There is not much to say. I just want to apologize for some logical errors here and there. Enjoy!

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Bills harshly swallowed the knot that had formed in his throat, felt even more sweat running down the sides of his face, and the purple of his body had paled. Whis had dropped his sceptre from the impact, his face had an expression of absolute horror and he was breathing too fast.

Sweat, tachycardia, tremors in their entire bodies.

And all to have in front of the most devastatingly dangerous entities that any universe can harbor.

Lambadelta looked a bit confused, her head falling at her side, curious. Her great crimson eyes danced on each of the people below, making a mental note of each delicate detail of their appearances and memorizing them perfectly; Bernkastel, of course, did exactly the same.

Lamba has to say that, without a doubt, two of the bunch were the ones that looked the most interesting to her. They were the white alien and the purple god of destruction, Frieza and Bills, her mind did not take long to float the data. She spent a nanosecond in what her magic acted; Lambadelta and Bernkastel's minds were filled with the entire life of each of the fighters in front of them.

Their tragic past, their happy present and even the future held for them.

Although of course that is more than modifiable. The blonde-haired woman thought, a sharp smirk on her pink lips. Bern narrowed her dark eyes with barely contained amusement. A shiver ran through those present.

If danger had a smell… it would surely smell like candy and wine.

…..

The warriors could not be more lost. They knew absolutely nothing about the sudden flying girls who had appeared within a sea of golden butterflies, and who had only been looking at them, or rather, investigative them.

Goku had raised his voice, greeting them in a nice way, but the girls looked at him for a moment, and then brushed him completely. Although this surprised Goku, he did not comment anything about it.

However, what really bothered them were Bills and Whis. Those who had not articulated a word since they had appeared or rather, since their power could be felt; and their faces were all a poem, an expression of absolute dread and shock. Considering who they were, for them to have such a palpable fear towards those girls ... it gave them a very good idea of who they were.

Piccolo in particular, had a very bad feeling growing from within himself. They looked harmless, but somehow, deep inside his heart he knew that nothing was further from reality; trying to think of them as harmless was as impossible as thinking that a normal human could travel from the earth to the sun walking.

Extremely dangerous. Get out of there.

His brain warned, nerves that had never felt in any situation, bloomed on the skin of his body, making him shiver.

N.17 felt the same. He did not know why, the android did not even know them or the extensive power that they surely possessed, but a feeling so alien to himself suddenly appeared, causing his fingers to tremble without him wanting and with that bubbles in his chest, he placed in a position of defence rigidly. Fear.

They unnerved him, in a very strange way. But they unnerved him.

He thought about his wife for a moment.

Lapis really regretted having accepted to participate in this stupid tournament.

…

Slowly, they began to descend, alerting all present and bristling the hairs of his body when their little feet touched the ground; a wave of electricity had run through them completely, and they were sure that they had not even tried to do that.

Finally, recovering a bit of his sense, Whis again had the ability to move his joints and voice; breathing deeply and realizing that the Voyager witches did not come with destructive intentions with a sign. He slowly knelt in front of them, tilting his head down, knowing full well that they must have absolute respect, and that included not seeing them if it was not allowed . Bills followed him immediately, one hand on his chest and not daring to meet those eyes again.

With the firmest voice his tongue could release, he began. "What can we do for you, the greatest witches of the Senate, Great Lady Bernkastel and Great Lady Lambadelta?"

Bernkastel.

Lamdadelta.

Extravagant names, long but beautiful. Honourable, without a doubt.

The dark-eyed girl narrowed her gaze to the trembling deities kneeling before her, her pale stoic face like stone; exhaling a very cold breath, she parted her lips. "Wow, I'm surprised you know who we are. I thought witches were unknown here. "

As if a particularly soft piece of velvet caressed them, it was what they felt when they heard Bernkastel speak. She had a mature and elegant voice, which did not match at all with her youthful appearance; but at the same time, it did. Her violet gaze looked ancient, deep and cold, which aged her presence.

Whis swallowed hard again. "Zeno-sama, millions of years ago he told us personally who created him ... and that these beings had been witches. He told us about you both, especially, ladies. "He concluded, without raising his head.

