In spite of being his enemy, some spectators in the universe seven stands could not help but feel sympathetic towards Gohan's opponent. It was true that Mr. Frost had been punished with a tragic fate. Having one's home world lost, their family devastated and then being forced to avenge one's fallen by battling a quasi-immortal creature similar to Majin Boo. All in universe seven could relate to the severity and difficulty of such a mission. But if that were not enough, further revelations struck at universe seven's heart: those that Frost leads a force responsible for peacekeeping efforts and that he refuses to kill. More importantly, that if Frost wins, he will receive support and funding from the God of Destruction for his efforts. All of these factors invoked pity in the souls of the tournament's spectators and even Gohan instinctively could not bring himself to knock out Frost immediately, as he knew he could.

Still, as a Saiyan, he thought it disrespectful if he had finished the match without using his full power, so as a gesture of good will, Gohan unleased his potential right after his opponent had revealed his true form. To everyone in the arena who could sense battle powers, the impending result was obvious before any punch was thrown: Gohan would be victorious; Frost's maximum output resembled Gohan's… only Gohan's power in the Cell Games, not the Gohan that he was fighting. With that being said, the Saiyan's mentor, the super Namekian, was apprehensive and cautious about the supposedly guaranteed result.

Frost jumped and tried to drop kick his opponent, but his foot was grabbed by the young adult. In retaliation, Frost attempted to wrap Gohan's arm with his tail in order to throw him out of the ring, but the contestant in the purple Gi did not budge, much to Frost's dismay. Gohan simply closed his eyes, seized the alien by the tail and threw him against the floor, causing his opponent to cough up blood.

"So strong…!" Frost got up and bombarded his opponent with a rapid-fire sequence of punches. Nevertheless, the Saiyan simply obstructed his blows using his hands, without moving his feet from his position. Ordinarily, he could have simply remained still, and the result would have been the same: he would have not sustained any damage and defeated his opponent with a flick of his finger; however, it did not sit right with him to win in that way, his opponent deserved to be acknowledged with his skill. When Frost attempted to headbutt the Saiyan in the face, Gohan countered with his own headbutt, careening the reptilian through the floor over to the stage's edge.

"No…" Frost once more got up, refusing to stay down. "I must guarantee lord Champa's support. For the sake of universe six and all those who have lost their homes and their loved ones, I must prevail," he was struggling to speak as blood leaked from his forehead following Gohan's headbutt. It was clear that Frost could not sustain even another blow from his opponent. "I didn't want to use this, but he gives me no choice," he thought.

"I'm sorry our fight had to end this way," Gohan lamented as he walked over to his opponent. His heart was conflicted: half of him wanted to spare the alien and give up so he would not be responsible for obstructing his goal, the other half knew he could not surrender without being able to truly use his full power against an equal opponent. "I wish you the best," Gohan raised his hand ready to charge a Ki blast.

Frost took his stance: "I will at least go down fighting," forcing Gohan to crack a smile. The lizard attempted to throw a kick but the Saiyan dodged. Even so, Frost had managed to grab Gohan's ankle with his tail without his noticing. As he tried to uppercut the Saiyan in the stomach in the following split second, Gohan was compelled to block it with his elbow.

In that instant, Jaco the patrolman, noticed something, but unsure of what he had seen, decided to stay silent. However, the young Saiyan began feeling nauseous, with blurry vision and slowed down reaction and movement speed. Hit, who had been watching the match attentively ever since the Saiyan had powered up, now closed his eyes, somewhat irritated. Gohan's senses jumbled, he couldn't defend himself against his opponent who, sensing an opening, used his tail, which was still attached to the Saiyan's ankle, to throw him out of bounds.

"The winner of this match is Frost of universe six!"

"Did I overdo it?" Frost thought, as he looked over to Gohan, checking his vitals. As Gohan got up with the help of his father by his side, trying to compose himself, the alien sighed in relief.

"Sorry, dad, I couldn't show you the fruits of my training…"

"What happened, Gohan?" Goku eyes his son with seriousness.

"I don't know. I just started feeling nauseous and then I couldn't control my body properly," he sunk into thought. "I guess I just let my guard down too much, I should have ended it at the start but I started to feel sorry for Mr. Frost, so he took his chance. It's my fault."

Goku waved off his son's self-disappointment with a smile. Gohan then went to congratulate Frost with a handshake while his father worriedly stared the alien down from afar. Once the two had returned to the benches, Gohan was immediately chastised by his God of Destruction; Tenhinhan attempted to placate the God and save his friend from his anger. In the meantime, Goku took the opportunity to approach Piccolo quietly, addressing him in a weighty tone: "That Frost guy did somethin', didn't he?"

