Before I start this chapter, I am going to respond to a review I received criticizing a certain technique. Call it a minor rant by the authoress, but I want to address this issue. Those who don't wish to read can skip this part since it has no bearing with this story—at least from my standpoint.

First off, Whis' temporal do-over/rewind technique. Yes, he used it during Frieza's thing to reverse time. Then (going off with the anime—yes, I'm aware that the manga differs and we didn't see it in there), he used it to stop Zamasu when he was preparing to kill Gowasu (Universe 10's kaioshin). Yes, the logic of Whis using the technique again that soon would probably be an abuse of his power.

Then again, nerfing the potara earrings because Vegito was considered too OP was a crappy idea to us fans. Though if there wasn't a time limit, we would have seen a relatively pleasing massacre of merged Zamasu courtesy of Vegito instead of being sliced vertically by Future Trunks. There's a reason this story's tagged with abuse potara nerf: because I'm sure a lot of people were not pleased when they learned it lasts an hour instead of being permanent.

Furthermore, we can safely argue that this was a bad writing pass by my hand; however, please remember—this is a fanfic, so I don't control any of the character's abilities or powers.

So, this is a filler chapter since A) I had no clue what I was writing and B) I need to resolve some tension that was building up since Vegito's battle with Hit.

Even though this is bit of a break from the action, I promise there's more to come since I think a lot of people are reading this story. Plus, it's a bit of a break from writing a lot more serious stories.

#abusepotaranerf

Beerus stuffed another egg roll into his mouth, savoring the texture and taste with a satisfying purr escaping his throat. While he had wanted to destroy the Earth back when the whole Super Saiya-jin God thing was floating around, the god of destruction had come to appreciate the delicacies that fancied his taste buds to the point where he almost made it into his secondary home. Even if it was far inferior in the luxuries his planet had, he had to admit that the food was worth the planetary visits.

An explosion rocked the compound and smoke came from the other end where the gravity room was located. Almost though sensing a disturbance, Chi-chi, who had been fuming angry about her husband's disappearance, began her march towards the gravity room in hopes of finding out his whereabouts. The god of destruction in the meantime continued to dine when he heard the familiar swishing sound of Goku's Instant Transmission from behind him.

"I take it Vegeta punched you," Beerus responded nonchalantly, not even bothering to look up. The feline was savoring the strange green gelatin blob that danced when he scooped a bit on his spoon. He moaned in bliss from the taste, wondering how he lived this long without knowing such foods existed.

"How dis yoo 'now?" Goku slurred, his jaw aching from the blow he sustained from the Saiya-jin prince.

Unfortunately, when he had attempted to get away, he was immediately sent spiraling into the control panel with enough force that it caused it to explode. He felt bad for abandoning Vegeta, but he was not in the mood of being caught by his wife if she still happened to be lurking on the compound somewhere. Last thing he wanted was to be dragged back home to deal with yet another tongue lashing.

"It's obvious since you were both fused and hiding in one spot for about thirty minutes," Beerus noted.

"Cas I goz bac to yoor plnet?" Goku questioned, fearful that any second, his wife would show up.

"You really are a bold one asking a god of destruction to take you somewhere when I'm in the middle of eating," Beerus scowled in dislike. Hell, it would take his attendant to drag him away from the luxury that was food spread out before him like an offering to the deity. Or if Zeno appeared and requested that the god of destruction to take his job more seriously. The look on Goku's face made Beerus relent. "Whis, take Goku back to my planet and assign him chores."

"Yes my lord," Whis moved to Goku and the Saiya-jin quickly pressed his hand on his back.

"Goku! You get back here this instant!" Chi-chi's voice roared as Goku was spirited away by the angel back across the vast reaches of space. By the time she reached where he was last standing, the Earth-raised Saiya-jin was long gone.

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Vegeta went back to his room long after the banshee that was Chi-chi stormed out angrily, cursing her husband's name in the process. He had expected a tongue lashing from Bulma, but she seemed concerned about something else. Strange. Usually, she would have acted a bit more irritated whenever he accidentally caused damage to the gravity room, so something had to have happened to her recently.

The prince's fist still trembled from the satisfying blow he had given Kakarrot. It made it worth the while to deliver such a jaw breaking punch to the clown's face, even if it did result in the controls of the gravity room to be destroyed in the process.

Glancing in the mirror and could have sworn that he saw Vegito standing there nodding his head in pure admiration for doing what he could not while they were one being. The brief glimpse in the fusion's eyes said, "Great job kicking his ass, my prince." A mere moment later, he vanished, almost though he faded into the looking glass' reflection.

'At least someone appreciates my efforts to inhibit that clown's antics...' Vegeta thought before throwing the Potara earring into the drawer. He would not have minded if it stayed in there long after he died and his grandchildren found it along his belongings while they cleaned. After nearly losing his life along with Kakarrot, he was not in the mood to even bring himself to join bodies again with the clown anytime soon.

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Across the universe on Beerus' planet, Goku began plucking the wild grass from the ground by himself, throwing it into the woven basket that was on his back. Even though he had not intended to trade one prison for another, he was grateful to be left to his own devices while Whis returned to Earth to get the cat-like deity and to help himself to some take out.

