Once they appear in a safe location, a primitive alien planet..
Whis stopped pretending first.
It wasn't sudden. It was a choice made quietly, deliberately an angel stepping forward instead of away.
He closed the distance to Zar without a word, standing well within the gravity of his presence, letting that pressure stay.
Zar felt it. The shift. Consent, not compulsion.
"You understand what this means," Zar said, voice low.
Whis smiled looking up at him , eyes bright with dangerous curiosity. "I do. That's why I'm still here."
Gina watched from the edge of the chamber, wings tight, gaze sharp. Jealousy bled through her composure not desire alone, but displacement. Whis was actively choosing. .
She had been taken and dominated by circumstance.
The difference burned.
Zar's aura flared, controlled, intimate overwhelming. Whis did not resist. He leaned into it, testing limits, laughing softly as power wrapped close enough to blur thought, Whis made his way to the bed, ready to finally indulge the Saiyan's pent up urges.
Zar first pulled Gina who was standing outside into the room with them then ordered sit in the corner and watch.
Whis then smirked as he removed all their clothes using magic, cause the Saiyan's pride to stand tall, dark and aggressive, 10 inches of pent up saiyan manhood ready to burst.
Whis was shocked, watching the Saiyan's one eyed snake twitch with each breath Zar took.
Zar saw the fear in the eyes of the 2 angel and laughed a little...
Zar" you can't escape now that we're this close "
As Zar proceed to push Whis on to his stomach, face down.
Whis could only submit to what was coming as he blushed from being manhandled by a Saiyan....
The chamber dimmed.
What followed was a long night for both angels, one dominated the other wishing to take the others place in submission.
The universe, politely, looked away.
Except for one female angel..
....
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The Beyonder Notices
Four days later, reality screamed.
The Beyonder arrived without transition no portal, no warning existence folding inward around a will that had never learned restraint.
"So," the Beyonder said, smiling like a child with a new toy, "this is the anomaly."
Zar rose to meet him.
Numbers bent.
Concepts thinned.
Whis moved like a metronome beside Zar, staff striking space at precise instants there, now nudging probability, shaving outcomes, opening windows no mortal could see.
The Beyonder laughed as universes stacked and unstacked, then frowned as Zar's ki learned the rhythm mid‑exchange.
A fist landed.
Not decisive.
Educational.
The Beyonder reeled, surprised rather than defeated, and the moment stretched long enough for Whis to collapse the field and pull Zar free.
"Temporary," Whis said lightly, though his hands trembled.
Zar nodded. "Enough."
The Beyonder's laughter followed them into the rift.
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A Quiet Earth
They searched for food.
Not conquest.
Food.
The trail led them to an Earth that still breathed easily, the X‑Men's world, 2006 years before cosmic fire would crown a host. They chose an island forgotten by maps, waves soft, skies forgiving.
Whis conjured a cottage with a flick of his wrist: stone, wood, warmth. A hearth that knew comfort. Windows that faced the sea.
They rested.
Tension lingered like heat after a storm—glances held too long, proximity chosen rather than accidental. Gina bristled, then softened, then watched with narrowed eyes as Whis drifted closer to Zar again, unafraid.
Zar noticed Gina's jealousy and smiled as he grabbed her, slung her over his shoulder and told Whis to follow...
Doors closed.
The night passed with sounds of Gina getting what she deserves .and the mischievous giggles whis
Morning arrived quieter, with 2 exhausted angels and a Saiyan hilted deep inside Gina and whis was out cold, with bruises on his neck and sore backside..
Zar pulled out of Nina, leaving her feeling empty and got out of bed and went to take a shower
Whis briefly woke up and looked at Gina and Gina glared at whis before turning away and going to the shower with Zar
Before leaving the bedroom she turn to whis and said, "don't follow"
Whis was too tired to bother responding and went back to sleep
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Heaven Builds a Knife
Heaven did not send angels.
It sent absence.
Non‑angel erasure constructs assembled beyond observation, clean, impersonal, tuned to sever an angel's pattern rather than overwrite it. Designed, specifically, to end Whis and Zar
The Grand Priest approved the deployment with a nod.
"Remove the variables ," he said.
Across the sea, on a peaceful island, Whis paused mid‑stretch , a shiver passing through him.
Zar opened one eye.
"They're coming for us ," Zar said.
Whis smiled nervous, thrilled and committed.
"Then we won't be here when they arrive."
The fire crackled.
Outside, the world remained unaware.
End of the chapter