Here's that full transition scene — no hype or over-narration, just clean dialogue and natural reactions between timelines as they review the upcoming fights.
Intermission — The Bracket Revealed
The arena lights dimmed slightly. The angels gathered in the center again, robes flowing with quiet precision. Daishinkan stood between them, hands folded behind his back.
"Warriors of all timelines," he said evenly, his voice carrying through the barrier and into every section of the stands, "the first wave of battles has concluded. The next phase will begin shortly. You will have thirty minutes to recover, discuss, and prepare."
With a flick of his hand, a shining projection appeared above him — a lattice of names forming the next round.
He gestured upward.
Future Gohan (T1) vs Yajirobe (T9)
Vegito (T2) vs King Vegeta (T5)
Baby Vegito Black (T6) vs Krillin (T9)
Gast (T7) vs Piccolo (T1)
Future Trunks (T1) vs Ruthless Kakarot (T5)
Uub (T1) vs Taizo (T10)
Rosan (T5) vs Krillin (T2)
Present Gohan (T1) vs Tapion (T12)
Vegeta (T1) vs Broly (T4)
Goku (T1) vs Kami (T7)
Bardock (T5) vs Tien (T9)
Ruthless Vegeta (T5) vs Android 19 (T3)
Android 20 (T3) vs Slug (T7)
Uub (T2) vs Krillin (T9)
Roshi Prime (T9) vs Rosan (T5)
Daishinkan closed his hand, and the projection faded. "You may resume in thirty minutes."
He and the angels vanished.
Conversations Between Timelines
Frieza's tail lashed once, striking the floor with a sharp crack."Stand, brother," he hissed through perfect teeth. "The Empire does not observe battles — it conquers them."
Shun didn't move. His voice, when it came, was calm — too calm.
"I've seen what conquering brings. You, Father. All of you. Worlds that kneel only to burn later. Civilizations that rise again, more monstrous than before. I will not repeat the loop."
King Cold's booming laughter rolled across the bench.
"The boy grows sentimental — how amusing! A Cold who bleeds philosophy."
Frieza's eye twitched.Cooler simply looked away, muttering, "He's afraid."
That word — afraid — carried like poison.All around, the soldiers of Timeline 8 stiffened in outrage.The elite Frieza troopers whispered among themselves, disbelief spreading like wildfire.Their Emperor, the Platinum Heir, refusing combat? It was blasphemy.
Daishinkan tilted his head ever so slightly, intrigued. "You refuse your right to fight?"
Shun met his gaze. His eyes glowed a deep blue.
"Not refuse — choose. I came here to witness evolution, not participate in repetition. Every universe here is chasing the same shadow: domination, destruction, rebirth. I want to see who breaks the cycle."
The noise returned slowly — first murmurs, then full discussion as groups gathered, comparing names and outcomes.
Future Gohan vs Yajirobe
Future Trunks leaned on the railing beside his counterpart.
"Your match is first," he said. "That Yajirobe isn't like the one we knew. He dropped Dodoria in one swing."
Gohan nodded quietly. "I'll keep my guard up. Still… he's human. I'll treat him with respect."
From the ninth timeline's stands, Yajirobe was already eating again, calling out between bites. "Hey, kid! Don't worry — I'll make it quick."
Krillin from the same team smirked. "That's his idea of a pep talk."
Vegito vs King Vegeta
Vegeta (T1) crossed his arms, watching his fusion self from across the field. "So you're really fighting my father."
Vegito's smirk was sharp. "He's strong, I'll give him that. But he's too proud to adapt. He'll fight like it's still the throne room."
"Don't underestimate him," Vegeta said. "That pride's the only reason our line exists."
From Timeline 5, King Vegeta turned his head slightly, meeting their gaze with the faintest glare before looking away.
Baby Vegito Black vs Krillin (T9)
Krillin (T9) sighed, rubbing his temple. "Why do I get the nightmare fusion?"
Krillin (T2) grinned. "Maybe because you keep winning. Guess it's your turn to see what we've been dealing with."
Bulma (T1) glanced up from her monitor. "His readings are erratic — but you've handled worse, Krillin. Don't think much of it."
"Right," Krillin said, straightening up. "That's usually how I survive."
Gast vs Piccolo (T1)
Across the Namekian seating section, silence lingered.
Piccolo (T1) and Gast had locked eyes again. They hadn't spoken since Slug's defeat.
Piccolo (T2) leaned toward them from the neighboring group. "If you two start that stare-down now, the match will never begin."
Gast gave a calm nod. "He's strong. I'll enjoy testing our people's limits."
Piccolo answered, tone steady. "We'll find out which one of us defines them."
Even the angels watching from above shifted slightly at the pressure between them.
Future Trunks vs Ruthless Kakarot
Vegeta (T1) exhaled through his nose. "My son against that feral version of Kakarot. Hmph."
Future Trunks adjusted his sword strap. "I've fought worse than monsters. But I'll admit… his energy feels unnatural."
Kakarot (T5) was stretching his arms, eyes half-lidded. "Can't wait to see if the kid's got spine."
