Disclaimer: Dragon Ball is owned by TOEI Animation and Akira Toriyama. Dragon Ball Multiverse is owned by Salagir and whoever the artist is this week. If I owned either one, I sure as hell wouldn't be posting this here.
"That bastard probably killed us in his universe," Piccolo said. Goku shook his head. "Umm, I think he was talking about the guys over there." Piccolo turned to see a box numbered #16 full of people who looked just like the Z Fighters. "Damn, he's right," Piccolo grunted. "We are unoriginal." Goten and Trunks turned to see Gohan now using both hands to flip Cell off. Deciding they needed to get away from him quick, Trunks shouted "Hey, let's check out the others!" He got about two feet before seeing a box marked #13. Standing there were Vegeta and Goku, but both were wearing Saiyan armor. Vegeta's had an anchor-like mark on it, showing he was the Prince of all Sailors. Nappa was also standing there. He couldn't see Raditz over the others' heads, but Raditz was Yamcha's Yamcha so nobody gave a shit.
In a box marked #8, Frieza stood, groaning. His father stood close behind, the ruler of the House of Cold. The Prince of Cold spoke in his sharp voice. "Saiyans again? Seriously? I mean, I get one or two universes, but this is what, the fourth time? You'd almost think we weren't that powerful and we only survived in our universe by luck! It makes almost as little sense as me being in my final form right now!"
Goten and Trunks had made their way to Universe 10's box, a world of primitive Saiyans. Trunks shouted to that world's Vegeta. "Hey, Vegeta! Can I talk to your dad real quick?" The king was enraged. "How dare you talk to me like that! Who do you think you are?" Trunks rolled his eyes. "Bitch, my fingernail has more power than your entire race. Just let me see my grandfather." Meanwhile, Goten was trying to find Kakarot, but he'd found Bardock instead. "Hey, get your wife over here so we can take a selfie together in front of U8's box, alright? Frieza would be so pissed!"
Piccolo flew over the Saiyans to talk to a group of Namekians behind them. "Hello, Nail. A word of advice, be careful with the Saiyans. They used to slaughter entire planets where I came from." Nail laughed. "Bitch, please. My power's 42,000, I could beat their whole race with my eyes closed. Besides, they don't have space travel." Piccolo realized what this meant. "But what about Frieza?" "I heard of a Frieza when we were fleeing the tempest, but his whole family got killed by Kaioshin." Piccolo's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. He knew who Kaioshin was, of course, so the idea that he'd actually gotten off his ass and done something useful was incomprehensible to the Namek.
Goten and Trunks, meanwhile, were telling Vegeta and his father stories. Vegeta was looking horrified at the moment. "So the legendary Super Saiyan form is so weak a seven-year-old can attain it? I've been training my whole life for nothing?" Goten laughed. "Yeah, pretty much. Hey, if you wanna break down even further we can tell you about the time a piece of chewing gum made a Super Saiyan 3 look like nothing..."
Nail showed Piccolo U7's box. There was only one fighter in it, a massive Namekian. He was easily 10 feet tall, eyes closed and arms crossed. He was incredibly muscled, and Piccolo knew Goten and Trunks would be salivating over that body. "That's Gast Carce- Gast Carca- Gast Carcon- Dammit, how the hell do you pronounce 'olh'?" Nail told Piccolo. "Anyway, he beat the shit out of Frieza before killing the guys from Universes 17 and 11. There's no way he can lose." Piccolo was shocked. "How could a Namekian gain such power?" "Oh, he just fused with everyone on Namek." Piccolo was furious at himself. He should have thought of that!
After reducing Vegeta and his father to balls of nerves and crushed dreams, Goten and Trunks came back to U18's space. U19's fighters had already arrived, decked out in strange battle armor. The moment they got back, some Vargas started rolling an iceberg into U20's space. "It's the Avatar!" Goku shouted. One of the Vargas shuddered as he remembered a world where Avatar the Last Airbender, Star Wars and Dragon Ball had all blended together, despite all those series being at completely different power levels from each other. Piccolo looked harder at the iceberg. It definitely wasn't the Avatar, or else Aang had taken more steroids than... "Broly!" Piccolo realized with horror. "We found him frozen in space while we were stealing U20's Dragon Balls," one of the Vargas explained. "If he's alive, he'll participate." Goku was worried. "How could they bring such a monster here?"
Gohan looked at Goku, perplexed. "So you're worried about the guy who's weaker than a Super Saiyan 2, but not fucking Super Buu, the guy who kicked Gotenks and I around like we were nothing? Seems legit." Gohan turned back to Cell. He was now floating in the air with no bare feet, curling all his toes but the middle ones and pointing those at Cell. "Then again, there are a lot of dangers around..." Gohan could see not just Cell and Super Buu, but the fat Buu, Bojack and even the Androids. He saw Frieza and his family too, but they'd been Worfed almost as bad as his own mother, so he ignored them.
A loudspeaker blared across the arena. "All the challengers have arrived! We have randomly selected the matches in a way that will ensure plot-relevant matchups, but not until at least the second round to keep you reading! The first match is Nappa from U13 against Cargo from U10! Without further ado... let's begin!"
A/N: This is already way more fun than I thought it would be, and I haven't even started on this comic's major issues yet. I can't wait to write more of this for you guys. This is my longest chapter yet; I'm gonna be doing one chapter of writing per chapter of Multiverse from now on.