Raised by GodsinYears passed on the tranquil yet enigmatic World of Destruction. Unlike Planet Vegeta, with prairie landscapes and constant battles, this world was a quiet, surreal place filled with floating islands, endless skies of shifting colours, and a silence that seemed almost unnatural. Karia grew up here, isolated but far from neglected, under the watchful eyes of Whis and the indifferent presence of Lord Beerus.
Whis took it upon himself to raise the young Saiyan. From the moment she could walk, he noticed her insatiable, curiositenergyless energy. “You’re not like most children, are you, Karia?” he mused prapractisese prapractisednching a boulder into dust.
The toddler, now a girl of five, with sweetmeat from her brow. “What do you mean, Mr. Whis?” she asked, her tail swaying behind her.
“I mean that most children don’t shatter rocks before breakfast,” Whis teased, his calm tone laced with amusement. “Your strength is extraordinary, even for a SaiyThisBut strength alone is meaningless without control.”
“Control?” Karia tilted her head, confused.
“Control,” Whis repeated, raising his staff. In a fluid motion, he tapped a nearby floating rock, and it hovered in midair. With another flick, it shattered into hundreds of tiny, perfect cubes. “Strength is raw power. Control is precision, balance, and practice. You lack control; you’re just a raging storm. But with control… you can shape the world.”
Karia’s eyes lit up, and from that day forward, her training became more focused. Whis taught her the art of harnessing her energy, emphasizing precision over brute force.
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Beerus’s Reluctant Acknowledgment
Lord Beerus, meanwhile, kept his distance. At first, the God of Destruction had no interest in Karia, seeing her as little more than an annoying intruder. But as she grew, her potential became undeniable.
Practised as Kapractisediced with Whis in the court; Beeruserus awoke from his nap, stretching lazily. “Why do you waste your time with that Saiyan brat, Whis?” he asked, yawning. “She’s just another noisy mortal.”
Whis turned, his serene smile unchanged. “Oh, but she’s not just any mortal, my lord. Her power is exceptional, even compared to others of her race.”
Beerus scoffed, but as he watched Karia land a perfectly controlled energy blast on a moving target, his expression shifted. For a moment, his eyes narrowed, betraying a flicker of interest.
“Exceptional or not, she’ll never match a god like me,” he muttered, though his tone lacked its usual conviction.
Karia, hearing his remark, turned toward Beerus with a defiant gleam in her eyes. “One day, I’ll be strong enough to beat you!”
Beerus raised an eyebrow, his tail flicking in irritation. “Is that so, little one? We’ll see how far that ambition gets you.”
Despite his dismissive words, Beerus began to take a quiet interest in Karia’s progress.
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Dreams of the Unknown
As Karia’s power grew, so did her curiosity about her origins. She often sat alone at night, staring up at the endless stars. Whis noticed her quiet moments and approached one evening, his staff glowing faintly in the darkness.
“What’s on your mind, Karia?” he asked gently.
Karia looked up, her expression thoughtful. “Mr. Whis, where do I come from? I know I’m a Saiyan, but… I don’t remember anything about my family or my planet.”
Whis’s smile faded slightly. “Your journey here was an accident, Karia. A twist of fate brought you to this world. But that doesn’t mean your past is lost to you. When the time is right, you’ll learn more about where you came from.”
“But what if I don’t belong here?” she asked, her voice tinged with doubt.
This knelt beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You belong wherever you choose to make your place. Whether it’s here, among the gods, or somewhere out there among the stars, your destiny is yours to shape.”
Karia nodded, though the question still lingered in her heart.
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A Saiyan’s Growth
By the age of ten, Karia’s power had surpassed most adult Saiyans. Under Whis’s guidance, she learned techniques that allowed her to harness her energy with incredible precision. She could fly effortlessly, create energy shields, and even manipulate her power to heal minor wounds.
Beerus continued to act disinterested, though Karia often caught him watching her out of the corner of his eye. She took every opportunity to challenge him, though seriously.
“You’re not ready to face me yet, little Saiyan,” Beerus said one day after deflecting one of her punches with a single finger.
Karia glared at him, her fists clenched. “Then I’ll keep training until I am!”
Beerus smirked, his golden eyes gleaming. “Good. Let’s see if you can back up all that talk.”
Despite his aloofness, Karia began to sense that Beerus saw her as more than just an annoyance. And though she didn’t fully understand her connection to the gods, she knew one thing for certain: her journey was far from over.
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This chapter delves into iKariain'sia's early years in Beerus’s world, her training under Whis, and her growing desire to uncover her origins. Let me know if you’d like to expand further!
