Dragon Ball: The Forbidden Dimension

Scene: Beerus' Planet - Afternoon

The serene and alien landscape of Beerus' planet stretches out under a soft, golden glow. Beerus and Whis are relaxing in their house. Beerus reclines on a floating cushion, looking drowsy, while Whis stands nearby, holding his staff.

Whis: [cheerfully] My Lord, it seems we've received an invitation.

Beerus: [half-asleep, yawning] Invitation? What kind of invitation?

Whis: [grinning] It's from Bulma, the Earthling. She's hosting a function at her home.

Beerus: [opening one eye] A function? What's that supposed to mean?

Whis: [smiling knowingly] My guess is that it's a gathering, and knowing Bulma, there will be an abundance of delicious Earth food.

At the mention of food, Beerus' ears perk up, and he sits upright.

Beerus: [excitedly] Food, you say? Why didn't you lead with that, Whis?! When is this function happening?

Whis: [calmly checking his staff] Tomorrow, my Lord.

Beerus: [rubbing his chin] Hm, it's been a while since we visited Earth. And if Bulma is organizing it, there's bound to be something worth eating.

Whis: [teasing] Indeed, her cuisine has always been to your liking, hasn't it, my Lord?

Beerus: [grinning] It's more than just "to my liking." Her food might be the only reason Earth hasn't been destroyed yet!

Whis: [chuckling] Quite true. Though, I must say, you've grown fond of the people there as well.

Beerus: [crossing his arms] Don't be ridiculous, Whis. I only tolerate them because they amuse me... and feed me.

Beerus pauses, then leans back on his cushion.

Beerus: [smirking] Make sure we're ready to leave tomorrow. And remind me to skip breakfast—we'll need room for everything they're serving.

Whis: [bowing slightly] As you wish, my Lord. Shall I also prepare a gift for the host? It's customary to bring something to such events.

Beerus: [waving dismissively] Hmph, I'm the God of Destruction. My presence is gift enough.

Whis: [grinning slyly] Of course, my Lord.

The two share a moment of silence as Beerus stretches and yawns.

Beerus: [grumbling] I suppose this means I can't take my usual midday nap tomorrow. This better be worth it.

Whis: [teasing] With your appetite, my Lord, I'm certain it will be.

The scene ends with Beerus reclining again, already dreaming of the feast to come, while Whis smiles knowingly at his enthusiastic anticipation.