Android 20 (T3) vs Slug (T7)
The two fighters stood in the ring, facing one another, the silence thick with tension.Android 20 — the cold, calculating remnant of Dr. Gero — adjusted his cap, his pale mechanical face unreadable. His red eyes flickered as he scanned the tall, green figure before him.
Slug's cloak swayed slightly in the arena breeze. His presence was heavy — ancient, regal, but laced with something darker. When he spoke, his voice rumbled like distant thunder."So, you're another one of Gero's little toys."
Android 20 didn't bother replying. His internal systems were already active, scanning, measuring. Energy type: Namekian. Composition: Organic hybrid with mutation. Tactical threat level: low to moderate.
He raised one hand, energy already pooling in his palm. "You will provide useful data."
Slug smirked faintly, his eyes narrowing. "No. I'll just break you."
Daishinkan's voice echoed through the arena."Begin."
In the same instant, both vanished.
A sharp flash of light burst from the center of the arena — a collision that shattered the tiles beneath their feet. Slug's fist met the android's forearm, the impact ringing like struck metal.
Android 20 barely flinched. "Predictable."
He swung his other arm upward, catching Slug under the jaw. The Namekian staggered back half a step before grabbing the android's wrist and twisting it sharply. The bones — or metal beneath — groaned, but didn't snap.
"Your body's strong," Slug admitted, voice cool. "But your ki's mechanical. No flow. No soul."
Android 20 tilted his head slightly. "Soul is irrelevant. Only results matter."
His chest plate opened slightly — a thin mechanical aperture revealing a small orb inside. It began to glow red, humming with power.Slug's expression darkened. "Tch. Not this trick again."
Android 20 fired a massive, concentrated beam. The blast ripped across the arena, swallowing Slug completely.
For a moment, everything went white.
Then came the sound — a deep, guttural roar that cracked the stillness. Out of the light stepped Slug, his cloak gone, his body steaming, his muscles expanding. His size doubled in a second, his green skin pulsing with veins of energy. His eyes glowed orange as he cracked his knuckles.
"Try draining me now, machine."
He charged.
Android 20 barely had time to raise a hand before Slug's fist crashed into his face. The android's head twisted violently to the side, denting inward. He staggered, sparks shooting from his jaw.
Slug didn't stop. He grabbed him by the chest, slammed him into the ground, then swung his leg and kicked him across the arena. The android bounced off the tiles like a rag doll before skidding to a stop.
Dr. Gero's mechanical eye narrowed. "Useless."
Android 20 slowly stood up, his head half-crushed, half-repaired by nanotech. His voice buzzed with distortion. "Analysis… complete."
He vanished, appearing behind Slug in a blur, his hand thrusting forward to stab into the Namekian's back. Slug turned at the last instant, blocking with his elbow — the impact shaking the arena.
But this time, Slug didn't counterattack immediately. His aura flared bright green."Enough playing."
A sudden surge of power burst from him, blowing Android 20 backward. The android's sensors scrambled — the readings going haywire.
Warning: power density exceeding predicted limit.
Slug raised both hands to the sky. The air warped around his palms, a massive sphere of ki forming between them. "This ends here!"
He hurled it downward.
Android 20 attempted to counter — his arm cannons glowing red, absorbing energy from the air — but the explosion hit before he could react. The entire stage turned into a field of blinding light and fire.
When the smoke cleared, Slug stood tall, breathing steadily. The tiles beneath his feet were scorched black.
Android 20 was on one knee, his body mangled, one arm missing entirely. His systems flickered erratically.
Slug approached, expression blank. "You machines never learn."
With a flick of his wrist, he launched a compressed ki bullet straight through Android 20's chest. The android's body froze, sparks dancing from the hole, before collapsing face-first.
Slug turned his back, walking away as Daishinkan raised his hand."Winner — Lord Slug, from Timeline Seven."
The arena was silent except for the faint hiss of smoke from the destroyed tiles.
Timeline 7 cheered — restrained, but proud. Piccolo gave a rare approving nod.
Gast smiled faintly. "Crude, but effective."
Timeline 3, meanwhile, was motionless. Dr. Gero didn't even blink as the remains of his creation were teleported away."Another failure," he muttered. "No matter. 21 will correct everything."
He stood, his cloak shifting as he turned his gaze toward the far side of the arena — where Broly sat, silent, unbothered.
