~*****~

"Ladies and gentlemen! Thank you for your incredible patience! The sixth and seventh universe's invitational-- the tournament of Destroyers will now begin! So hold onto your hats and get ready for the show! Now, the singing of the joint universal anthem!" The commentator shouted once Champa had rung the gong.

"Universal anthem?" I murmur.

"This should be good." Oolong snorted.

I peered down at the ring. "Oh, it's a little penguin!" I mention happily.

"It's a big universe~ And there's two!" The penguin sings in a monotonous voice.

We wait for the next verse, but nothing happens. "That was beautiful, thank you!" The commentator sniffles. We all groan in annoyance. "And now the first match will begin! Let's see who we've got!" He cheers and gestures wildly to the large screen. "From the sixth universe, Contestant Botamo!"

"He's a big teddy bear!" Elara cooed in delight.

"Mommy, is he squishy?" Eschalot wondered.

I grimaced and palmed at my face. "How would I know? I'm sitting up here?"

"And representing Universe Number Seven; Contestant Goku!" The commentator cheered. We all perked up and began to cheer for Goku. With another crack of the gong, the commentator cheered, "You may begin!" My brows dip and furrow in curiosity as the large, seemingly heavy weighted warrior bounces around the ring as if he weighed next to nothing.

"Turn around, Goku! He's right behind you!" Krillen shouts as Goku nearly gets shunted out of the ring.

"Hey! Why didn't you attack me? I was wide open!" Goku complained to the large Botamo. I slapped my palm onto my forehead.

"He's always too damn polite," I complain. Botamo just angles his hand up and starts beckoning Goku to advance.

"And Botamo is just egging him on!" The announcer chirps. "A cocky start from the Sixth Universe! Meanwhile, Goku's style can best be compared to a scared little child! Why is the Seventh Universe so slow out of the gates?"

"Man, oh, man! Lord Champa told me you were weak, but you're even worse than I imagined!" Botamo mentioned. "If you're not going to try to give me a fight, you might as well just tap out now so I can get started on my nap."

"Hey! Don't embarrass me!" Beerus barked.

"I ate way too much barbecue at lunch," Goku comments.

"That's his issue?" I murmur in embarrassment. Goku starts squatting to work off some of the food Chi-Chi and I cooked on the way to the tournament.

"Hold on, pal. Just trying to digest lunch here so I can get in the swing of things." Goku chirps happily.

"The slow moving Goku has admitted he overate before the match!" The announcer exclaimed. "We gotta remember not to serve free food when Goku's around!"

I just let out a sigh as the others laugh in amusement. "I don't got all day, so here's a little something to soothe your tum-tum." Botamo chuckles.

He spits out a green bolt of energy and Goku leaps out of the way, rubbing his stomach with a delighted hum. "Hey, dodging that actually loosened things up! Keep those power loogies coming, pal! They really help!"

"Loogies--" Eschalot chirps in amusement.

"That's disgusting--" I murmur as Goku runs around the ring, avoiding the... loogies from Botamo's mouth.

"He's back!" Krillen chants.

I perk up as Goku finally goes on the offence. He leaps over Botamo and fires a Kamehameha at his back. The smoke clears and there's barely a scratch on Botamo, save for the patch of burned fabric on his shirt. Botamo just chuckles and waves his hand. Goku once again goes on the offensive, hitting Botamo in the stomach several times, but nothing seems to penetrate his thick hide.

"Wow, I can't believe that golden space bear's able to withstand everyone of Goku's attacks and still be on his feet!" Chi-Chi exclaimed.

"He's absorbing it somehow," Bulma hums.

"Must be all the fat." I mention. "All that force and he hasn't moved an inch?"

"He's not absorbing the blows with his fat; he's dispersing their energy to an alternate dimension." Jaco counters haughtily.

"Just the other day, you had no idea that ice cream can be non-dairy. You're telling me you're suddenly full of wisdom about this guy?" I ask irritably.

"Uh, yeah, sure." Jaco retorted.

"Remind me to have my husband kick your butt later," I snap.

"HEY! Stay on the attack and don't let up!" Beerus shouted.

"I'm doing what I can!" Goku complained. He continued trying to hit him with more force, but nothing seemed to be working. "But nothing's working so far! How am I supposed to beat this guy?"

