"The next timeline — Ten — chronicles the rise of a Saiyan who consumed more than the fruit of power… he devoured entire galaxies."
🌌 Timeline 10 — Turles the Galactic Emperor
The screens above the coliseum flared to life, showing a lone Saiyan ship descending upon an untouched, blue-green Earth. The camera closed in on a figure — lean, dark-eyed, his expression colder than steel.
"In this reality, Kakarot never rose to protect his home. Turles, his twisted reflection, came first. And when he landed on Earth, he slaughtered both Kakarot and his son before they could awaken their destiny."
Gasps rippled through several benches — Goku's jaw tightened, his expression darkening as the screens shifted again.
Earth was burning. The Tree of Might stretched across the planet's crust, its monstrous roots coiling like serpents through mountains and oceans.
"With no defenders to stop him, Turles claimed Earth as his first conquest. He feasted upon the fruit of the Tree of Might — not once, but over and over — until his power eclipsed the gods of his universe."
The image changed again:Entire worlds being drained of life as the tree took root upon each one, its fruit glowing with a crimson sheen. Turles stood before every harvest, his armor stained in the dust of annihilated civilizations.
"Over centuries, Turles grew restless. Strength demanded conflict, and conflict demanded foes. He set his sights upon the Frieza Empire — and erased it."
A flicker of light:King Cold's frozen corpse drifting through the void.Cooler impaled upon his own death beam.Frieza's golden form shattered into glittering fragments beneath Turles' final blast.
"When the Cold Dynasty fell, the universe had no tyrant left to fear — only an emperor."
Now the screen showed Turles seated on a throne made from alien metal and bone, surrounded by thousands of kneeling races — Saiyan armor mixed with Frieza Force insignia, banners torn and rewoven under his sigil: a blood-red fruit impaled upon a black blade.
"Turles united the remains of countless fallen armies. He ruled not through fear alone… but through power that could never be challenged."
For a moment, the Grand Priest's voice softened — not in sympathy, but in respect for sheer will.
"He achieved what the Saiyan race always desired: conquest without end."
A new image took shape — Bojack and his gang standing before Turles, battle-scarred and snarling, surrounded by the bodies of their own defeated followers.
"Even the infamous Bojack and his Galactic Soldiers, once feared across the cosmos, rose to challenge the Emperor."
The crowd leaned forward as the projection froze on the moment of impact — Turles and Bojack trading a blow that fractured an entire moon.
Then, something unexpected.The image shifted: Bojack on one knee, his aura dim, bowing.Behind him, Zangya and Bido followed suit.
"Yet in battle, Turles saw what he admired most — strength without restraint. He offered them what he never offered anyone before… alliance."
A flash — Turles and Bojack clasping forearms amid the ruins of a shattered planet.
"Together, they became a force greater than any empire had ever seen. The Cold Dynasty's remains, the Tree of Might's corrupted energy, and the Galactic Soldiers' brutality merged into one unstoppable dominion."
The screens began showing galaxies fading to black — one after another.Entire clusters turned to shadow.Stars dimmed as the voice of the Grand Priest grew quieter, lower, almost reverent.
"For Months, the Tree of Might grew from planet to planet, consuming creation itself. Wherever its roots reached, no life remained. The universe became a monument to Turles' hunger."
The final projection showed Turles alone at the edge of the cosmos — standing before a dying star, his hand extended as if absorbing its final burst of energy. His aura burned violet and gold, so intense it distorted space itself.
"He ceased to be a conqueror. He became a cosmic predator."
The light faded, leaving only the faint echo of the Grand Priest's final words.
"Timeline Ten — The Era of the Galactic Emperor.A universe where ambition devoured mercy."
Reactions spread across the benches:
Timeline 1
Goku exhaled sharply, eyes narrowing.
"That guy's… me. Just Evil without anyone to stop him."
Piccolo muttered, half to himself.
"He didn't need gods to destroy creation — just time."
Future Gohan crossed his arms.
Timeline 2
Vegito smirked faintly.
"Turles. What a fun biography."
Uub frowned.
"But he's still mortal, right?"
Vegito tilted his head.
"Yea, Being evil does not turn one into a God."
Timeline 5 (Saiyan Empire)King Vegeta's voice carried low but sharp.
"He conquered what we sought to conquer. But he has no throne — only dust."
Ruthless Kakarot laughed, leaning back with arms crossed.
"He ate the universe. Sounds like my kind of guy."
Bardock chuckled darkly.
"You'd probably try to fight him for dessert."
Timeline 7 (Namekians)Gast's deep voice rumbled quietly.
"He represents what unchecked Saiyan evolution becomes — not growth, but consumption."
