From one side, a white-haired figure walked forward, each step ringing like iron through stone. Baby Vegito Black's cloak trailed behind him, half-torn, half-alive; threads of energy pulsed through it as though it fed on malice. His eyes, crimson and depthless, stayed fixed not on his opponent but on the floor.
He didn't need to look. The entire ring already bent to his ki — the air warped, the sound distorted.The fusion of a corrupted god and parasitic Tuffle biology, he was power given intent.
Across from him, Gast floated down from the sky in utter stillness. No entrance flash, no flaring aura.He simply was.The ground below his feet cracked into geometric lines, forming glowing circles — ancient Namekian symbols that shimmered in emerald and gold. His cape fluttered in an invisible current of ki as his eyes glowed with calm defiance.
Timeline 7's bench fell silent. They all knew Gast didn't need introductions; he was their world.
Baby Vegito Black raised his chin finally, his voice low but layered with static — like dozens of voices speaking as one."Another fusion… another mortal pretending to be something more."Gast's gaze didn't waver. "Not pretending. Im am."
Even Vegito (T2) leaned forward slightly, intrigued, while Broly (T4) grinned from the stands."I Need," Broly growled, "To fight both."Vegito answered without looking away. "That clone, In the end, He is me."
The Clash Begins
The Grand Priest's hand descended — the only signal anyone would get.
Baby Vegito Black vanished.A flash of white and red sliced the horizon, and the next sound was thunder — Gast was already gone from the spot, reappearing in the sky as the arena below detonated from delayed pressure.
Thousands of golden spheres erupted around Gast, orbiting him like a miniature constellation. Each one thrummed with life energy — the remnants of Namekians long gone, bound into living spells.
He pointed one finger downward."Soul Flare."
The sky ignited.A barrage of pure spirit-energy fell in a spiral, forming lances, whips, even dragons — each shape animated by willpower.They dove at Baby Vegito Black from every direction.
The fusion stood still at first, cloak fluttering in the rain of emerald light — then lifted one hand, palm open.The attacks touched his aura… and died.
It wasn't deflection. They simply stopped existing.
He walked through the lightstorm like a ghost, his steps cracking the arena tile by tile.Gast clenched his jaw and redirected the next wave; each beam shifted shape mid-flight, bending angles, changing frequencies, turning physical — blades, serpents, chains — but all met the same result.
Baby Vegito Black's silhouette blurred once, twice — then the sound of a punch split the air.
Gast barely crossed his arms before the impact sent him spinning through the sky. He caught himself with telekinetic anchors — glowing circles of energy that formed under his feet — and halted mid-air.
Vegito Black was already there.The second punch never came — instead, a single finger jab struck Gast's chest. The result wasn't an explosion, but silence: his energy field vanished like a candle snuffed out.
"Magic," Vegito Black said, voice flat, "is nothing but trick. Im am beyond tricks."
Gast's mouth bled slightly, but he smiled. "Power still follows laws. You just haven't found yours yet."
He clapped his hands together — the sigils below reignited. This time they formed a lattice of light, connecting him to the ground, to the arena's air, even the audience's collective ki."Great Fusion Field – Katas's Wrath!"
The light expanded like a net and slammed shut, dragging Vegito Black inside a prism of energy. Inside, space folded on itself — time loops, gravity inversions, ki interference, all compressed in a glowing trap.
For a heartbeat, it seemed to work.Then the prism cracked.
A white flare burst from within, shredding the light structure like wet paper. Vegito Black emerged without a scratch, eyes now glowing brighter red. He raised his right hand — fingers curled slightly — and the shards of Gast's broken magic froze mid-air.
With a twitch, they reversed course, firing back at Gast like bullets of his own energy.
Gast spun, barely avoiding most, but one clipped his shoulder, tearing his cloak. The feedback sent a sting through his entire nervous system.
Timeline 7 gasped; for the first time, their champion bled.
