FUTURE TIMELINE
RUINED WEST CITY
The sky is gray.
Not from weather.
From ash.
The air tastes of burnt metal and crushed concrete. Broken towers lean like gravestones, their skeletons groaning in the wind.
Highways have collapsed into dust. Fires burn in pockets where resistance once stood.
And above it all,
Laughter.
Cold. Casual. Bored.
Android 17 stands atop a shattered dome, hands in his pockets, his eyes reflecting the dying light of a world he has broken.
Android 18 floats lazily beside him, examining her nails, her smirk as sharp as the blades hidden in her palms.
They are stronger in this altered timeline.
More efficient.
More refined.
More cruel.
For years, they ruled unchecked.
Until Trunks changed.
A sonic boom cracks the dead sky.
Both Androids look up.
A blue streak tears through the clouds, ripping the fabric of the atmosphere like paper.
Dust rolls outward in a shockwave of silence.
From within it,
Trunks steps forward.
Calm.
Composed.
Different.
No rage distorting his face.
No desperation in his eyes.
Only control.
And something else.
Something dangerous.
POWER LEVEL
CURRENT TRUNKS
• Base: 350,000,000
• Super Saiyan: x50 = 17,500,000,000
• Super Saiyan 2 (Mastered): x100 overall amplification = 35,000,000,000
And unlike before, there was no stamina drain and no emotional instability.
Android 17 tilts his head, his voice dripping with mocking curiosity.
"You feel different."
Trunks says nothing.
Electric sparks begin dancing faintly around his body.
Not explosive just Contained.
Android 18 smirks, her tone laced with amusement.
"Oh good. Maybe you'll last five minutes this time."
Trunks closes his eyes.
Breathes once.
Then opens them,
Lightning detonates around him in a violent blue eruption.
His hair sharpens, crackling with energy. His aura roars to life, vibrating the air itself.
The ground beneath him liquefies from pressure alone. Shockwaves ripple outward, flattening entire blocks into dust.
Android 17's smile fades slightly.
"…That's new."
Trunks vanishes.
Not a blur.
Not a streak.
Gone.
He appears directly in front of 17.
Palm strike to the sternum.
The impact detonates like a missile.
Android 17 is launched through six skyscraper ruins instantly.
Before the debris even settles,
Trunks reappears above him mid-flight and drives a knee into his spine.
The shockwave splits the horizon.
17 crashes into the earth hard enough to form a crater half a mile wide.
ANDROID 18 ATTACKS
She lunges from behind, energy blast primed in her palm.
Trunks pivots mid-air, grabbing her wrist.
He doesn't shout.
He doesn't taunt.
He simply increases his voltage output.
Blue lightning surges through her mechanical frame.
Her systems flicker.
He hurls her across the city.
She slams into a collapsed skyscraper, sparks erupting from her body.
They recovered quickly.
These versions are stronger than the originals.
Their power readings spike:
• Android 17: ~22,000,000,000
• Android 18: ~21,500,000,000
Together, they rival him.
They attack in synchronized formation.
Energy barrages cross and layer, forcing Trunks into defensive rotations.
He blocks with forearms reinforced in lightning.
Each collision splits the clouds.
They adapt quickly, learning his rhythm.
Trunks remembers Dura's words:
"Don't relax, Trunks. You're alone in this timeline."
His eyes narrow.
He shifts strategy instantly.
Stops trading power for power.
Instead
He accelerates unpredictably.
Not speed alone.
Timing disruption.
He allows 17 to commit fully to a strike,
Then drops below the angle and delivers a rising blade-hand across 17's energy core housing.
Sparks explode from his chest.
18 charges from above,
Trunks meets her with a two-handed hammer strike that drives her into the earth.
He descends between them, his lightning aura intensifying.
Trunks grabs 17 by the collar and drives him repeatedly through collapsed steel structures.
Each impact compresses the android's chest further.
17 retaliates with a point-blank energy burst.
Trunks tanks it, his yellow aura flaring brighter.
He counters with a spinning roundhouse kick enhanced by full SSJ2 output.
17's arm tears clean off at the shoulder joint.
