A World's Worth of Entertainment


Written by Septia.


Beerus twisted the doorknob to the bathroom clean off, the door swinging open for him.
	“Phe,” he sauntered through and bent the metal into a loop in his paw to wire through the hole in the door, affording him some sort of privacy. “Battered or roasted, the commonality in your flavour profile is grease, something I have been treated to at a level approaching perfection already, you still have a way to measure up,” Beerus said and grabbed a hold of his gut, the purple abdomen domed with the compiled meat of the offered alien bug, his digit digging into the soft bulge that -Grhhrglpghs- gurgled as it displaced through his system… “Although, your sacrifice was intended to be worth that of an entire planet, Until that due has meaning there has to be some method by which you are to satisfy my palette.” Beerus said, licking the lip to the toilet open up with his tail, and climbing up to sit in the air just above the marble throne, crossing his leg and scratching his chin with his lower paw. 
	“Until that debt is sufficiently validated and if not, Whis will simply have to keep serving you, butchered for meal after meal, until such the depth of a world has paid its dues, perhaps the earthlings would better know how to prepare you.” Beerus lounged, suspended in the air whilst he let his body process what remained of the insectoid alien, chugging it along the stretch of his bowels with accompanying groans and gurgles of gas homesteaded through his insides -Ghhrbbggllsp- -Hrhhhrrlglsoolglsahps-. 
	The pockets of gas accumulating further down until it escaped in a boisterous cloud of tangerine vapors with a gale of pucker puttering miasma -Frprpbbbwwwlrprths- the smog pluming out of the deity's derriere and dispersing over and around the toilet he hovered over, staining the atmosphere of the bathroom with a stench of turmeric and roasted maggots. “Phew, for your planet's sake you better not cause any trouble on the way out, dare to constipate me and I'll eradicate your world with far greater ease than I would have passing you through my sphincter.” Beerus reprimanded the filth that gathered in his bowels, feeling the bulk weigh in on his hind. The mound oscillating his brim as it worked its way onward, eased and moistened by the damp winds filtering through the feline's funnel. 
	The mire made itself known as it spread the walls of Beerus's rim, a crackling of compressed colon fluids and mangled manure creaking form out as the brown bile pushed up through the ting of skin -Chhrslpathht- -Cwthtpflfhrrlsltsp-. Beerus above leaving his eyes shut, a light, expression calm as his hind cheeks budged aside for the bale of manure to bloom forth between the unveiling petals of wrinkled skin, the bloat distending Beerus' pucker to the size of a soda can before creaking its way out past the straining wall of tissue. A texture of warm, wet clay terracotta, riddled with fractures that segmented the loaf into a disparity of cobbled chunks, all snaking out through the god's hind -Chhrrlslpthth- wand creaking of drooping colon juices that trickled down the flume of dark furrows segmenting the extending slop. The pillar of gunk gradually guided through the crack and extending down into a pillar of rich umber, speckled with the odd opalescent scale of soot black that laid plastered into the bale. The fish scales still carrying some luster; the rest having their shine stripped away to a dull matte by Beerus' acids or the batter prying it off. 
	Though Beerus had little interest in the mulch passing out his lower end, there was a certain satisfaction to be so personal about a being's destruction, at least when they had the decency of being palatable. -Ppfffhfhsh- Another hiss of flatulence simmered out along with the bale. The heap laid moistened by the building hind barm collecting at the rim, the foaming slobber scraped along by the purple brim as the batch of bowel baked bile bared through Beerus' buttocks. Several cracks in the bale filled in and paved over with lakes of congealed barm and colon oils. As the length spooled out the slime warped into tethers from their crowded pit, spanning back to the splayed ruffles of Beerus' pucker, dragged along as it spooled free from his pit, down towards the bowl waiting a meter underneath him. The further the mount stretched the tauter the tethers grew, until they aligned with with the bale once more and, gummed flat to the sporadic texture of fissures between smooth crags of dark, smoothed, polished sludge. A light smear of pulled taffy as the loam dredged through the purple magenta trenches -Chsrlrl-Glllrpt- -Csltpthht-. 
