Don't Own Dbz, Only The Oc.

'thought'

"Speech"

"Speech through phones and Text via book, notes, or newspaper... when those are around..."

"Powerful Creatures Speaking"

(Mid Chapter Authors Notes)


I roll my shoulders as I let out a long groan.

Well, that was certainly some good training, I wonder what I should have for dinner... eh, I'll ask Towa-

"Ah... there he is lord Beerus."

I blink to the blue man with extremely tall white hair standing outside my house.

"Beerus?" I ask with a slow blink.

The hairless purple cat steps out from behind the angel. "There you are. You. Come with me."

"Huh?" I blink. "Are we about to fight again?"

"As much as I'd like it, regretfully not." The god states. "My little brother really wants earth for its food. So we are having a tournament to decide on who gets to keep it. I accepted, but I really don't want to try it without "

I give him a half lidded stare. "What exactly... do you get out of that?"

"I get a wish on the super dragon balls." He answers.

"Oh cool. Sure, I'll fight. Can I make a request about what you should wish for?"

He frowns. "I'll consider it."

"Making Chronoa a legitimately good cook?" I ask.

"…"

"I'll definitely consider that." he instantly agrees.

"Don't tell her I said that though." I deadpan.

The angel brings a hand to his mouth to hide his smile.

"So, when's this tournament happening?"

"Now." Beerus states.

"You waited all this time to seek me out?" I mutter with a wide blink.

"Yes." Beerus slowly nods. "I didn't think you'd need much persuasion... and you didn't... take us away before he reconsiders, Whis."

"I'm gonna be real, I'm not going to reconsider because this is the chance for the executioner's blade that is Chronoa's cooking to stop hanging over my neck.

We disappear out of the time nest, flashes of color pass by us as we travel through space in a bubble.

"So... what are we working with here?" I slowly ask.

"Those two saiyans from earth, the namek, and a pink blob thing... the tournament is a five versus five. When someone fights, they will proceed until they have defeated every opponent or until they lose and someone else takes their place."

"I see." I slowly state. "You need me because you really don't want to lose, eh?"

"My my Lord Beerus, having someone as strong as you might be bending a couple of rules about not having gods of destruction fight."

"He's not a god of destruction so it's fine." The cat waves off.

"Not yet, but he could very well grow to replace you, Lord Beerus." The angel smugly hums glancing over to me. "Have you ever considered becoming a god of destruction?"

"Ugh. No." I scoff. "I'm too nice for it. I'd be a bad god of destruction... could never handle the permanently deleting people thing."

With a flash we appear inside a large bubble of air, stood atop a large stone platform in the middle of an arena, large bleachers surround the arena, in one corner sits a large picture of Beerus, and in the other is a large picture of a... fatter beerus with red clothing.

I look around slowly and see several MASSIVE orange orbs floating up above.

"Hn." I hum. "Stone bleachers are a little boring, no?"

I look up to see a large cube filled with people.

Beerus floats up behind me and smirks at Champa.

"Took you long enough." The fat cat growls. "This is the warrior which you were putting all your hopes in? Tch. Doesn't look like much. Just some kid."

"You have never been good at judging power, have you Champa?" Beerus asks smugly. "It's kid with a capital K. he could probably singlehandedly wipe out whatever measly forces you managed to gather from your universe."

"Heh." Champa huffs. "Whatever you say, Beerus. I've got the best assassin in my universe to join! He'll knock your team flat! I'm glad your confident! It'll make taking earth MUCH more fun!"

"By the way... I know about your dirty little secret Champa... you stole some of those orbs from my universe which explains your trespassing."

"What are you talking about?" The god asks while looking away, sweat pouring down his head.

"I knew you were up to something." The slim god growls. "If you were any other god I would destroy you for such a theft. Not that it matters, they'll all be mine soon anyways."

"You should be using this time to prepare for your inevitable failure." The fat god scoffs.

"Are you two done yet?" A female angel asks as she slowly floats down. "If so, I can escort you all to the arena now."

"Ugh!" I hear a kid growl. "Are those seats made out of rock?! Don't you have cushions or something?!"