Timeline 1's Piccolo leaned forward, analyzing. "That monster..."Future Gohan frowned. "So even magic doesn't work on him…"Goku's eyes narrowed. "No, it does. He's just turning it against him. Like a mirror that breaks rules."
Vegito from Timeline 2 said nothing, but his smirk returned. "He's far beyond the Gohan Black I Heard from timeline 1."
Broly chuckled lowly. "That thing might actually be stronger than Vegeta."
Meanwhile, on the Saiyan Empire bench, Ruthless Vegeta's grin widened. "Good. Let them destroy each other. I'll handle what's left."
The Escalation
Gast dropped back to the ground, landing silently. His breathing was steady, but his aura had shifted — more fluid, less radiant. He stopped relying on spectacle. Instead, his hands moved in precise circles, drawing sigils that floated like blue smoke.
When he pressed his palms together, the marks vanished into his body."Then let's see how you handle myself."
He split into four.Not illusions — true multi-manifestations, each radiating equal power.
The four Gast moved in perfect rhythm — one from above, one from below, two on the flanks. The air cracked as all four attacked in unison, combining energy, speed, and psychic force.
The sound of impacts blurred into one long tone.
But Baby Vegito Black adapted instantly.With a small motion, he extended his left hand — fingers curved like claws — and caught one Gast by the throat. The others froze.
A surge of red-and-black lightning erupted. The captured clone screamed — not in pain, but in static, a digital corruption — and burst into motes of dark ki.
Vegito Black exhaled slowly. "You split your power. That was your first mistake."
He kicked once. The shockwave hit all three remaining Gast simultaneously, erasing distance itself. They crashed together mid-air, merging back into one from the force of impact.
Gast staggered, coughed, then wiped blood from his lip — smiling. "Maybe. But I learned what I needed."
Baby Vegito Black tilted his head. "And what's that?""That even perfection can bleed."
Gast's palms slammed together, and for a moment — just a moment — the ground glowed beneath Vegito Black's feet. Dozens of runic circles overlapped, each humming with ancient Namekian language. They activated all at once, not to destroy — but to steal.
Energy surged up from the ground, drawing a fraction of Baby Vegito Black's ki before he noticed. The air vibrated as Gast's aura swelled again, slightly brighter, slightly heavier.
Baby Vegito Black smirked. "Clever."Gast straightened. "Necessary."
They vanished at the same time — one pure instinct, the other refined calculation. Their clash ripped through the arena like a stormfront, neither visible for more than a blink before reappearing meters away, trading blows that split the ground open like lightning scars.
By the time they separated, the field was unrecognizable — half obsidian from heat, half glass from impact.
Gast exhaled, shoulders rising. Baby Vegito Black cracked his neck once, eyes glowing faintly brighter.
Gast was breathing hard now, but his eyes burned sharper than ever. The countless Namekian voices within him murmured in unity, an ancient chorus urging their champion forward. His mind calculated every possible path, every configuration of magic, brute strength, or speed — and every single one ended in his defeat.
Every single one.
He shut his eyes. So be it.
A low hum began in his chest, vibrating outward through every cell. The emerald glow of his aura dimmed, replaced by an otherworldly yellowish-green, almost gold in its radiance. His veins pulsed, muscles tightening like iron cables, and the pressure in the arena spiked.
Then, with a growl that wasn't quite human, Gast exploded upward in power.
The sound was unlike anything heard so far — a tearing, resonant howl that warped the air itself. His frame expanded slightly, his antennae crackling with raw energy. The ground beneath him liquified, slabs of the divine stone melting from the heat of his aura.
Piccolo from Timeline 1 muttered in disbelief, "He's… he's forcing the Super Namekian transformation beyond fusion. That shouldn't even be possible."
Future Gohan clenched his fists. "He's done holding back."
The Birth of a Monster
Baby Vegito Black's eyes narrowed. For the first time, something resembling excitement flickered across his otherwise lifeless face. The golden flare surrounding Gast shimmered brighter and brighter until the light hid him completely. Then it shattered outward, and there stood a being nearly identical to Piccolo — only perfected: taller, more defined, skin a deep gold-green hue, eyes gleaming with divine focus.
