Champa had been expecting good news, but finding out that the civilization on his universe's Earth was extinct crushed him. How was he supposed to get his hands on that food now?
In an instant, Champa's energy plummeted. It was clear the news had hit him like a physical blow.
"Hahahaha! Champa, what a shame! It looks like you're out of luck when it comes to gourmet food!"
Beerus looked at Champa with unrestrained glee, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
Suddenly, Champa's expression shifted as an idea took hold. "Hey, Beerus! Let's have a duel!"
Beerus blinked. "Are you serious? You've really lost your mind, haven't you, Champa?"
"Hmph! A martial arts match to settle it. If I win, Earth belongs to me!" Champa said slyly.
"Oh? You and me? Champa, I don't want to look down on you, but I could beat you with one hand tied behind my back!"
"Hmph! Do you think I'm stupid? This will be a team battle. We'll each find five fighters from our respective universes for a series of one-on-one matches. The side that defeats the most opponents wins."
"A five-man team tournament? It sounds interesting," Beerus said, his expression becoming serious. "But when it comes to Earth, I'm not the one who makes the decisions."
"What?!" Champa shouted. "You're the God of Destruction! How could you not be in charge of a tiny planet like Earth?"
Champa grew desperate. He was salivating at the thought of Earth's food, and he assumed Beerus was just making excuses to dodge the bet.
"I can't exactly let that comment slide," a voice interjected. "I'm the person in charge of Earth right now. You got a problem with that?"
Champa turned around, glaring at Turles with an unfriendly gaze. "Who do you think you are? Do you think you have a seat at this table?"
Turles narrowed his eyes. "Interesting. You've lived a long time, little fatty, but it seems you never learned manners."
Vados stepped in before things could escalate. "Lord Champa, this is the God of Destruction of Time—Lord Turles. Please refrain from being disrespectful."
Champa froze. The God of Destruction of Time? That position had been vacant for tens of millions of years. Where did this guy come from? Seeing Vados's serious expression, Champa immediately lost his bravado.
"Hmph. Fine, since you're the God of Destruction of Time, I won't hold it against you. But what if I bet my 'Wish Orbs'? I've spent decades collecting them, and they can grant any wish. How about that?"
Champa continued, "I've already collected six of them. If you win, the Wish Orbs are yours."
"Huh? Aren't those just Dragon Balls?" Goku interrupted, scratching his head.
"You know about the Dragon Balls?" Champa asked.
"Yeah, we have them on Earth. But don't they have limits?"
"You must be talking about the ones made by the Namekians," Champa scoffed. "Those aren't the real deal. The true ones are as big as planets. They should be called 'Wish Stars.' Those are the ones that can grant any wish! So, what do you say?"
Champa looked at Turles nervously. This was about his future meals; he couldn't afford to lose. After tasting Cup Ramen, he could never go back to Don-Don Bird Eggs.
Goku turned to Turles, his eyes shining. "Turles, please! Accept the match!"
Turles nodded thoughtfully. The miracle power of Super Shenron was a tempting prize, and since Champa had already done the hard work of gathering them, it was too good to pass up.
"Kakarot, are you sure? The fate of the Earth is on the line here."
"Don't worry! We won't lose."
Goku glanced at his rival. "And Vegeta, don't tell me you don't want to enter?"
"I... I want to," Vegeta muttered, gritting his teeth.
Turles shook his head at Goku's carefree attitude. This guy's confidence seemed to grow every day.
"Fine. Since that's the case, I accept!"
"Great! Let's discuss the details..."
Ultimately, the rules were set to match the World Martial Arts Tournament: victory by ring-out or surrender. Killing, weapons, and drugs were strictly prohibited. The event was scheduled to take place in five days on a Nameless Planet.
"Heh heh! I'm definitely winning this! Don't even think about running away!" Champa bragged as he departed, feeling as though he had already won.
"Hmph. You two," Beerus growled, looking at Goku and Vegeta. "Do not lose to Universe 6, do you understand? If you lose, I'll be the first one to destroy you!"
Turles's lips curled into a slight smile. "Relax, Beerus. Universe 6 can't win. I'm going to have Bulma participate as well. And have you forgotten about Gohan?"
"Bulma? Your wife? Is she strong?" Beerus asked, surprised. "Well, if Gohan is participating too, I feel a bit better."
Currently, Gohan was significantly stronger than Goku and Vegeta. No one who had seen his Beast Form would ever call him weak.
"Of course," Turles said. "Bulma has already stepped into the domain of the Gods of Destruction. I doubt Universe 6 can find a fighter of that caliber."
Beerus froze. Did I hear that right? The domain of a God of Destruction? Is this whole family full of freaks?
"Ahem. Well, in that case, I have nothing more to say."
Beerus turned to leave, but the slight upward curve of his lips suggested he was in a much better mood. A fighter at the level of a God of Destruction? That was at least the 6th Level of the God Realm. Crushing Universe 6 would be child's play.
However, when Beerus actually saw Bulma later, he was nearly startled out of his skin. This wasn't someone who had just entered the 6th Level; she was approaching the 8th. Moreover, she possessed a complete Godly State in the Divine Dimension, not just the raw strength of a "Power God." If she knew any Divine Techniques, few of the current Gods of Destruction could match her.
Then again, looking at her husband, was there any doubt she knew Divine Techniques? The techniques of a God of Destruction of Time were far more "broken" than those of a standard God of Destruction.
Five days passed in the blink of an eye.
The roster was set: Bulma, Son Gohan, Son Goku, Vegeta, and Piccolo. This was the strongest lineup Universe 7 could field outside of Turles himself.
Aboard Whis's spaceship...
"What?! You're saying the Super Dragon Balls are scattered across both Universe 6 and Universe 7?" Beerus shouted angrily. "That damn Champa! He dared to sneak into my universe and take my Dragon Balls? He's completely out of line!"
Beerus paused, a wicked grin forming. "However, it looks like he's just done the heavy lifting for us."
He shot a meaningful glance at Bulma. With his eyes, he could see exactly how powerful she had become. With Bulma on the team, the outcome was already decided. They were going to win.