"Well, figure something out!" Beerus snapped.

"Kakarot! Stop punching and use your darn head!" Vegeta roars.

I palm my face delicately as Goku grins and immediately slams his head forward, pushing his face into the squishy belly of Botamo. "I'm pretty sure that's not what your teammate wanted when he told you to use your head." Botamo chuckles. Goku kneels down quickly and wraps his arms around Botamo's leg.

"I'll try this! Up you go!" Goku chirps. He manages to topple Botamo onto his back. "Since my punches don't hurt you, maybe this'll work." He turns around and grasps Botamo's legs and starts dragging him around. "You got too much on your body protecting you, but I think I got a better idea."

"Not fair; you're fighting dirty!" Botamo exclaimed. "Hey, let go of me!" Botamo starts spitting out more energy loogies, trying to get Goku to release him. Goku releases Botamo at the edge and Botamo makes the mistake of trying to physically attack Goku. Reaching upwards, Goku latches his arms around Botamo's and throws him overhead.

"Atta boy, Goku!" I cheered loudly as Botamo hits the ground outside of the ring.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, that's a ring-out victory!" The announcer cheers. "Contestant Goku of the Seventh Universe is moving on!"

"All right, dad!" Goten cheers.

"Nice job winning with that ring-out, honey!" Chi-Chi chimes.

"It's a good thing this is just a tournament, if that was a real fight, I could've been toast." Goku mentions.

"Cheater!" Champa roars from his pedestal. "This just proves that back on Beerus' world, you were pretending to be weaker than you really are!"

"What are you talking about? I wasn't pretending. When you saw me, I was wearing a heavy training suit Whis gave me that slowed me down, but that wasn't a trick." Goku complains.

"And then today you can do that energy blast from your hand? I didn't agree to using projectile attacks!" Champa shouts.

"Range attacks aren't weapons if they come from the fighter's body. They're technically a physical ability. Your man Botamo used one as well." The announcer explained.

"Well, I say his win doesn't count! The only fair thing to do now is to re-fight this match!" Champa shouts.

"You're a sore loser!" Beerus barks.

"Lord Beerus is right!" Bulma shouted.

"Yeah! You're just jealous our side got a point!" I shout.

"Yeah, he won! Get over it!" Krillen agrees.

"You sound like a toddler who lost a game of marbles on the playground! I didn't know little crybabies could be Destroyers!" Supreme Kai taunted.

Everyone on our sitting around began booing loudly, jutting our thumbs down in disapproval. Champa knelt down and threw himself backwards, waving his arms and legs around. "I hate losing!" He bellows. "I hate it! I hate it!" He keeps repeating the horrible whining.

"With Botamo eliminated, Goku moves on to his next opponent: Contestant Frost!" The announcer cheers.

"To think there would be others from whatever race Frieza came from..." I murmur delicately. Bulma rubs at my shoulder affectionately as I grasp onto my wrist tightly.

"So over in the Sixth Universe, this guy must be their Frieza!" Goku chirps excitedly.

Frost says nothing in response. "Man, we just finished getting rid of our own Frieza!" Krillen complains.

"How many times do we have to face this dude before he disappears?" I ask sullenly.

Frost raises his hand finally. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Whoa! You sound almost exactly like Frieza!" Goku exclaims.

Frost approaches Goku quickly, peering up at him. "Your performance was exemplary." He extends his hand again. "Before we commence, I want you to know I consider it an honor to match up with a warrior with such aptitude. Let's have a good, fair fight."

"Nice... to meet you too?" Goku stammers as he shakes Frost's hand. I feel my body tense as Frost approaches our island.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of the Seventh Universe! It is a shame we must gather here today, divided, with an us versus them mentality. But thankfully, this is but a tournament. I believe that no matter who wins, at day's end, we'll all be able to shake hands and say, that, sir, was a fair game, well fought. So, sit back and enjoy the contest between me and your champion, Goku. I thank you for lending me your ears." Frost hums before bowing lowly.

"How come their universe got a polite Frieza and we got a murderous jerk?" Bulma asks.

"No kidding, I think my mother would be rolling in her grave if she knew about this guy," I mentioned bitterly.

