Six months after Sinthe's Meeting with the Omni Kings, the Deities of the Cosmos are gathered by the Grand Minister.
"Does anyone know why the Grand Minister called this meeting?"
"No…." Some Deities answered, while several shook their heads. It wasn't time for their 'Quarterly Check-In', as it happened just last month. Several of the Attendants were perplexed as well.
"Something smells fishy.." Lord Beerus glared at the Destroyer from Universe Twelve. ".. And I bet it has something to do with you."
"Hn." Giin snickered as he looked across the room at the Destroyer from the Seventh. "And what if it does?" The Destroyer loved annoying his fellow Deities. It was so easy to get under Lord Beerus' skin.
"Why you…" The purple Deity grumbled, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
"Are you sure your orange clothed fellow didn't have something to do with this?" The Attendant from Universe 3 questioned Lord Beerus.
"No." Whis answered. "We haven't been able to contact Goku in almost seven months. Last we knew, he was dealing with a family emergency and needed privacy. I doubt he has anything to do with this meeting."
The murmurs continued in the Meeting Room. Everyone had their own idea of what the meeting could be about. After a few minutes, The Grand Minister walked in, a small smile on his features.
"Good evening everyone!" The Deity greeted the room. "I appreciate you being available for this impromptu meeting. The Omni Kings express their gratitude for your attendance as well."
"May we ask what this meeting is about, sir?" Heles from Universe Two questioned.
"We're here to discuss putting together a Third Tournament of Power." The High Priest grinned.
"It seems the Omni Kings have really come to enjoy watching martial arts tournaments. An additional side effect of the Tournament is every Universe's mortal level has been rising since its creation. We are glad that we've found a more innovative way to raise the mortal level, instead of resorting to the barbarity of destroying what we've created. In celebration of that, The Omni Kings want this one to be the biggest one we've orchestrated."
Mutters began across the room once again.
"How are we supposed to make it bigger than last year? We allowed the entire Cosmos to compete." Sidra brought up.
"Since the Tournament of Power, there's been a lot of buzz in Universe Twelve." Quitela expressed. "The planets are excited to join in the fun. The thought of having any wish granted has enticed a higher percentage of mortals to come forward. It's possible we'll have up to 40 percent more than last Tournament."
"We've even had children talk about competing." Whis mentioned with a grin. "The Sons of Goku and Vegeta have expressed that they'd love a 'kid's version' of the Tournament."
"That's great news!" The Grand Minister clapped his hands together once.
"What about the Super Dragon Balls?" Champa chimed in. "They won't be ready to use for at least another 10 months."
"Then comes finding the damned things…" Beerus grumbled.
"Yes… If we're looking to do this Tournament quickly, should we use another prize?" The Grand Minister questioned.
"Money is always a great motivator." Whis grinned.
"So is Treasure!" His twin sister continued.
"We could also wait." Giin mentioned with a stoic look on his features.
"Why?" Lord Beerus questioned, his brows furrowing.
The Destroyer of the Twelfth shrugged his shoulders. "It's been the prize in the last two Tournaments. I think most people expect it to be the continuing prize."
"Not only that." Martinu continues where her Deity left off. "The extra time will give us a chance to recruit more mortals for the Tournament."
"A cash/treasure prize is just as good." Lord Beerus continued to argue. "Is this really a good use of the Super Dragon Balls? Granting meaningless wishes to mortals across the Cosmos?"
"Everyone is bringing up good points." The Grand Minister grinned, wanting to break this up before it became too heated.
This was one of the main reasons he held these meetings. The Destroyers and Angels would talk amongst themselves, giving off great ideas in the process. The High Priest was then able to collect all the best ideas to create the plan of attack.
"Another thing the Omni King's expressed is their preference for the Battle Royale style of fighting. It was more entertaining to them. How should we tackle this?"
"What about the 'Power Level Meters' we used in the last Tournament?" Belmod mentioned. "Using these at the Sign-Ups would allow us to place opponents in the right bracket for their ability."
"The winners of each bracket will move on to the Final Battle Royale." The Angel from the Eleventh spoke.
"Excellent idea." The Grand Minister walked in between the Destroyers and Angels on either side of the room. "If we were to hold a children's Tournament, what would the parameters be?"
"It should be based on skill. No minimum age limit." Lord Iwan mentioned. "Give them the same Power Level Meter Test."
"No toddlers." Martinu gasped. "They're much too young!"
"What if a child is strong enough, based on the Power Level Meter, to qualify for the Adult Tournament?" Lord Beerus asked.
The room went silent for a moment.
"Do you really think you havechildrenstrong enough to compete in the adult portion of the Tournament?" Martinu's eyes were wide.
"We did. In the last Tournament of Power, Goku and Vegeta's sons both competed in the Tournament of Power. While they didn't make it to the final round, they were able to make it through most of the Tournament." The Destroyer of the Seventh stated proudly.
"Hmph. If they want to get slaughtered then let them." Giin shrugged.
"Alright!" The Grand Minister clapped his hands together. "This has been a productive meeting! Thank you all for your input. We will be discussing final touches in the coming weeks. I'll visit each of your Universes when we are ready to officially announce the Tournament."
"Goodbye!" The High Priest waved at the Deities and Angels as they stood, each pair teleporting out of the room.
"Unbelievable!" Lord Beerus storms into his Castle the moment he arrives home on his Planet. Just who did Giin and Martinu think they were? Why were they trying to get all chummy with the Omni Kings after finding out one of Lord Beerus' pupils was close to them?!