"Trunks is right! We came a long way for this so you could at the very least make us comfortable." Bulma shouts

"No one forced you to come, mortal." The fat god scoffs.

"No, no, she has a point, Champa. And my competitor said the same thing, what a bad host you are... you should at least allow your guests to be comfortable at the very least. Whis, if you would."

"You do know how I love redecorating, my lord." The angel hums as he swings his staff through the air, suddenly the stone bleachers are turned into nothing but motes of light, sitting in their place is a floating platform with several green chairs and a red table, a second platform appears, it appears to be a small mound of earth with blue grass.

A second platform with chairs appears, this one with a blue table.

A final smaller island appears, covered with blue grass, but this one has a large cushion and several large comfortable looking pillows

I let out a low hum as I float off the ground and go sit atop the large blue grassy platform as the gods continue to bicker.

The large cube holding most of the 'important' people from universe seven floats over and offloads everyone.

"Hmph. When Beerus said he had someone stronger than us I should have assumed it'd be you." I hear an annoyed sounding voice state.

"Oh hey! It's been a while!" The second grins.

"Yo." I wave to the two saiyans of universe six as I watch the female Angel, Vados approach us.

"I will now bring you to the testing location. Please follow me." I look to Piccolo, Goku, Vegeta and Majiin buu as they slowly float upwards.

I follow along with a low hum.

"URRAAGH! I don't want to do a stupid damn test! I just want to punch some bastards in the face!" A female voice snarls.

"B-But sis... y-you can do it after!" A meek voice interrupts.

"Tch. I came for a tournament, not a damned school lesson!" The same voice growls. "Hey freezie pop! Wanna fight?!"

"I would prefer to save my energy for the tournament... you should as well."

"Bah! Who cares! I'll just kick their asses anyways." The girl scoffs.

"You are being rash." A male voice frowns.

We step up onto a platform with quite a few desks and tables.

Several eyes are drawn to us, there's a large robot, a white, grey, and blue changeling, and three small saiyans, two girls, and one boy.

I blink slowly as my eyes are drawn to the assassin sitting in a desk in the corner with his eyes shut.

His eyes snap open and lock with mine as I smirk.

I look to the three saiyans, one is Cabba, another is a girl with long wild hair a pink tube top and purple baggy pants, and the final one is a dark skinned girl with a spikey pony tail, wearing golden arm bands, a red shirt exposing her stomach, and a red skirt with a brown belt.

The tube top wearing girl grins viciously.

'Why did they bring Caulifla and Kale? Where's the big yellow tubby guy?'

"Woah! A robot!" Goku grins.

"Oi oi!" Caulifla calls out as she hops out of the desk she was sat in. "You lot are saiyans, right?"

She struts over towards us while cupping her chin. "Tch. You guys don't look like much. What's with the tails?"

"Uh, ancient saiyans had tails." Cabba interjects

"If I wanted a damn history lesson, you goodie two shoes, I would have asked-"

"But you did." I deadpan.

"Who the HELL do you think you are, you scrawny little pissant?" The girl snarls.

"I think I'm stronger than you."

"Ohoho you've got balls, kid. Of course, you don't know who I am! I'm Caulifla! The scourge of Planet Sadala and you've got a lotta nerve being so casual!"

"I'm Nion... I'm THE saiyan god... I'm sorry If I'm not impressed by a... bandit? You're a bandit, right?"

I nod my head and step around her. "Meet me in the arena if you have any issues with what I said."

I turn and with a blast of speed I place myself in a nearby desk, the girl blinks slowly then looks around, eventually spying me sitting with my arms crossed.

A feral grin slowly spreads across her face as she slowly strides forwards as a golden aura of energy appears around her. "Well now... you're pretty quick."

Vados places a hand on her shoulder. "There will no fighting before the tests take place."

The girl looks back with a glare then lets out a low growl as she turns away, aura disappearing as she flops into her seat.

"Those of you who aren't here to compete... please leave." The angel attendant states while slowly looking to Kale.

The girl flinches and looks back to Caulifla, the girl in question nods, causing the dark skinned saiyan to slowly fly away.

"Now then... we shall start on the testing phase."


