"Oh?"
Rayden was stunned. He hadn't expected there to be six Saiyans from Universe Six—including the king of Planet Sadala.
"Why don't you let me go first?" Son Goku asked excitedly, unable to contain his eagerness to fight.
"Kakarot, let me go first!" Vegeta grabbed Goku, who was already about to fly into the ring.
He didn't know how strong the opponents were, but if Kakarot eliminated all ten fighters at once, wouldn't this whole trip be meaningless for him? Plus, he wanted to see how much Cabba had grown from his training over the years.
Rayden, seeing the two of them arguing, spoke calmly.
"Goku, Vegeta, stop it. Let Tagma go first. Don't forget—we have other things to take care of."
Goku and Vegeta nodded and sat down.
Frieza casually appeared with a glass of red wine in his hand, swirling it gently.
"Tagma, try not to embarrass me."
"King Frieza, you can count on me! I'll wipe out all ten of them!"
With a flash, Tagma appeared in the ring.
Champa pointed lazily toward a golden bear. "Go on."
"Yes, Lord Champa!"
Botamo stood up from the crowd and leapt into the ring.
"This idiot... look at the size of the opponent!" Champa muttered, covering his face in embarrassment.
"Both players are in position. The first match begins now!" announced the host before retreating to avoid the crossfire.
Tagma and Botamo faced off.
"Your name is Botamo, right?" Tagma asked with a fake smile. "Ready?"
"Of course."
Swish!
Tagma vanished and reappeared in front of Botamo, launching a punch.
But Botamo didn't flinch. The hit landed like a fist into a pillow—absorbed without any impact.
"Is that all you got?" Botamo taunted.
Da-da-da-da!
Tagma unleashed a flurry of rapid punches, raising a huge cloud of dust that filled the arena.
When the smoke cleared, Botamo hadn't moved an inch, while Tagma stood panting in disbelief.
Everyone had clearly felt the power in Tagma's blows.
Champa had thought his fighter might lose, but now he was laughing.
"Hahaha!"
"Beerus, is this the best Universe Seven has to offer? Is he trying to tickle us?"
Tagma looked confused. He had never encountered such an opponent before during his time in Frieza's army.
"What's wrong with your body? Why aren't my attacks working?"
Botamo smirked. "My body is the most elastic in the entire universe. I can absorb any attack. You can't beat me."
Frustrated, Frieza crushed his wine glass. "Tagma, what are you doing?! I don't care how elastic he is. Hit him with everything you've got or you're in trouble!"
Tagma turned and saw Frieza's furious expression. He raised a hand in reassurance.
"I promise, Lord Frieza. This is the last time!"
Champa continued to mock them. "Beerus, are your fighters a joke?"
"How dare you insult King Frieza! That's unforgivable!"
Fuming, Tagma let out a roar as his energy exploded, shaking the entire planet. Red flames enveloped his body as his power surged.
Whis and Vados immediately raised their staffs, forming barriers to contain the rising aura.
"Impossible..."
The fighters from Universe Six were stunned. No one had expected this kind of power from someone so unassuming.
Botamo couldn't withstand the pressure. He slid backward, struggling to stay on his feet.
"Nooo~!"
With a final burst, Tagma's aura knocked Botamo out of the ring.
"Damn it! I lost!" Botamo cried as he tumbled outside the bounds.
Champa's mood tanked. He had believed Botamo's elasticity would earn them several victories. But now, the so-called invincible warrior was lying in defeat.
Champa turned to Frost—a Frieza look-alike. "Go show them what Universe Six is made of!"
Frost bowed respectfully. "It would be my honor."
Though inside, he was cursing Champa with every fiber of his being.
Do I look like I can take on that monster? I've already seen how hostile Frieza is toward me. I'll be beaten to a pulp for sure!
"Why are you just standing there?!" Champa bellowed.
"Y-Yes, Lord Champa!"
Frost flew toward the arena. Seeing Tagma in his fully powered state made his body tremble, but he still bowed courteously.
"I am your next opponent, Mr. Tagma. Please go easy on me."
Tagma smirked. "Frost, right? You look just like King Frieza. Hurry up and transform."
Despite his politeness, Tagma was scheming.
When I trained, King Frieza beat me mercilessly. You're the perfect target for payback.
"Raaaah!"
Frost screamed as purple light enveloped him. His form changed—bulging muscles, twin horns, and a grotesque, sausage-shaped mouth.
"Ugh. That face makes me want to punch it even more."
"This is my final form. Let's begin!"
Tagma sighed. "I gave you a chance, but you wasted it."
In a flash, Tagma appeared before Frost and drove a fist into his gut.
"GAAAH!"
Frost let out a painful cry as he was hurled backward.
Tagma didn't let up. He pursued Frost, pummeling him with punches and kicks.
"AHH! AHH!"
Frost couldn't retaliate. His only response was screaming..
Every time Frost flew near the edge of the ring, Tagma caught him and slammed him back to the center.
"What the heck is Tagma doing? He looks like he's trying to rip the guy apart!" Frieza said, completely baffled.
Rayden, watching from the stands, smirked. Does Frieza really not get it? Or is he just playing dumb?
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