"Next match! Future Gohan of Timeline One… versus Emperor Frieza of Timeline Eight!"
The coliseum erupted into mixed reactions.
Timeline 1's Bench
Goku's grin widened, teeth flashing under the cosmic glow of the Grand Arena. His fists clenched with excitement, but his eyes… they were sharp, focused, like a predator waiting for the kill."Heh! This is it, Gohan! Show him what a true Saiyan can do!"
Beside him, Vegeta's arms crossed tighter, his jaw angled downward in quiet arrogance. The Prince's smirk was razor sharp, his voice dripping with command:"Don't get sloppy, brat. This isn't just a fight—it's a statement. Prove that Kakarot's whelp can actually hold his own."
Future Trunks shifted uncomfortably, his grip tightening around his sword hilt until the leather squeaked. His gaze stayed locked on the figure across the arena, the glint of gold shimmering faintly even at this distance.Frieza… He's supposed to be dead. Twice. How the hell is he here again?
Even Uub, seated quietly on the far edge of the bench, felt the weight of this battle. His chest rose slowly, remembering the suffocating pressure of his own match.If Gohan wins this… it means everything. It means our timeline isn't just strong—it's untouchable.
Timeline 8 – Frieza's Eternal Empire Bench
Gasps erupted at first… then laughter. The kind of laughter that dripped with venom and faith in absolute dominance.
Zarbon leaned back casually, his emerald hair glinting as his lips curled into a mocking smile."Oh my… the mighty emperor will grace us with his full strength. How… generous of him."
Dodoria roared with laughter, his massive palm slapping against the barrier so hard it boomed like a drum."That Namekian freak and monkey boy won't even know what hit 'em! This'll be over in seconds!"
But Shun, the crimson-marked Frost Demon, didn't laugh. His sleek frame leaned forward, claws tapping rhythmically against the steel armrest. His ruby eyes gleamed like twin daggers, narrowed and unblinking.Future Gohan… You're strong. But Frieza… he's ascended beyond Golden as we know it. He's not here to play. He's here to erase.
And then—Frieza rose.
Not like a warrior ready for a fight. Like a god walking to judgment day. Every step deliberate. Elegant. Heavy with power.
His Golden Form ignited the void like a newborn sun, the blinding light reflecting off the arena's polished tiles. The glow rippled across the multiverse barriers, making even the divine spectators lean forward. His body was sculpted perfection—sleek lines, lethal poise, golden sheen polished to mirror-like brilliance.
He didn't glance at his team. Didn't acknowledge the roaring crowd.He simply existed, and reality bent around that existence as if to worship him.
Frieza's voice slid through the silence, smooth and venomous as ever:"Ah… Gohan. The boy who once humbled me on Namek with that… unfortunate family resemblance. How poetic this is."
The way he said it—calm, cruel, and drenched in superiority—made even Vegeta's neck prickle with old ghosts.
Family Section
Far above, in the protected observation stands, chaos bloomed.
Bulma from Timeline 1 slapped her forehead hard enough to echo."Why does it have to be him?! Of all people!"
Future Bulma gritted her teeth, white-knuckled against the rail."Frieza… again. And Gohan's the one standing there. If anything happens to him—"
Chi-Chi's shrill voice cracked the tension like thunder."You boys NEVER stop! And now my baby—well, my future baby—is fighting an EMPEROR?! Why can't anyone just have a normal tournament for ONCE?!"
Videl stood silent, pale-faced, her jaw trembling—but not with fear. With determination."He's trained for this. He's stronger than anyone gives him credit for."
Meanwhile, far across in Timeline 8's section, there were no tears. No gasps. Only pride.Zarbon leaned closer to Shun, voice a whisper of amusement."Watch closely. You'll see why our emperor's reign has no end."
Shun didn't reply. His crimson eyes burned brighter, calculating. Waiting.
The battlefield shifted. The floating platforms condensed into one monumental stage, a circular titan glimmering beneath radiant streams of cosmic energy.
