Conton City Tournament

Chapter 1: Preparations

Hey everyone, John here and we are back with another story. This time, Dragon Ball! For anyone who doesn't know, I wrote a small one-shot Dragon Ball Z one shot to see if it got good reception. It did and as promised, I have returned with a proper story. Before I continue, if anyone hasn't watched Dragon Ball Super, this story will contain major spoilers for that so word of warning. Let's explain the summary.

This story is set within the Xenoverse world, specifically set after the first game, but before the second. The story will focus on both original characters and on the classic characters we know and love. It is set after all the main Dragon Ball events to from Super and onward. I would like to thank my friends Tom and Aric for helping me come up with the concept and for their characters. Here is chapter 1, hope you guys and gals enjoy, don't be afraid to hit that review button and have fun.


Conton City, home to the time patrollers, home to the various citizens, but most importantly, protector of reality itself. Here they monitored all of time itself, watching over history to protect any unauthorised changes. Almost two years had passed since Demon God Demigra. Though the damage had been catastrophic and almost cost them reality itself, the combined efforts of the Supreme Kai of Time Chronoa and her time patrollers had successful rebuilt Toki Toki City into a new industry, five times bigger than before.

Assisted with the help of Elder Kai, they were able construct a powerful invisible barrier around the Time Nest and Conton City to prevent further attacks. With the increase of time patrollers, they needed the extra space, but that didn't mean this place was a mere location for the Time Nest. Smaller locations were utilised to help assist everyone: A patroller academy to train new recruits, forest to help Namekians farm, business industry to help with shopping needs and many more.

But most importantly was their new martial arts arena.

Chronoa personally supervised the construction of the area, a small smile raised with both hands rested on her hips. Unfortunately, her new co-worker didn't seem to share her enthusiasm.

"I still don't understand the need for this tournament," Elder Kai said as he stood beside her. "It's a waste of time if you want my opinion."

Chronoa sighed in annoyance. "How many times do I have to tell you, old man? We're building this tournament to test the new abilities of our patrollers. With so many new recruits, we can't be expected to train each one individually. Experience outweighs training, you know."

"What?!" Elder Kai exclaimed. "That makes no sense. How can they be expected to fight without training? If you were as wise as I were, you would understand that."

Sometimes Chronoa questioned how she restrained herself from slapping the elderly kai before her. After rubbing her face, she turned to address him firmly with a small hint of sass. "One: I'm the Supreme Kai of Time, only ones wiser than I are Grand Minister and Grand Zeno himself. Two: we're doing this tournament to not only test their power, but their will. Training is useless if they don't have the confidence to attack foes head on. If Mira and Towa are still out there, they need to be ready. This tournament will test their limits."

Although her explanation had strong reasoning, Elder Kai still wasn't on the same page. "And what of the time patroller who defeated Demigra? Was it too much to ask him to stick around as our main patroller?"

"Zuchi and Trunks are partners now," Chronoa reminded. "They're personally overseeing the production of Conton City, they don't have the time nor strength to keep switching. That's why our new head patroller will be appointed by the end of this tournament. The winner will personally receive training from myself. That all make sense to you or do I need to draw you a chart?"

"You watch your tone, missy," Elder Kai replied, shaking his fist in annoyance. "I have an important role as a kai, you know!"

Chronoa scoffed. "As if, you're not even a Supreme Kai anymore! That title went to your descendent Shin. Even if you were, I outrank you, so I say we're doing the tournament, like it or not."

Elder Kai opened his mouth to reply but closed it abruptly. Though he would never admit it loud in favour of his pride, there was no action that would prevent this. He grasped his hands behind his back while hunched over. "Very well. I must caution you though: what is to prevent this tournament from getting out of hand? Do you not recall the Tournament of Power?"

"Yes, I recall the Tournament of Power, as I do with all of history," Chronoa reminded with both arms spread to emphasis her point. "Supreme Kai of Time, remember?"

"You know what I mean," Elder Kai responded. "Seven universes were erased that day."

"And they were brought back," Chronoa countered. "No, it's not going to be that serious. We're doing do this by traditional Budokai rules."

Elder Kai raised an eyebrow. "I see. And how exactly do you intend to gather contestants for the tournament? There are well over one-thousand warriors in this very city."