"Zeno-sama?" Confused, now it was the second witch's turn to speak. Despite her visibly more feminine voice than Bernkastel's, she still emitted impressive power in that whispering tone. The others watched as the blonde put her gloved hand on her cheek, looking up; trying to remember something. A few seconds passed and her face lit up in surprise, turning to the girl with blue hair.

"Bern! The boy with the blue head and the shape of a ball, didn't we create him?" She shrieked, exalting everyone present and making the gods raise their heads to see them. Bernkastel kept her gaze fixed on Lambdadelta, stoic.

"Not completely. This universe and the other related ones were created by the side effects of our little fight. After that, life simply blossomed by their own creator. "She remained silent for a few seconds, closed her eyes with a smile on her face. "Well, it is not as if you could remember it, you got drunk and your brain miraculously reset. "

The blonde reddened. "Y-You told me to drink!"

"Thousands of years are not enough for you to realize that you should not obey the cruelest witch of all?"

"Damn, Bern!"

While they were arguing, Bills was seriously trying to process the information. Drunken ... these witches had created their 12 universes, due to fucking side effects of their fight and with no real intention to do so? That is ridiculous, too ridiculous.

And awesome.

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Vegeta had tried to keep his composure, he had not said anything since they arrived because he was analysing them; but to his surprise, he did not find a single trace of pure ki inside them, they completely lacked it. Moreover, even so, they radiated too much destructive power. Much more than Bills, much more than Whis, and they, whom Vegeta respected so much for their power, trembled and knelt before two girls.

It was stupid! There was no way some stupid girls would be able to step on him, the prince of the saiyayin!

Even if his bones froze, he would never lower his head to those witches.

Even if his intestines twisted every time they spoke.

Even if…

The sudden pain in his head kept him from thinking any longer, and he did not fail to notice Bernkastel's heavy gaze on him.

The pain intensified, but he did not say a word.

….

A smell, a well-known one, reached her nose, forcing Bernkastel to stop her argument and inhale. It seems that the essence of men like Battler spread everywhere, like a plague. Although she had to admit that she kinda liked it; that aroma of arrogance, tragedy and power was exquisite. Enough to make her want to break the bubble of whoever issued it.

Break it ... break it ... break it into a thousand pieces; but leave their body intact in the end.

Cats usually hunt small animals, such as mice and birds; they play cruelly with them until they finally fall dead, but cats don't eat their corpses. Bernkastel was a cat, and each being inferior to her was her personal mouse and bird. Especially arrogant men and lost women.

She had found several interesting mouses, which would keep her entertained.

She is going to hunt them down.

Although she was not so sure if she was not going to eat them.

….

Suddenly he felt very, very cold.

The same cold that is not external to the climate, but internal. As if something suddenly began to freeze his veins and slowly kill his ability to react. The prince of the sayayins could not hide his expression of pain; something that his wife also noticed and made her strongly want to go along with him; but Bulma's legs trembled a lot. She could not move no matter how hard she tried; Bulma was trying very hard, which made her release tears of frustration from her blue eyes. Lambadelta noticed this with a grin.

"The reaper must have wanted to take that woman out of her way. Of her new toy. "

When the Super Paper turned around, just as she thought, the witch of miracles was no longer where she had left her.

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"You ... you are very arrogant, aren't you?"

In much, much less of a blink, Bern found herself in front of Vegeta, so close that she forced him to look her directly at her eyes. To those bruised depths, which seemed to have no end; but it was such a ... empty depth, but at the same time so cold and cruel.

So that was what was freezing him.

Swallowing hard, he hardened his black eyes as hard as he could. "I have the right to be."

"Why?"

He frowned. "I was born into an extraterrestrial warrior race as a prince; I have trained for many years to be one of the strongest warriors in the universes. I uphold my right to be arrogant. "

She grinned. "And even so, deep inside your heart, you feel inferior. You mask that ugly complex of pathetic inferiority with your irritating arrogance, which was precisely the one that pushes you to failure every time you try to stand out more than the one that causes your complex. "The Queen of Cats raised her arm, tracing with one finger from his hardened cheekbone to the line of his chin. Vegeta felt the touch burn him, as well as being too hard. "Your life has always been full of being the second place, the second best; and the humiliations are the main problem, the new always worse than the previous one ... "

The venom that slipped from each of her words immobilized him to answer any, anything; he felt his heart hammer against his ribs. How ... how did she know that?! He did not know how, but he wanted to shut her up, he wanted to shut her up, he wanted to shut her up!

