*After seeing the strength of Goku at the Tournament of Power, Sinthe was beginning to think he needed to look elsewhere for his prophetic child*
"Are you sure about this? I thought you'd already found the man you were looking for?"
Giin, Martinu, Abi, and Sinthe were flying through Universe Twelve, searching for a new family to research. After witnessing Goku's skills at the Tournament of Power, the warrior wasn't satisfied with how strong he was. If the man's children were supposed to fulfill the prophecy, shouldn't he at least be a little bit of a threat?
The pale warrior has been fixated on the spiky haired Saiyan for years. Ever since Martinu showed him clips from the Tournament of Power, Sinthe has been eager for a chance to fight Goku. After he was able to observe his progress through the battle, the pale warrior was convinced that he'd be the one to give him a challenge.
"Are you sure we can't go?" Sinthe was nearly to the point of begging. After hearing about this supposed Tournament of Power, the pale warrior knew it would be the perfect way to get a glimpse at the strongest warriors from several Universes. In his search for the Prophecy, he's only been able to scour his own Universe, as well as the neighboring one. So far, the warrior hasn't had any luck in locating the Tetrad.
"Why do you want to watch some lower class Universes brawl it out?" Giin rolled his eyes.
"It's a chance to see if there's any worthy competition out there. I've been hearing good things about Universe Eleven."
"The Pride Troopers are quite the bunch!" Martinu chimed in, a bright smile on her face. "Several of their strongest fighters are going to be competing in the Tournament."
"If he can't go, there must be something that can be done?" Abi chimed in, walking into the room.
Giin cringed as the woman came into the room. "Come on Martinu. Let's go!"
As the Destroyer turned to leave, the Attendant whispered to the warrior. "I'll make sure to get some good footage for ya!"
"Enjoy yourselves!" Sinthe waved.
A couple of hours passed, too slowly for the pale warrior. He began pacing in the main hall, thinking about what could be taking them so long to get back. The Tournament of Power was only supposed to last forty-eight minutes. Even with travel time, it shouldn't take more than sixty-three minutes to arrive back at the Palace. What could be taking up their time?
"You're going to dig a trench in that spot if you keep it up." Abi giggled from behind her partner. She walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I know you're excited for their return. Maybe we can find a way to pass the time."
"They should've returned by now…" Sinthe continued.
"A number of things could've happened." The scarlet haired woman pointed out. "Come on! Let's do something fun to pass the time!"
The double doors opened, Giin and Martinu entered the main hall. They each had looks that were hard to describe. Almost as if they'd seen something they couldn't believe.
"You've returned." Sinthe bowed. He noted the bewildered looks on their features. "I take it there were some interesting events."
"You could say that again!" Martinu nearly squealed in excitement. "I've never seen a mortal reach the level of the Gods!"
"Level of the Gods?" Abbi raised a brow. "You mean they were able to use Ultra Instinct?"
"... He mastered it, to some degree." Giin was still bewildered. He never thought it was possible for a mere mortal to achieve. If this Saiyan from Universe Seven could achieve what they thought was impossible, could Sinthe as well?
"I just want to make sure I'm keeping my options open." Sinthe explained. "There's no use wasting my time on a dead end. I might as well continue to search."
"I think that's a great idea!" Abi agreed with a bright smile.
"This is ridiculous." Gine grumbled from in front of the two beings. The Destroyer had just about had enough. He was tired of being a chauffeur service for these two. Ever since his pupil has been hyper fixated on this prophecy, Sinthe hasn't been training as rigorously as he used to. This caused The Destroyer's skills to become rusty.
Now he was on a wild goose chase? The Twelfth Universe's Destroyer groaned audibly. "We should at least make ourselves useful and get rid of some planets while we're here."
"Do what you wish." The warrior shrugged, not allowing Giin's bad mood to deter him. He was looking for a specific planet. Sinthe wanted to see an old colleague. It was possible he had more information on this Saiyan from the Seventh, and his connection to 'The Prophecy'.
"We're in enemy territory!" The Deity screamed. "We passed into Universe Eleven, hours ago! Destroying anything here could land me in… "
Giin shivered at the thought. "...Purgatory… "
Abi glanced between the two, an idea popping into her head. Her partner's been so distracted by her needs, he's been forgetting his own.
"I have an idea!" The scarlet haired woman grinned. "Instead of looking for this child, we could find the Super Dragon Balls-
"YOU BLEW YOUR CHANCE" The Destroyer exploded. "YOU ALREADY HAD THE SUPER DRAGON BALLS IN YOUR HANDS!" He knew he was causing a scene. The look on Martinu's face was enough to seal the deal.
"Then…." Abi all but ignored the man's outburst. "We could visit the Omni Kings?"
Sinthe perked up at his partner's idea, while Giin audibly gulped. The scarlet haired woman noticed the Destroyer began to sweat. Could he be afraid of these adorable little beings?
"No. Absolutely not." The Destroyer shook his head.
"If there are other mortals from other Universes who can be in the presence of the great Omni Kings, then why can't I?" Sinthe questioned. "I'm the strongest in the Cosmos, according to their little Tournament."
Giin could feel his temples pulsating as he rubbed his head. This was a bad idea, on several levels. How was the pale warrior not afraid of the Kings of Everything? One wave of their hands, and it's goodbye. Why would he want to be in the presence of such power and might?
"Come on! It'll be fun!" Abi clapped in excitement.
Martinu couldn't help but chuckle. "I knew this day would come…" She muttered under her breath. It was only a matter of time.
