Episode 01

Interesting Times

"The Saiyans..." The Supreme Kai of Time started, addressing a group of rookie Time Patrollers, all in full uniforms, as Trunks stood next to her, in the Time Vault, showing them a projection similar to what the staffs of the Angels could produce, from the scrolls they selected. "In one universe, they were once walking, talking, flying, foul-mouthed siege engines that conquered planets." The images shown were that of their Giant Ape forms, as well as their normal ones, trashing all they encountered with both words and actions. "They subjugated whole galaxies, for an even greater evil..." A chuckling Frieza appeared. "Expanding a galactic empire built on the extinction of entire civilizations." she described as a macabre montage of dead worlds was displayed to the horror of the new faces. Trunks stepped in front, with the same grave tone.

"Until the same emperor they served grew wary of their power and they met the same fate as the worlds they destroyed for him." he grimly interjected.

"I was getting to that!" Chronoa stood on her toes, not that it made her any taller, as she balled her fists at Trunks for interrupting her. She cleared her throat, as Trunks straightened back up, after he had to lean away from her.

"In another universe, they are the exact opposite, in every way." Universe 6's planet Sadala came up. "Most notably in that their race had not gone almost completely extinct." she threw Trunks a side-glare. "These Saiyans became famous, all over their universe, instead!" she spread her arms, then brought forth her index-finger. "Not for their cruelty, their thirst for battle and destruction..." She wagged her finger, then brought her palms together. "But, for their selflessness, honor and the power they use, to this day, in service of the people." she raised her fists in front of her. "Every member of their species is raised with a sense of justice they uphold throughout their world."

"The exposing of their long-time leader as a fraud, aside." Trunks leaned in, again.

"I was getting to that, too!" Chronoa growled in the same manner as before. "Don't you have some training to oversee!?" she folded her arms.

"You said you needed a Saiyan who's from the 7th Universe. And since we couldn't pull my dad or Goku or Beranise from any time-line, I was the closest person who qualified." Trunks reminded her and turned to the others. "With that said, I'm only half Saiyan. I was born and raised on Earth and I don't even have a tail, anymore." he pointed out and put a hand to his chin. "Come to think of it, Goku was raised on Earth and Beranise wasn't exactly raised like a Saiyan, either. The only one who knows what our universe's Saiyans were really like is my father, but he changed a lot, as well, so..." he shrugged.

"Well...there's Broly and Turles." Chronoa gestured with a hand, uncomfortably.

"I...wouldn't really consider Broly normal." Trunks nervously held up his hands, speaking from experience. "Not considering they're from a different time-line, Turles might be a better example of a typical Saiyan, but...I don't think we could or...should have either of them here." he said and Chronoa sighed.

"That's true." she admitted. "I'd probably get interrupted by a giant energy blast, instead of just words." she added, putting her hands on her hips

"And Bardock is…" Trunk trailed off, as the mighty father of Goku was lost, no one knew where or when, after he seemingly sacrificed himself to take Mira down with him.

"Still fighting…wherever he is." Chronoa noted, with admiration and appreciation, lowering her hands and a longer silence followed. A new recruit slowly raised her hand.

"Isn't that female Saiyan, you mentioned, currently not even in her own Universe, at the moment?" she asked.

"That's high-level information! Where did you even hear that!?" Chronoa leaned forward, narrowing her eyes, making the recruits nervous.

"It's...not that high-level, actually." Trunks noted, slightly embarrassed rumors of every kind could spread so easily even trainees could overhear things. "They could also get a lot of info out of the bots in the Hub that are tracking missions." he added and Chronoa refolded her arms with a small growl. "Anyway...it's true." Trunks answered the question. "But, our only worry is the time-line. It isn't forbidden for a person from one universe to go to another." he clarified.

"Our jurisdiction as Time Patrollers is throughout all of time." Chronoa rephrased. "Whatever happens between universes is permitted, as long as nobody tries to alter any point in history, in any way." she gave Trunks another, more meaningful side-glance, as he nearly became a repeat offender, in that.

