Daishinkan's hand fell.
Both warriors moved in the same heartbeat.
Pressure made audible, a burst of kinetic thunder that cracked the sky. Vegeta and Broly's fists connected cleanly, each driving straight into the other's jaw, each refusing to give an inch. The force of the mutual strike rippled through the barrier, sending ripples of light across the arena's edge.
Then they were gone.
One instant they stood locked; the next, nothing but flashes—streaks of gold and emerald tearing across the arena faster than most eyes could follow. The entire ring blurred with motion. Each impact carved a crater; each shockwave rolled like a drumbeat through the divine field.
Vegeta reappeared first, boots skidding, teeth bared. "So, that's your base, huh?" He didn't wait for an answer. His aura ignited gold, burning sharp and clean—the crisp flame of a Perfect Super Saiyan. The tile under him shattered from the sheer surge of energy.
Broly's smile widened, slow and deliberate, but he said nothing.
Vegeta launched forward—fast. His fist met Broly's forearm, his knee drove into Broly's ribs, and for the first time, Broly's body moved. The giant stumbled backward, grunting from the force.
Vegeta pressed in. His strikes were measured, practiced—combos built on decades of refinement. Two jabs to set the rhythm, a knee feint that flowed into a spinning backfist. Broly blocked high, but Vegeta dipped low and hammered the stomach. A blast of ki at point-blank range detonated against Broly's chest and hurled him backward in a blaze of golden fire.
Goku shot to his feet in the stands, eyes wide. "He's pushing him!"
Future Trunks clenched a fist. "That's Dad. He's reading him in real time."
Vegeta blurred again, appearing behind Broly midair, palm slamming down on the giant's shoulder. He fired another ki burst, then another, each driving Broly toward the ground like meteors chained together.
When the smoke cleared, Broly stood in the crater, smoke curling from his skin. He looked down at his chest, then up at Vegeta, who hovered above him with arms crossed and a smirk that bordered on arrogance.
"You're strong," Vegeta said. "But I've fought better''
Broly's eyes shifted from black to glowing green.
The grin that formed wasn't human—it was animal.
He exhaled once, slow. His aura flickered, then detonated.
Emerald light exploded outward, pushing the clouds apart in concentric rings. The barrier screamed under the pressure; angels raised their hands to reinforce it. Broly's muscles swelled, veins lit with green fire, his hair lifting into a thick mane that shimmered between gold and lime. The air distorted around him, his energy burning hotter than anything Vegeta had ever felt outside the realm of gods.
"Legendary…" Goku whispered.
The roar that followed wasn't just sound—it was a physical force. The floor beneath Broly disintegrated into powder, and his laughter rolled like thunder.
Vegeta's grin faltered for the first time. "Tch… here we go again."
Broly vanished—no flash, no sound. Vegeta's instincts screamed a split second before a massive hand clamped onto his arm and hurled him through the air. Vegeta caught himself mid-flight, twisting into a counter-blast, but Broly was already there, taking the blast full-force and walking through it like it was smoke.
The prince met him head-on. Their punches collided again—Broly's sheer strength pressing Vegeta backward, but Vegeta's precision keeping him alive. The exchange became savage: Vegeta's elbows cut the air, knees snapping into ribs; Broly retaliated with swipes and throws that shattered sound itself. Each impact flashed green and gold in violent succession.
From the stands, Piccolo muttered, "collision physics made flesh."
Vegito smirked faintly. "And they're enjoying every second."
Vegeta drew blood from Broly's lip with a sharp uppercut. Broly responded by grabbing Vegeta by the face and slamming him into the ground hard enough to bend light. Vegeta blasted free, spinning through the debris, landing on one knee. He wiped blood from his mouth and grinned.
"Perfect. expected nothing less, Now die!."
Broly's laugh echoed over the roaring energy between them, wild and joyous.
"Then stop talking and try!"
Both roared simultaneously—the green and gold flares meeting mid-arena like two suns colliding. The crowd couldn't even see them anymore, only feel the rhythm of fists and shockwaves as the Prince of Saiyans and the Monster King of a Dead Universe tore the battlefield apart blow by blow.
The moment the two titans collided again, it was no longer a contest of form or finesse. It was a storm given shape.
Every exchange carved shockwaves through the arena — one moment gold lightning, the next green fire. Broly's laugh had grown lower, his voice now more a growl that vibrated through the air itself. Each time Vegeta struck him, the impact dug deeper into Broly's flesh, yet his aura only burned brighter.
