Before the storm could break, a voice shattered the quiet.
"L-Ladies and gentlemen… warriors of time…" The announcer's tone trembled like a reed in the wind. His usual bravado, that booming confidence so common in tournaments, had evaporated. In its place was naked terror thinly veiled by a rehearsed smile. "Before we… begin… the Gods have decreed the brackets shall now be revealed!"
The arena rumbled as an enormous wall of light erupted into being, towering high above the coliseum. Lines of glowing text burned into existence, names scrawling like meteors across the screen until they locked into place. Each pairing shone in white-gold script, and as the brackets filled, the audience—and the fighters—felt their stomachs sink.
One by one, the names aligned. The entire structure stretched across the sky like the branches of a cosmic tree, extending deeper and deeper until even the strongest mortals felt a cold sweat bead on their brows.
The announcer cleared his throat, voice cracking."Round one… first match… we already know this one! The brave warrior Tien from Timeline Nine versus the proud Namekian Nail from Timeline Seven! What a spectacular opening that was! Let's hear it for them!"
The crowd roared, but the fighters barely reacted. Their eyes were glued to the massive list unfurling before them like the scroll of a god.
Match Two: Uub (Timeline 1) vs Cooler (Timeline 8)Match Three: Future Trunks (Timeline 1) vs Bojack (Timeline 10)Match Four: Roshi (Prime, Timeline 9) vs Android 18 (Timeline 3)Match Five: Piccolo (Timeline 1) vs Dabura (Timeline 11)Match Six: Gotenks (Timeline 2) vs Taizo (Timeline 10)Match Seven: Broly (Timeline 4) vs Hatchiyack (Timeline 12)Match Eight: Rosan (Timeline 5) vs Zangya (Timeline 10)Match Nine: Future Gohan (Timeline 1) vs Frieza (Timeline 8)Match Ten: Gast (Timeline 7) vs Perfect Cell (Timeline 11)Match Eleven: Goku (Timeline 1) vs Turles (Timeline 10)Match Twelve: Vegeta (Timeline 1) vs Baby Vegito Black (Timeline 6)Match Thirteen: Vegito (Timeline 2) vs Hirudegarn (Timeline 12)Match Fourteen: Bardock (Timeline 5) vs Android 21 (Timeline 3)
The announcer let out a shaky laugh, voice drenched in false cheer. "And that's only the first block, folks! We've got a long road ahead, every fighter will get their chance, and I—uh—I hope you're ready for a show!"
Also don't forget it
"A timeline is considered eliminated once all of its warriors have lost, but it is only officially removed at the end of the tournament"
His words barely registered. The reactions began like cracks in ice—small at first, then spreading, until the entire arena buzzed with voices.
Goku's jaw dropped. "Whoa-ho-ho! Turles?! He's still around?!" His grin was pure excitement, but beneath it flickered a rare shadow of concern. He feels strong… way stronger than before.
Vegeta's scowl deepened as his eyes slid across the glowing names, locking on one in particular.Baby Vegito Black… Tch. Even the name reeks of arrogance. To pit me against him first… they think I'm expendable? Fools. His fingers twitched at his side, and the faintest flare of red ki rippled before he smothered it. Not yet.
Future Gohan's stomach turned as his gaze found Frieza. The name alone sent a cold ripple through his bones. Memories of slaughtered friends, burning skies, Piccolo's body lying broken on Namek. He clenched his fists, knuckles whitening. So… fate wants me to finish what Dad started. Fine by me. His aura whispered around him like a storm barely contained.
Across the void, Frieza smiled. No, not smiled—smirked, that reptilian curl of lips that promised suffering. "Well, well… if it isn't Son Gohan all grown up. How precious. I do hope he screams like his father did."
Turles and the Predator's Gaze
Further down the platforms, Turles folded his arms and grinned like a wolf."So… Kakarot, huh?" His voice was low, carrying the weight of a thousand grudges. "You look soft. Domesticated. Can't wait to break you in front of your friends."
Bojack cracked his knuckles beside him, eyes roaming across the board until they stopped on Future Trunks' name. "Bojack vs… this little pretty boy?" He laughed, the sound booming like thunder. "He's dead before the bell rings."
Taizo—Turles' son—stood silent, eyes narrowing as he read Gotenks. He didn't smirk. Didn't laugh. Just adjusted his gloves and whispered, "I'll make this quick."