Future Gohan strode forward slowly—deliberate, silent, an executioner walking toward destiny. His scarred gi fluttered faintly in the void wind. One arm swung loose, its weight like a pendulum of judgment. His face was calm. Too calm.
He stopped. Met Frieza's gaze. And in that silence was the promise of war.
Future Gohan spoke, voice like cold iron:"I don't care what timeline you crawled out of, Frieza. This ends the same way it always should have—you defeated, nothing more than a memory."
Frieza tilted his head, mock pity painting his smirk."Oh, how quaint. The half-breed with one arm and delusions of grandeur. Tell me, Gohan… will you beg like your father did?"
The air froze. Temperature plummeted. Even the gods watching above stilled.
On the benches, Goku's grin snapped away like glass shattering. His fists tightened, trembling with a rage he didn't voice."Frieza… you just made a mistake."
Timeline 5 (Saiyan Empire)
Bardock barked out a harsh laugh, slapping his thigh."Finally! Someone talking like a REAL fighter! Damn… makes me wanna jump in myself, even more because it's Frieza!"
Kakarot, ruthless and sharp-eyed, sneered with a predator's grin."That Frieza guy… strong as hell. But the brat? If he's anything like our Gohan… this could get ugly fast."
Rosan spat on the ground."Talk all you want. Only power decides who walks away."
Timeline 9 (Earthlings)
Tien's jaw clenched until his teeth creaked."That energy… it's insane. Frieza's not even showing full power yet."
Roshi stroked his beard, voice deep with caution."Frieza's aura reeks of malice… but that boy… that boy carries something else entirely."
Launch twirled her gun lazily, lips curling in a smirk."Bet five zeni the pretty boy wins."
Timeline 6 (Baby Vegito Black)
No sound. No movement.Only red eyes glimmering faintly from beneath a hood, and a slow, serpentine grin spreading.Interesting.
The announcer swallowed hard and raised his trembling hand."Match Ten… BEGIN!"
The First Clash
The word barely left his lips before Frieza moved.
One instant, stillness.The next—a shockwave tearing reality apart as Frieza vanished into a golden streak. No warm-up. No hesitation.
His tail lashed like a serpent, and his golden-clad fist arced for Gohan's skull.
CLANG!
The sound split the silence—not bone shattering, but something far greater. Power meeting defiance.
Gohan didn't dodge. Didn't stumble. He raised his arm—one arm—and blocked. Effortlessly. His expression didn't even twitch.
Future Gohan's voice dropped like a blade."Is that it?"
Frieza's grin widened unnaturally, stretching with malice."Oh… delightful. You've grown some teeth since our… previous encounters."
He vanished again—this time behind Gohan, Death Beam already hissing through the void. The crimson spear shot—Only to split into glittering fragments mid-flight, bisected by a flick of Gohan's wrist.
Ki crackled like divine judgment.
Dodoria's jaw fell open, words breaking like glass."He… he cut it?!"
Zarbon's smirk dissolved into a frown."Impossible. That speed… that precision… he didn't even look."
And then Shun spoke, his tone like honed steel."He's not ordinary. That's no mere Mystic form… he's evolved."
Vegeta smirked from the bench, teeth flashing like a wolf's."That's right, Frieza. This isn't the same weakling brat you remember."
Goku's grin returned—fierce, savage."Get him, Gohan."
he smirk was gone. The playful mockery replaced by something else. Something feral.
Frieza's entire aura detonated in a pillar of molten gold that tore through the void like a god's wrath. The Grand Arena shook violently, its layered barriers screeching as angels reinforced them. Cracks spiderwebbed across the tiles at Gohan's feet, as though reality itself bent beneath the Emperor's fury.
Frieza's voice ripped through the silence like a blade:"No more games, boy. You've made me angry."
He vanished.