"Man, I never imagined a good-guy Frieza was even possible," Goku hums. "This is definitely throwing me for a loop."

With the ringing of the gong, the announcer piped up. "Match two! You may begin!"

~*****~

Frost was a fast fighter, that was for certain. Even in his original form, he was quick. With his so-called Final Form-- which was a load of hooey, even someone like me could see that, but I still couldn't understand why Goku wouldn't transform too. And it turns out that Frost was a humanitarian in the Sixth Universe who dedicated his life to ending wars and finding homes for children who were orphaned in the war. The others thought it was kinda hard to not root for the guy, but the trauma made it easier for myself.

Goku finally calls out Frost for not showing his full power, reminding him that he was doing the same by transforming into a Super Saiyan. "Are you ready Sixth Universe! You're about to meet a Super Saiyan! From here on out, neither of us holds back, Frost!" Goku snaps. "Let's both agree that from now on, we will use our full power! Now you give me your final form like I asked you to!"

"Goodness, Chi-Chi, when your husband gets riled up like this, it's kinda hard not to stare," I mention into Chi-Chi's ear.

"No kidding," Chi-Chi agrees. "Forget I said anything about trading mates for now. I think I can deal with his nonsense if he sounds like that."

Bulma giggles as the two of us stare intently at Goku. "It's like watching an episode of Desperate Housewives," Krillen mentions irritably.

"I don't think you've ever seen an episode if that's what you think," Bulma mentions.

"He hasn't." Eighteen remarks. Krillen sulks as we all chuckle and turn our attention back onto the fight.

A wild energy blasts from Frost's body as he takes on his final form, something akin to Frieza's look, but even if he gave me the heebie-jeebies, I thought the look of his final form was more aesthetically pleasing. "Controlling my power in this final form is exceedingly difficult. It is best used only to destroy. As such, there has been but one time I have been forced to use it against an adversary. After what happened in that fateful duel, I've kept it locked away ever since. But you, Goku... I believe that in you I have met someone able to match its full destructive fury."

"Good! Don't hold back; I can take it!" Goku exclaims.

Frost just smiles. "I have truly enjoyed meeting you, warrior. All right!" The fight continues, but even in his final form, he's no match for Goku in his Super Saiyan form.

As Frost lay on the ground after a few blows from Goku, the energy surrounding Goku suddenly disappeared. "I take it that's the limit of your final form's power." Goku hums. "Since you seem like an honorable guy, Frost, I don't want to hurt you any more than I have to. Tap out and let your teammates take it from here."

"I appreciate your concern for my health, but I'll never give in to you or anyone else from your Universe's team. I'm fighting for a cause. It's imperative I win this match, and then the tournament! So I can continue to forge peace by securing Lord Champa's support!" Forst exclaims as he stands up. Frost attacks again but is quickly overwhelmed.

"I can't watch this anymore," Chi-Chi murmurs.

"C'mon! It's not ever yet, Frost!" Bulma shouts.

"Okay, didn't she just say to cheer for Goku?" Krillen asks me.

"She sure changed her tune, didn't she?" I murmur in response.

Frost throws a slug that causes a strange look to coast over Goku's face for a brief moment before he starts swaying in the ring. He stumbles a few feet, giving Frost the opportunity to kick him out of the ring. He lands in a heap, unconscious.

~*****~

"I don't understand why I have to be up here, Beerus, you're perfectly capable of scaring the pants off of stupid idiot." I mention irritably.

"Come on, don't be mean, Mara!" Goku complained as he sat besides me, head hung low as I continuously tapped my foot against the table in front of me.

"I want you up here to flaunt my Universe's wealth now that Champa has a win over me." Beerus commented bitterly.

"W-Wealth?" I retort haughtily.

"Don't be too testy, Mara!" Vegeta hissed quickly as he grasped my arm tightly.

"No, I wanna hear this!" I snap back at him. "What the hell do you mean, wealth?!"

"Universe Six has no Empathian's whatsoever, and being such a rare species between every universe, I find it oh so satisfying to let Champa know I have a different sort of win on him." Beerus commented smugly, his nail prodding at his tooth.

"I'M NOT SOME TROPHY TO PUT ON DISPLAY! I OUTTA KICK THE CRAP OUT OF YOU!" I bellow, raising my palm up high and cracking it across the back of Goku's head.

