Bardock (T5) vs Tien (T9)
Bardock stepped into the ring first, rolling his shoulders, his tattered red bandana fluttering slightly. There was no theatrics, no grin. He just looked forward, the same steady, seasoned expression he had worn since the tournament began.
Across from him, Tien Shinhan from Timeline 9 approached with measured steps. His stance was low, relaxed but exact, every breath controlled. His third eye was already open.
He stopped halfway and gave a small nod. "You're Bardock. The father of Goku."
Bardock tilted his head slightly. "So they keep saying."
Tien smirked faintly. "You look less like him than I thought."
"Good," Bardock said. "Means I'm still my own man."
The announcer lifted his arm. "Begin."
No roar. No flash. Both moved at once.
Tien darted forward, low, using minimal ki at first — he wanted to gauge Bardock's movement, see how much he relied on instinct versus skill. Bardock's answer came quick. His fist met Tien's forearm mid-swing, redirecting the strike upward before driving his knee into Tien's ribs.
The impact cracked the air. Tien's body slid back, his boots cutting twin lines into the stone.
He didn't counter immediately — he analyzed. Bardock's technique was simple, raw, efficient. Every motion carried killing intent, yet none of it wasted energy.
Tien drew a breath and shifted stances, his aura tightening into a fine, red shimmer. "You don't play around."
"Can't afford to," Bardock replied, and this time he charged first.
The Saiyan's movements were brutal — elbows, knees, short jabs that focused on breaking rhythm instead of overpowering. Tien adapted fast, using circular blocks and low counters. When Bardock's fist came in close, Tien stepped into it, pressing both palms forward and sending a short ki burst directly into Bardock's abdomen.
Bardock grunted and twisted midair, landing a few feet away. He smiled. "Heh. Not bad for a human."
Tien didn't rise to the bait. He just breathed, slow and steady, his aura pulsing. "Kaioken… times twenty."
His body flared bright red.
He was on Bardock before the Saiyan even finished blinking — two rapid palm strikes to the chest, one spinning back kick to the jaw. Bardock barely blocked the last one, but the hits had weight now.
Tien used his own body like a lever, rotating faster than the eye could follow, his limbs blurring into afterimages. Bardock countered with bursts of golden energy, knocking aside each attack with pure force.
Then he smiled wider. "Alright. My turn."
His aura exploded — gold overtaking red, the stadium lights dimming from the pressure alone. His hair spiked upward, the air around him cracking. Super Saiyan.
Tien's eyes narrowed, the glare of Bardock's power cutting across his face like sunlight.
Bardock vanished.
Tien ducked instantly, feeling the wind of a punch tear past his neck. He countered with a double kick upward, but Bardock caught both legs and slammed him into the floor. The arena cratered beneath the impact.
Tien rolled, bounced back, and reengaged — his mind racing. He knew Bardock was stronger. But he had one advantage: adaptability.
He focused, drawing every ounce of energy into his muscles. "Kaioken… times one hundred."
The red aura blazed high, tearing lines of light across the tiles. Bardock actually grinned. "Now that's more like it."
Tien appeared in front of him and unleashed a rapid combo — three precise jabs, a palm to the solar plexus, then a rising knee. Bardock blocked the first two, but the last one landed, driving him back a step. Tien didn't stop.
He twisted, launching his Tri-Lotus Pressure combo — feint, throat jab, phantom arm hook, triple ridge-palm. Bardock caught the phantom arm mid-materialization, crushing it like glass before headbutting Tien full force.
Tien stumbled, blood running from his nose, but his grin only widened. "Still standing," he muttered.
Bardock snorted. "Barely."
Tien raised both hands, gathering ki into a spinning sphere that whirled around his wrist — the Thousand-Fold Echo. He let it loose point-blank. The pulsing strikes hammered Bardock's chest and shoulders like drumbeats. The air filled with shockwaves.
Bardock planted his feet, enduring every hit until the energy burned out — smoke curling off his armor. He looked up through the haze, grinning, eyes sharp.
"That all you got?"
Tien barely breathed before Bardock blurred forward, his elbow crashing into Tien's ribs hard enough to make him cough blood. Then a fist to the jaw. Then another to the gut.
Tien's body hit the ground, skidding backward. He managed to stop himself with one hand, half kneeling.
He looked up, blood on his lips. "Guess… I'll need to try something stupid."
Bardock tilted his head. "And trying to defeat me is not stupid enough?."
Tien smiled weakly. "Then I'll double down."
He raised both hands, eyes glowing — the third eye now pure white light. His aura surged so bright the arena floor started to melt.
"Kaioken… times two hundred!"