Android 18 screams, not in fear, but fury.
She attacks wildly.
Trunks sidesteps and drives his fist straight through her abdomen plating.
Energy arcs violently.
He rips his arm free.
She staggers.
For the first time,
They look uncertain.
The Androids attempt a combined self-detonation protocol.
Power spikes dangerously.
Trunks senses it instantly.
Instead of retreating,
He ascends.
Pulls them both upward telekinetically using precise ki threads.
Blue lightning intensifies.
He compresses his aura around all three of them.
A containment sphere.
If they detonate,
It won't reach the surface.
Android 17 snarls.
"You'll die too."
Trunks' eyes remain calm.
"No."
He channels everything.
Power climbing,
35,000,000,000 to 38,000,000,000
SSJ2 pushing slightly beyond baseline through sheer focus.
He releases a concentrated dual-handed blast directly into their cores.
For a split second,
Silence.
Then
Blinding blue light.
The explosion erupts high in the atmosphere, contained within his sphere.
When it fades
Trunks floats alone.
Breathing heavy.
Aura dimming slowly.
Below him
The city remains standing.
For the first time in years,
No laughter echoes.
No destruction follows.
Only wind.
He descends slowly into the ruined streets.
Kneels.
Closes his eyes.
Not celebrating.
Not crying.
Just absorbing the quiet.
His timeline has changed.
But he remembers Dura's warning:
"Peace makes you soft if you let it."
Lightning flickers once more around him.
He looks to the sky.
There are still threats beyond this world.
And he now knows,
There are transformations beyond this one.
CURRENT STATUS:
• Trunks. Mastered Super Saiyan 2
Stable combat output: 35–38 Billion
• Androids: Destroyed
• Future timeline: Temporarily stabilized
But far away, in a different dimension,
On Mars,
Dura's battle shakes a planet.
Elsewhere in the dragon ball verse...
CELL GAMES ARENA
PRESENT TIMELINE SHIFTED
The wind howls across the white tiles of the arena, carrying the scent of ozone and crushed stone.
The mountains in the distance tremble from earlier clashes, their peaks shuddering like wounded beasts.
Dust drifts slowly between the two figures standing at the center of everything.
Goku.
Calm. Focused. Breathing steady.
Across from him,
Cell.
Perfect. Smiling. Evolving.
The air itself seems to vibrate with the tension between them.
Cell's aura begins to expand.
Not chaotic.
Refined.
His bio-android body humms, pulsing with energy as he draws deeper into his optimized genetic core, Saiyan cells, Frieza's durability, Namekian regeneration, all woven into a living weapon.
His voice echoes across the wasteland, smooth and mocking..
"You see, Goku… I wasn't complete before. I was perfect. But perfection evolves too."
Green energy spirals upward into the sky, tearing the clouds apart.
Shockwaves ripple across the planet, bending the horizon like a bow under pressure.
ENHANCED PERFECT CELL
FULL OUTPUT
Base equivalent combat index:
11,500,000,000 to 14,000,000,000
He has stabilized far beyond the standard Perfect Form. His aura sharpens into jagged flares of emerald light, crackling with raw power.
Goku wipes blood from his cheek.
And smiles.
Cell floats upward slowly, basking in his own power, his voice dripping with arrogance.
"I carry the greatest warriors within me. Saiyan adaptability. Piccolo's resilience. Your own techniques. You cannot surpass your own genetic ceiling, Goku."
He raises one finger.
Energy gathers at its tip, swirling like a storm.
"You're fighting a future you cannot win."
Below, the dust shifts.
And Goku reaches into his gi.
He tosses something into the air.
Catches it.
Smirks.
A Senzu Bean.
He eats it casually.
Cell's eyes narrow.
"Hey... What did you just eat…?"
Goku rolls his shoulders.
His bruises vanish instantly. His power stabilizes.
"Oh, nothing, nothing ..... Don't worry about it."
GOKU
CURRENT CALCULATIONS
Base: 180,000,000
Mastered Super Saiyan (x50): = 9,000,000,000
But that's not what he's planning.
FLASH OF MEMORY
THREE YEARS AGO
Training field.
