Pitza Tries Pizza

It's late in Conton City. The sun was dipped below the horizon and only a waning red tinted the skies, ready to be enveloped by night. The citizens and patrollers of the city were making their ways home, finished with their days work, and life on the streets was dwindling. However, one solitary soul still skulked around, a particularly hungry looking saiyan. She was but a few days old to this neighbourhood, with no bearings on where to go or what to do.

Pitza, the somewhat primitive saiyan, had spent much of her day searching the outskirts of Conton, in hopes of finding some animals she could hunt and consume for sustainence. Unfortunately, her efforts were fruitless. She was now a starving monkey, wandering around, completely oblivious on how to make use of restaurants, cafeterias or money for snacks. She walked with a slump, her ponytail looking frayed, her face seeming rather dismal looking.

"Pitza... so hungry... want food..." she murmured in repetition as she scuffed her feet along the ground. In the past, she'd been used to hunting her food or being simply given it at specific times of the day. Now she was a part of the Time Patrol, her whole lifestyle had been shaken up just that little bit more. Soon enough, she caught scent of something. Her nostrils flared as she took in the aroma, straightening her body up and glacing in the direction. "Smells good." she stated. It was certainly warm smelling, and perhaps meaty.

Taking what little energy she had, she began a more composed walk in the direction of the smell, her saiyan nose guiding her like a bloodhound. Eventually, she came to the window of a house. It had been opened a little, allowing the scent to escape outdoors. She hopped up, planting her feet on the wall and gripping the windowsill, in order to look in. She saw a tray of some rather unremarkable looking white puffs, swirled at the top. This tray of delicious meaty buns wasn't much to look at, but the smell was all Pitza needed to know it was edible.

Without thinking, Pitza lifted the window up a little more, to reach her hand in and snag one of these pockets full of meat. She felt the heat off them on the palm of her hand, but just as she tried to snag one, she heard a loud scrape.
"HEY!" followed soon after, followed by Pitza's hand being smacked by a burning host spatula.
"Ukyiiiiiiiii!" she wailed in pain, whipping her hand back and tumbling from the window with her blades clattering, grasping her wrist and immediately blowing onto her seared hand. The person, an angry looking Frieza Race member, hoisted the window up and leant out to give Pitza a piece of their mind.
"Find your own food! Don't go stealing from our plates! Damned monkey!" they shouted at Pitza, before pulling back into their house and slamming the window shut.

After a few moments of blowing her hand, Pitza hopped up, with some nasty remarks of her own.
"You deny hungry saiyan?! You pay for un-niceness!" she retorted grasping the hilt of one of her blades, ready to cut this home in half and take the food she wanted. But before she could cleave things apart, another aroma caught her nostrils. This time it was more than simply meat. A cornucopia of various aromas were now plunging into her nose, sending a tremble down Pitza that forced her arm to drop.

A trail of drool dangled from her mouth, Pitza resuming her earlier zombie state as she followed the scent of new food once more. As she approached a hedgeline, she saw beyond it a bright set of lights, and what looked to be the top of an umbrella. She was all set to waltz on through the foliage until she heard a pair of voices.
"Deeeeeeeeelicious! Whis, this Perry Perry Pizza is delicious, so much bite to it!" exclaimed one deep voice, sounding delighted at whatever they had back there.
"I believe it was called 'Piri Piri', Lord Beerus." retorted another voice. The first voice seemed to ignore the remark, with only chewing and lip-smacking noises to follow.

Pitza ducked behind the hedgerow, wiping her lip clean of drool, peering through to see just who it was beyond. The God of Destruction, Beerus and his attendant Angel, Whis. A few cogs had to turn in Pitza's brain, as the pair seemed familiar. Then it hit her, as she smacked her palm with a fist. The purple haired man told her never to mess with these two, or she'd be... destroyed? Her expression gloomed over. She had seen food and it turned out to be the dinner of the strongest individual in the universe. She flopped down, cross legged, now gazing at the slice of pizza that Beerus was so gracefully chowing down on. Her stomach growled slightly in response, as though to rub salt into the wound she felt.

"Ah, Lord Beerus. I believe we have a visitor this evening."

As she heard this, Pitza went completely rigid. Trunks had spent a good 2 hours before, trying to make her realize how dangerous Beerus could be, given that she would likely be... the second individual to callously approach him. But now she'd been rumbled and those 2 hours hit her in half a second. Beerus stopped just short of finishing another piece of crust off, glancing over at the hedge that Whis was directing his gaze at.
"Hey. Come out from behind there, or I'll just destroy you now!" Beerus shouted over the hedge. Pitza gulped, and quickly stood up, passing through the hedgerow quickly. Her eyes were clenched shut, mouth pursed, hands clasped down in front as she attempted to bow as Trunks had taught her. But she wasn't an expert in eloquence, so her 'bow' looked move like a fearful clench.

"Oh, just another one of those Time Patrollers. Has the time traveller been speaking well of me to you all?" Beerus addressed Pitza dismissively. She snatched another slice of pizza, which Pitza's eyes fell upon. Another stomach growl followed.
"Trunks... speak well of Lord Beerus. Yes." she mumbled, watching the slice be devoured bit by bit. Whis caught on all too easily as to why Pitza was skulking around, while Beerus simply grunted, too enamoured by his food to care now.
"Well, I'm sure Trunks told you why it was a bad idea to antagonize Lord Beerus. What brought you to spy on us then?" the attendent asked Pitza. The direct question was enough to break Pitza out of her fearful stance and relax a little more, but Whis was always far more approachable an individual.
"Pitza is just hungry! She could not find food during light time but smelt that food in night time!" she explained with devotion.

