The announcer's voice trembled as the massive holographic bracket rotated again, the glowing letters rearranging before the entire coliseum. Gasps, murmurs, and sharp intakes of breath rippled across the arena as the next names locked in place.
"M-Match Three will be… Future Trunks from Timeline One… versus Bojack from Timeline Ten!"
The roar of the crowd was deafening—dozens of warriors from different universes leaned forward, some grinning with bloodlust, others frowning with concern.
Timeline 10's corner erupted first. Zangya slammed a fist into her palm, eyes gleaming with sadistic excitement."Bojack, crush him. Break that pretty boy in half!"
Bido chuckled darkly, his heavy frame vibrating with laughter. "He won't last a minute. Trunks looks soft—like the type who cries after breaking a nail."
Bujin tilted his head, eyes narrowing as his psychic aura flickered. "Don't underestimate him yet. He carries himself too calmly. That's dangerous."
Turles, lounging against a floating platform with his arms crossed, smirked. "If Bojack doesn't win this, we'll lose our edge early." His black eyes cut to Trunks with a predatory gleam. "Kid looks like he's got some bite… but Bojack's killed monsters before."
On the other side, Timeline 1 remained calm. Vegeta smirked, arms folded, his tail of pride as sharp as his tone."Finally, the boy gets to stretch his legs," he muttered, a trace of satisfaction curling at his lips.
Future Gohan stood silently behind him, eyes fixed on Trunks with unwavering confidence. "He'll finish it fast… if Bojack pushes him, that is."
Bulma (Future) gripped the railing in the spectator zone, her voice cracking with tension. "Trunks… don't do anything reckless, please."
Present Bulma, standing near Chi-Chi, grinned despite her nerves. "If anything, that green brute should be worried."
The platforms rumbled as the two fighters descended, each landing with a thunderous boom. Dust swirled, ki auras clashed silently like tectonic plates grinding beneath the surface.
Bojack cracked his knuckles, his towering frame radiating menace, teal skin glistening under the arena lights. His eyes gleamed with malice as his braid whipped behind him."Well, well… another Saiyan brat. Didn't we wipe your kind out ages ago? Guess history needs to be corrected."
Trunks, calm as ever, tightened the grip on his sword hilt. His eyes were cold, his voice steady but carrying the weight of all his battles."You've caused enough destruction, Bojack. Today, it ends."
Bojack tilted his head, then burst into laughter that echoed through the coliseum like a storm. "Ends? Kid, I've been ending warriors like you since before you were born." His aura exploded, green and jagged, shaking the floating tiles.
Timeline 10's warriors roared with approval."Crush him, Bojack!" Zangya screamed.
Meanwhile.. Vegito (Timeline 2) leaned forward with a smirk. "Not bad. Let's see if this Trunk's runt's worth the hype."
Broly (Timeline 4) didn't move—his expression was blank, but his knuckles clenched slowly, almost instinctively.
Baby Vegito Black (Timeline 6) grinned faintly, whispering under his breath: "That boy… so much raw potential. Delicious."
Frieza (Timeline 8) sneered, crossing his arms. "Another monkey with a sword. How… quaint."
The announcer barely had time to shout "BEGIN!" before Bojack vanished in a blur of teal and green, his massive fist slicing through the air toward Trunks' jaw.
BOOM!
The shockwave cracked the platform, shards spiraling into the void below. Trunks raised his arm casually, blocking the hit with ease. His boots slid back only a few inches.
"Fast," Trunks said softly, almost as if complimenting a child's drawing.
Bojack snarled, swinging again, faster, harder—each punch a thunderclap. Trunks dodged with minimal movement, weaving like water between mountains. Then, with a single pivot, Trunks countered—one knee to Bojack's gut.
The galactic tyrant's eyes bulged as spittle flew from his mouth. The crowd erupted in gasps.
Timeline 10:"WHAT?!" Zangya shot to her feet. "Bojack!"Bido slammed his fists on the barrier. "Impossible!"
But Bojack recovered fast, rage boiling his blood. He grinned through the pain, teeth sharp as blades."Not bad… kid. But playtime's over!"
