Something that was once a strange event happened again. The gods of destruction from universes 4, 6, 7 and 8 met again in universe 2 at the invitation of Helles. This time the gods and angels were in a room decorated with tables laden with food and drink. Though the servants were constantly bringing more food because of Beerus and Champa.


Liquir was with a glass in his hand heading to Helles. "For what reason did you meet us? I hope this is not another absurd competition.”


The Egyptian-looking goddess smiles at the attitude of the fox. “You say that as if you didn't enjoy the event. Or what you did afterwards.”


Liquir shudders and blushes deeply. Did she know about that? What? The fox turns to see Beerus, asking if he had said something.


Helles laughs softly. “Relax, there is nothing ready now. It is a special holiday in this world, among the things that mortals do, they give me gifts with much love. How could I say no to something so beautiful?


Liquir rolls his eyes. How come a god of destruction was so in touch with mortals? She seemed to be more like a social media influencer than a deity.


Helles continues speaking. “But this year I was surprised to see that some gifts arrived for you. You guys seem to have made a good impression." She then pokes the fox's chest with a finger sporting a smile. "Specially you."


Liquir blushes, drinking a little to try to avoid the memory of that. "And what meaning do these peculiar decorations have?" He asks to change the subject.


"I will grant you that." Helles realized the other god's intentions, but she let it go. “The colors red and white are the representatives of the festivity. Apparently a creature wears those colors, but it's not very beautiful." She doesn't delve further into it as she has no interest in things that she considers 'ugly'.


Liquir rolls his eyes again thinking about how it's no surprise that the level of the universe is so low. Even so, he tries to continue the conversation by pointing to some plants hanging in different places in the room. "And what are those plants?"


“They are called mistletoe. According to the legend of this festivity, if 2 people are under the same mistletoe they must kiss, otherwise, great misfortunes will happen to them. Helles said as he picked up a glass. "I'm surprised you don't know, everyone here knows that story, even that sleepyhead Beerus knows it."


The fox's 3 tails stand on end hearing that. “K-kiss whoever is with you?” His expression was like an open book.


Minutes after Liquir approaches the table with the food, he placed himself next to a Beerus devouring some kind of meat that was there. The fox looks up, there were mistletoe on both sides of them. So all he needs to do is move the cat a bit towards either of them, pretending it's an accident.


Liquir picks up a plate with cut fruit. "Hey, Beerus, have you tried these f-"


“Stop hoarding all the food!” Quitella said, stepping between them by giving the cat a little push.


"How dare you!? Little rodent!” Beerus exclaims annoyed.


“Gaahh! Stay away from that piece of meat!” Champa exclaims and rushes to go get the saucer. But in doing so he collides with the other gods gathered there.


"Oh, how interesting." Helles said with a light laugh watching Liquir out with Champa under one mistletoe while Beerus and Quitella are in the other. "Well, gentlemen, you know what to do."


"Never!" The 4 of them exclaim annoyed, exchanging glances with their 'partner' and then turning their backs on each other.


But then the mistletoe began to glow slightly, just as the gods did next. Suddenly they all look at his partner, with Beerus leaning in to be level with Quitella, before they deep kiss each other!


"Gahhhh!" They all broke apart, gasping, and scrambled for drinks to cleanse their mouths.


The angels chuckle softly as the gods do this.


"Oh oh oh oh oh!" Helles laughs cheekily. "Well, it seems you guys aren't as much against following the mortal traditions as you said!"


Beerus finishes pouring a jug of juice into his mouth and turns around looking angry. “What the hell did you do!?”


"Me?" The goddess points to herself with a cheeky smile. "I did nothing."


"Do not lie!" Quitella yelled furiously. "I would rather die than kiss this scrawny fish breath!" The yellow mouse said pointing to the slender purple feline.


"What did you say you dirty rat!?" Beerus generated a sphere of energy.


"What did you hear! You prude!" Quitella yelled back, directing her fury at his sworn enemy.


Helles laughs softly. "Watch out guys, or you might end up under another mistletoe while you fight."


"Then we just have to get rid of those things!" Champa creates his own energy sphere.


Helles stopped laughing and frowned. "Do not you dare." She said creating a ki diamond.


Things turned out as bad as you can be imagining. Several explosions happened in the once beautiful hall. The servants who were working there ran for their lives and left the place. The food was ruined as well as the decorations.


It was only thanks to the angels that the world and possibly the universe were not destroyed by the fight of the gods of destruction. They intervened forcing their respective god to calm down. With one exception.


Liquir had stepped aside when the ridiculous fight started. Now the 3-tailed fox was standing at the entrance to what was left of the hall, eating a few pieces of meat with a sour look on his face.


“Whis, collect the gifts! We are not going now!” Beerus said as he stomped away, still annoyed by Helles's dirty trick.


The cat and the fox exchanged glances, both showing a neutral expression. But still Beerus approached the fox.


Liquir stops eating when the other god stands in front of him. "Is something offered to you?"


"Funny, that's what I should ask, after what you tried to do." Beerus said causing the fox to gasp slightly at being discovered. The cat smiles sadistically when seeing how the fox gets nervous. “You are not as good at hiding your intentions as you think. Especially what happened last time.”


"I don't... that's not..." Liquir wanted to defend himself, but a lump formed in his throat.


Beerus chuckles quietly, enjoying himself like a predator with his prey. "I propose this to you, if you need that so much, you can visit me..." The cat smiles with great mischief. "I'll tie a few of those mistletoe to your tails and, if you beg enough, I'll consider 'keeping tradition' to listen to you moan just like that night."


The mere suggestion of such things was so bold, obscene, and demeaning that it doesn't seem real. So much so that Liquir had to suppress a groan at the thought of such things.


The fox god's cheeks were so red and his 3 tails were moving so fast that they almost looked like the propellers of a helicopter in mid-flight.


Liquir was about to ask for a specific date for said meeting, but Whis arrived interrupting the moment and then left with Beerus without saying anything else. Liquir bites into his bottom lip in frustration and with a boner in his pants he screams for release and Beerus's touch.