"Match Fourteen… Bardock of Timeline Five… vs… Android 21 of Timeline Eleven!"
Gasps and murmurs swept through the stands.
From the Saiyan Empire bench, Bardock rose slowly, cracking his neck as if the gravity here barely mattered. The black-haired warrior—scar across his cheek, eyes sharp with a savage glint—stepped forward. His crimson headband fluttered like a bloody banner in the void wind.
At his side stood Gine, her gentle features tight with anxiety. Her hands clenched into trembling fists as she watched her husband walk toward the killing ground.
"Bardock…" Her voice was soft, but her tone firm. "Don't let her get in your head. Android or not."
Bardock smirked over his shoulder. "Don't worry. I'll make it quick."
"Quick? For me?"
The voice purred through the arena like silk dipped in venom. All eyes turned as Android 21 entered. Pink skin gleaming faintly, snow-white hair cascading in perfect waves, eyes glowing gold with catlike slits. She walked with the grace of a predator in heels, her long tail swaying lazily like a serpent.
The crowd didn't know whether to cheer or stare in terrified awe.
Bardock's brow furrowed slightly. Her ki was… strange. Not purely mechanical like an Android. Not organic like a normal fighter. It writhed like candy-coated malice.
She licked her lips slowly as her gaze slid up and down his frame. "Mmm… they didn't tell me you were this handsome."
Bardock scoffed. "Save the flirting. You're going down."
"Oh, Bardock…" Her voice dripped honey. "You should know—I don't do quick fights."
From the stands, Gine's jaw dropped. "EXCUSE ME?!" Her voice cracked like a whip across the family section. "What did she just say?!"
Chi-Chi blinked. "Did she just—"
Bulma smirked. "Oh boy… this is about to get spicy."
Android 21 ignored the noise, bending forward ever so slightly, enough to make Gine's blood boil. "You smell strong. Saiyan blood… such flavor. I wonder… should I break you, or eat you?"
Bardock clenched his fists, golden sparks already crackling around him. "You can try."
His aura exploded—Super Saiyan blazing to life, golden flames licking the tiles beneath his boots. The crowd roared as the sheer heat rippled outward.
Gine leaned forward, fists tight. "That's it, Bardock! Show her who she's messing with!"
21 giggled softly, fangs peeking from her smirk. "Ohhh, shiny hair. Pretty. But…" Her tone shifted darker. "…I like messy."
The announcer swallowed hard. "BEGIN!"
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Bardock launched first—his speed a golden streak across the stage. 21 barely tilted her head before his fist smashed into her jaw with enough force to crater the floor.
WHAM!
The shockwave shook the arena. The stands gasped as Bardock didn't let up—hammering her with a blistering combo of punches and kicks, each blow detonating like a sonic boom.
21's body flickered in pink blurs, her arms whipping up to block—but Bardock broke through, burying a knee in her gut.
"OOF!" She doubled forward—only for his elbow to smash down on her spine, sending her crashing into the tiles.
Bardock landed hard, eyes blazing. "Get serious or stay down!"
21 rose slowly… and smiled. Not anger. Not pain. Hunger.
"Mmm… strong and rude. I like that."
She flicked her tongue over her lips and snapped her fingers. In an instant, her arm stretched like pink taffy, shooting across the arena like a whip. Bardock blocked—but another arm lashed from the other side, slamming into his ribs like an iron cable.
WHACK!
He grunted, skidding backward.
"What the hell—"
21's body **melted and rippled**, her torso twisting unnaturally as she slithered forward. "Surprise~"
She lunged, her tail coiling around his arm like a python, pulling him in close—face to face. Her voice was a whisper against his ear:
"Ever been tasted by a goddess?"
Bardock snarled, headbutting her so hard the sound cracked like thunder. "Keep dreaming!"
Blood trickled from her lip. She giggled—low and sultry. "Ohhh, I love a man who plays rough."
From the stands, Gine exploded. "SOMEONE GET ME DOWN THERE RIGHT NOW!" She gripped the railing so tight it bent. "That pink harlot is DEAD!"
Bulma leaned toward Chi-Chi. "Wanna bet Gine jumps in before the fight's over?"
Chi-Chi grimaced. "I don't think she's joking."
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Bardock didn't give her time to regroup. He yanked his arm free, ki blazing as he roared forward with a devastating barrage, fists blurring so fast the air ignited.
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!
Each strike rocked her body, sending chunks of pink flesh flying. For a moment, it looked like he'd overpowered her—until the **chunks of flesh… slithered back**, fusing into her frame like liquid candy.
She giggled, voice warping into something darker. "Mmm… that tickled."
Bardock's eyes narrowed. "Regeneration, huh?"
"Oh, more than that."
Her aura erupted—a pink inferno shot through with streaks of black. Her body shifted—hips widening, claws elongating, her eyes burning gold. Her voice dropped into a sultry growl.
"I'm done playing gentle."
The stage cracked under her power as her new form towered slightly taller, dripping menace and lust in equal measure.