Mountains shaking from sparring.
Dura standing before Goku, his voice low, serious.
"You've touched the edge of something deeper. Super Saiyan isn't the ceiling. But if you reach beyond it recklessly, it'll tear your body apart."
Goku grins, his eyes alight with stubborn determination.
"Then I'll just learn to control it."
Goku's expression changes.
Serious now.
No playful testing.
No pacing.
He drops to base form briefly.
Cell watches carefully, his voice laced with mocking amusement.
"Giving up?"
Goku closes his eyes.
And breathes.
Lightning.
Blue-white arcs snap outward, tearing the air itself. The arena tiles fracture instantly. The sky thickens, charged with energy.
Goku's hair rises higher, sharper, crackling with power.
His aura condenses violently around him, pulsing like a living storm.
Thunder roars from clear skies.
SUPER SAIYAN 2....
Controlled.
Newly unlocked.
Not perfected but usable.
Calculations:
Base: 180,000,000
Super Saiyan 2 (x100 amplification overall): = 18,000,000,000
Cell's smirk vanishes.
"Impossible."
Goku opens his eyes.
Electricity dances across his body, crackling with raw power.
"I was gonna save this for later. But you talk too much."
Cell roars and charges first.
Their collision splits the arena in half.
Mountains in the distance explode from shockwaves alone.
Cell strikes with full 14 billion output.
Goku counters effortlessly.
Each punch now overwhelms Cell's guard. Goku moves differently in SSJ2, sharper, faster, precise. No wasted motion.
Cell attempts a full-power Kamehameha.
An emerald beam ripping across the planet, tearing through the landscape like a scythe.
Goku doesn't dodge.
He counters instantly.
SSJ2 KAMEHAMEHA
A blue-white lightning-infused beam erupts from Goku's palms, clashing against Cell's attack.
The planet trembles. Animals across continents panic. The beam struggle lasts only seconds,
But it feels like eternity.
Goku increases output slightly
.
18,000,000,000 → 19,200,000,000 (combat surge)
Cell's beam collapses.
The blast consumes him entirely.
The horizon becomes light.
From within the explosion, Cell regenerates partially, desperate, his core destabilizing.
He tries to self-destruct.
But Goku is already in front of him.
Hand extended.
Two fingers touching Cell's forehead.
Instant Transmission range locked.
But not to Earth.
He teleports Cell directly above the upper atmosphere, far from the planet.
And releases a compressed SSJ2 energy sphere straight into Cell's nucleus.
No beam struggle.
No hesitation.
Just execution.
The explosion flashes like a second sun.
When it fades—
Nothing remains.
No core.
No regeneration.
Cell is gone.
THE AFTERMATH
The arena stands broken.
But intact.
No Cell Juniors.
No drawn-out sacrifice.
No Gohan stepping in.
Goku descends slowly, his aura fading.
Back to Super Saiyan.
Then base.
He exhales, wiping sweat from his brow.
"Guess that takes care of that."
Because Cell dies here,
There is:
• No Gohan SSJ2 awakening.
• No massive Zenkai rebirth from self-destruction.
• No psychological trauma pushing Gohan toward giving up training.
The Buu Saga shifts drastically.
Seven years later will not unfold the same way.
Goku does not remain dead.
Vegeta remains absent (still under Tree of Might corruption elsewhere).
Earth develops differently.
Power ceilings change.
CURRENT STATUS
• Goku, Super Saiyan 2
(newly unlocked)
Stable output: 18–19 Billion
• Cell, Eliminated Early
• Timeline, Altered
And on Mars, in a different dimension..
Dura's aura begins to rise beyond Stage One.
Green lightning spreads across space.
The fused Avatar looms.
And for the first time
Even the ancient presence that sent these cosmic avatars feels resistance.
And on Mars....
Mars fractures below like a wounded god.
The fused Avatar towers before Dura, a colossal entity of cosmic fire wrapped in gravitational lightning.
It no longer resembles anything humanoid.
It resembles judgment.
Space distorts around it.
Energy output rising.
Not linear.
Exponential.