I sit with my arms crossed as I watch Beerus silently seethe about how Buu fell asleep.

"Laaaadies and gentlemen! Thank you for your patience! The six and seventh universe's tournament of destroyers shall now begin! So hold onto your hats and get ready for the show!"

I glance over to the several kais sad on the small planetoid, then to the small mass of universe seven people up on the other, I can see Kale off to the far side, distancing herself from them.

"And now! For the singing of the joint-universal anthem."

"Son of a fucking-" I sharply inhale as a spotlight shines down on the arena... some strange purple alien bird thing stands within it... frankly it looks like what happens when you get a finch, cross it with a FUCKING Teletubby AND a penguin, give it a red bowtie, and force it to hold a microphone.

He begins with an extremely deep voice. "it's a biiiiig universe... and there's twoooooo."

He finishes his song.

"That was beautiful!" The announcer cheers. "Thank you!"

"I wanna fucking die." I state, making my displeasure known.

"What's that, Saiyan? Do you not care for the anthem of our universes?" Beerus asks with a slightly menacing glare.

"Was it like... made for this tournament? I fail to see how it would have been relevant before today." I deadpan.

"Your guess is as good as mine." The cat shrugs. "I've never heard it either."

"And now for our first match!" The announcer exclaims. "let's see who we've got!"

"From the sixth universe... contested Frost! And representing the seventh universe... Gokuuuu!"

The saiyan in question stands up and walks forwards, he looks back to Beerus, Whis, Piccolo, Vegeta and I, then gives us a wave as he hops off and lands in the arena.

His opponent takes his spot just in front of him.

Goku cups his chin. "So! You must be Universe six's frieza!"

"Tch. Even looking at him makes me sick." Vegeta growls to my left

I can hear some annoyed groans from the crowd up on the floating blue planetoid.

"Frieza? Hm." The changeling mutters. "That does sound like a Changeling name... but it is a pleasure to meet you! My name is Frost!"

He steps forwards and holds out a hand. "I hope that you are as strong as you look, this fight shall be a truly grand one. Let's have a good fair fight."

I narrow my eyes slightly and allow my vision to shift, I focus on his forearm while he remains standing.

Yep. There's a needle.

Goku awkwardly takes his hand and shakes it, the changeling then steps past him and looks to the crowd of watchers.

"People of universe seven... judging by your disgusted looks and glares... perhaps this doppleganger of mine was not the greatest person. However. I wish to change that point of view. I am thankful for this tournament, and at the end of the day no matter who wins I believe that we could all come together, shake hands and say 'that was a fair game well fought'. So please sit back and enjoy the fight between me and your champion, Goku. Thank you for lending me your ears."

He bows his head slightly with a kind smile.

"Ah. I see his game."

Piccolo and Vegeta glance over to me.

"Hm?" Beerus hums.

Goku scratches the back of his head. "A good guy frieza? Yeesh. This is causing my head to hurt."

"Judging by a couple observations this guy might be just as rotten as that other one was." I note before shrugging. "Eh. I could be wrong though."

"And just what observations are those?" Vegeta asks.

"I'll keep them to myself for now... I could be overthinking it." I state with a small sigh. "I really want to hold out and see if this guy is legitimately good or not."

Beerus shoots a blast up at the gong as Champa does, they both smash into it and create a loud crash.

"Match one! You may begin!" The announcer shouts.

Goku enters a fighting stance, and not a moment too soon, as his opponent lunges forwards, fist cocked back.

Goku deflects the punch easily and smashes his elbow into the changeling's face his head snaps back and he does a few back handspring and lands with a crouch, a hand brought up to his nose.

Goku tilts his head. "Why didn't you dodge?"

The changeling slowly stands and lets out a low growl. "Well... it appears you were slightly stronger than I expected."

His body grows, shoulders bulking up. "I predict my second form won't hold much of a candle to you as well, so I'll just go to my third form!"

His head elongates, becoming xenomorphic in appearance, his armor plates grow, his power spikes... but honestly a little disappointing. I've seen people in the time patrol with that sort of power in their first form... plus they could do the kaioken.

"Now we're talking!" Goku grins.