Gast's aura curved like a sunspot around him, oscillating with raw intensity. He flexed once, and the shockwave cracked the arena clean in half.
Baby Vegito Black smirked. "So the Namekian god still had a layer left to shed."
Gast raised his head slightly. "No. I simply stopped limiting myself."
"Then," Vegito replied, his tone lowering to a growl, "I'll stop pretending I'm limited either."
His aura rippled — not dark this time, not godly rose, but golden. Pure Saiyan light burned outward, the radiance staining the ruined arena in molten yellow. The audience murmured in shock. He could turn Super Saiyan?
None thought a hybrid of god energy and Tuffle corruption could manifest that primal light again. And yet there he was — hair spiking upward in a blinding, metallic gold, eyes burning teal through the crimson scars around them.
Two legends reborn: one of purity, one of corruption.
They stared for exactly one heartbeat.
Then vanished.
Collision of Suns
The first strike was so fast it broke time for a fraction of a second. The sound lagged behind the impact, echoing after both had already disappeared. Blinding light arcs danced around the field as they moved too fast to track, golden and black streaks interweaving like twin comets colliding in orbit.
The arena floated. Not metaphorically — the sheer gravitational pressure ripped it from its moorings. Chunks of divine marble and reality itself began to rise, suspended in their combined ki.
Every impact detonated like a miniature star.
Gast moved with an uncanny rhythm, blending martial precision with pure instinct. Every strike carried centuries of knowledge — pressure-point hits, dimensional displacement, ki interference. But Baby Vegito Black parried them with the ease of someone rewriting the script of combat as it happened.
"Your tricks won't work!" Vegito Black shouted, twisting around a blow and driving his elbow into Gast's ribs. The impact sent shockwaves spiraling through the sky. Gast slid backward, boots cutting grooves in the air itself before he countered with a point-blank energy pulse to the chest.
The explosion went silent, imploding instead of expanding — a reverse detonation that consumed its own noise.
When the dust cleared, both were bleeding. Vegito Black wiped a crimson line from his cheek and smirked.
Gast clenched his jaw. "Even bleeding, you smile."
"Because you're the first in eons to make me bleed."
Commentary and Awe
In the stands, Bulma (T1) was frantically typing into the modified scouter she'd built with her alternate selves. "Their power output is— impossible. Vegito's last registered limit was one hundred quintillion. Gast is holding 1,2 Sextillion, and Baby Vegito Black is at 3 Sextillion. 3!"
Future Bulma blinked. "You mean—"
"I mean this fight's breaking the tournament's entire measurement system!"
Goku gave a low whistle. "Guess there really are monsters beyond anything we imagined."
Gohan crossed his arms, lips tight. "And it's not even over."
Goten pumped his fists. "Hey! My dad's still stronger!"
Even Future Trunks had to grin. "You sure about that, kid?"
Vegito (T2) merely leaned forward, eyes half-closed. "It's all about strenght at the end, The higher power almost aways wins."
The combat intensified further. Gast vanished into the ground, using subterranean teleportation, emerging behind Vegito Black to unleash Dragon Burst Cannon — a Namekian ultimate that conjured ethereal dragons of plasma energy.
The beasts screamed as they spiraled, surrounding the Super Saiyan and detonating on contact.
The entire horizon turned white. For a few seconds, nothing was visible except the constant roar of colliding elements.
When the light faded, Baby Vegito Black was still standing — his left sleeve burned away, skin scorched but healing visibly through black ki. He grinned, hair flickering between gold and white. "Impressive. You made me feel that."
Gast charged again, forming an energy spear in each hand, crossing them like scissors. His attacks sliced cleanly through the air, forming distortions like broken glass. Baby Vegito Black ducked under one strike, caught the other, and shattered it with a headbutt.
He raised both hands, palms open. "Your magic ends here."
