𝒻𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝓈

[whiiskyglass]

beeruscan‌:

Beerus yawned loudly, hoping to wake anyone that was still asleep, namely his angelic attendant who should always be at his beck and call. He slumped over from his bed, rubbing at his eyes, trying to wake up himself as best he could. The God was always needing to be distracted, otherwise he’d just go on an elimination spree of worlds, clearly. Now, he was more concerned with what to stuff his stomach with, and needing to get it fast.    “Whis!!! Hurry up! Dress me…” | @whiiskyglass |

it was his job to tend to every request Lord Beerus threw his way, no matter how trifling or inane. That didn’t mean that he had to be happy about it. With a sigh, the angel followed the cat’s calls, studying him with lowered lids.

“And just what am I dressing you for today, Lord Beerus? Another nap, perhaps?” It was unlike Whis to carry such acid in his tone with no provocation, but it had been months since they had left the planet, and with Goku and Vegeta (and even his wife) busy with Earthly affairs, the angel had been going quite stir-crazy.

[ @beeruscan ]

[whiiskyglass]

     "Lord Beerus...I’ve returned.”

It was never wise to wake the cat, of course, but with as much experience as Whis had, there wasn’t too much to worry about. He knew the ways around the feline’s anger, and one of those involved distraction--specifically in the form of gifts.

“And I’ve brought you something~” The sing-song tone came from behind a large stuffed bunny, complete with over-sized floppy ears and a little button nose. Not food, but it was admittedly adorable, and the angel couldn’t deny a bit of curiosity as to Lord Beerus might react to it.

[ @beeruscan ]

[whiiskyglass]

scngoku:

   ”…….” Spends a few seconds, taking in the motions of what needed to be done, after all this was merely training. Though, he had the control this time. It was easily felt within, and his fists clenched tightly as he launched himself forward. A flurry of punches, kicks, and anything he could toss at the other to give him what he wanted. Test my strength, Whis. See how far I can go, come on. Thoughts were a blur, and he focused mostly on the objective here; Testing an Angel. Swift motions, moves that were almost nearly impossible to register from anyone lower than what Goku had become. Godly energy, the sort that not even someone with it could comprehend. Hell, even the Saiyan was at a real loss as to what this strength was. He’s never had time to try any of this out within the endless time of training, and under circumstances that weren’t dire. It was refreshing, and he wondered if he could press on even further. Looks for any sort of slip-up of the angel’s reflexes, anywhere to break past his barrier of high defense. | @whiiskyglass​ |

The time he had spent training Beerus far eclipsed what he had spent teaching Goku, and yet in that short time Whis had seen the Saiyan make progress he wouldn’t have believed possible. It was no wonder Lord Beerus had dreamed up a Super Saiyan God. Their race, mortal as it was, seemed to surpass even divine power at times.

That being said, this form still was no match for his own level, and yet...closer and closer Goku grew to something Whis hadn’t dared to let himself expect. Surpassing someone who had also noticed this potential, and was accordingly ignoring the possibility as he slept away. Yet, he still has a long way to go.

     “Good.”

The simple praise was rarely given, but for once Whis did not break the Saiyan’s stream of attacks. In this form, is was important for him to feel this stride, to grow accustomed to it and go as far as he could. The angel was not testing so much as he was monitoring Goku.

[ @scngoku ]

[whiiskyglass]

scngoku:

   “I’m feeling fine, actually! There’s just so much I wanna learn, now. So, thanks for giving me another shot at training, Whis. I really appreciate it.” He said as the two of them exchanged many blows, and had felt the other’s enclosed grip on his fist. It was just such an experience, having won a tournament where all the odds were completely against him. To have survived a bout of awfulness like destruction, Goku couldn’t be more than happy to continue on with fighting. Though, at the other’s words of them needing to get really started here, Goku pulled his arm away and grinned. There was something so wonderful about this angel’s attitude, and obvious thrill he would get whenever either he or Vegeta would get a level higher. Goku didn’t let it slip by, and he nodded. “Oh, yeah.” A few steps back, Goku was already feeling that same energy from before thrumming through his body. It was like a wave crashing against a lonely beach, and the sky above seemed to shift and move along with his power. A single, drawn-out scream left his lips, and the same power of beyond God-like forces came erupted from within. Hues of pale blues and deep violets were as his surrounding aura, and iris shifting from black to shining silver. One look towards the angel, once he had settled into this large gap of strength, and his entire demeanor was changed. There was a seriousness that seemed impenetrable.