The two fighters blur forwards, rapidly trading blows across the arena, it's impressive, but Goku's on the backfoot.

Frost lands a brutal gut punch on the saiyan then smashes a knee into his face, causing him to stumble backwards, he then charges a ki blast and fires it, but Goku recovers and slaps away the attack, responding with his own that the changeling blocks by crossing his arms.

They blast about the arena, taking flight and blurring across the sky, trading energy blast for energy blast, punch for punch, Goku even headbutts changeling at one point.

"A bit of trivia." The announcer begins. "This form of Frost is officially called the 'Charging Form'. And now a little backstory on contestant Frost! To end the constant warfare that used to plague the sixth universe, frost lead a peace keeping army. He used this form to protect countless worlds, he now devotes his time to reconstruction. Finding homes for the billions of children orphaned in the wars he ended. These actions have earned him the coveted universal peace prize for a record three times in a row!"

Goku gets smashed into the arena and flips to his feet as frost begins firing finger beams at the saiyan.

A golden outline surrounds him as he begins effortlessly deflecting them.

"Go ahead and turn into your final form!" Goku calls out, his hair raising and turning gold. "If you keep holding back I'll knock you out here and now!"

I glance up to the other team to see Caulifla grinning, her fists clenched in excitement, Champa on the other hand is panicking. "What the heck is he doing?! Since when could your race transform like that?!"

"It's just super saiyan." The boy responds while scratching the back of his head.

I saw a glimpse earlier with Caulifla and didn't believe it... thought it was merely a trick of the light, but no... it looks like they can turn super saiyan.

That changes things.

But it looks like with super saiyan four, Goku and Vegeta will easily clean up house

I look back to the fight to see super saiyan goku clash with a 'final' form frost.

Goku freezes abruptly after another punch, my eyes narrowing.

"Ah. He is a scumbag then." I state with a frown as I watch Goku sway briefly.

Once more catching the attention of the people sharing the viewing box.

"What the hell do you mean by that?" Piccolo asks.

"Wait... there is something up with Kakarot." Vegeta frowns.

Frost spin kicks the saiyan out of the arena, shocking everyone.

Vegeta's eyes narrow. "Wait... is that-"

"And thus, he cheated." I nod.

"CHEATED?!" Beerus snarls whirling around to glare down at the arena.

"Don't give me that, Beerus!" Champa shouts. "You're just mad because your guy lost!"

"I've counted two needles so far during the fight, they were probably poisoned judging by how Goku stopped fighting shortly after one stabbed him. One in each forearm... and it looks like there may be one in his ankle... not too sure about that last one though. Before goku fell out, he got poked by the needle on his right wrist." I announce.

I sigh and shake my head. "I had hoped he would have been a good guy."

Piccolo narrows his eyes at the changeling. "I can see them..."

Beerus lets out a low growl and hops to his feet. "Champa accept it! Your guy cheated! He has poisoned needles in his forearms!"

"I don't see any needles." The fat god huffs as he turns away.

Ugh. This is going to be annoying. Why couldn't I have just gone to sleep when I got home instead of being drafted into this damn carnival show?


I watch a super Saiyan four Vegeta clash with Cabba who is sat within super saiyan two.

It's strange now that I think about it...

Vegeta is clearly winning, of course, as Vegeta is both stronger and at a higher transformation, but...

He wasn't winning when he was using his super saiyan two transformation and Cabba was using his super saiyan one form.

Cabba was actually the one winning there and not by a meager amount... he was winning considerably. Being nearly twice as powerful as the super saiyan two.

Vegeta was using grade five super saiyan two, yet he only barely kept up with a basic super saiyan cabba.

"These saiyans... have evolved past their need for tails." I mutter as I cup my chin.

I look over to Goku. "It seems like they can access all the power of Oozaru without a tail... meaning all of their transformations are ten times stronger... as are their base powers themselves.

I let out a small sigh and shake my head. "That's such bullshit."

"Are you really one to be talking?" The namekian asks.