"This must be how Lord Beerus of the Seventh feels." Giin rubbed his temples as he groaned. "You're lucky that one of the guards owes me a favor, Sinthe."
"How many times have we played this game?"
Zeni sat across from his twin companion. The two of them were in their gameroom, playing their infamous game of 'marbles'. Where each player takes turns flicking the orbs on the table until they ultimately crash into each other.
The 'orbs' on the table represented actual planets in the solar system.
After several hundred play-throughs, the two of them were starting to get bored once again.
"I dunno. We play it every day." Zeno mentioned in a monotone voice. "It's getting kind of boring."
"We could play something else?" The Omni King raised a brow.
Zeni perked up. "Like what?"
"Uh…" The little blue Deity contemplated. To be honest, he'd run out of ideas hours ago. Zeni contemplated using the button to summon their friend Goku. However, according to the Grand Minister, the Saiyan is going through a family emergency. He will not be able to be contacted for a little while.
Unfortunately their first and favorite friend was unavailable.
There was a knock at the door, causing both Deities to look away from each other.
"Are you expecting anyone?" Zeni questioned.
"No… Did you invite Goku to come over?" Zeno asked his companion.
The little blue Deity shook his head, before calling out. "Who is it?"
"Visitors, Great Omni Kings" One of their guards answered. "They're from Universe 12. It's the man that won the most recent Tournament of Power."
"Really?" Zeni and Zeno replied in unison. The two of them became excited. It was rare they got a visitor. Now, the winners of the Tournaments of Power were both making visits.
"Let them in! Please!" Zeno yelled excitedly.
A group of five entered the 'Game Room'. The Omni Kings recognized Giin and Martinu. The pale man beside them was Sinthe, the Tournament victor. There was an unknown female next to their guard.
"We're terribly sorry if we interupted, Grand Zeno's." Giin bowed as soon as he got within distance.
"No problem." Zeni shrugged.
"We were bored anyway." Zeno leaned back in his seat.
"Sires, is that any way to treat your guests?" The Grand Minister entered the room. He had a gentle smile on his features as he waved at the group. "What a surprise Universe 12. What brings you here?"
"Well Uh… You see, sir…" Giin rubbed the back of his head.
"It's my fault." Sinthe bowed his head. "I had so much fun at the last Tournament of Power. I've come to ask the Omni Kings if they will hold another Tournament."
"Really?" The Grand Zeno's once again spoke in unison. The excitement was evident on their faces.
"We love watching battles!"
"We would love to have another Tournament."
Giin's deadpan look caused Martinu to laugh. Even she didn't think it would be that easy to convince the Omni Kings on a third Tournament.
Abi clapped her hands, her smile spanned from ear to ear. "That's wonderful news! How about my wonderful husband showing off more of his abilities." The scarlet haired woman began walking towards the King's of the Cosmos.
"You mentioned being bored? If you could summon up 1,000 soldiers, I'm sure that he could keep you entertained for hours."
Sinthe's eyes widened. He looked back at his partner with a serious glint in his eye. "1,000?"
"I'm sure it'll be fine!" Abi grinned as she looked over her shoulder to Sinthe. "I've seen you wipe out armies before! Planets even!"
"This is a little bit different.." Suddenly, the warrior was nervous. What if the Omni Kings would think he was weak if he lost? Could he wipe out everyone on the Tournament stage?
"That would be so cool!" Zeni yelled, his fists rising into the air.
"Super cool!" Zeno agreed. The little blue Deity stood up and walked over to the south wall. He pushed a panel that revealed a button. Zeno pressed it, causing the wall to open up into the Null Realm. A Tournament Stage already built.
With a snap of Zeni's fingers, hundreds, possibly thousands of training soldiers appeared on the stage.
"Amazing…" Sinthe looked out at the Null Realm, amazed at what the Omni Kings were able to accomplish. The warrior bowed, thanking them for the opportunity to show off his skills. As he stands back up, he gives each of them a smile. Suddenly, all of his nerves disappeared.
"I'll do my best to give you a show. Grand Zeno's. You have my word." Sinthe placed two fingers to his forehead and teleported to the Tournament Stage.
Once he was there, he noted that it looked like an exact replica of the Battle Royale portion of the Tournament of Power. Looking around the stage, Sinthe noticed all of the 'warriors' were masked soldiers in metal armor. As the pale warrior began to size up his opponents, he realized each of them had their own specific power level, as well as skill set. It was a true work of art. The amount of detail the Omni Kings put into the experience was inspiring.
He was going to repay them in kind.
The Grand Minister stood on a platform above the stage. "Contestant, please get into your starting position."
Sinthe got into his signature fighting pose. He looked around him at the soldiers surrounding him, feeling a sense of peace in the silence before the slaughter.
"Let the Tournament Begin!" The High Priest yelled.
As soon as the pillar moved, Sinthe went into action. He let out a war cry that caused the training dummies closest to him to lose their footing and fly away. Sinthe lets out a field of energy that wipes out several feet of soldiers.
"This is going to be fun." Sinthe grinned as he flew at the soldiers. He picked up one closest to him and usd him as a shield to plow a line through the group. The training dummies were flying left and right.
"Woah…." Zeni's eyes widened as they continued to watch in awe.
"He's so fast." Zeno couldn't look away.
"He's already knocked out nearly 10% of the soldiers." Martinu gasped as she continued to watch the massacre that happened before her eyes. These 'training bots' were not average by any means. Their powers varied, but were all at least as strong as the Omni King's bodyguards.
The Attendant was glad that these were not real people. If they were individuals of average power, she's not sure how much of them would be left.