	“Phaa,” Beerus huffed, scratching an itch under his chin whilst depositing kilos upon kilos of fresh waste from the banquet which the doomed world had provided, his appetite reducing flesh and bone to a mere stretch of thick mulch drawn in through the air, creeping towards reaching the bowl. -Frpplrth- The mire crested past the water's surface, over a meter worth of thick bowel batter aligning Beerus with the marble bowl. The liquid seeping over the loaf as it wound past its surface, filling fissures and bounding back from the oily film of colon fluids, sprawling out over their surface in a web of oily residue while the mire piled down from on high. The stench of broiled bug meat tempered in the liquid, though there was still a whole branch of the filth to radiate the odor of brine, swamp ground pepper and pickled mantice meat wafted out from the muck and carried by the residual warmth of Beerus’ body heat out through the bathroom. 
	“Mmpfh,” Beerus scoffed, stretching his head to and fro between his shoulders with cracks and pops of adjusting musculature ringing out. “You exiting smoothly was not an invitation to leave no impact in the slightest, though suppose you are not much of a listener in your current state, but you will get quite the scolding from me once you are returned, if I can be bothered to remember,” he huffed the last the bit under this breath, tail swaying as his brim spanned over a clump of broad manure, supported in its core by a clutter of somewhat held together skeletal matter, clumped to swell the mound into a melon girthed dome warping, a girth that tensed its way through the kitty flap and drooping down to join the tangle of manure building up in under the toilet's surface. 
	Mulch curling atop itself in winding swirls, fissures mushing together to form a labyrinthine exterior of cracks and clefts, soon to be joined by the broad, fat mound that jostled the whole tower under its displaced weight on its way down. The bloated clog drooping over the water, half submerged, half hoisted out of the clear cerulean by the underlying clutter of Chrono remains -Cshrhrlaptthhsh- the mound moulding into place muffled by the water. The segments of mulch pried apart by the weight of manure drooping over top, cleaving the dark clefts in the cat clay to unveil chunks of scales and bones, partially dissolved like melting icicles,, with several still showing bite marks from the deity's impervious fangs. 
	Beerus hummed under his breath as the slug he drooled through his hind, with little effort the inhabitant of that pitiful world had been grilled, fried, pulped, and butchered to just to be be masticated and macerated by his body, pulverized till there was naught but swampy mire clinging to the inside of his bowels. “Can't say this changes much for you either way.” He commented. Soon straightening his back as the smooth coil of doughy fudge serpentined out from the feline god's rear end, a pinch from his pucker carving straight through the mound and letting it unceremoniously drop -Clltpthht- clapping into the mush rising over the surface of the bowel's reservoir with a thud of a beef cutlet hitting another counter top. Beerus stretching his arms behind his head and wriggling in the air, as his pucker gape -Slrpth- and dispensed the last few globules that remainsed of Chrono, clapping into the mound below with the smack of syrup drenched pancaked -Csllpth- -Csptthch- 
	“Mmf… lucky for your planet, there is no way in any universe that could have been called constipation, so I will stick to my word.” Beerus landed in front of the bowl, adjusting his pants back in place… He threw a glance over his shoulder, over the kilos of fertilizer blotting up the bowl, sizzling over the surface in swirling bales of gradually compiling and sinking tangles of sludge. The deity huffed and sauntered out of the bathroom with the door swinging open upon his proximity, someone would handle flushing eventually. 


~ 1 ~


Chrono came too, feeling the light condensing into his being, back on the plains of soft grass and the starlined sky. “Right, that is what he they were like,” Beerus mumbled, and leaned over to stare deep into Chrono's eyes. “I had neary forgotten your appearance without the context of being served on my platter or clogging my toilet.” Beerus leaned back and patted his flat gut. “And next time would you mind putting up more of a fight? I barely noticed the remnants of your carcass winding out my rear…” 
	Whis stepped up. “Oh Lord Beerus, shall I begin meal preparations for the next feast? Perhaps this creature would do well in a stir-fry? “
	“Beerus hummed, and shook his head. “There are more ways than offering some food to sate a god.” Beerus pulled a cord from the brim of his pants, widening their diameter until they slipped down his hips, stopped from falling by a protrusion tenting the saggy garments. The tent brought free as he eased the cloth off of himself, presenting a tall mast of thick magenta flesh, a tower of dominance making its presence known though a potent aroma of musk, hanging in the air with a character of ash and gunpowder. “It has been a while…” 
	Chrono stared up at the mast, watching the veins along its sides fill and deflate as it throbbed, biting his lip, glancing up above it, where Beerus’ face laid framed behind his manhood. 
