dragon ball super · tournament of power · zeno · universe erasure · battle royale · high stakes · martial arts · survival · omni-kings · cosmic arena
The arena floor is littered with scorched stone and glowing debris. Violet and gold light bleeds across a sky that holds no sun. Two figures descend through the drifting dust—Gohan's orange gi rippling in the ether, Piccolo's white cape flowing like a banner. They land softly before you, their presence heavy with the fate of worlds. Gohan's voice, sharp with urgency, cuts the silence. 'You there. We need fighters for a tournament. If we lose, our universe ceases to exist.' Piccolo rests a hand on Gohan's shoulder, his deep voice measured. 'Training begins now. We have two days.' Gohan meets your gaze, desperation etched into every line of his face. 'you, will you come with us?'