"This is a gift for King Sadala and the soon-to-be-born young prince. I must return it to them," Cabba said flatly as he tucked the ornament away.
Caulifla: "..."
Caulifla looked at Cabba, her heart wavering.
This feeling made her very uncomfortable, yet she had to admit it.
"You said earlier that Universe 7 also has Saiyans? Can they all transform into that blonde form like you?" Caulifla remained silent for a moment but couldn't help asking, her tone holding a bit less hostility and a bit more curiosity.
"Yes, I learned this transformation from the Saiyans of Universe 7," Cabba nodded. Seeing her attitude soften, he felt a sense of relief.
"I didn't expect there to be so many Saiyans stronger than me..." Caulifla murmured to herself, a trace of longing flashing in her eyes.
Caulifla had always thought she was already very strong. Only now did she realize that there was a much wider world out there.
"With Miss Caulifla's talent, with just a little practice, you will surely be able to grasp the Super Saiyan transformation soon," Cabba smiled, offering a sincere compliment.
"Is that so?" Caulifla paused, her eyes filled with a bit more expectation.
"If you're willing to participate in the Tournament of Power, I'll teach you the method for the Super Saiyan transformation," Cabba took the opportunity to say, a gentle smile on his face.
"Hmph! You're actually using such means to blackmail me! Despicable and shameless!" Caulifla snorted, but she didn't refuse directly; she was just sharp-tongued. "If you bully me like this and my brother finds out, he definitely won't let you off!"
Cabba: "..."
Hearing Renso's name, Cabba couldn't help but shudder.
Cabba knew exactly how strong Renso was.
If Renso really came looking for trouble, he wouldn't be able to handle it.
"Forget it, I won't hold it against you this time," Caulifla waved her hand, as if being the bigger person. "What's your name?"
"Cabba," he quickly replied.
"Hey, you guys! Wasn't there juice among the goods we just snatched? Bring some for Mr. Cabba," Caulifla ordered her subordinates behind her.
"No need, I'll just have some water, thank you," Cabba waved his hand a bit awkwardly.
"Did you hear that? Go get some water," Caulifla immediately changed her order and spoke to her subordinates.
Cabba: "..."
Looking at Caulifla's serious face, Cabba silently complained in his heart.
I was just being polite; you really only brought water!
"Alright, then I'll participate in that Tournament of Power you mentioned," Caulifla suddenly said, her eyes full of excitement. "But you have to keep your word and teach me how to turn into a Super Saiyan."
"Super Saiyan is just the beginning; there are even stronger forms beyond that," Cabba explained, a hint of pride in his smile.
"Oh? Just the beginning?" Caulifla's eyes lit up, her curiosity growing.
Just then, a fair-skinned girl with short blue hair walked over carrying a glass of water. It was Caulifla's subordinate, Kale.
She handed the water to Cabba, whispered "Please enjoy," and then took a small object out of her pocket.
It was the very ornament Cabba had just tucked away.
Seeing the ornament, Cabba was stunned on the spot and hurriedly felt his pocket.
His pocket was empty—the ornament was actually gone!
Cabba looked at Kale, his heart filled with shock.
When did this girl take the ornament from him?
He hadn't felt a thing!
"Eh? How did that end up in your hand?" Caulifla also saw the ornament and was momentarily stunned. Then she waved her hand. "Forget it, forget it. I have no use for that thing anyway; just give it to Cabba."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Cabba. I didn't mean it," Kale hurriedly apologized, returning the ornament to Cabba. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked a bit nervous.
"It's fine," Cabba took the ornament and tucked it away again, but he became a bit more wary of Kale.
The strength of this girl was likely much greater than he had imagined.
"You said earlier that Super Saiyan is just the beginning. What did you mean? Are there even stronger forms?" Caulifla asked impatiently.
"Look, my current form is Super Saiyan," Cabba said. The golden light on his body grew even more brilliant, and blue lightning suddenly crackled within the golden aura. "This is Super Saiyan 2, which is stronger than Super Saiyan."
Caulifla, Kale, and the others all widened their eyes, staring fixedly at Cabba's change, their breathing becoming cautious.
"And then there's this," Cabba took a deep breath. The golden aura on his body suddenly turned red, burning like flames. His hair also turned a vivid red, and his gaze became sharper.
Cabba activated the Super Saiyan God form.
"Eh? His hair turned red!" Caulifla cried out in surprise, pointing at Cabba's hair, her face full of disbelief.
"This is called Super Saiyan God. It's much stronger than Super Saiyan 2," Cabba explained with a smile.
"Super Saiyan God..." Caulifla murmured to herself, her eyes full of longing.