The air screamed where he stood, collapsing inward. Then—
CRASH!A knee drove into Gohan's gut with cataclysmic force, the blow detonating like a meteor strike. His body bent forward, the impact shaking even the godly seats. Before he could recover, Frieza's tail whipped around like a golden serpent, slamming against his ribs with bone-rattling brutality. Sparks erupted as the strike shattered the floor beneath them.
The arena roared to life.
Timeline 8's bench exploded in manic cheer.Dodoria, spit flying: "YES! Show him his place, Lord Frieza!"Zarbon slammed his fist against the barrier, wild-eyed. "Break him! Make him crawl!"
Frieza didn't stop. He blurred, afterimages painting the battlefield in streaks of gold. His fists carved through the air with sound-barrier-shattering force, every strike detonating like bombs.
The sky itself fractured under the sheer velocity. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
Finally—one devastating hook smashed Gohan across the jaw, hurling him like a ragdoll into the far wall. The barrier rippled violently as the impact cratered the platform. Dust and fragments spiraled outward in a golden storm.
Gohan slid down the wall slowly, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His breathing was steady, calm—unnervingly so. His single arm dangled at his side like an executioner's blade.
The crowd's frenzy dimmed as they noticed it.
He isn't broken. He isn't even shaken.
Timeline 1 Bench
Goku shot to his feet, fists trembling like a dam ready to burst."Gohan!"
Vegeta didn't move. His arms were still crossed, but the faint twitch at his jaw betrayed the fire burning inside. His voice came low, venom-laced:"Don't you dare lose, boy. Don't you dare."
Frieza hovered above the crater, laughing with manic ecstasy."Do you feel it now?! The weight of despair?! The futility of hope when standing before PERFECTION?! I am eternal, Gohan! I am POWER!"
The Emperor's grin widened, eyes bloodshot with obsession."Say it! Admit you are NOTHING!"
He dove, golden aura howling around him like a storm of wrath.
But before his blow could land—
CRACK!
The sound split the world.
Frieza froze mid-swing, eyes bulging in disbelief. His body convulsed as Gohan's fist—his one arm—sank deep into his ribs, folding his golden armor-like flesh inward. Blood exploded from his mouth in a crimson spray as his body arched grotesquely around the strike.
Gohan's voice was ice:"Are you done?"
The calm shattered.
Gohan's aura erupted—not with screaming theatrics, but with a silent detonation that swallowed the entire arena in blinding white fire. Ki surged like a tidal wave, bending the very fabric of space. The floor beneath him fractured into shards, levitating under the gravitational pull of his power.
Light. Heat. Silence—then the roar of energy that drowned out existence.
The Perfect Mystic.
Every hair on his head shimmered in a silver-white blaze, his eyes molten suns locked in unyielding resolve. His body radiated divine wrath—the wrath of a warrior who had carried too much loss for too long.
The arena stilled. No one moved. No one breathed. Even the gods above felt it—a ripple in creation itself.
Whis tilted his head, lips curling faintly."Oh my… now this is interesting."
Beerus leaned forward, his expression unreadable, ears twitching at the seismic pulse of power.
On the benches—
Vegito's grin split wide, feral."There it is. Hah. That's what I wanted to see."
Broly's teeth bared in something between hunger and thrill."Strong… but still prey."
Baby Vegito Black exhaled a low chuckle, eyes glimmering like rubies in the dark."Pathetic. Both of them. But… amusing."
Chi-Chi's hands flew to her mouth, tears streaming freely."Gohan… my baby… what—what is that?"
Bulma gripped the rail so hard her knuckles bled."That's not calm anymore, Chi-Chi. That's… something else. Something beyond."
Future Bulma whispered, voice trembling."He's not the same boy I knew… he's a god now."
Even Launch, who'd seen gods and monsters, dropped her gun."Holy hell… that ain't a fight anymore. That's a damn judgment day."
Frieza staggered back, clutching his ribs, wheezing raggedly. His golden plates—once immaculate—were cracked, splintered like brittle glass. Horror crept into his crimson eyes for the first time in decades.
