Lisette's miscalculations were many.
Events deviated from her knowledge with a frequency that bordered on malice. Timing, opportunity, and fortune—everything aligned against her in the worst possible way. It was as if destiny itself demanded the death of Son Goku, declaring that no alteration to the timeline would be tolerated.
In hindsight, she realized her mistake. Regardless of how selfish it seemed, she should have kept the Dragon Balls under her absolute control. If she had monopolized them, the Pilaf Gang would never have squandered a wish on a whim, and the orbs would have been available when they were needed most.
The onset of the virus was different too. As if the universe had waited for the precise moment Goku was most vulnerable, he collapsed at the worst possible time.
When Lisette received the news and realized the Earth's Dragon Balls were inactive, she immediately attempted to teleport to New Namek. But even there, the timing was cursed.
The galaxy had united to crush the remnants of the Frieza Force, and the Namekians had joined the fray. In their desperation to protect their new home, they had already used Porunga.
A strange irony: the very chain of events Lisette had set in motion by training the warriors of this era had spiraled out of control and struck her back.
Only one option remained: the Black Star Dragon Balls. But their use required the fusion of Piccolo and the Previous God. Since the two were currently separate, the ultimate orbs were nothing more than stones. And fusion meant the permanent disappearance of the Previous God—a choice that made Lisette hesitate.
That hesitation was fatal. While Lisette wavered, Son Goku died.
In that moment, Lisette heard it—the sound of the train called Destiny clicking onto the rails of Despair.
Who was to blame? The Earthlings who used the Dragon Balls for a trivial wish? Goku, for pushing himself through a training regime that accelerated his disease? The Namekians, for using Porunga to fight a war?
No. The fault lay with Lisette alone. At least, that was how she saw it.
She was the only one who knew the future. She was the only one with the power to change it. And yet, she had been soft. She had been arrogant. She had assumed things would simply work out because "Goku is the protagonist."
She had relied on baseless optimism, let her guard down, and underestimated the stakes. By the time she realized the magnitude of her error, the damage was irreparable. And the price for her complacency would be paid not by her, but by her friends.
***
Amidst a wasteland of scorched earth and shattered dreams, a young woman stood with her eyes closed, lost in the ghost of a better past.
Back then, every day had been happy. They spent their lives training, but they could see each other whenever they wished. Even after years apart, they would reunite with smiles and laughter, as if they had only been parted for a day.
That world was gone now, burned away by her own failures. She had failed to take the future seriously. She had failed to fight with everything she had when it mattered.
It was too late. The Dragon Balls were gone, and the dead were never coming back.
All she had left was the desire to protect "now." To preserve whatever was left of the people Goku was supposed to have saved. For that reason, Lisette prepared to burn away the last of her soul.
"Lisette," a voice called from behind.
It was Gohan. His voice was a mirror of his father's. Long ago, she had forbidden him from calling her "Goddess." The boy she once knew had become a man—a man forged in the fires of a world that left him no other choice.
The innocence was gone from his face. Clad in a gi identical to his father's, he looked like a shadow of the hero they had lost. Scars traced lines across his skin, silent storytellers of the battles he had survived.
In another world—a world where despair had been averted—he would have married Videl and raised a daughter. But in this world, Videl and Hercule were already gone.
"Gohan... I told you to stay away," Lisette said without turning. "What lies ahead is a graveyard. I won't have you dragged into it."
"You really think you can take them all alone? That's impossible," Gohan replied. "Use me. I can at least be a decoy."
Lisette turned to look him in the eye. She saw the gaze of a warrior who had accepted his end—the eyes of a prisoner who had finally found the place where he would die. He, too, had been suffering.
If only I had been stronger back then.
If only I had noticed the signs of Dad's illness sooner.
If only we had found the cure before someone squandered the wish.
The weight of "if only" had been crushing him for twenty years. He lived in the shadow of a hero he could never surpass.
"I'm going with you," Gohan stated. "To the place where Dad and Piccolo are waiting."
"...I'm so sorry, Gohan."
"Don't apologize. This is the final battlefield I've been looking for."
Lisette said nothing more. There was no point in arguing with a man who had already decided to die. If she refused him, he would simply charge in alone. She apologized one last time, then unfurled her white wings, her body erupting in a divine radiance.
"Very well, Gohan... we die together. Our goal is to draw every hostile faction to a single point and seal them within a subspace rift. Then, I will seal the Big Gete Star and the Metal Cooler Core along with them! This is our last chance... if we miss this opening, the Earth is finished. Even if it costs our lives, we win here. Understood!?"
"Yes!"
That day was the only opening they had ever seen in twenty years of war. A literal miracle of timing.
The Metal Cooler Corps had temporarily left Earth to handle a disturbance in the Other World. Zarbon, realizing that the Earth's collapse would eventually threaten the entire galaxy, had led his entire corporate army in a suicidal total-war assault against the Big Gete Star, forcing Cooler to divert his attention.
