Dragon Ball: Everyone's playing the reincarnation game, huh?

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Trunks was clearly in the lead just now.

Frost stood on the ring, a smug smile spreading across his face, his lips curling into an even wider grin, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes.

"Trunks has fallen out of the ring, Frost has won!" The referee immediately raised his flag and loudly announced the result of the match.

The people in Universe 7 were somewhat surprised and looked at each other in bewilderment.

The main reason is that Trunks had been dominating Frost, so who would have thought he would be eliminated so easily?

This reversal happened way too fast!

Only Vegeta seemed to know everything, standing by with his arms crossed, watching coldly with a mocking smile on his lips.

Let's not rush things, let this guy jump around for a while first.

"Vegeta, were you also eliminated by Trunks in your previous life?" Goku leaned closer to Vegeta and asked in a low voice, his tone full of curiosity.

“In his previous life, Trunks didn’t participate in the tournament,” Vegeta said calmly, his gaze still fixed on Frost.

"Huh? Trunks didn't participate?" Goku asked, surprised. "What about Goten? Did he not participate either?"

“Not bad.” Vegeta nodded, a playful smile playing on his lips. “In my previous life, you were the one who lost to Frost.”

"Huh? I lost to that guy? I must have been careless." Sun Wukong scratched his head, somewhat surprised.

How could I lose to a guy like that?

"You'll find out soon enough," Vegeta chuckled, but didn't offer an immediate explanation.

The good show is yet to come.

Seeing Trunks from Universe 7 eliminated, Champa finally breathed a sigh of relief, his tense face relaxed a bit, and he glanced at Beerus triumphantly.

We finally turned the tide.

Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing to let this little brat eliminate another one.

Champa nodded at Frost with satisfaction, offering him a small compliment.

"Trunks, hey, wake up, wake up!" Goten said anxiously, slapping Trunks hard across the face. The force wasn't great, but it was full of worry.

Trunks was jolted awake by the blows, his mind blank. He looked at Goten groggily, his eyes unfocused: "Um... what happened?"

"Great! Trunks, you're finally awake! Are you alright?" Goten exclaimed excitedly, grabbing Trunks' arm.

"Why does my face hurt so much?" Trunks rubbed his cheek, which felt burning hot.

"Trunks, you've forgotten? How did you lose to that guy?" Son Goten asked hurriedly, his face full of doubt.

"Yeah... I lost." Trunks finally realized what had happened, turning to look at Frost on the ring, his eyes filled with resentment.

"Little Trunks, your performance was indeed very good, but there's still a long way to go compared to me." Frost looked at Trunks with a fake smile, taking the opportunity to give him a lecture. "I hope you'll keep up the good work and train hard when you get back. You're still young, and you'll definitely surpass me in the future."

"Okay...okay." Trunks nodded, not yet fully realizing the other party's hypocrisy.

"Now, let's move on to the next match," the referee cleared his throat and announced loudly.

"Wait!" Vegeta suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable air of authority.

Everyone immediately focused their attention on Vegeta, curious about what he was going to do.

"Before my match, there's one more very important thing to take care of." Vegeta snorted, and with a flash, he appeared next to Frost, his speed so fast that no one could see his movements.

Frost was startled and instinctively clutched his chest, taking a step back as if Vegeta were about to do something bad to him, his eyes filled with vigilance.

"Snapped!"

Vegeta stretched out his hand and grabbed Frost's wrist with such force that Frost winced in pain.

"What...what are you doing?" Frost's voice trembled slightly as an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

"What? You'll find out soon enough!" Vegeta sneered, his eyes as cold as knives.

Frost's heart skipped a beat.

Has my hidden poison needle been discovered?

impossible!

How could he possibly have discovered this poisoned needle hidden in such a secret place?

I must be overthinking it!

I simply won't admit it.

Vegeta suddenly increased the pressure on Frost's arm, squeezing it hard.

"what……"

Frost let out a scream as the poisoned needle in his arm was suddenly forced out, gleaming coldly.

"Hmph, referee, come and take a look at what this is!" Vegeta beckoned to the referee.

The referee immediately walked quickly to the ring, bent down, and gently touched the poison needle with his finger.

"Paji!"

The referee suddenly felt dizzy and lost consciousness, collapsing to the ground foaming at the mouth.

However, the referee quickly got up from the ground, pale-faced, and looked at Frost with a serious expression and his eyes were full of anger.

"What?" Champa's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly stood up from his seat.

Did Frost win by cheating?

"You cheated!" the referee shouted, pointing at Frost, his voice trembling with anger.

