"Hey, listen up!"

Just as Khai had called all of the Supreme Kais for their own meeting, Champa, Beerus' twin brother and the Destroyer of the Sixth Universe had organized his own with the other Gods of Destruction from the other universes that were involved in this. Every Destroyer was communicating to each other via the crystal balls that were on the staff of each of their personal Guide Angel.

"I understand all the Supreme Kais got together a little while ago. You other Destroyers wouldn't happen to be plotting some kinda funny business at the Tournament, now would you?"

Rumsshi only spat at such an idea, denying his claims. "Heh."

Heles was a bit annoyed. "We would never do anything as ugly as that."

Sidra remained indifferent. "Mm."

Vermoud voice his answer with a cocky smirk. "Hm."

Quitela found this query a bit humorous. "Heheha! As if we would dare to cheat! If we were to get caught, Grand Zeno would surely eliminate us."

Giin didn't see any of this as a joke. "I do believe we know better than to act so repulsively and childish over something like this."

"Hmmm," Champa hummed to himself, not buying some of their responses, still a bit skeptical. After knowing them for millions of years, he would know how some of them would behave.

A few beeps were heard with two short intervals, as Mosco had his Angel translate for him. "Lord Mosco is asking why is it that you haven't invited the Seventh Universe's Destroyer to show us here."

"Indeed. I would like to know that as well," interjected Heles.

Champa was beginning to get quite irritated at all of these questions being thrown at him here and there, along with some of the witty remarks, as he grumbled under his breath, his eyes and mouth twitching slightly.

Quitela saw this as the opportunity to take charge of the quorum. "Because the Seventh is the home to the mortal who caused this problem in the first place. That one who calls himself Goku. That's why Beerus is on the outs. Hehehehaha-"

"Distinguished guests," Vados, the sardonic Angel interrupted, being the first Angel to speak on their own accord during the assembly. "With due respect, you are in fact all indebted to Goku. For if he had not suggested the so-called Tournament of Power to the Omni-King, then all of the universes with subpar Mortal Levels would have already been eliminated. But thanks to Goku, you have a chance to earn yourselves a reprieve."

"IN DEBT TO GOKU!?" Sidra hollered, appalled of even expressing any sort of gratitude to the Saiyan. "I won't hear of it! His conduct at the Expo, it was beyond detestable!"

"I must concur," agreed Rumsshi, but he wasn't as sour as Sidra about the matter of Goku. "While I am in fact very grateful AND thankful for him handling the situation involving Zamasu, the irrelevant way he addresses the Omni-Kings would be too familiar from us gods, let alone mortals. And it cannot be allowed!"

"Of course I know it's wrong, yet I still find the man to be oddly fetching."

The Destroyer of the Twelfth chuckled at Heles' antics. "That's what you've said about the past few hundred people you've brought into your humble home," he retorted.

"Well, opinions can change, fish face."

Vermoud however, seemed incredibly cocky, and he had the bite to back up his bark. "Hehe, it's a shame for the rest of you, but it doesn't really matter to me since no one else can match the Eleventh's team. Not when we have the Pride Troopers, led by the legendary Top," the clown proudly boasted as he saw Champa's snarling face on Marcarita's staff, who looked like he was about to lose himself to absolute madness.

"GRAUHORN!"

"ADVENT OF THUNDER EMPEROR!"

Combining their two attacks, Esdeath and Budo hit the hologram of Goku who was already in bad shape, with a busted lip, a swollen left eye and a broken right arm. As the combination of attacks made contact with him, a huge explosion was generated as the fake Saiyan lost the blue coloring of his hair, and eventually faded into nothingness.

Seeing this, the ten fighters in front of him could only freeze. They had won. After nine years of training, they had managed to defeat Goku. Even though they had won in a ten-on-one battle, they couldn't help but rejoice. For them, they finally had a chance to triumph.

"We did it... we actually won... he's actually not invincible..." Wave rejoiced, still surprised they managed to come out on top.

"My blood was pumping throughout the whole thing!" Mine confessed. "Do we really have a chance of winning the tournament like this?"

"I'm not sure," Najenda retorted. "We won by combining all the strengths of our team! In a tournament, if Goku's whole team fought us, we would be thrown out of the ring before any one of us can get an elimination ourselves."

"Well, there's still a year of training left," Tatsumi remarked. "We can still improve, and besides, it's not like Goku's the only guy we have to worry about, and I'm sure there aren't many other people stronger than him."

"There is no need to flatter yourself, if only you were as strong as me."

Flaunting a mocking smile, Esdeath suddenly hissed away, asserting himself.

"Let us say we win, what would you do next? No matter how hard you try, none of you can match my current battle prowess, and as soon as we can return to our planet again and as soon as Sidra is no longer involved with our lives, I wonder what I could do to take care of myself."