In the Other World, Goku and Vegeta had finally mastered Fusion after years of training, successfully destroying Janemba and stabilizing the boundary between life and death. This stabilization weakened Hatchiyack, whose power was fueled by grudges. Babidi and Broly took that opportunity to launch a surprise attack on the weakened phantom, while Hirudegarn materialized in the middle of the chaos.
Every major threat was currently concentrated in one localized slaughter, with Hatchiyack weakened and Metal Cooler absent.
If they didn't act now, they would never get another chance. They would go back to being hunted, pinned down by superior forces that only cooperated when it came to killing Lisette.
(For what it was worth, Super Android 13 had already been smashed to pieces by Broly months prior.)
Lisette streaked through the air like a white meteor, with Gohan close behind. His hair stood on end, wreathed in golden lightning. This was Super Saiyan 2—a form that surpassed the limits of the legend. Through Lisette's training, he had reached this height, but without the Hyperbolic Time Chamber (which Cooler had destroyed), it was as far as he could go.
"I see them—attacking now!"
Lisette pushed her Burst Limit to 100x, striking the air like a thunderbolt. Her first target was the most dangerous: Broly.
Caught off guard, the Legendary Super Saiyan took a light-speed palm strike to the chest that sent him flying. Simultaneously, Gohan dove from the clouds, driving a kick into Hatchiyack's face.
"Do it, Dabura!" Babidi shrieked.
The King of the Demon Realm manifested a blade and swung at Lisette; she countered by materializing her own sword. Below them, the lower half of Hirudegarn tried to crush them, but Gohan slammed into the monster's side, knocking it off balance.
Bojack fired an energy blast, striking Lisette in the back.
"Gah!"
Blood sprayed as her dress was torn further, but she gritted her teeth and spun, firing a barrage of light that vaporized Zangya, whom Bojack had pulled in front of him as a shield. Dabura's sword sliced across her shoulder, but she responded by spinning into a horizontal slash that severed the Demon King's arm.
Suddenly, Broly moved. He appeared in front of Lisette, his hand glowing with green energy. He slammed the blast into her chest at point-blank range.
"Gah... huff...!"
"Hahahaha! You thought you could defeat me with such pathetic power!?"
Her dress was now little more than rags, but she ignored the pain, slamming her palm into Broly's jaw and using his momentum to throw his massive frame into Hatchiyack. Gohan followed up with a Kamehameha, engulfing both monsters in a blue torrent.
They dodged, parried, and bled, using their own bodies as bait to lure every monster into the center of the trap. When all the factions were overlapping in a single point of space, Gohan lunged forward, grabbed Lisette's hand, and threw her out of the center with all his might.
Gohan was now the only one left in the middle of the monsters. He had known it would end this way.
"Lisette! Now!"
"Gohan... wait for us on the other side. I'll be right behind you."
She triggered the Heavens Gate.
The rift swallowed the battlefield—Gohan included. She couldn't hesitate. If she tried to save him now, the opening would close, and they would both be slaughtered. She sealed Gohan into the subspace prison along with the monsters. Then, she opened a second rift, dragging the entire Big Gete Star into the same void.
The first stage was complete. Every major threat was trapped in a small, inescapable subspace dimension. They would be forced to slaughter each other until only one remained. Then, Lisette would wait for the survivor to emerge in a weakened state and finish them.
She couldn't keep them sealed forever. If someone possessed enough power, they could eventually tear their way out. She had to be ready.
Minutes passed.
Suddenly, a crack appeared in the air. It's starting!
Lisette took her stance. She prayed it would be Gohan, but deep down, she knew better. She watched the rift with lethal focus.
A massive, muscular hand reached through. Then, a body wreathed in gold. And finally, hair that reached down to the waist.
Super Saiyan 3 Broly emerged from the rift, clutching Gohan's lifeless body in his hand.
"W-What...!?"
"Hahahaha! You thought numbers or tricks could stop me!? I am the strongest in the universe!"
In a world where everything went wrong, one final tragedy had occurred. Trapped in a dimension of constant combat against every major movie villain, Broly had undergone a localized evolution, ascending to Super Saiyan 3. He had slaughtered the rest—Bojack, Dabura, Hatchiyack, and Gohan—and absorbed the energy of the conflict to reach a new, terrifying peak.
Lisette didn't retreat. If she let him walk free, the Earth wouldn't last five minutes. But the power gap was beyond anything she had ever faced.
"Is it...?" she whispered.
She stopped trying to survive. She just needed to win. If she didn't win here, the world truly ended. She was the only one left to stop him. She wouldn't fail again.
"Burst Limit..."
She gathered every spark of ki from her body, every ounce of energy she had spent twenty years drawing from the Earth, and prepared to burn her life as fuel.
"One-Thousandfold."
She ignored her limits entirely. This was her final radiance. Her heart began to beat at a speed that was no longer biological. Agony beyond comprehension tore through her cells. Like a candle flaring one last time before the dark, Lisette charged, a small smile on her face.
