The dust had barely settled from Roshi's incredible triumph when the booming voice of the announcer rang out again—calm, measured, but carrying the weight of a god's decree.
"Next match! Piccolo from Timeline One… versus Dabura of Timeline Eleven!"
Piccolo (Timeline 1) vs Dabura (Timeline 11)
The crowd hushed for a heartbeat, then erupted in gasps and murmurs. Even among gods, this was no ordinary pairing. This wasn't a brawl of youthful bravado like Tien vs Nail, nor a flash of surprise genius like Roshi against Android 18. No—this was a battle of devils. Both warriors bore the aura of leaders, creatures who had once commanded fear across worlds.
Timeline One
Gohan's stomach twisted in knots. He remembered Dabura—vividly. The Demon King had nearly ended his life years ago during the Buu crisis.
"Piccolo… be careful," Future Gohan muttered, his sharp gaze fixed on the arena. Present Gohan clenched his fists so tight his knuckles whitened.
Vegeta scoffed loudly, arms crossed. "Hmph. If that slug hasn't gotten stronger since the old days, he's dead."
Goku grinned, but there was tension behind his eyes. "Nah, Piccolo's smart. He'll figure something out."
Uub, still sitting in silence after his earlier battle with Cooler, looked at Piccolo with found respect. His voice was quiet, almost reverent: "He's going to fight that thing head-on? Incredible…"
Timeline Eleven
Perfect Cell smirked, leaning forward. "Dabura… don't make this boring. I want to watch him bleed." His tone was laced with venom, pride in his ally dripping from every word.
Majin Buu giggled, bouncing in his seat. "Make green man go splat!"
Dabura, walking toward the ring, turned his head slightly and flashed a demonic grin at Piccolo. His voice carried across the arena like venom in the wind."Finally, a chance to erase the last stain of that pathetic Z-Fighter pride."
Vegito from Timeline Two chuckled from his throne-like seat, smirking lazily. "This should be cool. The Namekian versus the King of Demons? I'll give it two minutes."
Broly didn't speak—he just stared with cold, primal hunger.
Frieza smirked, crossing his legs elegantly. "Oh, how delightful. Two peasants clawing for dominance… such entertainment."
Baby Vegito Black leaned forward ever so slightly, whispering in a tone that only the void heard: "Namekian resilience… show me."
In the spectator stands, Krillin had his arm around Android 18, who sat silently after her defeat. Her jaw was tight, her eyes sharp as glass. She glanced at the arena with quiet frustration.
"That old man got me… damn it."
Krillin squeezed her shoulder gently. "Don't beat yourself up. Roshi went beyond his limits. It was insane."
Chi-Chi clasped her hands together, anxiety etched in every line of her face. "Oh, I can't take this anymore! Gohan already had to watch one brutal fight—now Piccolo?!"
Videl placed a reassuring hand on Chi-Chi's arm, though her own heart was pounding. "He'll make it. Piccolo always makes it."
Bulma from Timeline One leaned over toward her Timeline Two counterpart, smirking faintly.Bulma (T1): "What do you think, genius? Your husband seems interested."Bulma (T2):laughs softly "Vegito's always amused. But honestly? I like Piccolo's odds… if he can stay alive long enough."
PICCOLO STEPS FORWARD
Piccolo walked calmly into the center of the arena, his cape flowing behind him like the wings of a silent predator. His antennae twitched slightly, sensing Dabura's overwhelming demonic aura even before the King of the Demon Realm stepped into view.
Dabura's boots clicked against the polished surface as he entered, his crimson skin gleaming under the eerie cosmic light. His cloak swirled like living smoke, and that twisted grin never left his face.
Dabura:"You've changed since the last time I saw you, Namekian… but so have I."Piccolo:"Not enough to win."
The announcer's voice sliced through the tension."Begin!"
Piccolo launched forward first—not recklessly, but with purpose. His fists blurred as he unleashed a flurry of strikes aimed at Dabura's core, throat, and joints. Each blow cracked the air like thunder.
Dabura caught every punch with ease, his movements almost lazy. A sharp laugh escaped his lips."Impressive speed… for an insect."