"Yeah," the Namekian nodded. "I didn't see it but there's no doubt about it. Gohan wouldn't be done in by an attack like that."

"Next contestant from universe seven is the contestant, Piccolo!"

"Guess it's ya turn now."

"Guess so," he smiled. "Son, you've got any advice?"

"Hm…" The Saiyan threw his arms around the back of his head. "In terms 'o power and speed, he's got ya beat and he's a tricky guy, that Frost…"

"So, you're saying I'm going to lose?"

"Yeah, for sure!" He replied with a smile. "But maybe ya can surprise me."

The Namekian grinned. "I'll try." He took his spot on the fighting stage, and now addressing his opponent, asked: "Are you planning on fighting in that form? Why don't you hold back a little?"

"Rest assured. I don't have enough power left to accidentally take your life."

"How comforting," Piccolo scoffed. Before the referee could start the match, Piccolo freed himself of his weighted clothing, throwing it to the side of the arena, where it made a crater upon impact, stunning everyone from the sixth universe's stands. "But maybe you're the one who needs to watch out for your own life," a calm and thin but visible white aura enveloped the Namekian. "I'm not as naïve as my friend, don't think your little tricks can work. I see right through your ruse."

"I'm sorry," Frost said, donning his resolved expression once more. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"There's no way Gohan would lose consciousness from that level of power," Vegeta thought. "There's something else at play here." Meanwhile, the galactic Patrolman flew over to the benches, sitting next to the prince. Weary still of the alien's strange relationship with his wife, the Saiyan asked what the policemen wanted and was met with the response that he wanted to see the matches from up close.

"Begin!"

"I have already shown you all of my so-called 'tricks.' All I have left is resolve. That's what I will use to fight," with no response coming from his Namekian opponent, Frost charged in. The two began exchanging blows. Frost had the upperhand but the Namekian was holding his own very well. Since the reptilian was far more fatigued than the demonic spawn, Piccolo was steadily managing to get his own hits in. Even so, it was not enough to cause much damage, so the green man thought it best to gain some distance and attack from long range, propelling himself backwards via flight.

Frost chased him down but was met with Piccolo's extended arm, which had extended from afar and closed the gap between the two rapidly. The Namekian's foot then extended also and kicked the reptile in the stomach.

The horned combatant was not deterred from these relatively light blows, however, and soon recommenced his assault. Piccolo, trying to keep his distance, began firing Ki blasts in the direction of his opponent, which were either deflected or missed entirely. Nevertheless, unbeknownst to Frost, the blast attacks rather than explode took a scattered stationary position up in the sky.

The Namekian's enemy closed the gap between the two and with no other idea in mind to escape his range, Piccolo opened his mouth and shot a wide beam of energy from his throat. His opponent was taken aback for a second but powered through the blast's impact to deliver a fierce punch to the jaw, knocking the Namekian downwards into the stage.

Frost did not rest and pursued his opponent, coming down on him from above, but when he attempted to strike him with a punch to the forehead, he was instead met with an illusionary visage, and his fist struck the pavement; it was the afterimage technique. Before Frost could even attempt to find his opponent, a knee struck him in the temple, followed by a roundhouse kick launching him upward into the sky once more.

The two took a breather. Piccolo spat out some blood and looked at his opponent, grinning. He extended his arms by his side and then brought them together in front of him, and before Frost could figure out what the Namekian was planning, he was being struck with a dozen Ki blasts coming from above in all directions; they were the same blasts that had missed or been deflected a minute earlier. Piccolo's grenades caused a wide explosion that must have left its mark on his opponent.

Clearing the smoke away, Frost appeared damaged, but not beaten. He smiled and finally spoke once more: "You've called me a trickster, but aren't you full of those yourself? Trying to keep your distance was a wise strategy, but I feel it has taken its toll. You must have expended a large amount of your energy reserves with these last few attacks."

"What about you? With the damage you've taken from the last three matches, you probably can't last much longer, too," he countered, as Frost descended and took his place on the ground ahead of him.

"That's right. Hence why I will finish this with the next blow," the two took their stances. "I didn't want to use this a second time, but I have no choice," he thought.

The lizard rushed to Piccolo and tried to throw a hook to the cheek. The Namekian's initial plan was to block with his shoulder and counter with a punch of his own, but as Frost's fist got progressively closer, his ear began to ring. Saved by his acute senses, Piccolo just barely dodged the attack and fired off an electrical beam from his antennae to catch his opponent by surprise and allow him to jump back and gain some distance.

"I see, I've finally figured out what it was."

"Objection!" Jaco the patrolman stood up, catching everyone's attention. "Contestant Mr. Frost is cheating! There is a weapon in his right arm!"

The accused remained silent.