Vegeta darted past him — a blur — and slammed his elbow into Broly's neck. Broly's body bent sideways under the hit, but before Vegeta could follow up, a knee exploded into his ribs. The prince caught it with both arms crossed, but the force sent him spinning backward. He flipped mid-air and came down on his feet, skidding across the cracked tiles.
The aura rolling off Broly was thick enough to distort the light. His grin widened as he clenched both fists, green energy curling around his forearms like smoke. "You feel it, don't you, prince? It doesn't stop. Every second I fight, I grow stronger."
Vegeta's eyes narrowed, breath steady but sharp. He could feel it too — the widening gulf. Broly's ki had no rhythm, no end. It was as if each blow only fed him, every moment turning the tide further in his favor.
"Then let's see if you can keep up."
Golden flame erupted around Vegeta, flaring so bright it burned blue at the edges. Lightning arced out in every direction. His scream tore through the air as his hair lengthened, standing in wild strands that bent the light itself. The veins in his arms glowed gold, and his aura twisted upward into a spiraling vortex.
When the light broke, he stood taller, hair streaming down his back, eyes sharp and cruel — Perfect Super Saiyan 3.
The air pressure alone forced Broly back half a step.
Before he could blink, Vegeta moved.
A flash of gold — then another. Broly's head snapped sideways, a fist already buried in his jaw. Another hit to the chest followed, then a spinning kick that sent him rocketing into the barrier. The sound of impact cracked like thunder.
Vegeta didn't let him recover. He was already there, catching Broly's arm mid-fall and driving a knee into his spine. The tiles beneath them shattered; the shockwave lifted chunks of the floor into the air.
From the stands, even Goku lost track of them. "He's not giving him a second."
Piccolo muttered, "No… he can't. If Broly breathes, he'll grow again."
Lightning wove around Vegeta's body, dancing from limb to limb as he moved — too fast for mortal sight. He hammered Broly across the arena like a meteor ricocheting through space. A punch to the gut. A hammerfist to the shoulder. A blast of golden ki straight into his chest that burst outward in a sphere of heat.
Broly stumbled out of the smoke, blood running down the side of his mouth. He raised his head, still smiling, and the laugh that followed was guttural, almost joyous.
Vegeta landed several paces away, his own chest rising and falling rapidly. "Had enough?"
Broly's grin only widened. His muscles pulsed, aura rippling violently, energy clawing at the sky. "You're strong, little prince… but you're still a prisoner of your limits."
He threw his head back and roared.
The sound was physical — a rolling wave of energy that blasted outward in every direction. His green aura deepened to emerald fire. His hair lengthened slightly, flickering with streaks of lightning that tore through it like veins of molten metal. The tiles beneath him melted; the very barrier shimmered as if struggling to hold.
Legendary Super Saiyan 2.
Vegeta braced, his grin fading as the wave of energy crashed against him. "So that's your potential," he muttered.
Broly lunged forward, faster than before. His fist met Vegeta's forearm with a crack that shook the ring. Another swing — caught. But a knee followed, smashing into Vegeta's ribs. Broly pressed the advantage, every movement heavier, louder, wilder.
Vegeta countered, striking upward with both palms, forcing Broly back. For a heartbeat, they hung in deadlock, energy grinding between them like two stars colliding.
Then Broly's head shot forward — a brutal head-butt that cracked Vegeta's nose. Blood spattered across the air.
Broly laughed, low and triumphant. "What's wrong? You can't be this weak, little prince!"
Vegeta's snarl was lost under the explosion that followed. Three enormous orbs of green light erupted from Broly's palms, each spinning with dark energy. He hurled them forward in rapid succession. They detonated on impact, waves of destruction folding over each other until the arena vanished in a storm of emerald light.
The shock forced spectators to shield their faces. The divine barrier flickered and whined. Even Daishinkan raised his staff to reinforce it.
When the glow finally began to fade, Broly stood amid the ruins, chest heaving, steam rising from his shoulders. He lowered his arms slowly, waiting for the dust to clear.
For a moment there was nothing. Just smoke and silence.
Then—light.
A faint, pulsing red glow flickered deep within the haze.
Broly's eyes narrowed. The color grew stronger, blooming outward in waves until it filled the entire crater. The wind that followed wasn't the chaotic storm of Super Saiyan energy; it was controlled, dense, alive.
As the smoke thinned, the figure inside stepped forward.