     “Is this better?” | @whiiskyglass​ |

     “That’ll do.”

How he managed such an apathetic tone, even he didn’t know. The moment Goku had transformed, the angel had to repress a shudder. Goku had probably felt it in his energy, but he wouldn’t say anything. Not when his focus was on the fight.

     “Don’t hold back.”

A simple command, one Whis knew that Goku would be happy to oblige. He had only gotten a taste of this new power, after all, and it had been in a situation where one misstep meant the death of a universe. Now the only stakes were his own well being, This was a fight that Goku could savor with no worry of time limits, rules, or consequences. 

[ @scngoku ]

[whiiskyglass]

The sun beat down from above, though it floated in a violet sky rather than the bright blue that Goku was accustomed to. Or was he? He spent so much time training here, perhaps he was used to both by now. Whis hovered a few feet in the air, lazily blocking Goku’s warm-up attacks and noting the stark absence of his master, who had retired even earlier than usual to a long nap (which had started after the end of the tournament).

     “How are you feeling?”

He asked, taking Goku’s fist in his hand. The Saiyan had trained here many times, yes, but this was the first since the tournament. Whis had to admit, he was more than eager to get to it. Images of those grey eyes haunted him, they wouldn’t leave him alone. His heart beat faster just thinking about it, and Beerus’s mood had soured as much as Whis’s had soared. He couldn’t help it, though. 

     “Are you ready to really begin?”

[ @scngoku​ ]

[whiiskyglass]

kurogoku:

Black just watched silently as his boot was taken away, and when the assorted cream was being applied he couldn’t help to shiver slightly at it’s cool touch to the bare, partially-swollen skin. The question distracted him enough, and he glanced up at the angel as it was asked.      “Well, it seems to be bet—Ah!” Winces, and cries out slightly as the bones were so viciously being bent back into position. The shock of that was startling to him, but he had to try and keep himself calm about that. Who knew angels were this sadistic…? Or is it even that? I wonder if they even care about something like that… His smile does not help with any of my unasked answers. Bitterly trying to keep everything in check, Black forced himself to grit out.

    “Better… Didn’t realize the damage was this severe. How far do you think     this will go on for, anyway, Whis? What if your God finds out about our little secret…?     He’ll most likely try to erase me.” | @whiiskyglass​ |

Whis could barely restrain his amusement as the pain of healing visibly set in for the Saiyan. It was always something to watch members of that proud race put on a tough face despite whatever they were going through. Even in a stolen body, the same trait seemed to have pervaded into Zamasu’s consciousness.

     “Ohoho, sorry about that! It should be over soon.”

He chuckled, eyes still trained on the other. Yet at Black’s next words, his expression faded from a lighthearted smile into something considerably more somber. It was a matter that had been on his mind since the plot had first formed, and he should have known that Black would ask sooner or later (though he had hoped later).

“You’re right, he will. Now do you see why I’m pushing you so hard? That being said...if it’s too much for you, if the threat of Beerus scares you, then by all means go now before you waste both of our time. But if you trust me, then we will continue and for a while. I’ve kept secrets from Beerus before, and even when he’s suspected something awry he still has trust in me enough not to pry further. Can you live with that kind of uncertainty, for the mere promise of greater power?”

[ @kurogoku ]

[whiiskyglass]

kurogoku:

Black didn’t even bother to say anything else, as the other was already going off, and he stood carefully up in order to fly off as well. It was annoying when he landed, because it wasn’t graceful at all, and he had to make sure that there wasn’t any pressure on the broken ankle. All this focus to stay up, what a joke.  Glances around the place once he was inside, and hums lightly in appreciation of it’s lavish decorations. Of course an angel would have the most extravagant lodgings. Sits on the side of the bed, and slowly lies back once he has his leg over the covers. Looks towards Whis, patiently waiting for whatever he’ll do to help his problem.

   “…Awfully large bed, and all this is just for the two of us? Interesting     choices on the colors…” | @whiiskyglass​ |

     “Yes, I decorated it myself. And this room is all yours.”