Vegito Appears
On the farthest edge of the coliseum, Vegito from Timeline Two floated effortlessly, arms crossed, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He didn't need to scan the board. He didn't need to gloat. His energy did the talking—a crushing pressure that made weaker fighters glance away, ashamed they'd even looked at him.
"So… Hirudegarn, huh?" Vegito muttered, his voice dripping with amusement. "Guess they thought a giant bug would slow me down. Cute." His gaze slid lazily toward Baby Vegito Black, and his smile sharpened. "And you… imposter. Can't wait to tear that smug grin off your face."
Baby Vegito Black's Whisper
The hybrid abomination stood silent. No smirk, no boast—just that hollow stare, those violet eyes glinting with malice. He whispered something—too soft for the announcer, but loud enough for every god and every warrior attuned to divine ki.
"You're all corpses already."
A chill swept through the arena like a phantom wind. Even Broly paused, his primal grin faltering for a fraction of a second.
Broly's Aura Ignites
And then… it flared.A boom like the heartbeat of a god. Broly's aura erupted in a storm of green lightning, swirling so violently the nearby platforms buckled. Fighters stumbled back as the sheer weight of his presence pressed against their lungs.
"Hatchiyack…" Broly growled, the name rolling off his tongue like a curse. His eyes glowed emerald, and his lips curved into a savage grin. "I'll tear you apart."
Across the arena, Hatchiyack didn't flinch. The mechanical titan stood still, red optics gleaming coldly, like a predator scanning its prey.
Timeline 2 Spectator Section–
Far across the terraces, another Bulma gripped the railing—not in panic, but calculation. Her sharp blue eyes flicked from name to name, gears whirring behind them. Vegito vs Hirudegarn. Her pulse spiked, but she smirked anyway. "Hmph. About time someone that looks scary fights him."
Beside her, Chi-Chi huffed through her nose, arms crossed like a fortress. She wasn't panicking, not like her Timeline 1 counterpart. No—she'd lived decades knowing Vegito was out there, an unshakable god of their world. "Hirudegarn, Baby Vegito Black, Broly…" Her voice was steel. "He'll tear through them. Like always."
Down the row, older Roshi leaned back with a grin, sipping from a gourd. "Heh. Gotta say… ain't every day ya see this kinda lineup. I'd pay good zeni to watch—oh wait!" He chuckled, earning an eye-roll from Bulma."This isn't funny, you old goat.""Didn't say it was," Roshi murmured, but his grin didn't fade. Deep down, though, a coil of unease writhed. Even Vegito had limits. Right?
Timeline 5 Spectator Section-
The royal booth gleamed like spilled gold, carved with emblems of conquest. Rows of armored Saiyans filled the seats, their tails twitching in restless arcs. At their center sat a queen—tall, sharp-eyed, draped in crimson fur. Her lips curled in disdain as she scanned the brackets.
"So," she purred, her voice like silk over steel. "Our warriors face… these?" Her gaze raked across the names: Vegeta. Goku. Trunks. Humans. Nameks. A laugh rolled from her throat, low and venomous. "Pathetic."
A younger Saiyan—scar slashing his cheek—grinned wolfishly. "Let me down there, Majesty. I'll tear that 'Kakarot' apart before his match."
"No." The queen's tone cracked like a whip. Her eyes narrowed, lingering on one name glowing like a beacon: Baby Vegito Black. A faint ripple of unease creased her brow. "There are… forces here even we should not provoke."
Still, whispers rippled through the court. Bardock's kin. The traitor Vegeta. The soft Kakarot. Tension brewed like storm clouds. Old pride and buried grudges clawed to the surface.
Timeline 8 – Spectator Section-
The section reserved for Frieza's entourage glittered with cold splendor, lined with alien aristocracy in silks of midnight and silver. Goblets of jeweled nectar clinked softly—though no one drank. All eyes were riveted to the board.
A towering aide with violet skin leaned toward King Cold. "Sire… the matchups seem… unbalanced. Should we—"
"Silence." Cold's voice dripped icicles. His crimson eyes gleamed as they traced the letters: Future Gohan vs Frieza. A cruel smile peeled across his face. "How poetic. The son of the monkey who killed me… brought to my son's blade."
The courtiers tittered with malicious delight. Far below, in the fighters' section, Frieza's tail swayed lazily as if savoring the moment.