"Eh, that's fair... but keep this in mind... if any of them ever went god... it'd be a two hundred thousand multiplier instead of a meager twenty thousand... hell, that's even larger than my multiplier was back before I got stuck in this form... and I had masted my god form far beyond any of my other transformations... now imagine what would happen if they stacked super saiyan on top of god like I can... but it's not a mere fifty times multiplier, is a five hundred times multiplier. Once more surpassing me despite my incredible mastery of super saiyan."

"Vegeta down there managed to bring up super saiyan four to around the multiplier of god through incredible training." I continue as I point down to the arena.

Vegeta has the boy by the collar and is punching him repeatedly in the face.

"Now imagine if a universe six Saiyan didn't coast off raw talent and actually trained their forms!" I frown.

I look over to Caulifla who looks up with a smirk.

I look over to Goku. "You'll probably lose if the other saiyan can go super saiyan three."

Vegeta eventually hurls the boy out of the arena.

"But overall, it looks like you have improved drastically... either of you could have thrashed that Frieza guy in his fifth form."

"Universe Seven's Vegeta Wins! Will the next contestant please enter the arena."

I watch a purple figure slowly stand and slip his hands into the pockets of his trench coat.

He hops down into the arena.

The two fighters glare at each other, hit an impassive stare while Vegeta sneers at the man.

"So... who's this guy, Whis?" Beerus asks. "He looks familiar."

"His name is Hit, my lord." The angel supplies. "He is the best assassin universe six has to offer. It is said that not even a single target has escaped his reach. They call him 'Never Miss Hit'."

"Woah..." Goku blinks.

"Well now." Beerus states. "I hope Vegeta comes out on top, but I always enjoy a good fight."

He points at the gong and hits it with an energy blast.

"AND BEGIN!"

Hit slowly raises his fists as Vegeta's energy crackles around him.

"I'd suggest you stop looking down on me with that pitiful stance!" Vegeta lowly growls, arms held limply at his sides.

Nothing seems to happen for a moment as the two continue to stare.

Vegeta lets out a growl and lunges forwards as Hit suddenly moves.

There's a small flicker in my vision as I watch Hit jerk around Vegeta's punch, Vegeta launches a second punch forwards as well... at nothing... his eyes widen a moment later as Hit's fist imbeds itself into Vegeta's side, a blast of energy shooting out his other side.

Vegeta coughs blood as he is launched to the left.

"Holy crap!" Goku gasps.

"That speed..." Piccolo mutters.

"Uh oh." Beerus states.

"I second that, my lord." The angel hums. "Vegeta might be more than three times stronger than him, but it appears he's got some sort of special ability."

"Ah. I've figured him out." I note as I materialize a piece of paper. "Pretty cool ability. Not gonna lie."

I fold the paper three times, each fold near the middle.

"Give up." Hit growls.

"Yeah right." Vegeta scoffs as he hops to his feet and lunges forwards again. "You're pretty cocky for someone who's only landed a single punch!"

Vegeta whirls around the assassin, disappearing right before his fist makes contact and reappearing to behind the purple assassin.

Hit disappears and reappears to the left, fist smashing into Vegeta's neck, ragdolling the saiyan as he is launched across the arena.

Vegeta slowly and shakily gets up.

"His ability is pretty simple once you think about it... he's skipping time."

"Skipping time?" Piccolo asks with a scoff. "Tch. That's nonsense."

I lift the folded piece of paper. "Take this paper as if it were time."

I point to the folded sections, the first large part. "Movement."

I point to the first and second folded parts. "Punch."

I point to the last big block. "Results."

I fold the paper, hiding the middle parts. "This is what you see."

I unfold it then fold one of the folded parts in half. "This is what I see. It seems to lessen the time based on power difference."

"ooooh." Goku mutters. "So, all I've got to do is increase the power difference and I'll be alright?"

"Well, Vegeta's stronger than you, but he's also tired... but he is probably still trying to figure out the ability... so yes... you have a fairly large chance of beating him... I'll let you figure out how you're going to beat him."

Vegeta crumples to his knees and falls prone after a brutal stomach punch, the announcer observes the saiyan for a moment... watching as he falls from the super saiyan four state.

"H-Hit wins!" He calls out after a moment of Vegeta not moving.

