A/N: I don't really want to end this special chapter with an author's note, so I am thanking Ryuko monogatari for giving me the idea and inspiring the event that happens at the end. I am so fortunate to have such amazing, helpful, insightful, and faithful readers who haven't given up on me despite the lackluster material I've been posting.

"Glad you're back, Coach!"

"Kissing my ass won't get you out of running laps."

The boys coming out of the locker room exit onto the track field of Orange Star High gathered around the moody adult as he looked at the roster of names on his clipboard. Seeing Bardock like this, dressed in his gray sweatpants and matching sweatshirt with a whistle around his neck, nobody would believe he saved the world from ending all on his own.

The girls were now coming onto the field, some of which had tied up their over-sized gym t-shirts to reveal their stomachs to the guys. The coach rolled his eyes and threw the clipboard over his shoulder. He motioned at one of the girls with a dramatic up and down gesture.

"What's this about?

The teenager flipped her long black hair over her shoulder and rolled her eyes. "It' hot out here, Coach. You know... you should actually be shirtless right now."

Her circle of friends all began to giggle when she winked at Bardock, who in return closed his eyes. If he replied the wrong way, he'd be deemed a pervert. If he punched her, he'd be deemed a child abuser.

Life just wasn't fair.

"No matter who brainwashed you into acting like that, you'll never find a mate this way. What a true warrior looks for is someone to be a partner. They have to know you'll be fine on your own when they can't be there," Bardock reopened his eyes and was walking circles around the group of teens. He held up one finger. "So, you need to be strong. Physically and emotionally."

Coach Bardock's third period gym class didn't know what to think. He never spoke so many sentences before. He usually just provided a slew of curse words and yelled at the slow ones to hurry up.

He was now holding up two fingers. "Secondly, a warrior looks for someone who is understanding. They want someone who gets them. They want someone who is going to put up with the bullshit that the universe throws their way. It's the willingness of letting that person be who they truly are and not making them feel trapped."

The teens looked at each other before one sat down. It had a domino effect on the entire group until they were all on the grass watching and listening to their coach's philosophy.

Three fingers up now. "Finally, a warrior looks for someone who provides the truth. If they're being a fuckin' idiot? Say it. If they're pissing you off, tell them why. If they make you feel like you're on top of the world, remind them. You can't be afraid to tear them apart and bring them to their knees in order for them to be better," Bardock glanced at the girls who were the reason he went off on a tangent. "Did you brats hear anything about appearances? Did you hear anything about bodies or clothes or hair or any of that shit?"

"No, Coach Bardock..."

"Exactly. Beautiful things don't ask for attention."

The girls turned bright red in sudden realization of what they were doing, and promptly untied their shirts. One of the girls who had a wrinkled end raised her hand until the coach nodded at her.

"Can you talk to us more about life instead of making us run today?"

"Yeah!" Marker, the student who was still the receiver of Bardock's checks, clapped his hands in agreement. "What the heck does running teach us, anyway!? We all feel like robots playing a part of a system here! Can't we just learn something that applies to our real-world lives?"

There was an uproar of agreement. Bardock rubbed the back of his head, unsure of what he had just caused. He honestly liked pushing the kids around and making them feel like shit. It wasn't in his nature to make them enjoy his class.

Or his curriculum.

"I don't want to keep talking too personal since I hear what you little shits do on the news. You run your mouths too much and get people fired," Bardock rolled his eyes at the groans of disappointment. "Hey, hey, hey! I don't want to hear that. We won't run miles-"

"YAAAY!"

"But-"

"AWWW!"

"I'll teach you kids how to defend yourselves in case two douchebags with a gun corner your daughter in law and grandkid in an alley while the little bastard is taking a piss."

"Huh?"

Bardock waved them off. "You won't always have a full grocery cart on your side, so we'll start with the basics. Partner up."

While the 11 o' clock gym class was learning defense from a Saiyan warrior, a figure in orange and navy appeared by a set of trees near the track field. His two fingers that were pressed against his head were now formed into his fists as he walked towards his father. Goku chuckled watching Bardock steal a girl's imaginary purse.

"Whether this is a bag you females carry or the bastard is grabbing your arm, you want to use my energy to strike me instead of resisting or pulling away."