Beerus gave another look in after hearing this.
"Pitza? Did you say your name was... Pitza?" he asked. The jungleborn saiyan nodded. Beerus broke out into a smirk, and then a chuckle. "Now that's a delicious irony. Pitza comes looking for Pizza."
Although he garnered a dainty laugh from Whis, Pitza tilted her head a little, confused. Beerus, as the epicurean he thought himself to be, realized why the joke fell flat on the saiyan. "Have you... never heard of pizza before? Tried it?" he asked assettively. Pitza simply shook her head. The God of Destruction gazed over at the stacks of pizza he had acquired for the evening of culinary hedonism.

A few moments passed, Whis simply watching Beerus, Pitza watching the pile of pizzas.
"Oh, fine. You can have one of these pizzas. By the time I'm done with the rest, the pizza boy can bring me a replacement anyway, or I'll destroy his job." he stated. Whis tapped his staff on the ground after taking Beerus' words as approval. One of the boxes seemed to shift from the pile, and float towards Pitza, whom gleefully snagged it up. She once again tried to bow, her ponytail flipping up and over herself as she did, covering her face.
"Pitza thanks Lord Beerus for food!"

She flopped to the ground, cross legged again, and opened up the box. As she did, she was bombarded by a wealth of steam and aromas which almost bedazzled her with stimulus. What she saw past the steam was even greater. A platter of meats, sauces, cheese and tomato, peppers and chilis, all arranged into a delightful pattern upon a circular tray of baked dough. She couldn't comprehend all that, but the drool from earlier found its way out from her mouth again.
"Well don't just stare at it. You're supposed to do this." Beerus piped up again, the instructor of all dinnertimes. Pitza watched him snag a slice by the crust, pulling it away from the rest as the melted cheese pulled apart from its sides.

Pitza followed suit, digging in and pulling a slice away. It was a little hot, but well within her tolerances as a saiyan. She didn't hesitate on the next part though, jamming the triangular shaped slice straight into her mouth and taking a great big bite.

Her eyes literally lit up as the flavours hit her. Steak, bacon, chicken, sausage, peppers, chilis, tomato and cheese... mixed with her own tears of delight as she chewed away at the slice, letting the flavour linger for what felt like an eternity to an observing Beerus and Whis. Bit by bit, the slice was consumed, until finally, with a few satisfying sounding crunches, Pitza finally finished her first slice of Pizza.

The Destroyer hesitated in his next question, a little wary of the response he'd get, and rightly so.
"So, how was the first taste of pizza you've ever had?" he asked. His eyes widened as he watched the female saiyan suddenly bound into the air, swinging her arms and legs outward.
"Pizza super tasty! Pitza want more!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, springing up and down like an excited chimp. Her excitement seemed to go a little far, as she burst with ki for a moment. She paused in the air for the moment, before realizing she'd turned Super Saiyan on accident. She quickly reverted and landed beside her pizza once more.

"So she's a Super Saiyan too..." Beerus muttered under his breath for reasons unknown, receiving a cursory nod from Whis.
"Quite an excitable one too! It seems you've introduced her to something delightful, Lord Beerus." Whis followed on. "Another good deed to mark you on! Ohohohoho!"
Whis' laughter made Beerus recoil slightly, grumbling about his position slowly being ruined by his kindness, but he gave a small smile afterward. At least he'd got someone else into food he considered to be 'absolutely delicious'.

Pitza's pizza was soon devoured, the young saiyan sparkling with satisfaction and delight. Not only had she found food, she'd found her first favourite food ever. As she looked up from her repast, she saw Beerus look sufficiently more devious than before.
"Oi, Whis, which pizza was it that was called the 'Magma Massacre'?" he asked. Once more, another box seemed to fly out and towards Pitza. She gave a little coo at the sight of being offered another meal, but she accepted it with as much grace as she could muster. This time, the pizza appeared far more red looking. The meats were bathed in a dark red sauce, the vegetables were all red and green, and the smell of it stung her eyes and nostrils. But food was food.

Another slice, another bite. At this point, Beerus had snuck up closer, wanting to get a good look at her reaction to this little prank he had in mind. As she bit into it, and chewed for a moment, she suddenly paused. Her dark skin began to tint with red, her eyes watering for a moment. Beerus, expecting her to launch off and flee in search of water, did not anticipate the reaction.
"Shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" was the noise she made, as she suddenly spit out a jet of flame, straight onto the face of the God of Destruction. His face blackened, her immediately responded the only way he could.

"Why you! I'll completely destroy you for th--" he said, as a cheery Pitza looked up at the burnt face of Beerus, smiling and seemingly laughing. Before Beerus could muster up any means to destroy her, Whis intervened.
"Now now, Lord Beerus, this was YOUR idea. And that may be entirely natural for her to spit flames, so you cant destroy her for that." Whis explained. "Oh but your face! Ohohoho!"
"Kch, you were expecting more misery for me than her, weren't you?" he scowled.

"Shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"
Another geyser of flame spat from Pitza, this time straight upwards. Beerus gave up on the possible argument, Whis still chuckling at his burnt look.
And Pitza happily ate her pizza long into the night.