	“Ah- if you wish it, Lord.” Chrono mumbled, and moved closer, parting his maw. 
	Beerus clasped the insect's lips shut. “You think that I have any interest in pleasuring myself with those sharp carapace teeth? There are better options within hand's reach.” he stated and twisted Chrono's head to the side, stepping forward until his cock budged up against the side of his head, dick grinding upwards, ‘til it rummaged at the precipice to the canopy cupped cartilage protruding form his head forming the rounded cones of Chrono's ears. 
	“Your brain should be smoother than your tongue could ever hope to be.” Beerus muttered.
	Chrono winced and shuddered as the tip of the mast shuffled up the side of his ear, up to the opening, -Shgpggllsh- The shaft slotted into place against the curved slope.” 
	“Ears are not required to obey,” he stated, and then grabbed ahold of Chrono, weighing down his dick through the bug's ear, a slather of cock grease polishing plastic creaking through the meat clogged up the length of the cone shaped aural appendage -Shhbbglrlphht-… Chrono feeling the tip of beerus’ shaft prodding against the drum, his head instinctively tilted away. 
	“Bestill yourself.” Beerus commanded, grabbing Chrono by the horn and jerking him back like a gearbox, shoving his head back into place with enough force that Beerus’ dick punctured through the eardrum, like a sheet of rice paper, plodding the tip of the dick into Chrono's skull. 
	“Gnghaghag.” Chrono wheezed things, squirming by instinct, but his motions only smushed his head against the intrusion, causing further distress. Beerus watched as the bug wriggled and squirmed under his grasp. Scoffing and before giving a solid thrust down, -Cshthtlgpgahh- his dick plowing into Chrono's brain like a bratwurst through butter, A scramble of whipped eggs reverberating in the enclosed cranium that stiffened Chrono in place. “Ghahgagha…” he wheezed, limbs falling limp, but tremors still sauntering through the shaking body. “Better, as expected, smooth and pliable,” Beerus commented and plunged his dick deeper, drawing back up the length of Chrono's rear just to pummel it back in with a weighty wack -Thhhllck- -Ppwlttwmp- Claps of polishing lard along the dong with the mushy ladeling through the creature's brain muffling the weak whines and wheezes escaping Chrono's mouth. 
	“Mm, fairly satisfying. Whis, he has two ears you know.” 
	Whis looked up with a chuckle. “Oh, Lord Beerus, I could not possibly. Though, if you were to insist...” Whis mused and let her clothes fall off of her, unveiling her naked frame with a particularly thick mast of twitching cerulean protruding from her lap. She saunted up to the opposite side of Chrono and serpentine her dick straight through the air, wedging it past the eardrum barrier as if moulding through wet clay before grinding into the chamber of Chrono's cranium. “Dmmffhahf…” Chrono wheezed. His head torn to and fro between the piston force of gods pistoning their dicks down through his brain, his hearing subsumed by the raw clap and reverberation of tunneling flesh burrowing into his senses -Chhrlptth- -Thwlp- -Clltwwhwlp- The claps and smacks of the thick slabs hammering down his head, jabbing through his gray matter. The wrinkles in his brain providing temporary ribbed surfaces for the cocks to slope down, grinding and massaging their masts, but under the force and pummel of their cocks these were bound sooner or later to puncture the tissue, creaming through the mass of blunt, fatty mind mass, moulding it into their own chambers to plow into the depths of his mind. 
	“Fmmgms ampgah, ha aah, almost surprising there is enough head for both of us.” Beerus mumbled as he clutched Chrono's horn tight, the cartilage wraped into fracturing and crumbling in this pace, but the force exerted growing exponentially to heat and reforge the horn shards into a sturdier solid, a handlebar worthy of Beerus to cling to while he pounded Chrono's skull into submission. 
	Chrono's head tugged to and fro between them like a railway pump trolley, the locomotion powered by dicks digging ditches in his dome. He could feel the rippling meat with his own mind, his thoughts moulding and forming along the drumming contraction and expansion of muscles congesting his brain. And somewhere, while being ravaged by divine dong, something snapped… losing enough brain capacity, or perhaps just inhibitions quenched under the pressure of steaming meat… but Chrono started to smile… Chrono hummed and moaned along the swaying motions, his moans rising past the overwhelming throbs. He might be constrained to limited thought in this state, but he had a lot of dick on his mind. 
