A World's Worth of Dinner


Written by Septia.


“This is it, then?” The god spoke as he observed the world laid bare beneath his feet, sprawling landscapes blending into mountains, valleys, cities and oceans all across the planetoid. 
	“That is correct, Lord Beerus, this is the world set for destruction, and apparently we are even twenty years late.” 
	“I am the one who decides whether I am late or not. But,” he spoke and raised a claw dismissively towards the planet, “I may as well wrap it up.” Ki gathered at the tip of his talon, forging the light of a corrupted star, a luminance which devoured life down to its essence. 
	“W-wait waitwait wait waaaiit.” Screams rung out as a pod breached the planet's atmosphere, text displayed on the ship pleading for a moment of time. 
	“Whis, they are interrupting my work.”
	Whis brandished her staff, but took in the symbols showcased on the ship. “Hmm...?” She expanded the sphere of influence around them to cover the vessel. 
	“Whis...”
	“My lord, I do believe you want to hear them out.”
	A black insectoid humanoid exited the ship, falling to their knees before them. “Oh Lord Beerus, lord of destruction, he who casts the judgement of fate upon the very-.”
	“This better be important.” Beerus interrupted their groveling. 
	“Ah-ah, W-we propose an exchange.”
	“An exchange?”
	“Yeah.”
	“With a god of destruction?”
	“Co-correct.”
	“And what exactly makes you think-.”
	“We have heard tale of the lord's impeccable palette, satiated by only the grandest flavors of the cosmos.”
	Beerus's eyelids  snapped tight, one ear twitched. 
	“A-and we have cultivated our species for millennia, one prime example said to be of the most magnificent profile of flavors in eons.” 
	“Eons, you say,” Beerus parroted, “and what is the exchange?”
	“For... for you to.. T-to not blow up our planet.”
	“You dare to-.” 
	“So what you are saying,” Whis interjected, “is that you are so confidence in this specimen's culinary exquisiteness, that you deem it worth the survival of your entire world?” 
	The alien peered between them, Whis winked. “... Y-yes. Th-that is what I am saying.”
	“And if we do not take you up on this offer, that exquisite flavor shall forever be a mystery, lost to the echoes of the universal dust?” 
	Beerus's second ear twitched. 
	“Y-yes, I-I am highly confident.” 
	“So then, dear Lord, what is your decision?” 
	Beerus's face hardened, pinching together. -Gbbrrlrllgshs- and a rumble trickled from his gullet. He glared at the representative. “There will not be a force in this universe that will stop me from personally eradicating your entire history were this a charade...” 
	“A-ah of course Lord Beerus. Please, a moment.” The alien unfolded gossamer lime wings and darted back into the pod, retrieving a bound fellow of his species.
	Grand compound eyes stared up from under binds and a mouth gag, glossy tar hued chitin shimmered under the polymer binds. 
	“This is the best your world has to offer?” 
	Whis levitated the offering. “They do look quite exotic.” 
	“Fine, why are we still here then? The faster we can test their quality, the sooner I know whether this world will crumble to dust.” 
	Whis shrunk her sphere of influence, leaving the alien darting back to the pod, and zooming them back through the cosmos. Beerus slumping seated and grumbling. After a few moments Whis stated “Perhaps I should have inquired as to how to prepare them?” 