"Simple," Chronoa smiled. She raised one arm without moving eye-contact and snapped her fingers. Before long, her lifelong companion Tokitoki perched upon her arm while dropping a small chart within her hand that she proceeded to examine. "According to our statistics gathered by Bulma, these are accurate readings on our top two-hundred fighters. Traditional rules have one-hundred and thirty-seven fighters in the elimination rounds. We'll just gather them from these readings and invite them on the day."

"Seems like you have all this whole tournament planned," Elder Kai noted. "A pity your cooking skills aren't as a good as your organisational abilities."

"What do you mean? I'm a great cook!" she protested defensively. However, a small detail on the chart appeared in the corner of her eyes, drifting her attention from the previous subject. She studied the chart once more, raising an eyebrow curiously. "That's odd."

"What is?"

"According to the information, our top three fighters aren't residing in Conton City as of now," Chronoa explained. "One resides on New Namek of Universe 7, another in space of Universe 11 and the other…No, that can't be right. Beerus' planet!?

Hearing the name of his former life link, Elder Kai felt a rush of panic spread over him as he stood upright, his eyebrows and moustache raised high. "Beerus?! Is he insane?! Don't tell me he's trying to take on the God of Destruction himself!?"

"How should I know?!"

"You're the Supreme Kai!"

"Of time, not worlds!"

Elder Kai slammed a hand to his face as he resumed his usual hunched over position. "Let's hope that isn't the case. Who are these patrollers exactly?"

Upon calming her nerves, Chronoa resumed her friendly composure and examined her notes thoroughly. "Let's see…"


Beerus' Planet, home to the God of Destruction himself. Not many mortals had the privilege of visiting this world often and those who had that rare opportunity to do so arrived for one purpose online: training. To learn under a deity was an honour that many martial artists would jump at the chance to get.

Only one had that privilege.

Under the watchful eye of his mentor, the Saiyan Kyūri trained, utilising the Crane-style Kung Fu combined with that of Shūkōkai. He shadowed fighting with himself while wearing special weights attached to his wrists and ankles. At first, these bulks had restrained him to the point he could no longer move, but after extensive training, they were almost as light as a feather. Nothing could stop him now.

While Beerus leaned back against a tree with both arms rested behind his head, the familiar sound of his attendant approached, one hand politely behind his back with the other wielding his staff. "Your student certainly has come a long way, my Lord. If I don't know any better, I'd swear you were forming a connection of sorts."

Beerus scoffed to his attendant's suggestion. "I don't make friends, Whis, nor do I care for a connection of any kind. He is simply here for the possibility of becoming my successor. I've dealt with enough Saiyans for one lifetime."

"As you say, my Lord," Whis smiled and joined his superior in watching the progress of their student. "However, you cannot deny his progress. Goku and Vegeta didn't achieve this level of progress in such a short time span. I must say, these Saiyans certainly are an interesting race."

Admittedly, Beerus couldn't deny that. In all the eons he had lived, never had another race given him trouble. Goku as a Super Saiyan God had persisted more times than he could count. Though he would never admit it, he was concerned with their progress. If Goku or Vegeta truly mastered Ultra Instinct, could they possibly surpass him? Would they dare to approach challenge him once more?

His thoughts were broken as Whis' staff begun to glow with a small humming. Curiously, the angel examined the orb resting upon the tip. "It appears that we have a call coming in."

"I trust Bulma is offering us a delicacy of sorts?" Beerus assumed.

Whis softly shook his head. "No, this call isn't from Earth."

Within his orb, a familiar kai appeared on the other end, waving to him with an enthusiastic greeting. "Hello Whis! It's been a while."

"Ahh, the Supreme Kai of Time," Whis returned the greeting. Unlike his student, he was taught manners and respect. "It certainly has been quite some time. I trust things are well in Toki Toki City?"

"They're perfect," Chronoa agreed. "But it's not Toki Toki anymore, we renamed it Conton City."

"I see," Whis acknowledged. "Do what do I owe the pleasure of this call?"

Before she could answer, Beerus unexpectedly appeared beside his attended, staring down the Supreme Kai with his usual fearsome frown. Upon seeing the God of Destruction, she dropped her happy state to one of terror. "Oh, uh, good day, Lord Beerus."

"Chronoa," Beerus responded. "I haven't seen you since that Demigra had the nerve to try and control me. That makes me very angry thinking about it."