For once, the former members of Night Raid stared at her in frustration. It was true that neither of them had made any real efforts to improve their relationship with Esdeath in recent years. However, it had to be said that Esdeath loved to remind them of what would happen if they won the tournament. The only reason she hadn't killed anyone yet was because she wanted to participate in the Tournament of Power at all costs. It was his chance. His chance to progress and to be able to claim to be the most powerful being of all universes. She was even weaker than Goku, but with an additional year of training, she hoped to increase her strength again.

Budo, meanwhile, only looked at her, growling. But he didn't say anything. The war between Night Raid and Esdeath was no longer his problem. All he hoped for was to return to the Other World and resume his job as one of King Yemma's personal assistants. There, at least, he was sure he was working for a just cause.

And for the old Jaegers, Wave and Kurome had long since demonstrated that they no longer worked under Esdeath's orders. Run, being friendly with everyone, spoke to him from time to time without feeling the slightest anger. However, Esdeath knew he was the person she needed to be most wary of. Run was so smart that he might well make a deal with Sidra to prevent Esdeath from being resurrected.

And for Seryu, Esdeath had seen him constantly avoiding her. Truth be told, since arriving four years ago, Seryu had been running away from the team whenever she could. She usually trained on her own and only former Jaegers came to see her from time to time to talk to her. Having observed her, Esdeath understood one thing: Seryu no longer knew which camp she had to go to. And this made Esdeath laugh. She wanted to have fun with her mind, to torture her psychologically and see if she could have the former psychopath under her command again, with an even more deranged mind.

"They have certainly shown remarkable improvement," Sidra noticed, while on the Sacred World of the Kais, observing his team in a crystal ball.

"Yes, but we must face the facts, there's no way they'll be able to win!" Roh affirmed, being very serious. "The Tournament is set to begin tomorrow and I have a hard time believing that they're gonna take out everyone."

"He isn't wrong."

Contenting himself with looking at the sky, Mohito took little interest in their discussion. However, his face grimaced when he heard a voice snicker.

"Might I suggest, Lord Sidra, the offer Lord Quitela offered you, as well as an individual Roh has crossed paths with."

Turning their faces, Sidra and Roh saw an obese man arrive, with a piece of meat in his hand: Honest.

The man had been present on the planet since the team foundation was established. It was Roh who had brought him here, as Honest claimed to have many ideas on how to win the team.

Hearing his voice pissed off Mohito. Honest was someone he hated, he was as contemptuous as Roh. Nevertheless, compared to him, the Supreme Kai was straightforward in his words and always said what he thought. Honest, on the other hand, was a villain who hid his wickedness behind an angelic smile and acted deceptively caring.

"What do you mean?" puzzled Sidra.

"There are other universes more powerful than ours, aren't there, like the Seventh, right? In this case, that Destroyer from the Fourth offered you some help in wanting to take out Goku's team before the little game begins."

Sidra voiced his concerns. "I still don't know about this. What will happen if Omni-Kings find out about this plot, won't it be our universe that ultimately pays the price and be eliminated before the Tournament even begins?"

"I'm sure he's busy dealing with the Tournament itself rather than watching you, and besides, I have already established a strategy, but I could use your help in order to enact it. You'll be fine as long as you don't get your hands dirty."

Looking at him, Sidra crossed him arms, before staring at him team in her crystal ball. "I much prefer to avoid any problems and trust the progress of my team! They've put in a tremendous amount of effort and I don't want to destroy everything they've done."

"Precisely," Honest agreed. "Is destroying their hopes what you want to achieve? By having them participate in a tournament that will cost them their lives? Mark my words, fair play isn't always the best way."

"So how do you want us to proceed with this then?"

"Well, let's start off with what we know about," Roh butted in. "This Frieza is certainly something else. From what we saw on GodTube, he's as cold and cruel as any villain from across the multiverse. He'll wipe out an entire planet without batting an eye!"

"Then what do YOU think of this grand proposal? Would you like to debate it's merits, Roh?"

"Sidra, there's no need to debate, we will enact this plan immediately, and eliminate the villain Frieza!" The Supreme Kai pointed a figure at the overweight and cruel Honest. "And you're going to help!"

Immediately, Honest's smile widened, as Sidra wondered if it was a good idea to listen to him. Sure, he was glad he agreed with this and the back-patting had come to an end and the time for looking for some assassins was nearing, but he still felt some regrets about this.

"Nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-seven, nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-eight, nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine... ten thousand!"

Dropping to the ground, after doing this series of push-ups, Akame decided now was as good of a time as any caught her breath.

"Ho... ly... shit..." she exhaled, beads of sweat travelling down her forehead like a running waterfall. Then she stared at the supposedly white 'sky' of where she was laying. She knew there was only one year left before the Tournament of Power officially commenced, and she was going to make sure she and her team won, to secure the protection of their universe.