Dura floats alone in the vacuum, his ki coating regenerating slowly over burned skin.
Base power steady:
Dura:23,000,000,000
He exhales, his breath visible in the cold void.
The fused Avatar raises one arm.
A spiral of cosmic flame condenses into a sphere the size of a continent.
It throws it.
Dura blocks.
For half a second.
Then he's driven through space like a meteor, smashing across Mars' upper atmosphere and skidding through its thin crust.
The planet trembles.
His aura flickers violently.
His internal systems surge.
His bloodline roars.
wanting release.
Floating above the shattered Martian canyon, Dura wipes blood from his mouth.
He feels it clearly now.
Stage One isn't enough.
The fused Avatar begins drawing power from nearby stellar radiation.
Its mass expands.
Its energy signature now rivaling low-galactic weaponization thresholds.
Dura clenches his fists.
Green aura begins leaking outward.
He tries to suppress it.
Fails.
LEGENDARY STAGE ONE — ACTIVATED
Green energy detonates outward.
Hair shifts tone slightly. Muscle mass increases. Aura thick and violent.
Stage One Calculation:
23,000,000,000 × 350 = 8,050,000,000,000
8.05 Trillion
Mars' surface cracks further from pressure alone.
Dura rockets forward.
Punch connects with the Avatar's core.
Shockwave travels millions of kilometers.
For the first time,
The fused Avatar recoils.
But not enough.
It counters with gravitational lightning that wraps around Dura's body and compresses space around him.
His aura strains.
Stage One begins destabilizing under pressure.
Dura feels it.
The edge.
Stage Two.
Unstable.
Emotion-based.
Explosive.
If he lets it consume him,
He could lose control.
Destroy Mars.
Potentially Earth.
But if he doesn't,
He dies here.
The Avatar begins charging a stellar-core blast aimed directly toward Earth's orbital path.
Dura roars.
The sound carries through the vacuum as pure vibration.
Green energy deepens into darker emerald.
Lightning arcs violently around his body.
His hair grows wilder. His aura expands massively.
Space bends around him.
Power spikes uncontrollably.
STAGE TWO FLUCTUATION BEGINS
Minimum:
23,000,000,000 × 500 = 11,500,000,000,000 (11.5 Trillion)
Rising
23,000,000,000 × 800 = 18,400,000,000,000
Climbing,
Emotion spike pushes it
23,000,000,000 × 1,250 = 28,750,000,000,000 (28.75 Trillion)
Mars' orbit destabilizes.
Asteroids disintegrate.
The fused Avatar pauses.
For the first time,
It registers danger.
Stage Two begins pulling at Dura's mind.
Rage.
Destruction.
Dominance.
Saiyan instinct amplified beyond reason.
He sees flashes,
Cities burning.
Worlds collapsing.
His fists drenched in cosmic fire.
He begins to lose clarity.
Power spikes dangerously.
28 Trillion and rising..
The ancient presence watches.
This is the breaking point.
Then
A memory.
Mia's steady gaze during diplomatic talks.
Miru standing calm despite pressure.
His family laughing inside the jungle base.
The warmth after training.
The quiet moments.
These were the reason he fought..
His breathing steadies.
Green lightning stabilizes.
His eyes regain focus.
Instead of roaring blindly,
He whispers:
"I won't lose myself.. ."
Power stops fluctuating wildly.
It stabilizes near upper-mid threshold.
Controlled Stage Two Output:
~21,000,000,000,000 (21 Trillion stabilized)
He has never done this before.
Maintained sanity in Stage Two.
The fused Avatar releases its stellar blast.
Dura doesn't dodge.
He flies into it.
He tears through the beam.
Every inch forward feels like pushing against a collapsing star.
His skin burns.
His ki shield fractures.
His muscles scream.
But his mind remains clear.
He punches directly into the Avatar's core.
The impact detonates across Mars like a planetary heartbeat.
The Avatar Fractures,
But does not shatter.
Instead
It adapts again.
Cosmic fire shifts color.
Lightning intensifies.
Its energy rises to match him.
Dura's stabilized Stage Two trembles under pressure.
If he pushes higher
He risks losing control again.
