As the Vargas ship crosses the unspecified space between universes, each of its passengers is lost in their own thoughts.
Piccolo and Vegeta are enjoying a staring contest. Goku is trying to count the stars outside the window (well, there are no stars in the interuniversal space, but this will take him some time to realize). Bra is wondering who won the America Next Top Model. Ubb imagines how awesome it would be if he could somehow child molest Pan. Trunks and Goten are bragging to the latter's niece about how Gotenks has got the trophy in the bag, even though he has never actually won a single fight in his life.
Lastly, Gohan is excitedly conversing with the Vargas. Goku approaches them, his stomach making sounds.
'I'm hungry,' he complains.
'You will eat all you want in a few minutes, when we are at the stadium, sir,' a Varga informs him.
'Yeah, but I'm hungry,' Goku says.
'Okay, wait half a minute till I finish what I was telling your son and I'll give you a snack,' the Varga sighs.
'But I'm hungry,' Goku says.
'Dad, just go away,' Gohan sighs, annoyed.
His son's reaction makes him leave.
'So you were saying that we're going to meet people we know, except they're from other timelines?' Gohan goes back to the discussion.
'Wow. This is the first time I meet someone who understands what we're saying right away,' the Varga comments, impressed.
'I wonder whether any version of Freeza's will be there,' Gohan says in his head.
Meanwhile, at the tournament's stadium, at Universe 8 balcony, we see the Icers family (Freeza, Coola, Cold) discussing. The eldest Frost Demon is looking around, troubled.
'It seems we're missing in all other universes,' he comments. 'Whereas those filthy Saiyans have defeated us in many.'
'They gave me a hard time in my universe too,' Freeza snorts. 'All due to that bastard Ginyu's incompetence.'
'WHAT?' Cold cries, annoyed, eliciting curious looks from his two offsprings.
'Umm... what I meant is that...' he tries to fix this.
'You know Ginyu, dad?' Freeza asks. 'I don't recall ever mentioning him to you.'
'Of course I don't!' Cold laughs awkwardly. 'As if I have nothing better to do than learn by heart the names of all your subordinates. Next thing you're gonna tell me that I'm Ginyu myself!'
All three Icers laugh, though Cold is obviously way more uncomfortable.
'So,' the eldest Icer continues. 'It's not that I know that Ginyu guy. And I swear I have no idea about the existence of his body swap technique, which you've never told me about either! But, by just hearing his name, I can tell that he's a pretty nice guy, I mean only a cool guy would have such a cool name, so is it possible that he was just misunderstood?'
'Don't try to defend him, dad. He was an incompetent idiot,' Freeza snorts.
Cold growls in anger, eliciting more curious looks from his sons.
'Are you okay, dad?' Coola asks.
'Yes!' Cold presses himself to smile. 'I just remembered one time I lost at Mario Kart.'
'Oh, yeah, it has happened to me too,' Coola sighs. 'Pretty annoying!'
'Okay, mister Goku,' a Varga announces. 'Since you're so impatient, we'll serve you a meal right now.'
Goku is seen lying on the floor and burping. 'Oh, don't bother, guys,' he says with a smile. 'I'm no longer hungry.'
'Huh? What did you eat?' the Varga asks before realizing in horror that his companions seem fewer than before and there are small sized clothes scattered around the Saiyan.
Some Z fighters sweatdrop.
'Let's pretend that this never happened,' Piccolo comments, arms crossed.
'Along with most Dragon Ball Super and all Dragon Ball GT,' Vegeta adds.