In the days after Gine’s sexual education lesson, the culture onboard Tekka’s spaceship had changed somewhat. While before, the children had engaged in furtive, exploratory experiments in sexuality (outside of Goten and Trunks), hiding their actions from each other as much as from the adults; now they were completely open about it. Everyone seemed constantly aroused, almost like Goten and Trunks’ endless horniness had infected everyone else. When not busy fighting in the TimeSpace Tournament, helping out people out in the patchwork universe, or recruiting new fighters to join their team and aid their journey; the kids now spent much of their free time naked and either masturbating or playing around with each other. Strangely, when new members joined the crew of their ship, they too began adopting the lascivious behaviors of those already there. ***** “Ahnnnn… here… it… comes!!!” moaned Trunks, pumping his cock one last time, before pulling back his foreskin as far as it could go. He held his erection by the base, squeezing it as it pulsed violently in his grip. Trunks’ member gave a lurch and fired a pearly ribbon of fluid high and far into the air as he thrust his hips forward. His large hairless testicles were clenched tight against the base of his cock as it visibly pulsed. Cum burst from his tip in enormous jets, spouting across the room to splash the floor. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” Goku agreed a moment later, before gripping his penis with both hands. A thick cable of pearly semen fired from his swollen glans, arcing through the air. Goten sat beside him, stroking himself as well, before giving a cry and spurting too, thick white shots spattering onto the walls and floor. The shower room was in full motion; everyone was naked, and either scrubbing up, or jerking off, blowing off steam from the day. The sexual tension on the ship had been bad enough before, but with Towa’s curse on the children, everything was multiplied, making it more and more difficult for the kids to contain themselves. Even Gine, who was currently in her quarters, had somehow gotten a camera working in the locker room and was enjoying the show, watching her son, and his friends masturbating in the shower, practically painting the walls with their seed, and secretly wishing she were in there to watch in person… possibly more… But Towa had been very specific. ‘Monitor them but do not interact yet,’ She’d instructed. Ginewhined to herself as the lithe Sayian woman watched the monitor, turning to focus upon some of the other occupants in the shower room. Chi-Chi and Kiclee cheered, egging the boys as they pumped their lengths in time with their ejaculations. Tekka, meanwhile, was washing up, her own erection jutting proudly from her body. “You boys are so immature,” She said, scrubbing her hair, before pausing to pick up a tub of water and dump it over her head, washing away the soap. “Besides,” She said, grinning,”I bet I could do it a lot harder and further than you guys.” “Oh yea?” Trunks said, panting and still holding his dick, half mast and dripping, while Goten and Goku lay half over the bench on their backs. “You think you can do better than this?” He indicated the mess all over the wall of the shower room, a good 8 feet away from them. Tekka scoffed. “Of course,” She said, grinning. “Unlike you three,” She said, standing in the traditional ‘power up’ position, “I haven’t been wanking off every 10 minutes and wasting my load,” The Sayian girl grinned, moving to the other side of the room, a good 15 feet away from the wall. “Whooooaa.. No way you’ll make it from there,” Goten said as he sat him, wiping his forehead, while Goku sat up as well, watching with some interest. “I dunno, Goten. I think she might have a shot at it if she focuses,” He said, while Trunks stood up, moving next to Tekka. “Well, if you’re gonna do it, I am too! I can beat you at this,” he said, trying to stroke himself back to full mast. While Chichi and Kiclee began cheering again, Pan watched from the opposite side of the shower room, close to where the two were aiming, while under the water. ’They’re so immature!’ She shought, silently, before mentally adding,’I wonder if Trunks or Tekka really can shoot that far…?’ ****** “Lord Beerus! I challenge you!!!” Tekka called. The tall feline stopped in mid-step as everyone seemed to freeze in shock. Even Whis’s perpetual manner of calm was disrupted, as he stared at her as if her head had lifted off her shoulders and begun to rapidly spin around. Tekka could practically feel the multiple glares of anger and confusion boring holes into the back of her head as she took a step forward. “...I’m sorry, I must have not been paying attention, dear. I couldn’t have possibly heard you say what I think you did,” Beerus said, turning to face her. His yellow eyes narrowed malevolently, glaring down at Tekka. The girl took a deep breath and met his gaze, stepping forward. “No, I said what I meant. Lord Beerus, I… uh… respectfully challenge you!” Tekka said, trying to puff out her chest. The effect was somewhat blunted when both Trunks and Goten punched her in the back of the head and dragged her away to talk to them. “OW! What was that for?!” Tekka growled, nursing the lumps on the back of her head. “Tekka, ARE YOU BRAIN DAMAGED?!” hissed Trunks, glaring at her, “He’s… SERIOUSLY strong… like, stronger than my dad and Goten’s dad combined!!!” “AND he likes to blow stuff up! Like… y’know, SOLAR SYSTEMS!!!” Goten whispered, looking more worried than angry, “We fought him as Gotenks once, and he kicked our butts!!! We went Super Saiyan 3, and he didn’t even use Ki to beat us!!!” “Yeah, but… When else am I gonna get this chance?” Tekka asked, smiling cheerfully, “I’ve gotta see if I can do this!” “...Hm… Heh. Hahahaha!!! I admire this child’s courage, Whis!” Beerus laughed loudly, interrupting them, “But I think you’ve bitten off far more than you can chew, girl.” “Maybe, but there’s no way to know until I try!” Tekka retorted, shrugging off Goten and Trunks to approach the God of Destruction. Beerus bent over at the waist to look her up and down slowly. “...Can you achieve Super Saiyan God, little girl?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “...N-No? I don’t even really know what that is…” Tekka admitted. “Then I’m afraid you’re not worth my time, no offense meant. I’ve fought Saiyans before, but unless you can become Super Saiyan Gods, there’s no challenge,” Beerus said, turning away to go rejoin Whis. The angel actually looked relieved for the briefest of moments, before hiding his expression behind his customary placid smile. “We’re sorry for Tekka’s impertinence, Lord Beerus. We’ll leave you alone now!” Pan said, covering Tekka’s mouth with her hand and helping Goten and Trunks to drag her away. Tekka growled and struggled, managing to use her tail to trip Pan and get free again. “What if we make a game out of it!!!” she called. Beerus’s ears perked up again, as Goten, Pan, and Trunks all groaned and buried their faces in their hands. Goku merely tilted his head curiously. “A game?” asked the violet feline, crossing his arms over his chest-piece as he turned to face Tekka again, “...I doubt you could do anything to entertain me, but I’m willing to hear you out.” “I know I can’t beat you… I probably can’t even HURT you… but what if we made it a game of tag?” Tekka asked. “...I’m not familiar,” Beerus replied, frowning. “Onigokko?” Tekka asked, receiving a second blank stare, “...I chase you, and if I can touch you, I win.” “Oh, that does sound mildly interesting,” Beerus replied, smirking, “But what’s in it for me?” “Um…” Tekka hedged, trying to think of something, “...If I lose, then me and my team have to do whatever you say for a whole day.” Beerus exchanged a glance at Whis, who nodded back at him with a tiny smirk. He asked, “And if you win?” “If I win… you have to train all of us!” Tekka said, grinning. Beerus laughed loudly again, brushing his hand along his forehead. “I don’t know if this is courage or stupidity. With Saiyans, it’s so hard to tell… but very well. I’ll accept your challenge!” Beerus said, chortling as he turned and walked towards the fighting ring. ***** Tekka and Whis hashed out the rules quickly. They would use the tournament ring as the boundaries of the challenge. If either competitor left the ring or flew above a certain height, then they would lose. Flight was allowed, and any clean connected hit would be considered a victory for Tekka, including ki blasts. Beerus could touch Tekka all he wanted, but she had to connect with him for a win. The match would last twenty minutes. If Tekka was incapacitated, ringed-out, or unable to touch Beerus within that time, she would lose. Tekka and Beerus