A mechanical grin crawled across his face. "Soon."
Uub (T2) vs Krillin (T9)
Uub from Timeline 2 cracked his neck lightly, rolling his shoulders. His aura flickered faintly around him, an indigo hue — serene but coiled tight. Krillin from Timeline 9 smiled and rubbed the back of his head."Man, you look serious. Guess I better not hold back."
From the benches, Yamcha shouted, "Don't get cocky, Krillin! Remember what happened with Baby Vegito!"Krillin shot him a mock salute. "Yeah, thanks for the confidence boost!"
Vegito (T2) leaned forward, arms crossed. "Watch closely, Uub. You know what to do."Uub nodded silently, his eyes never leaving Krillin.
Daishinkan raised his hand."Begin."
The silence shattered instantly.
Krillin dashed first — and vanished. His Kaioken flared, his aura exploding red as his feet cracked the ground beneath him. "Kaioken… Times Thirty!"
He was on Uub in a heartbeat, fist driving toward his chest — but Uub's hand was already there, open, intercepting it cleanly. Krillin's eyes widened. He caught it?
Uub smirked slightly. "You're fast. But you're not faster than my training."
With a twist of his wrist, Uub redirected the punch, pulling Krillin forward and slamming his knee into Krillin's ribs. The impact echoed through the arena like a cannon blast. Krillin coughed once, slid back, and flipped into a stance.
"Okay," Krillin muttered. "So you've got that monk discipline thing going on. I can work with that."
He inhaled sharply, planting both feet — his aura condensed tighter, brighter. Kaioken… times sixty!
The ground fractured under his aura's pressure. Even the angels glanced briefly his way.
Krillin vanished again, reappearing above Uub with both hands cupped together. "Kamehameha!"
The classic wave erupted — bright blue, filled with raw, human determination. It wasn't massive like Goku's or Vegeta's. It was refined — compact, sharp, and aimed to kill.
Uub didn't dodge. Instead, he inhaled, his aura darkening. He raised both palms and met the beam head-on.
The entire arena shuddered. The energy roared between them, Krillin straining, Uub barely moving. Slowly — deliberately — Uub stepped through the beam, inch by inch, until he stood directly in front of Krillin, who was gasping from the effort.
"Not bad." Uub's calm voice cut through the roar. "But now it's my turn."
He disappeared.
Krillin blinked, and in the next moment, a knee connected with his gut, followed by a spinning backhand that cracked against his jaw. The sequence was surgical — each strike flowing perfectly into the next, no wasted motion. Krillin hit the ground hard, sliding across the arena before catching himself mid-roll.
"Damn, that kid hits like Buu," he groaned, wiping blood from his lip.
Uub landed softly across from him, arms relaxed at his sides. "Because im am him."
That line made Krillin freeze for just a second. What… You're Majin Buu?
Before he could react, Uub raised one hand and pointed two fingers forward. A thin, spiraling beam of golden light formed — not chaotic like ki, but pure, refined divine energy.
Krillin crossed his arms in front of him. "Alright… let's see it!"
The beam shot out — not fast, but vibrating with pressure. Krillin braced, the beam slamming into his guard. He dug his feet into the tiles, teeth clenched, the arena floor cracking under him.
For a few moments, it was just light and sound — but Krillin roared, channeling everything he had into one final surge of his Kaioken. His aura exploded red-hot, and with a wild scream, he deflected the beam.
The crowd gasped. Even Vegito raised an eyebrow.
Uub lowered his hand, a faint smile tugging his lips. "Good."
Krillin straightened his stance again, panting heavily but grinning like a maniac. "Don't count an old martial artist out yet."
From the benches, Timeline 9 was going wild.Yamcha was standing. "THAT'S what I'm talking about! The bald man still got it!"Tien smirked. "He's burning through everything he's got. But he's reading that kid's rhythm."Prime Roshi chuckled. "Heh. Uub's too calm. That calm breaks eventually."
Back in the ring, Krillin dashed again, a blur of red light. He was mixing it up now — no longer trying to overpower Uub but to outthink him. Feints, afterimages, deceptive steps — the same techniques that once confused even Saiyans.
And for a moment — just a few seconds — it worked.