Summoning all her willpower to remain calm, Chronoa responded with a small hint of fear. "Um, uh, all is well, Lord Beerus. No danger here!"

"Good," Beerus replied.

Noting her nervous state, Whis took it on himself to reply. "As I was saying, I trust you didn't call for a social chat. Is there something we may help you with?"

Chronoa nodded. "Yes, I am looking one of my patrollers. According to my reports, he's currently residing on your world."

"Kyūri," Beerus corrected, but spoken louder than necessary, no doubt using the opportunity to summon his student.

The Saiyan ceased his fighting and approached his mentors, standing beside Beerus while joining the call. "You called, Lord Beerus?"

"Seems you have a fan," Beerus noted, nodding his head towards the staff.

With a gentle wave of his staff, Whis released him of his weights. As his hands and legs became significantly lighter, Kyūri narrowed his eyes towards the live call and raised an eyebrow. "Supreme Kai of Time?"

"Hello Kyūri," Chronoa greeted. "Have to say, I didn't believe the reports when they said you were on Beerus' Planet."

"Is there a point to your call?" Beerus asked impatiently. "I'm not exactly in the talking mood."

Chronoa nodded. "Right. Elder Kai and I are hosting a tournament to select a potential candidate as our head patroller. We've narrowed Kyūri down as one of the strongest fighters. If you're interested, we'd love for you to compete. It's your decision, of course and we understand if you're busy. But the offer's there. It will begin in two days by Earth time."

This was a surprise and interesting proposal no doubt. Kyūri opened his mouth to accept, but then it dawned on him his mentor was beside him. "Lord Beerus? What do you think?"

The God of Destruction narrowed his eyes towards his student and then back to the Supreme Kai, no doubt considering the offer. Last tournament he attended almost cost them their universe thanks to Goku's recklessness and the previous they won by a miracle thanks to Hit faking defeat against Monaka.

The silence that filled the air left everyone concerned. Chronoa was more nervous than the rest despite residing light years away from their world. No one expected Beerus to raise a small smile. "On behalf of my student, we accept."

"Really?" Chronoa replied, receiving a small nod in response. She beamed for joy and raised her hands high. "Excellent! We're honoured to have you participate."

Kyūri was certainly surprised. "Lord Beerus? Are you certain?"

"You've trained under my guidance for six months now, this tournament of theirs could push you beyond your limits," Beerus explained forthright. "There will no doubt be strong fighters. If you truly are to be my successor, this will be the perfect opportunity. A God of Destruction, a tournament champion and the Head Time Patroller."

"Quite the resume, wouldn't you agree?" Whis added.

Kyūri wouldn't deny that. As a Saiyan, his desire to fight was very strong and difficult to control. The thought of putting his newfound strength to the test gave him a sense of satisfaction. He crossed both arms and nodded. "Very well. As my mentor said: I'm in."

Beerus turned his attention towards the Supreme Kai of Time. "Chronoa, I will be joining your tournament personally as one of your spectators. This is an opportunity I will see with my own eyes. You will construct a luxury booth for my attendant and I to join you and I want the cosiest cushions you can muster. Do I make myself clear?"

Chronoa nodded, not daring to consider consequence of refusal. "Crystal. Anything else?"

"Yes, an unlimited supply of ice cream whenever I desire," Beerus requested.

"Any flavour?"

"Surprise me."

"Very well, everything will be prepared in two Earth days," Chronoa reminded. "I look forward to seeing all of you there. Bye!"

The transmission abruptly ended, leaving the three beings alone once more. Suffice to say, none were expecting this sudden news to hit them. Satisfied with the results, Beerus turned towards his student once more. "Pack your things, Kyūri."


New Namek, home to the Namekians of Universe 7 for over ten years now. Following the destruction of the original Namek by Frieza, the revived Namekians needed a new home. With the help of King Kai, they were transported to a planet with an atmosphere identical to that of Namek, and thus the Namekians were wished to that world after bidding farewell to their friends from Earth.

Since then, things had been relatively peaceful. Up until recently, that is. A band of pirates led by remnants of Frieza's previous army had been bold enough to try and attack their planet as an act of vengeance. While the Namekians were prepared this time after the previous invasion, there was no longer a reason for them to fight.

Their new saviour had personally overseen their protection.