stood in the ring, standing about ten yards apart. Whis hovered at the sidelines, holding one of his usual large strawberry sundaes, which he ate with gusto. On the other side of the ring, Pan, Goku, Goten, and Trunks sat and watched, apparently unable to decide where to put their emotions: anger, annoyance, confusion, or support for their friend. “Whenever you’re ready, kid…” Beerus said, yawning and stretching lazily. His bright yellow eyes watered with the force of his yawn. Tekka blinked and immediately dug her feet into the ground hard enough to crack the stone tile. She kicked off, launching herself at Beerus. With a battlecry, she threw her fist forward, while Beerus wiped his eyes… And cleanly sidestepped her charge, causing her to flail wildly as she swept past him. “Please, you think you could take advantage of that? Even with my eyes closed, I could still sense your ki flare up as you charged me,” Beerus chided lazily. Tekka regained her balance and spun to face him. Leaping forward, she threw a barrage of punches, her fists blurring as she shouted. Beerus rolled his eyes and lifted a single finger. He blocked every single punch with it, stopping her fists dead with just the tip of his index finger, before suddenly dropping into a sweep kick that knocked her legs out from under her. Tekka hit the floor, groaning, her head cracking against the stone painfully. Beerus hummed a jaunty tune, walking a few steps away from her. He hovered, crossing his legs as he rested his chin on his fist. “Are you getting up anytime soon, or will I have to DESTROY you for wasting my time like this?” he asked, a threat creeping into his voice. Tekka grunted and picked herself up, brushing off her gi as she slipped back into a fighting stance. She bounced lightly on the balls of her feet, skipping lightly as she lifted her fists up in front of her face. She leaned forward, approaching. “Changing your fighting style is an interesting strategy, but useless. My power is beyond technique,” Beerus said lightly, putting his feet on the ground as she charged. Tekka again threw a series of punches, taking a more traditional boxing stance as she closed in. Beerus rolled his eyes and flicked a finger in her direction. A shockwave struck her with immense force, knocking her clean off her feet again. She rolled, scrabbling at the stone tiles to prevent from falling out of the ring. She managed to come to a stop inches from the edge. “I SAID my power was beyond mere technique. THAT was a mere physical attack, by the way, not a ki attack,” Beerus growled, “Now start taking this seriously, or I’ll start using more than .5% of my power.” “He’s only using half-a-percent of his full power?!” Pan exclaimed. “Of course. You expected Lord Beerus to use anything approaching even a tenth of his power against a child?” Whis asked, chuckling in amusement. “Okay… then how about THIS?!” Tekka shouted. She delved deep into the hidden well of power once more, drawing it forth. Igniting her ki and amplifying it, she transformed into a Super Saiyan once more. Power radiated from her as her hair turned gold, her eyes turned blue-green, and her aura flared with golden light. Tekka felt a wellspring of power flood through her, multiplying her power by a factor of fifty. Beerus reacted with a yawn. “Oh, that… Normal Super Saiyan thing. Well… I’ll say it's a small improvement, but not much…” he sighed, “I really wish I was fighting a Super Saiyan God right now.” “Don't underestimate me!” Tekka shouted, springing at the purple cat. She launched herself with all the force she could muster, using as much speed as she could. The sound barrier broke as she threw her fist forward with all of her might. She passed completely through Beerus. Tekka flailed wildly, digging her feet into the stone and forcing as much of her ki forward to decelerate before she fell off the edge of the ring. Beerus stood on the other side of the ring from where he had been. “What the?” Tekka yelped. “Underestimate you? I doubt I could do that, kid,” the god said, chuckling. “That was his afterimage, Miss Tekka. Lord Beerus had already been on the other side of the ring for 1.2 seconds before you 'hit’ him,” Whis said idly, nibbling on a strawberry, “You're following him with your eyes. They're the least accurate and useful of your senses.” “You're butting in, Whis,” complained Beerus. “I'm sorry for