The bright blue sky of Earth shimmered as Whis's staff glowed, gently setting Goku and Vegeta back on solid ground near Capsule Corp.
Whis hovered nearby, smiling. "I'll return in five days to pick you up for the tournament. Try not to cause any trouble in the meantime."
"Got it, Whis!" Goku waved as the angel disappeared into light.
Vegeta folded his arms. "Hmph. Typical. We're left to handle everything."
Goku laughed. "Come on, Vegeta. Let's go tell Piccolo about the tournament! Gohan's kinda out of shape lately anyway."
Vegeta grunted but followed as they both shot into the sky, heading toward Piccolo's training area.
Piccolo was meditating under a waterfall when they landed. Opening one eye, he asked calmly, "What is it now?"
Goku grinned. "There's gonna be this huge tournament! Universe Seven versus Universe Six!"
"Universe… what?" Piccolo raised a brow.
Vegeta crossed his arms. "Long story. Beerus's idiot brother started it. You in or not?"
Piccolo stood, his cape swaying with the breeze. "I'll step in."
Goku rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah. You'd be perfect, Piccolo! Alright, now we just need Bulma to find the last Super Dragon Ball!"
At Capsule Corporation, Bulma was busy tinkering with her tools when Goku and Vegeta landed with a loud thud.
"Bulmaaa!" Goku called out.
Bulma sighed, wiping grease off her cheek. "What now, Goku? You're lucky I'm in a good mood today."
Vegeta stepped forward. "We need you to build a new radar. Something that can find Dragon Balls… across the universe."
Bulma froze mid-step. "Across the universe?"
"Yup!" Goku grinned. "There's a new set of Dragon Balls called Super Dragon Balls. They're huuuge!"
Bulma blinked, then frowned. "And why exactly should I help you find something like that?"
Vegeta sighed. "Just make it. Beerus ordered us to."
Bulma rolled her eyes but started typing furiously. "Fine, fine. But you two owe me dinner. At least something fancy."
Within an hour, she had a massive radar on her desk.
"There! Longest range radar I've ever made," she said proudly.
Goku peered over her shoulder, scratching his head. "But… uh… I don't see anything blinking?"
Piccolo blinked. "Maybe its broken."
Bulma frowned, adjusting the settings. "Hmm. The universe is too vast. Even this radar can't show the exact position. We'd have to start near the center or jump from planet to planet manually."
"Can't you ask Whis to help?" Goku suggested.
Bulma gave him a sharp look. "No way. I don't trust what those gods will use the Super Dragon Balls for. Last thing I want is them wishing for something insane."
As she grumbled, she suddenly had an idea. "Wait a sec. Maybe Jaco could help."
She grabbed a sleek, circular device from the shelf — her intergalactic communicator — and pressed a button.
Fifty minutes later, a bright light flashed across the sky. Jaco's spaceship descended, and the Galactic Patrolman stormed out, shouting, "Bulma! Don't call me for every little thing! I'm a super elite patrolman! I'm busy keeping peace in the galaxy!"
Bulma crossed her arms. "Yeah, yeah, calm down. I just need to know something."
Jaco blinked. "...What now?"
Bulma leaned closer. "Where's the center of the universe?"
Jaco looked at her like she'd grown a second head. "The center? Are you kidding me!? The universe has billions of galaxies! Nobody knows where the center is!"
Bulma sighed. "So nobody knows anything, huh?"
Jaco tapped his chin. "Well… maybe Lord Zuno does."
"Lord who?" Goku asked.
"Lord Zuno," Jaco said dramatically, hands on hips. "He's a mysterious figure who knows everything in the universe — from cosmic secrets to the exact pattern of a woman's panties without ever seeing them."
Bulma's eye twitched. "That's… creepy."
"So, can he help us find the Super Dragon Ball?" she asked.
"I don't even know what those are," Jaco admitted, "but Lord Zuno probably does!"
"Perfect," Bulma said. "You're taking us to him."
"Wait! My ship only has room for one passenger!"
"Then I'll be going," Bulma declared.
Vegeta stepped forward, glaring. "Jaco, if you try anything weird with my Bulma—"
"Relax!" Jaco shouted, panicking. "I'm a professional!"
Bulma smirked. "Don't worry. He's too scared of you anyway."
As the ship's hatch closed, Goku waved. "Good luck, Bulma! Don't forget to bring back snacks!"