The red-headed teenager hesitantly punched her coach in the jaw, and quickly held her hand over her mouth at what she did. "Oh crap, sorry Mr. Bardock! I-I didn't mean to... Please don't expel me..."

"Kid, I'm actually pissed you didn't hit harder! Don't worry about what I feel on the other end."

"Mmmm, I dunno Dad. Last time you told me that, you were nearly sent to the other side of the planet."

A sea of whispers flowed through the circle. The teens became amused that the man who had joined them looked exactly like Coach Bardock, but a little younger and a lot happier.

Goku cupped his hands to his father's ears and whispered, "Hey, we have to battle five people from Beerus' twin brother's universe. Before you say no, mom and Chi-Chi and the gang are all welcomed to watch. If we lose, Champa becomes our God of Destruction since we'll be in his universe so it's really not a big deal. You in?"

"The fuck are you talking about?"

"C'moooooooon..."

Bardock made a disgusted face at the way his son was wriggling his eyebrows and pushed him away. "I'm going to need more information than that."

Goku looked like he was about to cry. Instead, he whined. "I can't right now! We have to leave immediately for some training since the tournament is in three days!"

The once fallen warrior groaned. It wasn't going to get out of this one easy. His body was craving for another big fight, anyway. A tournament would be a perfect opportunity to get the Saiyan fighting blood flowing. Plus, if the family could be at this thing, it shouldn't be too much of a threat. "The kids are done in five minutes. I have to let the dick at the front desk know I have 'secret fighter' shit to do."

The younger version of the coach sighed. He was really antsy to get to Beerus' planet as soon as possible. "Why!?"

"Job security."

Beerus tapped his long nails against one of Capsule Corps' patio tables. His warriors should have been back from that time chamber an hour ago. The partner of Goku placed a hot plate of banana bread in front of the deity and bowed graciously.

"It's the best I could do with the ingredients Bulma had in her kitchen, but I hope you enjoy it."

The purple being eyed her with his yellow powers of observation. He always fancied anyone who treated him like the god he was. "I now have something to pass the time, thanks to the good wife."

Chi-Chi smiled as humbly as she could and smooth down her yellow dress. Whis took a seat at the table after she had walked back to her daughter in law and granddaughter. The teacher glanced at his student and then the steam coming off the hot bread.

"It's not polite to keep something so delicious smelling all to yourself, my lord."

"She made it for me."

Despite the growl Beerus gave him, Whis ripped a piece off anyway. His eyes glazed over with delight as soon as he took the first bite and nearly melted into his seat. "Just heavenly. I hope your grudge against your brother doesn't take the Earthlings and their cooking abilities away from me."

Beerus took an angry bite of the bread. The image of his brother's smug smile was interacting with his taste buds too much to show the outward enjoyance of the treat. "That's not what ticks me off, Whis. Our warriors overpower theirs any day. I'm just infuriated that the bastard was sneaking around my universe collecting the Super Dragon Balls that belong here. You know how much I hate my territory being trespassed."

Whis popped another piece in his mouth. It didn't help that Beerus and Champa were arch rivals. "They'll be returned to their rightful place, my lord. Oh... It looks like our representatives have arrived!"

Vegeta pushed himself off Goku harder than necessary and shook himself off like he had just come into contact with a disease. Bardock and Gohan looked like they had a disagreement about something and were refusing to look at one another. Besides the Saiyans, the Namek of Earth was the only other warrior who was willing to be part of the tournament.

Except, of course, the whiny brats who thought it was completely unfair they were too young.

"I hope that extra time I allowed you five to have was worth it," Beerus, along with Whis, stood beside the self chosen members. The deity made it clear to give Gohan a disapproving look. The scholar looked down with a sweatdrop on his forehead, having no idea why the god was only this cruel to him. "We are already late. Get the lead out, Whis."

While Whis began to form a cube shaped object with his staff, which would end up being their mean for transportation, Bardock and Goku were wolfing down the bread she made specifically for each of them. Goku talked with a full mouth, the remains of the bread falling out and landing on his navy boots.

"Boy, Chi-Chi! You need to go with us next time because we need some good food! Although," He scratched his chin. "Vegeta is surprisingly good at cooking!"

"Sh-Shut up, Kakarot! You're an idiot!"