She snapped her fingers—and the ground beneath Bardock liquefied into pink ooze, snaring his legs like glue. Before he could blast free, she split in two, the second body slithering behind him like a shadow.
"What—"
The clone's arms wrapped around his neck, whispering in his ear:
"Ever wonder what it's like… to be inside me?"
Bardock snarled, detonating his aura in a golden explosion—obliterating the clone into mist. But the original came from the side, her leg stretching like a whip, smashing him across the arena.
CRASH!
He slammed into the tiles, coughing blood, just as she melted into a puddle and slithered toward him like living tar.
"Run, little Saiyan…" Her voice came from everywhere. "The more you fight, the sweeter you taste."
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Bardock blasted upward, fury blazing. His aura burned hotter, lightning crackling faintly around his form. His teeth bared in a savage grin.
"You want serious?" His voice was a growl. "Fine. I'll show you HELL."
The arena trembled as his ki spiked, golden flames roaring higher, electricity dancing across his arms—**Super Saiyan 2 awakening**.
Gine's eyes widened, her anger mixing with awe. "Bardock…"
Android 21 smirked, licking her lips as the sparks lit her face. "Ooooh… now you're making me excited."
Their eyes locked—hunter and huntress, predator and predator—
The arena quaked under the pressure of Bardock's new aura. Golden flames writhed like living serpents, threaded with jagged bolts of lightning that scorched the tiles beneath his boots. His hair spiked sharper, his eyes burning with primal fury as Super Saiyan 2 surged through his veins.
The crowd gasped in waves.
Whis smirked faintly, tilting his staff. "Oh, more than bite, Lord Beerus. That Saiyan's control is… fascinating."
Beerus - ''How many Super Saiyan 3 are there? almost every warrior here has that form''
Whis Replied - ''Remember Beerus, they select the most exciting Timeline out there for this tournament, So its pretty stacked''
From the Saiyan Empire bench, Rosan shot to his feet. "That's it! That's power, Bardock! Make her regret breathing!"
Gine clutched the rail, heart hammering. Her husband was blazing like a war god, but the knot in her stomach tightened as 21's laughter slithered through the arena.
"Oooh… sparks and thunder," she purred, licking her lips as her claws flexed. "You really know how to make a girl's circuits overheat."
Bardock didn't flinch. His jaw clenched, his voice dropping to a guttural growl. "I'm done playing games."
"Same," she hissed—then vanished.
Her body blurred into a pink flash, reappearing behind him with claws aimed for his spine. Bardock spun, fist crashing into her forearm with enough force to send shockwaves spiraling outward. The tiles split like glass.
They became a blur of motion—Bardock hammering her with savage combinations, his fists like golden meteors, her stretching limbs whipping and coiling to strike from impossible angles. Her arm lashed like a serpent—he grabbed it mid-snap and hurled her across the arena like a ragdoll.
She smashed into the ground—then melted into pink ooze, reforming behind him with a smirk that dripped malice. "Mmm… rough and fast. I approve."
Bardock snarled, his fist blazing as it smashed through her torso, blowing half her body apart in a fountain of pink chunks. But the fragments slithered back together, fusing with sickening ease.
"Not bad," she purred, reforming her curves with a sultry stretch. "You'd be delicious as dessert."
From the benches, Vegeta scoffed, arms crossed. "Tch. Filthy machine. She's strong, but… nothing he can't handle."
Goku's grin widened. "Man, Bardock's killing it out there! I knew the old man still had it in him!"
Future Trunks' jaw was tight. "That… regeneration. It's like Majin Buu."
Gast spoke from his isolated perch, voice deep as mountains. "Not like. It is. She carries Buu's cells—and his obscene regeneration."
Shun's crimson eyes gleamed with curiosity. "Interesting… and yet, the Saiyan still pushes her back. Remarkable."
Android 18 frowned, arms crossed as her cold gaze tracked every move. "If she has Buu's body… then why does it feel like Bardock's holding the advantage?"
Android 16 Replied ''Because he is far stronger than kid buu!''
Bardock's blows became faster, sharper, every strike detonating chunks of the platform as lightning crackled across his golden aura. His roar split the air as he hammered 21 into the ground with a double-fisted smash, cratering the arena so deep the shockwaves rattled the barrier.
21 lay in the pit for a heartbeat—then her body liquefied entirely, slithering upward in a serpentine spiral before solidifying again. This time, her grin was feral, her tail snapping like a whip as her power flared violently.
"You're fun… but I'm hungry now."
She raised a hand—a glowing pink orb spiraled into existence, its surface swirling with ominous energy.
Bardock narrowed his eyes. "What the hell is that—"
She fired. The beam lanced forward like a spear of sugar-coated death—the Candy Beam—but Bardock sidestepped in a golden blur, the attack detonating into a crystalline explosion that shattered half the crater into sparkling fragments.
21's smirk widened. "Don't run, pretty boy. I want a taste."
Bardock lunged, fist blazing, but her body split in two again—one half grappling him from behind while the other clawed at his chest. He tore the clone apart with a roar, chunks dissolving into mist—but the real 21 used the opening to coil her tail around his throat, slamming him into the ground with bone-crushing force.