With a sudden twist, Dabura lashed out with a kick that sent Piccolo skidding across the platform. Before Piccolo could recover, the demon king appeared above him, blade of condensed demonic ki forming in his hand. He swung downward with lethal precision.
Piccolo vanished.
Dabura's blade struck the ground with a deafening crack, splitting the tile. Piccolo reappeared behind him, eyes narrowed, hands glowing with green energy.
"Light Grenade!"A massive sphere of energy detonated against Dabura's back, engulfing him in a fiery explosion.
Gohan:"Yes! Direct hit!"
Vegeta:"Idiot. That won't be enough."
Cell (smirking):"Cute. But you're not fighting some Saiyan clown, Piccolo."
As the smoke cleared, Dabura stood unharmed, cloak smoldering, his grin even wider."Not bad. Now let me show you… despair."
Dabura vanished in a blur of red light, reappearing behind Piccolo with speed that made even Vegeta arch an eyebrow. A sharp slash cut through Piccolo's arm before he could react. Blood spurted, green and sizzling against the arena floor.
Piccolo hissed in pain but didn't falter. He countered with an elongated limb, whipping it around Dabura's torso. The demon king smirked and spat his cursed saliva onto Piccolo's restraining arm.
The limb turned to stone instantly.
Gasps erupted from the crowd.Krillin:"Oh no… not that move again!"Future Gohan:"Piccolo—don't let him touch you!"
Piccolo snarled, tearing off his own arm before the curse could spread further. The severed limb shattered into dust.
Piccolo:"You'll need more than parlor tricks."Dabura (laughing):"Then bleed for me!"
Piccolo leapt into the sky, splitting into four copies with his Multi-Form technique. They circled Dabura, pelting him with energy blasts from every angle. The arena became a storm of emerald fury.
Dabura sliced through the clones like paper, smirking as each illusion shattered."Is that all, Namekian? I expected more."
Above him, the real Piccolo hovered, his hands glowing with golden-green energy—an infusion of Namekian ki enhanced with divine essence learned from his time with the Kais.
"Hellzone Grenade…"Hundreds of glowing orbs surrounded Dabura in a perfect sphere."…Omega Burst!"
The orbs detonated in a chain reaction, imploding toward Dabura in a colossal flash of green fire. The explosion rocked the entire coliseum, making even Beerus raise an eyebrow.
Beerus:"Hmph. That's… mildly impressive."
Whis (smiling):"He's adapting."
Vegito:"lets go Green Man!!"
Broly: silent, eyes glinting.
When the light faded, Dabura emerged… burned, one arm cracked, but laughing."Now you've made me angry."
Dabura's aura erupted into a storm of crimson flame. The pressure shattered floating debris into dust. His blade extended into a colossal spear of darkness, pulsing with pure demonic power.
He lunged.
Piccolo barely dodged. The spear tore through his shoulder, nearly ripping him in half. Blood poured as he crashed into the ground, coughing violently.
Gohan:"PICCOLO!"Future Gohan (furious):"Get UP!"
Dabura descended slowly, savoring every second."Kneel, worm. You were never my equal."
Piccolo's breathing was ragged. One arm useless. His body shattered. But his mind—his mind was sharp as ever.
As Dabura loomed over him, Piccolo let a grim smile cross his lips."You talk too much."
With his good arm, he unleashed a tiny, nearly invisible orb of energy—a seed planted during the Omega Burst. Dabura didn't notice… until the ground beneath him exploded into dozens of concealed energy mines, trapping him in a storm of detonations.
The arena vanished in white fire.
When the smoke cleared, Dabura lay broken, his armor shattered, demonic blood staining the floor. He coughed, laughing weakly.
Dabura:"…You fight like a devil… Namekian…"And then he collapsed.
Piccolo stood trembling, barely upright, half his body gone. He fell to one knee, panting.
Announcer:"Match… OVER! The winner is Piccolo of Timeline One!"
Gohan (tears welling):"He did it… he actually did it!"
Vegeta (smirking):"Hmph. Barely."
Cell (snarling):"Pathetic. You'll regret this, Piccolo."
Whis:"Remarkable. A mortal who adapts mid-battle at this level… fascinating."
Piccolo collapsed fully as medics rushed in. Future Gohan clenched his fists, a storm in his eyes. "This tournament is only getting bloodier."