From the ground, Goku, Vegeta, and Piccolo watched the spaceship vanish into the sky.
Goku stretched his arms. "Man, both our wives are strong, huh?"
Vegeta smirked. "Guess so. But I don't mind."
Goku chuckled. "Yeah, I like that about Chi-Chi too."
Vegeta's expression softened slightly. "It's in our blood. Saiyan women were strong."
Piccolo, overhearing, blinked in surprise. "So that's what happened…" he muttered. "I finally understand."
Meanwhile, deep in space, Jaco's ship cruised toward Zuno's location.
"Welcome to Lord Zuno's world," Jaco said proudly.
They landed before a grand temple, after entering they spotted Zuno who had an over-sized head with a traditional Japanese chonmage hairstyle, beside him his attendants stood guard. One of them stepped forward. "If you seek answers from Lord Zuno, please present an offering."
"Easy," Jaco said, strutting forward. "Watch and learn, Bulma."
He walked up to Zuno and smooched his cheek. "There."
Zuno opened his eyes. "You may ask one question."
"Great! Tell me the size of Bulma's breasts," Jaco blurted.
"They are 83.4 centimeters and were once 87.2 centimeters," Zuno said calmly. "They have shrunk and grown pendulous with age."
Bulma's jaw dropped. "WHAT!?"
Jaco snickered nervously. "Heh, see? Works every time."
Bulma marched up, cheeks red, and kissed Zuno's cheek too. "Fine! I'll do it myself."
Zuno nodded. "You may ask three questions."
"Wait, three? That's only two more than Jaco!"
"Correct you are middle aged and not my type," Zuno said, marking one question used.
Bulma groaned. "Ugh! Okay fine, tell me about the Super Dragon Balls."
Zuno's eyes glowed as he recited: "The Super Dragon Balls were created by the Dragon God Zalama in year 41 of the Divine Calendar. They exist only in Universes Six and Seven. Each measures 37,196.2204 kilometers in radius. When all seven are gathered, anyone may summon the God of Dragons by speaking in the language of gods: 'Come forth the god of dragons, Gimme what I want!' Afterward, the orbs scatter again."
Bulma's jaw dropped. "Wait, they're shared between both universes?"
"Correct." Zuno answered. "Your questions are finished."
Bulma groaned. "Are you serious!?"
As they left, she pointed at Jaco. "This is all your fault! You wasted your question."
"Hey, you wasted two of yours too!" Jaco snapped back.
"Well, at least now we know how big they are!" he added teasingly — earning him a punch thrown at his head.
"OW! Fine! I'll take you home!"
Jaco piloted the ship back toward Earth. Halfway through the flight, he asked nervously, "So, uh… can I come to the tournament? Sounds fun."
Bulma sighed. "Family and friends are allowed, so sure. Just don't embarrass me."
Back at Capsule Corp, Jaco dropped Bulma off and blasted away to prepare. As Bulma stepped out, she noticed Razor doing push-ups in her garden — each one cracking the ground beneath him.
"Oh, Razor! What are you doing here?"
Razor looked up, sweat glistening. "I came to ask about the gravity chamber you promised."
Bulma blinked, then snapped her fingers. "Oh right! Follow me."
She led him to a large silver dome behind the lab. "There it is — your gravity chamber. I already set it up with basic controls. Start slow, okay?"
Razor smirked. "Thanks. I plan to train until I can't move."
Bulma crossed her arms. "Good. Everyone better get stronger. Who knows what kind of monsters you'll face."
Razor nodded but said nothing. He thought she was talking about future threats.
He carried the chamber near his home, placed it on the ground, and stepped inside.
The room shimmered red as the gravity field activated — 500 times Earth's gravity.
Razor's body trembled, but a grin spread across his face. "Perfect."
His weighted clothes demanded ki control and under the crushing force of gravity their weight as well as maintaining ki control became a little difficult but he began training — punches, kicks, and bursts of energy echoing inside the chamber.
Meanwhile, Goku and Vegeta entered the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
"Three days," Vegeta muttered. "We'll make every second count."
Goku grinned, clenching his fists. "You bet! Let's see who comes out stronger this time!"
As the door closed behind them, the chamber filled with white emptiness — the place where time itself bent to.
Their shouts soon echoed across dimensions, two warriors preparing for a tournament that would decide the fate of their Earth.