It was a sacred battle, locked in perfect deadlock.
Raditz was repelled—and immediately rushed forward again. Sarga took devastating blows—and counterattacked without hesitation. Their violence could hurt each other, wound each other, make each other bleed—but neither could land the killing strike. They fell and rose in endless entanglement, seeing only each other, the multiverse reduced to background noise against their singular focus.
"You cannot defeat me!" Sarga roared, waving his arms to generate white turbulent waves that crashed across dimensional barriers. "WHY DO YOU CONTINUE THIS FUTILE STRUGGLE?!"
Raditz gritted his teeth and pressed his attack. He still had strength remaining. He would not surrender, would not yield, would not stop—because everyone believed in him. Their faith was a weight he carried gladly.
Why am I fighting?
The question echoed through his mind even as his body moved on pure instinct, dodging, striking, bleeding.
When he'd first arrived in this world, he'd never imagined becoming the strongest existence in the multiverse. At first, he'd simply wanted to survive, to live well, to maybe carve out a comfortable life for himself. But the plot had pushed him forward through accidents of fate. The butterfly effect had changed so many things, shaped so many outcomes he'd never intended. He'd trained harder than anyone, pushed himself beyond all reasonable limits—but not out of ambition.
Everything he'd done, every sacrifice he'd made, every battle he'd fought... it was all for one simple wish.
To let everyone in the Dragon Ball world be together and happy.
He loved this reality with its pure hearts and endless fun. Every character had a unique story worth preserving. Whether in combat or daily life, there was constant joy to be found. Like the adventures in Tights's novels—long journeys filled with laughter and friendship, danger and triumph.
Raditz couldn't have imagined the life he'd built here. He'd become a leader among the Saiyans, earning their respect through strength and wisdom. He'd experienced countless crises alongside friends who'd become family, always finding ways to survive against impossible odds. He had Zangya—fierce, beautiful, loyal. He had Rukon, who called him father with such pride. A second child might already be growing in Zangya's womb.
The voices of those he loved echoed in his ears like a chorus of light pushing back the darkness.
Goku's voice: "Brother, I believe in you!"
Zangya's whisper: "I'll always wait for your return."
Rukon's crying plea: "Come back safe, Dad!"
Tarble's desperate shout: "Master, please!"
This world—this world with all its warmth and wonder and possibility—how could he allow it to be destroyed? How could he permit this bastard Sarga to erase everything beautiful and pure?
Fuck that. Fuck him. Fuck destiny and cosmic cycles and inevitable entropy!
"RAAAAAAAGH!"
Raditz erupted upward with a hysterical roar that tore through multiple realities. He knew rationally that his attacks couldn't defeat Sarga through conventional means, that they were too evenly matched—but he rushed forward anyway with absolutely everything he had. His entire body transformed into a spear of blazing light, streaking straight toward his target with singular, terrible purpose.
Sarga met him without fear, charging forward with equal ferocity. Their bodies twisted and collided mid-flight, becoming twin meteors of annihilation. Extreme heat flowed past them as they themselves became blazing lights bright enough to illuminate dying universes.
The two forces had reached their absolute peaks. They opposed each other with fundamental incompatibility, disintegrating layer after layer of universal reality. Brutal. Violent. Savage.
But filled with the blood-pumping intensity of warriors who refused to yield!
Then, in that moment of ultimate collision, understanding struck Raditz like divine lightning.
"This is it!" he gasped, revelation flooding through him. "This is the world of Dragon Ball! I finally understand why I crossed between two dimensions—it was all for THIS MOMENT!"
Come forth, Eternal Dragon! Grant my wish!
The silent shout erupted from the depths of Raditz's soul. The wish Zalama had implanted in his heart, the final gift the Dragon God had granted him—he called upon it now with every fiber of his being.
Wisps of golden light emerged from Raditz's chest, coalescing into solid forms. Seven Dragon Balls manifested from his body as spheres of radiant energy, their star patterns blazing like miniature suns.
They merged instantly, flowing together like liquid gold. A magnificent dragon took shape—not the familiar crimson Shenron, but a being of pure golden brilliance. It roared with the voice of creation itself and flew upward, dispersing into endless points of light that scattered across all realities like blessing rain.
"The Dragon God?!" Sarga's face went white with shock, his supreme confidence cracking for the first time.
Simultaneously, in the Time Nest, everyone felt reality shift.
Endless power crossed the boundaries between dimensional levels, beginning to impact the Time Realm itself. This sacred space existed above and beyond the major universes—but with all realities merged into singular existence, nothing remained truly separate anymore.
Led by Beerus, every gathered fighter released the full measure of their energy into a single focal point—the device Number Twenty-One had frantically prepared, containing within it the Seed of Civilization.
She'd explained during her hurried preparations: the Seed had been generated alongside the universe's explosive birth, another miracle conceived by cosmic will within the ancient ruins. Once detonated properly, it could theoretically stop anything—any phenomenon, any attack, any being.