that, but I figured a little advice would make things more interesting,” Whis said, smiling as he cleaned his lips with a napkin. Beerus grumbled and suddenly vanished into a blur. Suddenly Tekka found herself surrounded by dozens of doppelgangers of Beerus. They flitted in and out around her as she spun to try to figure out what was going on. “Multiple afterimages! I learned that in the Tenkaichi Budokai, the World Tournament!” Goku called, “Try sensing his ki!!!” Tekka closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on her sixth sense, ignoring the dozens of images around her. A moment later, she opened her eyes in shock. “He doesn’t HAVE any ki!!!” Tekka exclaimed, before she felt an enormous impact drive her to the ground. She coughed in pain, feeling the stone crack under her. “No, Lord Beerus DOES have ki. But your mortal senses cannot possibly perceive the immensity of his power. Only beings with divine power can sense the ki of a God,” Whis called, smirking. Tekka climbed to her feet, only to feel another blow sending her skidding and bouncing across the stone floor. “Argh!!! If I can’t s-see him or sense his ki… Gahh!” Tekka yelped as invisible strikes bounced her around, knocking the wind out of her. “I was not referring to your ki-sense when I said your other senses, Miss Tekka,” Whis said lightly, taking another spoonful of his sundae. Tekka climbed to her feet again, brushing her mane of hair over her shoulder as she tried to get back into a fighting stance again. Dozens of images of Beerus surrounded her, flitting in and out of existence as the God of Destruction continued to make them. Tekka closed her eyes again, this time ignoring her sixth sense. She remained still, filtering out the sound of her ki aura roaring, and waited. It took a little, during which Beerus continued to strike her, knocking her back, but Tekka realized Whis was right. It was brief, barely perceptible. She couldn't see him, or sense his ki, but she could feel the wind kicked up by his movements. She could hear the faint noise of his bare paws touching the stone floor before kicking off. After a minute, she realized there was a pattern to the God’s movements. She waited. She waited. She waited. And at the right moment, she threw an open palm to her right, emitting a fireball to supplement her range. Beerus yelped in surprise as the ki blast streaked right at his face. He wheeled aside, spinning out of the way of the blast as it missed by inches. Tekka wasn't willing to give up her advantage, and leapt forward at the feline, her foot lashing out at his midriff. The God was having none of it. He continued his spin, sliding to the side on the ball of his foot. With balletic grace, he whirled along the axis of her kick and patted her on the back as she passed. The tiny pat struck Tekka with what felt like the force of a sledgehammer, knocking her to the ground again. “Tekka!!!” Goten shouted worriedly. “She's fine. She's just beginning to learn how wide the gulf between us is,” Beerus said, bending over and grabbing Tekka’s wrist. She yelped as Beerus flicked his wrist. The simple movement carried such enormous strength behind it that it sent Tekka wheeling and flipping and corkscrewing through the air uncontrollably. She yelled in fear and confusion as she tumbled, the world turning into a blur of color around her. An eternity later, Tekka hit the ground on the small of her back with a jarring crash. Utterly disoriented and very nauseous, she lay there, groaning weakly. “Give up, kid?” Beerus asked, bending over so his yellow eyes filled Tekka’s entire range of vision. “Can’t… c-can’t…” Tekka moaned weakly, gasping for breath. “You’ve wasted five minutes of my time, and it wasn't worth it,” Beerus said flatly, “And unless you get up right now, I’m going to destroy you and your friends.” “What?” Tekka gasped, trying to struggle to her feet. “Did you think that you could get away with challenging a God of Destruction without consequence?” Beerus asked, leaning down to stare her in the eye, yellow to violet. He held out a palm, forming a blazing, smoking orb of fiery energy that swirled and pulsed powerfully. Tekka could feel the very air itself recoil from the power held in that baseball-sized sphere. “Normally, I’d just destroy the entire planet… But that would be such a waste of power. This should be more than enough to obliterate