Looking at the sword she had on her belt, she couldn't help but wince, seeing the seal that was on it. Because of the rule forbidding her to kill, Sidra had asked Mohito to seal her weapon to prevent her from using the curse that could kill anyone who was wounded by the sword. Because of this, Akame felt a bit weak. It was as if her Imperial Arms had become a normal sword. She wanted to make herself useful, but wondered if she could do it in front of people like Top or Goku.

"Akame, Run, Tatsumi, Wave!"

Akame and the three males turned to see Sidra and Roh advancing towards them.

"Yeah, what's up?" Tatsumi greeted

"It's your last year of training!" reminded the God of Destruction. "Meaning this is the last chance you have to improve yourself! And to win, we will develop two strategies."

Wave was completely on board with this. "Okay, but why two?"

Sidra decided it was best to dodge the question. "Details are unnecessary. Tatsumi and Wave will be accompanied by Roh, he will teach you a new technique that involves your Imperial Arms. With this, your forces could become more powerful than Esdeath's."

Now the boys' hopes had risen to insurmountable heights, but Roh took them away before they could scream or shout in sheer glee.

Run tapped his feet repeatedly. "And what about us?"

"I actually need both of your services involving a job."

Akame raised an eyebrow. "What kind of job?"

Wearing very heavy armbands at his wrists and ankles, Midoriya fought against both All Might and Gran Torino. But no matter how hard he used all his strength, he felt many of their blows almost shatter his body. Flying backwards, he crashed to the ground, struggling to remain conscious. His body was in excruciating pain, while none of his trainers seemed to be in the mood to be lenient.

"What's gotten into to you, Midoriya?" barked the young Gran Torino. "Don't tell me you're already tired! Come on, get yourself motivated! The Tournament of Power starts in less than a month and hundreds of trillions of lives are on the line here! Do you think you can win with such little fighting spirit?"

Gritting his teeth, Deku wiped the tears off his face before they fell, as he stood up, a red light flickering across his whole body as he did so, legs shaking and fists clenched.

The very moment he began training, he made an oath to himself that he swore not to break. He used everyone he grew to love as motivation, as his role models, his best friends, and his mother entered his mind. They were all counting on him and the other nine students of U.A. High.

"I... I'll protect everyone! I! WILL! PROTECT! MY UNIVERSE!" he proclaimed as his body exploded with power, green electricity bolts cackling around his feet, as he propelled himself straight towards his two trainers, with his right fist covered with red-orange lines.

"One For All... DETROIT SMASH!"

He was sure he made contact with one of his mentors, but he didn't. His fist only made contact with the Supreme Kai's right arm, almost struggling to block Izuku's move.

The ninth holder of One For All screamed in absolute horror of what he thought would have happened if he hit the deity, as he quickly got on all fours and bowed. "I'm so sorry I'm so sorry I'm so sorry I'm so sorry I swear I didn't see you there I was trying to use my 5% Detroit Smash on Gran Torino I didn't know you were going to check up on us I'm so-"

Agu immediately put a stop to Izuku's stammering by clamping his mouth shut before letting go after a second, as he and the others were transported to the Sacred World of the Kais. "Please! I understand! You had good intentions. Now, as for my being here, this involves your training."

Midoriya now seemed to be in a proper state of mind, no longer rambling as he got a hold of himself. "Alright, what about it?"

"If you recall, you spent the first five years of your training fighting alongside Mirio Togata before his Quirk was inherited to your arsenal and I'm sure you've spent a substantial amount of time mastering it. Everyone else on your team has went through the same procedure, now all that is left is to unlock your hidden potential."

The paragon of virtue was quite confused by this. "Wait... but wasn't all of this training to gain more power?"

"In a way, you could say that. You are also gifted to have the most latent power of the whole team, you are the only one who's potential I have yet to bring out. Perhaps your original Quirkless factor plays a part in this since they would have the most potential than those who receive their Quirks as soon as they reach the age of four. Once the process is complete your strength will be at a sufficient enough level to rival some of the other universes' own fighters. In fact, you may have an above extraordinary level once I'm done with you, but for the process, a ritual is required."

Izuku found this intel to be most informative, just how many secrets were still out there in this universe? Or better yet, the entire multiverse as a whole?

"Alright, we should get started now, but how long will this take exactly? We're not in that other dimension meaning the time flow is normal now, so we don't have a lot of time."

"Do not panic, this will only take a few hours at most," reassured Agu, motioning the teenager to sit down as he himself plopped down onto the green bristling grass.

Izuku didn't need to be told any further instructions, he was to stay still for the whole time, and it really seemed difficult to sit like a statue for who knows how long, but he was willing to do it. "I'm ready."

Soo... there was actually a problem.