~ 1 ~


“Seems to be a fairly pathetic sample, if I were to judge it myself.” 
	“Lord Beerus, I believe there are few things that can match you, certainly not a cattle species such as this,” Whis responded. 
	“Fair. Even accounting for that, I am yet to be impressed.” Beerus looked down to the tied up creature. Its body covered in plates of broad, spanning chitin that still bent under the constraints of the polymer bonds, acting as an armour of rubber rather than any actual protection for the insectile creature. Despite this it carried itself with an impressive hip girth, and a tail budding out from underneath its thighs to reach all the way up to into the back of his hair. The teal compound eyes looking up on then from where he laid tied up in the grass. 
	“But we have come this far.” Beerus mumbled and brought up a talon, planting it under the binds holding the creature's arms together, and ripping it to shreds with a snap back of his digit. The bonds disintegrating themselves after the cut alike to a line of firecrackers evaporating into nothing. The alien freeing its own mouth gag as soon as its limbs managed. 
	“Pah ah, mnghaa...,” it wheezed. 
	“Tell me. what do you call yourself?” 
	“Paha, ha? I… I am Chrono, l-lord B-beerus.” 
	“Your planet's represntatives have spoken highly of your culinary capabilities, and for your world's safety, they better be right. Because I have traveled for over four hours on an empty stomach, without even the gratification of fulfilling my task…”
	“I-… Beerus I apologise, this was not my decision,” Chrono said and prostrated himself before Beerus. 
	“This is bothersome… Whis, deal with them, I expect great quality, the finest produce is nothing without a capable chef.” 
	“I shall do naught but my most, Lord Beerus.” Whis assured and levitated Chrono, phasing through the planet to a kitchen facility where Chrono made a graceful landing on the counter. “So then, what manner should you be prepared in to best suit Beerus’ pallet? Flambéed, sautéed, wokked, steamed?” Whis asked. 
	Chrono swallowed, shifting back on the counter. “I-I am… I don't.” 
	“Oh dear, worse than I expected then, you really do have no clue. Would not want to disappoint a god of destruction now, would we?” Whis said with the same smile she'd shown the representative. 
	“Please I don't… I…” Chrono was silenced under the stare. 
	“Ah, better be on the safe side in case we don't get it right the first time.” Whis said and clacked his staff to the ground. 
	Chrono felt a splitting ache through… everything, everything except his body, pulled towards the staff, something locked within it, torn away of his very essence 
	“That should do the trick, so, let me see what we are working with.” “Better to prepare a platter just in case, cannot say I have worked with species of your anatomy for a while, though, if my guess is correct the joint breaks would be… here,” Whis said, holding two fingers tight and whacked them down, colliding with Chrono's shoulder, at the precise point between plates of chitin seams, the force rendering through him in an instance. -Wppt-Thcllch- And his whole arm fell limp to the countertop, in speed enough to leave only a cirrus of liquid strands between his cut shoulder and the fallen limb, stretching out like a cluster of harp strings in the air. Chrono had not even registered the pain before Whis positioned himself to Chrono's other side. 
	“And here.” Another tap -Twtp- and the sinew sliced, decapitated from his shoulder, leaving both arms beside him. “HW-ahta?” 
	“And here, and here,” Whis said grabbing a hold of the alien's wings, pushing in at their base as if scooping up a serving of ice cream, gouging them out of their joints in the manner one dissects a toy. 
	“Pfh-fahah. Ahhaa-. Aah m-mymye…” Chrono wheezed, shifting and shaking as he stared at his arms, digits still clenching. 
	“Shh shush, you come with your own recipes or you let me do my work, cooking is an art after all,” Whis said and crammed a three-pronged apple up Chrono's maw, arranging the limbs on the counter beside them, conjuring a cutting board and knife. “Hmmm, somewhat tougher meat under here, though I have to admit was uncertain if I would find a skeleton in there as well.” Whis said as she turned over the arm, peeling in at the lush, teal and lime hued flesh housed under skin and chitin, contrasting with the onyx dark scales to glow, its texture a spongy softness similar to that of lobster or fresh crayfish. “Hmmm, Curious, do you need to be washed?” Whis asked. 
