The arena still throbbed with residual energy from the last clash. Platforms were cracked, the air was heavy with the scent of burning ki, and the crowd remained caught in a storm of adrenaline. Fighters from every timeline leaned forward, whispering about the brutality they had just witnessed. Broly's silent glare toward Vegito lingered in the minds of everyone present, an image that could ignite nightmares—or dreams—depending on who you asked.
But that conversation didn't end there.
Gast folded his massive arms, his serene Namekian face giving away nothing, though the way his eyes tracked Broly and Vegito screamed calculation. "Two beasts… different paths to power, but both capable of tearing reality apart if left unchecked."
Turles, leaning lazily against a cracked platform, grinning . "Hmph… power without control means nothing. Broly's rage is impressive, but it's raw. And Vegito? That cocky smirk hides arrogance. That'll kill him eventually."
Future Gohan, silent until now, finally spoke, his tone calm but edged with confidence. "You think arrogance will kill Vegito? No. He's too sharp for that. But…" He glanced toward Baby Vegito Black—still sitting cross-legged in eerie silence, those blood-red eyes faintly glowing. "…there's someone else none of you are talking about."
The group quieted. Even Cell, who had been grinning at the chaos like a child in a candy shop, cocked his head curiously. "Oh? You mean… him?" He chuckled, his voice slick as oil. "I thought the angel statues were here for decoration, but I guess we have a live one."
All eyes shifted toward Baby Vegito Black.
He hadn't moved. He barely spoken. For the entire tournament so far, he simply watched—and that made him worse than a roaring beast. His presence felt surgical, like a scalpel ready to carve through anyone at the precise moment it pleased him.
Bojack, arms crossed, laughed darkly. "Hah! You idiots already forgot about him? You think Broly's scary? That thing right there is Vegito fused with the heart of a parasite god. You're all pretending you've got a chance, but the truth is—"
The words died on his tongue.
Because Baby Vegito Black finally moved.
Just his head—slow, deliberate—turning toward the group. His crimson eyes locked on Bojack first, then traced each warrior one by one.
The silence that followed was suffocating. The energy in the arena shifted like a storm cloud creeping over sunlight. Fighters who moments ago bellowed with pride now swallowed hard, their throats dry as sand. Even Vegito himself, who had never known fear since his creation, felt a twinge—not fear, but something dangerously close.
And then Baby Vegito Black spoke.
"Let's stop this," he said softly, his voice cold enough to frost glass. "You all talk too much."
Those words rolled like distant thunder, making the hair on every warrior's neck stand. There was no shouting. No explosion of aura. No ki spike. Just calm, controlled menace—and it was worse than Broly's roar or Vegito's cocky grin.
Vegito smiled faintly, but his thoughts screamed like war drums:There was not a second I forgot about you.
He leaned forward on his seat, eyes glinting. In fact, I've been waiting.
But before tension could spiral further, the announcer's voice cut through the atmosphere like a blade.
"MATCH NINE: ROSAN FROM TIMELINE FIVE… VERSUS… ZANGYA FROM TIMELINE TEN!"
A hush swept over the stands. Then murmurs. Then an avalanche of chatter.
"Rosan? That's Raditz's brat, right?" one fighter muttered."Zangya? Wasn't she with Bojack's crew? This is gonna be nasty…"
the crowd shouted.
Two figures emerged from their respective gates, stepping onto the fractured battlefield.
From the left, Rosan strode forward, his towering frame cutting a silhouette that screamed raw power. He was massive for his age—easily six and a half feet tall, with a physique carved from relentless Saiyan training. His armor was minimal, a black-and-red variation of the Saiyan elite suit, exposing muscular arms crisscrossed with faint scars. A long, wild mane of black hair flowed behind him like a storm, and his dark eyes gleamed with unshakable arrogance.
Personality in every step. He didn't glance at the crowd. Didn't acknowledge the tension. His smirk was fixed like a blade against the world. To him, this fight was a chore—a warm-up.