Ruthless Vegeta (T5) grinned. "If he does, you'll break it."
Uub (T1) vs Taizo (T10)
Uub sat in quiet meditation. Goku (T1) watched from behind. "You're calm," Goku said.
"I learned something watching my other self," Uub answered. "Strength's only useful when your mind's steady."
From Timeline 10's section, Taizo rolled his shoulders and grinned. "Don't go holding back just because I'm human too."
"I won't," Uub said simply.
Rosan (T5) vs Krillin (T2)
Krillin (T2) stretched, cracking his knuckles. "Another Rosan, huh? These guys never stop talking."
From the opposite side, Rosan raised a fist and laughed. "We'll see if you're tougher than your timeline's haircut!"
Goten (T2) muttered to Trunks, "Every version of that guy's a comedian."
Present Gohan (T1) vs Tapion (T12)
Bulma (T1) studied the display. "That's a dangerous pairing. Tapion's still recovering."
Gohan (T1) looked troubled. "He's injured. I'll make it fair, not cruel."
Tapion nodded across the distance, adjusting his arm wrap. "Do that, and I'll give you everything I have left."
Vegeta (T1) vs Broly (T4)
"I've been waiting for this," he said simply. "The Prince of a race that couldn't keep up."
Vegeta's smirk returned. "You'll regret that insult when I plant you into the tiles."
Broly tilted his head, not mocking, just assessing. "You sound like the others before they burned."
For the first time, a faint ripple of gold flickered around Vegeta's frame, just a pulse. "I'm not like them. You'll learn that quick enough."
From behind, Piccolo murmured, "You can feel it… both of them suppressing everything just to stay contained."
Goku (T1) vs Kami (T7)
Goku scratched the back of his head. "Man, fighting my old teacher's gonna feel weird."
Kami smiled faintly. "If it feels comfortable, you're not learning."
"Guess that means I'll have to hit you pretty hard then," Goku said with a grin.
"I expect nothing less."
Bardock (T5) vs Tien (T9)
Tien (T9) was tightening his arm wraps when Bardock walked by. The older Saiyan stopped. "You're one of the few here who fights like a soldier. Don't disappoint me."
Tien didn't answer, just nodded once. "Likewise."
Ruthless Vegeta (T5) vs Android 19 (T3)
Ruthless Vegeta looked at the approaching android and cracked his neck. "The one who drained Kakarot once, huh? Let's see if history repeats."
Android 19 bowed stiffly. "My current parameters exceed those records."
"We'll fix that," Vegeta said, already smirking.
Android 20 (T3) vs Slug (T7)
Slug had been waiting for this since his loss to Gast. "Finally, someone I can crush without guilt."
Gero folded his hands behind his back. "I doubt that, Namekian. My intellect is your weakness."
"We'll see how much that intellect helps when your jaw's broken," Slug replied, grinning.
Uub (T2) vs Krillin (T9)
Uub (T2) stood up quietly, watching the arena. His black-and-red eyes from before were calm now, but the memory of his power lingered.
Krillin (T9) laughed nervously. "So I'm fighting that kid? Great."
Vegeta (T2) looked at him from his seat. "If you last five seconds, I'll buy you dinner."
"That's not helping, Vegeta."
Roshi Prime (T9) vs Rosan (T5)
Rosan (T5) commented. ''Huh? im am fighting 2 times?''
Roshi Prime adjusted his hat, his expression surprisingly serious. "I wonder if he has my old discipline or just my bad habits."
Rosan (T5) smiled. "Depends on which you want to test first, old man."
Closing of the Intermission
As the clock above the arena reached its halfway mark, the angels reappeared silently, signaling that the next phase was approaching.
Here's the clean, direct continuation — no exaggeration, no hype language, just a steady, grounded flow of events and character reactions:
Match 31 — Future Gohan (T1) vs Yajirobe (T9)
The arena lit again as the two stepped onto the tiles.
Future Gohan bowed once, respectful. "Yajirobe… I've heard stories about your courage in another time. It's an honor."
Yajirobe squinted, scratching the side of his head. "Uh, okay. You're pretty weird, you know that?"
He drew his sword without ceremony. "Let's just get this over with."
The instant Daishinkan signaled, Yajirobe lunged forward, blade flashing. His swing came fast—clean, efficient, not sloppy at all. It might have caught someone unprepared.
But Gohan caught the sword between two fingers.
Yajirobe's eyes widened. "What—how—"
Gohan's voice was calm. "In another reality, you and I are friends. Come back stronger the next time."
He flicked Yajirobe's forehead with a snap of his finger. The impact sent a shockwave through the ring. Yajirobe flew backward like a thrown stone, hitting the barrier hard enough to crack the surface light and dropped to his knees before collapsing.
The angel raised a hand. "Winner: Future Gohan, Timeline One."
Yajirobe groaned, half-conscious. "...what the hell was that…"
From Timeline 9's seats, their Krillin leaned over the railing. "Man, that was brutal."
Tien sighed. "At least he lasted long enough to make contact."
Their Roshi shook his head. "Contact with his forehead."