"Gotcha," she hissed, her tongue flicking near his ear. "Let me in…"
Her torso liquefied, slithering along his arm, trying to force its way into his mouth and nose like living sludge.
The audience gasped in collective horror.
Gine's scream ripped through the stands. "NO!"
Bardock's aura detonated in a violent eruption of lightning and flame, blasting her back in chunks that splattered across the arena. He rose slowly, breathing hard, electricity dancing along his body. His glare could have melted suns.
"You're disgusting," he spat.
21 reformed, giggling even as pink fluid dripped down her chin. "And you're stubborn. I like that in my meals."
She lunged again—faster, harder, her blows wild and vicious, claws raking sparks off his guard. But Bardock was done playing defense. He roared, smashing through her guard with a thunderous uppercut that sent her rocketing skyward—then appeared above her in an instant, slamming her down with an elbow that cratered the arena so deep it shook the stands.
Blood sprayed. For the first time, her smirk faltered.
From the Universe benches, murmurs spread like wildfire.
Kakarot from the Saiyan Empire timeline leaned forward, grinning savagely. "Hah! That's what a real warrior looks like. Break her, Bardock!"
Gast's voice rumbled again. "Even Kid Buu, in his purest chaos, could overwhelm most fighters… yet this Saiyan crushes her with raw Power."
21's chest heaved as steam hissed off her body. She had regenerated from every strike, split herself into clones, tried to consume him from the inside—but Bardock stood there, golden flames raging higher, untouched by fear.
And then he smirked.
"You're tough," he admitted, cracking his neck slowly. "Almost as bad as that Buu freak. But…" His grin turned savage. "You're not enough."
Her eyes narrowed. "Not enough? You can't kill me. I'll keep coming back until you're candy in my hands."
Bardock tilted his head, his voice dropping to a growl that vibrated through the arena. "Then I'll hit you so hard even your atoms beg for mercy."
The air trembled as his aura erupted like a supernova, golden flames exploding outward in titanic waves. The stands gasped as his hair lengthened, flowing in a wild golden mane that shimmered like molten metal. His brow ridges sharpened, his body bulking with raw power.
The ground split apart, chunks levitating as lightning storms tore across the sky.
The arena drowned in his roar—a primal bellow that shattered the silence like a god of war calling judgment. His ki was so vast the barrier flickered violently, forcing angels to reinforce it with glowing sigils.
21 staggered back, eyes wide for the first time. "Wh-what…?"
Bardock's glare cut through her like a blade of suns. "This is the part where you break."
He moved—and the world bent. One moment he stood; the next, his fist buried in her stomach, ripping through her body like paper. Pink fluid sprayed as she screamed, chunks flying before she could even react.
He didn't stop. He ripped her in half with his bare hands, hurling the pieces skyward—then appeared above them, detonating both halves with a ki blast so massive it turned the sky white.
Her voice echoed as smoke cleared, laughter bubbling from the storm of vapor. "I'll… keep… coming back…"
Pink gas swirled, reforming—slower now, shakier, but still alive. Her smirk returned, weaker, tinged with desperation. "See…? You can't—"
Bardock was already there. His fist smashed through her face, obliterating her head in a geyser of gore. The body collapsed—then writhed, regenerating again.
Again.
Again.
Each time, Bardock tore her apart faster, his power crushing her like a hammer against glass. He pummeled her with a barrage of blows so fast the air screamed, bones shattering, flesh bursting, chunks vaporizing before they could hit the ground.
The regeneration slowed. Her laughter cracked. Her movements faltered.
She staggered, reforming with ragged breath, pink skin slick with her own fluid. "I… I can't…"
Bardock loomed above her, golden mane blazing like a sun, his aura tearing at reality. His voice was cold as a blade. "Forfeit. Or I erase you completely."
Silence choked the arena. The crowd leaned in, hearts pounding.
Android 21 looked up, eyes burning with rage and shame—and then… she smiled faintly, bitter and sultry all at once.
"…You're… infuriating."
She raised a trembling hand. "I… forfeit."
The announcer's voice cracked as he roared, "WINNER—BARDOCK OF TIMELINE FIVE!"
The stands exploded in chaos. Cheers thundered from the Saiyan bench. Goku punched the air, laughing. "That was AWESOME!" Vegeta smirked with a rare gleam of respect. "Hmph. The old man's got teeth after all."
Beerus yawned, though the flicker in his eyes betrayed interest. "Not bad. For a Saiyan."
Vegito grinned wide. "Heh… now I really want a turn with him."
Gine collapsed to her knees, sobbing with relief—then sprang up, rage burning as she pointed at 21, who slumped against the tiles, defeated but smirking faintly.
"You… stay away from my husband!"
21 giggled weakly, licking blood from her lip. "Ohhh, Gine, sweetie… If I wanted him…" Her grin widened. "…he'd already be dessert."
Gine's scream shook the section. Bardock just walked past, golden mane fading, his voice gruff as ever:
"Don't flatter yourself."
And so the first block of the tournament comes to a end.