"Not gonna let that one go." Trunks sighed.

"However..." Chronoa continued. "Since we have yet to see how things turn out after the Tournament of Power, we don't actually have to worry about any changes to the time-line, because it is being created as we speak." she noted, as she looked at an unfolded scroll on the table through which they could see what was happening on Sadala, keeping tabs.

...

On the training ground, Beranise, in her normal state, was standing between seven female Super Saiyans, all in their Sadala Defense Force uniforms, who were attacking her, two or three, at a time, as she had her eyes closed. They were more muscular than other Saiyans of their universe, even in their normal states, as in Beranise's own words, the strongest of them that she hand-picked, also turned out to be the more meatier ones. She concentrated on their movements, but after one or two evasions, got hit, anyway, heavily planting a foot down to stop herself from falling to the ground, every time, from the force of their multiplied strength. Her top trainees briefly stopped, now and again, seeing she was getting more roughed up, by the minute, but they did not stop, nor were they holding back, as per her instructions. Cabba and Renso were watching from a distance. The latter had his arms folded.

"She's been at this since she came." Renso noted. "What is she trying to do? I thought getting more of the soldiers to reach these Super forms was the point."

"That's not all, I think." Cabba said. "And she did that with those seven in just a few days. They got there almost as fast as Caulifla and Kale, too. But, I don't think this is for their training, right now." he suspected.

"Does it have anything to do with that Goku guy and what you said he did during the tournament?" Renso easily deduced, as he watched. "From the looks of it, she's trying to force herself into that same state, but she has to know it can't possibly be that straight forward."

"She told me she did it, once, back at the tournament, but..." Beranise kept getting punched in the face and was bleeding from the mouth. "It's like whatever made her do it just isn't there, now." Cabba assumed. "I don't think it's working." He winced at the scene, as Beranise was dodging some of the attacks, as they came from all sides, but only through basic energy-sense and not Ultra Instinct. She took the blows that her speed could not avoid in her normal state. The next attacker, with the shortest hair, shaven even shorter on one-side and swept over to the other, but only an inch shorter than Beranise, in height, stopped behind her, seeing their session was not having the desired effect.

"Whatever you want out of this, isn't working, ma'am." she told her, meekly.

"I know!" Beranise slightly snapped at her and opened her eyes, not turning to look at her. "And I told you to stop with the ma'am thing, Kayen!" she muttered, finally looking at her from the corner of her eyes.

"S-Sorry." She did a slight bow, reverting to normal with the rest of them and her feathered pixie-cut barely reached her ears, on the side, while the single bang hung just above her brow.

"Aww, teacher's pet doesn't wanna hurt her, anymore!" the shortest of them, even by Saiyan standards, with the highest pitched voice, teased her. She was a good head shorter than all of them, even shorter than Cabba and her hair resembled the tail of a squirrel, only upside down and tied with a pale purple band to stand upwards from her waist.

"Pinch...!" Kayen started, gritting her teeth in annoyance.

"Wasn't all that bad, really." A third, with a shoulder-length mullet that was shaven on the sides spoke, standing with a forth, who looked identical to her, except her hair and eyes were albino and more well-kept. She continued her twin sister's sentence.

"We learned we still have a long way to go. You could still avoid a lot of our attacks, without turning Super Saiyan yourself." she pointed out, seeing the value in their session, even if Beranise was not focused on it.

"We all have a long way to go." Beranise muttered, glaring at the ground, as she pondered what was missing and the answer was annoyingly obvious, though she refused to admit she needed Vados in any way. She could not trigger herself by ridding her mind of any other thought, leaving only herself, her opponent and the fight, since she was not fighting who she was out for. And against seven opponents, it was even less likely she could succeeded, no matter how much she let them beat her. Goku was at the edge, the only time he saw him enter that state. He could unconsciously tap into it, as a last resort, before Jiren delivered what would have been a final blow. But, that was not the trigger she needed. Just like their reason for first turning Super Saiyan, it probably differed for them.

