Danny had been in the Dragon Ball universe for about two months now, and he was getting restless.
Not in a bad way, exactly. His life at the orphanage was fine. Peaceful, even. He had friends, a routine, a bed that was surprisingly comfortable for institutional furniture. He trained every night, experimented with new Digimon forms, and generally kept a low profile.
But that was the problem.
Low profile.
Danny had spent his entire previous life being invisible. Being nobody. Being the guy who blended into the background and never did anything worth remembering.
And now he had the power to transform into god-tier beings, and he was spending his nights doing... what? Target practice on rocks? Speed drills over the ocean? It was training, sure, but it wasn't USING his power for anything.
He'd killed Frieza. He'd killed King Cold and Cooler. He'd saved the universe from a family of genocidal space tyrants.
And then he'd just... stopped.
"I need to do something," Danny muttered to himself, sitting on his favorite training island in the middle of the Pacific. "Something big. Something that matters."
But what? The Android Saga wasn't supposed to start for another year or so. Cell was still gestating in Dr. Gero's lab. Buu was sealed away and wouldn't be a problem for ages.
There were no immediate threats to fight. No crises to solve. No dramatic confrontations to have.
Danny was bored.
And when Danny got bored, Danny got stupid ideas.
The idea came to him at three in the morning, while he was practicing his Omnimon form's Supreme Cannon over the open ocean.
He'd been thinking about his powers—specifically, about the limits of what he could do. He could transform into any Digimon. He could use all their abilities. He could even, he suspected, do things that the original Digimon couldn't do, because his power was based on imagination and will rather than strict digital rules.
So what if he could create things? Not just transform himself, but actually manifest separate beings?
The thought was intoxicating.
And terrifying.
And absolutely something he needed to try immediately.
Danny focused. He visualized Omnimon—the original, the pure, the white knight he'd been when he killed Frieza. He poured power into that visualization, treating it like a transformation but pushing the result AWAY from himself instead of INTO himself.
Nothing happened.
He tried again. And again. And again.
On his seventeenth attempt, something shifted.
It was like pushing against a wall and suddenly finding a door. His power flowed outward, taking shape, taking form, becoming something separate from himself.
And slowly, impossibly, a figure began to materialize in front of him.
Danny watched in awe as Omnimon—a perfect copy of his own transformation—coalesced out of light and data. White armor. Red cape. WarGreymon arm. MetalGarurumon arm. The whole package.
The copy opened its eyes.
"What... what is this?" it asked, and its voice was exactly right—noble, commanding, confused. "Where am I? What am I?"
Danny's jaw dropped.
It was alive. Actually alive. Not just a puppet or a projection, but a genuine, independent being with thoughts and feelings and a sense of self.
"Holy shit," Danny breathed. "It worked."
The Omnimon copy turned to look at him—and immediately recoiled.
"You," it said, and there was recognition in its voice. Horror. Disgust. "You're... wrong. I can feel it. You're using our form, but you're not one of us. You're something else. Something that shouldn't exist."
Danny blinked. "Uh, that's a little harsh."
"What have you done?" the copy demanded, raising its Grey Sword arm. "What manner of abomination are you? Answer me!"
"Okay, first of all, rude. Second of all, I literally just created you like thirty seconds ago, so maybe show some gratitude?"
"CREATED me?!"
The copy's eyes blazed with righteous fury. Which, in retrospect, made sense—Omnimon was a Royal Knight, a being of pure justice and order, and he'd just discovered that his creator was some kind of weird anomaly using his form without permission.
Of course he was upset.
"I am Omnimon," the copy declared, leveling its sword at Danny. "Royal Knight. Defender of the Digital World. And you—whatever you are—will be destroyed."
Danny sighed. "Yeah, I figured this would happen."
He transformed.
The change was instantaneous—his child body expanding, armoring, becoming something that matched the Omnimon in front of him but twisted. Different. Darker.
Omnimon Zwart.
The shadow variant of the Royal Knight. Black and silver where Omnimon was white and gold. A dark reflection of the original, born from corrupted data and impossible circumstances.
"What—" the Omnimon copy started.
