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The high-tech gravity chamber was usually a place of grim intensity, but that day the air was thick with a very different kind of tension. Vegeta was in the middle of a high-intensity set of one-armed pushups when he felt a familiar, heavy weight settle on the small of his back.
He didn't even stop his count. "Get off, pest."
Sparky simply let out a rhythmic vrum-vrum purr, its iridescent scales shimmering under the red lights of the chamber. It wasn't just sitting there; it was increasing its own mass to "help" Vegeta train.
Vegetas arms trembled as the floor beneath him began to crack. "I said... off!"
With a bored chirp, the dragon vanished in a spark of white light, reappearing on the control console. It tilted its head, looked at the big red "Increase Intensity" button, and stepped on it with a dainty paw.
The gravity spiked to 500x. Vegeta slammed into the floor with a grunt of pure rage. "You little—!"
Outside the chamber, the observation deck was crowded. Goku was pressed against the glass, looking delighted, while Trunks sat nearby, trying to read a technical manual despite the dragon-shaped creature currently occupying his lap.
Wait. Trunks looked down. There was a Sparky in his lap. He looked through the glass. There was another Sparky stepping on the buttons in the gravity room.
"Uh, Dad?" Trunks called out, his voice cracking. "There are two of them now."
Beerus, who had stopped by for some of Bulma's premium strawberry shortcake, dropped his fork. The silver utensil didn't hit the floor; it froze mid-air, turned into a butterfly made of blue fire, and fluttered away.
"No," Beerus whispered, his face fading into the sickly, pale lavender of a budget grape popsicle. "No, no, no. Its Chronos-Splitting!"
"Chronos-Splitting?" Goku asked, reaching out to try and catch the fire-butterfly.
"When a Weaver refuses to compromise, it can overlap its own timeline!" Beerus shrieked, clutching his head. "There aren't two dragons! There is one dragon existing in two places at once because it wanted to annoy Vegeta and nap at the same time!"
Inside the chamber, Vegeta had managed to stand up, his aura flaring Blue. He lunged for the dragon on the console, but the creature simply chirped and flickered out of existence, leaving behind a small, glowing pile of... glitter?
"Its mocking me!" Vegeta yelled, his voice muffled by the reinforced glass. "Trunks, get in here and take your lizard where it belongs before I blast it into the next dimension!"
Trunks sighed, petting the Sparky in his lap. The creature leaned into his hand, its scales feeling like warm velvet. "I can't, Dad. He's bonded, remember? If I go to the Primordial Plain, Im pretty sure I have to stay there."
Beerus was now vibrating with such anxiety that he was accidentally blurring. "Whis! We have to leave! It's multiplying its presence! Soon there will be a Weaver in the kitchen, a Weaver in the garden, a Weaver in my dreams!"
"Actually, Lord Beerus," Whis said, peering down with a small smile. "There is already one in your transport box."
Beerus froze. He slowly turned around to look at the luxury carry-case he used for snacks. A small, violet-and-gold tail was sticking out from under the lid. A muffled, smug chirp echoing from inside.
Beerus didn't scream. He didn't rant. He simply turned around, walked to the edge of the balcony, and prepared to throw himself into the koi pond.
"Don't worry, Lord Beerus!" Goku shouted, finally catching the fire-butterfly, which promptly turned back into a fork. "He’s just playing!"
"It's a singularity with a snout, you imbecile!" Beerus wailed, splashing into the water.
Trunks just leaned back against his chair, the dragon on his lap letting out a content sigh. He looked at the fork in Gokus hand, the angry Saiyan in the gravity room, and the God in the pond.
"Well," Trunks muttered, closing his eyes. "At least Ill have a great answer the next time someone asks if anything interesting happened over the weekend."