Vegeta emerged slowly, his armor half-shattered, his left arm torn and bloodied. Yet his posture was steady, almost serene. His hair had changed — shorter again, not wild like before, but smooth and flame-shaped, the strands glowing with a subdued scarlet hue that shimmered like living fire. His eyes were a deep red, calm but unyielding. The aura around him didn't roar — it whispered, the kind of energy that didn't need to prove itself.
No one in the arena recognized what they were seeing.
Goku leaned forward, eyes wide. "What… is that?"
Piccolo's brow furrowed. "His energy… it feels divine."
Vegito said nothing. He just stared, expression unreadable, as the faint red light reflected in his eyes.
Vegeta flexed his fingers once. The movement alone sent a ripple through the ground, scattering the debris around his feet. He spoke quietly, almost to himself.
"Enough wasted breath."
Broly's grin faltered. For the first time, he felt it — that impossible stillness radiating from Vegeta. His instincts screamed danger.
Vegeta disappeared.
The next instant, Broly's head snapped backward. A single punch — no flare, no scream — just speed. Broly staggered, but Vegeta was already there again, driving a knee into his gut, then an open-palm strike that detonated like a small sun.
Each hit carried a different rhythm — effortless precision instead of brute force. Broly swung wildly, roaring, but his fists cut only through air. Vegeta moved through the gaps, his aura leaving red arcs that bent around the attacks.
When their arms finally locked again, the shockwave didn't explode outward — it imploded, sucking the air inward before bursting with a deep, resonant boom.
Broly shouted, pushing harder, veins bulging as the green light flared. Vegeta met his eyes, calm, almost pitying.
"Your power never stops growing," he said evenly, "But now, Even if it grows it does not matter."
He twisted his wrist, broke the hold, and drove his fist into Broly's chest. The impact silenced the world for a second before the sound caught up — a low, crushing thud that sent Broly flying backward, carving a trench across the arena floor.
The red aura around Vegeta flickered like the heartbeat of a dying star.
Up in the stands, the gods whispered among themselves, trying to make sense of it. None had seen that hue before. Even Daishinkan's usually serene face had shifted slightly, as though something old and forgotten stirred in recognition.
Broly rose again, battered but grinning through the blood. "You think that'll stop me?"
Vegeta didn't answer. He simply raised his good arm, palm glowing faint crimson. A small sphere of red light formed, pulsing once, twice — silent but infinite.
Broly charged.
Vegeta's hand moved only a fraction, and the sphere released its light.
The explosion wasn't loud. It didn't shatter the arena this time; it erased everything within a perfect circle around them. When the light cleared, Broly lay motionless in the center of a newly formed crater, steam rising from his body.
Vegeta stood over him, breath calm, eyes steady, his red aura fading like the last spark of a dying flame.
The silence after the explosion was heavy, alive with awe. For a moment, no one dared speak. That red flame Vegeta had shown was alien — untouchable, divine in restraint.
Then the murmur began.
From the benches of Timeline 1, Goku leaned forward, eyes still wide. "I knew he could use this form again!!."
Piccolo's gaze was still locked on Vegeta. "It is. That's the same power he used once before — against Gohan Black." He said it low, almost reverently. "Even back then, none of us could feel his ki. It wasn't absence—it was… beyond sensing."
Across from them, in the Timeline 2 section, Vegito's arms were folded, expression sharp, analytical. He was impressed — he was curious. His eyes glowed faintly with divine tint as he muttered, "So he managed to reach that plane again…" He glanced downward, half-talking to himself, "I didn't predict this tournament would spiral into such extremes. That form… that silence in his aura— I need to get that for myself."
Even Gast, the ancient Namek, had fallen silent. His golden eyes narrowed in fascination. "That energy… I could feel it moving without feeling it at all. Like watching a storm from inside its eye."
And then there was Baby Vegito Black. His usual grin was gone, replaced by something close to focus — or envy. His aura twitched, faint crimson-black. "To vanish from divinity's grasp…" he whispered. "A mortal wearing a god's stillness… intriguing."
The arena's hum returned as dust settled around the crater. Broly's body lay motionless, blood streaking across his face, eyes closed. The red light around Vegeta dimmed completely as he straightened, flexing his battered arm. For the first time since the start of the match, the prince smirked.
He looked down at the crater and called out, voice sharp and proud, "That's all, Broly? I expected more from the so-called Emperor of the Dead Universe!"