"And he has good hearing," Chi-Chi laughed and earned a growl from a faraway prince. "Are you guy sure you want to go through with this? I mean, is it as harmless as you're making it up to be or will someone end up dying?"

When Gohan tried reaching for a piece of Bardock's bread, he snarled at him like a dog protecting a meat bone. Gohan retreated back to his wife, mommy, and grandma like an injured pup. "That's why Gramps is so mad at me. I keep telling him there must be a secret motive behind this. It just seems so random. Like..."

Gine tilted her head. "Like, what?"

Gohan looked over his shoulder to make sure Beerus and Whis were out of ear shot. Although their hearing was phenomenal, there was too much commotion going on from where they both stood that Gohan figured he was safe.

"I think that they just want to wipe us out completely. Beerus and his twin. This competition is just a sick game to them. I mean, how could two brothers hate each other so much? It's a setup."

"Beerus has a twin?" Chi-Chi gaped, and lowered her voice when Gohan shot her a pleading stare. "I can't believe there are two of those things running loose out there. Are they identical?"

Gohan once again looked over his shoulder. Safe. "I have no clue. All I know is that his name is Champa, and his attendant is Whis' older sister named Vados. They were gone from our universe by the time I got to the temple to train."

Bardock snorted, now finished with his bread. He gave an empty plate to the hungry Gohan. "You already know it's going to be double the Skeletor walking around."

"Gohan."

The young father released a scream that sounded similar to his young daughter's, except she was laughing at the embarrassing reaction of her daddy. One of the Skeletors had appeared right behind him.

"That wasn't me that said that! I swear!"

"You didn't bring the sword, did you?"

Gohan turned to his family before speaking, but his face dropped at the fact they disappeared and left him to die alone. They were already heading into the transportation cube that Whis said couldn't be tracked by the Galactic Patrol. This caused a heated argument between Jaco and the air.

Treacherous snakes...

"Uh... No, Lord Beerus, sir. Was I suppose to?"

Beerus eyed him carefully. He had been hoping that the lack of confidence would have decreased by now. Maybe the poor kid was still afraid of him. Which, honestly, wasn't a bad thing. Fear led to respect. "No. One of the rues for the tournament is no weapons. I didn't want one of our best to be disqualified over an idiotic mistake."

One of the best...?

"Oh, uh, thank you Lord-"

"Do you have a back up plan?"

Gohan gulped. He had been working on something with the mentoring of Piccolo, but it's effectiveness relied on the strength of the opponent. Which he knew nothing about. "Yes, sir. I do."

"Get in the cube, then."

Beerus gestured towards their transportation for the trip, allowing Gohan to walk ahead of him. The boy took a deep breath and prayed that a blast wouldn't go through his back before he even made it to the tournament.

The different families, God of Destruction, his assistant, and a Galactic Patrolman traveled through the galaxy to a nameless planet located between Universe 6 and 7. They were one among the plethora of stars. They saw the entirety of planets that scientists weren't even aware of. Then, they came across the Super Dragon Balls. The massive size of them were comparable to the size of Earth. Most of them wondered about the size of the dragon that would come from such orbs.

But the young Trunks' mind went somewhere else.

"Hey, Goten. What do you think is bigger, these balls or Majin Buu's ass?"

"Definitely the ass!"

The preteens received severe smacks to the head by their mamas. Beerus contemplated doing the same thing, but since he had a distaste for the pink beast, he shrugged it off.

The kids actually gave him an idea for an insult towards Champa.

After some good eating provided by Chi-Chi yet again, the cube landed on a platform floating in the middle of the universe. It continually circled around where the arena was in a slow motion. Before the passengers could exit, two people appeared that made Gohan rub his eyes.

If Beerus actually gained weight from the food he ate, he would look like the purple deity standing next to a female version of Whis.

"That must be Champa and Vados," Gohan nudged his grandfather, who looked sickened. "The twin brother and older sister."

"No shit," Bardock growled. The fat Beerus was smirking and motioning with one finger for the fighters to emerge. "You put Beerus next to that guy and you'd have either ad for weight loss or what donating to a starving child could result in."

Beerus and Whis had left the cube before the others, and the passengers observed what appeared to be a heated conversation between the deities. Champa shook his meaty fist at Beerus before heading to a platform of his own where he and his team would be sitting. Beerus held his temple in frustration before making Whis get the fighters.