Approaching the bed, Whis relieved Black of one white boot with the wave of his staff. He then materialized what looked to be a first aid kid. Of course it was nothing as mundane as Black might have seen on Earth. Its contents were rather odd (and there may have been some snacks crammed in there as well). Producing a small packet, he began to rub a gel onto the swollen ankle (no, nothing edible).

      “How does that feel? It should help the pain...”

It wasn’t the pain of the injury that he referred to, but the pain of the mending. With one sharp motion, Whis pointed the orb of his staff towards the bones and they quickly set to repairing quite audibly. It was a bit of concentrated time manipulation, nothing too bad. Of course, it could be quite painful to undergo such rapid changes in one’s body. Yet Whis’s smile would suggest nothing of the sort...

[ @kurogoku ]

[whiiskyglass]

kurogoku:

Black wasn’t surprised by the cold response whatsoever, but it was still quite unnerving to hear it. Before he had known the angels were of a different kind altogether, but this sort of strangeness was on a whole new level. He nodded towards the other, and sat there staring at him in silence for a few moments.     “I understand… I won’t make that mistake again.” His ankle was practically shattered here, but he tried to roll over and get up anyway. Pain wasn’t exactly that bad, as he’s experienced it over and over again in various situations. Still, he couldn’t stop his body from reacting, whereas his mind was quite calm about it. A hiss escaping him, and all he managed to do was make it worse.      “But… I don’t think much will happen with me like this.” | @whiiskyglass |

     “I suppose you’re right...”

Whis relented, at least glad to see a change in the Saiyan’s attitude above all else. There would be a time to drive him further, to push his limit beyond any injury to both body and spirit. Right now he had gained the first step towards something bigger than he ever might have imagined. Plans that were still forming in the Angel’s mind. Honestly, he felt as though he were plotting out a chess match that hadn’t yet begun, but he had to be ready for all opposition.

     “There's a house we’ll be resting at. I can mend you there,       and you’ll be healed come morning. Just follow me.”

Under a sky of deep violet, the God’s attendant flew towards a structure at the tip of the cliffs. It was small, but spacious enough for two and lavishly decorated with marble and fine furnishings. If the angel intended to make Black suffer during training, he certainly hadn’t carried that notion over to their living arrangements. Silently he led the Saiyan to a bedroom, motioning for him to sit.

[ @kurogoku ]

[whiiskyglass]

kurogoku:

Black had been so enthralled by just judging this one’s power, and not truly understanding it’s immense scale, that he was taken aback by his own faulty calculation. There wasn’t any time to react, and he couldn’t pull away, because by the time he realized the problem his ankle was split. A scream left his lips, and he felt himself go down with a hard landing. The breath seemed knocked out of his lungs, and he looked up with a fearfully dazed expression. Why did this happen? Where did I go wrong? I thought I could have got in a single hit, and yet I’m the one on the floor. I feel like a fool! He didn’t even want to move his leg right now, and wondered if the fight was still going on. His body tensed up when he saw the other glaring down at him, as if he was absolutely disappointed in their work.

    “….. What now…?…..” He felt like such an idiot for even asking that. | @whiiskyglass​ |

     “Now?”

His voice carried no trace of warmth, none of that sly mischief it sometimes did. It was as cold as space, and just as unforgiving. Whis’s staff, usually at his side as though only decoration, now pointed menacingly towards Black.

“Now you learn that this is serious. It isn’t a game, it isn’t a cheap thrill to satiate your bloodlust. I can unlock the door to a potential that will make you strong beyond your wildest dreams, the power to act on your Saiyan urges. Yet to attain that power, you will need to be serious. Because attaining that strength takes time and that’s not something we have an excess of.”

[ @kurogoku ]

[vgeta]

[whiiskyglass]

scngoku:

   “Oh, I’m giving it to you, Whis! What’s wrong,heh? Don’t wanna get     your butt kicked? Afraid it might happen?? I’m coming pretty close!” He grinned, moving in closer towards the angel, and his gaze roved over the divine form. Goku noticed the other seemed completely off, and it only peaked his interests further. Looks up into his eyes, once he was deep into the comfort-zone space (as if that sort of thing even registered to the aloof Saiyan, right?), and he whispered playfully.        “Training’s not done, until I’m beat! Got that, heheh!?” Guides the other towards the opposite wall, palm still pressed at his chest, while his other hand reached up to grab a fistful of the angel’s soft hair. Tugs it gently in one direction, while hoping this was distracting enough. He didn’t know what idea in his mind possessed him to do this, but his lips were already pressing up to Whis’ neck, teeth biting lightly on the spot. | @whiiskyglass​ |

     “Goku, when I say that it’s over, it most certainly is---”

Over?