Bojack's aura exploded into a raging inferno of emerald energy, lightning crackling around him as the ground shattered into molten fragments."This is Galactic Warrior Mode!" the announcer shrieked, voice cracking. "Bojack's TRUE power!"
Shockwaves rippled across the arena, and reactions erupted everywhere:
Turles' lips curled into a grin. "That's more like it."
Beerus raised a brow lazily. "Hmm. He's loud. Annoying, And loud."
Whis chuckled softly. "This may last longer than the previous bout."
Bojack lunged, faster than before, a streak of green and black. He slammed a massive uppercut that sent Trunks soaring into the void above the arena—then appeared behind him instantly, double-fisting him down like a meteor.
BOOM! The platform shattered under the impact. Dust engulfed everything.
Timeline 10 exploded in cheers."YEAH! That's how it's done!" Zangya howled.
But as the dust cleared, Trunks stood—unscathed, brushing dirt off his jacket. His calm expression never wavered."Is that all?" he asked softly.
Bojack's grin faltered. Then his eyes widened as Trunks' aura ignited—golden flames roaring sky-high, shaking the entire arena. His hair elongated, flowing like molten sunlight, his eyes fierce yet composed.
The sheer pressure knocked weaker fighters in the stands to their knees. Platforms cracked. The barrier hummed violently.
Vegito smirked wider. "Ohh, What is that?!"
Broly's fingers twitched. His breathing deepened.
Baby Vegito Black whispered, "Magnificent."
Beerus tilted his head, a faint grin tugging his lips. "Not bad… for a mortal."
Trunks spoke, voice calm but laced with steel."I warned you, Bojack. You didn't listen."
He vanished—faster than light. Bojack didn't even see the punch until his jaw shattered. Another blow crushed his ribs, a knee snapped his spine. Blood sprayed in crimson arcs as the galactic tyrant howled.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!Strike after strike, the sound of flesh and bone breaking echoed like war drums.
"STAY—DOWN!" Bojack roared, charging a desperate Galactic Eraser Omega, a swirling sun of annihilation energy.
Trunks raised his sword, aura blazing brighter than the attack itself."Too slow."
SHIIING!One slash—and the energy sphere split in two, detonating harmlessly into the void. The shockwave vaporized nearby debris, but Trunks stood firm.
He appeared before Bojack in a blink, blade resting against his throat."This ends now."
Trunks lowered the blade, slamming a fist into Bojack's gut so hard it cratered the platform beneath them. Bojack collapsed, coughing blood, every bone screaming in agony.
"You're done," Trunks said coldly, turning away. "Next time, stay out of my way."
The announcer's voice cracked over the chaos:"B-Bojack is down! The winner is Future Trunks of Timeline One!!!"
Timeline 10: Zangya screamed Bojack's name, fists pounding the barrier. Turles' grin was gone, replaced with a dark glare.
Timeline 1: Vegeta smirked proudly. "Hmph. About time the boy made me proud." Future Gohan nodded with a faint smile.
Buma - ''I Mean, How can i not be proud of my son??''
Chichi - ''Don't get to excited yet, Gohan's match will surprise you!''
Other Timelines:
Vegito chuckled, "He's strong…"
Broly's eyes burned quietly.
Baby Vegito Black whispered,"I will break you, little prince."
The announcer stammered, wiping sweat from his brow. "L-Ladies and gentlemen… that was… devastating!"
As medics rushed to retrieve Bojack's broken body, Trunks simply walked away, sword on his back, aura fading into calm silence.
But his eyes—cold and unwavering—spoke volumes: "I'll do whatever it takes to protect my timeline."
The announcer's Shouted -
"Match Four: Master Roshi (Timeline 9) vs Android 18 (Timeline 3)!"
Gasps rippled through the stands.
"WHAT?!" Krillin nearly fell forward, clutching the railing. His eyes darted from the bracket to the arena platform, his jaw slack. "Android 18… and Master Roshi?! That's… that's my wife!"
Beside him, Yamcha grinned, elbowing Krillin. "Well, technically not your wife. Just, you know… an alternate one. But hey—at least Roshi's still kicking!"