"Look," Danny-as-Zwart interrupted, "I know you're confused, and I know you're angry, and I know you want to destroy me. But here's the thing: I'm not actually evil. I'm just... different. And I created you because I was bored and wanted to see if I could."
"That's supposed to make me feel BETTER?"
"Honestly? No. But I figured I'd try."
The two knights stared at each other across the moonlit ocean. Omnimon, white and pure and absolutely furious. Omnimon Zwart, dark and uncertain and already regretting his life choices.
"We're going to fight, aren't we?" Danny asked.
"Yes."
"And there's nothing I can say to prevent that?"
"No."
"Okay. Just wanted to confirm."
Omnimon attacked.
Three hundred miles away, Piccolo's eyes snapped open.
He'd been meditating in his favorite wasteland, trying to process the events of the past few months. The appearance of Omnimon on Namek. The destruction of Frieza and his family. The strange disturbances he'd been sensing ever since.
And now THIS.
Two massive power levels had just erupted over the Pacific Ocean. Both of them felt like Omnimon—that impossible, overwhelming presence that he'd sensed on Namek—but they were subtly different. One was brighter, purer. The other was darker, more chaotic.
And they were fighting.
Piccolo took off toward the ocean without hesitation. Whatever was happening out there, he needed to see it for himself.
He wasn't the only one.
Goku had been sleeping peacefully next to Chi-Chi when he bolted upright, his senses screaming with excitement.
"Fight!" he said, his voice filled with childlike glee. "Big fight!"
"Goku, it's three in the morning," Chi-Chi mumbled.
"But there's a fight!"
"There's ALWAYS a fight. Go back to sleep."
"But—"
"SLEEP."
Goku vibrated with frustration for approximately three seconds before slipping out of bed and flying out the window. Chi-Chi was going to kill him later, but that was a problem for Future Goku.
Present Goku had a fight to watch.
Vegeta sensed the energy from his gravity chamber and immediately powered down his training.
"Finally," he muttered, a feral grin spreading across his face. "Something worth my attention."
He blasted through the wall of Capsule Corporation (Bulma was going to bill him for that later) and rocketed toward the ocean.
Gohan, Krillin, Tien, Chiaotzu, and even Yamcha all felt the disturbance and headed toward the source. The energy levels they were sensing were beyond anything they'd ever encountered—even beyond what they'd felt on Namek.
This was going to be either really exciting or really terrifying.
Probably both.
Danny-as-Zwart was having the time of his life.
Fighting himself—or rather, fighting a copy of his most powerful form—was EXACTLY as exhilarating as he'd hoped. Every attack, every counter, every exchange of blows sent shockwaves across the ocean and lit up the sky with explosions of light and shadow.
"GARURU CANNON!" Omnimon screamed, the MetalGarurumon head on his arm firing a concentrated beam of frozen energy.
"GARURU CANNON: DARK VARIANT!" Zwart countered, his own black-ice beam meeting the attack in mid-air.
The two beams collided, struggled, and exploded in a blast that parted the clouds and created waves that would probably cause problems for coastal cities later. Danny made a mental note to be more careful about property damage.
Later. Much later.
"TRANSCENDENT SWORD!" Omnimon roared, drawing his Grey Sword and charging.
Zwart drew his own darkened blade, meeting the attack with a clash that sent sparks of digital energy scattering across the sky.
They traded blows at speeds that would have been invisible to any normal observer—slashing, blocking, countering, adapting. Omnimon fought with righteous fury, his every attack powered by the conviction that he was destroying an abomination. Zwart fought with joyful abandon, reveling in the challenge of facing an opponent who was truly his equal.
"You're holding back," Omnimon accused, their swords locked together. "Why?"
"So are you," Zwart replied. "We both know we have more power than this. But isn't it more fun to draw it out?"
"This isn't supposed to be FUN. This is a battle for existence itself!"
"Says who? I'm having a great time."
Omnimon's eye twitched. Actually twitched. Danny hadn't even known that armored faces could do that.
"You're INSANE."
"Little bit, yeah. Comes with the territory."
They broke apart, circling each other like sharks. Both of them were breathing hard—or doing the Digimon equivalent of breathing hard—and their armor showed the marks of their exchange. Dents. Scratches. Signs that this fight was very, very real.
