The gong had barely stopped ringing when Hatchiyack vanished. No dramatic charge, no declaration of vengeance—just a blur of red energy and impact.
Broly's head snapped sideways as a crimson fist smashed into his jaw, the sound like steel warping. The audience gasped as Broly slid backward across the platform, feet carving gouges in the stone. Before he even stopped, Hatchiyack reappeared—elbows, knees, claws flashing like guillotines.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! Each strike detonated the air, driving Broly into a hurricane of mechanical fury.
Hatchiyack: "PATTERN ANALYSIS: COMPLETE. INITIATING EXTERMINATION."
Six barrels irised open across his arms and spine. Energy spikes—pure negative ki condensed into bullets—ripped through the space between them. They slammed into Broly from every angle, kicking up a maelstrom of violet explosions that blinded half the arena.
For a breathless second, it seemed over.
Then a low sound threaded through the smoke.
A laugh.
Deep, rumbling, feral.
Broly stepped out of the inferno—smoldering, grinning. His lip bled. His skin smoked. But his eyes… those glowing green eyes burned brighter than ever.
Chi-Chi shot out of her seat, shrieking: "GOKU! THAT THING ISN'T A MAN, IT'S A MONSTER!"
Goku's expression changed, Very serius. "yeah..he should not even be here"
Other Bulma (Timeline 2) smirked. "Honestly, this Broly guy's almost as terrifying as Vegito… but less polished. He's like… raw, untamed chaos."
Beerus (Timeline 2) leaned toward Whis. "Tell me, which would you rather fight: my Vegito or that beast?"
Whis's smile was a blade of moonlight. "Do I have to pick?"
Frieza, trembling despite his sneer: "Savage… filthy savage!"
Turles, grinning wolfishly: "Magnificent. That's a Saiyan who's forgotten what mercy even means."
Taizo, quietly calculating: "If his growth curve continues… theoretical power output exceeds even Vegito's fusion. But unpredictability… that's his flaw."
Vegito—didn't move, didn't blink. Just opened one eye and smirked.
Broly rolled his shoulders, voice a gravelly growl:"More."
Phase Two – Hatchiyack Breaks Pattern
The machine snarled—not with voice, but with circuitry screaming. Red veins pulsed brighter as his processors recalibrated.
Hatchiyack: "NEW STRATEGY: TERMINATE BEFORE EVOLUTION THRESHOLD."
He vanished again—this time not in front, but above. A spiraling salvo of beams rained down like a meteor shower, each orb vibrating with enough negative energy to obliterate a mountain range. The arena's barrier flared under the shockwaves, rippling like water as debris disintegrated midair.
Broly didn't dodge. He didn't block. He walked forward, through fire and ruin, his grin stretching wider.
One beam pierced his shoulder—he didn't flinch. Another burned a hole through his thigh—he laughed harder.
Then, with a single earth-splitting stomp, his ki erupted.
Emerald fire detonated around him, ripping gravity apart. The arena groaned as cracks spiderwebbed beneath his feet. His black mane shimmered, then blazed gold-green, whipping in a storm as muscles swelled into impossible density.
LSSJ.
The crowd howled, half in awe, half in terror.
Videl clutched Pan tight. "That's… that's worse than Majin Buu…"
Goten (watching his dad) whispered: "Holy crap… Trunks, we couldn't beat that with ten fusions."
Bulma (Timeline 2) threw up her hands: "Great! Another planet-breaker! How many of these psychos are we gonna see before dinner?!"
Gast: "He's not even fully gone. Not yet."
Perfect Cell, smirking: "Delicious chaos. I approve."
Frieza, sweating rivers: "Filthy ape… filthy god of an ape…"
Broly blurred forward—one step and he was in Hatchiyack's face. The machine barely processed before Broly's fist slammed into his chest like a meteor. Metal screamed as Hatchiyack flew backward, smashing through a platform and detonating against the barrier like a warhead.
And Broly laughed.
Smoke churned where Hatchiyack had crashed—but it didn't last. A keening wail rose, mechanical and demonic all at once, as the crimson glow intensified to blinding levels. Segments split, plates unfolded, and his silhouette warped into something inhuman.
Overclock Mode.
Four arms now. Spines of blackened alloy jutting like razors. A halo of negative energy coiled above him like a storm crown. His voice roared, layered in static:
"FURY LEVELS: EXCEEDING. BEGINNING TOTAL OBLITERATION."
He launched—faster than sight. His new limbs slashed Broly open from hip to ribcage, drawing fountains of blood. A spin-kick hurled Broly skyward—Hatchiyack followed, hammering him with strikes that shattered sound into fragments.
Broly hit the barrier like a cannonball, blood spraying from his lips—and laughed again, choking on crimson.
Then his eyes narrowed.
The grin widened.
"More."
The roar came like the scream of tectonic plates. The very dimension shook. Timelines flinched. Beerus actually covered his ears.
