The instant the announcer's voice dropped, Hirudegarn moved—not with steps, but with a quake that shattered reality under his claws. His gargantuan wings unfurled like storm clouds blotting the artificial sun, his golden eyes locked on the tiny figure standing across from him.
The monster lunged, a tidal wave of darkness ripping through the arena. Each impact of his limbs crushed floating platforms into dust, the pressure alone making lesser fighters in the stands clutch their chests.
BOOOOOOM!
Hirudegarn's fist—large enough to level a city—came down like a meteor. The air screamed. The ground warped.
And Vegito didn't move.
The fist hit nothing but cracked obsidian.
A ripple of silence swept the arena. Hirudegarn's molten eyes darted left—too slow. Vegito was standing on his extended arm, one foot planted lightly on the monster's armored skin as if balancing on a fallen tree. His hands were still in his pockets. His smirk was still carved in granite.
"Are you done?" His voice was calm, almost bored.
Chi-Chi gasped so hard she nearly toppled over the railing. "HE—HE DIDN'T EVEN—!"
Bulma's nails dug trenches into the metal. "I hate that cocky smirk. I hate it and I love it!"
Vegito's energy was so controlled, so refined, that even the most advanced scouters would read it as… nothing. That terrified everyone more than any flare of ki could.
Bojack's still somewhat injured grin widened into something feral. "Ohhh, this is the kind of insanity I live for."
Taizo's brow furrowed slightly, his analytical mind racing. Minimal exertion… zero wasted motion… He's hiding his true power, not to bluff—but because he doesn't need it.
Turles chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting. "He's the storm they've all been whispering about."
Timeline One (Main Team)
Goku leaned forward, grin splitting wider. "He's faster than I thought! Did you even see him move?!"
Vegeta grunted, eyes narrowing. Not even a hint of effort. Damn it, Kakarot… if we fought him right now, even together, could we win?.
Future Gohan exhaled slowly, gripping the edge of his seat. ''can i beat him?''.
Timeline Eight (Frieza's Booth)
Frieza's tail lashed wildly, claws digging into his throne. "Hmph! Parlor tricks! Let's see him handle the beast's full might!"
Timeline Seven (Namekians)
Gast's aura flared briefly before he clamped it down. His voice was low. "If he continues like this… not even I…"
Slug hissed. "uhm, look at this atention whore."
Gods' Chamber
One of the Beerus leaned forward, golden eyes narrowing. "See that? No stance. No charge. Just… control."
The Angel smiled faintly, voice like silk. "Now, now. It's just beginning."
Hirudegarn roared, a hurricane of raw power exploding outward, whipping the arena into chaos. Entire platforms shattered like glass. Fighters in the stands shielded themselves behind ki barriers, teeth gritted against the gale-force wind.
"ENOUGH!" barely understable, The beast bellowed in a voice that cracked the air. Dark flames ignited across his body as his colossal tail swept in a scythe arc, tearing through the sky.
Vegito didn't flinch. He stepped forward. Just… stepped.
The tail hit. The explosion was blinding. A shockwave tore across the arena, flattening debris into powder.
When the smoke cleared—Vegito was standing on Hirudegarn's tail.
His boots pressed down, forcing the massive appendage to the ground with insulting ease. The entire beast buckled, a strangled roar ripping from its throat as the earth cracked beneath it.
Vegito's head tilted, his smirk sharpening into something cold, merciless. His voice rolled like distant thunder, calm and absolute:
"For everyone here…" He dragged his foot slowly, grinding Hirudegarn's tail deeper into the arena floor. "…the moment I joined this tournament…" His teal eyes glimmered with a light that froze spines. "…its result was already decided."
The words slammed into the coliseum like a nuclear detonation. Silence followed. Silence so deep, it was deafening.
Then came the reactions.
Bulma's jaw hit the floor. "Oh my god… he just—he actually said that out loud!"
Chi-Chi gripped her hair, torn between rage and pride. "That arrogant—ugh, why is he so… COOL?!"
Roshi let out a low whistle. "Kid's got more swagger than sense. And I love it."
Timeline One (Main)
Goku blinked… then burst out laughing, loud and wild. "HAHA! He actually said that! That's so badass!"
Vegeta snarled, fists trembling. Damn you, Kakarot… I should be the one with that power. Not some… fusion freak!
Future Gohan swallowed hard. "he might not be blufing."
Timeline Eight (Frieza's Booth)
Frieza's face twisted into a mask of hatred so pure it burned. "HOW DARE HE—HOW DARE HE SPEAK LIKE THAT IN MY PRESENCE!" His aura flared, golden light spilling over the booth as Cooler grabbed his arm to hold him back.
