Future Trunks (T1) vs Uub (T1)
Future Trunks walked tall, his eyes cold and steady, sword hanging at his hip though he rarely used it anymore. His long lavender hair flowed loosely, glinting in the light of the haloed arena. The scar that cut across his cheek looked almost ceremonial now — a mark of everything he'd survived. His blue Capsule jacket was gone; instead, he wore Saiyan-styled battle gear, reforged with divine materials given before the tournament began. He looked older, sharper — a veteran who had fought his way through extinction itself.
Across from him, Uub took a calm stance. He didn't wear armor, only the gi given by Goku long ago — though it was now reinforced with divine fabrics by the angels themselves. His bare feet rested firm on the arena floor, his breathing calm and measured.Uub's eyes, however, told a different story. There was excitement there. Curiosity. Even a quiet joy.
Both bowed — a genuine gesture of respect.But only one smiled.
From the stands, the tension was divided.
Gohan (T1) sat forward. "Uub's been training nonstop since the last match. But Trunks… he's seen wars Uub couldn't even imagine."
Future Gohan said nothing — just watched his student and his brother figure face each other.Bulma, torn between pride and fear, whispered, "No matter who wins… at least the victory stays in our timeline."
Vegeta grunted. "Hmph. Let's see which one carries our legacy."
The Grand Priest's voice cut the air."Begin."
Both fighters vanished.
The air popped — a shockwave where they once stood.The first collision was pure speed — fists slamming, deflecting, then vanishing again. Their base forms were already past what most mortals could comprehend. Every strike sounded like distant thunder, but neither landed anything decisive.
Uub ducked under a roundhouse, pivoted, and countered with an open-palm strike to Trunks' chest. Trunks slid backward, boots screeching against the marble. He smirked.
"You've gotten faster, Uub. But you're holding back."
"I could say the same," Uub replied, his voice calm, almost friendly. "Show me that Perfect Super Saiyan power."
Trunks' grin widened. "Gladly."
Trunks' aura burst upward, lightning tearing through the sky. His hair turned gold, long and sharp, the energy around him steady and dense — not wild like a typical Super Saiyan, but condensed, focused.Perfect Super Saiyan.
The arena shook as Trunks' power stabilized — immense but under control, like a blade honed beyond perfection.
Uub raised his arm slightly, squinting through the glow. "That form… you've perfected what even your father struggled with."
Trunks clenched his fists, golden sparks crawling up his arms. "The future didn't give me room to fail."
He moved — faster than sound. One moment he was yards away, the next his knee was buried in Uub's stomach. The impact sent Uub flying backward, bouncing once before he steadied himself midair.
Trunks followed up immediately — teleporting in a blur, throwing a flurry of precise blows: right hook, left elbow, back kick, open palm. Each hit connected cleanly. Uub blocked some, deflected others, but the sheer force was crushing.
He countered with a low sweep, Trunks vaulted over it, and kicked him square in the jaw. Uub was flung upward, smashing into the barrier before flipping to land gracefully, sliding back a few feet.
Trunks smirked, confident. "You're good. But you can't match me in raw power."
Uub wiped a trickle of blood from his lip. "Maybe not… but you rely on it too much."
Trunks' eyes narrowed. "What did you say?"
"Watch closely."
Uub's aura shifted.No golden light, no transformation. Just pressure — immense, invisible pressure. The air around him rippled like heat, and the ground cracked beneath his bare feet.
His skin darkened slightly, his eyes turning a deep red-brown, like burning coal. His ki became sharper, almost sentient — Pure will.
Then, suddenly — he vanished.
Trunks' instincts screamed. Uub appeared behind him, spinning in midair with a roundhouse so clean it echoed like thunder. Trunks blocked just in time — but even so, the impact sent pain shooting through his arm. Uub didn't let up. His movements were pure martial artistry — flowing, precise, unpredictable.
Uub's – "Heaven's Hand Cycle"
He began with a right-hand thrust, fingertips glowing bright. The blow didn't land — it distorted air pressure, creating a false strike that baited Trunks' guard.Then came the real hit: a low palm aimed at the ribs, ki bursting on contact.Before Trunks could react, Uub rotated on his heel, dragging his aura through the air — turning it into a vortex that bent light itself.
Trunks tried to counter, slashing the air with a ki blade, but Uub's energy snared it — his ki absorbed the attack, spinning it back into Trunks' side.
Trunks grunted in pain, clutching his ribs. "You're mixing ki flow with pressure control—!"
"Martial magic," Uub said simply. "Taught by the Kais, Learned from my master."
He wasn't bluffing. His movements were seamless — part physical, part mystical. Each strike redirected energy, every defense pulled Trunks off balance without breaking rhythm.
Trunks retaliated, pushing his aura harder. He vanished — reappeared in front of Uub with a point-blank Masenko Flash, a massive yellow burst.
Uub raised a hand, fingers glowing with a violet outline, and caught it. Caught it.The energy compressed into a sphere in his palm — and he spun it, redirecting it back at Trunks in a bright burst.