The warriors who couldn't perceive the actual battle desperately wanted to help Raditz somehow. If this artifact could halt Sarga for even one second—no, even half a second—it might provide the opening Raditz needed to land a decisive blow.
Beerus and the others had tried everything. Heat. Direct bombardment. Energy injection of every type and color. Nothing had worked initially. The Seed remained inert, indifferent to their efforts.
But they refused to give up.
Everyone worked together now, combining their strength. A steady stream of devastating power poured into the Seed—Super Saiyan Blue, base Super Saiyan, God of Destruction energy, Supreme Kai divine ki, Hit's time manipulation, Jiren's transcendent strength. Powers from across multiple universes and combat styles gathered, focusing on this single point.
Number Twenty-One aimed the device toward the lower realm where the battle raged, waiting for a miracle with her finger hovering over the trigger.
Honestly, she had no real hope. She'd studied the Seed extensively during her captivity, run thousands of simulations. Pure energy input had never achieved ignition before. The readouts on her computer showed minimal fluctuation despite the tremendous power being channeled through the device.
But they'd reached the point of no return. Hope or no hope, they had to try everything.
"Come on," Trunks whispered, his own energy flowing into the Seed alongside everyone else's. "Please work. Please..."
Just when exhaustion began to claim them, when despair threatened to overwhelm hope—
The Seed of Civilization detonated.
Back in the chaotic void where titans clashed, the Dragon God's golden brilliance began to fade.
No dragon appeared to speak wishes or grant boons. Just golden light flashing across existence like a benediction, eyes filled with radiant glory that slowly dimmed.
"HAHAHA!" Sarga's laughter rang with triumph, desperation masked as confidence. "What Dragon God? Nothing but phantom light and empty promises!"
"The wish has been granted," Raditz replied, his smile fierce and knowing as he pressed his attack. He advanced several more points toward Sarga, their struggle intensifying. "A miracle is coming. Very soon now."
Sarga refused to believe it. He could still match Raditz blow for blow. Their strength remained approximately equal. No miracle had manifested.
Then something pierced through their combined domain.
A projectile, small but impossibly fast, entered the sphere of their duel. Both combatants were exerting their full strength in mutual destruction—neither could spare attention to deflect this intrusion.
The next instant, radiance detonated.
Not destructive light, but absolute cessation.
Everything stopped.
The attacks frozen mid-flight. Time itself halted. Even the flowing light streaming through thousands of overlapping universes came to complete standstill.
Sarga's eyes showed horror for the first time—genuine, unfiltered terror as he understood what was happening. His body locked rigid, face frozen in an exaggerated, hideous expression of shock.
But Raditz could still move.
The Seed of Civilization had stopped everything in existence—except the being Zalama's wish had protected. The Dragon God's final gift: immunity to the Seed's reality-halting effect.
Raditz's fist smashed into Sarga's frozen form with cataclysmic force. The blow connected with every ounce of cosmic power Raditz possessed, shattering the fallen being's defenses like glass.
Then another punch, this one aimed at the darkness itself—at the very foundation of negative energy Sarga had drawn upon.
Finally, Raditz's will could spread unhindered, unobstructed. When the will of the universe—the power he'd cultivated across one hundred thirty billion years—touched the stagnant darkness, it washed through corruption like pure spring water cleansing poison. Everything it contacted transformed into vast whiteness. The multiverse began reshaping itself, reality asserting its rightful nature at impossible speed.
Under Raditz's directed will, the shattered remnants of Sarga slowly dissolved into nothingness.
The fallen being's eyes showed ultimate despair. The god who'd been unscrupulous and arrogant mere moments ago would have screamed in misery if he could still move his frozen jaw. But silence claimed him as he faded from existence, unmade on every level of reality.
I've won, Raditz thought, exhaustion and triumph warring in his chest. It's finally—
Then disaster struck anew.
The disappearing Sarga detonated his accumulated negative energy in a final act of spite. The negative power that had exceeded cosmic balance—the fundamental problem underlying this entire crisis—was the true key. Sarga had merely been its carrier, its focusing lens. With the carrier erased, the negative energy exploded outward with nothing to contain it.
Raditz could clear it, could wash it away with Universal Law—but time was beginning to flow again. The Seed's miracle was ending, its single moment of infinite duration collapsing back into normal temporal progression.
Once time fully resumed its course, Raditz wouldn't be fast enough. The darkness spread too quickly, the multiverse already tilted too far toward entropy. He could clear pockets, could save fragments, but not everything. Not everyone.
The balance had shifted too far. The world was already at a fatal disadvantage.
"There's no other way," Raditz murmured, and impossibly, he smiled. Acceptance brought its own kind of peace. "It would've been nice to have another wish."
Still smiling, he rushed toward the heart of the negative energy explosion. The laws of the universe spread out from his body like wings of light, his boundless domain expanding to cover the entire unified cosmos.
White light flooded the singular universe, washing across every reality, every timeline, every possibility. Everywhere became blank and pale, pristine as fresh snow.
And within that purifying radiance, a single figure gradually disappeared...