Crimson energy formed a spiral, sucking in all surrounding ki. For a moment it resembled a black hole, then detonated outward in a circular blast. Gast barely shielded himself in time, his cape disintegrating as he tumbled back.
But instead of retreating, he used the momentum — twisting mid-air, channeling his gathered magic into one final surge.
"Eternal Binding — Makyo Star Seal!"
Hundreds of Namekian runes shot from his body, wrapping Baby Vegito Black in spectral chains. The energy lines glowed bright blue, tightening with each second, absorbing divine ki to hold him down.
Vegito Black struggled once, twice — then stopped.
He smirked.
"You think chains can hold a god?"
He erupted. The blast shattered the bindings, shockwaves rippling across the void. The chains disintegrated into particles, and Gast was thrown back hard, coughing blood.
Baby Vegito Black's aura had changed again — the golden hue now mixed with streaks of crimson and silver, a fusion of his divine and mortal essence. His laughter echoed, hollow and distorted.
Gast barely stood, one knee pressed against the ground. His arms trembled, but his gaze never fell.
He planted both palms on the ground. The arena lit up — every tile, every fracture, every floating stone glowing with Namekian script. The runes formed an enormous sigil that stretched beyond the arena into the very fabric of space.
A colossal wave erupted upward, fueled by the combined essence of every fused Namekian soul. it was creation itself, reshaped into force. The entire plane shook.
Baby Vegito Black raised his hand to block — and for the first time, he was forced backward. His boots scraped molten trails into the stone as the wave consumed him, swallowing the entire sky in green-gold fire.
But then, out of the heart of the blast, a faint red glow.
The light condensed, solidified — and Baby Vegito Black stepped out, armor cracked, cloak disintegrated, but smiling wide.
"Fascinating. You made me use effort."
He opened his right hand, and a swirling black portal formed behind Gast — pulsing like a wound in reality.
Gast sensed it too late.
Baby Vegito Black appeared in front of him, faster than perception, his foot connecting square with Gast's chest. The impact was silent — the shockwave wasn't.
It sounded like a thunderclap across dimensions.
Gast's body rocketed backward, straight into the black hole. He twisted mid-flight, trying to counter, but gravity took hold — dragging him into the void.
"No!" he roared, trying to teleport, but Baby Vegito Black had sealed the space around him. "You fight with honor, Namekian," he said quietly, almost respectfully, "but this isn't your story."
Gast vanished into the portal — which then exploded outward, spitting him unceremoniously onto the spectator stands, broken, bloodied, and unconscious.
Silence. Then a single tone rang out — the angelic confirmation chime.
Gast had left the ring.
Victory: Baby Vegito Black.
The fusion floated down to the cracked arena, brushing dust off his burned clothing. His aura dimmed, his expression once again calm — as if the entire fight had been a fleeting exercise.
Timeline 7's bench rushed to Gast's side, Dende and the others beginning immediate healing, tears glinting in their eyes.
On Timeline 1's side, Goku exhaled slowly. "I… I can't even picture that level of control."
Future Gohan frowned. "He sent him out of the arena..."
Piccolo's fists tightened. "He could've killed him. That was restraint."
Vegito (T2) folded his arms. "Restraint from him means Mental Torture. "
Broly's grin widened, almost feral. "Then let him test me next."
Android 21 leaned back on her bench, eyes glowing faintly pink. "So that's what absolute chaos looks like," she murmured, licking her lips.
Dr. Gero beside her scribbled furiously. "Fascinating. A biological fusion maintaining divine ki? Impossible… yet perfect."
Even Ruthless Vegeta of Timeline 5 cracked a grin. "He's on our side of insanity. I like it."
Baby Vegito Black turned his gaze toward Vegito in the distance, the faintest hint of a smile forming.
"Soon," he whispered.
And as he walked off the field, the cracked ground repaired itself behind him, as if reality itself was afraid to leave traces of his presence.
The scoreboard flashed in golden script:
Winner: BABY VEGITO BLACK (Timeline 6)
The audience didn't cheer.
As if they expected this.