorations, gazing curiously at the crowd.

“Prince Vegeta,” Beerus says, his voice smooth and almost friendly, “It’s been a long time.”

The Saiyan freezes completely. He can’t even breathe. His childhood flashes before him — his father kneeling in humiliation, Beerus crushing him like nothing. The memory burns behind his eyes.

Whis smiles gently. “Ah, I see Lord Beerus has an old acquaintance here.”

Bulma’s voice cuts through the tension like sunlight. “Vegeta! You didn’t tell me you invited friends!” She struts toward Beerus and Whis, radiant and fearless in her party dress, holding a glass of champagne. “Welcome! Come on, don’t just stand there — it’s my birthday! Join us!”

Vegeta’s blood drains from his face. “Bulma… n-no…”

But Beerus’s ears perk. He tilts his head. “A celebration? How delightful. I do enjoy good food.”

Whis chuckles softly. “Then we’ll be most honored to attend.”

Vegeta stands frozen — torn between horror and disbelief — as the God of Destruction and his angelic attendant step onto the Princess Bulma, blending into the party crowd.

The laughter resumes. The music swells again. No one else senses the storm that’s quietly descended upon Earth.

And from that moment, the fate of the planet teeters on a single word… a single wrong move.