"So..." The fifth girl, second shortest, tanned, with chin-length hair that clumped together like seaweed and a small tattoo of a starfish under her left eye, meekly spoke, after a few long seconds. "We're calling it a day, early, or..." She suddenly flinched back, pulling a leg up.

"Like my blind cheeks, we are!" The sixth one shut her quitting-talk down. Her normal hair was still somewhat spiked with short bangs tied before both ears by ginger-colored bands and she had a matching bandana around her head. She spoke with an accent one would hear from pirates and had tattoos. One, was a bomb, on the back of her left hand, as if it was an off-hand weapon, considering energy-blasts. The other was a shark-like animal, under her left eye, with more eyes and fins than Earthlings might have been familiar with. She also had a tan, indicating she spent a lot of her life out in the sun, same as the one she yelled at.

"None of us is calling it quits." The last member, an inch shorter than Kayen, with the deepest voice, slightly boyish features, slicked-back hair reaching the nape of her neck, calmly assured her, speaking for all of them and looked at Beranise, who was still in her own head and looked like she had not even heard a word they said. They glanced between one another, seeing if any of them would dare speak to her. Kayen took it upon herself, again, stepping next to her.

"Uh...Ma'am..." she started, but jerked back, as if from a biting snake, when she saw Beranise's silver eyes. Everyone who was behind her shuffled in front of her to see, as Beranise glared daggers into the ground or more likely the person she was thinking of, but the moment passed as quickly as it came and her eyes turned back to normal. She blinked, twice, looking up at their surprised faces that were like half frightened, half curious kittens.

"What?" she asked, looking at them, somewhat irritated and they could not say anything, as none of them new what they saw.

"W-we don't know." Kayen told her, as confused as the others.

"Don't know what?" Beranise made a face, not even following what they were talking about, as they were all leaning closer, staring into her eyes. She realized why they might have been doing that, briefly looked at the ground and herself, then back at them.

"Stop staring and get back to training!" Beranise ordered them.

"Right!" Kayen exclaimed, as she stood at attention, like the good soldier she aimed to be and Beranise sighed at that. Some of the others did not quite have the discipline to even serve, but she did not pick them because of their discipline or a lack of it, either. Only for the potential they had. Beranise walked back towards Cabba and Renso, as she heard her appointed squad-leader issue commands to the rest.

"Did you feel that?" Renso asked Cabba, over the sound of Kayen's voice.

"Yes." Cabba nodded, as Beranise approached them.

"Kurogo, Shirogo! You two are with me!" Kayen was telling the two sisters. Then looked at the pirate-like one and at the one the latter yelled at, who had seaweed-like hair.

"Shoga...! You're with Nori, this time! You and Pinch are way too alike, already." she commented and a disappointed groan came from the smallest one while the one called Nori nervously frowned at the grinning Shoga, as the latter seemed to be taking some delight in being pitted against her.

"Perille, you're with Pinch!" Another groan came from the little Pinch, as she was paired with the stoic of their team.

"This Super Seven Squad of yours still has a ways to go..." Renso told Beranise, as she walked up to them. "Especially with unit cohesion." he added, the experience of a commander speaking from him. "But, considering you put them together in just a few days, they're coming along fast."

"It's really unfortunate Caulifla is...well..." Cabba trailed off, as he would not dare say anything bad about her, even when she was not there.

"Hmph. My sister is definitely not team-material." Renso had a knowing smile.

"And you think I am?" Beranise folded her arms, as she was not that much different.

"Why train them, then?" Renso raised a brow.

"Well, I'm not doing it so I could just hang back and throw 'em at others, like that Jiren, then dis them for being weak, anyway. I wanna make them as strong as they can be, so the next time those Omni-Brats want a show, them and their little Angels are gonna be the punching bags!" Beranise said.

