The world tournament, a great competition to show the world's greatest fighter. While no one would ever be able to rival the great Mr. Satan, there were a fair amount of fighters here. Light looked around the room, gazing at all the fighters that had made it to this stage in the tournament. Fortunately she was the only majin who had entered the tournament, the rest couldn't handle trying to potentially live up to Mr. Satan's legacy. Light however, didn't really care about any of that. If she won, she won, but she was mostly there just for fun. Plus the prize money could get her quite a few things that would come attached guilt free.

Light noticed the current champion talking to one of the namekians, who just gave him cold acknowledgement in return. She then gazed over at the sayan fighters. She didn't care much for their tails, as they didn't make much sense to her, but she waved to them with a cheery hello all the same before walking on. Unfortunitally she was unable to find her opponent, the mountain of meat named Tiny. She wasn't scared of him, but Light wanted to check him out anyway, to see if he fell into a steriotype or not. After looking for a minute or so, she gave up and sat down on one of the benches, waiting for something to catch her interest.