"Why'd you hit me?!" Goku cried, rubbing at his head.

"You think I'm gonna start a whole ass fight with a destroyer god in the middle of a tournament?" I mention irritably. "Maybe a few more cracks will loosen your brain up to think!" I snap. I pinch his ear, and something feels off. My skin tingles lightly at the energy underneath my fingers. I ignore Goku's whining and dig deeper.

"Moving on now!" The announcer shouts, bringing my attention back to the ring. Goku heaves a sigh of relief when I release his ear. "The next contestant from the Seventh Universe to face off against Frost will be... Piccolo!"

I feel a palm on my shoulder. "Watch carefully, now," Whis reminds me. I give a subtle nod and lean forward on my seat, head propped onto my fist.

"Do I have any hope of winning this?" Piccolo questions as he turns his gaze onto Goku.

Goku hums in thought for a moment. "Probably not!"

"Wow, that's harsh. Way to soften the blow," Piccolo snorts. "So do you think I should forfeit?"

"Nah, I mean, Vegeta's gonna have to fight him next, so if you can manage to wear Frost down, even a little bit, that'll be a big help down the line." Goku retorts.

"So that's all I'm good for around here, huh?" Piccolo mentions.

"Way to encourage your friend, Goku," I retort bitterly. Goku flinches and scratches at his cheek in embarrassment.

Piccolo joins Frost on the ring and removes his weighted clothing. "The fight will commence momentarily!" The announcer groaned as he toppled under the weight of it.

With the ringing of the gong, the next match begins. "Begin!" The announcer cries.

"Since you've had the benefit of seeing every trick up my sleeve, all I have left now is my resolve. That should be more than enough to stop you!" Frost exclaims before launching forward.

Piccolo is up in the air, fingers pointed at his forehead. "I know what's comin'!" Goku chirped. "It's his Special Beam Cannon! This'll be awesome!"

Vegeta chuffed irritably. "To me, it seems like a desperate effort from a fighter who knows he's too weak to win."

"Can you be any more supportive?" I ask angrily. "Honestly, you guys are the worst with cheering on your teammates."

"It looks like you're preparing to unleash some kind of spectacular technique. But it takes time, doesn't it? Requiring you to focus and build a tremendous amount of energy before you use it." Frost chirps in amusement.

"Yeah, he does have a point," Goku hums.

"Yes, an obvious flaw," Vegeta nods.

I slap my palms onto my knees and stand up. "Insufferable, the both of you." I snap. I trail to the edge of the platform to peer closer at the battle.

Frost fires off energy blasts at Piccolo to try and get him to lose focus, but Piccolo stays strong and agile, even when preparing such a powerful attack. "That's it! Don't stop now!" I cheer.

An energy beam fires off from Piccolo's antennae in the midst of his concentration. "Yes! I haven't seen that in a while!" Goku beams.

Vegeta scoffs again. "Those feeble moves won't do much against a foe like Frost."

They continue at it for a while longer. "Your concentration is impressive," Frost compliments as Piccolo lands back in the ring, leg angled up to relieve the pain from his wound. "However, with that wound, you won't be dodging much anymore." Piccolo's body spreads around him, covering the ring with several duplicates.

"Hey! These matches are supposed to be one-on-one, not one-on-thirty! Hey, ref! Yellow card him!" Champa roars. "Or better yet, you should make it red! Disqualify him now!"

"That tactic is permitted." The announcer calls. "There are no rules against it!"

"A lowly mortal referee does not contradict a Destroyer!" Champa growled. "How dare you!"

"QUIT SCREAMING! SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO WATCH THE MATCH, YOU WINDBAG!" I bellow. Beerus lets out a low chuckle at my outburst.

Frost starts destroying the duplicates one by one before he uses a wide energy blast, destroying all of the duplicates at once and charging Piccolo. "He's too close! Get some space!" Goku called.

Frost gets the advantage when Piccolo steps too hard on his injured leg and fumbles. With a savage blow to the chest and leg, Frost sent Piccolo skidding backwards, his Special Beam cannon dissipated. "Looks like I win," Frost chuckles.

"Oh really?" Piccolo retorts, arm extended and wrapped around Frost's body.