If he holds steady
He may not overpower it.
They lock in a stalemate above the red planet.
Energy tearing across the vacuum.
The ancient presence leans closer.
Observing.
Calculating.
Testing whether this Saiyan is merely powerful,
Or something else entirely.
Dura grits his teeth.
Green aura roaring around him.
Holding sanity by memory alone.
Mars splits further beneath them.
And for the first time,
The fused Avatar begins forming something in its hand.
Not fire.
Not lightning.
Something darker.
Older.
Mars is splitting along a glowing fault line.
Dura hovers in Controlled Legendary Stage Two, emerald lightning lashing outward but no longer wild.
Power stabilized:
~21 Trillion
Across from him, the fused Avatar's new construct forms, a sphere of dark compression that bends even light around it.
Dura growls.
He needs to finish this.
The fused Avatar fires its dark construct.
Arrogant, Ultraman intercepts.
The collision detonates in a silent flash that shakes Mars' axis.
Even Ultraman slides backward under the force.
And then
Another energy signature arrives.
Sharper.
Focused.
Controlled.
A blue-white comet slams into Ultraman from the side.
The impact echoes like a thunderclap through space.
Ultraman is knocked backward several kilometers, stabilizing mid-air but clearly surprised and pissed...
Floating between his father and the Ultra warrior,
Miru.
Aura blazing cobalt with silver streaks.
Eyes calm.
Breathing steady.
Power reading surges.
Base: 6,500,000,000
Aura multiplier engaged: ×1,200 = 7,800,000,000,000 (7.8 Trillion)
Not as high as Dura
But terrifyingly refined.
Dura's eyes widen slightly.
"Miru… this battlefield isn't.. "
Miru doesn't look back.
"You taught me to protect what matters."
Ultraman's eyes pulse brighter.
He prepares to kill Miru.
He underestimates him.
MIRU VS. ULTRAMAN
Ultraman fires a concentrated eye beam.
Miru sidesteps at relativistic speed.
Appears behind him.
Delivers a focused ki strike directly into Ultraman's shoulder joint.
The precision shocks even Dura.
Ultraman counters with a spinning elbow.
Miru catches it.
Not by overpowering.
By redirecting its angle using micro-bursts of ki at exact timing intervals.
He drives a palm strike into Ultraman's chest core.
Shockwave erupts.
Ultraman is launched back, skidding across the thin Martian atmosphere before regaining balance.
The fused Avatar watches.
Its dark construct grows denser.
It splits into two smaller singularity-like spheres.
Targeting:
Dura.
Miru.
Simultaneously.
Dura steps forward,
But his stabilized Stage Two flickers.
Holding it is draining him.
Miru glances at his father.
"You're stabilizing rage. That's costing you output."
Dura smirks slightly.
He's right.
Miru raises both hands.
Blue aura intensifies.
He links his energy frequency to Dura's.
Synchronizing.
For a brief moment,
Their ki harmonizes.
Emerald and cobalt twist together.
Dura feels it immediately.
Stage Two stabilizes further.
Power recalculates:
21 Trillion → 24.5 Trillion (stabilized boost)
Not higher through rage but through control.
The ancient presence observes.
Interest increasing.
Ultraman hovers at a distance, reassessing, hesitant.
The fused Avatar now faces two stabilized Saiyans.
Mars continues to fracture beneath them.
Miru looks at Dura.
"We hit the core together."
Dura nods.
"On my mark."
The Avatar releases both singularity spheres.
They warp space as they approach.
Father and son charge forward,
Side by side.
A synchronized burst of emerald and blue energy tearing through cosmic distortion.
Ultraman watches.
And this time...
He does not interfere.
He prepares something else.
...
Dura grabs one singularity sphere.
Miru redirects the other.
They slam both directly into the Avatar's chest core simultaneously.
And unleash a combined strike.
Mars' orbit wobbles violently.
The Avatar cracks deeply,
But from within..
Something else begins to awaken.
The dark energy wasn't its final evolution.
It was a shell.
Something ancient inside it is starting to surface.
And even Ultraman's chest tightens slightly at what he senses.