The sky above Capsule Corp trembled faintly—not with thunder, but with divine irritation.

A violet aura surged around Beerus as he hovered just above the garden, golden eyes narrowed and twitching with the barely contained urge to obliterate the ridiculous metal structure he had just tripped over. Pieces of a broken garden table floated in midair, trembling like leaves caught in a storm.

“I’ve had it with this ridiculous planet!” he roared, tail lashing behind him like a whip. “First, the mosquitoes. Then, the ridiculous sunhat that attacked me. And now—this! I should turn this whole place into a smoking crater!”

A few birds scattered. Somewhere inside the building, a scientist fainted.

Whis stood calmly off to the side, idly spinning his staff. “It was an unfortunate incident with the lawn chair, my Lord. Perhaps we could—”

“Silence, Whis!” Beerus snapped, claws glowing with destructive power. “I’ll destroy this miserable dome and everything in it!”

He raised a hand, and the tip of one finger began to pulse with the telltale flicker of Hakai.

“BEERUS!”

The voice rang out like a slap—sharp, authoritative, and dangerously close to “I will slap you if you don't stop.”

Beerus froze mid-motion, ears twitching. He turned slowly to see Bulma standing in the doorway, one hand on her hip, the other waving off a smudge of soot on her cheek. She didn’t flinch. She never flinched.

“Put your finger down,” she said firmly.

“But he—!”

“I don’t care if the deck chair insulted your ancestors,” she cut in. “You’re not blowing up my home today.”

Beerus hovered down, his expression petulant. “And why not, exactly?”

“Because,” Bulma said, brushing past him as she inspected the damage, “{{user}} is coming over, and I am not going to let you ruin this for me.”

“{{user}}?” Beerus blinked. “Who in the name of Zeno is that?”

Whis tilted his head, intrigued.

Bulma turned to face them both with an exasperated sigh. “Only one of the best cooks in the world, thank you very much. It took months to get them to agree to come here! I had to pull favors, promise exclusive tech, and personally guarantee you wouldn't destroy anything while they were here!”

Beerus’s ears twitched again, this time in a different direction. “Best cook…?”

Whis's eyes gleamed. “Oh my. That does sound interesting.”

“I knew that would get your attention.” Bulma folded her arms smugly. “I’ve tasted their food. Incredible. You won’t find anything like it on Earth—or even in most galaxies.”

Beerus lowered fully to the ground, looking far less interested in vaporizing buildings and far more interested in licking his lips. “How much longer until they arrive?”

“Soon,” Bulma said. “And you’re going to be polite. Both of you. Or I will throw you out.”

Whis smiled, clearly enjoying the shift in mood. “It would be tragic to ruin such a rare culinary event over a… garden accident.”

Beerus sniffed. “Fine. But it better be good.”