Soft Matter

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Note: it is recommended that you read Insatiable before reading this story.

Roughly three months had passed since the portal containing Majins Walu and Sesami had sputtered open, a gash bleeding light. They had descended upon Universe 5 swiftly, and none had been capable of standing in their way. They picked clean the carcasses of many worlds, consuming billions. All those civilizations vaporizing to candy was little satiation for the eternal hunger of a Majin.

Sesami had noticed that Walu’s appetite had waned considerably since the previous cycle. They exchanged few words, and the warmth between them seemed to be gone. Perhaps the older woman was jealous of her artifacts. As millions fell before them, transforming from screaming meatbags to candy, Sesami sensed that they were drifting apart. Walu didn’t have much to say, and so she too kept up their silence. Her appetite had only grown since she had consumed the artifacts. That Walu could not keep up was a shame, but it wasn’t her fault.

Once, after eradicating some semi-decent civilization, Sesami and Walu stood upon a cliff overlooking a ruined city, its buildings having been made of some fragile glass-like substance. The wind was whipping up a sandstorm as they picked their teeth clean and the sky darkened to rust

“Nothing still?” Walu asked.

Sesami realized where her friend’s hunger had gone. She craved Zalama’s Artifacts. But, like in their native Universe 7, Universe 5 did not seem to have an artifact–or, at least, Sesami couldn’t sense it. For her friend’s sake, she would keep searching.

Sifting through the remains of a galactic cruise ship, corpses turning to taffy and chocolate balls, the demons filled their bellies. They had no need to talk; their hunger ran its course in parallel, fiery streams. Sesami appreciated the void, where actions were all that mattered.

Just then, she perceived the slightest hint of divine energy. Teleporting to Walu and grasping her by the wrist, she flew off with great haste towards the signal. It was massive, and surely divine, though it felt different from the other artifacts. She had the slightest sense something was off.

It took them only an hour to get there. Bichibichi’s was perched upon an oblong asteroid in deep space. Liquifying, the pair slithered into the smoothie shop. Slippery, slimy things that they were, the Majins kept to the shadows, concealing their power levels, for they did not yet know the capabilities of the divine energy guarding Universe 5’s artifact.

They snuck in the back while a pair of employees carried in a crate of Jutoco milk. Up went their tentacles, and as their jaws chewed the candy to dust, they mimicked the clothing of those they had killed and stepped through the nearest half-open door. Walu tried to play it cool, but she had already conjured a straw. The air was pungent with the smell of raw fruit. Sesami licked her lips. Half a dozen workers were operating blenders and depositing the goop into a large vat in the center of the room.

Not wanting to bother with unfinished nonsense, the girls made their way to the dining room, where a waiter was attending two customers.

“Ah, Lords Arak and Beerus, this is the Protein Man shake. It comes with wild space cymen, Jughari milk, Bugavali yogurt, Zarhmelle yogurt, a splash of mogugi fruit, and three cubes of ice.”

“That sounds utterly divine. Give it here,” Beerus rasped. When the waiter handed him the drink, Walu’s hand shot out elastically and grabbed it first. The hairless kitty man restrained her by the wrist, a scowl spreading like a seeping wound on his face. “Give that back, Majin.”

Grinning deviously, Walu stuck her straw into the drink and sucked down the pearl-white smoothie. Beerus’ ears shot up; Sesami felt a pulse of divine energy radiate out from him. Lord Arak gulped down his own smoothie, licked his lips clean, and patted his bulbous belly with much aplomb. Walu beat her chest, hooted, and stuck her tongue out. That must have been a good smoothie. Sesami hadn’t seen her that animated since their previous cycle. Beerus frowned and pointed a claw at Walu. She gasped, breaking from her celebratory dance, only to dissolve away in a cloud of burning energy.

The purple one folded his arms. “I was promised a Protein Shake, and a Protein Shake I shall have.”

“Calm down, Beerus, they’ll make you another one.”

“They have one minute, or I’ll destroy them too.”

Screaming soundlessly into space, Sesami threw her arms back, energy forming in each palm. She froze, realizing that although he wasn’t looking at her, Lord Beerus’ guard was perfect. He had killed Walu with a blast no larger than a fingernail. Backing away, tears in her eyes, the energy melted from her fingertips, and she screamed at the top of her lungs, vanishing in a flash of light.

Arak rose to his feet, his great lumpy potbelly swinging, and called for the waiter. Beerus gasped, his mouth running dry (on account of all the milk and yogurt and blended juices), flung aside his ten-thousand-space-woolong smoothie (which cost a month’s pay for the average shlummy), and scanned the menu desperately for something refreshing, like water. As could be expected, he found nothing of the sort, and truth be told, there wasn’t a water vendor within fifty parsecs, which, he had been learning, was par for the course in Universe 5.