"Sounds like you're on a warpath." Renso saw it, arms still folded. "It also doesn't sound much different from throwing your men at the enemy. Like you just said this Jiren did." he pointed out and Beranise's eyes briefly widened at the comparison, then she glared at him for the accusation. "You have a problem with them and the Omni-Kings. And we get that." he said and continued with some incredulity and small laughter in his voice. "But, it sounds like you want every capable fighter, in this universe and the next, to rebel." He thought he was slightly exaggerating, but was surprised, along with Cabba, when Beranise merely lifted her head higher and her face told them it was actually what she wanted.

"Uh-oh..." Trunks muttered, looking at the scroll that was practically writing itself, as he watched events unfold, with an equally worried Chronoa.

...

On Earth, in the 7th Universe, at Capsule Corporations HQ, Bulma was host, again, to a few friendly faces. She and Trunks were playing with Bulla, making faces at her. Videl stood and watched Pan as she chased Gohan around in the air. Krillin, 18 and Marron sat at a table, behind her, with three empty plates and glasses of lemonade.

"Can I fly, too?" Marron squeaked, smiling up at their antics and her question caught her mother by surprise, but her father just chuckled.

"Maybe. Who knows?" Krillin encouragingly told her, unsure if she had the potential, but knew it would be quite a while, before they could find out. 18 looked somewhat worried by the possibility of their daughter growing up to be a fighter, but another part of her also knew she would be strong, like her father, if it turned out like that and she smilingly nodded at her.

Beerus was lounging on a tanning chair, with a cocktail in his hand and one of his ears twitched as he overheard the exchange, letting out a small groan that even the smallest of their children were already showing signs of great power or just the desire to have it, finding it exhausting, but also remember it and their bond was what won them the Tournament. Whis was sitting next to him, on a chair, back straight, staff in hand, as he smiled at the peaceful noon scene.

"Say, Lord Beerus..." Bulma walked up to them, with Trunks, as she was holding Bulla. "You've been hanging around since the Tournament. Vegeta told me what happened to him and Goku." She tapped Bulla's nose with an index-finger, then looked back at him. "Keeping an eye on the competition, are you?" she teasingly asked and did not even nervously back away, but merely chuckled as Beerus slightly narrowed his eyes at her.

"It is true our Lord has taken even more of an interest in the progression of the Saiyans, in particular." Whis replied and Beerus shot him a small glare. The former brought up a projection of the same desert Goku and Vegeta were sparring in, as much for training's sake as for the fun of it. Both were grinningly gritting their teeth, while they pushed against each other, again, as they have been doing since the Tournament. "Although they both seem to be stuck, at the moment, they have truly proven to be able to evolve past expectation. And that includes our female Saiyan, as well." he mentioned Beranise and Videl overheard. She turned and walked up to them, as well.

"You still can't reach her or your sister, then?" Videl asked.

"Not yet. Reparations are likely still being made on her staff, I'm afraid. Communicating with her, within this universe, would be possible. However, I cannot make contact when she's in another, if she doesn't have her staff." Whis replied.

"Can't your father or the Lord Zenos, like, snap a finger and make one?" Bulma asked and Whis let out a light laugh.

"That be quite convenient!" he exclaimed. "Despite their frail appearance, the staffs are quite complex and no to mention dangerous tools. Repairing the one is already taking the Grand Priest longer than it did to build the stage for the tournament."

"Wow…" Bulma muttered.

"I do wonder how my sister and Lord Champa are faring; literally, I should add, if they have to travel anywhere. Even reaching out to their universe's Supreme Kai may prove difficult, without it." Whis mused.

Back in the 6th Universe, on a small, mostly colorless planet, with barely any greenery and only rocky deserts, Champa and Vados were sitting in a torch-lit hall, at a large, long wooden table, with a number of admittedly odd-looking dishes spread in front of them, as their nervous, dark-yellow, humanoid hosts and the chefs stood in front of them, shaking in fear. Champa was visibly in a foul mood already, as he fidgeted in the hastily cushioned wooden chair he had to squeeze himself into.