Krillin groaned. "This isn't funny, Yamcha! That's—" He cut himself off, because words couldn't explain the storm in his chest.
Videl and Chi-Chi stared wide-eyed from the Timeline 1 section. "Roshi? As in that Roshi?!" Videl whispered.
Chi-Chi threw her hands in the air. "What is with this tournament?! First Tien, then that scary fight with the green guy, now Roshi's fighting a killer robot?! I'm going to faint!"
Future Bulma smirked, crossing her arms. "Don't count him out. That old perv has more tricks than people give him credit for."
Present Bulma raised an eyebrow. "Sure… but Android 18 isn't just strong. She's practically limitless."
From the gods' seats above, Beerus (Timeline 11) chuckled, his golden eyes narrowing. "That fossil again? I thought he'd be dead by now."
Whis tilted his head, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Don't be so quick to judge, Lord Beerus. That mortal has spent decades perfecting his craft. You might find him… entertaining."
Across the arena, in the Timeline 3 section, the Android squad exchanged cold stares. Android 17 leaned against the barrier with arms crossed, his tone dripping with disdain. "Pathetic. This will be over in seconds."
Android 21, however, smiled faintly, her crimson eyes glimmering. "Don't underestimate humans. Sometimes their desperation breeds… fascinating results."
Back on the battlefield, Roshi approached the stage at a slow, measured pace. He wasn't the hunched, frail old man everyone remembered. No, his restored youth radiated like the sun. Toned muscles flexed under his white martial arts gi, his silver hair flowing in a tied ponytail. His eyes burned with quiet intensity—an old master reborn for one last tournament.
Across from him, Android 18 stepped onto the platform with calm elegance, her boots clicking softly. Her icy blue eyes scanned him without emotion. She adjusted the cuff of her denim jacket, tilting her head slightly.
"You're my opponent?" she asked flatly. "This will be quick."
Roshi grinned, resting his staff on his shoulder. "A lovely lady like you? Oh, I'll take my time."
From the stands, Krillin facepalmed so hard the sound echoed. "Roshi, now's not the time for that!"
Android 18 arched an eyebrow but didn't smile. "You won't have time for anything, old man."
DING! The match began with a sharp chime.
Before the announcer could even say a word, Roshi vanished. The air trembled where he once stood. 18's eyes flicked upward instinctively, blocking just as Roshi's foot crashed down from above. The shockwave cracked the tile under her boots.
"Fast," she muttered, swiping his leg away like a branch. She countered with a precise palm strike, aiming for his chest.
WHOOOM! Her strike hit nothing but air.
"Behind you!" Krillin shouted instinctively—then immediately regretted it.
Roshi was already there, his afterimage flickering like smoke. "Your sensors might predict movements," he said calmly, "but instinct… instinct is harder to read."
His knuckles grazed her jaw, sending a ripple of force across her face. 18 slid back, boots grinding sparks on the tile. Her expression didn't change—still cold, still calculating—but her eyes narrowed slightly.
"Not bad," she said flatly. "For a relic."
Then she was gone.
Roshi's senses screamed a fraction of a second before her foot slammed into his ribs. He crossed his arms just in time, the impact hurling him across the platform. His sandals skidded, carving deep grooves into the ground before he stopped.
Yamcha whistled. "She's fast! Like… really fast!"
Krillin gripped the railing, sweat dripping. "Roshi… please, don't die out there…"
Beerus chuckled as he leaned forward lazily. "She's barely trying. If that old man can't keep up, this'll be over in the next thirty seconds."
"Oh, ye of little faith," Whis said, eyes twinkling. "Watch closely."
Roshi exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders. "Guess I can't hold back against a beauty like you."
His aura exploded—scarlet flames swirling around him as his muscles bulged. The ground cracked beneath his feet as Max Power Mode surged through his frame. But this wasn't the crude bulk from decades ago. This was controlled, refined—power sculpted through years of god-level training with Tien and Gohan.
"Kaio-ken!" Roshi roared. "Times fifty!"
The arena erupted in a crimson inferno. Gasps filled the stands as Roshi's body glowed like molten steel, veins pulsing with divine energy.