At the most dire time, Majin Buu had fallen asleep four days before the Tournament was supposed to start, and by calculations, he wouldn't wake up for a very long time, almost as if he was in hibernation, all of his training was seemingly for nothing.

Now they needed to find a suitable replacement for the genie. Goten and Trunks were immediately out of the question due to their inexperience, and there weren't many planets in the universe with life, and most of the strong mortals were nothing but hardened criminals and bastards. So, it was with possibly deep regret, that the former Emperor of the Universe, Frieza, the extinguisher of the Saiyan race, was chosen as the final member to represent Universe Seven.

Now, since he was dead, that was a huge weight of Goku's and his friends' shoulders, since he wouldn't actually be fully revived, he would just be brought into the living realm for twenty-four hours like Goku had been granted himself four to five years ago.

Goku had sensed his arrival within Fortuneteller Baba's palace as he waited outside. His power was no joke. It was a good thing he was on their side tonight... at least he hoped.

The multiple lit up candles inside the quiet palace had gone dim the very moment a white glow enveloped Goku's eyesight, as he watched it formed into a figure he for the life of him could never forget, even if he wanted to.

There was no one else he knew with black nails like Frieza.

There was no one else he knew with multiple purple spots like Frieza.

There was no one else he knew with a giant, long and white tail like Frieza.

There was no one else he knew with crimson bloodshot eyes, thirsty for lifeblood like Frieza.

His neck cracked as it rotated, his right eye noticing the golden halo above his head, sighing in disappointment and annoyance. "Haloed like a cherub, when it should be a crown, my humiliation has no end."

His footsteps echoed the hall of the palace, trotting towards the Saiyan that had humiliated him more than once.

"He's all yours, now get him out of here!" Baba pleaded frantically, already growing tired of the tyrant being in her sight alone. Fortunately Goku was more than happy to oblige and be on his merry way with his cargo. "Right, thanks, Baba-"

Goku groaned as Frieza's left fist was driven into his chest, the latter leaving a sly smile. "How rude of me. My fist slipped right to your chest."

Goku decided to play along, chuckling as he drove his own left fist into Frieza's stomach. "Oh sorry, mine just slipped, too, man I hate it when that happens."

As much fun and games as this was, the clock was still ticking and they needed to get back to the others. "Alright Frieza, take my hand."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Instant Transmission. You've seen it before, right?"

Then, a small pink ghost with a green straw hat, the Ghost Usher entered the palace. "'Scuse me. Sorry to interrupt, there are some gentlemen gathered outside who wish to meet you."

Confused, Goku removed his fingers from his forehead and looked back. "Uh, do you know who they are?"

"Uh... no idea. But they all look like they're in a bad mood. And by 'all', I mean 'SEVERAL HUNDRED'!"

True to his word, gathered outside were hundreds and hundreds of strange figures who were all cloaked in a strange dark green and pink suit, with what seemed to be white masks and gray hoods. There were a few other figures that completely stood out from the rest. One seemed to be the assassin boss wearing a large brown anthropomorphic bulldog. He wears a purple and yellow lined hat with three white rounded parts on top, purple and yellow lined armbands, a purple and yellow lined belt, baggy white pants, and grey shoes. The others seemed to be human being in appearance, with some noticeable differences, a number of them having halos above their heads like Frieza.

Some of the human beings smiled as they saw two figures leaving the palace.

Goku spoke first. "Who are you and what do you want?"

The dog replied. "Hmph. We can't say."

"I'm guessing you're here to stop me and Frieza from entering the Tournament."

"Can't say."

"Who ordered you to come here?!"

"We can't say-"

The conversation was, if nothing else, short lived. The last thing the dog saw was a red beam going through his right arm, before he lost control and plummeted down into the cerulean liquid. Luckily, he was just caught off guard and it didn't kill him, but he was furious, as he laid in the water, clutching his right arm tightly.

"Whoopsie!" Frieza mused. "Sorry about that. Hand slipped again. Crossing worlds must make me clumsy."

Goku didn't approve of his actions, and it seemed the assassin boss wasn't the only person he hit, the Saiyan's left cheek showcasing a red line.

"I must say, as impromptu as my return is, the high turn-out for my 'welcome home' reception is quite impressive."

The deceased mortal from the Ninth with an X-shaped scar on his face slowly floated forward in front of the many assassins. "Forgive the annoying dog for his stupid show. I believe introductions are in order, I know you both are, Goku and Frieza so there is no need for you to speak. I am Syura, the leader of the elite group Wild Hunt! Today is the last day either of you get to see the light."

"Is that right?"

Goku however, wasn't in the mood to do this, wanting to leave as soon as possible, putting his fingers on his forehead and motioning for Frieza to join him. "Sorry, but we don't have time to stay and fight them. Let's go!"