"It looks like there's an... intelligence test you five have to take before you're eligible to fight," Beerus shuddered at the thought and looked up at the stars. "The bastard must have been aware I have a pack of Saiyans."

Vegeta brushed past the group, eager to get started. "I can't speak for Kakarot and the dog, but you have nothing to worry about Lord Beerus. Even when they fail, we still have a good chance with myself and Gohan."

"Hey!" Goku placed a comforting hand on the back of Piccolo, who he felt like had been personally attacked. "Piccolo's a genuis!"

Vegeta didn't acknowledge that comment. He had already begun to follow Vados, causing Goku to want to do the same. The observers left on the floating platform waved goodbye and wished different good lucks while watching some of the strongest warriors of Universe 7 head to a different section to take their intelligence test.

The warriors of Champa's team were already seated. Goku took in the sight of them, noticing they wore their personalities on their faces. A big yellow bear wearing red was looking at his opponents deviously, as if plotting something already. There was a robot that was looking down at its feet. There was a purple skinned being wearing a trench coat with his eyes closed, not interested in seeing his rivals.

And then...

"Whoa! They have a Frieza!"

It was true. Where Frieza was purple, this guy was blue. He offered the Saiyans a warm smile, making Bardock curl his fist.

"Did that son of a bitch just smile at us?"

"I think he did, Gramps. I think he did."

"I dunno," Goku scratched his head. "He seems a bit different than our Frieza, doesn't he?"

Vegeta rolled his eyes and smacked Goku on the spot he just finished scratching. "And you're judging that off of a twitch of his lip? Give me a break!" The prince was about to give Goku more heat, but the final member of Champa's team had risen from his seat and started walking to the group of four Saiyans and a Piccolo. The fighter was wearing an outfit Bardock had immediately recognized; it was one that he wore as a child before Frieza took over Planet Vegeta.

"Are you a Saiyan?"

The fighter and Bardock had asked each other the question at the same time, and both responded with a head nod.

"What!?" Goku began inspecting the fighter and getting too deep in his personal space. He lifted up his arm and examined it for a minute before putting it down. "Are you the only one of your kind in your universe?"

The Universe 6 Saiyan shook his head with a kind smile. "No, there's many of us who live in peace on Planet Sadala. I'm just the only one who wanted to help out Champa."

Vegeta nodded. "Planet Sadala was home before Planet Vegeta. The Saiyans before us destroyed it due to conflicts. Do you have a name, boy?"

The Saiyan even shorter than the prince nodded and struck out his hand. "Cabba."

"Well, Cabba," Bardock spoke as if that wasn't the kid's real name. Gohan face palmed himself. "How well do you get along with that little shit over there?"

Cabba followed the direction Bardock was pointing to. When he saw it landed on the frost demon, he chuckled. "To be honest, I just met him this morning. I hear he's an amazing guy, does a lot of charities and missions to help children in war torn regions."

Bardock and Vegeta exchanged glances, knowing exactly what was being said to one another with no words at all. They were born into the wrong universe. They may have a Frieza, but it wasn't a tyrant. At least this Frieza hadn't taken over any planet. Frieza in their universe came back to life for the the millionth time to kill them. This one loves children.

Their Frieza murders children.

"Some bastards have all the luck," Vegeta muttered before raising his voice to Cabba. "Don't think we'll go easy on you just because you're one of us."

Cabba smiled as he followed the Saiyans and Piccolo to the desks. "I won't. I'm excited!"

The prince smirked. Cabba had gone back to where he had first sat before Beerus' team had arrived. Vegeta picked a seat the furthest away from Goku, knowing that if the fool had ever gone to school, he'd be the one trying to copy the smart kids. Bardock sat close to Gohan for that very reason, while Piccolo and Goku were behind them.

Vados walked as graceful as only an angel could while passing out the intelligence tests. When she placed a pencil on Gohan's desk, he noticed how long her snowy hair was when it smacked him in the face.

"You have ten minutes to complete this test. It is just to make sure you have some sort of intelligence within you. If you score a 50 or higher, you will be able to compete in the tournament."