"No… no, no, no! I am Frieza! I am immortal!"
He shrieked, pouring every shred of his being into his power. Golden light roared, the ground liquefying under the intensity. His aura spiked beyond anything mortal eyes could bear, vaporizing debris in his wake.
Frieza's voice tore the air apart:"I WON'T BE OUTDONE BY A HALF-BREED! DIE!"
The golden tyrant gathered a blazing orb between his claws—a sun of destruction, swelling with gravitational force so immense the tiles beneath bent and screamed. The orb pulsed violently, arcs of raw power lashing the arena into chaos.
The name echoed from his lips like a curse:"EMPEROR'S NOVA!"
He hurled it.
The world turned black under the blinding light. Space warped inward, sucking the oxygen from reality. The orb screamed toward Gohan with the force of an apocalypse—its surface writhing with molten gold and blood-red lightning.
The crowd panicked—even some warriors staggered to their feet in instinctive dread.
Shun, whispering through a grin:"Now that… is beautiful."
Dodoria collapsed to his knees, trembling."Yes! Yes! Burn him! BURN HIM!"
And then—silence.
Because Gohan didn't dodge.
He walked into it.
One step. Two. His aura shredded the orb's edges with each stride, stripping its layers like paper. White fire licked through the cracks as the Emperor's ultimate attack split in two, unraveling like thread in the wind.
Frieza's laughter died in his throat. His pupils shrank to pinpricks of terror.
And Gohan was there—already at his chest.
The half-breed's voice was colder than death:"This… is for everyone you ever killed."
The punch landed.
A single strike—no flourish, no roar, no wasted motion. But its force ripped through existence like a star imploding.
Frieza's body contorted grotesquely around the blow as his golden shell shattered, fragments spiraling like molten shards into the void. His scream tore the sky as blood erupted from his mouth in a crimson torrent.
Then silence.
The Emperor crashed to the arena floor with a bone-crunching THUD, his once-glorious form a broken husk. Unmoving. Defeated.
Chaos. Roars. Screams. Gasps.
Timeline 1 exploded in unrestrained triumph.Goku leapt so high he nearly broke the barrier, laughing with savage pride."That's my boy!!!"
Vegeta's smirk carved across his face like a blade, arms folding in arrogant satisfaction."Hmph. About damn time."
Future Trunks exhaled sharply, relief flooding his features as his grip loosened on his sword."He did it… Kami, he actually did it."
Timeline 8—Hell incarnate.
Zarbon collapsed to his knees, trembling, tears streaming unchecked."No… no, this… this isn't real…"
Dodoria sobbed like a broken child, clutching his head."Lord Frieza… no… no…"
And then Shun. Silent. Still. And smiling wider than ever."So this is what a hybrid pushed past his edge looks like… delicious."
Other Benches
Baby Vegito Black's grin widened fractionally."…Better than expected."
Broly's laugh rolled like thunder, predatory and savage."Strong… but not enough."
Vegito rose slowly, his smirk feral, teeth glinting under the cosmic glow."Alright, kid… you're mine next."
Gast muttered low, analytical eyes gleaming:"Reckless expenditure… but effective."
Family Section
Bulma fainted for a split second before catching herself, chest heaving.Chi-Chi collapsed into Videl's arms, sobbing with joy and terror all at once.Future Bulma pressed her trembling hands to her lips, whispering:"You… you're something else now, Gohan…"
Even Launch—ever the cynic—just stared, wide-eyed and breathless."Holy hell… that wasn't a fight. That was a massacre."
Gohan stood at the epicenter, his one arm hanging loose, chest rising and falling in calm, even rhythm. His aura flickered, dying down into silence, but his gaze… his gaze never wavered.
He looked across the arena. Past the broken emperor. Past the chaos. Straight at Vegito. Then Broly.
And finally—his eyes locked with Baby Vegito Black.
That calm stare said one thing:I'm ready for whoever comes next.