Dragon Ball Super Across The Multiverses: Marvel, DC, Anime
[Warning: This story contains extreme sex scenes of different genders, violence, gore, sexual violence, and dark themes similar to Berserk and Hellsing. It is not suitable for most readers. Proceed only if you are comfortable with very heavy content.]
After the Tournament of Power ended, Android 17 stood before the Super Dragon Balls and made his selfless wish: to restore all the erased universes. The dragon granted it without hesitation.
But no one knew that buried deep inside the wish, hidden in the smallest crack of reality, was a name no one had spoken in billions of years.
Kuma.
The first child of the Dragon God Zalama.
The older brother of the Grand Priest.
The original being of darkness.
When the light of the wish touched the void, Kuma opened his eyes for the first time since his imprisonment. He was taller than his younger brother—towering, beautiful, and terrible. Black wings made of living shadow spread from his back. His skin was black like coal on bone, and his eyes burned with the cold fire of a dying star.
The moment he returned, the dark energy sealed inside him for eons exploded outward. It was strong enough to erase the entire multiverse in a single breath.
The Grand Priest felt his brother awaken. He appeared instantly, staff in hand, face calm but sad.
“Kuma,” he said softly. “You should not have come back.”
Kuma only smiled.
Then he reached out, grabbed his younger brother by the throat, and crushed the Grand Priest’s head like a ripe fruit. Golden blood and silver halo fragments rained across the sacred world of the gods.
With the Grand Priest dead, the balance broke. The chains that held the ancient evils snapped. Creatures far older and crueler than Demons, Angels, or Gods poured into every universe like a black flood.
The slaughter began.
Beerus was torn in half by a single claw.
Whis had his spine ripped out and used as a whip against the other Angels.
Belmod, Quitela, Sidra— The god's of Destruction were hunted down and butchered. Their bodies were hung from the ruins of their own planets like trophies.
On Earth, the Z Fighters made their final stand.
Gohan died shielding Pan from a monster that wore the skins of dead Kaioshin.
Piccolo’s arms were pulled off and his heart eaten while he still screamed.
Krillin’s head was crushed under a boot.
Vegeta fought until his final explosion took a thousand enemies with him—but it wasn’t enough.
Bulma was dragged away screaming by laughing shadow-beasts and was never seen alive again.
Chi-Chi and Goten were violated in front of Goku by creatures that fed on despair, then erased so completely that even their souls ceased to exist.
Goku himself was broken, beaten, bleeding. He watched everything he loved die or worse.
At the end, even Grand Zeno tried to fix it. The little Omni-King appeared with tears on his face, hands glowing, ready to erase the entire timeline and start over.
But Kuma was faster.
He murdered Zeno’s two royal guards in a spray of blood and bone. Then he forced the child-god to his knees, after a brutal battle, that lasted for weeks. With a cruel smile, Kuma made a wish on the Super Dragon Balls that still floated obediently in the void:
“Seal Zeno forever beneath my throne. Let him watch everything burn, unable to lift a finger.”
Super Shenron’s eyes flashed. Chains of black fire wrapped around Zeno and dragged him screaming into an endless crystal prison deep under Kuma’s newly built palace of screaming souls.
Darkness swallowed the multiverse.
The few survivors—broken warriors, terrified mortals, hiding gods—crawled into cracks between dimensions, praying the shadows would not find them.
Most of the dead were thrown into a new, deeper Hell where demons far worse than anything in King Yama’s domain waited with hungry smiles.
Others were simply erased forever, as if they had never been born at all.