Even Bardock blinked. The pressure hit like a shockwave. Tien's body flickered, his energy unstable, but for a few seconds — he was fast enough to trade evenly.
Their fists met midair. The shock cracked the barrier again.
Tien landed a hit to Bardock's ribs. Bardock countered with a headbutt. Both staggered — both bleeding.
Tien went in again, wild but focused, every move from his decades of training condensed into seconds. Bardock stopped blocking — he started reading. And then, halfway through Tien's flurry, the Saiyan shifted.
Super Saiyan 2.
Lightning cracked across his aura, and in that instant, he became untouchable.
Tien's next strike never landed — Bardock had already appeared behind him, hand pressed to his back.
"Good effort," Bardock said quietly.
The blast sent Tien flying into the far wall, the sound echoing through the arena like thunder.
Tien hit hard, smoke rising. But he was still conscious, still standing — barely.
Bardock folded his arms. "If you can still move after that, you've earned my respect."
Tien spat blood and smiled. "Guess I'll take that."
He pushed himself upright, staggering back to his stance. Bardock raised a brow. "You done?"
Tien's aura flickered weakly, his voice hoarse. "Not yet."
And he charged again.
The crowd leaned in. Even after the punishment, Tien was still forcing his body to move. Every step cracked the tiles beneath his feet, every breath sounded like a knife scraping against his lungs.
Bardock didn't move at first. He just watched — calm, assessing, half-impressed. When Tien finally reached him, he swung. The first punch connected; the second was caught mid-motion.
Bardock's hand closed around Tien's wrist like an iron trap. "You're past your limit," he said flatly.
Tien's lips curled into a strained grin. "Wouldn't be the first time."
With his free hand, Tien summoned a pulse of ki that detonated between them, forcing Bardock's grip to loosen. He dropped into a low stance, channeling every remaining fragment of energy into his core.
For a second, his aura vanished completely — then it returned, denser, sharper, pure crimson. The Kaioken's light turned blinding.
Tien's voice rasped through the roar. "Infinite… Kikoho… Resonance!"
The air exploded.
Dozens of triangular blasts formed instantly, converging on Bardock's position from every angle. The beams cut through the ring, intersecting in a pattern so complex it looked like a storm of light. Each one struck and folded into the next, collapsing the air around the Saiyan into a miniature sun.
The crowd squinted against the glare. Even Future Gohan looked alarmed. "He's going to burn himself alive doing that."
Goku frowned. "No… that's Tien's choice."
Inside the inferno, Bardock's silhouette didn't move. The blasts finally died, leaving nothing but smoke and molten stone.
Tien dropped to one knee, chest heaving, his aura flickering out. His third eye dimmed. He couldn't even raise his arms anymore.
Then the smoke shifted.
A golden light pierced through. Bardock stood unharmed — his armor cracked, his hair glowing brighter than before. Super Saiyan 3.
His voice was low, almost quiet. "That was your best, huh? Not bad. Not enough."
He blurred forward. The punch landed clean, straight to Tien's abdomen. The air shockwave flattened the floor beneath them.
Tien gasped, the sound choked and sharp. He crumpled but Bardock caught him by the shoulder before he hit the ground. "Stay down," he said, setting him gently on his feet before letting him drop.
Tien hit the floor hard but conscious — staring up at the ceiling, chest rising slow. He smiled faintly. "Guess I found my limit after all."
Bardock's smirk softened. "Then break it next time."
He turned away, golden aura fading, his hair settling back to black.
The match was over.
Timeline 9's bench broke the silence first.Yamcha stood halfway up. "I can't believe it. He lasted that long against that guy."Krillin nodded, grinning with pride. "That's Tien for you. Always pushing past what's smart."Prime Roshi chuckled under his breath. "A true martial artist. Lost the battle, but not the principle."Tien's teammates bowed their heads as medics rushed in. He was breathing, but his energy reserves were shattered.
Across the ring, Timeline 5's reaction was quieter.Ruthless Vegeta's smirk was sharp. "That's what I expect from Father. He doesn't waste time."Ruthless Kakarot gave a dry laugh. "Doesn't waste anything."King Vegeta exhaled slowly. "Good. He's showing the universe what real Saiyan dominance looks like."
Bardock ignored all of them, walking back to his bench without so much as a look. He wasn't interested in celebration.
Timeline 1's group watched with mixed expressions.Goku leaned forward, his face serious. "He didn't even go full power until the end. Bardock's control is scary."Future Gohan nodded. "He's efficient. Every hit counts."Piccolo's tone was neutral. "Tien gave everything. It just wasn't enough. That's the difference between discipline and evolution."Bulma sighed softly. "I'm just glad he's still breathing. Kaioken x200? That's insane."Krillin added, half-jokingly, "Yeah, I'm not trying that any time soon."