King Cold hissed, voice low. "Calm yourself, son. There's a time… and it's not now."
Timeline Ten (Turles' Booth)
Turles smirked darkly, leaning forward. "Well, that settles it. He's not just a fighter. He's a tyrant in waiting."
Bojack chuckled, cracking his neck. "i need to kill him."
Taizo's jaw clenched, a rare flicker of frustration flashing in his sharp eyes. I thought strategy could close any gap. But this… this is something else entirely.
Timeline Seven (Namekians)
Gast's fists tightened. His aura trembled like a caged storm. "He's declaring war on all of us."
Slug spat. "Then let him choke on it."
Timeline Nine (Humans)
Krillin gawked. "Did he just… declare himself the winner in front of EVERYONE?!"
Tien's face was grim. "He wasn't bluffing."
Family Section
Bulma (Timeline One) slapped her forehead. "Two Bulmas in one place and both of us are screaming at the same idiot."
Future Bulma groaned. "Why do fusions always have to be THIS unbearable?"
Videl muttered under her breath. "Gohan, if you EVER talk like that, I'm divorcing you."
Gods' Chamber
Beerus Prime's lips curved into something sharp. "Arrogant little pest."
The Angel's eyes sparkled like twin stars. "Not arrogance," he whispered softly, so only the gods could hear. "Truth."
Hirudegarn roared, thrashing with a force that warped gravity itself. Entire chunks of arena ripped free, spinning into the void. The beast unleashed hell—a barrage of dark energy spheres, size of mountains, raining like meteors.
Vegito vanished.
One heartbeat.
Two.
Then—BOOOOOM!
The entire left wing of the beast's torso detonated in a spray of molten ichor. Hirudegarn screamed, a sound that split skies, but before it could react—Vegito was already standing atop its horn, arms folded.
"Slow," he said flatly. And moved.
The next minute wasn't a fight. It was a dissection.
Vegito blurred through the air like a blade of godhood, every motion reducing Hirudegarn to ruin. A tail severed. A wing shattered. A chest torn open with one contemptuous kick. The monster's mighty roars turned to broken howls as pieces of its body rained into the abyss below.
Finally—Vegito appeared behind its head. One hand extended lazily. A sphere of blue-white light swirled at his fingertip, calm and elegant, like a miniature star.
"Goodbye."
The blast fired. Silence consumed the arena. When the light faded, nothing remained of Hirudegarn but fading motes of energy.
Vegito landed softly, boots touching the cracked tiles without a sound. His hands slipped back into his pockets as if the last five minutes hadn't happened. He didn't even glance at the crowd.
He walked toward the exit. Calm. Unshaken. Unapologetic.
Behind him, the announcer's voice cracked like thunder:"WINNER: VEGITO!"
The coliseum erupted—not in cheers, but in chaos.
Videl - "And what happens if we have to fight him? What then?"
"Flawless," Android 21 whispered, her voice dripping like honey over poison. "I could just eat him alive…"
Timeline Two: Bulma screaming Vegito's name in pride and fury at once, Chi-Chi sobbing into her hands, Roshi cackling like a madman.
Timeline One: Goku's grin stretched ear to ear, Vegeta trembling with rage, Future Gohan staring hollow-eyed at the floor, but at the same time excited?.
Timeline Eight: Frieza's laughter shattered into pure hatred as his golden aura seared the air.
Timeline Ten: Turles leaned back, smirking. "He just painted a target on his own back."
Timeline Seven: Gast closed his eyes, murmuring low. "The storm is here."
Timeline Nine: Tien clenched his fists. That level… can i reach it?.
The Angel twirled his staff, voice silky and soft, a whisper meant for the divine alone:"And so… the balance begins to break."
The Gods of Destruction sat in a crescent of thrones, their feline eyes glimmering with irritation, amusement—or something darker. Between them floated the ethereal Angels, serene as statues, their polished staffs reflecting the chaotic arena below like a warped mirror.
The first voice to break the stillness was sharp, dripping with venom:
"Your timeline's brat," hissed a lean Beerus from Universe Designate Z-T9, jabbing a claw toward his counterpart across the circle, "has turned this entire tournament into a farce. Look at him—walking off without a scratch after dismembering a titan we handpicked for spectacle!"
Beerus of Timeline 2, lounging lazily on his throne, stretched and yawned so wide his fangs glinted like daggers. "Oh, come now. My brat is the inevitable outcome of Saiyan stubbornness and divine meddling. Don't blame the wine when the grapes were sweet, hmm?"
"Don't get poetic with me!" snapped another, tail lashing hard enough to crack the air. "He's destabilizing the very tension we built. Every other fighter—every mortal—now feels like dust compared to that… smug fusion."