"It's embarrassing enough we had to come here on a spaceship. A spaceship!" he emphasized the insult. "Me!? A Destroyer forced to fly like a common mortal." he folded his arms, sulking.

"My staff is still being repaired, My Lord, as you know." Vados repeated.

"We can't even call the Supreme Kai and we don't have anything else, because that Saiyan harpy took our only Cube, when she left! How could you even let her take it!?" he yelled at Vados, not even concentrating on trying the food. Yet. But, it only made the leaders of the indigenous race even more nervous, as there was little hope their meager cuisine would please the gourmet God of Destruction. And they knew, having heard the horror stories of other planets, what upsetting him usually led to.

...

The Super Seven individually were already almost as strong as Cabba or Beranise, both in their normal state and as Super Saiyans. The latter was looking towards the squad she put together, as the seven women trained, but her mind was clearly somewhere else, again. Cabba and Renso could tell as much, as she had not said a word to them since they were stunned to silence by the revelation of her intentions. The ceaseless, almost rhythmic, sound of fists and feet clashing reached all the way to them.

Kayen appeared to be slightly more skilled than all of the others, as she defended herself against the simultaneous attacks of the two sisters, who clearly had enough practice fighting alongside each other, even before they enlisted in the Defense Force. Nori kept wincingly fending off and dodging a viciously grinning Shoga's relentless, heavy attack attempts, but pairing them up was probably to teach them something about their own style of fighting, the strengths and weaknesses of both. Pinch would have been having a frown-off with Perille, if the latter had actually shown any expression on her even face, as she methodically engaged in a series of gradually sped up attacks that eventually broke through Pinch's guard, catching her off balance and providing an opening for the wordless Perille. The latter did not even make any grunting noises as she drove her attacks in, rattling her small opponents head, with almost amusing mercilessness, like a boxer with no referee to hold her back.

"Cabba, Sir!" A worried soldier ran up to Cabba, Renso and Beranise. "We just received an emergency transmission from planet Kutidi! It said the God of Destruction is there and he's threatening to destroy them!" While Cabba and Renso's eyes widened in alarm, Beranise's narrowed. "They...contacted us, in case...it's their last message. We currently have a delegation from them, staying at the embassy."

"What kind of people are these Kutidians?" Beranise asked and the soldier was not expecting such a question, while Cabba knew why she was asking.

"Does it matter?" he turned to Beranise. "No one deserves to be destroyed with their entire planet, no matter how bad they are. And the Kutidians aren't even bad people!" Cabba was quick to add.

"They're not very advanced. Don't have technology anywhere near the spacefaring level. But, they're good folk." Renso described. "So, if you want a reason to step in and…try and stop a God of Destruction, there you have it."

"Oh, I don't really need any more reasons to put him down." Beranise said, then folded her arms. "But, yeah. I just wanted to make sure whoever I'm accidentally gonna help out will be worth saving. He doesn't care who he wipes out! It's just a job for him!" she pointed out.

"Would you be any different with that kind of responsibility?" Renso asked. "I imagine keeping balance, on a universal scale, isn't just difficult. The hardest part is that it's probably not supposed to be fair, in the first place." Beranise glared. "Not that I'm making excuses for him." Renso held up his hands and Beranise reached into her pocket, as she started walking away, to take out a capsule.

"You're really going, then?" Cabba worriedly asked as the Cube appeared.

"I don't know how fast that thing is..." Renso started. "But Kutidi isn't exactly in our neighborhood."

"Unless you have a Yardratian in your embassy or Fuwa's number, it's the only thing I got." Beranise turned back to them, putting her scouter on. "Give me the coordinates!" she told the soldier, who immediately started scribbling down some numbers on a piece of paper, as he listened to her. "And send them a message to tell Champa a special delivery is on the way from Sadala! That should make him stay put." Beranise took the piece of paper and boarded the Cube, slipping through the membrane as she put the coordinates into her scouter, then immediately took off, without another word. The squad of Saiyan women stopped their practice as they heard the commotion and ran up to Cabba as they saw Beranise fly off.