Kale and the other subordinates were also dazed, completely shocked by this miraculous transformation.
"There's an even stronger form," Cabba said. The red aura on his body suddenly turned blue, and his hair turned blue along with it. His golden eyes became a deep blue.
Super Saiyan Blue form.
"Blue? The color changed again!" Caulifla was stunned once more, her mouth hanging open wide enough to fit an egg.
"This is activating the Super Saiyan form on top of Super Saiyan God. It's also called Super Saiyan Blue, and it's currently the strongest form I can master," Cabba explained.
"This name is way too casual, isn't it?" Caulifla couldn't help but complain. "Can't you come up with a better-sounding name?"
"This name was given by the Saiyans of Universe 7; I don't know why it's called that either," Cabba awkwardly rubbed his nose and silently wiped away some sweat.
"So, the Saiyans of Universe 7 can basically all turn into this blue form?" Caulifla asked.
"More or less. Mr. Son Goku and Mr. Vegeta of Universe 7 can both easily master this form," Cabba nodded with a solemn expression.
"Teach me! I want to learn this blue transformation! I want to master the strongest form as soon as possible!" Caulifla grabbed Cabba's arm, her eyes full of excitement as if she had found a new goal.
A few hours later, at Caulifla's base.
Caulifla stood in the center, surrounded by five Saiyans—her subordinates.
They were continuously channeling righteous energy into her body.
Vroom!
Red flames suddenly erupted from Caulifla's body. Her hair instantly turned red, and divine power surged around her.
Caulifla had successfully activated the Super Saiyan God form!
"It doesn't seem that hard," Caulifla felt the power surging within her and laughed triumphantly, her tone full of pride.
"Actually, as long as you master the way the energy flows and with the help of the righteous energy from other Saiyans, it really isn't hard to activate this form," Cabba felt relieved, but he still offered a reminder. "However, right now you still need external help to transform. What you need to do next is to familiarize yourself with the feeling of this energy as quickly as possible and strive to activate the Super Saiyan God form on your own without external help."
"I know, I know. A small thing like this won't stop me," Caulifla waved her hand dismissively. Then she began to sense the energy in her body again, her face full of ecstatic joy.
This feeling of power was something she had never experienced before.
After a moment of silence, Caulifla suddenly asked, "Can my brother, Renso, use this transformation?"
"I'm not sure. I've never seen Lord Renso transform," Cabba shook his head. Although he had met Renso a few times, he had never seen him display his true strength.
"Forget it. When I see him at the tournament, I'll ask," Caulifla mused, her words carrying a hint of confidence. "But with my brother's strength, even without transforming, he could defeat any opponent."
"You're right," Cabba nodded, speaking with deep resonance. "If King Sadala and Lord Renso could also master these transformations, our Universe 6's chances in the Tournament of Power would definitely be much higher."
...
Universe 7, Earth, Capsule Corp Headquarters.
Son Goku, Vegeta, Piccolo, and the others were gathered around the dining table.
The food on the table was mostly gone, and everyone had a satisfied smile on their face.
The chefs at Bulma's house always had excellent skills.
"Tell me, is there a possibility..." Piccolo suddenly spoke, his voice low, breaking the lively atmosphere at the table.
Son Goku, Vegeta, and the others all stopped what they were doing and turned their gaze to Piccolo.
Even Whis and Beerus, who were sitting to the side drinking tea, looked over curiously.
"What I mean is, when Goku sparred with Toppo earlier, he showed the strength of the Super Blue form. Such immense power will definitely catch the attention of the Gods of Destruction from other universes," Piccolo said with a furrowed brow, a hint of worry in his tone.
"That Namekian, just say what's on your mind and stop beating around the bush. I don't have the patience to listen to you talk in circles," Beerus picked his teeth with a toothpick and said impatiently.
Beerus hated it when people spoke indirectly.
"I'm just guessing; it might not be accurate," Piccolo first explained. Then he took a deep breath and voiced his concern. "I'm worried that people from other universes will team up and, right at the start of the Tournament of Power, call upon their respective Gods of Destruction to take the field. They might take advantage of Goku being off guard and eliminate him first."
"Oh my, Mr. Piccolo makes a lot of sense. Such a possibility indeed exists," Whis put down his teacup and nodded with a smile in agreement. "And this method is very effective. It would probably only take four Gods of Destruction teaming up to quickly eliminate Mr. Goku if he's unprepared."
Hearing this, Beerus's originally lazy gaze instantly became sharp. He tapped his finger lightly on the table, falling into deep thought.
Beerus knew Whis was right. Given the personalities of the other Gods of Destruction, it was very likely they would team up to win the tournament.
