Seven days elapsed with remarkable speed, and the Universe Tournament commenced precisely on schedule.
Beyond the five competitors selected for battle, numerous spectators had gathered at the Lookout, eager to witness this unprecedented interdimensional spectacle. This represented a cosmic event connecting two universes—nobody wanted to miss such historic confrontation.
The trained warriors appeared before the assembled crowd radiating focused energy, their auras restrained yet heavy with accumulated power. Physical appearances remained largely unchanged, but their fundamental temperaments had transformed noticeably.
Gohan's evolution proved especially striking. The moment he materialized, Piccolo reacted with visible shock and repeated amazement. Raditz immediately recognized the achievement—his nephew had gained the ability to freely access Super Saiyan transformation, advancing his cultivation to extraordinary new heights!
"Save your emotional reunions for later. We're departing now." Beerus interrupted the gathering discussions with characteristic impatience.
"Then let's proceed."
Raditz surveyed everyone present—his family, Goku's family, Bulma's household, fellow Saiyans, Earth's defenders including Master Roshi, Krillin, and Mr. Satan, even Supreme Kai Shin. Nearly everyone had arrived punctually for this momentous occasion.
Whis raised his staff with fluid grace, divine power manifesting as a large cube with transparent walls—appearing for all the world like an enormous glass box.
"Everyone inside, please. To reach the junction between our universes, we'll require this mode of transportation."
"Is this... stable?" Uncertainty colored multiple voices.
"It looks incredibly fragile! This can't actually be glass, right?" Trunks rapped his knuckles against the exterior wall, disbelief written across his young features.
"This is supposed to be transportation...?" Goten poked his head around, expressing equal doubt.
Suddenly, an imposing shadow fell across both children, enveloping them completely.
"GET IN!" Beerus delivered a not-so-gentle kick toward the youngsters. "Stop complaining! Everyone else hurry up, or stay behind!"
Witnessing Beerus' mounting impatience, the group hastily filed into the cube one by one. Whis chuckled with amusement, waving his staff to send the vessel plunging into a dimensional tunnel, commencing their journey through space-time.
The voyage stretched endlessly, boredom settling over passengers with oppressive weight.
"Lord Beerus, how long until we reach the junction between universes?" Goku's restless nature couldn't tolerate extended inactivity.
"Approximately two hours."
"Everyone could play games to pass the time!" Whis suggested cheerfully. "Didn't Mr. Goku mention wanting to teach me a particularly entertaining game? This seems the perfect opportunity."
Goku scratched his head sheepishly. "Actually, my brother taught me that one. I'm not very good at it yet."
The instant Beerus heard Goku lacked proficiency, his interest ignited immediately. This is the ideal opportunity to showcase a God of Destruction's omnipotent superiority! He leaned forward eagerly. "What game are we discussing?"
Goku adopted a mysteriously playful expression, glancing around at the assembled group before raising one finger dramatically. "Werewolf!"
"Excellent! Let's play immediately!" Beerus responded with instant enthusiasm.
"Absolutely not!" Raditz interjected with repeated warnings, genuine alarm in his voice.
Playing this particular game with Beerus is madness incarnate. He vividly remembered the previous session when Vegeta had nearly destroyed Earth in rage-fueled retaliation. This game possessed dangerous capacity for triggering emotional investment—especially for Beerus, whose volcanic temperament defied control. Once the God of Destruction became angry, the consequences would prove catastrophically terrifying.
This wasn't remotely a joke!
But Raditz's opposition only intensified Beerus' determination...
Two hours later, the Seventh Universe delegation arrived in the neutral void—and stood utterly stunned by the spectacle before them.
Suspended in absolute emptiness floated a colossal arena with spectator platforms positioned at opposite ends. Above this structure hovered Super Dragon Balls the size of entire planets, each radiating brilliant golden luminescence. Before the tournament's commencement, Whis and Vados had transported both universes' Dragon Ball sets here, symbolizing fairness and impartial judgment.
