Before anyone could react to the insult a squealing voice was heard from the house. “Mom, I’m done with the homework! Can I have cake now?” Her steps suddenly halted before she went into a sprint. “Oh, my kami! Beerus!”



The god gave a huff and looked away but everyone could see through his façade. From the day she was born he’d developed a soft side for her. Babysitting the child on more than one occasion. The first time had been while the Saiyans had fought against Broly. From there onward she’d always been in his lap whenever he’d come to visit. The god of destruction had humored her, even played with her on the baby blanket spread out for them. Once she had been weaned off he’d even given her bits from his own plate to eat, something unheard of. Beerus never shared.



Vegeta didn’t exactly approve of how much his daughter enjoyed the company of the easily enraged god of destruction but couldn’t deny his fascination over how swiftly she’d wrapped him around her finger. If the food wasn’t what held him back from blasting earth it was the girl. Kami knew Bulla was the only one allowed to touch Beerus for longer periods of time. She’d started as a toddler, petting him like a housecat, not grasping that one wrong move could cost her everything. But the god had been lenient every time she pulled his ear or poked his nose. He’d merely growled at her to show what was allowed and what not. And over the years Beerus had turned from the nanny into a friendly mentor to the girl. Vegeta hated to admit it but whenever something really bothered her and she couldn’t disclose her secret with her parents, she’d asked the feline… And of course his answers had never led to anything positive or productive. Well, most of his answers entailed destroying whatever was in the way, so not that different from what Vegeta would have retorted but… Whatever, at least she had the most capable protectors in the known universe aside from the Saiyans who would give everything to make her happy. His little spoiled princess… And damn, she knew it and used it to her advantage. Becoming a teenager had turned her into a persuasive force to be reckoned with.



Whis hid the smile on his lips by drinking from his cup of tea as the girl hugged Beerus from behind the chair and scratched him between the ears. The low purr coming from his master’s throat was only audible to the Saiyans closest to them but the content grin he displayed was a tell all.

Mai and Trunks had stopped their little flirting to witness the impossible scene unfolding. The half-Saiyan was still amazed at how easily the female Briefs were able to wrap the god around the pinky, his sister especially. Bulma had to use force and raise her voice, for Bulla it was just a little scratch behind the ear and the god followed at her heel. Kami knew what the girl would be able to do once she’d grown up.