Vegeta Moved.
It was barely visible — a blur of motion, his right leg sweeping low. Broly reacted instantly, leaping over the attempt with an unnatural grace for his size, twisting in midair and spinning his body in a full 180-degree rotation, his heel cutting through the air like a hammer of wind.
Vegeta caught the kick with his forearm, the impact booming like thunder, sliding back an inch — then answered in kind. He spun his body with perfect symmetry, his own 180-degree kick snapping across Broly's jaw. The hit connected, sending the brute flying backward with a deep grunt that shook the stone underfoot.
But Broly wasn't done. Even as his body skidded through the air, he threw out one arm and unleashed a barrage — hundreds of thin, needle-like green energy beams screaming across the arena. The sky turned emerald.
Vegeta crossed his arms, deflecting the first wave with bursts of his red aura, dodging through the chaos like a flame dancing in the wind. But there were too many — dozens found their mark, detonating across his armor, scorching his shoulder, ripping shallow burns across his side.
When the smoke cleared, Vegeta was still standing — panting, his armor cracked, blood seeping down his face — but that same proud smirk was carved deep into it. He leaned forward and ran.
Straight at Broly.
The ground cratered beneath each step, his red aura trailing behind him like fire. Broly met the charge with a sudden snarl, tilting his head back — and unleashed a colossal beam straight from his mouth.
The green torrent roared forward, swallowing half the ring in light, but Vegeta leapt high at the last second, flipping over it, the heat grazing the soles of his boots.
Broly anticipated it. His pupils narrowed, both palms slamming forward.
From his hands, two massive emerald waves shot out — they merged into one blinding spear of light, wider than the ring itself.
Vegeta twisted in the air, narrowly dodging, the side of his arm vaporized in the heat. His boots hit the ground, sliding backward, and his lips curled into something between a grin and a growl.
"Now, Broly," he muttered, raising his hands to his side, crimson light spiraling between his palms. "This is the end."
His aura flared, shaking the void. "GOD FINAL FLASH!!!"
A colossal beam of pure red energy, streaked with golden lightning, erupted from his palms — its power rippling through the atmosphere like a heartbeat.
Broly, already gathering his own power, stood his ground. He mirrored Vegeta's stance, his face twisting into something halfway between focus and madness. He said nothing — but his hands blazed with green light.
And then, without a word, he released it.
The twin green beams merged into a single column of raw destruction, meeting Vegeta's crimson flash head-on.
The arena went white.
Every spectator was forced to shield their eyes as the beams collided, the light swallowing everything. The barrier surrounding the stage began to fracture, lines of golden cracks spreading through it. The shockwave struck the stands — a wall of pressure that made the strongest warriors brace themselves.
The explosion lasted ten full seconds.
No one could see.
No one could breathe.
And then — the light faded.
Both fighters stood at the center of what remained of the arena.
Their auras were gone.
Their bodies — broken, bloodied, trembling.
They were back in base form.
Broly's hair hung low over his face, his arms heavy. Vegeta's armor was shattered, his breath shallow, but his eyes still burned with that same royal defiance.
They stood so close their shadows merged.
No one could hear what they said — maybe words of respect, maybe curses. But their voices were low, almost calm.
Then, at the same moment, they struck — Vegeta's fist driving into Broly's stomach, Broly's fist cracking against Vegeta's skull.
For a heartbeat, they froze like statues.
Then Broly's arm lowered.
Vegeta wavered — and fell to one knee.
A second passed.
Broly swayed on his feet — and then fell forward, hitting the ground with a heavy thud, just one second later than Vegeta.
Silence consumed the arena.
The angels exchanged looks.
Daishinkan raised a hand, his expression unreadable.
"Winner," he declared. "Broly, from Timeline Four."
The crowd erupted — gasps, disbelief, awe.
Vegeta lay unconscious, blood dripping from his brow, a faint smile on his face. Broly lay beside him, breathing heavily, his body trembling from exhaustion.
It didn't matter who fell first or who stood longer — they had both fought beyond what anyone thought possible.
But the rules were clear.
Broly won by a single second.
Timeline 1's bench was the first to move. Goku stood with both fists clenched, eyes wide but bright.
"Man… Vegeta." His voice dropped to something rare for him—quiet admiration. "You really did it this time."
Future Gohan nodded beside him, face solemn. "That was close."
Piccolo crossed his arms, his tone analytical. "Broly... he needs to be killed our everything here will be done for"
Bulma exhaled, scanning her readings again. "I can't even get a readout. Every sensor flat-lined when he changed. But the power output spike…" She stopped herself, still shaking her head. "It's the highest I've ever recorded. Even higher than Future Gohan's Perfect Mystic peak."