Timeline 9 – Spectator Section-
This section was loudest—because silence wasn't in their nature. Launch slammed her hands on the railing, sending dust flying. "What kinda joke is this?! You see these names?!" Her blonde hair frizzed wildly as she spun to Krillin's wife in the next row. "They're throwing Yamcha against WHO?!"
"I—uh—I don't think his name came up yet," the woman stammered.
"Doesn't matter!" Launch whipped back around, glaring down at the arena like she could punch fate itself. "Yamcha's gonna get flattened unless he pulls some miracle outta his—"
"Language!" Chiaotzu piped, face pale as porcelain. He clutched a seat edge like it was a lifeline. "Tien's match was already…" He swallowed hard. "What if he—what if—"
"He's Tien." Yajirobe lounged two seats away, chewing calmly on a stick of meat. "Guy's got this. Probably." He glanced up at the brackets, saw Broly, and nearly choked. "Er… okay, yeah, maybe we're all screwed."
Timeline 7 Spectator Section–
Rows of Namekians sat like carved statues, their expressions serene but their auras rippling with unease. The Elder murmured low, his voice a deep well of calm. "The fates entwine… and test the roots of all worlds."
Dende, now grown and solemn, clasped his hands tight. His eyes locked on Gast—their greatest hope—and then slid to his would-be foe: Perfect Cell. The memory of Cell's rampage clawed at his soul like a phantom scar. Please… don't let history repeat.
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Match Two: Uub vs Cooler
The announcer's voice rang out again, forced cheer masking a tremor.
"Match Two: Uub from Timeline One… versus Cooler of Timeline Eight!"
Gasps rippled through the arena. One name carried the weight of terror across galaxies. The other—a quiet boy from a humble Earth village.
Uub stepped forward slowly, every muscle wound tight. His brown skin gleamed under the spectral lights of the arena, sweat already sliding down his temple. This is it. My first real fight since training with Goku… No fear. Just fight.
Across the void, Cooler strode in like royalty descending from a throne. His metal-clad feet clanged softly against the floating platform. A wicked smile spread across his sharp features, crimson eyes glinting with malice.
"So," Cooler drawled, voice a velvet blade. "I'm pitted against a… boy. Frieza was right—mortals have grown weak."
Goku pumped a fist in the air, grinning wide. "You've got this, Uub! Remember what I taught you—trust your instincts!"Vegeta scoffed, arms folded. "Hmph. The brat's strong for a human, but that Frost Demon will crush him."Piccolo's eyes narrowed. "If Uub stays calm, he might surprise him…"
Frieza's smirk was a dagger dipped in poison. "My dear brother, don't end it too soon. Let the boy hope before you erase him."King Cold chuckled darkly. "Yes… fear tastes sweetest when it ripens."Zarbon sighed, bored. "This will be over in seconds."
Tien clenched his fists in Timeline 9's booth. "Come on, kid… show them humans don't fold easy."Gast tilted his head, murmuring, "This one… feels different."
The gong of ki rang out—and Uub vanished. In a blink, his heel smashed toward Cooler's head.The Frost Demon raised an arm lazily, blocking the strike with a metallic clang."Oh? Fast for a mammal," Cooler purred. "But not nearly fast enough."
A flash—his knee drove into Uub's gut, folding him in half. The boy choked out a gasp, soaring back before skidding across the platform's glowing tiles.
"Get up," Cooler said softly, stalking forward. "I want to hear you beg."
Goku leaned forward, grin gone. "He's testing him… Uub, don't let him control the pace."Vegeta smirked. "Control the pace? That boy's barely standing."
Uub lunged again, fists blurring, slamming jabs into Cooler's chest and jaw. For a heartbeat, it looked like momentum—until Cooler laughed.His aura flared purple, snapping like whips of energy as his body stretched and sharpened into its Final Form. Sleek. Deadly. Merciless.
The crowd stirred; whispers turned to roars.
"Ah, much better," Cooler hissed, voice colder than the void. "Now… break."
He struck—one blow—a backhand that sent Uub crashing through a platform edge, stone shattering like glass.
Frieza clapped, delicate and mocking. "How artistic, brother. Paint the floor with him."Dodoria barked a laugh. "Little Earth bug's done for."
Krillin slammed a fist on the railing. "Dammit! Don't give up, kid!"Launch shrieked, waving her gun like it would help. "Come on, Uub, blast his shiny butt!"
