>>5971055“Next time? Wait, maybe after all this is over, you all can come to Planet Sadala?” the young man asks, a hopeful look in his eye. “I would like to learn this power, this “Super Saiyan God” might she wielded as well. With power like that, I would be able to help a lot of people.”
“I think that could be arranged.” you say, giving him a small nod before turning. Flying up off the arena, you take your wife over to where the rest of your family are, laying her on the grass instead of the tile floor of the competitors' waiting platforms.
“Be careful, Daddy. Hit's dangerous.” Future Chaya tells you, her expression serious. “He's not a fighter, he's an assassin. The most dangerous assassin in Universe 6, perhaps in ANY universe.”
“Don't worry, I won't lose.” you tell her, giving your unconscious wife a kiss on the forehead before lowering a hand to her, ready to give her your energy. But before you can Chaya steps in, pulling your hand away.
“Wait Dad, your energy's anti-divine, remember?” she says, sounding a bit nervous. “Please, let me. My ki's more like hers, and will help her more.”
“Please do.” you tell her, Chaya nodding then clenching her fists, ascending into her semi-divine state. But, surprisingly she doesn't stop there, veins bulging in her forehead and down her neck, all the way to her hands as she focuses her energy. To your surprise her ki almost entirely vanishes as her hair starts turning blue! She doesn't fully ascend to Super Saiyan Blue like her mother, but you can clearly tell she's at least partially there. And as she kneels down, laying a hand over her mother's heart and starts channeling her power, no one looks more surprised than Whis and Beerus.
“Whis. Doesn't her power feel awfully similar to what Meloka just did?” Beerus asks, the angel nodding out of the corner of your eye.
“Yes. It would seem that their powers converge at that point, more or less.” Whis replies. “Perhaps we underestimated her potential.”
“Go on Dad, I've got her.” your eldest says to you. “Go kick his ass.”
“Right.” you answer, ruffling her hair before standing, turning back to the arena and leaping down. Your children and allies' calls and cheers follow you as you fly back down to the arena, it once again magically repaired to perfect condition between matches.
“And now, for the last but certainly not least for the Sixth Universe! Contestant Hit!” he shouts, the purple alien wearing the long coat finally rising up to his feet, walking towards the edge of Champa's platform.
“That's the one! Take him down Hit!” Champa calls, a note of desperation in his voice. “Don't let him beat you, no matter what!”
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