Krillin grinned despite the tension. "Figures. The prince just had to one-up everybody."
Goten looked conflicted, glancing between Goku and Vegeta's unconscious form. "He looked unstoppable for a second… but Broly—he just kept growing."
Piccolo's eyes narrowed. "That's what makes him dangerous. A beast that learns to fight while he's losing."
Across from them, Timeline 2's group watched in silence. Vegito leaned forward on one knee, elbows resting on his thighs, expression hard to read.
"So that's what he's been hiding," he murmured.
Uub glanced up. "You mean that red form?"
Vegito nodded slightly. "Yes, it should be called Super Saiyan God since his ki is just like of someone like Beerus, impossible to read it. He trailed off, half-impressed, half-annoyed.
Future Trunks folded his arms, smiling faintly. "Looks like the old man still has surprises."
Vegito smirked. "Yeah, but look at Broly. all this talk about vegeta but even without a form like that he came up on top, His adaptability's insane."
Piccolo from T2 added quietly, "And Vegeta pushed him to evolve again. That's the terrifying part."
Vegito straightened, gaze fixed on the battlefield. "He bought us information on Broly. That's what matters." There was pride in his voice—muted but there.
Timeline 5, the Saiyan Empire bench, was pure disbelief.
King Vegeta had risen from his seat, both fists shaking. "Impossible… the boy of another universe—he carries the true royal blood." His words were venom and awe at once.
Ruthless Vegeta scoffed, though his eyes lingered on the arena. "Expected of myself, But the other saiyan..he is a monster."
Ruthless Kakarot laughed harshly. "You can't even sense that power. He's beyond us, stop acting like you would have a chance."
Bardock stayed silent, arms folded, watching Vegeta's unconscious body being lifted by the angelic attendants. His eyes were cold but approving. "That kind of pride… that's what a Saiyan's supposed to look like."
Even Rosan, sitting at the edge, nodded once.
Timeline 9—the human side—had a different reaction entirely.
Yamcha whistled low. "I don't even know what I just saw, but… that was unreal."
Tien shook his head, his tone pragmatic. "No wonder none of us could feel it."
Prime Roshi grinned faintly. "Heh. So that broly guy is the one i will meet at the finals."
Krillin (T9) scratched his head. "You think he's okay?"
Roshi replied calmly, "He's alive. And after a fight like that, he's learned something the rest of us can't teach."
For a moment, all four timelines stared at the ring. Broly's body was still being hauled away, his green hair dimming, his chest rising and falling. Vegeta's was next to him, smaller, burned—but unmistakably proud even in unconsciousness.
And for once, none of them said a word.
Because even the ones who didn't like Vegeta… respected what they had just witnessed.
Goku (T1) vs Kami (T7)
Goku stood Next, the atmosphere changed.
Kami, his counterpart from Timeline 7, already waited at the center of the ring, his posture calm, robes rippling lightly. His old eyes had no anger — only curiosity. The other timelines had been noisy, but these two didn't need an introduction.
Goku scratched the back of his head, walking forward with that same easy grin. "Heh. Didn't think I'd be fighting you, Kami. Guess the multiverse really likes irony."
Kami smiled faintly. "I've watched versions of you destroy and save worlds, Son Goku. Ours never made it that far. I'm curious… what path your power followed."
Their words carried respect, but the space between them held something else — that quiet understanding only warriors who'd both taught and fought could share.
The announcer raised his hand. "Match — begin!"
They moved at the same time.
Kami was faster than anyone expected — his body flickered forward, arm slicing out with a sharp chop. Goku met it easily, one palm open, catching the hit before it could reach his neck. The contact alone cracked the ground under their feet.
Goku smiled. "Nice. You've still got it."
Kami didn't reply. He pivoted, spinning a kick toward Goku's midsection. The Saiyan blocked it again, sliding back half a step, his orange gi fluttering with the wind that followed the strike.
The pace quickened. Kami's movements were disciplined — Namekian technique refined through centuries, no wasted effort. Goku met it with relaxed counters, his own strikes almost casual, testing.
After ten exchanges, Kami dropped low and shot forward with a two-handed ki wave at close range. Goku vanished. The beam hit nothing, exploding harmlessly at the edge of the arena.
"Behind you."
The voice was right next to Kami's ear. Goku flicked his wrist, tapping Kami's shoulder lightly with two fingers before springing backward, landing with a playful bounce.
The crowd from Timeline 1 chuckled softly. It wasn't mockery — they'd seen that same rhythm a hundred times before. Goku wasn't taunting. He was learning.