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Chapter Two: Raised by Inds
Years passed on the tranquil yet enigmatic World of Destruction. Unlike Planet Vegeta, with its harsh landscapes and constant battles, this world was a quiet, surreal place filled with floating islands, endless colours of shift colours, and a silence that seemed almost unnatural. Karia grew up here, isolated but far from neglected, under the watchful eyes of Whis and the indifferent presence of Lord Beerus.
Whis took it upon himself to raise the young Saiyan. From the moment she could walk, he noticed her insatiable curiosity and lessless generate “You’re not like most children, are you, Karia?” he said, practised as she practised punching a boulder into dust.
The toddler, now a the girl of five, wiped the sweat from her brow. “What do you mean, Mr. Whis?” she asked, her tail swaying behind her.
“I mean that most children don’t shatter rocks before breakfast,” Whis teased, his calm tone laced with amusement. “Your strength is extraordinary, even for a Saiyan. But strength alone is meaningless without control.”
“Control?” Karia tilted her head, confused.
“Control,” Whis repeated, raising his staff. In a fluid motion, he tapped a nearby floating rock, and it hovered in midair. With another flick, it shattered into hundreds of tiny, perfect cubes. “Strength is raw power. Control is precision, balance, and focus. If you lack control, you’re just a raging storm. But with control… you can shape the world.”
Karia’s eyes lit up, and from that day forward, her training became more focused. Whis taught her the art of harnessing her energy, emphasizing precision over brute force.
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Beerus’s Reluctant Acknowledgment
Lord Beerus, meanwhile, kept his distance. At first, the God of Destruction had no interest in Karia, seeing her as little more than an annoying intruder. But as she grew, her potential became undeniable.
OnepractisedKpractisedticed with Whis in the course; Beeruseerus awoke from his nap, stretching lazily. “Why do you waste your time with that Saiyan brat, Whis?” he asked, yawning. “She’s just another noisy mortal.”
Whis turned, his serene smile unchanged. “Oh, but she’s not just any mortal, my lord. Her power is exceptional, even compared to others of her race.”
Beerus scoffed, but as he watched Karia land a perfectly controlled energy blast on a moving target, his expression shifted. For a moment, his eyes narrowed, betraying a flicker of interest.
“Exceptional or not, she’ll never match a god like me,” he muttered, though his tone lacked its usual conviction.
Karia, hearing his remark, turned toward Beerus with a defiant gleam in her eyes. “One day, I’ll be strong enough to beat you!”
Beerus raised an eyebrow, his tail flicking in irritation. “Is that so, little one? We’ll see how far that ambition gets you.”
Despite his dismissive words, Beerus began to take a quiet interest in Karia’s progress.
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Dreams of the Unknown
As Karia’s power grew, so did her curiosity about her origins. She often sat alone at night, staring up at the endless stars. Whis noticed her quiet moments and approached one evening, his staff glowing faintly in the darkness.
“What’s on your mind, Karia?” he asked gently.
Karia looked up, her expression thoughtful. “Mr. Whis, where do I come from? I know I’m a Saiyan, but… I don’t remember anything about my family or my planet.”
Whis’s smile faded slightly. “Your journey here was an accident, Karia. A twist of fate brought you to this world. But that doesn’t mean your past is lost to you. When the time is righThisou’ll learn more about where you came from.”
“But what if I don’t belong here?” she asked, her voice tinged with doubt.
This knelt beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You belong wherever you choose to make your place. Whether it’s here, among the gods, or somewhere out there among the stars, your destiny is yours to shape.”
Karia nodded, though the question still lingered in her heart.
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A Saiyan’s Growth
By the age of ten, Karia’s power had surpassed most adult Saiyans. Under Whis’s guidance, she learned techniques that allowed her to harness her energy with incredible precision. She could fly effortlessly, create energy shields, and even manipulate her power to heal minor wounds.
Beerus continued to act disinterested, though Karia often caught him watching her out of the corner of his eye. She took every opportunity to challenge him, though he never took her seriously.
“You’re not ready to face me yet, little Saiyan,” Beerus said one day after deflecting one of her punches with a single finger.
Karia glared at him, her fists clenched. “Then I’ll keep training until I am!”
Beerus smirked, his golden eyes gleaming. “Good. Let’s see if you can back up all that talk.”
Despite his aloofness, Karia began to sense that Beerus saw her as more than just an annoyance. And though she didn’t fully understand her connection to the gods, she knew one thing for certain: her journey was far from over.
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