And far in the stands, Baby Vegito Black whispered with a grin that promised death:"This saiyan body is screaming for battle, That namekian feels like the first victim"
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"Ladies and gentlemen, gods and warriors of all timelines! Prepare for Match Six… an explosive clash between youthful genius and calculated brilliance! On one side… the young pride of Timeline Two—the fusion prodigy, the master of mischief, the whirlwind of chaos… GOTENKS!!"
The coliseum erupted into a frenzy as Gotenks somersaulted into the air, landing on the floating platform with his usual theatrical flair. He gave the crowd an exaggerated bow, smirking ear to ear. His purple vest glittered under the cosmic light, and his golden hair flared like a miniature sun as he instantly powered up to Super Saiyan—because why waste time being subtle?
Gotenks (grinning):"Heh! Did you all miss me? Of course you did! The ultimate fusion genius is here to save this tournament from boredom!"
From the Timeline Two section, Vegito leaned back with a smirk, arms crossed.
Vegito:"Show them why I taught you everything you know, brat. …Even if you didn't learn half of it."
Beside him, Bulma groaned dramatically.
Bulma (Timeline 2):"Gotenks, please just… don't blow up the arena this time."
Chi-Chi was already clutching her head.
Chi-Chi:"He's still a child! Why is my baby fighting intergalactic warlords?!"
Krillin whispered to Android 18, voice low.
Krillin:*"Man, if this kid embarrasses us after all that talk…"
Android 18 smirked slightly, leaning back with folded arms.
Android 18:"Relax. He's flashy, but let's see if he's smart."
Announcer (continuing):"And his opponent… a warrior forged in the shadows of tyranny, born under the iron rule of Saiyan conquest! The son of Turles, the heir to galactic ambition… the calm, the calculating, the cold blade of precision… TAAAAAIZO!!!"
Match Six: Gotenks (Timeline 2) vs Taizo (Timeline 10)
The cheers dimmed for a moment as a figure stepped forward from Timeline Ten's section—a teenager, yes, but carrying himself with a presence that silenced the noise. His armor gleamed obsidian-black, adorned with crimson highlights that caught the arena lights in sharp glints. A scouter rested casually on his hip, unused, because he didn't need it. His tail was coiled neatly around his waist—a controlled serpent.
Taizo walked to the platform with measured steps, no wasted motion, his sharp eyes never leaving his opponent. There was no smirk, no arrogance in his expression—just pure focus.
His hair—jet black with faint violet undertones—framed a face that spoke of discipline beyond his years. He was lean, muscular, every fiber of his being tuned for efficiency.
Turles, arms crossed, watched with quiet pride from the stands, while Bojack cracked a grin.
Bojack:"Heh. Kid's gonna make that loudmouth cry for mommy."
Zangya:"Oh, this will be fun. Gotenks has no idea what's coming."
The two warriors stood a few feet apart on the floating platform, energy barriers glowing faintly beneath them. Gotenks tapped his foot impatiently, arms folded, sizing Taizo up with the smug grin of someone already convinced of victory.
Gotenks:"Soooo… you're the big scary son of Turles, huh? You don't look like much. Kinda scrawny if you ask me."
Taizo tilted his head slightly, unimpressed. His voice was calm, clipped, and chillingly analytical.
Taizo:"Words are as light as dust. The wind will scatter them… just like your attacks."
Gotenks blinked… then burst out laughing.
Gotenks:"Pfft! HA! Oh man, you're one of those guys, huh? The broody, quiet type! Don't worry, I'll loosen you up after I stomp you into next week."
Taizo (flatly):"Try."
Timeline 1 Section:Future Gohan stood with arms folded, eyes narrowing.
Future Gohan (thinking):"That calmness… reminds me of myself."
Goku grinned like a kid at a candy store.
Goku:"Man, this is gonna be fun! That Taizo kid feels strong!"
Vegeta scoffed.
Vegeta:"Strong, sure… but against a fusion? Hmph. That brat better not humiliate Saiyan pride."
Timeline 8 (Frieza and gang):Frieza chuckled behind a hand.
Frieza:"Ah… another Saiyan runt. How tedious. Still, I do hope this one bleeds beautifully."