Danny was grinning behind his helmet. He couldn't help it. This was everything he'd ever wanted and more.
And then he sensed the Z-Fighters approaching.
"Oh no," he whispered.
Piccolo arrived first, because of course he did.
The Namekian warrior had pushed himself to his absolute limit, desperate to understand what was happening. And what he found when he arrived was beyond anything he could have imagined.
Two armored knights were locked in combat above the ocean. One was white and gold—identical to the Omnimon who had killed Frieza on Namek. The other was black and silver—a darker, twisted version of the same being.
Both of them were radiating power that made Piccolo's enhanced senses scream in protest.
"What the hell is going on?" Piccolo demanded.
Neither knight responded. They were too busy trying to kill each other.
"GREY SWORD: SHADOW SLASH!" the dark one screamed, his blade splitting into multiple afterimages.
"TRANSCENDENT SWORD: OMEGA BLADE!" the white one countered, his sword blazing with golden light.
The attacks collided in an explosion that nearly knocked Piccolo out of the sky.
"THIS IS AMAZING!" Goku's voice came from behind him. "LOOK AT THEM GO!"
Piccolo turned to see Goku hovering nearby, his face lit up with the kind of pure joy that only an exceptionally powerful battle could inspire.
"Goku, focus! We need to figure out what's happening!"
"What's happening is a really cool fight! Isn't it obvious?"
"They're fighting EACH OTHER! One of them killed Frieza! The other one might be a threat!"
Goku paused, his expression shifting into something approaching seriousness. "Oh. Yeah. That's probably important."
Vegeta arrived next, followed shortly by Gohan, Krillin, Tien, and Chiaotzu. Yamcha showed up about thirty seconds later, having gotten lost twice on the way.
They all stared at the battle unfolding above them.
"There are two of them," Vegeta said, his voice tight. "Two impossibly powerful armored beings, and they're trying to destroy each other."
"The white one is Omnimon," Piccolo explained. "The one who killed Frieza. The black one... I don't know."
"We should help!" Goku said immediately.
"Help WHO?"
"The white one! He's the good guy, right? He killed Frieza!"
Piccolo hesitated. On one hand, Goku had a point—Omnimon had saved them on Namek, had eliminated the greatest threat the universe had ever known. If he was fighting something, that something was probably dangerous.
On the other hand, they knew nothing about either of these beings. What if they were both threats? What if the white one wasn't as heroic as they assumed?
"We observe for now," Piccolo decided. "If it looks like the white one is losing, we'll intervene."
"That's no fun," Goku pouted.
"This isn't about FUN, Goku!"
Danny, meanwhile, was having a mild panic attack.
The Z-Fighters were here. They were watching. They were DISCUSSING WHETHER TO HELP.
And based on what he could overhear—Digimon forms had really good hearing—they were planning to help Omnimon.
The wrong Omnimon.
The one that wasn't him.
"This is fine," Danny muttered to himself, blocking another sword strike. "This is totally fine. I can handle this."
"YOU CANNOT ESCAPE JUSTICE," Omnimon declared, pressing his attack. "YOUR EXISTENCE IS AN AFFRONT TO EVERYTHING I REPRESENT."
"Yeah, yeah, affront to justice, got it. Can we take a quick time-out?"
"TIME-OUT?"
"Just like, two minutes? I need to think."
"I AM LITERALLY TRYING TO DESTROY YOU AND YOU WANT A TIME-OUT?!"
"It's been a stressful night!"
Omnimon's response was to fire a Supreme Cannon directly at Danny's face.
Danny dodged—barely—and counterattacked with a Garuru Cannon of his own. The exchange bought him a few seconds to think.
Okay. The Z-Fighters thought the white Omnimon was the good guy. They were going to help him. Which meant Danny was about to be fighting not just his own creation, but also the strongest warriors on Earth.
This was bad.
This was very, very bad.
But also... kind of hilarious?
Danny had a terrible sense of humor.
"Fine," he said to himself, a manic grin spreading across his face. "Fine. If they want to help the 'hero,' let them. This is going to be AMAZING."
Piccolo made the call about three minutes later.
"The white one is losing," he announced. "We need to help."
"FINALLY!" Goku cheered.