The explosion kicked up smoke and dust, filling the arena.
From above, Uub's voice came calm but sharp. "You're not the only one with experience."
Trunks emerged from the smoke, panting, annoyed — but smiling. "Heh. I like this version of you."
Both shot forward again — trading blow for blow.Trunks, though stronger, couldn't predict Uub's rhythm. Uub moved like water — adapting instantly, every impact converting kinetic force into advantage.
Trunks punched — Uub absorbed the hit through his stance, twisting his torso to deliver a counter elbow to Trunks' chest.Trunks kicked high — Uub dropped under it, sweeping his legs.They collided mid-spin — elbow against elbow, knee against knee, shockwaves bursting outward.
From the stands, Goku whistled. "Man, I didn't even know Uub could move like that."
Vegeta folded his arms. "He's combining divine ki flow with martial discipline. Typical Kai training."
Bulma nodded slowly, fascinated. "It's not brute power. It's energy manipulation. Trunks is wasting more energy in every move."
Future Gohan's eyes were fixed on the fight. "That means if this drags out… Uub's going to win."
Trunks backflipped, gathering energy into his hand — a bright blue spiral forming, similar to his father's Final Flash but condensed to a one-handed blast.He aimed.
Uub didn't move.
"Final Sh—!"
Before he could finish, Uub flicked his wrist — a ripple of magic energy distorted the gravity around Trunks, making the air fold in on itself. The energy sphere detonated early, the explosion consuming Trunks mid-attack.
He burst through the smoke, hair slightly burned, furious. "You think tricks will—?!"
He stopped.Uub was gone.
Then — behind him."Not tricks," Uub whispered. "Strategy."
A glowing sigil burned on Trunks' back — a binding rune, invisible until activated.Uub clasped his hands, shouting, "Spirit Seal!"
Trunks froze mid-movement — his ki flow disrupted. His aura flickered wildly as Uub's spell siphoned off a portion of his energy into a vortex in his hand.
"Sorry," Uub said softly. "But I can't hold back either."
He released it — a pulse of raw force that sent Trunks crashing into the ground, cratering the divine floor.
When the dust cleared, Trunks stood again, breathing heavily, cracks in his armor. His aura was flaring wildly, but his grin had returned.
"Guess I underestimated you. That was… impressive."
Uub landed opposite him, arms loose at his sides, calm as ever. "I learned from your father, remember? And Goku."
Trunks chuckled. "Yeah, well—" He cracked his neck, golden sparks snapping around him. "That just means I'll have to stop holding back."
The ground trembled.The glow from Trunks' aura intensified, lightning crackling upward — the start of a transformation beyond.
Uub's stance shifted slightly, eyes narrowing. His own aura rippled again — darker, denser, magic swirling within.
Then Trunks' aura detonated.
Bolts of lightning spiraled outward, the air scorching gold and white. His hair stood taller, sharper, the strands thick with light — Perfect Super Saiyan 2, every molecule of power compressed to lethal precision. The marble beneath his boots fractured in a star-shaped crater as the energy stabilized.
From above, Uub's ki shifted in answer. His calm vanished — replaced by something darker, more primal. His eyes turned crimson, the whites blackened into an inhuman void. His aura darkened, swirling black with streaks of scarlet and faint traces of pink lightning — the same hue that once marked Majin Buu's chaos. His hair shimmered faintly with reddish tones, spiking upward with violent waves of energy.
Bulma whispered, "That aura... it's not divine, but it's not mortal either."
Piccolo narrowed his eyes. "That's Uub's inherited power from Buu. The pure, corrupted potential he's kept buried."
Goku's expression hardened. "He's fighting to control it."
And at that moment, both of them — the student of peace and the warrior of a ruined world — vanished from sight.
The clash was instant and deafening.Uub's fists slammed into Trunks' guard, each strike exploding with dark ki that distorted gravity itself. Trunks countered with speed, his punches sharp and heavy, lightning trailing behind every blow.
A left hook — blocked.A spinning heel — dodged.A blast to the gut — redirected into the air.Every hit met a counter, every move answered.
Uub leaped back, hands glowing black-red. "Majin Impact!"He fired — a wave that twisted like liquid flame, moving unnaturally fast. Trunks raised a barrier, but the impact shattered it, sending him tumbling backward. Uub darted forward, kneeing him midair, and then—vanished again.
Trunks twisted, barely catching the follow-up punch. Their fists locked, the shockwave flattening the air around them.
"You're getting stronger every second," Trunks hissed.
"So are you," Uub said through gritted teeth.
Their auras expanded again — one golden, one crimson-black — colliding like opposing suns.
Uub ducked under a punch and countered with a sweep, spinning on his palms, his heel glowing with energy. "Divine Whirl!" The strike clipped Trunks' chin, sending him reeling.Trunks recovered instantly, his aura crackling with lightning. He grabbed Uub's wrist mid-spin and slammed him into the ground, the impact bursting the floor into shards.