Timeline 9 (Humans)Roshi whistled.
"So… space Hitler, but with muscles and fruit. Lovely."
Krillin looked pale.
"Man, remind me never to skip a day of training again."
"The following timelines—Eleven and Twelve—will not be addressed in further exposition."
Murmurs rippled through the stands. Even the Zenos leaned forward, curious.
"From Timeline Eleven, none have advanced beyond the preliminary phase. From Timeline Twelve, only Tapion remains. His current condition requires restoration within the Celestial Healing Chamber."
The screens flickered for a moment, showing Tapion in stasis — his body bandaged, a faint hum of divine energy repairing shattered bone and scorched flesh.
"His valor was noted. Yet, the gods have deemed it… uninspiring. We shall not linger on what no longer stirs fate."
A faint chuckle passed through the higher deities' seats — Beerus, Belmod, and even Champa exchanging subtle grins. The mortal benches, however, stayed silent.
The Grand Priest raised one hand. Time itself seemed to still for a heartbeat.
"Twenty-six minutes remain before the continuation of the tournament. Use this moment well — not to rest, but to think. For from here onward, each match may decide not only your survival… but your universe's worth."
He lowered his staff, the air shimmering as the celestial timer appeared above the arena — a glowing blue clock ticking down from 26:00.
"Now, mortals and gods alike… speak, prepare, and plot your path forward."
Timeline 1 — The Earth's Legacy
Piccolo sat cross-legged, elbows resting on his knees, his eyes scanning the updated bracket."Four of us left," he said flatly. "Future Gohan, Future Trunks, Present Gohan, and Goku. Not bad."
Bulma was already running readings through her floating console. "Yes, But You're forgetting Vegeta and what he did for us. Even if he lost, the data from that god form is going to drive the others nuts."
Future Gohan crossed his arms, quiet but focused. "Vegeta set a standard none of us can ignore now. Broly forced him to it… and that might've saved the rest of us."
Goku tilted his head, smiling faintly. "Yeah. If I fight that Broly guy, I'll have to push further. Maybe I'll use that trick Vegeta did — whatever it was."
Piccolo frowned. "Don't even think about it unless you've mastered it."
Bulma nodded in agreement. "You saw what that power did to his body. That red form shredded him from the inside. But…" Her voice dropped. "It's divine energy, Goku. You could handle it."
Goten leaned forward. "So what's our plan?"
Future Gohan stood up. "Win. But smartly. Every fighter left can level a Universe. If we waste time showing off, we're done."
Goku grinned. "Sounds like my kind of plan."
Timeline 2 — Vegito's Cohort
Vegito stood apart from his team, arms crossed, eyes scanning the arena floor. The others could tell he was running through strategies in his head.
Trunks broke the silence. "You've got Rosan next, right? The Saiyan Empire guy."
Vegito's smirk was thin. "A brute with potential. I'll end it before he knows what happened."
Uub frowned slightly. "He's not weak, though. You saw his last match — even Roshi Prime couldn't handle him."
Vegito shrugged. "Roshi is a joke, Also this match will be good to test something."
"Testing?" Piccolo from T2 raised an eyebrow.
Vegito glanced at the spot where Vegeta had fallen earlier. "That red form. He's not the only one who can touch divine ki. I've… felt it before. Maybe it's time to see how far I can reach."
The group exchanged uncertain glances. Vegito rarely admitted curiosity — only certainty. But now his tone carried a subtle excitement, something bordering on hunger.
Future Trunks finally asked, "What if it's too risky?"
Vegito smirked, turning his gaze to the timer. "Then I'll die trying. But I won't die bored."
Timeline 5 — The Saiyan Empire
Chaos defined their bench. Ruthless Kakarot and Ruthless Vegeta were arguing — again."You call that a fight?" Kakarot barked. "You barely scratched your opponent before he dropped!"Ruthless Vegeta snarled back, "At least I won mine. Unlike your mindless brawling!"
King Vegeta slammed a fist into the seat between them, splitting the metal frame cleanly."Enough!" His voice carried enough authority to silence them both. "We're still in this. Broly carried our pride forward — that's what matters."
Bardock chuckled from the corner. "You're acting like that beast is one of us."
King Vegeta's glare cut to him. "He is a Saiyan. Nothing else matters."
Bardock tilted his head. "Maybe. But he's not fighting for the Empire. He fights for himself — that's why he won."
For a moment, there was silence.
Then Rosan spoke up, his voice calm but edged with anticipation. "None of that matters now. Vegito is next. If I can beat him, we prove that the Saiyan bloodline rules across all universes."
Ruthless Kakarot smirked. "Big words. You'd better back them up."
King Vegeta leaned back. "Do not embarrass our universe, Rosan. You carry our entire lineage now."