"Where is she going!?" Kayen asked, feeling it was something serious.

"She's…going to fight Lord Champa." Cabba gravely said, to their shock, as they had, at least, some understanding of what a Destroyer God was capable of.

...

"Fine! But, only because it's from Sadala." Champa temporarily took mercy on the people of Kutidi and leaned back in the bare, unpadded, uncomfortable chair and folded his arms. "Hmph. What's that about." he muttered. "Why would they have a special delivery?" he wondered, out loud, turning to Vados, who soon felt the answer approaching, but remained silent, seeing Champa was too busy impatiently picking at the food, already, to even notice.

"Can she really do it?" Kayen asked Cabba, somewhat worried. "Beat a God?"

"It's not impossible." Cabba replied. "There is a warrior in the 11th Universe, who is stronger than their God of Destruction." he encouragingly noted. "But, we don't really know how strong Lord Champa is." He still worried, as well, while back on planet Kutidi, Champa was nibbling at the dishes he did not even get to, as he already started his threats, before even trying all of them. He tasted some and made a face, throwing a piece of meat back on the plate. Vados saw he would not wait for much longer.

"The special delivery should be here any minute, now, My Lord." she said and it seemed to surprise him some.

"Really? Sadala is pretty far from this place. Since when do they have ships that fast? We should've taken one of them, instead of the big hunk of junk we got." he grumbled, as the large, disk-shaped, over-decorated craft they came on was outside and it was easily the size of the dining hall they were in. It had vaguely hieroglyph-like depictions and filigree, all in gold, on it. A vessel that was fit, if not for speed, then for the size of the Destroyer's ego, at least and a ridiculously long red carpet was rolled out all the way from the ship's ramp to the entrance of the multi-layered stone structure that was the governor's meager palace.

"We do rarely use it." Vados casually noted, as there had not been many occasions where they opted for it. The governor and the chefs were still nervously standing around, across from them, at a careful distance from the table. All were sweating bullets as they saw the Destroyer was restless. At least, when it came to eating and destroying things, anyway. And not for any other activity. But, one planet was already destroyed, because someone let slip words to that effect that Champa overheard. Back on Sadala, they truly did not know what to expect.

"Hey, I got it!" Shoga exclaimed. "Once the boss powers up, we'll just find and grab one of the Yardies and go over there." she pitched her plan.

"Are you crazy!?" Pinch took a step back from her. As fight-happy as they both were, she was not suicidal.

"They're going to be fighting with all their power." Cabba warned. "All of us could end up injured or worse, just by being near them."

"He's right." Kayen said. "Our power is dangerous enough. But, we can't even imagine theirs."

"Oh, that's right." Cabba remembered. "You're all new. All of you only saw Beranise as a Super Saiyan. You haven't seen the levels above that. It can be...overwhelming." He recalled his fight with Vegeta and the power he showed him. Also, the one he managed to unlock during the Tournament of Power and those were merely scratching the surface of a much deeper potential that was in Saiyans.

"We'll probably feel it soon enough." Perille said with an even tone, arms folded.

Vados sensed Beranise was closing in on the planet.

"Hmm." Vados quietly reacted.

"What?" Champa asked.

"Oh, nothing." Vados pretended nothing was happening, as the Cube entered the atmosphere, plowed through the clouds and Beranise could see the surface that was growing closer. She spotted a larger settlement, out of all the smaller ones that dotted the land and saw a ship she could only assume, by the exterior and rolled out carpet, was Champa's. She landed not too far from it, stepped out of the Cube, put it back in its capsule and turned to look at the gaudy ship.

"Hmph." She gave it a frown, taking her scouter off. Inside, Champa and Vados were idly sitting, while everyone else stood around, frozen in fear. An explosion, outside, rocked the place and Champa nearly fell from the chair he was grumbling in.