It wasn't entirely true—the battle was actually fairly even—but Piccolo had grown tired of waiting. If Omnimon was the being who had killed Frieza, they owed him their assistance. And if helping him meant destroying this dark version, so be it.
"Everyone, attack the black one together! Don't hold back!"
The Z-Fighters moved as one.
Danny saw them coming and felt a surge of genuine excitement.
This was it. This was the moment he'd dreamed about ever since arriving in this universe. He was about to fight the Z-Fighters—the ACTUAL Z-Fighters, the heroes he'd grown up watching—and he was going to do it as an evil-looking shadow knight.
It was like every edgy self-insert fanfiction he'd ever written as a teenager had come to life.
Except he wasn't actually evil. He was just having fun.
But they didn't know that.
"SPECIAL BEAM CANNON!" Piccolo screamed, firing his signature attack.
"KAMEHAMEHA!" Goku added, his blue beam joining Piccolo's drill-like energy.
"GALICK GUN!" Vegeta contributed, because he wasn't about to be outdone.
"MASENKO!" Gohan threw in for good measure.
Krillin, Tien, Yamcha, and Chiaotzu all added their own attacks to the barrage.
Danny watched the combined assault approaching and felt his grin widen.
"SUPREME CANNON: SHADOW BURST!"
The Garuru Cannon on his arm charged with dark energy and fired a massive beam that met the Z-Fighters' combined attack head-on.
For a moment—one beautiful, terrifying moment—the two forces struggled against each other. Eight of Earth's mightiest warriors against a single shadow knight.
Then Danny's attack started pushing back.
"IMPOSSIBLE!" Vegeta screamed.
"He's overpowering us!" Piccolo realized.
"EVERYONE, MORE POWER!" Goku commanded.
They poured everything they had into their attacks. Danny matched them. The resulting stalemate created an explosion that lit up the entire Pacific Ocean and probably gave several satellite operators a heart attack.
When the light faded, everyone was still standing.
And Danny was laughing.
"Oh, this is WONDERFUL," he said, his voice echoing across the battlefield. "Is that the best you can do? The mighty defenders of Earth? The warriors who challenged Frieza?"
"Who ARE you?!" Piccolo demanded.
"I am Omnimon Zwart. The shadow of the light. The darkness that exists so the brightness can be defined. And I am having the TIME OF MY LIFE."
"He's insane," Krillin whimpered.
"Completely," Danny agreed. "But insanity and power make for an entertaining combination, don't you think?"
The battle that followed was, by any objective measure, utterly one-sided.
Danny-as-Zwart fought the Z-Fighters AND his Omnimon copy simultaneously, and he was WINNING.
Not because he was necessarily stronger than all of them combined—he probably wasn't, if they really coordinated—but because they had no idea how to fight him. His abilities were completely foreign to them. His fighting style was nothing like anything they'd encountered. And his willingness to laugh while being punched in the face was deeply unsettling.
"TRANSCENDENT SWORD!" Omnimon attacked from the left.
"KAMEHAMEHA!" Goku attacked from the right.
"BIG BANG ATTACK!" Vegeta attacked from above.
Danny blocked all three.
"You're working together!" he observed cheerfully. "That's adorable. But you know what's better than teamwork?"
"What?!" Piccolo demanded.
"Being so powerful that teamwork doesn't matter."
Danny unleashed his own attack—"GREY SWORD: SHADOW MAELSTROM"—and sent all of them flying.
It wasn't a finisher. Danny was careful not to actually hurt anyone seriously. But it was a statement. A declaration.
He was stronger than them. All of them. And he wanted them to know it.
Goku recovered first, because of course he did.
The Saiyan warrior floated back toward the battle, his clothes torn and his body bruised, but his smile was wider than ever.
"That was amazing!" he said. "You're so strong! I want to fight you more!"
Danny paused mid-attack. "...What?"
"This is the most fun I've had in months! Usually I have to hold back so I don't hurt people, but you can take it! This is great!"
"Goku, I'm literally the BAD GUY here."
"Are you? I mean, you haven't actually killed anyone. You're just fighting. That's not evil, that's just sparring!"
Danny opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.
"I... I created a copy of Omnimon and started a battle that caused massive property damage."