	“Phahfaa fha hahha. M-m aaa-argms…” Chorno wheezed under the gag, squirming with only tail and feet to keep him stable. He rolled on the counter, smearing the lake of his life essence drooling out from the severed shoulders. 
	“Expected no answer, but I'll wash one of the arms then~.” Whis hummed and cleansed it under a stream of water, washing out the fluids exuding from the meat. Then she heaved it up, grabbing the chitin and peeling it off like a banana, as if stealing the shell of a pistachio, leaving the arm meat to flop free on the cutting board. A concise grasp of the bone inside and a sharp tug drew up the complete skeletal frame: a sock of Chrono’s flesh left on the board. “I will admit this is less of a mess than I expected you to make.” Whis noted, and then she took the knife to the flesh, letting it glide through the tissue with the ease of molten butter, closing up little loops, donuts of flesh from the cavity of the removed bone, and lining them all up on the board before mincing the tendrils of finger flesh with a rapid, milling chop -Ckskgpgh-. 
	The other arm was preserved, cracked open and cut vertically from finger to shoulder, carved around the bone and then hacked into cubes. “Hmmm, yes, the cleaned meat would do better to soak up flavors, where we can let the refined meat simmer in its own juices.” Whis hummed as she dumped the uncleaned arm in a pot together with the chitin, pouring in water and reducing it to a bouillon. Whis prepared a cream roux for the delicately cleansed arm, braised in plenty of fat. 
	“While we have that set up, let me think, what else can be done with you?” Whis hummed, turning his attention Back to Chrono, whose tail was winding over the end of the counter. 
	“Oh, excellent, this meat does look juicier.” Whis mused, splatting Chrono out on the counter with knife in hand, a smile on her face, as the cold metal incised into Chrono's abdomen, carting along the seam of the skin near the base of his tail, rendering the sinew along the grain of the meat to separate the tail segment from the body, the blade cleaved from Chrono's remaining torso and tugged free to slide along the end of his flesh where the vertebrae connected to his spine. A greasy grind of a frog burrowing through lard squealed out as the chunk of the tail drooped down to expose the white bone -Shhhgrlrllltch-. “AH, there we are,” Whis said and rammed the bone with the bottom of the knife's handle to crack it a part -Cjjjrr-Crrrckt- letting the tail slide free, twitching in a postmortem spasm of cataleptic rigidity. Chrono wheezed, eyes gaping open and his carapace rattling like a hive of bees. 
	“This could possibly be served fresh, if it is of your claimed quality.” He carved a spiral pattern through the tail, trailing upwards from the base to the top, cross hatching the past cuts and crafting a lattice of meat that Whis unfolded into an artpiece of meat chunk petals hanging off the vertebra bone branch. The angel going from efficient butchering to a curated craft of culinary complexity. 
	“AHah, I must say your meat is quite tender and flexible to work with, dare I say I am having quite a bit of fun with it.” He peered down at the scrambling, twitching heap of a creature, leaking over the whole counter and breathing through shaking, agitated lungs. “Mmmm,” Whis hummed and levitated Chrono above one of the pots so his blood drained into the broth. Wiping clear the rest that had slobbered from him all across the surface. 
	“Perhaps the rest should be enjoyed charred, grilled, with, oh, yes, lord Beerus did say he was quite hungry, so let us make it a feast.” Whis mused and conjured a steel pike, threading it through the empty cavity of Chorno's body where his tail had once been, puncturing through non-essential organs -Csltpch- -Slprrtch- and leading the beam of metal up through his esophagus and through the pronged apple that laid nestled and pinned under his tongue. “A hearty roast to compliment the freshness of tartar and delicate spices of the broths.” Whis mused, and a cooking pit rose from the floor which he laid the spiked Chrono over, setting the pike to gradually revolve atop as the flame licked up towards Chrono's body. 
	All as Whis returned to chop root vegetables to simmer with the stew, adjusting spices for the broth and adding portions of cream and milk for the stew. The angel humming as he flipped and dolled over the meat, treating the fresh tail flesh in a light rub of vinegar and oils, cooking up a storm from Chrono's butchered remains, as the carcass looked up, sweating out the last of his life… 