From the right, Zangya made her entrance with a flourish, hips swaying, teal hair cascading like waves, her emerald eyes sharp and dangerous. She wasn't walking—she was owning the stage, confidence dripping from every step. Her orange-and-blue battle outfit clung to her athletic frame, built for speed and trickery rather than brute force.
She smirked, tossing a glance at the crowd before locking eyes with her opponent. "Hmph. This is what they give me? A discount Broly wannabe? Cute."
Rosan chuckled, rolling his neck with an audible crack. "You've got a mouth. Shame I'm about to shut it."
In the stands, Raditz grinned like a predator, arms folded. "That's my boy."Nappa roared with laughter. "He's bigger than you were at his age!"Vegeta (Timeline 5) smirked, though his eyes narrowed—measuring Rosan like a general studying a soldier.
Across the way, Turles leaned forward, his dark eyes flicking between Rosan and Zangya. Raditz's spawn… Let's see what you've got, kid.
Bojack, lounging with false ease, smirked. "Don't die too quickly, Zangya. Make me proud."Zangya didn't even glance back. But inside? She seethed. If I die here, it won't be quietly.
Chi-Chi (Timeline 1) leaned toward Bulma. "That boy looks like trouble."Bulma sighed, rubbing her temple. "They all do, Chi-Chi."
The announcer raised his hand. "Begin!"
Zangya moved first—blurring forward in a streak of teal and orange. Her speed was blinding, her fists a flurry aimed for Rosan's ribs and throat. The crowd gasped as she vanished and reappeared behind him, driving a kick at the base of his skull.
But Rosan didn't move.
The kick landed with a crack—and he didn't budge an inch. He turned his head slowly, his grin widening like a crescent moon. "That tickled."
Zangya leapt back, scowling. "Cocky little—"
She didn't finish because Rosan was suddenly in her face, his fist burying into her stomach like a sledgehammer. The air whooshed from her lungs as her body folded over his arm before being launched across the battlefield, smashing into a platform with a deafening BOOM.
The audience erupted. Cheers from Timeline 5. Gasps from others.
Krillin winced. "Ouch… That's gonna leave a mark."Master Roshi puffed his cheeks in anger. "Damn brute! Hitting a beautiful lady like that?! Unforgivable!"18, arms crossed, raised an eyebrow. "You do realize this is a death tournament, right?"Roshi stomped his foot. "It's the principle!"
Zangya crawled from the rubble, spitting blood, her teal hair matted to her face. Her emerald eyes burned—not with fear, but rage. "Alright… you little punk."
She shot into the air, fingers crackling with energy threads. With a flick, glowing wires lashed out, wrapping around Rosan's limbs like vipers. "Let's see you grin when you're shredded to ribbons!"
The wires tightened, sparking violently, slicing into Rosan's skin—thin red lines forming across his arms and chest. He growled, but the smirk never left his face.
And then he flexed.
With a single, violent motion, his muscles bulged and the wires SNAPPED like brittle twigs. Energy erupted around him, a golden aura flickering faintly at its edges.
Zangya froze. No… no way—
Rosan's voice rolled like distant thunder. "You made me bleed." His eyes glowed, hair spiking higher. "Big mistake."
The crowd went wild as Rosan's golden aura exploded, the force sending shockwaves across the arena. His black hair shimmered to gold, his eyes turning that cold, merciless emerald that defined his race's ultimate birthright.
Super Saiyan.
Gasps rippled through the stands.
Raditz roared with pride. "YES! THAT'S MY BOY!"Turles narrowed his eyes, a thin smile curling his lips. "Interesting…"Future Gohan frowned, sensing the raw spike of power. He's stronger than I thought… but reckless.
Zangya hovered mid-air, her confidence fracturing like glass under a hammer. Sweat trickled down her temple as Rosan stomped forward, his aura flaring like a golden inferno.
"You wanted a fight?" His grin widened into something feral. "Now you've got one."