"This isn't a weapon, it's part of my body," Frost said, making a final attempt to bluff his way out.

"No, there are obvious signs of artificial manipulation!" The referee shook his head, his tone firm.

"Damn it... you saw through me after all!" Frost stopped pretending and sneered, a ferocious expression on his face. "That man was your son, wasn't he? He's lucky he wasn't killed by me!"

"Oh? Is that so?" Vegeta chuckled lightly, but the killing intent in his eyes was so intense it was impossible to ignore.

"Frost has committed a foul and is disqualified. Therefore, the winner is Trunks!" the referee announced loudly, correcting the result.

"That despicable lizard! He actually won the game by cheating! How shameless!" Trunks was indignant, clenching his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

If I hadn't been poisoned, I definitely wouldn't have lost.

Frost, his face grim, strode down the steps of the ring, his eyes filled with venom.

"Champa, what kind of players did you find?" Beerus sneered, a smirk playing on his lips. "Winning a competition by cheating, don't you feel ashamed?"

Xiangpa: "..."

Champa's face darkened, feeling a burning sensation on his cheeks, and he glared at Frost, his eyes filled with rage.

When Frost saw Champa's eyes, his face changed color, and he immediately became alert, his body trembling slightly.

"You've made me lose face big time." Champa sneered, veins throbbing on his forehead, murderous intent flashing in his eyes, and a terrifying aura emanating from his body.

"Hmph, I just want to end this boring competition that doesn't even have any prize money as soon as possible." Frost snorted defiantly, not willing to back down.

"I'm going to destroy you!" Champa began to gather destructive energy in his hand, a purple energy ball spinning in his palm, radiating an aura of destruction.

"Wait a minute, let me take care of him," Vegeta immediately called out to Peppa, stopping him.

Champa paused for a moment, then turned to look at Vegeta with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

“Let him continue competing!” Vegeta suggested, a cold smile playing on his lips. “I’d feel terrible if I didn’t teach this shameless guy a lesson.”

"Hmph, whatever!" Champa said indifferently, dissipating the destructive energy in his hand.

“How could I let him off so easily if he dared to bully my son?” Vegeta sneered, his eyes fixed on Frost.

Frost: "..."

Frost swallowed hard, steeled himself, and stepped onto the ring, his eyes filled with fear, yet he forced himself to remain calm.

“Well… before the match, there’s one more thing…” The referee hesitated, looking at Vegeta, “Mr. Vegeta, Trunks is supposed to continue the match, what should he do?”

“Consider it a forfeit,” Vegeta replied, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Trunks: "..."

Trunks looked aggrieved. How could his father do this?

"Are you sure?" the referee asked, somewhat incredulous at his ears.

“Losing the match due to carelessness is obviously considered a forfeit.” Vegeta snorted and answered matter-of-factly, glancing at Trunks with a hint of instruction in his eyes.

"Alright then! It's decided then!" the referee announced loudly.

Trunks stood below the stage with a wronged expression, secretly grumbling to himself.

Dad, it wasn't my carelessness!

That guy was unethical and won the match by cheating!

"Trunks, remember this: never underestimate your opponent," Vegeta said to Trunks, his voice carrying clearly.

Trunks paused, looking at his father thoughtfully.

"When facing an opponent weaker than you, you must do your best to defeat them quickly!" Vegeta said, and suddenly a dazzling golden light burst forth from his body, golden flames soaring into the sky, directly activating his Super Saiyan transformation.

"Chila...chila..."

Golden arcs of electricity crackled and coiled around Vegeta's body, his aura far more powerful than Trunks' previous transformation, causing the entire arena to tremble slightly.

Vegeta activated his Super Saiyan 2 transformation, his hair stood up even more, and his eyes became even sharper.

"We need to use a transformation far superior to his, so that he has no ability to resist at all." Vegeta explained to Trunks with a smile, as if he were giving a live lecture.

Frost's face changed color, sensing that something was wrong, and his legs were trembling slightly.

This aura is truly terrifying.

"Wait a minute... this guy named Vegeta, is his transformation stronger than before?" Champa suddenly sensed something was wrong and quickly asked Vados beside him, his tone tinged with unease.

“Yes, yes, his transformation is at least 100 times stronger than his normal form.” Bardos gave a reasonable assessment, her sweet smile still on her face.

"You... what did you say? 100 times!?" Champa was stunned, his eyes wide open, his face full of disbelief.

"Oh my, that's really amazing." Bardos smiled slightly, her tone relaxed.

“But it doesn’t matter, we have Hit, don’t we?” Champa took a deep breath, trying to remain calm, and looked at Hit beside him.