Emerald fire twisted black at the edges as Broly ascended again. Lightning forked through his aura, splitting clouds in the void. His frame thickened, cords of muscle wrapping like serpents, yet his movements grew sharper—predator perfected.
LSSJ2.
Hatchiyack lunged—Broly caught all four arms barehanded. Metal crumpled under his grip. Bones cracked in the stands just from the pressure.
Then came the headbutt.
BOOM.
Hatchiyack's skull dented inward, sparks vomiting from ruptured circuits. Broly kneed him in the gut, then hammer-fisted him into the platform so hard the arena convulsed like a living thing.
Kakarot (screaming): "YEEEAAAH!!! THIS IS IT! THIS IS SAIYAN PRIDE!!!"Vegeta (whispering): "Damn monster… stronger than the gods themselves."
Speculation Cutaway as Chiaotzu asked, who would win, Broly our Vegito.
Krillin: "If those two fought… the multiverse would tear in half!"
Turles: "Wrong. There wouldn't be a multiverse left."
Frieza: "Tch. Fusion tricks aside… raw brutality like that… no one survives it."
Taizo (quietly): "Unless… control triumphs over chaos. That fusion… he's more terrifying in silence than this beast in rage."
Hatchiyack, mangled but relentless, unleashed his core rupture beam—a column of negative ki so vast it split the void in two. The arena screamed, barriers flaring to critical.
Broly walked through it.
Skin peeling, muscles tearing, laughter booming louder than explosions.
He reached Hatchiyack. Gripped his chest. Fingers sank into steel like wet clay.
And Broly ripped him apart.
The scream wasn't sound—it was reality buckling as Hatchiyack's core burst into black light. Broly hurled the pieces skyward and roared so loud entire timelines clutched their heads.
Blood-drenched. Grinning like a demon. Standing alone.
His answer to Vegito's cold claim burned across every soul without a word:
Goku: practically vibrating. "He's AMAZING!"
Vegeta: jaw tight, sweat beading. "…Kakarot… if that thing goes berserk…"
Frieza: pale, whispering: "No more monkeys… no more monkeys…"
Turles: laughing like a wolf. "Perfection. Rage made flesh."
Taizo: murmuring: "But rage burns out. Control… endures."
Vegito: smirked. One word: "Strong!"
Above, in the gods' chamber, a Beerus exhaled slowly. "Two monsters. One cold. One wild. Which breaks first?"
The Angels smiled.
No one answered.
The arena was silent for a full heartbeat after Hatchiyack's core shattered in Broly's grip. Then the silence cracked, just like the ground beneath Broly's boots, as reality caught up with what they had just witnessed.
Blood ran down his arms like war paint. His breath came in deep, rolling growls that sounded more like an animal than a man. His green aura, once chaotic and wild, now pulsed with deliberate strength, bending the very air with each wave. He didn't celebrate, didn't scream. He simply stood there, chest rising and falling, while the remains of Hatchiyack—one of the most destructive machines ever conceived—lay in fragments behind him.
The announcer's voice trembled just enough for everyone to hear the human in him.
"W-WINNER! BROLY… FROM TIMELINE FOUR!"
The crowd didn't cheer right away. They stared. The sheer brutality had left them stunned. It wasn't just a victory—it was a declaration. Broly hadn't beaten Hatchiyack. He had erased him.
Turles rose halfway from his seat, a slow grin spreading across his face."He didn't even need to show his full power." His tone was low, almost smug, but his eyes were sharp.Bojack crossed his arms, impressed but annoyed."Tch. That kind of power… and no restraint? Dangerous mix."Taizo—calculating, calm as ever—didn't look away from Broly's aura. He whispered, almost to himself:"His growth rate… logarithmic? No. Exponential beyond reason. That's not evolution. That's… inevitability."
Timeline One's Reaction
Goku leaned forward, grinning like a man possessed."Now that's what I'm talking about!" His fists clenched with excitement, like a kid unwrapping a gift.Vegeta scowled, jaw tight. His pride burned—not just because Broly was powerful, but because the Saiyan in him recognized something primal in that display.Future Gohan? He didn't smile. He didn't cheer. He stared, serious, knowing what that level of power meant for everyone else in the arena."He's a monster," Piccolo muttered under his breath, arms folded. "But controlled… in his own way."Future Trunks—still injured—felt his chest tighten. He imagined being in that ring instead of Hatchiyack and nearly shivered.Uub clenched his fists harder than ever before, determination burning in his young eyes."I'll reach that level… no matter what it takes."
Timeline Eight (Frieza's Empire)
Frieza, for the first time since stepping foot in the arena, sweated. A thin drop slid down his temple as his golden fingers twitched against the armrest."A brute…" he muttered. "An uncultured, frothing brute… yet…" His voice cracked into a whisper. "…why do I feel like I'm the prey?"King Cold's tail swished nervously. Cooler's jaw clenched, but his smirk faltered just enough for Shun to notice.
in the Stands
Bulma (Timeline 1) gripped the railing so hard her knuckles whitened."That thing… that's not normal!"Chi-Chi fanned herself rapidly."Why… why do these things keep getting bigger?! Goku! Why does it always have to be like this?!"Videl held Pan close, whispering soothing words, but her own eyes were wide with fear.Bulma (Timeline 2) tried to play it cool, arms crossed, lips curling into a smirk."Pfft. Impressive. But compared to Vegito? Please."