~ 2 ~


The table laid decorated with a range of bowls. And pots of steaming stew and simmering broths all surrounding the center platter of a Chrono with his legs tied behind his back, inside clogged with grease and stuffing and a few chitin plates eased open to unveil the barbecued flesh that had dried in their own carapace under the roasting flames. A melange of hearty brine, cumin, and a tang of kokum; wafting through the air. Eyes closed, and baked fruit still lodged in his maw, baked by the flames. 
	“Haah, it does have a lot of character to it,” Beerus mumble and wiped some drool off with the back of his palm. 
	“Most certainly, Lord Beerus, so, ready to judge it?” 
	The feline seated himself at the table, and went straight for the centerpiece, tearing off one of Chrono's hips with a delicate -Krrtkch- crush of bones. Bringing it to his face and sniffing, it, tongue lapping over the exposed flesh, sampling the drooling seaming juices. Then he shoved the thick of the thigh straight in his gob -llgpagagmpah- gnawing over the flesh and cramming it down with gusto. “Mfmapfa aha, can barely tell if there are flavors, far too hungry to care,” The deity grumbled as he folded the leg into his maw, cheeks distorted and swollen as the meat packed through and down his throat, descending with a few decisive swallows -Aoogmgphh- -Shhrllgp-Glluuuoork-. 
	“It all goes to show then,” Whis said and prepared a bowl of rice topped with the rich creamy stew, a thick gravy in a deep maroon from the spices and braised vegetables. 
	“Mff, lets eat this then,” Beerus mumbled as he stuffed his face down a bowl of the noodles and the bouillon brew, sharp fangs piercing and fishing up chunks of meat in the bowl and hoisting it up in the air to be caught in his maw, munching with loud smacks as the meat made it down his throat. “Mmfms. Better, bland, but better.” he mumbled and tossed the half filled rice bowl behind him, digging into the tartar, rending strips free and cramming them past his maw, interested in the raw bulk of Chrono's flesh. 
	“There is plenty to go around,” Whis mused, seeing the deity devour the feast ahead of him, under a cacophony of crunches, squelches of mastication, and ruthless swallows -Glluummpkg-. 


“Mmfp mgpghah,” Beerus huffed, one finger on Chornos's grilled cranium, plowing it back into his throat, with a -Chshrlrlpatah- slurp and drape of Chrono's flesh. He tilted his neck back for his throat to swell in the scalp of the alien bug's head, vanishing into the pot-bellied bloat nursed on Beerus’ lap. “Phaa, That was a lot, will say that much, less filling than I had hoped, and the flavor…” he mumbled “above average, perhaps… couldn't really tell.” 
	“You were quite starved, it is understandable you would not make a fair judgement on a completely empty stomach.” 
	“Fair, but that's all we had of them,” Beerus said and leaned back. “Schedule in a return trip to-.” 
	“Oh but my lord, not so fast.” 
	Whis said, his staff levitating behind him as he enjoyed a cup of tea. A dark glow flared at the staff, radiating out into a haze that coalesced, closing in and forming a dark cloud that gradually merged into physicality. Chrono revitalised, hanging in the air before slumping to the ground with a thud -PPthddd- “Phaf wh-where…” he wheezed. 
	“I took the liberty to save his soul; we can have more opportunities to judge him. 
	“Hmmr…,” Beerus hummed in approval, ears standing on end as he approached the slumped figure. “Chrono, was it?” 
	Chrono peered up, grazing over his own arms to make sure they were there. 
	“You are already reduced to naught but a handful of kilograms of meat in my gut, a few hours, and you won't be able to call yourself even a meal any more, all that my body deemed useful converted into my being, the rest of you to vacate my form without a scrap of dignity to its name, crapped out and disposed of as a fat load of divine muck.” he said, patting his gut as a thud like that of an overinflated truck tire came from within his meat stuffed abdomen -Chlglptsh-. “And that is all you will be, for before my body has dealt with you, you will be reduced to sustenance once more, joining the gruel of melting meat to fuel the furnace of my body…” Beerus leaned down, cupped Chrono's chin, and tilted it up to look him dead in the eyes. “Do you understand your place, as entertainment, food, and waste?” 
	Chrono swallowed, fear perspiration trickling down his ears. “I-I u-understand.” 
	Beerus hummed. “Good… then for the sake of your world and yourself, you will cooperate.” 