Kami adjusted his stance, breathing evenly. "You've grown… but not just in power. Your control is great."
Goku shrugged. "Guess I had good teachers."
Kami smiled again — then his aura burst outward, pale green light wrapping around him. The air hummed.
Goku tilted his head. "Oh. You're not holding back, huh?"
"Wouldn't be respectful if I did," Kami replied.
He vanished.
The impact hit Goku's chest a heartbeat later, the punch clean and heavy. He slid backward, boots digging trenches into the arena floor. Kami followed instantly, knees and elbows flashing in a rhythm that barely looked possible for his age.
Goku caught one elbow, ducked under a spinning knee, and swept Kami's leg out from under him — but the Namekian used the momentum to flip, landing upright. They clashed again midair, each blow echoing through the ring.
Krillin (T1) leaned forward. "They're fast. Kami's keeping up?"
Piccolo nodded slightly, arms crossed. "He's smart. He's reading Goku's patterns. But…"
"But Goku's not using even a fraction," Future Gohan finished quietly.
Goku's grin widened. "You're sharp, Kami. But let's make this a little more fun."
The air shifted. Goku's hair rose, flashing gold, light bursting from every pore. Super Saiyan. No roar, no charge-up, just the simple, calm transformation of a man who had long since mastered it.
Kami paused mid-strike, staring into those golden eyes. His aura dimmed slightly — not out of fear, but acknowledgment. "Beautiful," he murmured. "So this is the power my people once feared and revered."
Goku didn't answer. He just blurred forward.
The first hit landed on Kami's side, the second across his jaw, the third a kick that sent him flying upward. Goku appeared behind him midair and flicked two small ki orbs. They hit Kami's chest and detonated in quick, controlled bursts — more to test than to hurt.
Kami fell, but recovered before touching the floor, halting his descent with a concentrated shockwave. He looked up, breathing heavily but smiling faintly. "You could've ended it already."
Goku shook his head, descending slowly. "Wouldn't be fair. You're giving me a good warm-up."
Kami chuckled softly, his voice deepening. "Then let me return the favor."
His hands moved in a blur. He wasn't preparing a beam — he was weaving ki through symbols, like a Namekian ritual. The ground under them lit up with old markings, the kind Namek once used to summon power from the planet itself.
The audience murmured. Goku raised a brow. "Heh. Haven't seen that one before."
Kami's voice rang clear. "Ancient Namekian Arts — Eternal Seal Formation."
Light surged from the cracks in the ground, forming a cage of ki that closed around Goku.
Goku raised his hand as the light touched him. His golden aura flickered, then burst outward, shattering the formation like glass. The shockwave pushed Kami back several meters, his feet dragging across the floor.
Goku sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Guess I'm stronger than ancient magic too."
Kami laughed — genuinely this time. "You've gone beyond mortals, Son Goku."
Goku's expression softened. "Maybe. But I still like being one."
He blurred again. The next punch landed on Kami's shoulder, another on his abdomen. Kami tried to block, but the strikes came faster than sound.
In three hits, it was over.
Kami knelt, breath ragged, his body shaking. Goku stood over him, golden aura flickering down.
"You fought well," Goku said quietly. "But if I hit you again, you won't get up. Let's stop here."
Kami looked up, nodding once.
Then his vision faded, and he collapsed.
Timeline 1 broke into light applause.Krillin grinned. "He actually held back that much, huh?"Goten chuckled nervously. "He didn't even go all out."Piccolo gave a rare half-smile. "That's Goku. Never humiliates someone who fights with honor."Future Gohan nodded, tone calm. "He wanted Kami to walk away with his pride intact."
Bulma checked her monitor. "His output stayed steady the whole fight. He didn't push it at all — kept it clean. Guess he's saving his real power for later."She glanced at Vegeta, still recovering nearby. "Right now, I'd say they're even again. But that red form of yours…" She smirked faintly. "That's the edge, Vegeta."
Vegeta grunted, not denying it.
Timeline 7 sat in silence.Gast leaned forward, arms crossed. "Kami may have lost, but he carried himself with the dignity of Namek. That's all I could ask."Nail nodded quietly. "Even when faced with a Saiyan, he didn't yield."
Their Piccolo smiled faintly, muttering to himself, "The old man still had it."
Timeline 2's reaction was simple.Vegito spoke without looking up. "That's the difference between Goku and the rest of us. He knows when to end a fight without hate."Uub tilted his head. "You mean… mercy?"Vegito shook his head. "I guess you can say that''
Daishinkan raised his hand. "Winner: Son Goku, Timeline One."The audience didn't cheer this time. They just nodded.