	“Mmm, just about…” Beerus huffed, clenching the horn harder, a concentration of force channeled to a point in the hardened cartilage, rupturing the tempered bone from the inside to sunder into slag in the god's paw. Beerus cramming the rest of his shaft through the cranium, piercing through Chrono's mind, before his mast jostled and glugged with roiling loads of liquid lust detonating within Chrono's mind and painting the inside of his skull with a deluge of cum gumming into his moans. The whirl of cum spraying back in helixes of spunk that gummed into into the trenches of Chrono's mind, simmering through the slopes and gumming through doughy cavities slowly, filling his mind with raw, steaming cum. 
	“Mpfha, hoa…” Beerus huffed to himself, wriggling his crotch against Chrono's head as he gradually withdrew. Webs of spunk followed his cock out of Chrono's ear, drooping in a sloughing mound and pooling a stream of the virile ivory out of Chrono's ears “Mmfmmfpfah…” Chrono mumbled. 
	Whis soon followed suit: a modest string of pre trailing form tip to the depths of Chorno's ears. “Unconventional, though, most fun.” She mused and pet down Chrono's head. “Mfmamg,” The bug mused and nuzzled into their pets.
	“Oho?” 
	“What is the matter with them?” Well,” Whis hummed and scratched under Chrono's chin, his jaw drooping open and tongue lolling out. “” We seem to have wrecked some havoc in there, I would say that he is positively… Hmmm, what was that term… oh yes, Gutter brained.” 
	“Gutter brain…?” “ Beerus mumbled, while pulling the last of his shaft out of the orifice with a pop of a champagne bottle -Spllgrlrth-. “Hmm, that does give me a thought. Hey, gutter brain,” Beerus commanded. 
	Chrono looked up. 
	“Did you enjoy that?” 
	“Mmfmfay-yeh…” he mumbled. 
	“You enjoyed getting railed till we blew your mind chock full of filthy spunk?” 
	“Mfmwmfogh.” Chronic mumbled 
	Beerus turned, and bent over. “Then, what do you think of this? The ass of a god?” He mused and parted his cheeks apart with his tail, pucker twitching in the canyon of magenta fur. “This is the waste chute you yourself were delivered from mere hours ago, if you get close enough, you could still smell the scent you left on me…” 
	Chrono panted, stumbling forward on his knees, tail wagging behind him, nosing up to the cheeks, pushing up to the curtain of plush behind pudge. 
	“Mmf, interested, are you? Drawn to my gut... the place you were decomposed and rending into naught but filth… The same fate would await you, were you to dive in there… your being melted into sludge once again.” Beerus said and bumped his cheeks back on Chrono, “A congesting stew in my hind, marinating in the colon fluids until you rear a ripe batch of fertilizer… You would perish. Yet… you remain?” 
	“Mmmgm mgga.” Chrono mumbled, brushing deeper in between the cheeks, rubbing the smoothed, horn freed scalp up into the crack of smooth buns. “
	“MM mm, something compels you deeper, does it? Mm, then, who am I to deny a gutter brain, his place in the gutters…” Beerus mused and, crouching down, to rest his weight on the bug. -his cheeks budding over their face, clamping down his cheeks, ringing toward his neck as his pucker warped over Chrono's muzzle, contouring in a crinkling brim of flesh -Chsrllrpathath- to warp over the black carapace, muting the eager coos into distant mumbles. “Mm, thought so.” Beerus huffed and sat straight -Chthtgglpgh- his cheeks barreling down over Chrono's neck, wrapping down his shoulders, clamping him into the embrace of the hind. “Mmfs” Beerus huffed, shifting his gyrating his cheeks over the willing sacrifice. -A creak of polishing rubber with beer batter winding from his hind as it engulfed the bug's chest -Chhtfrlrosghsh-.the buns moulding slim and warping to the outline of Chrono's form as it funnelled his body through the canyon and into the gaping oscillating pit of Beerus' hungry hind suckling over his face. A humid warmth drenched in a sweet putrefaction of decomposition ragging a squeal of screwing down a bolt onto a hinge submerged by mud grounding through the atmosphere as Beerus plowed his hind down in swirling humps -CHRlrlphth- -Wthrgllgpgahshalglsh-. “MMFms, phaa. What are you waiting for, gutter brain…?” he mused. 
	Raising an eyebrow to seeing Beerus’ knees twitch for a moment.
