Uub (T1) vs Taizo (T10)
Taizo from Timeline 10 wasn't loud like most fighters; he was built lean, almost human in posture, but the subtle hum radiating from him told everyone that there was more to him than met the eye. His gray eyes shimmered faintly as if reflecting invisible code. Uub from Timeline 1 bowed slightly—respectful, calm—but his brow furrowed. Something about Taizo's presence felt hollow, like a person without a heartbeat.
Daishinkan's voice broke the silence."Begin."
Neither moved.
For a full five seconds, they simply watched each other. It was like two minds tracing invisible patterns. Then, with a twitch, Taizo vanished. The air popped—literally popped—and suddenly Uub's head snapped sideways from an unseen blow. He stumbled, but there was no one in sight.
"What the—?" Goku from Timeline 1 leaned forward. "He didn't even sense that hit!"
Piccolo's eyes narrowed. "That's because Taizo's ki isn't… normal. It's almost folded into itself."
In the ring, Taizo appeared again, crouched low like a mantis, his palms open."You rely too much on sensing energy," he said in a voice almost too calm. "In my world, ki signatures are noise. I erased mine years ago."
Uub cracked his neck, smiling slightly despite the pain. "That's fine. I don't need to sense you. I'll just feel where you're going next."
He charged—and the arena exploded into a blur. Taizo bent around Uub's assault like liquid, every punch narrowly missing, every counter designed not to hurt but to redirect. It was like fighting smoke that knew martial arts.
"Uub's faster, stronger," Krillin from Timeline 1 muttered. "But he can't hit him."
From the opposite stands, Timeline 10's warriors grinned. Bujin smirked. "That's Taizo's trick. He doesn't need to outmuscle anyone. He studies every movement, every breath. He's… unsettling."
Within moments, Uub was already bleeding from small, precise strikes—cuts across his cheek, a bruise near the ribs. Nothing deep, but everything perfectly placed to unbalance him.
Then Taizo spoke again, almost whispering:"You learn through instinct. I learn through pattern. You'll never win by reaction alone."
Uub stopped mid-step, panting. He realized Taizo was right—his movements had become predictable, a rhythm Taizo was controlling like a puppet. So instead of attacking again, he did something unexpected. He closed his eyes.
The crowd murmured.
"Is he… meditating?" Bulma asked.
"No," Gohan said quietly. "He's resetting. He's trying to erase his own rhythm."
A faint aura rose around Uub—barely visible, more a vibration than a glow. He exhaled. The tension shifted. And for the first time, Taizo hesitated.
When Uub moved again, it was wrong—too wrong. His steps were uneven, his timing deliberately off, every strike arriving just outside prediction. The first punch grazed Taizo's chin; the second slammed into his chest and sent him flying back.
"Now that's more like it," Vegeta muttered with a grin.
But Taizo wasn't shaken. He landed gracefully, wiping the corner of his mouth. "Good. You learn fast."
He raised his arms—and the arena dimmed. What followed wasn't an explosion, but a pulse. For an instant, everyone saw it: dozens of faint, translucent afterimages surrounding Uub, all copies of Taizo. They moved as one—each attacking from a different angle.
Piccolo's voice was low. "It's like… he's folding through timelines."
"No," Vegito corrected from the stands, his tone serious. "He's creating simulated futures. Each clone is a different version of how he could move. And Uub's stuck fighting all of them at once."
The impact was vicious. Every hit came from a different direction, a different possibility. Uub's body snapped back and forth, his defenses crumbling as his instincts couldn't decide which version was real.
Taizo's calm voice echoed over the chaos:"This is what your future looks like, boy. Endless defeat. The stronger you get, the easier you are to predict."
Finally, a heavy blow struck Uub in the chest, sending him skidding backward until he slammed into the barrier. The crowd gasped.
Even Goku's expression faltered. "Damn… this guy's not normal."
From Timeline 10's side, the warriors began cheering. "That's it, Taizo! End him!"
But Uub didn't fall. He spat a thin line of blood and pushed himself up, panting but grinning. "Guess… I needed that."
Taizo tilted his head. "Needed?"
"Yeah. I was holding back too much."
The boy straightened, his aura shifting again—faint black edges flickering through the white glow. Gast leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowing. "Interesting… his control of inner ki is evolving mid-fight."
Taizo blinked. For the first time, he looked uncertain.
Uub rolled his shoulders, and his voice dropped into a serious tone. "You learn through patterns, right? Then let's see if you can read this."
The floor cracked beneath his feet. A single step forward and he vanished—just gone, like his body had slipped out of frame. Taizo tried to predict the motion, but Uub's ki didn't move through normal space; it stuttered, skipping like a heartbeat out of sync.
The next moment, Uub's knee buried itself into Taizo's gut. The sound echoed across the arena.
Taizo coughed, blood spraying from his mouth. His simulations shattered instantly, the afterimages dissolving.
The crowd roared—the sudden reversal stunning everyone.