'I guess I'm lucky to have a place to crash as long as Chi-chi can't get here,' Goku thought silently to himself. His movements were slow due to being a bit more thoughtful in his actions, the chore itself would take twice as long since the prince was currently absent.

Just as he was reaching for another blade of grass, Goku sensed Beerus and Whis' return. He began to move a bit faster so they would not assume that he had taken a break during his chores. It reminded him somewhat to what Master Roshi had done when he was a kid by assigning him and Krillin chores to do every morning before they actually started their training.

Vegeta did not like the idea of doing common housework, but the Earth-raised Saiya-jin eventually saw that Whis' list was a precursor of warm-ups for their bodies. Thanks to his unorthodox methods, they had been able to reach Super Saiya-jin Blue after half a year, and it came in handy against Frieza.

'I wonder who would be stronger, Vegito or 'Golden' Frieza...' Goku thought suddenly of the evil despot that had nearly destroyed Earth over a year ago. The universal tyrant seemed hell-bent on killing them all after being resurrected, and for some odd reason, the Earth-raised Saiya-jin longed for a rematch with him just so he could rub it into the evil bastard's face how superior he was compared to the tyrant.

'Who do you think would be stronger? Ha! I'd kick his ass so hard his ancestors could feel it,' Vegito's voice smugly spoke in Goku's mind. Before Goku knew it, he was fantasizing such a ridiculous and completely delusional scenario of how that battle would have played out if they had resorted utilizing the Potara back then—time limits be damned.

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"What in the hell is this?" Frieza stared at Vegito who suddenly appeared where Goku and Vegeta were moments earlier. He stood there enshrouded in the godly aura gathered around him with an air of confidence, a devilish grin seeming to make the despot a slight bit uncomfortable. "How can two flea-bitten monkeys join bodies?"

"I don't know Frieza," Vegito shrugged uncaringly. The attitude he displayed seemed to infuriate the alien bastard that stood before him—it was exactly what the fusion wanted the tyrant to feel. He could keep a calm complexion due to the overwhelming might he held within him—a might he would use to destroy Frieza once and for all. "I suppose we have something you don't—people we can count on in tough situations."

"Why you—!" Frieza lunged at the fusion who immediately vanished, leaving not one trace of either energy or hair. Looking around, the despot was taken by surprise when Vegito appeared above him and drove both fists into the back of Frieza's head. The tyrant was sent earthward into the ground, creating a crater and kicking up dust.

Not wasting a second, Vegito fired a melee of blasts after Frieza's fallen form, causing more debris and dust to obscure the field of vision. The fusion knew for certain that the tyrant was not dead—his energy remained relatively high in his so called 'golden' form.

As expected, Frieza did not stay down despite the impending blasts that rained down like bullets. Instead, in an explosion of reddish orange, he rose once more like a bullet, swinging his fist at the fusion and managing to land a blow across Vegito's face. A cocky grin crossed the despot's face—perhaps he had a chance at defeating this oddity of a fusion.

Sadly though, Vegito had permitted such an attack to prove his might. A startled gasp escaped Frieza's mouth—fear truly permeating from his body as he backed away from the fusion in horror.

"How? Why can't I destroy you?" Frieza cried out cowardly. It was a fitting end to such a being that had made half of the fusion's life hell.

"You brought this upon yourself," Vegito spoke with a serious, menacing tone echoing in his voice. "You came to Earth to enact revenge on Kakarrot, but unfortunately, you weren't counting on this scenario from playing out." The aura kicked up around him—pushing Frieza back further away from his being. He was done playing nice with the bastard that had a vendetta. "I'm sending you back to hell to contemplate on your demise."

Pressing his hands together, Vegito cocked them back as he said the familiar words that would put any mortal to shame.

The blast roared at Frieza like a freight train, the tyrant's screams dying in the azure lightning infused blast as it consumed his being and...

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"Goku! What in the world have you been doing!" Beerus yelled angrily at the Earth-raised Saiya-jin who had a dazed look on his face. Said warrior had begun to pluck the flowers from the field instead of the wild grass that overfilled the basket on Goku's back.

Almost like being woken up rudely, Goku realized the extent of the damage and quickly began to try to fix the issue by putting the recently plucked flowers back into the ground to no avail.

"I didn't mean to pluck the flowers Lord Beerus!" Goku realized. Had he become so absentminded that he decided to start wreaking havoc on Beerus' garden?

"Idiot! Those flowers are... are ACHOO!!" Beerus sniffled from the pollen that filled the air. "Get... get rid of ACHOO!"

"What's wrong Lord Beerus?" Goku was clueless.

"Goku, Lord Beerus is allergic to those flowers you're holding," Whis clarified as the god of destruction sniffled miserably from the bundle that the Earth-raised Saiya-jin held in his hand. "You are better off getting rid of them or he'll keep sneezing."

"Oh!" Goku quickly tossed them away. A moment later, he looked at Whis with an innocent, yet curious expression on his face. "What does 'allergic' mean? And what did it have to do with the flowers I was holding?"

Whis shook his head, wondering how a warrior of his caliber managed to survive on Earth for as long as he lived.