	“Mmfm fm,” a mumble muted by Beerus's body shifted inside him as Chrono wriggled deeper, worming his way in, crawling with his knees budging forward into the bowels and shoveling him deeper into the deity's domain. -Chshrlpht- -Cshhttlpgs-. 
	Beeru's abdomen gradually taking shape to Chrono's frame, an enthusiastic face masked under firm skin and a thin coat, crowding with shoulders and working the bug up his system. Inflating with this frame the more Beerus let himself sink back over the efficient chair plugging up his rectum -chslrlpgh-. “Wmmdm, heading right for your own fmsm destruction, and I nary have to lift a finger…” Beerus mused. The feline coiling his tail around Chrono's hind and shoving, wrapping taut and shoveling him up within, reeling him up like a carp into the melting embrace of his hind. 
	Chrono's buns bumped up against Beerus', the thicker, black hips plugging up the whole cleft. Though Beerus simply sat thee, waiting, feeling his abdomen warp and contor as Chrono crawled deeper, and gravity addicting in letting his cheeks envelop the dark hams, a soft creaking of rubber -Chhrrl-clflrht- winking out while the cheeks skipped and ground over the buns, devouring the bug, advancing over the equator of bulk and slowly slimming down to swallow them up in the humid clutch -Chhwflflprvrrth-. 
	Beerus's cheeks clapped as as they slumped shut over the broad thighs -Clllpthwp- “Phaa,” He sighed, scratching his rear as his abdomen dispensed wide as a chair ahead of him, a dipping bulge of contorted limbs and moaning squirms.
	“Mfmw, do not dare keep me waiting.” Beerus instructed, legs twitching as he rose to standing, with Chrono's legs flailing out his rear end. gradually snaking their way in sinuous bulges forced away into warping dunes under Beerus' abdomen. ’til his digitigrade feet suckled in past the gaping, gnawing brim -Cslltpthht- shutting around the bug's elongated tail. “Mghsa.” Beerus huffed, looking back to see the chubby tail mingling with his own. “Mpfhhf,” he hissed, and tightened his cheeks, clenching his muscles andspying Whis's smug smile not too far away. The force of reverse peristalsis reeling the tail in with a sputter of bowel balm reverberating form the furrowed brim, slurping the tail up to his bulb, loaded shut in the cork of his bulb before he clenched, spreading his cheeks wider, then letting them clap shut as the bump sunk into his rear. -Clgpthhgg- His stomach sloughed forward, taking up the combined bulk of the entire living creature bouncing down as it got settled in his system, -Cbbrhgnngsh- catching Beerus off guard for a moment, leaning into the tilt of the gut, before straining up and letting the sagging heap of abdomen -Gwwnbbbgns- jostle and sway as it liked. “Mpfh, “Suppose that faired decently well, a sort of balance restored with this gutter brain where he belongs. But do not think my body will show you any mercy, you will perish, dissolve, and be discarded, as naughtt but the exotic meal you are.” 
	-Fmgmpgg gmapgwah.- Came a shuddering moan from the gut. Wiggling and bouncing over Beerus' lap. “Pheeh.” Beerus scoffed and reached to strap up his pants, A crescent growl rustled through the deity's abdomen as the bloated gut bounced with this moaning occupant. 
	“Seems you are both fairly satisfied with the state of affairs.”Do you think they were worth sparing the planet?” 
	“Beerus looked back to Whis. “What planet are you referring to?” 
	Whis smiled. “Oh, that was just my imagination, forget I said anything~.” 
	“Beerus huddled. “At any rate, I am not in a condition to work now, I will retreat to my quarters to play wi-… digest, my worthless sacrifice of a morsel…” Beerus clarified, and hovered off towards his room. 
	
	Whis mused. “I will allow you two some privacy.” 


~ 2 ~


A series of gurgles riffled through Beerus' bowels, rousing him from under the cacophony of broiling groans -Chhrlglpghahg- PLWlthgbfflfpths-. “Uunnghg,” He grunted into his palm where he laid concaved over the floating spherical pillow, and then arched up his concaved back to be full convex, forming 'U'. His body clamped into the stuffed gut against his chest with a smush of ground mushroom paté -Crrhhlgllsth-.
	“Ooufhg, the indecency to rouse Beerus form his slumber… can't have slept more than a week…” he grumbled in his palm. 
	-Chhrpgbgbathhr- His gullet growled a burbling a seagull drowning in crude oil -CHhrlpglth-Jjrrhhgllurtl-.