"So? We do that all the time."
"I'm called Omnimon ZWART. That means BLACK. I'm the DARK VERSION."
"Dark doesn't mean evil. Piccolo's green and he's good now."
"THAT'S NOT THE SAME THING!"
"Close enough!"
Danny's brain was short-circuiting. Goku was supposed to be suspicious, concerned, ready to fight the dark threatening force. He wasn't supposed to be EXCITED about it.
This was not how this was supposed to go.
Piccolo, meanwhile, was having his own realization.
He'd been watching the battle closely, analyzing every move, every attack, every display of power. And something wasn't adding up.
Omnimon Zwart was strong—impossibly strong—but he wasn't fighting to kill. Every attack that could have been lethal was pulled at the last second. Every opening that could have been exploited was deliberately ignored.
He was playing with them.
"Everyone, stop!" Piccolo commanded.
The Z-Fighters paused, turning to look at him.
"What is it?" Vegeta demanded.
"He's not trying to kill us. Look at his attacks—they're powerful, but they're controlled. He's been holding back this entire time."
Danny-as-Zwart hesitated. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You've had at least a dozen opportunities to destroy us. You haven't taken any of them. Why?"
"Maybe I'm savoring the moment?"
"Or maybe you're not actually evil."
Silence fell over the battlefield.
Danny's Omnimon copy, who had been recovering from a particularly nasty hit, straightened up.
"He IS evil," the copy insisted. "He's an abomination! A corruption of everything Omnimon represents!"
"He's also apparently capable of creating perfect copies of himself," Piccolo observed. "Which means he created YOU."
"That's—that's irrelevant!"
"Is it? You only exist because he made you. You're calling him evil, but you literally wouldn't be here to make that judgment if he hadn't brought you into being."
The Omnimon copy sputtered. Danny-as-Zwart was suspiciously quiet.
"So what ARE you?" Piccolo asked, turning back to the shadow knight. "If you're not evil, why are you fighting us?"
Danny was trapped. He could lie—make up some story about cosmic forces and shadow dimensions—but Piccolo was too smart. He'd see through it eventually.
Or he could tell a version of the truth.
"I was bored," Danny admitted.
"...What?"
"I was bored. I've been on this planet for months with nothing to do. I have all this power and no one to use it against. So I created a copy of myself, started a fight, and waited to see what would happen."
Absolute silence.
"YOU STARTED A COSMIC BATTLE BECAUSE YOU WERE BORED?!" Vegeta exploded.
"I didn't expect you all to show up! That was a bonus!"
"THIS ISN'T A BONUS! THIS IS INSANITY!"
"I've been told that before, yes."
Goku started laughing.
It was the last thing anyone expected, but there he was—floating above the ocean, clutching his sides, laughing harder than he'd laughed in years.
"That's—that's the best—" he gasped between guffaws. "You're bored! You started a fight because you were BORED! I DO THAT ALL THE TIME!"
"Goku, this is serious," Piccolo said, but he was fighting a smile of his own.
"It's HILARIOUS! He's like me! A super-powerful warrior who just wants to fight! We're TWINS!"
"We are absolutely not twins," Danny protested.
"We totally are! We should spar more! This was great!"
"I'm a shadow entity of cosmic origin. You're a Saiyan from Planet Vegeta."
"So? Friends can be different!"
Danny was losing control of this situation. He'd expected confusion, anger, maybe fear. He had NOT expected Goku to adopt him like a stray puppy.
"Can we get back to the part where we're supposed to be fighting?" Danny asked desperately.
"Why? You already said you're not evil. What's the point?"
"I—there's still—my copy is—"
Danny turned to look at the Omnimon he'd created. The copy was staring at him with an expression that could only be described as existential crisis.
"If you're not evil," the copy said slowly, "then what does that make me? I exist solely to oppose you. If you're not worth opposing..."
"Don't have an identity crisis on me now."
"I am a manifestation of justice created to destroy injustice. But you're not unjust. You're just an idiot."
"HEY!"
"So what is my purpose? Why do I exist? What am I supposed to DO?"
The Omnimon copy sat down in mid-air—just sort of floated into a sitting position—and put his head in his hands.