Uub took a hit to the jaw, then the gut, then the ribs — three solid blows that made him stumble backward. Krillin went in for the finish, a flash kick aimed at Uub's head —
— only for Uub to vanish mid-blow.
Krillin's eyes darted around. "Wha—"
A voice came from above."Not bad for a human."
Uub dropped down like lightning, heel-first into Krillin's shoulder. The impact sent Krillin to one knee. Before he could recover, Uub's hands shot forward in a cross stance — and an invisible wave of pressure burst outward.
The ground fractured in an expanding ring. Krillin's Kaioken flickered out, his aura destabilized by sheer force.
Uub stopped, watching him carefully. He wasn't mocking — he was respectful.
"You fight like Goku," Uub said quietly. "Heart first. Never backing down."Krillin chuckled weakly, his aura fading completely. "Heh. Guess that's why he liked me."
Uub gave a slight nod — and then his stance shifted again, deeper, heavier. His eyes flashed gold for a second.
"This next part…" he murmured, "I'll show you why Vegito trained me himself."
The air rippled — and suddenly Uub's aura was no longer calm. It flared white, electric, humming with power beyond his base form.
Vegito from the benches smiled faintly. "Finally."
Uub's body gleamed with faint golden streaks — a hybrid state between his human restraint and divine potential.
Krillin felt it — and laughed through the pain. "You're kidding me… the kid's holding transformations too?"
Uub didn't answer. He blurred forward, and Krillin could only raise his guard.
The rest of the exchange became a storm — fists, kicks, counters, flashes of light — too fast for the untrained eye. Krillin blocked three, deflected two, and landed one — right before Uub's next strike connected, dropping him hard.
Uub caught him before he hit the floor.
"You fought well," he said sincerely.
Krillin managed a breathless grin. "Guess… I still got it for a minute."
Daishinkan's voice rang out."Winner — Uub from Timeline Two."
Uub bowed once before stepping away. Krillin was teleported to the healing zone, laughing weakly. "Man, what's with all these god kids lately?"
Roshi Prime T9 Vs Rosan (T5)
The crowd quieted as the two walked toward the center of the ring — two men who couldn't have looked more different, yet shared something in the air between them: experience, and something far older than power.
On one side was Roshi Prime, the grandmaster of Timeline 9, still looking deceptively frail in his loose gi, sandals scraping softly as he walked. His expression, however, was sharp — not the goofy old hermit of legend, but a calm warrior who had seen and guided generations. His aura wasn't even visible — but it pressed faintly on the air, like the hum of a storm before lightning.
On the other side was Rosan, from Timeline 5 — tall, fierce, and radiating an energy that was pure, uncontrollable Saiyan rage mixed with pride. His golden hair gleamed brighter than the sun, his eyes wild yet focused. His power rippled across the ground as he walked, every step making the arena shake slightly.
From the benches, King Vegeta from Timeline 5 smirked, folding his arms."Now this… this is what I like to see. A warrior from our empire proving himself again."
Ruthless Vegeta, sitting beside him, only shrugged. "He's raw. But his power — it's already beyond Bardock's in his prime. That's no ordinary Saiyan."
Tien from Timeline 9 muttered, "Rosan's power feels… violent. Even worse than Broly's. But Master's calm. He's got something planned."
Yamcha snorted nervously. "Yeah, sure. Calm's great, but I'd still prefer a mountain of muscle on my side."
Daishinkan raised his hand. "Begin."
Rosan didn't waste a breath. He exploded forward — pure movement, no thought, no hesitation. His knee met Roshi's guard before the echo even reached the spectators. The impact sent a blast of air across the stands.
Roshi slid backward, sandals screeching on the tiles, but his posture never broke. He lifted his head slightly. "So eager. You fight like a young me — no patience."
Rosan grinned, dropping into a brutal stance. "Old man, I'm gonna show you what a real fighter looks like."
He vanished.
A heartbeat later, his elbow crashed into Roshi's ribs — but Roshi wasn't there. He reappeared behind him, staff suddenly in hand, tapping Rosan lightly on the back of the head.
Rosan froze for a second. "What the—"
Before he could turn, Roshi's voice came from his left — "Kaioken… Times Fifty."
A red flash surrounded the old master as his palm struck Rosan's chest. The impact wasn't loud, but the shockwave that followed was. It rippled outward in concentric waves, forcing even the spectators to shield their eyes.