"Oh, Goku," Frieza sighed in disappointment. "I can't believe you want to run."

"Look, I would love to stay, and fight but we simply don't have the time!"

"In that case..." Golden steam began to hiss and swirl around Frieza, before it exploded and completely engulfed his stature, beginning to open his hands and spread them wide as he finished. "This won't be about sport but rather destroying them as quickly as possible. All that time in Hell made my body soft. You don't want me going into the tournament rusty and out of practice, do you? Come join me. If the two of us must be combatants together then let's at least warm up!"

Then, with a burst of shining bright light, Frieza was obscured from everyone's vision, forcing all but the Saiyan to cover their eyes as Frieza's form was enveloped in a glowing golden aura, the coined leader of Wild Hunt's eyes almost burned at the sight if he didn't close them, while Akame seemed to be unfazed.

The light soon died down and everyone quickly looked over to Frieza, where the tyrant had changed into a completely new form, his body now enveloped in golden light that matched the new coloring of his once white exterior.

The energy that was now emanating from the space emperor, indicated that he had truly grown and improved in Hell, holding back massively up until this point.

This... was Golden Frieza! In all of his glory!

"Gentlemen," he spoke in grandiose. "We don't have as much time for this fight as I would prefer, so I must forgo the niceties of battle. Don't hold this bridge of etiquette against me."

The majority of the human beings growled, as the Saiyan took the time to observe everyone. It seemed the leader was the guy with a scar on his face, and accompanying him was a samurai, a girl wearing bunny ears, a creepy clown one would see from a horror movie, a weirdo with a long tongue, a man with blond hair to match his golden eyes, and finally a girl with long black silky hair, which went down beyond her waist, reminding Goku of his late older brother Raditz, and cold, emotionless, bloodshot crimson eyes that showed death all over.

"Remember you hooded peons were the ones who ambushed us, so spare me any feigned outrage over my blindsiding you."

One of the assassins seemed to be a bit too cocky for his own good, beginning to taunt the Emperor. "Pff! Tehaha! Well don't think ur tough just cuz you pulled off a sucker punch!"

A chorus of laughter erupted from the rest of the hooded assassins as they slowly floated down closer to Wild Hunt, Goku and Frieza, the Saiyan beginning to get annoyed. "Where are you guys from? Did some other universe send you?"

"Could be," the very same assassin mocked. "Though we have no obligation to tell you. But I will say we aren't from a weak little nothing of a universe like your precious Seventh."

"Yeah!" another assassin cheered. "We're from a tough as nails universe, where we don't bat an eye at low blows and fighting dirty."

"Ohh..." Frieza mused, his golden tail flailing about. "Well that sounds like a truly marvelous place to me."

The first assassin completely agreed. "Doesn't suck! Now why don't you ditch that namby-pamby Tournament of Power and have some fun with us instead!?"

"We can have all kinds of fun! No rules, no refs!"

Goku wasn't pleased in the least, but it looks like they had no choice but to fight them. But tardiness wasn't the only worry on his list at the moment. "Hey, Frieza wait a sec!"

"Yes monkey?" he questioned without turning back.

"Are you sure you should be transforming into that Golden form now? As soon as we leave, we gotta be ready to fight in the Tournament."

The tyrant's confidence didn't waver, as he began to float off the ground gracefully, across the currently calm waters. "Ah, how thoughtful. You're worried it'll drain my energy too fast like our last tussle, yes? Put your tiny mind at ease, since that sad debacle, I've spent what seemed like an eternity trapped in Hell."

For over a decade, he had been trapped in Hell to listen to what little babies would sing along to, was his own personal Hell.

He was to for all eternity, listen to and watch parades of little singing teddy bears, fairies, pixies, all sorts of mythical creatures. The first decade and a quarter he was there, he just had no idea how to stop it, but when he was killed a second time, it was a little different, and it actually worked in his favor.

"The only way I was able to endure it was through acute, mental focus, training myself to keep my composure throughout the torturous saccharine barrage. As a result of exercising these muscles so intensely and for so very long, my energy modulation skills have made great strides."

The outline of his left arm glowed a cerulean hue, the delicacy that won't even stir the water as his fist was clenched. "One the on hand, even keeled composure."

The outline of his right arm glowed a crimson hue, his demonic power showing as his fist was clenched. "On the other, the ultimate in strength. It's the true manifestation of Golden Frieza!"

A golden aura burst around, rippling the many tides of the water, some fish even dropping out of the water, dead. "This is who I truly am in my purest form."

Everyone but Akame, Run and Goku looked on in fear, as Frieza burst off, rocketing towards their direction, laughing manically, and the moment he disappeared, the slaughter began.

"FIND HI-" Syura attempted to order, but was caught off guard by multiple Death Beams hitting the hearts of a dozen assassins, deteriorating the rest to sniveling cowards from their earlier cocky and confident demeanor they all held.