A rumble answered him — low, guttural, crawling up from the cracks beneath Broly.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "Hmph. Of course."
Broly's body twitched, fingers digging into the shattered ground. His muscles began to bulge, veins flaring like molten rivers under his skin. The green tint returned to his hair — faint at first, then violent, brighter than before. His laughter rose, savage and broken, echoing like thunder through the void.
And then, it happened again.
His hair grew longer, past his shoulders, jagged and wild, sparks of emerald lightning crackling through each strand. His eyes burned white, his aura deep green with black veins twisting around it like smoke. The air itself bent around him, bending space like gravity.
Legendary Super Saiyan 3.
The ground under him cracked, caving inward from sheer pressure.
"Now you've done it…" murmured Goku, half in awe, half in dread.
Broly tilted his head toward Vegeta, lips curled back into a feral grin. "Now… let's see your little red trick survive this."
He moved.
Not flew — moved. One second he was below, the next he was in front of Vegeta, his fist already driving forward. Vegeta twisted just in time, the shockwave still carving a trench through the air behind him. He countered with a hook to the ribs — Broly caught it mid-motion and drove both feet into Vegeta's chest, double-kicking him across the arena.
The sound was apocalyptic — a double impact that cracked the barrier.
Vegeta flipped mid-flight, blood flying from his mouth. His aura reignited instantly, crimson edges flaring within the gold. He wiped his chin, grinning through the blood. "Finally stopped holding back, huh?"
Broly didn't answer. He roared.
The two blurred forward again — green and red light weaving together in spirals of impact. The entire arena shook as their fists clashed, shockwaves folding space around them.
Broly grabbed Vegeta by the throat and slammed him into the ground, then lifted him by the arm and spun him like a ragdoll before hurling him into the air. Vegeta regained balance mid-spin, crossing his arms and charging his ki.
"Fine. Let's see how you handle this!"
Crimson Nova Smash
Vegeta vanished in an instant, appearing right above Broly with his palms glowing deep red. He slammed both hands downward — two compressed spheres detonating on Broly's shoulders like twin meteor strikes. The force folded the arena floor inward again, sending cracks spiraling outward.
Broly staggered for only half a second. Then he caught Vegeta's leg mid-spin and hurled him downward — right into his own energy crater.
The explosion threw debris into the stands; the angels had to reinforce the barrier again.
Broly dove through the smoke, fists blazing, and kept going. He pummeled Vegeta in a rhythmless barrage — one hit, then three more, then one to the side, another to the gut. The movements weren't martial; they were animal. Each strike came from instinct, raw and chaotic.
Vegeta blocked what he could, his forearms cracking under the pressure. Blood splattered across his face. Broly's roar was unending, echoing through the broken floor.
But Vegeta's grin never faded.
Broly threw another straight punch — and this time Vegeta caught it.
He twisted his torso, breaking the momentum and flipping Broly over his shoulder with impossible precision.
Broly hit the ground hard — and before he could rise, Vegeta's boots glowed red.
Final Crush Ignition.
He stomped down, his boot bursting with condensed ki. The strike wasn't meant to explode — it imploded, a gravitational pulse that crushed everything beneath it for half a second before bursting outward.
The result was catastrophic — the entire field cracked outward like glass. Broly's body was buried under the recoil, forced into the ground by raw density.
Even so, a grin crept across Broly's bloody mouth. "More… show me more!"
His aura exploded again, this time turning the entire sky green.
Without warning, Broly thrust both arms forward. A vortex of energy formed — not a beam, not even a blast, but a solid wave of condensed destruction that pulled everything toward it. His own blood turned into vapor from the heat.
There was no name for this technique — it wasn't created. It was born.
Vegeta crossed his arms, his aura flaring to scarlet flame again. The clash of forces bent the barrier, melting sections of the ring outright.
From the stands, Bulma's scouter trembled violently. "This… this power reading—it's higher than any recorded spike since the tournament began!" she shouted. "Both of them—it's off the charts!"
Even Daishinkan's eyes flickered toward the chaos, his staff humming faintly as he reinforced the barrier again.
Inside the storm, Vegeta and Broly clashed once more — one a god refined, the other a beast unchained.
Each punch shattered light itself, each roar turned air to fire.
By now, they were both bleeding heavily, panting, bodies cracked with strain.
Yet neither would stop.
They locked eyes through the chaos — two forces that shouldn't exist in the same universe, burning everything between them.
And the crowd could only watch as witnesses to what it meant to defy power.