The last thing the audience saw before the cutaway was Rosan vanishing, golden light trailing behind him like a comet.
The golden blaze of Rosan's Super Saiyan aura scorched the broken tiles of the arena. It radiated an oppressive heat that made even seasoned warriors sweat under its pressure. His mane of golden hair shimmered in the pale light of the cosmic coliseum, and those emerald eyes—cold, piercing—locked on Zangya like a predator sighting its prey.
Zangya floated mid-air, chest heaving, her mind racing. He's a Super Saiyan… Raditz's brat… of course. She grit her teeth, biting down her fear with sheer spite. No way am I letting some ape humiliate me. Not now. Not in front of Bojack.
Zangya shot upward, creating distance as fast as her speed allowed, her hands glowing with cyan energy. Keep him away. Break his rhythm. Kill him if you can.
"Cosmic Lash!" she roared, sending a storm of razor-like energy threads down at Rosan. They crackled and hissed through the air, slicing everything they touched. The arena floor erupted in showers of sparks as they tore grooves into the marble.
But Rosan didn't dodge.
The golden warrior charged through the barrage, his aura burning through the threads like fire through spider silk. Sparks danced across his body, leaving shallow cuts, but the wounds closed almost instantly as his ki surged.
"Pathetic," Rosan spat, his voice a low growl under the roar of his aura. He blurred upward, appearing above her in less than a heartbeat. Before Zangya could react, his fist slammed into her stomach with bone-crushing force.
WHOOOM!
Her eyes bulged as spit and blood erupted from her mouth. The impact bent her body like a bow before sending her careening into the arena floor, carving a deep crater on impact.
Crowd Reaction Cutaway
Gasps rippled through the stands. Even seasoned fighters winced at the brutal strike.
Raditz erupted from his seat, laughter booming like thunder. "YES! SHOW HER, BOY! SHOW HER WHAT A TRUE SAIYAN IS!"Nappa slapped his knee, roaring with amusement. "That's what I'm talking about! No mercy!"Vegeta (Timeline 5) smirked faintly, though his eyes narrowed. "Hmph. Not bad… for a second-generation runt."
Across the way, Turles' arms were crossed, his smirk razor-sharp. "Raditz's pup has bite after all. But he's still sloppy."Bojack, however, was seething, his jaw tight as Zangya's form twitched in the rubble. "Get up," he muttered under his breath. "GET UP, DAMMIT."
Chi-Chi (Timeline 1) slapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh my goodness… that poor girl…"Bulma groaned. "This is getting out of hand."Videl looked away, unable to watch. "Isn't anyone going to stop this if it gets too bad?"
Dust exploded from the crater as Zangya launched upward, her aura flaring desperately. Her once-perfect teal hair was matted with dirt and blood, her outfit torn in jagged streaks. Her emerald eyes glowed with raw fury—and fear.
"YOU… LITTLE… MONSTER!" she screamed, hurling herself at Rosan with every ounce of remaining strength.
Her strikes were fast—blindingly fast—but Rosan blocked them all with lazy precision. Each punch, each kick, met the wall of his forearms like rain against a steel tower.
Then Rosan vanished.
Zangya's breath hitched. Where—
CRACK!
His elbow smashed into the side of her face, spinning her in mid-air. Before she could recover, his knee drove into her back, launching her downward at meteoric speed.
She crashed through three platforms before slamming into the main stage with an earth-shaking boom.
Family Reaction Cutaway
Master Roshi leapt to his feet, fists shaking. "That's ENOUGH! Stop it, you damn brute! You don't hit a lady like that! Not in my presence!"Krillin grabbed his sleeve. "Roshi, SIT DOWN! He'll kill you if you jump in!"18, arms still crossed, muttered coldly, "Then maybe don't volunteer for a death tournament if you're not ready to die."Roshi snapped back. "It's not about the rules! It's about class, dammit!"