I spy Goten and trunks rushing down to the arena with a towel and some water in hand, followed shortly by Krillin who gives the downed saiyan a senzu

His power spikes immediately as he punches the arena and lets out a growl. "DAMN IT!"

"Well, hit's certainly going to be a big problem you, Goku." Beerus slowly growls, eyebrow twitching as he glares at his brother who is smugly looking over and giggling.

Goku leaps down into the arena as Vegeta and the others are clearing out.

"Don't lose." Vegeta growls.

Goku scratches the back of his head with a grin and takes his spot opposite of Hit.

"And once more, Goku has returned to the tournament!" The announcer cheers as Goku claps his hands together and bows his head respectfully.

His eyes snap open as he bulks up, red hair spreading across his body as his shirt blows up, his hair lengthens as his pupils turn yellow.

Goku smiles and drops down into a fighting stance as Champa shoots the gong.

"AAAAND BEGIN!"

Goku lunges forwards, reappearing behind the assassin and goes to sweep the leg.

His eyes suddenly narrow as he brings a hand to his stomach, catching the kick hit launched towards his abdomen.

He is carried upwards with a wince, eventually landing on his feet a short distance away.

He looks to his hand and grins. "Well well well... it looks like he was right."

He blasts forwards again, going for a left hook, he immediately abandons it and crosses his arms in front of his neck, blocking a second punch.

Hit slowly lowers his fist with a cautious glare.

"Heheh." Goku chuckles. "I just beat your time skip."

He whirls around, lashing out with a spin kick that smashes into the assassin's ribs as he quickly steps around the saiyan.

He lets out a gasp and is flung backwards, landing a short distance away.

"Lucky shot." The assassin growls as he stands up to his full height.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that." The saiyan grins as he lunges forwards, fist cocked back-

He crosses his arms in front of his chest, blocking Hit's kick.

"Still lucky?!" He snarls as he kicks to the side, landing a brutal kick to the assassin's stomach.

"I've figured you out, hit... your whole gimmick is moving a tenth of a second forward in time to land a surprise shot. But if I just aim where I think you'll be a tenth of a second from now, I'll be able to hit you."

"You are clearly inexperienced in battle if you give up your only advantage that easily." The assassin mutters.

Goku lunges forwards with a roar, launching flurry after flurry of punches and kicks at the assassin, he can barely dodge the blows.

Goku eventually lands another kick to the assassin's ribs, causing him to cough.

"What's the matter?! Not gonna use your time skip?!" The super saiyan four snarls as he uppercuts the assassin and snaps his head to the side with a right hook.

Hit lunges forwards towards the saiyan as his eyes narrow, Goku smashes a fist into his stomach as Hit's punch barely scratches his cheek as he tilts his head out of the way. He then brings up a knee and smashes it into the man's nose, causing him to backflip slowly through the air, opening his back up for a final kick that launches him away.

Beerus grins. "Well now... I had thought that he was going to lose this, but he just might pull it off."

"So, what's your opinion on the super saiyan fours, Beerus?" I ask.

"Hmmm if they had these forms and this power at the time I first showed up on earth, I might have been satisfied with fighting one of them."

The two figures charge at each other.

"You're mine!" Goku roars, fist cocked back-

Hit smashes a fist into his stomach.

"Hm." I hum. "I missed about an inch of his punch that time."

Goku collapses to his hands and knees, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"Combat is craft. What matters is not raw power... but technique." Hit states. "To be honest, I never thought of improving my time skip because I could defeat any opponent I have ever faced... yet then came along you, and I realized I could push it farther."

"Another brutal blow has landed! Contestant Goku! Are you able to continue?"

Goku lets out a low growl

After a moment of pause the announcer continues on. "Well, it looks like thi-"

"NOT YET!" Goku snarls as he shakily gets to his feet, glaring silently at the assassin.

He hops back and narrows his eyes.

Hit blurs forwards and punches the saiyan in the stomach once more.

Goku coughs blood as his hands snap downwards clamping around Hit's arm.

He gathers all of his strength and hurls the assassin backwards, mid throw, the assassin lands three punches on Goku's torso with his other arm.

He seems to realize he has been punched, blood spews from his mouth as he staggers backwards, Hit flung from his grasp.