your friends sitting over there… and reduce this entire planetary shard to atoms,” Beerus said, his voice deathly cold. “No, you can’t… Goku… His kid self is…” Tekka gasped, looking over at the boy as he leaned in, looking fearful. “It certainly would be a shame to kill him, as I’d lose a delightful sparring partner. But I still have Vegeta to play with,” Beerus said calmly, glancing over at the boy, “Now. Get up, or they die.” It took Tekka an immense effort to regain her balance and force herself back to her feet. She wobbled back and forth unsteadily for a moment before catching herself. She glared up at Beerus. For a brief moment, she could swear she caught the barest glimpse of a strange expression on his face: something like approval and even a faint smile of respect. But then she got a better look and saw only Beerus’ arrogance and predatory amusement. “Fifteen minutes to go, little Saiyan,” Beerus said, tossing the sun like sphere of power from one hand to another. Tekka could feel the arena shake with its sheer, barely contained force every time it left his hand. The God snuffed it out between his palms, and narrowed his eyes. “Come at me. Now!” he commanded. Tekka shook off as much of the dizziness as she could, forcing her breathing to calm. She focused and ignited her ki aura to its fullest force, summoning as much strength as she could handle. She blazed gold, her aura flaring bright. The little Super Saiyan kicked off the stone tile of the fighting ring hard enough to shatter it into powder. She fired a barrage of ki blasts ahead of her, which Beerus swatted aside with the blade of his hand easily. She closed in to hand to hand range, switching smoothly from fireballs to punches and kicks. Beerus blocked every hit, his purple hand a blur. Tekka noticed that was “hand” in the singular; his left hand remained behind his back. He smirked, even as Tekka growled in frustration. As a Super Saiyan, her blows could shake mountains, but he was blocking them with not just ease, but a complete lack of any effort at all. ***** Tekka roared in anger, feeling her power surge inside her, spreading to every single cell in her body. Her ki aura sparked with electricity, sending pins and needles through her skin. Her aura flared brighter, turning her into a star in the center of the ring. A searing-hot wind rushed out, forcing Whis, Goten, Trunks, Pan, and Goku to recoil and cover their faces. The Saiyan screamed as her power exploded outward from her. Her golden hair began to spike upward, her bangs changing shape and growing sharper and more menacing. The hair on top of her head began to stand on end, shaping into further spikes. Blue lightning struck the ring, sparking off the golden light surrounding Tekka. “She’s going Super Saiyan 2!!!” exclaimed Goten, his eyes wide in awe. “You guys can't do that!” Pan exclaimed, shielding her eyes from Tekka's blinding power. “Hey, we can go even further as Gotenks!” Trunks growled defensively. “Yeah, but not on your own,” Pan said with a grin, “DAD was the first person to go SS2.” Tekka breathed heavily as her transformation completed. She could feel every cell in her body, her very soul thrumming with immense force. “Hrm. That is a fair improvement,” Beerus said appraisingly, “But you--” Beerus did not have a chance to finish his sentence, as Tekka's fist was an inch from his purple nose. His yellow eyes went wide as he reacted on instinct and leaned away. Her fist swept past him with a series of loud cracks, breaking multiple sound barriers. “To catch a God of Destruction off-guard is a rare accomplishment,” Beerus said, skipping back from her, “You should be--” Tekka’s slipper clad foot interrupted him by being somewhere it wasn’t supposed to be: half an inch from his left temple. Beerus actually yelped in surprise this time as he ducked, the tip of her toe clipping the tips of his ears. “Cut it out! I was trying to give you a compliment!” growled Beerus peevishly, “But if you insist on being so rude…” Beerus’ fist flew out at Tekka, the air cavitating around it with the force of the punch. His eyes went wide with surprise again as Tekka did not try to leap aside or flicker away. Instead, she extended both arms, palms out, locked her elbows, and dug in her feet. She caught his fist in her palms. A shockwave shook the stadium, cracking concrete and shattering glass. Tekka’s arms flew