Suddenly, Rayden seemed to remember something. He quickly reached into his storage ring and pulled out eight black cloaks, distributing them to Son Goku and the others.
After receiving the cloaks, everyone immediately put them on.
"It seems my identity was discovered the last time I visited Universe Six," Rayden muttered.
Frieza noticed something strange. "Rayden, weren't there ten cloaks? Why don't Tagma and I get one?"
Rayden looked at him indifferently. "You two don't need them."
Frieza's face turned sour. "Hmph! Unbelievable! That damned Rayden. I thought I was supposed to be one of the ten!"
In truth, Rayden didn't trust Frieza. If he couldn't sense Frieza's aura, who knew what kind of trouble he'd cause?
Beerus and Whis were both surprised. The moment the cloaks were worn, the wearers' energy signatures completely vanished. Even they couldn't detect who was under which cloak.
"You guys scared to show your faces at a competition now?" Beerus asked, genuinely confused.
Rayden thought silently, It's not about being scared. I just don't want Champa to recognize us too soon.
Whis, seeing this, started to regret promising to protect Yamcha and the others. From the moment everyone donned the cloaks, he sensed that trouble was imminent.
---
After traveling through the universe for more than ten minutes, Whis spoke up.
"We're here!"
Everyone turned to look.
Six planet-sized Dragon Balls floated in space, orbiting a barren, brown planet filled with massive craters and broken terrain.
"Are those... Dragon Balls?!"
"They're enormous! They look like entire planets!"
"Wait, I only count six. Where's the seventh one?"
Whis explained, "These are Super Dragon Balls. Unlike the ones from Namek or Earth, they have unparalleled power to grant wishes."
Swish!
Whis piloted the shuttle cube down to the barren planet's surface.
As they landed, the group laid eyes on a colossal arena shielded by a transparent energy dome. It was dozens of times larger than the World's Martial Arts Tournament arena.
To the left and right were enormous floating signs bearing images of Beerus and Champa. Around the arena stood stone bleachers for the spectators.
Then, a chubby purple cat strolled up, smirking. "Skinny ribs, I thought you were too scared to show up!"
Beerus shouted, "You fat pig! Just wait to lose!"
Their taunts escalated until they lunged at each other.
"Lord Beerus, please!"
Whis stepped forward to stop him.
"Lord Champa, that's enough!"
Vados intervened as well.
Broly, eyes burning with rage, stepped toward Champa, his energy rising rapidly.
But Rayden appeared in a flash and grabbed his shoulder. "Broly, hold back. Just follow my lead. That cat will get what's coming to him."
Broly hesitated, then took a deep breath and calmed down.
---
Whis escorted everyone to the audience stands.
Bulma frowned. "Are we really supposed to sit on these stone slabs? They're so uncomfortable!"
She reached into her pocket to grab a capsule.
Beerus growled, disgusted. "Only a fat pig would think this setup is good. Whis!"
Whis nodded and waved his staff. The stone benches vanished. In their place appeared soft, semi-circular stands padded with hay.
Champa, hearing their reaction, became embarrassed. He turned to Vados, annoyed. "Why didn't you make our seats like that?!"
Vados giggled. "Lord Champa, when I made them, you said you liked the design."
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Suddenly, the Supreme Kai of Universe 6 and Universe 7 arrived.
"Old Supreme Kai! Supreme Kai! Over here!" Son Goku, still in his cloak, waved enthusiastically.
The Old Kai flew over, having greeted Fuwa from Universe 6.
"Goku, what are you all doing wearing those cloaks?" he asked.
Goku just smiled. "Nothing, really."
Old Kai frowned but didn't press further.
Beerus turned lazily to Champa. "So, are your fighters here yet?"
"Of course!" Champa pointed to the Universe 6 bench. "See? It's not too late to admit defeat. Hand over Earth and save face."
"Wait, what?!" Goku turned to Beerus. "If we lose, Earth goes to him? Why didn't you tell us this earlier?!"
Beerus waved him off. "Don't you trust your abilities? Besides, we might win a Super Dragon Ball. That should be enough motivation!"
"Hahaha! You're dreaming again, Skinny Ribs!" Champa howled with laughter.
Suddenly, Gohan gasped and pointed at the Universe 6 team.
"Uncle Vegeta, look over there!"
The group turned and saw a familiar face: Cabba, from Universe 6.
"That guy looks just like Frieza! No way he's a good guy!" Krillin whispered to Yamcha.
"Frost: ...?"
Champa snorted. "Fools. That man is a paragon of justice in our universe. He's won the Universal Peace Prize and has rescued countless people!"
"What?! A peace advocate?!"
Everyone blinked in disbelief.
Goku turned to Frieza. "Maybe you should take a lesson from that Frost guy. Stop doing bad stuff."
"Hohoho~!"
Frieza merely laughed quietly. Tagma whispered to himself, "When King Frieza smiles like that, it usually means someone's going to die..."
"Enough nonsense! Start the match already, fat pig!" Beerus barked, clearly annoyed.
"Skinny ribs, don't cry when you lose," Champa smirked.
With that, he gave a signal. The tournament host floated to the center of the arena with a microphone.
"Welcome, everyone, to the martial arts competition between Universe Six and Universe Seven! Allow me to explain the rules."
"The competition follows a continuous 10v10 format. If a fighter wins, they remain in the ring to face the next challenger. The match ends when all ten fighters on one side are eliminated."
"No weapons allowed. Falling out of bounds or being unable to fight means disqualification. There is no time limit."
"Universe Six's fighters are: Hit, Botamo, Magetta, Frost, Cabba, Caulifla, Kale, King Shadara, Rogue, and Gaia."
"Universe Seven's fighters are: Rayden, Broly, Cell, Paragus, Son Goku, Son Gohan, Vegeta, Piccolo, Frieza, and Tagma."
"Each team will now decide the order of their participants."
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