This however, only served to please Frieza as his arms spread out, a beam firing from each of his fingers, acting as homing missiles, aiming for the heart, ending them in an instant.

As they watched this, the confidence vanished from Wild Hunt's face, as their allies were killed with ease, more and more dropping by the second.

"HA, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THAT'S BUT A TASTE! SO TELL ME! HOW DO YOU LIKE THIS NEWLY POLISHED GOLD!?"

Akame clenched her sword tightly, this Frieza character reminded her of Esdeath very well, and this alone intensified her drive to eviscerate him, but she would deal with Goku first, since she was aware of what he could do more than the tyrant.

Speaking of whom, the Saiyan was watching this with a blank face, knowing he couldn't stop Frieza. Of course he knew this was wrong, but either those unimpressive cretins were killed by him here, or their team is eliminated from the Tournament of Power and obliterated along with the rest of their peers was the same thing, and he knew Frieza took a malicious pleasure in killing any enemy he could see, it had been many months since he had so much fun.

He moved his head just in time to dodge a sword, only a few of his hairs being split.

Now he was forced to do a backward somersault to gain some distance, as he saw the faces of his two attackers.

To answer, he had to stoop, to avoid the blade of a sword. Then trying to brush his attacker, he forced him to do a backward somersault to move back. By doing the same Goku then saw Akame and Run who faced him.

A red aura flared around Goku, it had been a long time since he used this technique solely on it's own "I'm guessing you guys are here to kill me, I've died way too many times to be scared, but I'm not making this easy."

Akame clenched her Imperial Arms tightly, and pounced, attempting to disembowel Goku's abdomen, but he quickly dodged and took off, successfully running on water, relieved until he looked back.

The Saiyan was actually a bit impressed this girl was following him and matching his speed without any problem. He zigzagged around attempting to confuse Akame, but was unsuccessful as she was able to track her every move. Looks like regular ol' Kaio-ken was playing him dirty today. She was able to attack him while seemingly being able to foresee his next move. It was as if she knew him by heart.

He wasn't given enough time to recollect any thoughts Akame delivered a hefty kick to his stomach, and wielded her sword as she swung it between Goku's neck, only to see it phase through, place two fingers on his forehead, and disappear.

The female assassin floated above the water, attempting to locate the Saiyan, using any and all five of her available senses, with an extra new one, energy sensing.

Turning around, she saw Goku floating at the same height as she was, the experienced combatants making direct eye contact.

Goku questioned her a second time, going into a stance. "Again, who are you?"

"Irrelevant," Akame simply retorted. "All you need to know is I have the experience of fighting you an endless amount of times."

Swinging her arm at full speed, Akame managed to create a sharp wind that blew towards the Saiyan, but Goku managed to dodge just in time to fly through the air to avoid it, as behind him, one of the assassins' lives was cut short by the attack.

He screamed in sheer pain and agony as symbols covered his skin.

"What, the hell..." Goku breathed, seeing him scream before collapsing into the water, dead.

"My weapon can kill anyone to whom I inflict a wound," Akame told him. "However, after training I am also able to create sharp winds which have the same characteristic! And that's not all."

Suddenly, to Goku's major shock and confusion she cut her own hand with her weapon as scarlet-colored markings, different from the other's, began to envelop her own body, blood was still leaking out of the cut and she didn't bother to wipe it off, the white of her eyes turning black, black markings appearing around her pupils. She did the deed without even flinching. This gave the Saiyan a sense of déjà vu from what happened with Captain Ginyu. "I am now one with my Imperial Arms, the only being alive who can survive it's curse, and now I wield a trump card that cannot be countered. In this state... anyone I touch will be dead before they know it."

Wasting no more time, Akame created numerous sharp winds which Goku retaliated with a rain of energy blasts, now needing to jump to solely Super Saiyan to hold his ground, as a golden aura surrounded him, his black hair spiked up to a tulip shape and his onyx eyes became turquoise. As the collision of multiple attacks created a smokescreen, he remained motionless for a few moments, before feeling Akame's energy rushing at him. Coming out of the smoke, she aimed her weapon at him, which he managed to avoid by bending down. But immediately, the girl try kicked him with her foot, forcing Goku to fly into the air to gain some distance.

Man, this girl's as good as Hit! Goku inwardly exclaimed. But can she really kill just by touching me? She can't be serious!

His senses warned him again, as he dodged what seemed to be a rush of feathers, before the projectiles exploded. It was that blond haired guy.

"We've trained like never before to defeat you, Son Goku, so there is zero point in holding back any of your strength. Fight us at your maximum!"

Goku silently growled, before smirking. "I don't know who any of you are, nor do I wanna now right but, but if you're really itching for a fight, then I'll show you one."