"What the heck was what!?" he exclaimed, as all the guards ran outside, along with the governors. He and Vados went towards the entrance, giving the people a weird glare, as they all apologetically fell on their knees, as if already silently begging him to not get upset over something. He made it to the entrance and stepped outside. His jaw hit the ground, when he saw his ship was a smoldering wreck. His mouth was still agape as he finally noticed the one responsible and he gritted his teeth. Beranise had her back turned and was probably admiring her work, arms folded, but she also knew it would anger Champa even more if she acknowledged him last.

"You!" he growled, balling his fists and Beranise turned, not smiling. "So, it was you, who was coming from Sadala!"

"Took you long enough to waddle out." She unfolded her arms, not even looking at Vados.

"That's it! I've had it with you!" Champa yelled.

"The feeling is mutual. You had a second chance and this is what you do with it!?" she raised her voice, matching his and Champa was slightly confused.

"What's that supposed to mean!?" he needed an explanation.

"You're as dense as ever." she started, ticking him off even more. "You were brought back and instead of doing things differently, you're still some spoiled tyrant throwing a fit and destroying innocent lives. And the only ones who're even worse than you is those Brats you Gods are all so scared of."

"Insulting me and the Grand Leaders will just get you the same punishment! So keep digging!" Champa was ready to sink his claws into her.

"Oh, I plan to." Beranise assured him she would dig many graves. "As for your Grands Leaders, I'm just keeping a promise to them. They're gonna be very happy." Beranise coyly said, but her face said the opposite.

"'Happy!?'" Champa weirdly repeated. "What do you mean!?" He was lost, again.

"They wanna see me get stronger. And I will. But, first...I'm gonna have to get my feet wet." Beranise was telling him he would only be a warm-up and a vein appeared on Champa's temple.

"This is the last time you ever speak to me like that!" he told her, in no uncertain terms.

"You got that right." Beranise stated, gritting her teeth and with just a growl, turned Super Saiyan 4, instantly growing all the hair that came with the form. Champa's glare deepened as he only understood her intent, fully, then. On Sadala, they suddenly felt her immense power.

"I-Is...is that...?" Kayen was shaking, as were the rest. Even the somewhat stoic Perille's pupils were dilating, as they all felt the crushing pressure, even from that distance.

"They're...they're on the other side of the galaxy..." Shirogo whispered.

"This power..." Her sister spoke. "It's insane."

"What the hell is this?" Shoga's trembling voice asked and Cabba was gazing up at the sky, in the direction they felt it from, somewhat confused by its strength.

"This...this is Super Saiyan 4, but..." he started. "It's even stronger...it...feels different." he described, as Beranise stared Champa down, with her full power flaring around her, honed to its absolute peak, in a new burgundy aura that somewhat surprised Vados, even as Champa was too caught up in the moment to see or care. Apparently, Beranise had already pushed her limits further and back on Earth, in the 7th Universe, Mr. Popo just finished restocking the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, as Dende waited for him, outside the door.

"It is done." Mr. Popo told him, as he came out and closed the door.

"I hope that short year she spent in there was enough." Dende thought, out loud. "She didn't really look like she got what she wanted out of her time in there." He recalled Beranise's unsatisfied face, after she emerged, having spent just a month short of a whole year inside, immediately after they returned from the survival tournament. And even though the results were not what she wanted, she managed to bring out the ultimate power of her Super Saiyan 4 form, now able to more than tread water with a God.

After barely a week since the Tournament of Power, Beranise, having spent nearly another year in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, has already tracked down Champa the Destroyer and was, now, challenging the God of the 6th Universe to a fight that will definitely be to the very end. With the power of Super Saiyan 4 pushed to its very limit, she looked like she meant business. But, can this already improved form really be enough to fight the brother of Lord Beerus? And will the people of Planet Kutidi even live to tell their next generation of the battle that was about take place on their humble planet? Find out, when history continues to be written, on Dragon Ball Super!