Massive portraits of Beerus and Champa adorned opposite sides of the arena. A host stood waiting in the ring's center, prepared to announce the proceedings.
Universe 7's delegation initially reacted with awe toward the planet-sized Dragon Balls and the void zone's surreal emptiness—but Champa and Vados expressed even greater shock. Their astonishment focused on Universe 7's battered condition.
Nappa and Tarble bore visible injuries, faces still marked with dried blood. Others displayed wounds of varying severity. Even Raditz and Goku showed unavoidable damage. Supreme Kai Shin cowered in a corner, trembling with residual trauma.
Champa assumed they'd encountered serious trouble en route—in reality, Beerus had simply erupted during the Werewolf game and violently attacked other players. This represented the minimal damage caused under Whis' restraining intervention and rational control.
Now everyone finally comprehended why Raditz had desperately tried to prevent the game. Playing recreational activities with a God of Destruction literally meant gambling with your life. Raditz had derived this wisdom from extensive painful experience playing games with Champa during his Universe 6 visits.
Fortunately, arrival at the tournament venue meant their nightmare had finally concluded.
"Beerus, your team looks half-dead before the tournament even begins! Hahahaha! Just surrender now!" Champa flew over with Vados, mockery dripping from every syllable.
"Hmph. Whis, heal them!" For the tournament's sake, Beerus grudgingly decided temporary mercy. "Champa, cease your babbling—where are your fighters?"
Champa laughed with exaggerated confidence directed squarely at his twin brother.
Universe 6's competitors already occupied their designated bench. Hit, Botamo, Caulifla, Cabba, and Magetta—aside from Botamo and the robot warrior Magetta, Raditz recognized the other three intimately.
They spotted Raditz and his entourage immediately. Supreme Kai Fuwa and his attendant Doren offered friendly waves from a distance. Cabba and Caulifla stood outright, waving enthusiastically and shouting greetings.
"Mr. Raditz!"
"Master Raditz!"
"Uncle Cabba!" Rukon immediately returned the call upon seeing his familiar mentor.
Champa—mid-aggressive posturing toward Beerus—suddenly heard his own fighters greeting the opposition. The embarrassment was palpable. He whirled around furiously, bellowing, "You three! Show some decorum!"
"Haha, seems your warriors maintain better relationships with us!" Beerus laughed as though he'd already claimed victory.
"Don't celebrate prematurely, Beerus!"
"Hmph. Say whatever comforts you—victory is assured."
The twin Gods of Destruction immediately resumed bickering the instant they met, an endless cycle of petty rivalry. Whis and Vados exchanged knowing smiles, smoothly interrupting their charges' noise to formally commence the tournament.
Goku and Vegeta's attention locked onto Hit.
Goku noticed instantly—this figure standing with hands casually pocketed radiated something profound. Cold, detached, yet possessing endless depth and charisma. In Universe 6, this warrior is the strongest.
True masters often recognized each other instinctively.
"Vegeta, that one..."
"Obviously. I can sense it—he feels fundamentally different from everyone else."
"Hehe, are you frightened already?" Frieza suddenly interjected with mocking glee.
"I'm afraid you're completely outmatched against him." Vegeta delivered his cold assessment before turning away dismissively. Frieza merely shrugged, smile never faltering.
The remaining spectators settled into their positions. Upon seeing Cabba and Caulifla's distinctive features, Earth's defenders immediately understood—they were also Saiyans. Tights, having learned extensively about Universe 6 from Raditz, began enthusiastically educating everyone with her encyclopedic knowledge.
Meanwhile, Raditz stood lost in strategic contemplation.
I can't send Goku and the Super Saiyan Blue warriors first—they'd steamroll through all five opponents in one continuous sweep, ending everything anticlimactically. Though this represented interdimensional competition, they still needed to maintain proper sportsmanship—friendship first, competition second. Universe 6 deserved a fair opportunity to showcase their strength.
So... we'll send our weakest competitor first. After all, even their "weakest" operated at Super Saiyan 3 levels—still formidable by any reasonable standard.