His Super Saiyan aura flared once again without any fanfare, the extraterrestrial raised on Earth wanting to end this quickly.

Run quickly spread out his wings, making them luminous. Then, the feathers that came out began to twist in the air, before heading towards Goku, like meteors as Goku retaliated immediately with a barrage of energy balls that he threw. Their power was seemingly equivalent to one another, as the two warriors continued to bombard the other in hopes of gaining the advantage.

However, unlike Goku, Run could count on his partner to help him. So, jumping towards Goku, Akame created several sharp winds that burst towards Goku. Sensing them coming, the Saiyan ceased the barrage of energy blasts before crossing his arms in front of him, creating an energy barrier that protected him from the sharp gusts of wind.

Seeing him disappear in a cloud of smoke, Run waited for a few moments, before growling. He was able to see Goku clearing away the smoke away with extremely quick and precise punches.

Run's wings were quickly enveloped in blue flames, as he launched himself towards Goku. The latter barely had time to see him coming and was struck by a fist to the cheek, as he spiraled towards the water before regaining control.

"Grrr... RHAAAAAA!" Goku's aura flared once again but this time, electricity began to cackle around it as his sheer power sent ripples being sent across the water.

Run was a bit nervous, but he quickly remembered they also had the respondent. They didn't train ten years for nothing. However, to his surprise, Goku retained a smile, as his energy increased again, transforming into Super Saiyan 2, his aura alone being enough to push Run back. "You wanna beat me that bad, huh?"

Growling, Run let his wings glow, before sending out his feathers which took on the appearance of meteorites of light, before forming into a giant spinning drill. At the same time, Goku launched an energy beam to counter.

At first they seemed to be on an even leveled playing field, until Run's feathers then ended up being repelled by Goku's attack and he was swept away by the breaking wave himself.

Goku wasn't out of the ropes just yet as another sharp wind headed his way, which just barely managed to graze his golden hair. He knew this was the work of Akame, so he sent a multitude of energy balls towards her, as she kept zigzagging and sidestepping to dodge them, her speed still as impressive as ever.

And once she got close to Goku, she tried to hurt him with her weapon. Knowing full well that the slightest scratch could kill him, Goku immediately began to back away, as he once again used Instant Transmission to evade her, Akame giving him no respite as she continued to follow him to give him no chance to escape.

Seeing Goku teleport again, Akame immediately turned to hit him. However, to her surprise, she saw no one. Having to concentrate for a few moments, she finally looked up, while tightening her jaw. Above her, Akame could see the Saiyan, floating in the air, arms crossed.

Goku noticed she wasn't following him in the air like last time, so he deduced she hadn't mastered the art of flight yet, meaning she still had some difficulty in controlling her energy. She obviously had some basics down, being able to sense it, but she needed plenty of time and concentration to do so, this was a weak point he could exploit.

"I may not be able to fly for as long as you, or teleport…" Akame agreed, gripping her sword tightly, creating another strong gust of wind. "But I know I have every chance of killing you."

All Goku needed to do this time was move his head to the side to avoid the attack, eventually she was going to tire out. He exhaled as he watched the assassin launch herself towards him, moving all around the airspace like how a child would play with a toy airplane, everywhere, making it slightly difficult for him to track her movements.

He honestly didn't know whether he would have the advantage in the air, or on solid ground, so he shot towards a nearby grass plain near Baba's palace, expecting Akame to follow him. However, she was already there before him, with her sword planted into the ground Planting her sword in the ground, she used the weapon as a support and raised one of her legs to strike him. Still seeing his marks on his body, Goku found it best to dodge it so as not to get hit.

"Don't think I'm trying to kill you because I want to, or because of some personal agenda," Akame assured him, continued his assault. "I'm doing this to save my universe, and the people I call my friends!"

DAMN IT! Now, Goku was absolutely done playing games. He and Frieza needed to leave now, so he hollered out to the sky, his power exploding to new heights, creating his own gusts of wind, his hair now becoming red and returning to it's birth shape, with some slight differences, now a red-orange, fiery aura was surrounding him, he had a leaner and younger body, and his eyes were crimson with black pupils.

The Super Saiyan God rushed Akame so fast she couldn't even see him move. Then, creating a ki-blast in his hand, he slammed it against Akame's abdomen and detonated the energy ball. Even though Goku had an expert level of control over his strength, the blow was enough to make the poor girl spit plenty of blood, who fell to her knees, gasping for breath.

"You... have to be pulling my leg... his actual strength... is higher than the hologram's."

Goku was getting ready to ask him again who she was but stopped when he saw Frieza holding a purple ball, and what it was shocked him to the core, as the bipedal canine from earlier was taken out for good.

Energy of Destruction.

He hoped it wasn't a possibility that Frieza would be out of control, or preferably, out of their control.

"SHAMBHALA!"