"I think you're overreacting a bit, My Lord." Whis sighed as he closed the door behind them.
"Why don't we have some dinner. I think there's still some Earth food in the kitchen!"
The Attendant did his best to cheer up the Destroyer, but it had no effect. "How can you think about eating at a time like this, Whis?"
"You can't think on an empty stomach." The Angel mentioned as he walked over to the refrigerator. "Plus this food is even better after it's been sitting! It allows the flavors to co-mingle even more than the initial taste."
"That Universe 12 is up to something… I can feel it." Lord Beerus grumbled.
Whis chuckled. "I'm not sure you have anything to worry about, Lord Beerus. It's not like these are going to be one vs one battles. Universe excels when they're allowed to work as a team, not apart. Secondly, if they were up to something, why did they not use the wish to their advantage last Tournament?"
"I don't know Whis!" The Destroyer fumed. He was not in the right frame of mind. His thoughts were being fueled by blind rage. "All I know is that my prized fighter is out of commission! The eight months he's been gone have been spent not training. Who knows what shape he's going to come back to me in!"
"My Lord, please calm down." The Angel sighed, hating seeing him lose control like this. "I'm sure we'd be able to stop by Earth someday soon. In the meantime, we need to begin getting word to the other Planets in the Universe, and expand our previous reach on fighters."
"The most important thing is to make sure my initial ten can compete in this Tournament! The ones that won the first Tournament of Power."
"You're willing to find Frieza to have him compete in the Tournament?" Whis raised a brow.
"If that's what it takes to win!"
"Why are you so bothered by this? It's very unlike you, and unlike a Destroyer." The Attendant wanted to get to the bottom of this.
"Something's been gnawing at me ever since the last Tournament of Power." Lord Beerus admitted. "The way Sinthe looked at Goku and the Omni Kings. He was almost jealous of their relationship. What if he's using this Tournament to curry favor with the Grand Zeno's?"
"So what if he is?" Whis questioned. "Do you think that mean's Goku is going to fall out of favor?"
"It could! What if they only liked him because he was the strongest being in the Tournament?"
"You have to give the Omni Kings more credit than that, My Lord." The attendant chastised him.
"They were intrigued by Goku long before the Tournament of Power began." Whis placed a plate of food in front of the Destroyer.
"The Universe isn't in danger. Why are you acting like it is?" The Attendant wondered.
"Because Giin is up to something!" Lord Beerus fumed. "Or maybe it's his trainee pulling the strings. He's hellbent on his own motivations. How do we know that this doesn't spell disaster?"
The Angel sighed as his head shook. The Destroyer of the Seventh has been up in arms ever since the First Tournament of Power began. Goku interacting with the Omni Kings has permanently caused Lord Beerus' blood pressure to spike.
The days of Beerus the Destroyer lounging around the Castle were long gone due to the spiky haired warrior.
"They'd better start training immediately.' The Destroyer mumbled. "I'll whip those measly mortals into shape!"
Whis raised a brow. "Are you sure? This soon?"
"Goku's already been out for too long! Who knows how long it'll take to get him to the level that he needs to perform."
"The reason Universe Seven is so good in the Tournament of Power is their ability to trust each other." The Angel tries to remind the Deity. "It's possible you're overreacting a little bit?"
"If I get all of the Saiyans in Training by next week…" Lord Beerus wasn't listening to his Attendant. He was determined to win this Tournament at all costs. "That gives us a minimum of three months worth of Training. If they choose to use the Super Dragon Balls as a prize, it'll be closer to 10 Months! We could incorporate the rest of the team half way through…"
Whis laughed. "You know as well as I, that Gohan will not take that much time away from his job."
"What about the children? Goku's brats are all old enough to fight."
"Goten sure." Whis agreed. "He competed last year. You're not really suggesting the youngest generation compete? Pan and Tarro are barely ten years old collectively!"
"It's a great way to introduce them to the world they've been born into." Lord Beerus argued.
"You'll have to get through Ellery, Videl, and Chi-Chi." Whis chuckled.
"Have you lost your mind?" Whis' eyes were about to pop out of his skull. He was utterly shocked.
"I know they're not going to make it to the final round!" Lord Beerus scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous. I just want to see what they're capable of when pushed to the limit. Can we count on them if the Universe is at stake after Goku and Vegeta are gone?"
Whis sighed, knowing it was impossible to change the purple Deity's mind once he was determined. He could only hope that the women of Earth take the news of his plans well. "We have some time before we have to think about that eventuality. In the meantime, Gohan is more than capable of filling in for his Father."
The Attendant could tell the Destroyer was still agitated. "Why don't we visit Earth soon? I'm sure we can stop by Bulma's place for some goodies and gather intel."
"I like the way you think!" Beerus smiled at Whis. "Let's go right now!"
Looking into the orb on his staff, the Attendant shook his head. "It's the middle of the night. No one would be awake. We should wait a day or two; make sure we're clear on the plan. There's more planets to think about than Earth, My Lord."
Lord Beerus' stomach growled as the food in front of him became too tempting to ignore. The purple Deity sighed, deciding to let it go for now. "Fine. We'll come up with a strategy in the morning. The moment we're done, we're heading to Earth."
"Their food tasted better the first time. Leftovers don't do the delicacies justice." Beerus pouted while playing with his food as he ate it.