"Who are you?" Frieza asked, narrowing his eyes, his expression a mix of caution and suspicion.
The figure before him smiled coldly. "My name is Galion. I am the angel of Universe 13."
Frieza scoffed. "Universe 13? Don't be ridiculous. There are only twelve universes."
Galion's smirk deepened. "There were originally eighteen universes, but The Grand Zeno erased six of them long ago."
Intrigued, Frieza leaned forward in his seat. "And what brings an angel like you to my humble domain?"
"There's a great war on the horizon," Galion explained. "I want you to join our side."
"A war?"
"Yes," Galion said, his tone growing darker. "Do you know why there are only twelve universes left?"
"Because of The Grand Zeno?" Frieza guessed.
"Precisely. Zeno's tyranny is the reason. And now, we seek to challenge his rule."
Frieza's eyes narrowed further. "You want me to fight against Zeno? Bold, but even someone as powerful as myself knows that defying Zeno is madness."
"You misunderstand," Galion said. "You're not strong enough to face Zeno directly, nor do we need you to. Your role is to eliminate the mortals who dare to resist us when the time comes."
Frieza's brow furrowed. "Why involve mortals at all? If this is a war between gods, wouldn't the victor simply rule over everything?"
Galion's expression grew serious. "The gods may fight for dominance, but ruling the universe requires order among mortals. They are the foundation of existence."
"I still don't see why I should involve myself," Frieza said dismissively.
"You have two choices," Galion said coldly. "Align with us—or die."
Frieza's fingers twitched, his annoyance evident. He wasn't accustomed to being the one threatened. Still, the thought of an angel's overwhelming power forced him to temper his pride.
"I'll join your side," Frieza said reluctantly.
"Good," Galion replied. "In three years, the war will begin. Your task will be simple—eliminate any mortals who oppose us. If we succeed, the seventh universe will be yours to rule."
Frieza's eyes lit up. "Mine to rule?"
"Yes," Galion confirmed. "Additionally, I can assist in reviving your father and the others."
Frieza waved his hand dismissively. "No need. I'll find a way to handle that myself."
Galion shrugged indifferently before turning to leave. "Very well. I'll return in three years."
As the angel vanished, Frieza crushed the wine glass in his hand, his lips curling into a sinister smile. "One day," he muttered, "I, Frieza, will rise above even the gods themselves."
Hell
After leaving Frieza's spaceship, Galion descended into the depths of Earth's Hell, where he encountered Cell.
"Who are you?" Cell asked, his piercing gaze fixed on the imposing figure.
"My name is Galion," the angel said, his voice calm yet commanding.
"Galion?" Cell repeated. "What's an angel?"
"Angels are the true rulers of the universe," Galion replied matter-of-factly.
"Rulers?"
"Indeed," Galion said, his tone growing serious. "But currently, angels loyal to Zeno rule the multiverse. That's why I've come to you—there's a war coming, and I want you on our side."
Cell's lips twisted into a smirk. "And how can I help?"
"Simple. Destroy Goku," Galion said bluntly.
Cell's smirk widened. "Consider it done." His hatred for Goku burned bright, making the angel's offer irresistible.
Galion raised his staff, and with a flash of light, the halo above Cell's head vanished.
Cell's eyes widened in surprise. "What's this?"
"You've been resurrected," Galion explained. "But Goku has grown much stronger since you last faced him. If you wish to defeat him, you'll need to train."
"Train, huh?" Cell muttered, clenching his fists. "Fine."
With that, Galion whisked Cell away, leaving Hell behind.
Earth – West City
Meanwhile, at Bulma's house, Goten and Trunks were deep in conversation.
"Did Marron really confess to you?" Trunks asked, grinning mischievously.
"Yeah," Goten replied, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.
"So, what's the problem? Why didn't you say yes?"
"I don't know," Goten admitted. "It feels like we don't have much in common."
Trunks laughed. "You don't have much in common now, but you will if you give it a shot!"
"And what about Uncle Krillin?"
Trunks waved dismissively. "What about him? He'd probably be thrilled if you two got together. Think about it—Marron skipped a grade to be in the same class as you. How could he not know she likes you?"
Goten sighed. "Maybe you're right. What about you, though? When are you getting a girlfriend?"
Trunks coughed awkwardly. "I'm not in a rush. A lot of girls at school have confessed to me, but I've turned them all down."
"Why?"
"Most of them are only interested in my money," Trunks said with a shrug. "Mom told me that if I want a girlfriend, she has to be someone exceptional—someone who won't be after my family's fortune."
Goten chuckled. "You've got high standards, Trunks."
Before Trunks could respond, Goten's expression shifted. He sensed a familiar yet powerful energy nearby.
In the next moment, a multicolored light descended from the sky, landing in front of them. As the light faded, two figures emerged—Beerus and Whis.
"Lord Beerus!" Trunks exclaimed.
Beerus nodded, his expression uncharacteristically serious.
"Why are you here, Lord Beerus?" Goten asked.
Before Beerus could answer, King Kai's voice echoed in Goten's mind. "Goten, something terrible has happened. Cell has been resurrected and taken away!"
"Cell?" Goten repeated aloud.
"Yes," King Kai confirmed. "The one who took him was an angel!"
Goten turned to Whis. "What's going on?"
Whis sighed. "It's as I feared. Goten, the Great Mother Goddess has returned, and her rebellion threatens the balance of the entire multiverse."
"How strong is she compared to the Grand Priest?" Goten asked.
"They are nearly equal," Whis admitted, his tone grave.
Goten frowned. "The battles between gods shouldn't involve mortals. Why drag us into this?"
Whis shook his head. "This war isn't just about power—it's about luck. The Great Mother Goddess seeks to claim the fate of the universe itself. Through mortal conflicts, she aims to gather the luck of all universes and use it to defeat the Zeno."
"Luck?"
"Yes," Whis explained. "Luck shapes the destiny of the universe and bestows benefits upon gods. Zeno's rule is largely attributed to his unparalleled luck. The Great Mother Goddess wants to take it for herself."
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