The Angel of Timeline 2 tilted his head, smiling faintly. His voice flowed like liquid silk:"Perhaps that is the point."
The room froze. Every God turned toward him. The Angel's staff tapped the floor once, releasing a note that hummed like infinity.
"The weak will despair," the Angel continued, eyes glittering like dying stars, "and the proud will rage. The desperate will claw higher. And then…" His lips curved into something unreadable. "…we shall see what remains when the smoke clears."
Beerus Prime growled low, claws curling into his throne. "Enough games. Someone rearranged the brackets. Don't think I didn't notice. Match Thirteen pulled forward? Right after Gotenks fought? Who ordered that?"
Another Angel chuckled softly, a ripple of bells in the void. "The winds of chaos… seldom need orders."
The Gods exchanged looks—sharp, suspicious, almost afraid to ask the question out loud. Because deep down, they all knew: none of them held the strings.
The coliseum was still vibrating from Vegito's last words, fragments of Hirudegarn's corpse drifting like ash in the void. The energy in the air was… different now. Heavier. Fighters shifted uneasily on their platforms, whispers threading through the crowd like wildfire.
Then, the announcer's voice boomed like rolling thunder, eager to cut through the storm of speculation:
"AND NOW… MATCH EIGHT! TWO FORCES OF PURE ANNIHILATION TAKE THE STAGE! FROM TIMELINE FOUR… THE LEGENDARY SAIYAN OF MYTH… BROLYYYYY!!!"
A low hum rolled across the stands—no cheers, no jeers, just a collective shiver.
From the tunnel, he emerged. Bare-chested, draped in tattered green pelt, muscles knotted like forged steel, every step heavier than mountains. His black hair spilled wild down his back, swaying like a predator's mane. But it wasn't his size that crushed the breath from lungs—it was his ki, a pressure like tectonic plates grinding, barely contained under a thin veil of calm.
Broly's green eyes glimmered faintly as he walked, silent as death, his head tilted slightly toward the floating platforms ahead.
Timeline One: Goku's grin split his face. "Ohhhh, man. This guy's even bigger than last time!"Vegeta scowled, arms folded tight. "You fool. That's no ordinary Saiyan. That's the beast that nearly erased us."Future Gohan's jaw set hard. If that thing loses control… there won't be an arena left.
Timeline Eight (Frieza's Team): Frieza sneered, but his fingers twitched nervously. "Ugh… that filthy brute. The stench of savagery lingers even across timelines." King Cold said nothing—his eyes never left Broly, cold calculation running behind his calm mask.
Timeline Ten (Turles & Co.): Turles smirked darkly. "He's magnificent. A true Saiyan king… if he had a crown." Taizo said nothing—his analytical gaze flicking between Broly's restrained posture and Vegito's lingering aura.
The announcer's voice rose again:
"…AND FROM TIMELINE TWELVE… THE ENGINE OF VENGEANCE, THE NIGHTMARE MACHINE… HATCHIYACK!"
The air cracked with digital static as the platform opposite Broly warped and bloomed with crimson light. From the radiance emerged Hatchiyack—a towering biomechanical demon, skin gleaming like living metal, lenses glowing hellfire red. His segmented frame pulsed with veins of anti-energy, the sheer malice rolling off him like waves of molten steel.
Every step he took rang like a war drum. His voice, when it came, was a synthesized growl that rattled teeth:
"TARGET ACQUIRED. EXECUTION PROTOCOLS ONLINE."
Timeline One: Piccolo's eyes narrowed. "That energy… it's not alive. It's hate wearing a body."Goku leaned forward, excitement boiling. "This is gonna be AWESOME."
Timeline Two (Vegito's Booth): Vegito himself was very excited for this particular match, He was seated cross-legged, arms resting on his knees. Bulma smacked the railing close to Vegito. "HEY! why did you act like that huuu!"(Yes she smacked the railing, not Vegito, since she had felt some animosity from him, it was like he was never actualy fully ''good'' and had some evil within?)
Timeline Seven (Namekians): Gast's brow furrowed. "That machine feeds on hatred. The longer this lasts… the stronger it becomes."
Family Section: Chi-Chi groaned into her hands. "Another walking disaster. Wonderful." Bulma (Timeline One) slapped her forehead. "And people wonder why I drink."
The announcer gulped audibly, forcing cheer into his tone:"FIGHTERS! TAKE YOUR POSITIONS!"
Broly stepped onto his platform without a word. Hatchiyack's systems hissed, vents exhaling crimson mist as targeting grids swept over his prey.
Above, in the gods' chamber, one Angel whispered:"Order… versus chaos. Let us see which illusion prevails."
The gong rang.