"Pst," Goku was trying to get his son's attention. The scholar was already close to finishing the exam. "Pssssssst. Gooooohan. What did you get for the second one?"

Vados slammed a hand down on the messy haired fighter's desk before he could continue to harass his eldest for answers. "If you talk one more time, you will be disqualified!"

Sweating, Goku held the paper close to his face and squinted real hard as if that would suddenly make the situation better. The words suddenly seemed foreign, making the big lug wonder if Champa purposely made this in a different language to knock their team out early. Sighing, Goku decided to do what he did for the written part of the license test he took years ago.

Fill in a lot of B's and C's and hope for the best.

"Eyes on your own paper!"

Gohan didn't have to look far to see who she was talking to. Bardock's neck was nearly detached from his body as he craned to see his grandson's answers. Vados personally moved him back upright, earning so profane mutters from the cheater.

"I'm done, Miss Vados!" Gohan announced proudly and walked it over to her.

"I'm done, Miss Vados!" Bardock said in a mocking tone, earning some snickers from Goku and a glare from his grandson. "What a fucking nerd."

While Gohan waited for Vados to finish grading his test, one of the members from Champa's team had come up behind him. It was the purple guy with the trench coat. His hands became buried deep in the pockets of his outfit after submitting the paper. Gohan stuck out his hand for a greeting.

"Heya, I'm Gohan! Nice to..." He watched as the guy completely dissed him by closing his eyes and heading towards the platform Champa was resting at. He didn't even wait to hear his score. "...Meet you... Hm."

"You may go join Beerus," Vados pointed to where the strange trench coat guy had gone. "You'll be in the platform directly across Champa and your opponents today."

Gohan wasn't sure if he should bow or not, but Vegeta dragged him away before he could make a decision. "Whoa, wait, you're not gonna see if you got a 50 or higher?"

"I already know I passed, you should have to. You just need validation because you're a pansy ass that went through a period of being deprived attention."

"...You don't have to say it like that..." Gohan checked to see if his father was done yet, but he was still sitting there scribbling on his paper. He could tell he had no clue what he was answering. The young adult found a smile when he saw Piccolo flying towards him and Vegeta, thankful that his mentor was going to be part of this.

When Bardock and Goku had turned their tests in at the same time, Vados eyed them suspiciously. She gave them the "gimme a minute" finger. While she graded, Bardock rubbed his temples and looked at his son through his peripherals.

"I've never seen that shit before in my life. I guess that's what I get for having the brats do my homework when I was trained by Roshi."

"Nah, Dad. I understand. Our brains are in our fists!"

"Congratulations," Vados looked and sounded anything but enthused. "You both passed by the lowest possible score."

The brutes high-fived each other before finding their team members. They gave a thumbs up to the spectators, earning cheers, and then took a seat on a strangely comfortable couch. Vegeta looked across from him at the platform of Champa's team, particularly at the little Saiyan named Cabba. The Saiyans in that universe are a completely different breed, if all of them are like him.

He almost seemed too gentle.

"Hey, Clown Senior. What do you think about Planet Sadala still existing in that Saiyan's world?"

Bardock shrugged nonchalantly. At this point in time, it didn't really matter anymore. Planet Sadala was ruined by his ancestors, and then Planet Plant was overthrown by his ancestors, and then Planet Vegeta was destroyed. Although Cabba was lucky to have an original home planet not ruined by anything or anyone, that meant that his people were too soft. He probably didn't even know what a Super Saiyan was.

"I think you're just happy you'll finally have a chance to fight someone shorter than you. Now you'll understand why we laugh so much when we spar you."

Beerus intervened between the two before a battle to the death broke out. "Rock-paper-scissors for the fighting order. Quickly."

While his team did what they were told, for once surprisingly, Beerus looked at the portraits of Champa and himself on either side of the arena. The deity of Universe 7 decided he was definitely the better looking twin. The giant cricket-like alien, who was acting as the announcer and referee for the tournament, had suddenly appeared right beside him.

"Do you know your order yet, Lord Beerus?"

Beerus looked to his team, who all seemed pissed except for Bardock. He was the first to go, followed by Piccolo, Vegeta, Gohan, and Goku was last. The messy haired, orange clad warrior plopped down on the couch with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Maaaan, no fair. My dad's probably gonna knock out all of 'em before I get a chance!"