"What is this?" Frost groans as he struggles against the hold Piccolo has on him.

"You played right into my hands, Frost," Piccolo hummed, fingers resuming their position on his forehead, the Special Beam cannon shinning against them. "Two things are gonna happen. I hold you in place as I charge myself up. And then.... Special Beam Cannon."

"I was paying close attention to that energy you were focusing," Frost grits. "When I saw it slip out of your fingers, I thought you'd lost all chance at victory."

"And so, you let your guard down, didn't you?" Piccolo countered.

"Are you saying--- getting shot in the leg was all part of your plan to lower my defenses?" Frost gasps. Piccolo grunts in response. "Well, you got me good. Guess you literally had this trick up your sleeve. I can't possibly see any way for me to dodge your finishing attack now."

"May not look like much, but in the Seventh Universe, I pass for resourceful. In the end, underestimating me will prove to be your biggest mistake." Piccolo hums. My brows quirk up as Frosts right arm slides up his body and into Piccolo's hold. "You ready? Special Beam--" He stops with a grunt, his eyes suddenly glazing over.

"Now's my chance!" Frost exclaims as Piccolo's limbs weaken.

"Damn it!" Piccolo growled, aiming the beam at Frost at a last-ditch effort to win, but his reaction time is practically nothing.

"Piccolo!" Goku shouts as Frost appears directly in front of him.

"If I had taken that blast, I would have lost for sure. You put up a good fight, though," Frost jeers. With hard blow to the sternum, Piccolo flies backwards and onto the ground.

The announcer runs forward. "He can't continue, but he is alive!" He chirps as he presses his fingers against Piccolo's neck. "And Frost is the winner!"

"Aw man!" Goku complained.

"He lost?!" Beerus snapped.

I tilt my head and stare down at Frost. "Hey, ref!" I shout out as I lean over the edge of the platform. "You've got a cheater in the ring!"

The announcer rushes forward. "In what way?" He asks.

"Check his right arm. There's bound to be a prohibited weapon hidden there." I declare.

"Weapon?" The announcer echoes.

"Just check it out if you don't believe me! Do it! Prove me wrong!" I shout.

"Hold your tongue! Baseless accusations are beyond the pale!" Champa shouts back.

"That's right! I know Mr. Frost well!" The Saiyan from the other team exclaims. "I fought alongside him on Planet Mayonnai and can attest to his character! He's a hero who risked his life to rescue its citizens from marauding space pirates! He would never cheat!"

"They're right. Frost doesn't seem like the kinda guy who'd fight dirty." Goku tries to reassure me.

"Are you doubting my wife?" Vegeta snapped irritably. "If she says he's a cheat, then he's a cheat! Referee! Search his damn body!"

"Uh, okay..." The announcer chirps nervously.

"What sour grapes! Besmirching this man's good name just because you lost! But all right." Champa relented. "Just know, if they find nothing on him, I will personally destroy you."

"Try it and there won't be an ounce of sympathy left for you, Champa," Beerus retorts in a deathly calm tone. "Now search him."

"Frisk him all ready!" I shout, ignoring the threat against my life. We all stare in anticipation as the referee searches over Frost's right arm. 

He touches a small part of his arm and starts swaying. "The world, it's-- it's spinning--" The announcer whines. He falls backwards in a heap, unconscious.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!" Champa roared.

"I assure you this is not a weapon!" Frost exclaims as he raises his arm. "It's part of my body!"

"No. No way. There are some clear signs of trickery at play here," The announcer slurs as he gets back to his feet.  "For violating the rules of the tournament, Frost is disqualified! Which means the winner is... Piccolo!"

My arms cross of my chest and I can't help but feel that smug sense of satisfaction starting to mold my face into something haughty. "Are you kidding me here?!" Champa roared.

"I don't get it? Why would somebody as honorable as him ever do something that's so underhanded?" The Saiyan from Universe Six asks loudly.

"Because he's not as innocent as he seems," I retort blandly. "I wouldn't put it past him to be just like Frieza. Now, if you don't mind the trophy going back to sit with her kids, I'd love to do that." I mention to Beerus in an irritably tone.

He waves his hand as if I'm a servant and sends me on my way. My teeth grind loudly for a moment before I stomp off.