Chi-Chi nearly fainted. "WHAT DID HE JUST SAY?!"
Goku grinned from the Timeline 1 section, his eyes wide. "Whoa! He's using Kaioken?! I didn't even know Roshi learned that!"
Vegeta smirked. "Hmph. Impressive… for a old man.. who is now somehow young."
Across the stage, Android 18's gaze sharpened. "So you've got some tricks. Doesn't matter."
She launched forward, her fists a blur. Roshi met her head-on. The two collided mid-air with such force that the shockwave shattered nearby platforms.
BAM-BAM-BAM! The clash was a symphony of fists and fury, their strikes bending the air. Roshi weaved through her combos, countering with precision—elbows, knees, open-palms, every motion a lesson in martial perfection.
He drove a punch toward her gut. She caught it effortlessly, her smirk almost mocking. "Too slow."
WHOOOM! A golden flare burst from her body as she activated her Combat Algorithm, movements accelerating to near-instantaneous speed.
She appeared behind him. Her heel slammed into his spine. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he crashed into the ground.
Timeline 9 gasped collectively. Krillin's knuckles turned white. "No, no, no…"
But Roshi wasn't done. He rose slowly, wiping blood from his lip, and smiled.
"You hit hard," he said. "But you lack one thing."
Android 18 tilted her head. "Oh? And what's that?"
Roshi's aura flared again—brighter, hotter, alive with divine intensity. "Soul."
The Heavenly Dragon Awakens
Roshi spread his arms wide, drawing in energy so pure it shimmered like liquid gold. The ground beneath him shattered into dust as the arena trembled violently.
From the gods' section, Whis's smile widened. "Oh my… he's going to use it."
Beerus leaned forward, ears twitching. "Use what?"
"A technique born of pure martial discipline, only the kai's should know," Whis said softly. "One few mortals could ever hope to achieve."
The energy coiled around Roshi's fists, spiraling upward like a living serpent. Then it roared—manifesting into a colossal dragon-shaped aura, its scales glittering like starlight.
"Heavenly Dragon Fist!" Roshi bellowed, his voice shaking the void.
The dragon lunged, fangs blazing with ki. 18 raised her arms instinctively, but the impact was catastrophic. The entire platform detonated in a hurricane of light, the sound echoing like divine thunder.
Spectators shielded their eyes as the shockwave tore through the arena, rattling even the protective barriers.
When the dust settled, Android 18 lay sprawled across the shattered tiles, smoke rising from her body. Her jacket was torn, circuits sparking at the seams. She twitched, trying to rise, but her systems were fried—overloaded from absorbing too much divine energy.
Roshi stood over her, chest heaving, his gi scorched and blood trickling from his lip. He raised a hand… then lowered it with a faint smile.
Videl - "He baited her into every mistake. That's strategy most of these monsters don't even understand."
"You fought well," he said softly. "But power without spirit is empty."
He bowed.
The arena was silent for three heartbeats—then erupted in thunderous cheers.
"HE DID IT!" Yamcha screamed, nearly falling off the rail. "MASTER ROSHI WON!"
Krillin collapsed to his knees, tears of relief streaming down his face. "Oh my god… oh my god… thank you…"
Chi-Chi fanned herself furiously. "I'm… I'm going to need a senzu bean just to calm down!"
Videl grinned. "That was… incredible."
From the Timeline 3 section, the Androids watched in silence. Android 17's eyes narrowed dangerously. "This isn't over."
Android 21 smiled faintly, her tone soft but chilling. "Interesting… that power… I'll need a sample."
Up in the gods' seats, Beerus stretched, his tail swishing lazily. "Hmph. Not bad for a fossil. Still… nowhere near insteresting enough."
Whis chuckled. "Perhaps. But tell me, Lord Beerus… doesn't this make things more fun?"
Beerus smirked. "Heh. I suppose it does."
Vegito from Timeline 2 crossed his arms, smirking faintly. "Cute trick, old man."
Future Gohan nodded respectfully. "That… was true mastery."
And far in the back, Baby Vegito Black licked his lips, his eyes glowing faint pink. "Interesting. So mortals still have surprises. How… delightful."