And as Uub stood over him, breathing steady, he whispered,"You read the future… but I fight in the present."
after Uub's counterattack. Taizo kneeled, one hand clutching his stomach where Uub's knee had landed. His breathing was heavier now, but his eyes were still unreadable—two gray mirrors reflecting calculation and cold anger.
Then, slowly, his aura began to change.
A low hum rose from his body, vibrating through the tiles. The pale energy that had wrapped him turned darker—first a deep amber, then an oily crimson. His hair spiked upward, wild, strands turning black with red undertones, his veins darkening against his skin. The crowd went quiet.
Piccolo's antennae twitched. "That's not normal ki. It's corrupted."
Vegeta leaned forward, his arms tightening. "No… that's Saiyan ki—but twisted. Evil Super Saiyan… the same Turles used."
Taizo lifted his head. When he spoke, his voice sounded distorted, as if two people were speaking through the same mouth."You forced me to remember what I am."
The ground cracked beneath him as his energy surged. In an instant, he blurred forward—faster, sharper, and far more savage than before. Uub barely crossed his arms before a knee drove into his guard, sending a shockwave through the arena. He slid backward, boots carving twin trails into the tiles.
Taizo didn't let him breathe. His movements had lost their mathematical precision; now they were feral, animalistic. Every strike was meant to break bones. A punch hammered Uub's ribs. A roundhouse kick clipped his jaw. The next blow—a palm thrust—sent him tumbling into the barrier.
Timeline 10 erupted with cheers."That's the Taizo we know!" Bujin roared.Zangya grinned, eyes gleaming. "Let's see the human stand after that!"
Uub spat blood, but his grin stayed. "Not bad. But power without control… still sloppy."
Taizo's grin widened. "Then drown in it."
His aura snapped again. The crimson deepened into black, arcs of violet lightning ripping around him. His hair rose higher, the edges glowing scarlet. The ground under him cratered—he had ascended to Evil Super Saiyan 2.
For the first time, even Uub's smile faltered.This was different. it was corruption that fed on itself.
He braced, but Taizo was already there.One punch to the stomach bent him double.Another to the face sent him spinning.Then a barrage—each blow landing with surgical cruelty, each hit tearing through Uub's guard.
From the stands, Goku flinched. "He's… tearing him apart."
But Uub, mid-beating, caught Taizo's fist. His hands trembled, his arms shaking, yet he held it. Blood streamed down his cheek, but his voice came through steady."You burn everything to get stronger. But strength that kills itself doesn't last."
Taizo snarled, forcing more power. Lightning cracked around them."Lasts long enough to kill you!"
He swung again—Uub ducked. Another strike—Uub slipped under.And then, quietly, a shift.
Uub's aura—once pale white—began to darken again. Not with malice, but with focus. The black edges returned, threaded with faint pink sparks. His breathing slowed, eyes narrowing. He wasn't angry. He was centered.
When he struck back, the difference was immediate.A straight punch—clean.A backhand—snapping Taizo's head to the side.Then a rising kick that slammed him upward, followed by Uub teleporting above him and driving a heel down into his chest.
Taizo crashed into the arena hard enough to crater it. Dust rose in waves.
The crowd stood frozen.
Vegito, watching, murmured to himself, "Do it Uub''
Taizo dragged himself from the crater, his breathing ragged. His Evil Super Saiyan 2 form flickered, energy breaking apart around him. Still, he roared, forcing it back together, his voice raw with fury."I—WILL—NOT—LOSE—TO—A—CHILD!"
Goku thinked to himself ''But you're a child''
He lunged, his entire body glowing crimson.Uub didn't dodge. He stepped into it.
Their fists collided—and the ring erupted in white fire.
Taizo stood trembling, blood dripping from his lip. He tried to raise a fist—then his eyes widened. His arm didn't move.
Uub's palm was pressed against his chest, black and pink ki swirling around it like liquid flame."Counter Beat."
A pulse—not loud, not bright, but deep—resonated through Taizo's body. His energy shattered outward, fragments of corrupted ki evaporating into the air. His transformation collapsed, and his knees hit the ground.
Uub stepped back, exhausted but steady. His aura faded to calm white once more. "You fight like you're trying to erase yourself. I fight because I'm still learning who I am."
Taizo looked up, eyes dimming, voice rough. "…You don't know how lucky you are."Then he fell forward, unconscious.
Daishinkan's staff tapped the floor. "Winner—Uub of Timeline One."
Taizo had fallen. As he was carried away, the Timeline 10 fighters sat in silence, their earlier confidence evaporated. Bujin's jaw flexed; Zangya kicked the bench hard enough to dent it. Bojack just stared at the ground, eyes narrow.
Taizo's limp form was laid beside them. Bujin clenched a fist. "They're learning faster than we are. If this keeps up, Timeline 10's going to be a footnote."No one answered. For once, even Bojack had no retort—
Match — Rosan (T5) vs Krillin (T2)
The next pair stepped forward before the tension could fade.Krillin rolled his shoulders, sweat still shining under the lights; Rosan walked in with a lazy grin, his heavy boots clinking against the tile. "Try not to bore me, baldy," he said.