Uub shot back up, a streak of red light, and threw a palm at Trunks' chest. "Majin Burst!"A red sphere detonated on contact, engulfing both fighters in an inferno of ki.
The explosion painted the arena red for a full second before both silhouettes burst out of it—Trunks from above, Uub from below.
They met midair.Fist to fist.Knee to elbow.Head to shoulder.
Each strike broke sound. Each block fractured the air.
Trunks' — "Future Flash Torrent"
He started with a downward elbow, forcing Uub to guard high, then pivoted with a low backhand to the ribs — a perfect feint.When Uub shifted to parry, Trunks used a micro-teleport — a step of lightning — to appear behind him."Got you!"His aura exploded, releasing a rapid burst of golden strikes, each accompanied by a miniature thunderclap.The final hit — a double-fisted blow — slammed into Uub's back and sent him plummeting like a meteor.
Uub hit the ground hard, cracking the marble. He rolled, wiping blood from his mouth, and grinned through the pain. "Not bad."
Then he raised his right hand — and the arena darkened.
Uub's — "Majin Seal: Twin Wrath Formation"
Two black-red sigils appeared on the ground beneath him, spinning like gears. His voice deepened slightly, echoing as if Buu himself were whispering through it. "Let's see how you handle this."
He clapped his hands together — and two energy clones of himself formed beside him, semi-transparent but solid, both radiating the same malicious aura.All three moved simultaneously.
Trunks blocked the first strike — barely — and dodged the second. But the third clone feinted and drove a kick into his ribs. The hit cracked his armor.The three Uubs attacked in perfect sync, creating a rhythm of overlapping punches and energy bursts. Trunks' defenses strained, sparks flying as his aura cracked under the pressure.
"Damn it!" Trunks shouted, jumping back and raising both hands. "Final Resistor!"A burst of electricity shot outward, erasing the clones in a single electric pulse.
Uub was already there, spinning into a knee strike that sent Trunks upward."Evil Break Cannon!" he shouted, launching a scarlet wave that spiraled after him like a drill.
Trunks crossed his arms, taking the full blast. The explosion rocked the entire arena, a flash so bright even Broly narrowed his eyes.
When the smoke cleared, Trunks hovered in the air, panting, his armor scorched, blood trickling from his forehead — but smiling.
"You're strong, Uub. Stronger than I thought."His aura crackled again, brighter, more refined. "But I'm not done growing."
He vanished.
The next instant, Uub's body folded from a gut punch he hadn't even seen.Then another hit to the jaw.Then another to the ribs.Trunks was chaining blows faster than thought — adapting. His Perfect Super Saiyan 2 was evolving in real-time, growing denser, sharper, as if his cells were responding to the battle itself.
Uub stumbled back, his body trembling from the last hit, and laughed quietly. "You're evolving too... good."
He straightened, aura flickering wildly. "Then I'll stop holding back too."
The black and red energy around him flared higher, his hair brightening into a faint crimson-pink hue, his voice deepening. The veins in his arms glowed like molten cracks. His ki spiked again, matching Trunks perfectly.
The ground split in half between them.And both charged.
The Final Exchange
Every punch was met with another.Every block Injured bones.They were bleeding now — both of them. Trunks' left eye was bruised shut, blood running down his chin. Uub's knuckles were torn, his chest burned from Trunks' earlier counter.But neither slowed. Neither cared.
Uub ducked under a right hook, pivoted, and slammed a palm to Trunks' sternum — ki detonating at point blank. Trunks roared through the pain, grabbed Uub's wrist, and pulled him into a brutal headbutt that cracked the air.Uub staggered, grinning through blood. "You fight like your father now."
Trunks grinned back, breathing hard. "And you fight like Goku... but without holding back."
They laughed — exhausted, exhilarated — and then vanished one last time.
A flash of gold. A flash of red.Then—impact.
A crater formed at the arena's center, the shockwave rolling across the stands. When the light cleared, both stood inches apart, arms locked in a final grapple, their auras flickering weakly.
"I won't lose..." Trunks whispered.
"Neither will I," Uub said, his voice shaking with strain.
The ground gave way beneath them — and both exploded backward, collapsing on opposite ends of the arena.
Silence.Then — the sound of breathing.
Trunks, bloodied but smiling faintly, forced himself onto one knee.Uub tried the same... but his body gave out first. He dropped back, panting, unconscious but smiling.
The Grand Priest raised his hand."Winner — Future Trunks, Timeline One."
Timeline 1 erupted — but not in arrogance. They cheered with pride, relief, and respect.Gohan clapped, smiling wide. "That's how it should be."
Goku chuckled. "Heh, they both fought like true warriors."
Piccolo smirked. "Trunks held back nothing... and neither did Uub. That's how you grow."
Future Gohan's one eye glimmered faintly. "They reminded me why we fight in the first place."
"Thanks," Uub whispered."Likewise," Trunks replied.
They both smiled before passing out completely.