Finally, she could go to them.
(Goku, Gohan, Piccolo... Mom... Dad... I'm coming. Will you still be there to welcome me with a smile?)
Lisette, now a being of pure white light, buried her fist in Broly's chest. The monster roared, slamming his own massive arm into her ribs, but she didn't stop. She drove a knife-hand into his throat, manifested a sword in his heart, and a spear through his gut.
The final dance of the Goddess lasted until both her life and Broly's were extinguished.
***
By the time the unconscious Trunks arrived, it was over.
He had known something was wrong. Lisette had been too kind that morning. Gohan had been too gentle.
He remembered Lisette patting his head before his vision went dark—she had used her psychic powers to put him to sleep.
"Trunks, you have to live."
"You are our hope. The proof that we were here. That's you, Trunks."
A final farewell.
He had tried to scream, to tell them that the fate of the world didn't matter—he just wanted his family to stay. But the words wouldn't come.
When he woke up, Gohan's ki was gone. He flew as fast as he could, praying for a mistake. What he found were the corpses of the monsters... and the bodies of his two mentors. They lay in the rain, unmoving.
"No... Gohan... Lisette..."
He ran to Lisette first. Her heart... it was still beating! She was alive!
He felt a surge of relief before turning to Gohan. Had he been thinking clearly, he would have noticed that while Lisette's heart beat, she wasn't breathing. He chose not to see it.
Gohan was truly dead. Trunks felt his soul shatter.
He brought the bodies back. He buried Gohan on Mount Paozu, next to the grave of the father he had admired so much. He had to listen to the screams of Chi-Chi, who had now lost both her husband and her only son. The sound of her despair would haunt him for the rest of his life.
Chi-Chi never recovered. She became a living corpse, her hair turning white and falling out, her face aging decades in weeks. She stopped living; she simply existed, cared for by the Ox-King.
Trunks only kept his sanity because he believed Lisette was still alive. He stayed by her bed, waiting for her to wake up.
But weeks turned into months.
"Why?! Why won't you wake up!?"
"Trunks..." Master Roshi said softly, placing a hand on the youth's shoulder. "The Goddess is gone."
"That's a lie! Her heart is beating! She has a pulse!"
"You know the truth, boy. Look at her."
Trunks looked. Lisette's body was "Invariable." It would never decay. It would stay in its perfect state forever. But her soul was gone. She was a vessel without a pilot. She had chosen to die in every way that mattered.
"Aaaah... aaaaahhh...!"
"Trunks..."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
The realization finally broke through the wall of his denial. The grief and rage flooded his heart, and for the first time, his hair stood on end, wreathed in gold. He screamed until his throat was raw, but there was no "brother" to wipe his tears. There was no "sister" to hug him and tell him it would be okay.
He was alone.
"If only Goku... if only Goku had been here..." Master Roshi wept, banging his head against the wall until he bled. "What kind of 'Master' am I? I couldn't do anything... nothing at all..."
***
Three years later.
Trunks, now a powerful young man, visited the sanctuary on the mountain. At the center of the temple lay his sister—the God who had sacrificed everything to save a world that was already broken.
She lay on a bed in her white dress, looking exactly as she did the day she "died." Her eyes remained closed. Trunks sat by her side and spoke softly.
"Lisette... I went to the past today. I saw you there. You haven't changed a bit in twenty years. It surprised me."
The girl didn't answer.
"You once told me as a joke that you knew me before I was even born. I didn't think you were being serious. To think you knew I would come from the future... I still can't believe how much you saw."
He was talking to a statue. She was a "thing" now. Her eyelids would never move; she would never say his name again.
"I saw Dad's face too. He was just as proud as you said... though his hairline was... well, just like you described. I also met Goku. And Turles—they look so much alike it's hard to tell them apart. Piccolo was green... everyone was so full of life. The cities were peaceful."
He stroked her hair one last time.
"I'll be back... next time, I'll bring good news. I promise."
He turned to leave but looked back several times. Deep down, he still hoped she would sit up and tell him it was all a prank. But she remained still, and each time, he felt the weight of his loss all over again.
I will change this. I have to.
That wish was the only thing left holding him together.
***
[Future World Data]
Broly's Power Level: Through his evolution in subspace, his base power reached 2 billion. Upon reaching Super Saiyan 3, his power hit a staggering $1.6\text{ trillion}$.
Future Lisette's Power Level: After twenty years of war, her base was $1.5\text{ billion}$. Burning her life for a 1000x Burst Limit, she reached $1.5\text{ trillion}$. She made up the difference through pure technique and experience, but died from the backlash.
Future Gohan's Power Level: At Super Saiyan 2, his power was $30\text{ billion}$. In a normal world, he would have easily destroyed the Androids, but in this "Movie Rush" timeline, it wasn't enough.
The Supreme Kai: He attempted to stop Babidi alone on Earth and was killed. Consequently, Beerus died, and Whis was deactivated. The universe truly was without its gods.
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