Out of nowhere, Goku was surrounded by a giant glowing circle with a purple outline, that had a yin and yang symbol in the very middle, before he was pulled into it.

"HAHAHA!" Syura laughed triumphantly, believing Goku was indeed defeated once and for all. "Try as you like, you'll never be able to escape!"

Then his eyes widened as he saw a crack open in the air right next to him. A tear was created, before Goku appeared next to him.

"Damn it! What the hell even was that? Were you trying to lock me in another dimension or something?"

He couldn't believe it! He refused to have a repeat of what happened with that green-haired Night Raid scum! But the Saiyan made him look like nothing, comparing a speck of dust to a giant boulder! "H-H-H-H-Ho-Ho-ow?"

"Easy, I just concentrated my energy to create a breach," Goku answered him, like it was the simplest thing in the world.

The calm tone in his voice only further served to anger him, the leader of Wild Hunt believing the Saiyan God was mocking his abilities. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to?!"

Goku sincerely frowned. "Well, I kept trying to ask your friends and they didn't tell me, so I don't know, and frankly at this point, I don't care."

"FREEZE!"

Quickly, Champ the serial killer entertainer attacked Goku with one of the orbs thanks to his Imperial Arms, the Ice Orb, which immediately encased Goku with ice at the moment of contact and froze him.

"QUICKLY, DESTROY THE ICE!"

Not wasting a moment, Izou and Dorothea ran towards the alien, eager to cut him with his sword or find an opportunity to suck his blood.

Unfortunately, the moment they jumped on Goku, the Saiyan managed to break free from his frozen prison, and before one of his opponents could step back, he grabbed them by the neck before throwing them violently against the ground, killing them as well. Now, Goku was in this to take them all out, and should he ever actually kill them, he would be merciful and make it quick, not letting them suffer. Plus, he knew they were already dead from their halos, so if he destroyed them here, there was no feasible way of bringing them back, ever. Plus, Super Saiyan God was a league higher than everyone in this so-called Wild Hunt.

Quickly, behind him and front of him was the infamous duo of Cosmina and Enshin whom in perfect synchronization, attacked the Saiyan by throwing sharp winds or sound waves at him. Goku only sighed, his aura growing into a ball, glowing brightly as a giant crimson beam fired from his back that had no trouble destroying the attacks, as well as the two assassins, crying about before they disappeared off the face of the multiverse as a whole, forever.

"No, it can't be! It's not true..." Champ whimpered frightened, stepping back, colliding with something he hoped wasn't true.

"Hello there, clown. I hope you haven't forgotten about me."

Both of Frieza's hands were placed on his back, as a beam erupted from both of them, incinerating his body, leaving nothing but ashes.

"Really, Goku, I expect more of a selfless hero such as yourself," the Emperor taunted, but Goku wasn't offended one bit. "Believe me, I don't like doing this as much as the next person, I'm not like you, but we needed to get going and if we tried flying away, they would just follow us and we'd have to fight them all over again."

"Well for one, I'm actually quite disappointed of how sorry of a performance this is has been. As a welcoming committee I would at least have preferred something more dynamic. Try to understand me here, I hardly enjoy torturing them. If they had put up a better show with curtains, maybe then they would have been worth my time."

A Death Beam quickly shot from Frieza's thumb travelling backwards until it hit a stumbling figure, piercing his shoulder. "Actually, why don't you allow me to handle the rest of the ants, it'll save you the trouble."

Syura was the one who was shot by Frieza as he kept trying to stop the blood from flowing out of his shoulder, but to no avail. "Now, how do I eviscerate you tonight?"

He let out a cry of fear, before running away, but this only humored the Emperor, creating another Death Beam in an instant that went through the back of his brain and the front, ridding of him for good.

Now, one more insignificant nothing left. He trotted towards Dorothea who was still conscious, but wished she wasn't, as Frieza lifted her off the ground and grabbed her by the throat.

"NO!" cried Dorothea. "DON'T PLEASE! I CAN'T GO THROUGH IT AGAIN!" She didn't want to go through the horrifying experience of dying a second time

At that moment, hearing a noise behind him, Frieza turned to see Beerus appear with Whis. Of course he would appear now of all times, so he decided to bother with her later, hitting her again but purposely missing her vital organs.

"Can someone tell me what's going on here?" Beerus demanded, looking around at the hundreds of bodies of the assassins.

Goku quickly answered. "Well, long story short, we were ambushed by another universe, but I don't know which one."

"Well then, I'll make sure they don't get away..." Beerus said in a low tone, watching Run flying away with Akame in his arms, as he rummaged through his pockets trying to find his communicator so that he could call for help from Sidra. "Shit! We shouldn't have accepted this job!"

"That's one thing you're right about."

The last thing he saw before being knocked out was a purple cat, his communicator rolling onto the grass.