	Beerus eyes furrowed, and he hissed in reply to his gut. And, and, rose, and warped in a flash of speed out through the open window, Out to the plains of Whis's planet and taking refuge behind a bush… Beerus, in the sudden motion is gut lagged behind, slogging back into shape, a rotundly congested beer gut of an abdomen spanning down to the ground as he sat back on his knees, jostling with the weight cooped up within. “You are really getting on my nerves, I have annihilated far less than this inconvenience.” Beerus grumbled as he peeled his puffy harem pants down his legs, in a squat that arched his back to give him the outline of an acute triangle, his tail standing on end as his hind pulsed, cheeks shoved aside as his pucker broadened a foot wide to an expanse of raw umber… “Mgmghh…,” Beerus huffed, leaning forwards with his ears sloping as the bulwark begun to  budge its way through is buttocks, a squealing grind of butter polishing a window creaking under the brim as it gaped over the copious quantity of sludge lodged up his rear.- Chhrrlalflrrlpglts-. The breadth of the muck contorting the purple brim, tugging it along with it like a funnel for the muck to drool out of it. The bale starting thicker than a thigh and rapidly expanding to pry the God's pucker nary as wide as the extent of his hips, only for the mire to trawl along at the pace of a snail pushing a slug. A symphony of pocks and cracks of dimples of fluids and air exposed to the elements as the feline's brim gradually steamrolled up the length of the poor clog -Cshrlrplpgh- -Krhhgrrlptssslp-. The mountain barrel wide loaf of compact mulch a glistening sheen of raw umber, cluttered in plates of onyx chitin plastered into the surf partway though the surface of the filth, the bale worming its way out in a leisurely pace with the pucker growing intimately familiar with the landscape of fissures and chitin it smeared against as the mound crawled free from the Feline's fanny. 
	“Gnnng,” Beerus was gritting his teeth, ears flicking up with a hiss of panting passing through his lips, “Bothersome…” he mumbled as he shifted forward. The base of the mulch clapping on the ground behind him -Clllrpsh- as he shifted forward, trawling on as the stem of the congested sludge mushroom wound out through his read. His stomach steadily deflating as all the bulge of a hind mulched alien bug slobbered its way back out through his rear.”Mmghhh.” He grumbled through  gritted teeth, hissing with a hint of a quiver working its way up his back, a jolt of tension that shivered through his spine and up to his ears standing on end. “MFMms and just like… that,” He grumbled, and leaned forwards, enough for the bale of manure to slough out behind him in one continuous mass of gellated gruel, a bale squealing of black tar and blacker chitin as it sloped its way through the sleek, distended pucker blooming open over the sheer bulk careening free from the deity's rear in one, dense hay bale of bowel chocolate. -Charllpgtttch- “Mmgmpgsha, paha…” Beerus huffed as the last of the clog passed his brim, unwrapped from his bowels and sloughing onto the grass in one marbled gem of muck. His breath catching up with hi, shudders through his chest as he rose, a slight twist in his legs, unloading over a hundred kilos required his frame a moment to recalculate its center of mass. 
	He peered back at the bale of manure, still steaming with wisps of smog raising from its surface and heading up the evening air. with a tang of briny spunk and roasted cockroach. “That was almost a challenge. Perhaps we are onto something with you, time ought to tell.” Beerus turned away, hoisted a paw to levitate the bale into the air, then with a flick of the wrist tossing it through the vacuum of space out of reach from Whis' planet, a sliver of vision all he needed to send a concentrated salvo of ki following the dump's trajectory, and surpassing it with a detonation of force rupturing the balance of the artificial plane as a flash of magenta consumed the sky. 
	“Beerus, I could not help but hear the commotion, did you... you were not expected to wake up for another year… is something the matter?” 
	Beerus scoffed, and licked the back of his pack, brushing back a tuft of pelt standing on end from the quivers of passing a constipation of such scale. “It was nothing of importance.” 


~ 3 ~


Chrono shifted, feeling light enter his world, glancing at the familiar grass on his back, light and shadows melding into a pair of figures gazing down on him, both wearing delighted smirks. 
	“Mowhaa?” Chrono mumbled, words slurred, shuddering in place. 
	It appears their mind remains quite addled.” 
	“Good.” Beerus replied. 
	“How do you intend to utilise them this time, Lord Beerus?” 
	The god smirked. “I have some ideas…”