As the tournament carried on with its twists and turns far away from home, a mysterious oval spaceship had just entered the Earth's solar system. Two small blue aliens cloaked in traditional Freeza force armour were bickering about the next course of action.

"Planet 448 is starting to revolt violently and we're unable to keep it under control. Our soldiers are too busy battling on other planets. We have no choice but to revive lord Freeza," the blue-skinned female humanoid with purple hair spoke. It was Berryblue, Freeza's attendant ever since he was a child.

"Damn it, I didn't want to go to Earth. Have we had any luck finding planet Namek yet, Tagoma?" The other short blue alien wore a protective helmet of some kind. His name was Sorbet. Before Freeza's demise, he had been a lowly staff member in the third stellar region. Ever since, he became the commander of the entire army. Owing to the Freeza force's rapid loss of territory and respect, he was forced to come to Earth has a last resort.

"It's no use, lord Sorbet. Even with all the spy cameras we've deployed, nothing has turned up," Tagoma replied. He was a tall, slender, grey alien with a scouter covering both his eyes. Before Freeza had died, he was an up-and-coming soldier, on-par with the likes of Dodoria and Zarbon.

"We're left with no choice, then, we have to go to Earth," knowing that, of course, the ones who had killed his lord resided on Earth left the commander apprehensive, but his desperation was just too great, he needed to revive Freeza with the dragon balls. He took a gamble, aware that Son Goku and the others had left the Earth for some reason, but was nevertheless cautious regarding any potential remaining fighter on the planet. "Tagoma, prepare a spaceship for two. You and I are going to take a little spaceship to Earth."

As the small spacecraft entered the planet's atmosphere, the teenage God of Earth immediately took notice. "Intruders?" Dende then turned to Mr. Popo by his side. "One of them is weak, but the other has a large Ki."

"Too strong," Mr. Popo commented. "Popo doesn't know if he can win."

"Even with your training, Mr. Popo, I'm afraid it'd be a tough call. But let us observe for now. It is possible they leave in peace," Dende returned to the interior of the lookout, where a solitary dragon ball, Goku's four-star, lay on top of a table; the Saiyan had entrusted the Namekian with it for safekeeping.

In the meantime, tensions were rising in the invitational tournament after Jaco had accused the kind-hearted Mr. Frost of fraud.

"That's a baseless accusation!" Cabba exclaimed. "I've fought with Mr. Frost before, he would never stoop to such cheap tricks."

"Mr. Frost is using a weapon," Jaco pointed to the accused. "You cannot fool my eyes! Check out his right arm, he's hiding something like a needle."

"So that's what it was?" Piccolo scoffed. "I thought I heard something."

In spite of Champa's complaints, the referee soon began to inspect Frost, who remained still and silent. Raising his right arm, the referee found a small hole on his wrist. Probing with his finger, a small needle burst out and injected the announcer with a tiny venom, enough to leave him nauseous and pass out for a second.

"This is not a weapon," Frost explained. "It's part of my body."

"It's not," the referee rebuked, while getting up somewhat hungover. "There are signs that it was clearly attached."

"Tch."

"But why?" The astonished universe six Saiyan asked. "Why would someone so honourable as you sink to such a sneaky tactic?"

"So, he was cheating?" Gohan commented. "I thought he was a good guy."

"I'm surprised you could tell," the horned reptilian turned to his opponent. "I deliberately hid the needle until the last second."

"Us Namekians have great hearing, didn't you know?"

"I see, you're full of surprises," and he turned to the universe six bench, but specifically to Cabba: "I apologize for cheating, I was desperate to guarantee lord Champa's support. I'm willing to do anything, even put in cause the integrity and dignity of this meaningless tournament, to help save lives." The Saiyan, though disgruntled, disappointed and unhappy, could not muster up a response. Frost once again turned to Piccolo: "And just between us, I figure lord Champa won't be kind to his losers, so I could not afford to lose." However, his Namekian opponent remained silent. Finally, the alien addressed the referee: "So, am I disqualified?"

"Oh!" The announcer, caught up in the drama, had forgotten to do his job: "Yes! Contestant Frost has been disquali-"

"Wait!" Piccolo interrupted. "There is no need to disqualify him. I'm capable of continuing."

"Is that alright, Mr. Piccolo?" His opponent looked at him with a smile of compassion. "Would you not rather conserve your stamina?"

Piccolo smirked, this time without the kind of hostility he had been displaying all throughout the match; he seemed to be figuring his opponent out, after all. "I'll finish this quick," part of him knew this to be true, part of him also knew he could lose in an instant if Frost played his hand right, but his entire soul screamed that winning through disqualification was not satisfactory.

"Alright, then."

Before the referee could resume the match, an idea struck Beerus, who immediately turned to Gohan: "Hey, kid, didn't you get stabbed by that needle as well?"

"Huh? Yeah, now that I think about it…" The Saiyan started searching his body, looking for a stab wound. He found a tiny opening on his elbow, sure enough the same place where Frost had last hit him.

"Wait just a minute!" The God of Destruction shouted at the referee and, taking Gohan by the arm, displayed the proof of Frost's deceit. "Gohan got stabbed by that needle too. It's a violation is it not?"

"I see… now that you mention it, it is indeed. What would you like to do? Take over the fight?"

"No," Gohan replied. "I'm sure Mr. Piccolo wants to finish this on his own. I can go next."

"I'm going next!" Vegeta screamed from the sidelines.

Gohan laughed in embarrassment. "Well, then I don't mind. I can go last."

Before Goku could get his hopes up at fighting sooner than expected, Beerus spoke up: "What?! No! Goku's going last!"

"I thought Monaka was goin' last," the carefree Saiyan intervened, disappointed.