Whis had just been set, quite honestly, to knock Goku across the room. This stubborn Saiyan act could only go so far, and the Angel wasn’t about to condone such immaturity. However, before he could so much as raise his staff to strike, he felt fingers weaving through hair. If that alone hadn’t been enough to throw him off, Goku’s next act had him covered.

     “W--Goku!”

He gasped, yet his head lolled to the side for a moment, caught up in the feeling travelling down his spine. Pleasure, so pathetically given into. With a huff, the angel snapped out of it, pushing the other back and clearly flustered. His expression may have been stern, but his heart was pounding and his cheeks burning.

     “What do you think you’re doing?!”

[ @scngoku ]

[whiiskyglass]

scngoku:

Goku picked up on the fact that Whis was definitely acting strange, and he wondered why that was? Holds his palm out to lightly press it up against the angel’s abdomen, and shakes his head at him. That smirk was still so vibrantly present, and the Saiyan wasn’t going to let this up… I’ll find out what it is.      “Ah-ah, Whis. I’m not done, yet. You haven’t even made me break       a sweat! I think we need to go harder.” | @whiiskyglass​ |

     “That----w------”

In an instant, the Saiyan was so close that he could feel his hot breath at his neck, and the warmth of fingers at his abdomen. Instinct urged him to push Goku back, yet another part of him wanted to do just to opposite. The result was a stalemate that had put Whis into quite the uncharacteristic stupor.

     “Goku, I’m telling you that this is over! Training       is over, so don’t give me that look.”

Yet he felt almost feverish, only looking down at Goku with a slight pout and making no move to get out of the predicament.

[ @scngoku​ ]

[whiiskyglass]

scngoku:

Goku chuckled, and he blocked the staff when it was tossed his way again, energy charging into his palms when he tried to shoot a little blast off to his left. It was all a distraction, but he had something up his sleeve. When the chance of it landing, a single millisecond of a moment, and Goku instant transmissioned so that he was inches away from Whis’ nose. The biggest grin on his face, and he knew this was going to be short-lived.     “You left yourself open, Whis! Tsk-tsk! So much for being a divine being!!” | @whiiskyglass​ |

Usually, Whis would have known better. More than that, his body would have reacted better. But today he was very off, and neither his brain nor his body wanted to cooperate. His eyes followed the blast, such a simple ruse, and the next thing he knew he had a Saiyan about thee inches from his nose. The room seemed to grow hotter, and for the first time Whis’s expression showed something more than that cool aloofness.

     “That---was impressive, Goku. But merely luck, I assure you!”

Luck? Ugh, I sound worse than Lord Beerus. Turning his attention back to the present, Whis...well, he wasn’t knocking Goku away. Just what was he going to do? 

     “This...well, I suppose we can end it here for today!”

[ @scngoku ]

[whiiskyglass]

scngoku:

     “Oh yea? Don’t think I’m down, yet, Whis!” His fists were flying again, and the Saiyan charged forward with a grin on his face as he kept up his attack. There was something strange he noticed with the other, though, and wasn’t sure what it was yet. He was going to find out, even if it ended up with him smacked in the face by Whis’ staff, again and again. | @whiiskyglass​ |

It was true, though Whis had been tracking Goku’s attacks easily, there was an odd sense of distraction from the Angel today. Something that had been building with each session. A delay here and there so small it be undetectable to most anyone else. His pulse would pick up a beat faster, and it was most noticeable when Goku closed in for a jab of his elbow or knee, anything that brought him just inches from the Angel.

Yet his face betrayed none or little of it, and on he went smacking Goku away with his staff, only to raise one hand to take all incoming attacks.

[ @scngoku ]

[whiiskyglass]

     “Come on, is that all you’ve got? You’re not making any headway, Goku...”

The Angel tsked, deflecting each incoming blow with apparent ease. By now he knew Goku’s pattern so well, that even an attempt to change it was readily apparent. And so he simply continued on, blocking with both staff and hand.

[ @scngoku ]

[neogohann]

[whiiskyglass]

“Oh my, are you training for the tournament?? Lets just hope its enough!”

[ @ccbba ]