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.
Cargo and Nappa jumped onto the tiny planet that was the ring. Both of them felt the gravity increase to ten times Earth's, but they were both too strong to care. A voice rang out from the loudspeakers. "May the fight begin!" Nappa threw a punch towards Cargo that hit his arm like a sledgehammer. Cargo started punching as fast as he could, but Nappa caught every attack.
The Z Fighters looked on in surprise. "This Nappa is insane compared to the one in our world," Gohan said. He'd gotten cramps in his fingers and had to sit down, but he was still shooting daggers at Cell. "Yes, but it's also apparent... that he's now quite old." Vegeta scoffed. "How can you tell, Kakarot? He looks exactly the damn same and I knew him my entire life."
The battle between the Saiyan and Namek continued, which is to say Cargo kept on punching what was pretty much a brick wall. "You know, kid, I think I killed your brother in my universe. What was his name, Dick? Dangalang?" Cargo was furious. "His name is Dende!" He leapt at the bald Saiyan, punching him as hard as he could in the jaw. Nappa staggered back a little bit and spat out a pink and white object. His eyes filled with rage. "Agh... mah dentuhs! Damn it! Ah'm nah gonna go eathy on you anymoh!"
Vegeta watched from afar with a surprised look on his face. "Wow. I guess you were right, Kakarot."
Nappa punched Cargo in the jaw before swiftly kneeing his stomach. The Namek spat blood as he flew almost twenty feet away. "Nappa of U13 wins!" rang out on the loudspeaker. "Ha, weakling! I hope the next fights are more exciting." "The next fight is Frieza of U8 vs Jeice from U8!" "Damn it, I was kidding!" Nappa cursed, knowing Frieza would easily beat him next round.
Jeice and Burter looked at each other in horror. "Oh no, there's no way you can beat Lord Frieza! What are you gonna do?" Burter rasped. Jeice, however, was smiling. "Eh, that's what you'd think, mate, but I've got a secret weapon. Now where is it..." The faux Aussie fished through his pockets until he found a yellow plastic container. Burter's eyes widened. "Is that..." "Yeah, mate. A can of 100%, pure Vegemite. I've been eatin' it for years and even I can only eat a lil' bit at a time. A full can should knock Frieza out easy!" Suddenly, the can started glowing, then turned to ash. Sweating, Jeice turned around to see a smug Frieza looking back at him, eyes still faintly glowing from the blast he'd just used. "Shit... I forfeit!"
"The next fight is Son Goku of U18 vs Mahissu from U10!" Goku jumped into the ring. 'Hey, he looks like a Super Saiyan 4! If only I was a Super Saiyan God, then we could see who's stronger...' Mahissu had a smug look on his face. "I'm not talking to a renegade with no tail." Goku exhaled. "Look, I've beaten enough warmups to know how this is gonna go. You mock me, I show you some power, you still mock me, I KO you faster than Saitama killed that purple Piccolo cosplayer. So let's just skip to step 4 this time, 'k?" Goku punched the air, sending out a pressure wave that threw the other Saiyan hundreds of feet backwards, knocking him out. The audience was shocked, and some of the weaker competitors started rethinking their life choices.
Had U10's Nameks had gentials, they would have pissed themselves, but being genderless they had to settle for forfeiting. "Ha! Cowards!" U10 Vegeta mocked. "A real man would stay and fight, no matter what happens!" He was too far away to notice a man in U3's box laughing at the top of his lungs at the Saiyan king's future misfortune.
Goku landed back in his box as a deep, scratchy voice spoke. "So you've met those pathetic Saiyans, have you?" Goku turned around to see Vegeta standing in royal Saiyan armor with several other Saiyans. "You may look like a bad Naruto cosplayer, but you are the closest thing to Kakarot that's here. We are the Super Saiyans. Well, two of us are, but fuck it. We're going to win this tournament." Goku thought about the two times in the decades he'd known Vegeta when he hadn't been able to one-shot the prince, but he didn't say anything. "I'm guessing your Goku never hit his head as a baby?" Piccolo asked. Vegeta's eyes widened a little bit at what this meant about the other Kakarot. "Hit his head? No, he did not do that. That's a good idea though, it would make our Kakarot a little more sane..." "You know, I'd say a 'Goku stays Kakarot and kills everyone' world was unoriginal, but compared to the number of worlds where Goku stays Kakarot and doesn't kill everyone, that's actually pretty tame," the Namek remarked.
Suddenly Gohan and Goten came out of the U18 bedroom and looked at Kakarot. Both were dressed in matching black armor from head to toe, complete with masks. They sounded like they were hooked up to ventilators. When they spoke, their voices were even deeper than Piccolo's. "Kakarot... You are our father!" Kakarot looked dumbfounded, and so did everyone else. "Take those costumes off, you look ridiculous," Piccolo said. Goten took off his helmet. "This coming from the guy in the purple turban?" The Namek bared his fangs. "Goten..." "Aww, fine." The two sulked back to their rooms.
A/N: Sorry this took so long. I could make up some bull about how I was doing other things, but to be honest I really don't have a good reason for putting this off so long. Just know that even if update times do take longer than they should, I don't want to let this die. I hope you like the first fights in this story. Also, how would you describe Vegeta's voice? I know I said it was scratchy, but I'm not sure how well that fits.