"What? Yes! Monaka is last, you're second to last!"

"So what's your order then?" The referee somewhat impatiently asked.

"Piccolo now, Vegeta after, then Gohan, Goku and Monaka. That's our line-up."

Champa tried to complain to the referee about the arbitrary decisions and line-up changes, but it was to no avail, he was soon persuaded by Beerus to accept his conditions.

"Ladies and gentlemen, apologies for the delay. At the request of Mr. Piccolo, contestant Frost remains eligible for combat. Let us continue the match. Now then…. Begin!"

"I appreciate giving me the chance to fight once more," the universe six fighter began. "But what if by any chance you lose?"

"I won't."

The two bolted at each other but before they collided, Frost fired two Ki blasts behind him, propelling himself at greater speed, catching the Namekian with a headbutt by surprise. Piccolo collected himself with a backflip but his opponent was already on him, attempting to elbow him from below on the chin. Piccolo managed to dodge by swaying backwards and immediately retaliated with a kick to Frost's shin, which was blocked with the creature's tail. The Namekian then vanished and reappeared behind the lizard, striking him in the back with a kick, this time blocked with the back of Frost's forearm. Nevertheless, Piccolo put all his strength into the kick, overpowering his opponent and sending him flying to the side.

Frost gathered himself by flying into the sky, gaining some distance from his opponent. Now the shoe was on the other foot: since he was the more fatigued of the two, he had to keep his distance from his opponent, whereas previously that had been Piccolo's tactic.

In an attempt to finish the match with all the power he had left, the reptilian channelled all the remainder of his Ki into his index finger and begun blasting away at the Namekian with thin, concise beams of red Ki. These death beams were powerful enough to kill but Frost was deliberately not aiming at any vitals.

Through a combination of impressive acrobatics, the clever use of the afterimage technique and bursts of speed that allowed him to vanish from sight, Piccolo was able to successfully dodge Frost's onslaught while progressively closing the gap between the two. However, either due to fatigue or lack of positional awareness, the Namekian was finally drilled on the thigh, and then was caught once more with another beam to the shoulder.

Frost, visibly exhausted and trying to catch his breath, descended. "It was a fine match," he said, approaching the Namekian on the floor. "I'll throw you out of the ring quickly so you may get proper aid."

When he had looked down, he realized that Piccolo had no flesh wounds in place of his ripped clothing; he had miraculously healed himself. But before he could begin to process the Namekian's stratagem, Piccolo raised his head and fired a Kiai blast from his eyes, stunning the horned alien, smacked in the face with the attack. The Namekian without wasting any time proceeded to extend his arm and grab Frost by the tail: "Sorry, but I don't expect our destroyer to have any good will towards us, either." And to finish the match, he threw Frost outside of the ring, where he firmly knocked against the ground.

"The victor is contestant Piccolo from universe seven!"

Frost tried to get up, but having difficulty, he was offered a hand by the universe seven warrior, and accepted. "I see, I was defeated by my own tactic?" Frost mentioned, referring the strategy he had used against Boo the round before.

"Not knowing my fighting style was your downfall," Piccolo smiled.

"Let us fight again. With nothing on the line, I promise I will not cheat." The two shook hands and Frost took his spot on the universe six bench not before apologizing to Son Gohan, who simply waved it off with a smile. Then he begun apologizing to his team-mates. Dr. Rota was the first to console him, as the lizard had done the same when he had lost.

"Not bad, Piccolo," Goku commented with an enthusiastic smile. Piccolo smirked in return.

"Next up is contestant Saonel of universe six!"

"Another Namekian, huh?" The universe seven Namekian was cracking his knuckles and his neck in anticipation for his next opponent. In the previous fight he had expended a considerable amount of his Ki, but physically, he did not feel much tired.

"That ominous Ki… I have to make sure," Saonel thought, as he took his stance on the stage.

"Not much for words, huh? Well, can't say I am, either."

"May the match begin!"

Back on Earth, Sorbet and Tagoma had come across a young Pilaf gang on their quest to find the dragon balls. Luckily for the Freeza force members, the children had collected six of the seven balls with their advanced dragon radar; the two would need not to use their antiquated technology to find the balls and could instead rely on the radar thus acquired. The mercenaries were on-route to the last ball, standing atop of the world on God's lookout.

"Prepare for battle Mr. Popo," Dende said. "We have to protect the dragon ball at all costs."

Mr. Popo took a wide, carefree stance while the small aircraft landed on the lookout. Angry that his visitors had not ascended the lookout through the proper way, dismayed that they had collected six of the dragon balls for their nefarious purposes and eager to showcase the results of his training in the room of spirit and time following the countless threats the Earth had faced since the Saiyan invasion, Mr. Popo was ready for battle.

"This must be where the God of Earth lives," Sorbet commented. "It's rare that a planet has a God of its own. He must be the one who made the dragon balls," he cleverly deduced.

"Yes, it was I," Dende spoke, catching the attention of the two Freeza force members. "And I will not allow you to have them."

"Oh?" Sorbet brought his hand to his head and clicked on the scouter to read the Namekian's power level. The machine started beeping before accurately providing the desired number: "Let's see… oh, 1,732? Not bad! That's a very high number for a dragon clan Namekian. Still, it won't be enough to beat Tagoma here."

"Unfortunately, I won't be the one fighting. Mr. Popo will take care of you."

"Let's see… a battle power of 5?" The leader started cachinnating. "Ridiculous. Tagoma, take care of him."

"Lookout is for lord God and the worthy. Get out of lookout," Mr. Popo spoke, with his hands behind his back, awaiting his opponent's attack.

Tagoma, meanwhile, did not speak. He rushed at the genie with the intent to kill.