Even Future Trunks smiled faintly. "Guess even in another world, some things never change."
Match 32 — Vegito (T2) vs King Vegeta (T5)
Both stepped into the ring slowly, the air tightening with the sound of their boots.
King Vegeta's cape dragged slightly over the floor as he stopped at the center, posture straight, arms behind his back. He stared at Vegito with cold pride.
"So," he said. "You're the fusion of my son and that low-class fool. Pathetic combination."
Vegito didn't answer immediately. His expression was neutral, but his eyes weren't focused on King Vegeta at all. He was scanning the arena, his head turning slightly.
King Vegeta frowned. "Are you ignoring me?"
Vegito muttered under his breath, "Where are you, Gohan…"
King Vegeta's aura flared instantly. He rushed forward, throwing a barrage of fast, heavy strikes. Vegito didn't even shift his stance—he tilted, deflected, and stepped aside each time. His movements were lazy, almost casual.
"Sorry, old man. I'm a bit distracted."
King Vegeta gritted his teeth. "Look at me when I fight you!"
Vegito's eyes slid toward him, bored. "I am. You're just not interesting."
The King roared, his energy bursting outward in green and yellow sparks. His hair flashed gold, his body shaking with power—Super Saiyan 3.
The crowd from Timeline 5 stood, stunned. Even Ruthless Vegeta muttered, "Aready going full power?!—"
Vegito sighed. "Man… you're one annoying Saiyan."
King Vegeta charged again, the ground splitting under his feet. His blows came like artillery—every strike meant to kill, every move textbook Saiyan combat. Vegito finally moved with real speed, meeting him in the middle.
Their collision made the barrier ripple like water.
For several seconds, the ring was nothing but motion—gold flashes, the grind of air pressure, the sharp sound of impacts. But even as King Vegeta gave everything, Vegito's face stayed blank. He was blocking with one hand, turning his head slightly as if still searching the crowd.
King Vegeta gathered energy in his right palm, the light crackling green and yellow, spinning into a growing sphere. He thrust his hand forward—
But the attack never left his fingers.
Vegito had vanished.
A faint tap landed on the back of King Vegeta's neck.
Everything stopped.
The King's transformation flickered, the golden light dying in an instant. His eyes rolled back as he dropped face-first to the floor, unconscious before he hit.
Vegito lowered his hand and looked back toward the stands.
"Winner: Vegito, Timeline Two."
The angel's voice echoed, but Vegito didn't react. He was already turning, scanning the crowd again. "Gohan…" he murmured under his breath. "Where are you?"
From the seats, Bulma crossed her arms. "He didn't even break a sweat."
Piccolo (T1) nodded. "He wasn't fighting. His mind was somewhere else."
Vegito stopped at the ring's edge, still looking toward the horizon beyond the barrier.
No trace of Gohan's ki. Nothing.
Vegito's expression wasn't confident.
Match 33 — Baby Vegito Black (T6) vs Krillin (T9)
The crowd quieted the moment Baby Vegito Black stepped onto the ring. His aura wasn't loud; it was heavy. Every breath he took seemed to bend the air around him. When he looked toward Krillin, the glow behind his eyes was almost physical pressure.
Krillin tried to keep his expression calm. Arms loose, breathing slow. Inside, his chest felt like it was being squeezed. The presence coming off that thing—part Saiyan, part something else—made his instincts scream to run.
He exhaled once. You've faced worse, he told himself. Probably.
Baby Vegito Black said nothing. No taunt, no smirk. Just a slow tilt of the head, eyes following Krillin like a predator gauging distance.
The angel raised a hand. "Begin."
Krillin moved instantly. "Kaiō-ken times 100!"
His aura exploded crimson, lightning tracing through it. The tiles cracked under his feet as he slid back, both palms out.
"Full-Power Kamehameha!"
The beam tore forward, a column of red-blue light with arcs of energy whipping off its sides. It hit the air so hard the audience had to shield their eyes.
Baby Vegito Black raised his right hand. The air around his fingers folded inward; black and red ki condensed into a blade-shape, thin and jagged. He stepped into the beam and drew the sword across it once.
The blast split cleanly in two, sliding past him and bursting harmlessly against the barrier behind.
The light faded. Smoke drifted. Krillin stood frozen, arms still extended, disbelief on his face.
Black lowered the blade, expression flat.
Krillin's mouth opened before he even thought. "I surrender!"
The word echoed across the arena. A second of silence—then a few scattered gasps.
Timeline 9's fighters looked at each other. Tien exhaled. "Honestly? Smart move."
Roshi nodded. "Wisdom is knowing when the mountain's too high."
Even Goku (T1) chuckled quietly. "Fair enough."
The angel's voice was steady. "Winner: Baby Vegito Black, Timeline Six."
Black let the sword dissolve, turning away before the call was even finished. The faint flicker of irritation crossed his eyes—barely noticeable—as he walked back toward his team's section. The match had lasted less than a minute, and he didn't look satisfied.
Krillin dropped his stance and wiped the sweat from his forehead, forcing a shaky laugh. "Well," he muttered, "I'm alive. That's a win in my book."