Rosan slid backward several meters, caught himself mid-air, and smirked. "Not bad, for a fossil."
Roshi sighed, shaking his head slightly. "Ah… youth. Always so loud."
Rosan's aura flared, golden and fierce. His energy skyrocketed, his hair growing longer, lightning flickering around his body. "Let's see if you're still that calm when I'm done!"
The tiles under his feet shattered as he leapt forward, screaming, "Super Saiyan 3!"
The arena nearly imploded.
He descended with a downward punch — but Roshi caught it with one hand. The crowd gasped. The old man's fingers closed around Rosan's fist like iron. His Kaioken surged again."Times eighty."
Rosan's eyes widened as Roshi spun, twisting his arm, and threw him across the ring — not with brute strength, but perfect leverage. Rosan hit the barrier, shaking the dome with the impact.
For a brief moment, Roshi stood there breathing evenly, the red aura crackling faintly."You rely too much on that power," he said, voice low but clear. "It's not just strength that wins fights."
Rosan stood, blood dripping from his nose. "You talk too much."
And then he was gone again — faster, sharper. The next exchange was pure chaos: Rosan's fists like thunder, Roshi deflecting each strike by millimeters, countering with subtle palm strikes and short-range ki bursts that kept Rosan off-balance.
Still, each hit Rosan landed started to hurt more. He was adapting, using sheer aggression to drown Roshi's precision.
A left hook connected, followed by a gut punch that made Roshi cough blood. The old man smiled through it. "Good. You're learning mid-fight. Saiyan instinct — it's terrifying, really."
Rosan snarled. "Stop analyzing me and fall!"
He brought both fists together and slammed down, but Roshi raised both palms — the impact created a crater beneath them, red and gold energy swirling like fire and lightning.
Roshi's voice, strained but steady: "Kaioken… Times 150!"
The sudden burst blinded half the spectators. Roshi's body glowed crimson, every vein alive with power. He released both hands in an open palm strike — a Raging Dragon Wave, red energy spiraling outward like a dragon's roar.
Rosan barely crossed his arms before it hit — and when it did, he was sent flying straight through the air, crashing into the far end of the barrier. The dome trembled, but didn't break.
He fell to one knee, breathing heavily. "You old bastard… you almost had me."
Roshi chuckled softly. "Almost?"
Rosan smirked, blood dripping from his lip. His aura snapped again, golden lightning raging around him. "Almost."
In one fluid motion, Rosan was in front of him, both fists colliding into Roshi's gut and chin in a brutal two-hit combo. The impact cracked bones. Roshi was launched back, slamming into the tiles hard.
The old man struggled to rise, still smiling faintly. "Heh. You've got a mean hook."
Rosan approached slowly, golden aura still wild, eyes narrow. "You fought well… for a human. But this is where it ends."
Roshi exhaled and leaned on his staff. "You're right."Rosan raised an eyebrow. "What?"
The old man smiled slyly. "It ends now."
Before Rosan could react, Roshi tapped his staff on the ground once — and a burst of ki from beneath them detonated, blinding light engulfing both fighters.
When the glow faded, Rosan was the only one standing — coughing, singed, but alive. Roshi lay on his back, smiling faintly, his gi shredded.
"I… forfeit," Roshi whispered. "Can't risk this old body breaking apart before the finals."
Vegeta T1 smirked ''Senile Bastard, you won't be in the finals since you just got elimated.''
The crowd went silent for a moment before the announcer raised his hand. "Winner — Rosan from Timeline 5!"
Rosan blinked. "You… you gave up?"
Roshi grinned. "Nah, I just didn't wanna clean up after you explode again."
Even Rosan couldn't help it — a confused, irritated laugh escaped him. "You're a crazy old fool."
As Roshi was teleported to the sidelines, still grinning, Rosan crossed his arms. His pride burned high, but somewhere under it, a sliver of respect flickered.
Even the Saiyan Empire bench was silent for a moment before King Vegeta muttered, "He knew he couldn't win… so he made it a draw in spirit."
Ruthless Vegeta only smirked. "That human's got more fight in him than half of our army."
Yamcha from Timeline 9 shouted across the ring, "See!? That's my master!"
Tien nodded solemnly. "He lost… but he made that Saiyan bleed."
The angels recorded the results. Rosan (T5) — victorious, but wary.