Vegeta released a quick, harsh snort. "I wouldn't count on that. It ends with me, not that dog."

The announcer had left the squabblers to begin the first fight. The spectators listened to the order of the fighters, and a tiny penguin like creature who sang only the first line of the universal anthem. Beerus and Champa shot out blasts at the same time to hit the battle gong, signaling the beginning of the first round of the tournament.

"From Universe 7, BAAAAAAAAAAAAAARDOOOOOOOOOOOCK!" The announcer sang out, making crazy hand motions at Bardock as he strode to the middle of the arena. The Saiyan swatted at him like the bug he was to stop, but the announcer wasn't finished yet. "Bardock very recently saved his planet from complete annihilation! Let's hear it for BAAAAAAAAAAAAARDOOOOOOOOOOOCK!"

There was a loud sea of "whoooooows" coming from the floating panel that consisted of all the Earthlings. Bardock tightened his headband in order to ignore the attention force-ably being placed on him. He glanced up at the large sign of the fighters from each side, and smirked when he saw the image of his competitor.

"And from Universe 6... FROOOOOOOST!" The announcer bowed graciously when the blue and white demon had strutted to meet Bardock. Frost offered the Saiyan a warm smile and a large wave. "Frost is very active in war torn communities! He donates everything he has those whose lives are ruined by the disaster war causes and defends villages from the violence! He is a constant advocate for children and is a beacon of hope! LET'S HEAR IT FOR FROOOOOOST!"

During the introduction, the announcer had a dramatic video with slides and clips of Frost's service work in his universe. Bardock looked at where Gine and Chi-Chi were in disbelief when they were cheering for the enemy.

This has to be fake...

Once Frost had reached Bardock, he offered him his hand to shake. When the Saiyan refused, the opponent still smiled sweetly and spoke politely. "Thank you for giving me the honor of fighting someone who has saved his entire world. It is my greatest pleasure to learn from you, win or lose."

What the fuck...

The more Bardock thought about it, maybe this little shit was telling the truth. Cabba and the other Saiyans from his universe are the complete opposite version of Bardock's crew and who he grew up with. Maybe the version of Frieza had to be the opposite, as well.

I'm still not going to shake his hand.

"Why don't you just get into your final form already?"

Frost tilted his horned head to the side, pretending to be confused. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, stop with this corny routine. I have one of your kind in my universe. Don't beat around the bush," Bardock put his fists to his side and transformed into a Super Saiyan, sensing that this would be as far as he needed to go. Vegeta took a look at Cabba, and knew by his shocked expression that he had never seen this before. "There. I did it for you. You're all about equality or some shit, right?"

Frost chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "You got me, you got me. It's an honor-"

"SHUT UP!"

Frost put his hand against his heart as if Bardock's words truly hurt him. Chi-Chi could be heard from the platform screaming 'boo' at Bardock's attitude with such a kind, giving, child loving hero. Bardock continued to eye the demon suspiciously as he went through his transformations, until finally getting to the version whose ass he wanted to kick.

Without giving the opponent a chance, Bardock started to rapidly attack the poor hero with a series of jabs to the face. Frost was beginning to fall to his knees, weakened by the full blown Super Saiyan punches. The spectators continued to boo Bardock, pissing him off further and making his attacks stronger. It wasn't until the demon began to stumble backwards that Bardock paused for a minute.

Yeah, this thing isn't a threat. Not even comparable to Frieza's power.

The Saiyan urged Frost to come forward, despite the obvious weakening of his body. "C'mon, I know you could at least get one hit in."

Frost struggled to walk forward, almost looking the soldiers who held up a flag during battle. "I'm the only hope for so many of those poor, homeless children... I will not fail them..."

The demon was close enough to aim for Bardock's shoulder.

Only he had missed and came into contact to where his heart was instead.

Wondering if his trick had worked, Frost took a step backward and waited to see what would happen.

The moment that the fist had come into contact to his heart, Bardock's vision had become distorted. Frost was being stretched up and down, left to right, and spun out of control.

"What... the fuck did you do to me..." The voice was too weak, diminishing so much to the point that Bardock was only whispering to himself as he clutched his heart. He vision had become so awful that he could barely make out the kick that knocked him out of the arena.