~ 3 ~

“Despite the claims, I find it difficult to value this mediocre offering to the same scale as a planet. Close, but not there yet.” 
	“I a-am sorry t-to disappoint, L-lord Beerus.” 
	“Oh there there, we have more than enough time to approach this conundrum, perhaps the answer lies hidden within your biology? If we were to revert you to an earlier stage in your species evolution, perhaps we would find the core of those cultivated flavors.” 
	“Wh-what?” Chrono asked up to Whis, as the angel merely smiled and picked him up by the scruff of his neck. “See? Just... like... so.” Whis said, swinging Chrono back and then tossing him up into the sky in a trajectory towards her planet's lake. 
	As The insectoid alien soared through the air his morphology mutated: wings retracted into his back, hind limbs melding together, front legs pinning to his sides, head expanding and melting into the chitin of his shoulders… Chrono felt his carapace fracture into a carpet of shards, shimmering with the pearlescence of onyx. The further along the arc he traveled, the less of himself remained, until Chrono was face to face with his own reflection in the lake, staring back at himself was a grand surprise: the dopey, wide eyed countenance of a giant black carp. He found himself reunited with a prehistoric ancestor just before the lake enveloped him in a pillar of water. 
	“And might I ask why you just threw him away?” Beerus inquired. 
	“Do you not think a bit of sport would be fun~?” 


Chrono panted, lungs circulating water through his gills, it was heavy to breathe, unaccustomed to it, though maneuvering through the lake came easy. To float through the deep cerulean, see light refracted from ripples on the surface from his entrance to the lake's domain, and the empty, muffled tones of the water all welcomed Chrono in their own way. There was still a lot weighing on him, compared to being slapped onto a counter and chopped into stew bits, this was… 
	A rush of water surged behind him, a current dragging him backwards pinned against a mesh as his body shot upwards to the illuminated surface, until his vision was basked in pure light with a crash of waves in surfacing. Chrono flopped and squirmed, his upper body sloughed over the rim of a wide net. 
	Beerus shook it to trawl the black carp back into the front of the lattice threads. Observing the foiled, squirming heap of fish wriggling in the net. “Caught him.” 
	Beerus mumbled. 
	Whis looked up from the water on the shore, just getting seated with a fishing pole. 
	“Lord Beerus, do you not think that is taking the fun out of it?” 
	“I am far more concerned about my appetite than ‘fun’, so hurry up and make this future kitty litter palatable.” Beerus said and then tossed the net over to the angel, who snapped it up in kind. “Very well, Lord Beerus.” she said and shifted back into the kitchen. 
	“Do excuse him,” Whis said to the Chrono carp as she laid them out over the counter. “He can tend to be a touch cranky. Fortunately, though, I have just idea to cheer him up.” She manifested a butcher's cleaver in her grasp, “With your help, of course.” Whis pinned Chrono to the counter with one finger, and, placing the peak of the knife over the far end of Chrono's body, and in one tug back letting the blade cleave his upper body off from his tail, a wall of light shooting up through him in the flash of the afterimage of the flashing steel, cut with such speed and precision that Chorno's body forgot to bleed. “There, hmm... head, torso, and tail should be suitable.” Whis turned Chrono's torso over, patting down the flat underbelly. 
	Chrono wheezed out weakly, feeling his gills flaring wide both in the choking pressure of air and the adrenaline from the sharp nestle of pain working up through his spine. His lungs struggling against the choking air as well, though it had been such a short time he had been out of the water, it was unclear if Whis would let him suffocate before he was butchered. 