Timeline 2 watched in silence for a while before Vegito spoke. "That human had guts. I'll give him that."Uub frowned slightly. "Do you think I could've handled Bardock?"Vegito smirked. "You'd make quick work, Just don't underestimate him"
Uub nodded, thoughtful.
When Daishinkan finally raised his hand, the declaration was almost unnecessary."Winner: Bardock, from Timeline Five."
Ruthless Vegeta (T5) vs Android 19 (T3)
Dr. Gero sat on the edge of his bench, his mechanical hand on his chin. His face was calm, but his single human eye flickered faintly red. I won't waste any more data on this one, he thought coldly. 19 is expendable. 21 is my focus now.
The crowd barely murmured. No one expected a spectacle. Only a reminder.
Across the field, Ruthless Vegeta rose from his bench, his arms folded, cloak swaying lightly behind him. He looked down at the ring with something between boredom and disgust.
"So that's my opponent?" he muttered, glancing toward King Vegeta. "A doll. Another toy. What a waste of my time."
King Vegeta nodded curtly. "End it quickly. Don't humiliate the Empire by letting that thing touch you."
Ruthless Vegeta smirked. "I'll do more than end it. I'll erase it."
He vanished.
Android 19 hadn't even processed the movement when a fist buried itself into his gut. Metal and synthetic skin bent inward like soft clay. A burst of energy followed — not an explosion, just raw pressure — and 19 flew backward, skidding across the floor.
The android's internal sensors flashed red. Damage rate: 32%.Vegeta hadn't even transformed.
He stood with his hands in his pockets, almost annoyed. "I thought you machines were supposed to adapt. Do something. Make this at least a warm-up."
Android 19's grin twitched. His hands extended forward as twin red beams fired — point-blank plasma meant to vaporize. But before the blasts even reached him, Vegeta raised a finger.
"Final Bullet."
It wasn't shouted, barely even spoken. A small flick of ki, and the air around him erupted. The beams were swallowed instantly. The shockwave flattened 19, sending chunks of his armor spinning into the sky.
Dr. Gero's mechanical brow furrowed. "His efficiency… ridiculous. That wasn't even one percent of his total output."
Timeline 1's bench exchanged glances. Krillin whispered, "He's not even in Super Saiyan yet."Piccolo grunted. "He doesn't need to be."
The android slowly stood, his arm half-melted but still functional. He opened his mouth — voice deeper, distorted. "Directive: Neutralize Saiyan target."
He lunged, the ground cracking under his steps. Vegeta barely moved. He simply raised one arm to block. Each strike sounded like thunderclaps, but Vegeta's expression didn't change. His eyes flickered with contempt.
"You hit like a malfunctioning training drone," he said coldly.
Android 19's power output spiked; his systems tried to compensate, his frame glowing red-hot. His hand shot forward, aiming to grab Vegeta's wrist — the absorption modules in his palms charging to drain his energy.
Vegeta smirked. "Bad move."
Before 19 could make contact, Vegeta twisted his arm, using the android's momentum to pull him in — then drove his knee straight into the center of 19's chest. The impact shattered the energy core's casing. Sparks and black smoke burst out.
The android wheezed — if it could even breathe — as internal alarms screamed through its circuitry.
Vegeta leaned in close, voice low and venomous. "Tell your creator… he built you weak."
He let go.
A faint golden light surrounded him. His hair spiked, aura flaring like a living flame. Super Saiyan — not roaring, not wild — controlled, sharpened, merciless.
"Die with some dignity, machine."
He vanished again. This time, the movement was a blur of afterimages. 19 tried to track him, twisting his head, rotating sensors — but all he saw were flashes of gold. Every direction.
Then came the hits. One to the jaw. Another to the side. A final elbow to the back of the neck. Each blow made the sound of steel being torn apart.
By the time the android's body stopped moving, it was already falling in pieces.
Vegeta appeared behind him, energy flickering faintly around his hand. He extended it forward, palm glowing.
"Final Burst."
The beam was small at first, just a single pulse of light. But the instant it touched 19's chest, the explosion expanded like a collapsing star. A sphere of blinding white swallowed half the arena, forcing the barriers to shimmer violently before stabilizing.
When it cleared, only fragments of the android remained — half a torso, an arm twitching faintly before falling still.
Ruthless Vegeta lowered his hand, eyes cold. "Pathetic."
He turned and walked away, aura already fading.