The level of evil in those cloudy eyes left Frieza's in ridicule.

"Do you want me to repeat it but in red?"

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Red?

Before he could think more about it, the other witch bellowed. "Enough, Bernkastel.

She started to walk forward. "Stop now. If you get to say it in red, you will cause a shock that we did not come for. " standing by her side, Lambdadelta thundered the fingers of her own hand. "He is an important piece for the future. We only came for entertainment, yes? "

Smiling calmly, Bern broke away from Vegeta, allowing him to breathe again. "Yes, you're right."

Suddenly, she was no longer there. Bernkastel appeared in the same place where she arrived, floating; a smile of satisfaction plastered on her face. Goku watched the trembling state of Vegeta, it seems that the cat had already played with the soul of his precious mouse for way too long and way too harshly.

Goku looking between his best friend and the witch of miracles, he felt something very strange in his chest; He really did not like that girl. She was unnerving.

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The witch of certainty, on the other hand, had remained silent while that encounter occurred, but she casually turned to see that alien who share her same unnatural colour of eyes, curious.

And Frieza noticed every time Lambda turned to see him. Not only did she look at him, she examined him like if she has never seen anyone of his specie. Like a prey looks at that helpless animal in its claws, that it cannot move anymore, or breathe. He wanted to scream at her for daring to look at him that way.

But not, it was impossible.

It seemed that she had read his thoughts, since a stifling sensation closed his throat with a pull. Something was putting pressure on different parts of his body, so strong that it was painful, but he could not see anything touching him; that, until he visualized fingers of air fitting into his skin ... telekinesis?

He saw her smile, again.

The old emperor did not know why, but the blonde seemed to be particularly interested in him, and that intrigued him. Unlike most of those there, Frieza is able to recognize the supreme presence of someone just by looking at them. Lambda was no exception. He respected her, despite her innocent appearance.

The pressure in his body finally collapsed into a wound opening in his arm, causing him to cry out in pain. Everyone turned to where Frieza and Lambda were, the young woman floating a meter away from him; a kind of hole had formed in his arm, letting the blood spurt out of it and fat drops fell on the floor.

"So it was red. What a disappointment."

Quickly turning to where the voice was, he realized that the blonde had lost interest in him and began to float where the other witch was. Processing her words and what just happened, everyone realized that Lambdadelta was just as twisted as Bernkastel. And that was chilling.

There was a silence, in which none knew exactly what to say. The presence of these witches had stirred their plans and minds completely. What exactly did they want? They had not answered it yet.

"Allow me to speak ..." Bills, now on his two feet, finally showed signs of life after all that time. Bern finally noticed him, but not wanting to leave himself as a coward any longer, he stood firmly in his ground. Even if he was terrified, it did not matter.

"Why did you come to our universe?"

That is the question. The same question that danced on the head of everyone present. A question whose answer could easily ruin them, destroy them, benefit them, whatever; whatever they did, it would be at a cosmic level beyond their comprehension.

Maybe.

"Oh no, do not be mortified. We only come as spectators. We do not plan to modify the rhythm of this story, as it should naturally go, that would be detrimental and not at all funny. "Bernkastel clarified with a soft tone, before her smirk widened."Well, not changes that are very radical."

So ... they wanted to be spectators of the Tournament of Power? Now that was a surprise. Whiss had not been able to imagine such a possibility in a hundred years, why suddenly now? However, despite her clear response, there was a message between lines that only N.17, Whiss and Bills were able to understand.

We are going to play with you, like our temporary pieces. We will modify with our taste as the tournament develops, we do not care if you win or lose as long as it is fun. You are easily breakable insects; there is no difference if you die by our hands or by Zeno-sama's.

Just entertain us.

And we will accomplish a miracle with total certainty.