backwards, feeling like they had been wrenched from their sockets. She skidded backwards, her feet digging deep divots into the stone ring. She grit her teeth, straining against the momentum, sweat running down her face. She felt her heel scuff off the edge of the ring…. but she stopped. Dust and debris flowed around her, blown by the force of the attack. She stepped forward, lightning crackling around her golden aura. “That was impressive. And stupid. If I hadn’t pulled my punch at the last second, that would have killed you,” Beerus growled. “It didn’t,” Tekka replied tersely, her cyan eyes blazing with furious inner light. She clenched her fists, feeling pain radiate up her arms. Her palms were going to bruise at the very least. If she hadn’t been a Super Saiyan 2, she was sure every bone would have shattered. She ignored the pain, shunting it aside as irrelevant, and charged the God once again. She met Beerus in another flurry of martial arts. Punches and kicks flew like bolts of lightning, her crackling electrical aura leaving streaks across everyone else’s vision. Again, Beerus easily deflected her blows. He swatted aside her fists, caught her feet, used his forearm to stop a two-fisted hammer blow. It was with immense satisfaction that Tekka noticed that Beerus was now using both hands to block her assault. ***** “Kaaaameeee…. Haaaameee…” Tekka chanted, blue energy radiating between her palms. Beerus chuckled. “You’re wasting your time, girl!” he said, his hands on his hips, “Even if you expended all of your ki and your life force, you won’t even singe me.” “HAAAAAA!!!!” ***** “Annnnd… You’re done!” Whis called cheerfully. Tekka blinked and stumbled, losing control of her power. Her golden aura vanished and her shimmering hair turned back to its normal orange. Her blue-green eyes turned back to a deep violet as she yelped and fell flat on her face. Exhaustion suddenly rolled over her, making her limbs tremble with weakness as she heaved for breath. “Ooh. That was close. If we had kept that up for another six hours, you MIGHT have laid a finger on me,” Beerus said, smirking, “...provided I got careless and bored and chose to let you do it.” “Nnngh… I… What was…” Tekka grunted, trying to pick herself off the ground, as Pan climbed onto the ring, kneeling down beside her. “Don’t try to move, kid. That new transformation used up all of your strength,” Beerus advised, brushing a bit of dust off of his shoulder. “Here, this should help,” Pan said gently. She placed her hands against Tekka’s side and concentrated. A glow appeared around her hands, and Tekka felt warmth and strength flow into her as Pan shared some of her ki with Tekka. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to get her back onto her feet. “That WAS impressive, though. I almost had to use one percent of my power against you,” Beerus said, smirking, “...Almost.” “Argh… You're amazing, Lord Beerus…” Tekka said, picking herself off the floor. “Flattery will get you everywhere and nowhere, girl,” Beerus replied lightly. “No, I'm not flattering you… I mean it. I was fighting far beyond my limits… and you didn't break a sweat. You didn't even try! I… I can't even begin to understand the gap between my power and yours…” Tekka said in between gulps of air as she tried to slow her heart rate. Beerus polished his claws on his pants, chuckling. “It's the difference between a god and a mortal, kid,” he said, bluntly, “Until you transcend those pathetic mortal limits, you’ll never come close to touching me." ***** Beerus looked down at the half-conscious Tekka and sighed, “Y'know, Whis. One percent of my strength wasn't bad. Particularly since she had no idea how much that was.” “Yes, but you used 1.3% at the end there. She actually managed to push you, just a little,” Whis said cheerfully, smirking as he sat. “Yes, she did. And she's what? 8 Earth years old? If she can do that at 8… imagine what she could do as an adult someday. Particularly if she gained the power of a Super Saiyan God! Or even a Super Saiyan God Super Saiyan!” Beerus remarked, poking Tekka in the nose. The child blinked sleepily, but barely reacted otherwise. “I believe they prefer the term I coined, ‘Super Saiyan Blue.’ But, Lord Beerus, are you already discarding Goku and Vegeta as your favorite toys? I imagine they'll be quite annoyed,” Whis said, a hint of mischievous humor entering his voice. “Of course not, Whis! This girl won't be “ripe” for another twenty or thirty years! Aren’t you the one always telling me to keep an eye on the future?” Beerus snapped in mild annoyance. “Indeed I am, my Lord, and it is wonderful to hear that you have actually listened to me for once. But she also comes from a future almost 1200 years from your present day. Are you willing to wait 1220 years for a chance at Tekka?” Whis asked. “I'm a God, Whis. I have forever. I'll enjoy Goku and Vegeta for now… until some other toy catches my eye. And in a millennium, we’ll see how she is. Make a note, Whis,” Beerus said, smirking, “And if she doesn't meet my expectations… I'll just destroy her.” “Very well,” Whis agreed, “I'll make a note to check in on her in a millennium, two centuries and two decades on the dot.” Sure enough, he had manifested a little black notebook out of thin air, and with a rather enormous and frilly quill scribbled a note into it. ***** Beerus frowned, leaning in to examine Tekka closer. After a moment, he glanced at Whis and said, “...Hey, Whis, is it just me, or is there something odd about these mortals?” “Hmm?” Whis replied lazily, looking up from from his sandwich. He waved his hand distractedly, causing it to hover in the air behind him as he walked forward. He bent over daintily at the waist to peer at Tekka. After a moment, he turned on his heel and moved over to Goten. The angel walked back and forth between the hypnotized children without a word, examining them for a moment, before moving on. “...Well, this is embarrassing. How did I miss such crude and shoddy enchantment work?” Whis remarked jovially. Beerus frowned and crossed his arms over his chestpiece. “Explain,” he commanded. “Someone has placed a curse upon these children,” Whis explained, plucking his plate out of the air to take a bite out of his sandwich carelessly, “It is enhancing their libidos and sex drive to triple the normal for Saiyan children; while also siphoning both lust and combat energy from them. Not much, not enough that anyone without divine senses would notice.” “...And why would someone want to make the children constantly aroused, and steal their energy when fighting or having sex?” Beerus asked, his yellow eyes narrowed. “No idea, milord. The curse also contains a hypnotic component too, though it’s not active at the moment,” Whis reported lazily, “...Do you wish me to remove it? It would be a simple matter.” “No. It seems familiar. I’ve seen this handiwork before,” Beerus said, crossing his arms over his chest, “In fact, I think I know exactly who did this to them.” “You do?” Whis asked, his delicate eyebrows raised up. “...Don’t act so surprised, Whis, I’m not an idiot,” Beerus growled, “...And I have issues with the person responsible. If we leave them like this, and keep an eye on them from afar, maybe we can find an opening to draw her out.” “Oh, very smart, my lord. Very well, I shall leave the curse intact,” Whis agreed, crossing his arms. ***** Beerus dropped his pants around his ankles and stepped out of them, kicking them aside carelessly. Whis tutted in disapproval, but the purple feline ignored him, rolling his eyes. If Tekka had been conscious, her jaw might have dropped at the sight of what was between the God’s legs. It was easily the largest she had ever seen, by quite a bit. It was well over a foot and a half in length, and as thick as her bicep. The feline’s shaft was a deep red-purple in color, with a bright pink tip almost hidden under its thick foreskin. It pulsed angrily, bulging veins throbbing along the sides. ***** “Whis…” Beerus said, contemplating the moaning, cum-glazed children as his erection pulsed in his grip. Purple fluid leaked from the fat head, dripping down his fingers. “Yes, Lord Beerus? Is something the matter? You need to finish milking the urethra to get the rest of your semen out,” Whis asked, looking up from his shrimp cocktail. “....You really annoy me sometimes, you know that?” Beerus said, glaring at Whis. “Yes, Lord Beerus, but you were saying?” Whis prompted, smiling placidly. “Before you interrupted me with more of your irritating 'advice,’ I was going to say that I intend to train these children,” Beerus grumbled. “You do? But sir, they lost the bet!” Whis exclaimed, surprised. “Yes, I know that, Whis, I was there. But I've always enjoyed giving rocks a little polish…”