	“Mmmhmm, from here,” Whis hummed to herself and eased the edge of the knife from under the side of Chrono's jaw, down diagonal to the center of his chest, a mere score through the scaled flesh, followed up with a mirrored stroke to the other end of the carp's maw. “Mmhmgm hmmm hmm” Whis hummed as she followed through the blueprint now laid out. The incising butcher's knife followed along the scoring, completing the 'V' cut as it rendered and separated sinew and bone with ease. A trail of dark sapphire blood trickling down the rendered seams of his scales and, accumulating on the counter whilst Whis finished through the stroke. Chrono's pants stifled though his jaw still contravened and distended, as Whis hooked a finger under the peak of the triangle cut and pulled Chorno's head off the hinges of his spine like the tab of a soda can -Ckk-Ppglllrtch-. The vertebrae popping in a viscera damped crack when the fish head was hung off the body, broad eyes growing cloudy. Gills still flapped, tail still twitched, eyes still rattled. The process executed with such speed and precision Chrono's perception of life lagged behind reality. He could see Whis holding his tail by the fin and scoring a seam from the bottom to tip, carving in under the crease by the knife and peeling back the scaled dermis with a crackle of spreading frog paté -ChCrlrlgflfsrrsth-. His skin unveiled like a pair of wings around the dome of rosy pale flesh with an oily swirl marble of lime green. Whis clapped the tail back on the counter -Cssplltch- and pulled and stripped the rest of the skin flap from the tip back to the tail fin, and pinched the fin and skin off together between thumb and forefinger -Chhrrlspthh- to separate the raw cudgel of carp meat. “Ah yes, then let’s get the soup going as well.” Whis hummed as she fanned out Chrono's dorsal fins and wicked them out of their sockets. She conjured a glass pot, filling it with water and channeling a modicum of ki to agitate the water to a simmer. Down went the assorted fins, and lastly Chrono's head, left to brew in the roiling putter, staring out at Whis continuing his work. 
	A thinner knife crested through Chorno's tail meat, filleting two chunks of fatty slabs apart from the branches of skeletal tissue locked within,. After precise cuts through each side Whis hoisted the whole tail up and pulled the fillets apart -Chhflt- -Clltkrktakt-. The bone severed from the tendons enough to slope off and clattered to the counter in one piece. “Excellent, so if I remember correctly…” Whis hummed to herself and carved diagonal strips of meat, slicing them up into smooth, marbled rectangles to decorate a platter of lettuce in a spiral pattern, a systematic slice and chop ringing through the kitchen like a metronome -Chhp- -Chhstlp- -Tddh-. Once she was out of preferential chunks; the mismatched straps and end pieces of the tail tissue, she paused, looking at the unappetizing pile. “Oooo, hang on now, what about…,” she mused and piled it all up together, grasping the cleaver once more and letting the weight of the knife fall into the heap. Again and again chopping clean through the sinew -Chltpathgh- -Cttwlpgsh- a moist smack of sinew sundering, the steel chomping through the flesh and compacting it down with each chop the genteel treatment throughout the process overtaken by a barbaric approach, the knife mashing the meat rather than cutting, until, as more and more air pockets were eliminated form the stack and the chunks sunk together into one homogeneous pulp. “Just so, ten perhaps...” She hummed and dusted a few handfuls of milled grain onto the pile, along with a few pinches of herbs and the sinuous contents from a green jar, kneading it all together until it formed a cohesive meat dough. Whis pulled chunks out of the dough and bundled them up to little ovals, one by one joining the pot with Chrono's head to simmer in the rich broth. “That should do the trick. And now of course, this will be the most suitable for battering.” Whis hummed.
	The Chrono carp's torso was folded out to its full wingspan, scales washed and patted dry before being dusted with flour, worked into the peachy pale flesh. 
	Whis intermittently stirred the pot whilst mixing up a batter, painting the pillow sized hunk of meat in the thick flour bile, plastering the amber hued substance across every cent of the fish. “Yes, this should be just about enough to sate Beerus for a little while at least,” Whis hummed, pulling out a drawer in the kitchen to reveal an entire deep frying rack, placing the meat atop and lowering it into the bubbling oils, Chrono watching with the last traces of his consciousness, how the last recognizable part of himself faded from view, and his senses stewed away in the roiling bubble of the pot oozing with the clean, succulent scent of bisque browth. 