Marra meditated within the open fields of New Namek, eyes closed, and arms folded while utilising a small amount of energy to levitate about the ground. A sense of relief echoed her mind as the peaceful atmosphere of New Namek washed around her. This planet had a lot to offer, not just for her martial arts training but for her mental concentration too.

Her peaceful thoughts were disrupted as her senses a familiar energy. Without opening her eyes, she addressed the elderly Namekian standing beside her. "You don't need to visit me each morning, Grand Elder."

"It is no bother," Moori reassured. "I feel it is my duty as Grand Elder to make your stay as welcoming as possible. Were it not for your assistance, our planet may have fallen to certain doom."

"Think nothing of it," Marra reassured. "Is there another reason you're here?"

Moori nodded. "Yes. I have a message this morning, someone named the Supreme Kai of Time."

Recognising the name of her former employer, Marra snapped out of her trance and stood firmly, approaching the elderly Namekian. "What did she say?"

"She would like to invite you to their first tournament of Conton City, said the reward was for position of Head Time Patroller," Moori explained. "Quite an opportunity, I say you should take this chance while it lasts."

No doubt Marra was excited to participate with a chance to win. However, a small sense of guilt made her think otherwise. "But what of New Namek?"

Moori held up his hand to silence her. "Think nothing of it, my child. Now go, win the tournament and claim your prize. We will be fine. You have our thanks for everything."

Though a part of her said otherwise, Marra nodded and accepted her destiny. Donning her black trench coat, she closed both eyes and placed the two tips of her fingers against her forehead. Faster than the speed of light, she vanished away from New Namek thanks to Instant Transmission.


Hadasamuidesu never asked for this. As a frost demon, he was amongst the strongest of the universe, the most powerful of opponents who could crush any being before them, only rivalled by the Gods and those with significantly higher power levels. And yet, here he was, reduced to nothing more than a lost soul aboard a spaceship.

When he joined the time patrollers, he was promised action, adventure, the opportunity to gain experience beyond the average person. Now here he was, positioned on a spaceship with nothing more than a band of mercenaries.

"This is what our kind have been reduced to," Hadasamuidesu sighed as he gazed out the window, the emptiness of space filling the painful silence. "We were once amongst the strongest of the universe, feared by many. What I wouldn't give to return to the glory of battle! To rule over the universe! To-"

"Commander!"

Growling in frustration, the frost demon shifted towards his lacky, a simple human with a power level of ten. "How many times do I have to tell you about interrupting me?! Do you not know how to knock?!"

Startled by his outburst, the mercenary backed away in terror. With speed beyond his abilities, Hadasamuidesu charged directly in front of the terrified human.

"Well?! What is it?" Hadasamuidesu questioned impatiently, but the trembling mercenary fell silent. He raised his hand and knocked his hand gently against his forehead. "Just as a I suspected: hollow. You moron! Now speak!"

Finally gathering his words, the mercenary held up a note within his grasp, hand shaking from fear. "A-A-A-A letter f-f-f-r you-y-y-y-, Commander."

Hadasamuidesu snatched the letter from his grasp. Raising his other hand, a single red beam shot from the tip of his finger, burning directly through the poor human's shoulder. The mercenary collapsed, screaming as he clutched a hand over his burning shoulder, the pain forcing him to the ground in anguish. Hadasamuidesu scoffed to his cries. "Quit crying, it was a flesh wound. Now get out of my sight."

Without risking his own life further, the whimpering human stumbled out of his quarters. Now alone once more, Hadasamuidesu opened the note and examined the contents. Immediately, his anger vanished and changed to that of joy. "Tournament for head time patroller…Interesting…If I win this title, then this means no more playing Mr. Nice Mercenary."

Swiftly, he placed a finger against his visor and opened communications towards the bridge. "Captain, set course for Conton City. It's time to pay the Supreme Kai of Time a visit."


And that wraps up chapter 1. Thanks to everyone who read the chapter, I should have the following chapters come along shortly. As I mentioned above, don't be afraid to review and express your thoughts. And furthermore, next chapter will introduce some familiar faces. See you guys then.

Now keeping up with the traditional method of Dragon Ball names, each of the characters introduced in this chapter is a pun.

Marra is a pun on "Marrow", a type of vegetable.

Kyūri is Japanese for "Cucumber", a type of vegetable.

Hadasamuidesu is Japanese for "It is chilly", keeping with the names of something cold while also not making it a simple pun.