Krillin didn't bite. "Let's just make it clean."Daishinkan signaled, and the match began.
Krillin opened first—Kaioken x40. His aura flared crimson, energy lines burning like cords around his limbs. Rosan caught the first punch with his forearm and smiled. "That's cute."Krillin darted around him in short bursts, landing small blows—palms, knees, elbows—all precise. For half a minute, he actually had the upper hand.
Then Rosan's laughter broke the rhythm."Not bad… but you forgot something."
The Saiyan's aura ignited gold and red simultaneously. His foot came up like a hammer; Krillin blocked but was thrown across the arena. Before he could recover, Rosan was already there, one hand gripping his gi, the other driving into his stomach.
Every hit after that got heavier, slower, more deliberate. Rosan's attacks weren't just powerful—they were cruel. A backhand sent Krillin's head snapping sideways; a kick to the ribs sent him tumbling. The Kaioken climbed—x60, x80, x100—but each increase only delayed the inevitable.
Rosan caught Krillin's wrist mid-strike and twisted until the bone popped. "You don't belong here," he said flatly.
Krillin gasped, one knee on the floor, vision swimming. He powered another burst of red light… and then let it fade."I… surrender."
Rosan exhaled, disappointed. "Tch." He turned away before Daishinkan even announced him the winner. The healers rushed to Krillin; the Saiyan didn't look back.
Match — Present Gohan (T1) vs Tapion (T12)
The crowd settled as the next two walked out—Tapion, sword at his side, calm and solemn; Gohan, untransformed, expression unreadable. The silence between them felt almost respectful.
"Begin," Daishinkan said.
Tapion moved first, drawing the sword in a graceful arc. A pale wave of ki followed, slicing the ground. Gohan stepped aside; the blade passed within centimeters of his chest. He didn't counter—just studied the movement.
Tapion pressed harder, each swing faster, controlled. Gohan deflected with open palms, his movements minimal—almost gentle. Every contact sounded like soft thunder, the air trembling around them.
Timeline 12 Bench was empty; Gohan wasn't even breathing hard. When he finally struck back, it wasn't flashy. One step, one palm, a burst of invisible pressure that sent Tapion sliding backward. The hero steadied himself, raised the sword again… and Gohan was already gone from sight.
A single blow to the back of the neck ended it. Tapion's body went limp before he hit the ground.
Gohan caught him, lowering him gently and bowing once. "Good fight," he said quietly.
Daishinkan raised his staff. "Winner—Present Gohan, Timeline One."
Next match — Vegeta of Timeline One versus Broly of Timeline Four."
No cheers followed. Only silence. Every spectator understood what that pairing meant.
Broly rose first. No entourage. No team. His bench was empty — nothing and no one left from his universe to share the moment with. His massive frame cast a shadow over half the ring as he walked forward, the ground groaning beneath each step. His expression didn't shift; he looked neither angry nor excited, only… expectant.
The Grand Priest's staff dimmed slightly to reduce the arena's amplification field — it had to, or it might not survive the first exchange.
Goku leaned forward, whispering to Piccolo. "He's the only one from his timeline, right? I can't even feel where his ki starts or ends."
Piccolo's voice was low. "Because it doesn't. He doesn't suppress or control it. It exists. Like gravity."
Broly stopped in the center of the ring. His aura flickered once — just once — and the tiles around his feet cracked into spiderwebs.
Across the arena, Vegeta stood. He rolled his shoulders, smirking faintly, and stepped into the light. The difference in their presence was night and day — Broly radiated quiet devastation; Vegeta radiated purpose.
Krillin whispered, "He's walking toward a hurricane."
Vegito crossed his arms. "And smiling about it."
As Vegeta reached the center, Broly finally looked down at him, eyes glinting with that faint green undertone everyone remembered from legends.
"So… you're still calling yourself prince?"
Vegeta met his gaze without a hint of hesitation. "And you're still pretending you're something more than a mistake that got lucky."
A ripple of energy moved through the air — not from their ki, but from their words. The crowd collectively drew breath.
Gohan muttered under his breath, "He's provoking him already."
Future Trunks shook his head. "That's not provocation. That's Vegeta reminding himself he's still a Saiyan."
Broly's face didn't move, but a faint chuckle rumbled out of his chest. "Lucky, huh? I killed everything that could have stopped me."
He tilted his head, eyes narrowing. "What's left for you to kill, prince?"
Vegeta smirked. "You, if you're still talking."
Daishinkan raised his staff, and the air changed color — faint gold outlining both warriors.
The spectators felt the temperature drop as the barrier thickened; angels murmured small protection spells. Even the gods leaned back slightly.
Broly clenched his fists once, slow, deliberate. A pulse rolled out like thunder.
Vegeta sank into his stance, that familiar forward lean of confidence and precision.
Vegito exhaled through his nose, watching both of them. "One raised himself to a throne made of corpses… the other's been climbing toward his pride since the day he was born. This is the purest Saiyan fight there's ever been."
The Grand Priest's staff touched the floor.
"Begin."
The last two kings of a dead race prepare to decide whose pride would survive the next heartbeat.