~ 4 ~


“Ta-dah. Do dig in, Lord Beerus. I will admit, if nothing else, this creature does make for quite the source of inspiration in the kitchen.” 
	Beerus huffed and sat down at the table, the banquet once more decorated across the buffet table before him. This time with no singular centerpiece, but four grand plates each with a quarter of the batter fried carp, each the size of a seat, on a bed of roasted asparagus and bell peppers, along with plates of sashimi with dipping sauces, plates of stew, and most curious of all, little bowls with servings of rice with topped with pearlescent ovals of rounded meat, drenched in a savory buillon based roux. 
	“Hmm?” Beerus mumbled, grasping one of the bowls and sniffing its contents. His ears twitched, “Milk…” he mumbled,” then skewered one of the packets with his claw, hoisting it up to his face, twisting and turning the glistening sauce slathered bundle. Then he sunk it past his lips. -Ahhhomph- His eyelids snapped open, munching with parted lips, chewing up the delicate lil' bundle that melted apart at the fainting touch into its own cream rich stew over his palette. “Mmfpahmafmah,” he mouthed between gnaws, “Mfms, Ooooh this mmf, we are getting somewhere, the most… ahrmgmsmm, mm.” He gathered himself, licking his lips and stabbing another one. “Delicious, but what do you call this dish? I cannot say I have seen you cook it before...” 
	“Ever the keen eye Lord Beerus, I had a flash of inspiration, succulent fish mince, slow parboiled and then stewed to cook within a delectable broth. So I have deigned to dub them: Creamy fish balls~.” 
	Beerus’ chewing abruptly halted -Chhgnsh- -Cngghww-. Eyelids narrowed, pupils flicking from the fishball on his claw and back to Beerus. “That is a terrible dub, you do know that, right?” 
	Whis clapped her palms together. “Then I will workshop it dear Lord Beerus. Do you have any suggestions for what would be a more appropriate name?” 
	Beerus's face scrunched up ever so gently. Glancing back to the creamy fish ball dripping its sauce down his digits. He snapped his jaws over it and munched it up, a quiver running up his spine. “Mfmsp, whatever tasty thing they are.” he relented in an absent manner and outright neglected the conversation in favour of digging his face straight into the bowl, lapping up rice and meatball together. 
	Whis merely smiled and joined their side to partake of the feast. 


Beerus stuffed the last morsels of the fifth plate of sashimi, lapping up the stray droplet of bisque drooling down his chin as he munched the fresh cutlet into pulp, licking juices off the tips of his paw before chomping down on another hunk of fried carp, the batter crumbling under his molars -Chhrbbgglsl- and crackling with juicy squeals for the fish preserved within the husk of batter… 
	“Mmmf… Mmm… That is a lot of grease for fish,” Beerus scoffed between chews, stuffing his cheeks full of the crispy meat. He continued to stuff his gob with all the melange of dishes Whis had cooked up of that one single offering, each swallow sending down pounds of flesh into his guts, warping out his abdomen all the more around the form, pot-belly to beach ball -BCbhgngn-. 
	 -Chhrbbghgs- -Cghhrrbgglglgshp- Within the taut stomach of the destroyer laid heaps of melting flesh: grilled Chrono limbs gradually sinking into the macerating chyme condensing in the gut, with bones jutting up like withered trees. A mire of pale jade tinted grey and burgundy by corroding chitin, sauces, and blood curdling in the grand gumbo of various Chrono chunks. -And more joined it from above, hunks of battered fish in various states of mastication plunging into the marshland of wet meat dough -Chhbglglpthah- delving beneath the surface, puttering away as drilling trails of acidic enzymes seeped from the walls and mingled into the mire to burn away the traces of what was once alive. -Gbrrbhghgaag-. The stomach rattled, a hunk of batter smushed a couple of fish balls and a bundle of sashimi under the surface, what wasn't completely covered by the massive slathered mass from above warped down into the crater that it formed as it sunk: once potent muscles keeping Chrono upstanding now gelled to a loose taffy, drawn along the whims and sluggish churns of the gut as the pit from the new weight closed together into a pucker as the battered fish descended, clamping shut with a broad bubble forming in its wake -Slaptpwwop- bopping to splatter acids and stray, battered glimmering shards of scales across the gut. More and more submerged, less and less remained… Caught, dissected, dismantled, and now disintegrated.
	“Haa…” -Bhuruaaaaoooorsplp-. Beerus's belch rattled the plates on the table. He lounged back, slumping fully bent over the end of the seat, with his ears brushing against the ground, his abdomen protruding on full display, jostling in a thick rounded hump bulbing out his core. 
	“Oh? Was that a sound of satisfaction I heard from the very god of destruction himself?” Whis mused. 
	“Sh… shut it,” Beerus mumbled. “I cannot judge the quality of this meal, I am too full.” He reasoned, cradling and sinking his digits in the side of his gut to hold it in place. “Of course, Lord Beerus, perhaps you would prefer to-.” 
	“Hnwnhharrrk… Pfhheew.” The feline snoozed in a chortled snore, splayed back in the same acrobatic arch over the chair. 
	Whis smiled. “Expected as much.”