"I'm having a moment," he announced. "Please leave me alone."
The Z-Fighters watched in bewilderment as the supposedly cosmic battle devolved into a therapy session.
"So... are we still fighting?" Krillin asked tentatively.
"I don't think so?" Gohan replied.
"What do we do?"
"I have no idea."
Piccolo approached Danny-as-Zwart with caution. "Let me make sure I understand this correctly. You're Omnimon Zwart—the dark version of the Omnimon who killed Frieza. You created this copy of the original Omnimon because you were bored. And now you're... what? Just hanging out?"
"I haven't really thought that far ahead," Danny admitted.
"That's apparent."
"Look, I know this seems crazy—"
"It IS crazy. You caused an international incident because you wanted entertainment. The energy from this battle was probably detected by every sensor on the planet."
"...Oops."
"OOPS?!"
"In my defense, I really was very bored."
Piccolo's eye twitched. It was becoming a permanent condition around these strange armored beings.
"You need to leave," the Namekian said firmly. "Take your copy, go somewhere far away, and DON'T cause any more disturbances."
"But I was having fun!"
"YOUR FUN IS CAUSING TIDAL WAVES."
Danny looked around and, sure enough, the ocean around them was churning with displaced water. Several islands were probably experiencing emergency evacuations right about now.
"Oh," he said. "Yeah. That's... that's my bad."
The cleanup took about two hours.
Danny used his various abilities to calm the ocean, repair the worst of the damage, and generally undo the chaos he'd caused. The Z-Fighters watched him work with expressions ranging from confusion to grudging respect.
"He's actually pretty helpful," Gohan observed.
"He's the one who caused the problem in the first place," Piccolo pointed out.
"Yeah, but he's fixing it. That counts for something, right?"
"I suppose."
When the work was done, Danny-as-Zwart floated before the assembled Z-Fighters and his still-sulking copy.
"So," he said awkwardly. "I guess I'll... go now?"
"You guess?" Vegeta sneered.
"I mean, I don't have anywhere specific to be. I was just planning to fly around until I found something interesting."
"That's the saddest thing I've ever heard," Krillin said.
"Thanks. I'm a very sad person."
Goku, who had been uncharacteristically quiet for the past few minutes, suddenly perked up.
"You should stay!" he announced.
"...What?"
"Stay on Earth! Train with us! You're super strong and I want to fight you more!"
"Goku, he just caused massive destruction because he was BORED," Piccolo said. "We can't just invite him to STAY."
"Why not? He fixed everything. And he seems nice."
"HE'S A SHADOW ENTITY OF COSMIC EVIL."
"You keep saying that, but he hasn't actually done anything evil. He just wanted to fight. That's not evil, that's just Saiyan."
"I'M NOT A SAIYAN."
"Close enough!"
Danny watched this argument unfold with a growing sense of surreality. The Z-Fighters were debating whether to adopt him. The actual Z-Fighters. The heroes he'd grown up watching.
This was not how he'd expected his evening to go.
"I could stay for a while," he said carefully. "If that would be acceptable."
Piccolo groaned.
Vegeta scowled.
Krillin shrugged.
Goku beamed.
"GREAT! You can train with us tomorrow! This is going to be so fun!"
The Omnimon copy, who had finally recovered from his existential crisis, approached Danny.
"What about me?" he asked. "What is my purpose now?"
Danny considered the question. He'd created this being without thinking about the consequences. Now he had a fully conscious, incredibly powerful entity who had no idea what to do with his existence.
"What do you want to do?" Danny asked.
"I... I don't know. I was created to fight you. That's all I was. But if you're not evil, then I have no enemy. No purpose. No reason to exist."
"That's not true. You exist. That's reason enough."
"Is it?"
"Look, I'm not exactly an expert on existential philosophy. But here's what I know: you're alive. You're conscious. You have the power to do whatever you want. That means you get to choose what you become."
The copy was silent for a long moment.
"I could protect things," he said slowly. "That's what Omnimon is supposed to do, isn't it? Protect the innocent. Defend the weak. Stand against those who would cause harm."
"Sounds like a good plan."
"But where? This world already has defenders. They don't need me."