"Tch. If it really goes as you say, Goku, just call me. I'll help you block those four Gods of Destruction," Beerus snorted lightly, a contemptuous smile curling on his lips.
After all, he was a God of Destruction himself. Dealing with a few other Gods of Destruction would be easy.
Who told them that I, Beerus, am the strongest God of Destruction?
"No need, Lord Beerus," Son Goku scratched the back of his head and said with a relaxed look. "If I go all out, I should be able to withstand the combined attack of four Gods of Destruction, right?"
Beerus: "..."
Beerus looked at Son Goku's oblivious expression and was momentarily speechless.
This kid's self-confidence is truly getting more and more inflated. He doesn't even care about the combined efforts of the Gods of Destruction anymore?
"The fear is that Mr. Goku won't have time to react and will be ambushed by several Gods of Destruction," Whis shook his head with a smile, pointing out the key issue. "If you're hit before you have a chance to transform, you'll likely be eliminated directly."
"Exactly, that's what I mean!" Beerus immediately nodded in agreement, his gaze toward Son Goku becoming a bit more serious. "Although your true strength has already surpassed mine—I admit that—your reaction speed might not necessarily keep up with a sudden attack from a God of Destruction."
Just as he finished speaking.
Swish!
Beerus's figure instantly vanished from the spot and reappeared behind Son Goku in the next second.
Beerus flipped his wrist and delivered a hand-chop, slamming it hard toward the back of Son Goku's neck.
In Beerus's view, even if this strike didn't knock Son Goku unconscious, it would at least knock him to the ground and make him face reality.
However, something unexpected happened to Beerus.
As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Son Goku lightly tilted his head to the side and easily dodged the hand-chop.
Immediately after, Son Goku kicked out backward without hesitation.
Bang!
This kick landed squarely on Beerus's face.
"Ouch..."
Beerus let out a sharp gasp of pain, clutching his nose as he retreated repeatedly, tears nearly welling up from the sting.
"Hahaha, Lord Beerus, I'm sorry!" Son Goku turned around, scratching his head with a laugh. "The way you were standing just now really made me want to kick backward; I couldn't control myself."
Beerus: "..."
Beerus stared at Son Goku, his face filled with utter shock.
He had actually been kicked by Son Goku?
And that was during a surprise attack?
Everyone else present was also stunned, staring at the scene with wide eyes and open mouths.
Son Gohan's mouth hung open.
Vegeta clenched his fists tightly.
Piccolo's eyes were wide and round.
No one could believe that Son Goku had not only dodged Beerus's attack but also managed a successful counter-strike.
Among them, Vegeta was the most shocked.
Vegeta's body couldn't help but tremble slightly, and a storm of shock raged in his heart.
This guy Kakarot—his strength has increased again?
And he's currently only in his base form; he hasn't transformed at all!
He's already this strong in his base form. If he were to transform into Super Blue, or even use Ultra Instinct...
He truly is already capable of defeating Beerus!
Vegeta's heart was filled with a mix of complex emotions.
"What's going on? This kid..." Beerus rubbed his sore face. Aside from the shock, he wasn't truly angry.
After all, Son Goku becoming stronger was a good thing for Universe 7; at the very least, it could keep the universe from being erased.
Moreover, Broly was also in Universe 7. If these two were to fuse again and become Karoly...
He would probably be knocked unconscious once more. Just thinking about it gave him a headache.
"Not bad, Mr. Goku," Whis said with a gratified smile. "It seems you have mastered Ultra Instinct to its limit. Even in your base form, your body can react autonomously. This way, there's no need to worry about being ganged up on by several Gods of Destruction."
"I'm still far from enough," Son Goku shook his head, rubbing his chin with a troubled expression. "There are still many areas that need improvement."
Upon hearing this, everyone present fell into silence again, each looking at him with speechless expressions.
You can dodge a surprise attack from a God of Destruction and even land a counter-kick on Beerus, and you call that 'far from enough'?
Then wouldn't the rest of us not even be able to touch the edge of 'enough'?
"The me from the other world has already mastered his own Ultra Instinct," Son Goku mused, a hint of longing in his eyes. "But I haven't found my own path to Ultra Instinct yet."
"It's good that you have such an awareness," Whis nodded with satisfaction. "Only by not being satisfied with the status quo can you continuously break through your limits."
"So... even if several Gods of Destruction team up against Goku, he should be able to rely on Ultra Instinct to dodge their attacks, right?" Piccolo's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally eased a bit.
"There shouldn't be any problem," Whis nodded slightly, then changed the subject. "However, nothing is absolute. When the time comes, I hope Mr. Goku will pay more attention and not be careless."