The arena buzzed now. Conversations layered over each other like crashing waves.
"If Broly goes SSJ3…""He won't need to.""Vegito claimed this tournament was over when he walked in…""…but Broly just walked through a monster like it was nothing."
The energy wasn't just hype anymore. It was dread mixed with fascination.
And then… it happened.
Vegito moved.
Not much. Not flashy. Just a lean forward in his seat. His arms, previously crossed with lazy arrogance, dropped to his knees. His grin—the cocky, untouchable smirk he'd worn since his introduction—faded into something colder. Sharper.
His eyes locked on Broly. And for the first time since the Tournament began, Vegito's aura flickered. Barely visible. A ripple of raw pressure that made the very air quiver.
Whis noticed. Of course he did. His smile deepened just slightly. Beerus raised a brow.Vegito muttered under his breath, so low only Gohan beside him could catch it."…Finally."
Gohan's stomach sank. That tone wasn't excitement. It was hunger.
Vegito's thoughts were jagged lightning."No technique. No discipline. Just instinct… and evolution. Perfect."His lips curved—not into mockery, but into something darker."I want to break that."
Other Timelines Noticed
Turles froze mid-comment when he saw Vegito lean forward.
"…He's interested." His voice had an edge now. He turned to Bojack."That's bad."Bojack frowned."Bad for who?"Turles didn't answer.
Perfect Cell (Timeline 11) smirked from the shadows of his pod."Oh-ho… so the golden boy bleeds curiosity. Delightful."
Gast from Timeline 7 folded his arms, antenna twitching."Two storms. One cold. One wild."
Even Frieza noticed, and it made his stomach churn."If those two clash…there will be one less monster to deal with" He didn't finish the thought. He couldn't.
High above the arena, where mortal eyes couldn't see, a council of chaos brewed.
Beerus from Timeline 2 slammed his paw against the table."Did you see that?! He's actually taking this seriously now!"Another Beerus hissed."This is why I said NO to that bracket change!"Whis tilted his head, calm as ever."Oh, don't pout, my lord. Two infinities colliding rarely ends quietly."An Angel from another timeline chuckled softly."Inevitable, isn't it? Nature's wrath against perfected arrogance."Beerus snarled."If they fight, this arena is done for. Maybe ALL of it."Whis' smile never faltered."Perhaps… that's the point."
The room fell silent at that. A single phrase echoed in every divine mind."…The point?"
And in that silence… someone laughed. A low, ancient laugh from a corner cloaked in shadow. But before anyone could respond, the sound vanished like it never existed.
Broly turned.
He didn't need to. The announcer had already called the victory. He could've walked back to his timeline's section without a care. But something made him stop mid-stride. Something… pulled him.
Slowly, his head turned toward Vegito.
And Vegito was already staring.
For a heartbeat, the entire arena froze. Even the energy screens stopped flickering, like reality itself held its breath. No words. No roars. Just two apex predators locking eyes across an ocean of fighters.
Vegito didn't smirk. Broly didn't growl. They simply measured each other in silence, like storms sensing a rival storm on the horizon.
The air grew heavy. Warriors felt it. Families felt it. Even the Gods felt it. Whispers broke out like sparks in dry grass.
"If they fight…""Who's stronger?!"
"…Does it matter?!"
Goku whispered under his breath, grin stretching wide."Now this… this is why I'm here."
Vegeta? He didn't speak. He clenched his fists so tight his nails dug into his palms.
Turles muttered, voice low and cold:"Pray my son never draws either."
Frieza? He was silent. For once, the emperor of the universe had nothing to say.
Phase Five – The "What-If" Storm
Uub swallowed hard, chest heaving."Could I… ever reach that?"Future Gohan answered without looking at him."…You'd die before the bell finished ringing."
Taizo adjusted his scouter-like visor, crunching numbers in his head. Then he stopped.For the first time in his life, math failed him."…No equation can predict that fight."
Even Perfect Cell, arrogant and smug, tilted his head."…So that's what fear feels like."
And in the highest booth, Beerus whispered one phrase under his breath… a phrase even the Angels didn't expect to hear:
"…Zeno forgive us."
The announcer finally spoke, voice cracking even as he tried to sound composed."A-Alright! Next match… will be announced shortly!"
But nobody listened. Every eye was still on the staredown.
Broly took a slow step back. Then another. Finally, he turned and walked to his team's section without breaking the gaze until the very last second. Vegito leaned back, calm once more—but the faint trace of a grin curled his lips.
The arena roared—not with cheers, but with anticipation so thick it could choke a god.
And the last line etched itself into the minds of all who saw that silent clash:
Two storms. One cold. One wild. When they meet… the multiverse will bleed.