Danny thought about it. The Dragon Ball universe was big—really big. There were plenty of places that needed protection. Planets being conquered by remnants of Frieza's empire. Civilizations threatened by cosmic forces. Innocent people suffering because no one was there to help them.
"The universe is a big place," Danny said. "I'm sure you can find somewhere that needs an Omnimon."
The copy nodded slowly. "Yes. Yes, I think I will."
He turned to face the Z-Fighters, who had paused their argument to watch this exchange.
"Thank you," he said formally. "For showing me that not all darkness is evil. I will... I will try to be worthy of the name I bear."
And with that, the Omnimon copy shot into the sky, accelerating until he was nothing but a dot of white light disappearing among the stars.
The Z-Fighters stared at the empty sky.
"Did... did we just accidentally send a god-tier warrior into space?" Krillin asked.
"I think we did," Gohan confirmed.
"Is that going to be a problem?"
"Probably not? He seemed nice by the end."
Danny-as-Zwart watched his creation disappear and felt an unexpected surge of pride. He'd made something. Something real. Something that would go on to do good in the universe.
It was a weird feeling for a guy who had spent his previous life achieving absolutely nothing.
"So," Goku said, clapping Danny on the shoulder (which was weird, because Danny was currently an armored giant and Goku had to fly up to reach his shoulder), "about that training tomorrow—"
"Goku, we haven't agreed to let him stay," Piccolo interrupted.
"Sure we have! I agreed!"
"YOU don't speak for everyone!"
"Since when?"
"SINCE ALWAYS!"
While Piccolo and Goku argued, Danny allowed himself a small smile behind his helmet.
He'd done something stupid tonight. Something reckless and irresponsible and potentially disastrous.
But he'd also done something good. He'd created a being that would protect the innocent. He'd proven to the Z-Fighters that he wasn't a threat. And he'd gotten an invitation to train with the strongest warriors on Earth.
Not bad for a guy who had started the evening bored out of his mind.
The next morning, Danny returned to the orphanage in his child form, having secretly left the island where the Z-Fighters were still camping out.
He slipped back into his bed just before dawn, closed his eyes, and tried to process everything that had happened.
He was now two different people to the Z-Fighters. Three, if you counted the original Omnimon from Namek. They thought those were all separate beings—different aspects of some cosmic force—when really they were all just Danny.
Danny Martinez. Digimon fan. Energy drink casualty. Creator of life, apparently.
His life had gotten really weird.
"But in a good way," he mumbled to himself as he drifted off to sleep. "Definitely in a good way."
Meanwhile, somewhere in the depths of space, the Omnimon copy was having an adventure.
He'd found a planet being threatened by space pirates—remnants of the Frieza Force who had decided to continue their predatory ways even without their emperor. The inhabitants were peaceful, defenseless, completely at the mercy of beings who had none.
Omnimon descended from the sky like a god of justice.
"Attention, criminals," he announced, his voice carrying across the battlefield. "I am Omnimon. Royal Knight. Defender of the innocent. And you have approximately ten seconds to surrender before I destroy every single one of you."
The pirates stared at him.
Then they laughed.
"A Royal what? What kind of ridiculous—"
Omnimon drew his Grey Sword.
The laughing stopped.
Back on Earth, Danny slept peacefully, unaware that his creation was making a name for himself across the galaxy.
He dreamed of digital worlds and impossible battles, of friends he couldn't tell the truth and a universe that was slowly becoming his home.
And somewhere in those dreams, he smiled.
Tomorrow was going to be interesting.
END OF CHAPTER 2
Author's Note: So Danny created life, started a massive battle for no reason, accidentally got adopted by Goku, and sent an Omnimon copy on a space adventure.
Just normal isekai things.
The Z-Fighters are now thoroughly confused about how many armored knights exist and what any of them actually want. Piccolo is developing a permanent eye twitch. And somewhere in space, Omnimon is discovering the joys of vigilante justice.
Next chapter: Danny actually has to show up for training (as Zwart, obviously), discovers that Vegeta's idea of "sparring" is "attempted murder," and may or may not accidentally reveal more powers than he intended.
Also, that Omnimon copy is going to become relevant again. Because I didn't create a character just to send him off-screen forever. That would be wasteful.