He whirls around, holding out a hand as Hit is surrounded in an orb of ki.

He swings a hand downwards, spiking the assassin into the floor just as he collapses.

"Hit is out of bounds!" The announcer cheers.

Goku writhes across the arena in a pained haze, dropping from his super saiyan four form.

"Hm. Those last couple of punches were brutal." I note as I watch the assassin slowly stand, he glares at his hands.

"Goku are you able to continue?" The announcer asks as the saiyan forces himself to his hands and knees.

He spits a glob of blood to the side and shakily gets to his feet. "I'm alright. I can keep going."

A girl floats down to the arena and crosses her arms. "Ugh. Piss off old man. You're done. I'm only here for the main course. Not the appetizer."

She glares up at me with a smirk as Beerus shoots a blast at the gong.

"Begin!"

Goku's hair spikes as he ascends to the super saiyan form-

The girl lunges forwards and kicks him out of the arena with a crushing roundhouse kick, not even bothering to transform. The only thing that even slightly hints to the fact that she used more power than her base is the golden aura around her.

Goku crumples outside the arena.

"GOKU!" I hear some of his friends shout as Krillin rushes out and kneels beside the prone fighter. "Hang in there, buddy."

He gives the man a senzu causing him to slowly sit up.

He scratches the back of his head. "Yeesh. That hurt."

I get up and float down into the arena as the man waves and goes to sit with his family. "Good luck!"

I give him a thumbs up as I land and glare at my opponent.

She cracks her knuckles with a grin. "The name's Caulifla! The strongest saiyan in universe six! You said you were a god, right? Awfully arrogant for a skinny little kid with your hair dyed red."

"You're awfully arrogant for someone whose maximum power is weaker than my base form." I respond with a half-lidded glare.

"I'm going to make you eat those words you little bastard!" The girl roars. "At the end of this fight you'll be battered and bruised at my feet!"

One of the two gods shoot the gong above.

"BEGIN!"


And I'm back! (Sort of) I'm going to take long-ish breaks in between chapters. Anyways. It appears things have changed. Caulifla has shown up alongside Cabba.

It doesn't really make sense for Vados to grab Cabba when she should have searched for the 'strongest saiyan' in universe 6. and I'm fairly certain that Caulifla is that very person... at least before Kale became 'Legendary'.

Just think.

'Legendary' saiyans get a x10 multiplier on top of their super saiyan forms... U6 saiyans get an extra x10 on top of the forms as well...

A base SSJ for a legendary U6 saiyan would surpass the SSJ4 of a U6 Saiyan.

Now imagine if it was a Potara fusion between two of the strongest saiyans in universe 6, slap on SSJ3, and man, you've got an avengers level threat right there.

Power levels:

Frost:
Form 1: 430,000,000
Form 3: 1,720,000,000
Form 4: 103,200,000,000

Goku: 1,170,000,000
SSJ(G5 Mastered): 131,040,000,000
SSJ4 (G5 Mastered): 21,060,000,000,000

Cabba: 800,000,000
SSJ: 400,000,000,000
SSJ2: 800,000,000,000

Vegeta: 1,172,000,000
SSJ (G5M): 131,264,000,000
SSJ2 (G5M): 263,700,000,000
SSJ4 (G5M): 21,096,000,000,000

Hit: 6,000,000,000,000 (Before his power had grown against Goku and Vegeta)

Caulifla: 8,900,000,000

Guest Reviews:

Guest 001: Probably.

ya boy: Eh, it was a nice couple of days

Yeet: Possibly at some point.

JustAFan123: Thanks!

Guest 002: Now imagine a golden kaioken frieza... that's what the time patrol may eventually have.

Guest 003: hoo. That'd be chaotic.

Alta: FUUUUUUCK I should have done that. Damn it. I'm absolutely stealing that eventually. As for Whis and Beerus, they are AROUND, but the saiyans found an alternative route and have too much pride to ask for whis to train them to become gods.

Long-Rev:
Oh yeah, training your own great (x6 or 7) grandfather is a little weird. Especially after being forced to deal with a MUCH stronger verson in your day-to-day life.


Anyways, I'll see you all whenever I decide to update this again!