"I know, I know. I'll be careful," Son Goku readily agreed, his face returning to its usual smile.
"Whis, if the Gods of Destruction from other universes were to team up, which universes do you think they would be?" Beerus turned to Whis, a hint of curiosity in his tone.
Beerus wanted to be prepared in advance to avoid being caught off guard.
"Oh my, Lord Beerus, you can't rely on me for everything," Whis giggled, deliberately being mysterious. "You should occasionally use your own brain and think about it yourself."
Beerus's face instantly darkened. He snorted coldly and stopped talking.
This Whis always undermined him at such critical moments.
"By the way, I feel like someone is missing. Is there someone who hasn't arrived yet?" Son Gohan scratched his head, looked around, and asked in confusion.
Hearing this, everyone began to count the number of participants.
After a while, everyone was stunned.
There were only nine participants present; one was indeed missing.
"It's Frieza," Piccolo was the first to realize, speaking with certainty.
"That guy isn't on Earth right now, is he?" Son Gohan furrowed his brow.
"I'll try to find him!" Son Goku immediately closed his eyes, released his perception, and began to search for Frieza's aura across the entire universe.
After a dozen seconds.
Son Goku suddenly opened his eyes, a smile appearing on his face. "Found him!"
Swish!
As soon as he finished speaking, Son Goku used Instant Transmission, and his figure instantly vanished from the spot.
In the next second, Son Goku appeared on a planet filled with a mechanical feel.
This was Frieza's base, Planet Frieza.
And Frieza was sitting on his throne, leisurely drinking red wine.
"Hi, Frieza! Long time no see!" Son Goku waved enthusiastically with a radiant smile.
Frieza: "..."
Looking at the suddenly appearing Son Goku, the wine glass in Frieza's hand nearly fell to the floor.
After a few seconds, Frieza finally reacted, grinding his teeth in anger. "Son Goku! Why are you here? You're not welcome; get lost immediately!"
"Don't be like that. I've come to find you for something important," Son Goku didn't care about his attitude at all. He walked to the throne and found a place to sit down on his own.
"I'm not listening! I'm not listening!" Frieza directly covered his ears and turned his head to the side, looking like he refused to communicate.
Son Goku: "..."
Looking at Frieza's childish behavior, Son Goku was momentarily speechless.
However, Son Goku didn't leave; he just stood there quietly, staring at Frieza.
Frieza covered his ears for a while, feeling his arms grow sore. Moreover, this posture looked like he was surrendering to Son Goku, which made him very uncomfortable.
"Curse you! What on earth is it? Say it quickly! And then get lost immediately!" Frieza finally couldn't take it anymore. He lowered his hands and glared at Son Goku angrily.
"It's about the Tournament of Power," Son Goku didn't beat around the bush. He told Frieza everything about the rules, the importance of the tournament, and the need for him to participate.
"Tournament of Power?" Frieza raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile curling on his lips. "With you and Broly around, does a competition like this even need me to participate? With the strength of you two, you could completely sweep the contestants from other universes, couldn't you? Why not just find someone to make up the numbers!"
"Eh? What you said seems to make a lot of sense!" Son Goku nodded thoughtfully and then stood up. "Alright then, I won't disturb you. I'll go find someone else to make up the numbers."
Swish!
After speaking, Son Goku used Instant Transmission again, his figure instantly vanishing as he returned to Earth.
Frieza: "..."
Frieza sat on his throne, completely petrified.
It took a long while for Frieza to snap out of it. Several veins popped on his forehead, and his face turned pale with rage.
Son Goku!
You bastard!
Are you playing me?
Can you not be so hateful!
Frieza hadn't expected Son Goku to be so decisive, leaving just like that. This left him feeling both angry and stifled.
Meanwhile, back on Earth.
"Dad, what about Frieza? Is he willing to come?" Son Gohan saw Son Goku return and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.
"Frieza said that our strength is already enough, and one more or one less of him won't make a difference. He told me to just find someone to make up the numbers," Son Goku explained with a smile. "I thought what he said was quite right, so I came back first."
Everyone present: "..."
Everyone looked at each other, seeing speechlessness in each other's eyes.
However, thinking about it carefully, although Frieza's words were unpleasant, they were indeed correct.
Among the contestants present, Bardock, Broly, Vegeta, and Son Gohan could each easily crush Jiren of Universe 11.
Son Goten, Trunks, and Piccolo were not weak either. Missing Frieza didn't seem to have much of an impact.
"If we really can't find anyone, let Krillin come and make up the numbers," Piccolo suggested.
To be continued…
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