From up above, Gohan had watched in horror as his grandfather took in one last breath out before his chest did not move at all anymore. The grandson couldn't even hear anymore. He jumped off the panel to get to his grandpa the same moment his mother, grandmother, and wife were doing the same.

But his body disappeared before they could reach him.

While Beerus began fighting with Champa about disqualifying Frost for killing a team member, the announcer shot back that Bardock himself had disappeared before anyone could check his vitals. Therefore, it was a forfeit and Frost was an innocent winner.

"Whis! Whis!" Gohan grabbed onto the angel by his shoulders, trying to find the water that was building up in his eyes. "Is that what really happened!? Did Gramps just... I dunno what he did! Did he just leave for a little? If someone gets eliminated here, are they sent somewhere else?"

"Mm, no," Whis pushed Gohan away and brushed off the parts of his clothing the hybrid had touched. "He definitely died."

"WHAT!?" Goku was holding back Gohan from attacking the one who killed Bardock, but was in hysterics himself to understand what had just happened. "How could he have died!? Bardock couldn't have lost that easily, let alone died! You have to be wrong, Whis!"

"This is why I constantly reminded Bardock to be cautious in battle," Whis sighed and threw his teal hands up. "Oh well. Maybe you guys will have a string of luck and he'll return."

Having been on the defensive side already, Gohan pushed his father out of the way to get closer to the attendant. "That's why we are going to do everything in our power to win this tournament! We'll use the Super Dragon Balls to bring him back!"

Whis tapped his staff near the tip of his toes and shook his head. "Mm-mm. You're not aware of the curse the Kanassans put him, are you?"

Gohan hooded his eyes. He always felt uneasy when Whis began to talk like this. "What do you mean? Shenron removed the curse years ago!"

"While it is true the dragon granted your wish, Shenron was only powerful enough to remove the ability to foresee the future and not time travel at random. There are repercussions that you Earthlings never take into consideration when you use the Dragon Balls," Whis sighed once more and tilted his head to the side. "Bardock's alive, but no longer in this timeline. Every time Bardock dies, he will be transported to a different moment in time. Perhaps in another world. This part of the Kanassan curse will never be lifted."

Beerus crossed his thin arms over his chest while Gohan and Goku began to throw Whis a slew of questions and exasperation. "That's what you Saiyans get for murdering mindlessly. Don't feel bad for his past mistakes. You must reap what you sow. Piccolo, you're up next."

"I'LL KILL HIM!"

The sounds of bombs exploding and the cackling embers of the aftermath woke Bardock up. He lay in a crater, looking up at a darkened, smoke-filled sky. It was a large contrast to the beautiful blue yonder he experienced the first time he opened his eyes on Earth. He lifted a hand to his chest to feel the pain that Frost had inflected on him, but sat up right when he couldn't feel anything.

This wasn't right at all.

Fucking bastard's poison sent me to Hell...

It made the most logical sense, given his surroundings. Bardock balled up his fist while rising to his feet. He jumped out of the crater and placed his hands on his hips while donning a furrowed brow.

"Yemma, you piece of shit!" He screamed to nobody. "I thought I did enough for the world to at least be in purgatory!"

He kicked a pebble, or perhaps a piece of a building, in front of him. Hell was too quiet. He thought there would be much more fire and demonic creatures running around. After a moment of grumbling and a series of cursing, Bardock shrugged his colossal shoulder muscles.

They better use those fucking Super Dragon Balls to wish me back.

"BLACK!"

Bardock wasn't even standing for forty seconds until a blue haired, sword-wielding maniac came charging at him from behind the ruble of a destroyed building. The tip of the weapon grazed his shoulder, causing a rip in the golden band of his armor. The warrior held onto both of the attacker's wrists tightly with two hands, glaring into his hateful blue eyes. That hairstyle the maniac wore was similar to that of a child Bardock was all too familiar with.

The Saiyan's hands were beginning to tremble to match the rhythm of the rage flowing through the swordsman's veins that were in his grip. Bullets from the guns of hidden snipers were hitting Bardock at all directions, while the grenades being thrown were exploding what remained of the structures in the area. The scent of death and dying lingered in the air, and Bardock had a gut wrenching feeling that it has been this way for eternity.