Cooler smirked, arms folded.
Cooler:"He has discipline. I like that. Shame Gotenks will never respect it."
Timeline 9 (Earth's humans):Krillin bit his lip nervously.
Krillin:"Man… Gotenks better not screw this up. Vegito's watching too."
Roshi, still panting from his fight, smirked faintly.
Roshi:"Don't count that kid out. Fusion's no joke… even if the kid is."
Phase One – Gotenks Goes Wild
Announcer:"Match Six… BEGIN!!!"
The platform shuddered as Gotenks vanished in a golden blur, reappearing right in Taizo's face with a cocky grin.
Gotenks:"Bet you didn't see—"
Taizo tilted his head, letting the punch whistle past his ear. Before Gotenks could react, a sharp kick lashed out—but Taizo caught it with one hand. Calm. Effortless.
Gotenks (shocked):"Huh—?!"
Taizo shoved him back lightly, enough to make Gotenks flip mid-air and land on his feet.
Taizo (voice low):"Predictable."
Gotenks' eye twitched.
Gotenks:"Okay, okay, so you got reflexes. Big deal! Let's see how you handle THIS!"
In an instant, the fusion roared, golden light flaring violently as his hair shot up into a wild mane—Super Saiyan 3 achieved without hesitation. The air trembled under the surge, cracks spiderwebbing across the arena floor.
The crowd gasped.
Bulma (Timeline 2):"Super Saiyan 3 already?! Gotenks, you little show-off!"
Chi-Chi:"HE'S GONNA SNAP HIS NECK DOING THAT!!!"
Vegito (smirking):"Now the real show starts."
Taizo didn't move. Didn't blink. His calm gaze stayed locked on Gotenks as if the transformation meant nothing.
Gotenks (grinning wildly):"NOW you're in trouble! Here comes the MASTERPIECE MOVE!!"
He backflipped high, screaming as thirty spectral ghosts burst into existence, each with a manic grin and sparkling aura.
Gotenks:"SUPER GHOST KAMIKAZE ATTACK—ULTRA DELUXE EDITION!!!"
The ghosts zipped toward Taizo like a living storm. The audience roared at the sight—Timeline 9 cheering, kids wide-eyed, even Beerus raising a brow.
Taizo? He simply exhaled.
Taizo (muttering):"Fragile constructs."
He raised a hand, releasing a single Ki Disruption Pulse—a wave of vibrating energy calibrated to destabilize the energy lattice of the ghosts.
One by one, the ghosts fizzled out mid-charge, popping like bubbles before they could even explode.
Gotenks (staring):"WHAT?! NO! That's—THAT'S ILLEGAL!!"
Taizo:"It's mathematics."
Turles (Timeline 10):"Hmph. He's not even sweating."
Bojack (grinning):"The kid's dismantling him like he's solving a puzzle. Love it."
Vegito (Timeline 2):"Don't you dare lose, brat. You're making me look bad."
Beerus (yawning):"Meh. Wake me when something interesting happens."
Whis (smiling faintly):"Patience, Lord Beerus. The storm hasn't started yet."
Gotenks growled, face reddening with frustration.
Gotenks:"Okay, okay, fine! You wanna play hardball?! LET'S GO!!"
He charged, fists flying in a blazing storm of blows, faster than light. Sparks detonated with every collision as Taizo blocked, parried, and slipped through the onslaught with surgical precision.
Internal (Taizo):"His power is immense… but scattered. Like a flood without a riverbed."
A brutal kick from Gotenks finally clipped Taizo's jaw, making him skid back slightly. The crowd roared.
Gotenks (pointing, grinning):"Ha! Gotcha! You're not invincible after all!"
Taizo wiped the faint trickle of blood from his lip, then… smiled. Just barely.
Taizo:"Your strength… is impressive. But strength without control is chaos."
Then his aura flared—electric arcs snapping across his body as he powered up smoothly, golden hair erupting in a halo of light. But it wasn't wild like Gotenks. It was controlled. Refined. Efficient.
Super Saiyan 2—at perfect stability.
The platform trembled as the two locked eyes—Gotenks suddenly realizing this was no pushover.
Taizo (voice calm, firm):"You fight with fireworks. I fight with precision. Let me teach you the difference."