When Dragon Balls Descend Upon Marvel

Assassin Alliance Headquarters.

In the meeting room, Smith Dole reviewed the compiled wishes of the contestants. He couldn't help but smirk when he saw Black Panther T'Challa's.

"So, his wish is to end discrimination against his people. Interesting… he has no idea that those thugs waving the flag of racism are the very ones discriminating against others. Still, for Shenron this kind of wish is child's play."

Next came Baron Mordo's request: the elimination of extradimensional demons. That, Smith knew, was impossible—even Shenron couldn't stretch that far. But strengthening Earth's magical barriers or reinforcing the three Sanctums? Those were within reach.

Then Thor's wish. Smith actually chuckled. "Ah, he really loves his brother, doesn't he? He wants to resurrect Loki. Shame for him—Loki isn't dead. By now, he's probably already serving Thanos, scheming to conquer Earth and take the Tesseract."

Wenwu's desire to bring back his wife, Tony's longing for his parents, Thena's wish to cure her Mahd Wy'ry—none of these surprised him. All were perfectly feasible.

After finishing, Smith spoke.

"All wishes are acceptable. Shenron can handle them. For this tournament, however, I've decided to alter the rules. No more chaotic free-for-alls. This time, it'll be a one-on-one knockout. The last warrior standing is the champion."

He paused.

"Each ticket is a life. Winners claim their opponent's ticket. Losers are eliminated. The one who gathers all seven tickets becomes champion, and earns the right to summon Shenron."

A murmur ran through the room. Everyone understood: this meant no shortcuts, no lucky breaks. Even Tony Stark, already holding two tickets, would need to fight five more battles to win—not like last time, where two victories had been enough.

"Yes, Boss," the operatives answered. "We'll brief the contestants on the new rules."

Smith nodded, then turned to Eddie Brock, who had been summoned specially.

"Eddie, this time your role is the host. You'll get a full file on every fighter."

Eddie's eyes lit up. To host such a tournament, with every contestant a superhuman—it was more than he'd ever dreamed.

"Boss, I won't let you down."

Smith smiled.

"I'll serve as referee, to ensure no one dies. Healing pods and Lazarus baths will be available for treatment."

He waved his hand.

"Now go. Collect the fighters and their chosen spectators. Bring them to the island."

"Yes, Boss!"

The meeting ended. Planes lifted off from the Alliance's base, heading out to retrieve the contestants.

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In the Pacific, on the island chosen for the tournament—

The island had been under construction since the last games ended. A year later, it looked completely transformed.

Smith and Bulma walked to the arena where the previous final had been fought. The old stone ring had been rebuilt, larger and sturdier, now made entirely from gold-titanium alloy.

Smith nodded approvingly.

"Much better. If only adamantium wasn't so expensive, or vibranium so scarce—I'd have made it indestructible."

"And the setup?" he asked.

Bulma pointed around proudly.

"The audience area is equipped with holographic projection. Everyone will see every blow on the overhead display. Hummingbird drones capture fights at ten thousand frames per second, no detail lost. Superhuman viewers can simply watch with their eyes."

Smith gave a satisfied grunt. "Good. And the medical stations?"

Bulma gestured toward a white building.

"I built three simplified healing pods, modeled after the one you left in HQ. Not as powerful, but more than enough for the fighters."

Smith smiled faintly. Capsule Corporation had just produced another miracle—better than Helen Cho's Cradle in some ways.

"Excellent. They can fight without restraint now."

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At Ten Rings Headquarters—

Selene and Michael arrived by VTOL craft, its design a miniature cousin of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Helicarrier.

As they descended, Selene called out:

"Dragon Ball holder Xu Wenwu. The tournament is about to begin. We're here to take you to the arena. You may bring up to ten spectators."

Wenwu's eyes gleamed. At last—the chance to resurrect his wife was within reach. Behind him stood his chosen ten: his children, Shang-Chi and Xialing, plus eight of his most trusted warriors, including the Death Dealer.

"Come, all of you," Wenwu commanded. "With me—to bring her back!"

The Ten Rings warriors roared in unison:

"Revive her! Revive her! Revive her!"

Wenwu smiled grimly. This time, he would not fail. He would win, no matter what.

With that, he and his companions boarded the craft. It rose into the air and turned toward the Pacific island, toward the Second Dragon Ball Tournament.

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(End of Chapter)

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