Uub dragged himself up, spitting blood. Too strong… but I can't lose. Not here.He closed his eyes for half a breath—and roared. Crimson light exploded around him."KAIOKEN… TIMES TWENTY!"
His body flared scarlet, hair whipping wildly, veins glowing like molten steel. The platform trembled.Gasps rippled through the cosmos.
Goku's grin returned, fierce and bright. "There it is! Push it, Uub!"Vegeta blinked, scowl twitching. He's multiplied his power that much? Without dying?
Android 21 tilted her head as Uub walked into the arena. "Hmm… tiny human with a big power well. That's new." Her smile curled faintly as her eyes glowed pink for a second, scanning his energy. "No… not human. Something else. Delicious."
Frieza tilted his head, smirk fading slightly. "Hm. Amusing."King Cold's eyes narrowed. "He has spirit… I despise spirit."
Uub launched—a comet of fury, fists hammering, kicks cracking the air. For the first time, Cooler slid back, grunting as a punch rocked his jaw. Another—into his ribs—another—into his chest!
"HAAAH!" Uub roared, driving a blazing elbow into Cooler's face, snapping his head aside.
The crowd erupted. Even Yamcha was on his feet screaming, "YEAH! Knock his face off!"
Cooler's laughter cut through the cheers like a knife."Bravo," he hissed, wiping a trickle of blood from his lip. "But playtime… is over."
In a surge of searing light, his body shimmered—metallic white transmuting to molten gold. Heat rippled off him in waves as the platform groaned under the gravity of his aura.Golden Cooler stood reborn, smirking like a god in the making.
Gasps choked the air.
Frieza's grin spread ear to ear. "Magnificent… you finally learned from me."Goku's face fell. "Oh no…"
Cooler blurred—one instant before Uub, the next behind him—knee driving into the boy's spine. Bones cracked. Uub screamed.Fists rained down like meteors, golden afterimages carving the void. Uub's Kaioken flickered, shattering under the weight of merciless blows.
Cooler seized him by the skull, lifting him like a broken doll. "You fought well… for cattle."
Chi-Chi in the stands screamed, clutching Videl's hand.Bulma's eyes brimmed with horror. "He's just a kid!"Even Vegeta clenched his fists, silent.
As Cooler's hand tightened, something stirred—a whisper in Uub's blood, ancient and vile.You hate him. Tear him apart.
Uub's eyes snapped open. Black sclera. Crimson irises burning like hellfire.A sound broke from his throat—not a scream. A laugh. Wild. Cruel. Hungry.
His ki detonated, a storm of black and pink tendrils lashing the air. The platform cracked, then shattered underfoot.
Cooler's smirk faltered. "Wh—what is this?"
Beerus leaned forward, golden eyes narrowing. "Now this… this is interesting."Whis twirled his staff, smiling faintly. "Ah… a fragment of chaos returns."Piccolo's voice was ice. "That's… Kid Buu's ki."Frieza's jaw clenched, tail lashing. Impossible.
Uub wrenched free, fingers snapping Cooler's wrist like a twig. The boy grinned, eyes manic, laughter bubbling from his lips.Then he vanished.
Cooler shrieked as a fist caved in his ribs. Another blow shattered his mask. His golden armor crumpled under a relentless storm of strikes—dozens, hundreds in a blur.
"STOOOOP!" Cooler howled, but Uub didn't hear. Or care.
With a final scream, Uub drove a crimson-black blast through Cooler's gut, obliterating the golden sheen and hurling him limp across the void.
Uub stood panting, shoulders heaving, laughter dying in his throat. His hands shook as the black bled from his eyes, red fading like embers into brown.He looked down at his trembling fingers."What… what did I… do?"
The announcer's voice cracked through the stunned silence."A-and the winner… UUB!"
The crowd erupted—but not in pure joy. It was awe. Fear. Whispers crawling like shadows.
Goku rushed forward, gripping Uub's shoulders. "You did great… but what was that, Uub?"Vegeta's scowl deepened. "That power… that wasn't human."Piccolo stared hard. "No. It wasn't."
Frieza's grin twisted. "Majin remnants… alive in a brat? Oh, the irony."King Cold murmured darkly, "Chaos… fertile soil for conquest."
Above them, Beerus smirked faintly while Whis' voice chimed like a bell."Balance… always finds its echo."