Rosan smiled — a predator's grin. "Good. I was starting to get bored."
Timeline 7 — The Namekian Union
Gast sat with his arms folded, quiet as always, while Nail and the other Namekians watched him from the side. His last fight with Piccolo still echoed through their minds.
Slug stood nearby, healed but distant. "You fought well," he admitted, his voice low. "Better than I did."
Gast inclined his head. "You fought with pride. That's all that matters."
Slug chuckled dryly. "Pride doesn't win tournaments."
Gast's eyes turned slightly. "No, but it defines why we fight."
There was a quiet moment of mutual understanding — two Namekians from different universes acknowledging what their race had become.
Gast then turned his attention to the glowing bracket. "My next opponent is Baby Vegito Black."
Slug scoffed. "A fusion of evil and divinity. That thing isn't natural."
Gast's tone was calm, but there was an edge of steel in it. "Neither am I. Let him test my purpose."
While most benches buzzed with strategy talk, three identical blue-haired geniuses found themselves drifting toward one another near the viewing platforms.Timeline 1's Bulma held her tablet tight, readings still flickering with unstable power traces from Vegeta's god form.Beside her, Future Bulma adjusted her glasses, her face weary but alert.And approaching with a confident smirk was Timeline 2's Bulma, lab coat tied at the waist, a compact scanner humming in her hand.
"Alright," T2 Bulma began, raising the small device, "I had to see if your readings were as messy as mine."
Bulma (T1) snorted. "Messy? You mean impossible. My sensors capped out three times trying to measure that red aura of Vegeta's."
Future Bulma nodded, scrolling through her own holographic display. "Mine froze completely. The god ki wasn't just unreadable — it reversed the polarity of my detectors. They started measuring negative values."
T2 Bulma chuckled. "Exactly. It's divine energy. It doesn't behave like mortal power. I had to rebuild half my systems to stop them from imploding."
The three of them exchanged knowing looks — the kind only versions of the same mind could share.
Future Bulma frowned slightly. "Still… I can't help thinking about that power spike Broly gave off. It wasn't divine, but it nearly broke the sensors anyway. That kind of raw growth rate—"
"—is statistically impossible," Bulma (T1) finished. "And yet here we are."
T2 Bulma smirked, clearly enjoying their disbelief. "You're thinking too small. I've been tracking everyone's outputs this whole time. And trust me — some of these readings make even Broly look tame."
Future Bulma raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
T2 Bulma leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. "Let's just say… I've had access to something you two don't."
She reached into her coat and pulled out a small, black-and-silver module shaped like a capsule core disk, lined with faint gold veins of energy. It pulsed once, as if alive.
Bulma (T1) blinked. "That doesn't look like one of ours."
"Oh, it's not," T2 Bulma replied, almost smug. "That—" she gestured to the disk "—was made using a sample of Vegito's DNA."
Both Bulmas stared.
"You what?" they said in unison.
T2 Bulma grinned wider. "Relax. Just a micro-cell sample from a broken hair he left on the gravity platform. I ran a few energy resonance tests. His fusion body emits a stabilizing frequency — divine ki mixed with mortal ki — which I used to create an adaptive sensor core. It reads potential energy, not just raw power."
Future Bulma's eyes widened. "You're telling me that thing can measure beyond quadrillions?"
"Far beyond." She tapped the disk lightly. "No limit. This baby could track a god of destruction at full strength without frying. Problem is, I don't really need to use it right now."
Bulma (T1) frowned. "Why not?"
T2 Bulma smirked, eyes flicking toward the ring. "Because I already know who's going to win."
Both the other Bulmas stared, half-amused, half-uneasy.
Future Bulma folded her arms. "You sound awfully sure for someone whose timeline keeps breaking reality."
T2 Bulma shrugged. "Confidence, darling. Comes with the hair."
Then, with a casual flick, she tossed the black-and-gold disk toward them. Bulma (T1) caught it effortlessly.
"Here," T2 Bulma said. "You'll probably need it more than I do. It'll pick up readings you can't even imagine."
Bulma (T1) studied the device in her hand — it felt warm, alive, humming with faint divine resonance.
The Grand Priest's voice rose once more over the hum of conversations, silencing the arena.
"The next phase begins. The quarterfinals of the Tournament of Timelines."
The screens flashed, brackets reforming in lines of divine gold as all universes turned their gaze toward the ring.
"Only those with purpose greater than victory will stand beyond this point."
Every bench went silent.The timer hit 00:00, the air vibrated with divine energy—and Whis, smiling faintly, whispered to Beerus:
"And now, my lord… the real chaos begins."
"About time," Beerus replied.