Bulma (Timeline 2) rubbed her temples. "Oh, great, now Roshi's gonna explode."Chi-Chi (Timeline 1) huffed. "Honestly, that Raditz spawn needs a beating. Where's Goku when you need him?"Raditz overheard, barking with laughter. "Kakarot? That clown couldn't handle my son on his worst day!"
Kakarot replied - ''Do you want me to beat you and your son again?''
Zangya rose from the rubble on trembling legs. Blood dripped from her lips, her breath ragged, her pride shattered but not gone. She stared at Rosan, who floated above with his golden aura roaring like a sun.
"You think… you've won?" she rasped, summoning the last of her ki. Her hands glowed bright as miniature stars. "Then DIE WITH ME!"
She slammed her palms together. The sky tore open, a swirling black hole of energy spiraling into existence. A gravitational pull yanked at the arena as her technique condensed—a forbidden move from Bojack's arsenal.
"GALACTIC COLLAPSE!"
The sphere detonated, expanding into a roaring storm of annihilation. Platforms disintegrated. The air turned white-hot. The audience shielded their eyes as a shockwave rippled across the arena, strong enough to make even the gods glance twice.
When the light faded, the stage was a cratered wasteland.
Smoke curled into the void. Silence.
And then… laughter.
A low, cruel chuckle that slithered through the smoke like a serpent.
Rosan stepped forward, his golden aura brighter than ever. His body bore a few burns, some scratches—but nothing serious.
"Impressive trick," he said coldly. "But you're out of luck."
Zangya's knees buckled. Her energy was gone. Her vision blurred. And then Rosan was there—right in front of her, his shadow blotting out what little light remained.
She tried to lift her arm. It wouldn't move. Her lips trembled. "…please…"
For a fraction of a second, Rosan hesitated. A sliver of something human flickered in his eyes. Then it was gone.
His hand shot forward, wrapping around her throat like an iron vice.
"You fought well," he murmured, voice devoid of emotion. "But you're weak."
And with a brutal twist—SNAP!
Her body went limp.
Gasps erupted. Screams followed.
Rosan dropped her like trash, her corpse hitting the cracked tiles with a dull thud. Then he raised his bloodstained hand to the sky, his emerald eyes gleaming like a wolf in moonlight.
"WHO'S NEXT?" he roared, his voice shaking the coliseum to its foundations.
The audience exploded—half in awe, half in horror.
Master Roshi's face turned beet red with fury. "THAT DAMNED BRAT! SHE WAS A LADY! A BEAUTIFUL LADY!"Krillin grabbed him again. "ROSHI, SIT THE HELL DOWN!"18 raised an eyebrow. "I mean… it was kind of impressive."Roshi jabbed a trembling finger toward Raditz. "YOUR BOY'S A DEVIL!"
Raditz laughed like a madman, pounding his chest. "NO—HE'S A TEEN GOD!"Vegeta (Timeline 5) smirked, but his eyes flickered toward Turles. This tournament just got bloodier.Turles frowned faintly—not out of sympathy for Zangya, but annoyance. That fool… she should've stayed alive longer.
Across the stands, Chi-Chi (Timeline 1) covered Goten's eyes. "DON'T LOOK!"Bulma groaned. "Too late…"Videl whispered, pale as snow. "This is… insane…"
In the godly viewing chamber, a heavy silence followed the kill. One Beerus leaned forward lazily. "Well… looks like we've got our Second casualty."Another Beerus smirked. "About time. Things were getting boring."The first Beerus shrugged. "Let them play. One death won't break the balance."The angel smiled faintly. "Yet."
Rosan stood center-stage, golden aura crackling like a wildfire, Zangya's lifeless body sprawled behind him. His emerald eyes swept the coliseum, locking briefly with Turles—who smirked back—and then, for just a second, flicked toward Vegito.
Vegito smiled. Just a twitch at the corner of his mouth. Not bad, kid. Not bad.
But in the shadows of the opposite platform, Baby Vegito Black watched silently, those crimson eyes glowing faintly like the embers of hell.