The moment both Saiyans screamed, their auras collided — two golden suns crashing into each other.
Barrier bent, and for the first time since the tournament began, two Angels raised their hands together. The arena trembled under reinforced divine energy, locking the explosion inside.
Goku gritted his teeth, sweat pouring from his forehead, hair glowing gold like molten light.
Broly stood across from him, laughter echoing, wild, unrestrained — *joyous.*
They moved.
The space between them vanished as they collided midair. Every impact was a detonation, shaking the entire ring.
Goku twisted, ducked, countered — his mind working at speeds no normal warrior could comprehend. He wasn't just relying on raw force anymore.
This was what he *was*: a martial artist.
He used everything. Every school, every instinct, every scrap of technique that ever saved his life.
**1. Afterimage Strike** — he blurred, leaving phantoms of himself that struck from multiple angles before vanishing, forcing Broly to swing wildly at nothing.
**2. Flash Step Counter** — he'd vanish a moment before Broly's punch, reappearing to the side and striking the ribs in the same motion.
**3. Neo Dragon Fist** — an old classic, golden aura forming the shape of a roaring dragon as his fist drove forward, breaking Broly's guard.
**4. Flowing Impact Chain** — combining Roshi's fluid counter with Tien's Tri-Palm stance, he redirected Broly's momentum to slam him face-first into the tiles.
**5. Spirit Pulse Strike** — a new hybrid technique; he channeled condensed ki through pressure points mid-combo, staggering Broly momentarily.
**6. Heaven's Reversal** — an airborne maneuver that reversed Broly's lariat mid-grapple, turning it into a suplex that cracked the arena floor.
**7. Celestial Combination** — a final barrage; a perfect rhythm of punches and kicks executed so fast it looked like Goku had eight arms, each one striking a vital point before the other landed.
Every move landed clean, Broly getting thrown, pinned, and struck faster than his eyes could track. Each motion was a lesson from decades of battle, polished to perfection.
Goku's expression didn't change — calm, precise, even as his aura burned the ground black beneath him.
Broly, however, was beginning to lose patience. His breathing turned jagged. His grin faded into something primal — an animal cornered, humiliated.
He caught his reflection in one of Goku's afterimages, seeing the small trails of blood dripping from his chin.
"What… is this?" Broly's voice came out low, trembling with rage. "Why… can't I hit you?"
He swung again — nothing. Another punch — air.
Every strike missed, every effort redirected.
"Is this what you call *fighting*, Kakarot?!" Broly bellowed, his voice shaking the barrier.
Goku sidestepped, grabbed his wrist, and twisted it effortlessly. "It's called control."
That word—*control*—broke something in Broly's mind.
He shoved Goku back, his aura pulsing violently. The ground split under his feet.
His laughter returned — louder, manic, shaking the air.
"Control?!" Broly screamed, throwing his arms wide. "I DON'T NEED CONTROL!"
Then his body *exploded* in green light.
The storm that followed nearly deafened the crowd.
Hair shot down his back in wild, glowing spikes.
Lightning erupted from his body like living chains.
His eyes — those cold, empty white eyes — locked onto Goku with animal hatred.
**Legendary Super Saiyan 3.**
His power surged far beyond what it had been against Vegeta — the very barrier around them rippling as though struggling to contain the fury of a small god.
Goku's eyes widened. He couldn't move — couldn't even process the pressure pressing on his chest. His knees almost buckled.
"Impossible…" he whispered, his voice barely audible. "He's stronger than before…"
Broly blurred.
There was no warning, no buildup. He just *appeared* in front of Goku, fist connecting to the side of his face before Goku even flinched.
The blow sent Goku flying into the barrier with enough force to crater it, shockwaves echoing through the void between worlds.
Before he could fall, Broly was already there — grabbing Goku by the hair and slamming his head into the arena, again and again, each impact leaving fissures that radiated like spiderwebs across the tiles.
Goku coughed blood, vision flickering.
Broly lifted him by the throat, eyes wild. "YOU THINK YOU CAN TOY WITH ME?!"
He punched Goku in the gut — the sound like a cannon firing. The air left Goku's lungs in a choked gasp.
Another punch — the ribs cracked audibly.
Another — his spine bent.
The once-glorious aura of Perfect Super Saiyan 3 flickered, dimming, unstable.
From the benches, Gohan stood up. "Dad—!"
Vegeta's jaw clenched. He knew exactly what Goku was feeling — that helpless weight under Broly's raw evolution.
Broly wasn't fighting like a warrior anymore. He was a storm made flesh.
He hurled Goku into the air, cupped his hands together, and fired a green blast point-blank.
The explosion was silent at first, then ripped open like a sunburst, swallowing Goku whole.
The crowd shielded themselves, light searing even through the reinforced barrier.
When the dust cleared, Goku's body was falling — smoking, battered, his aura flickering weakly.
He caught himself midair, one eye half-open, mouth bleeding, hair dimming — the edge of his Perfect Super Saiyan 3 on the brink of collapse.
Broly stood beneath him, laughing. The kind of laughter that didn't sound human.
"Control, huh?" he mocked, pointing upward. "WHERE IS YOUR CONTROL NOW?!"
Goku didn't answer. His breathing was heavy, aura unstable.
He raised one shaking hand to his chest, the faint red shimmer of another power starting to flicker beneath the gold.
But not yet.
He could barely stay conscious.
Broly cracked his neck, stepping forward through the debris and flames, ready to finish it.
The entire arena trembled beneath his next step.
Goku looked down through half-lidded eyes, whispering through the pain,
"Alright… guess I've got no choice…"
Goku (T1) vs Broly (T4) – Part 3: The Dragon Unleashed
The arena was silent — suffocatingly so. Dust and residual energy shimmered in the air like gold embers floating through a dying fire. Goku stood hunched, body trembling, smoke rising from his arms where the skin had begun to tear from sheer pressure. His breathing was uneven, each inhale a battle.
He looked up toward the benches where Timeline 1 sat, faces pale and wide-eyed. Future Gohan stood first, instinctively ready to shout something — but Goku lifted a single hand, grinning faintly even as blood dripped from his lip.
"We'll meet at the final, Gohan."
The words hung heavy.
Both Gohans — future and present — exchanged a look. Neither spoke. Neither understood which one Goku meant. But both of them nodded anyway, hearts pounding.
Then Goku turned, his smile fading, his expression sharpening into pure focus.
Broly's shadow still loomed in the smoke — his aura pulsating wildly, unstable, monstrous. The green glow was flickering like a dying sun.
"This ends here, Broly," Goku said. His tone was calm, resolute — but it carried a weight like a mountain ready to fall.
Broly's answer was a low growl, half laughter, half disbelief. "End? You still think you can end me?"
Goku clenched his fists, the veins along his arms glowing red as his aura shifted. The golden storm of Super Saiyan 3 suddenly deepened, red lightning streaking across it. The floor beneath him cracked, and the air thickened like molten steel.
Kaioken.
"KAIOKEN TIMES 100!!!"
The void erupted.
Every single spectator — mortal or divine — instinctively shielded their eyes as the explosion of ki turned the entire arena red. The aura wasn't just energy; it was alive, a burning force that stretched to the sky itself. The barrier warped, straining, the Angels raising their palms with visible effort to contain it.
Bulma's scanners overloaded instantly.
"The output… what is this?!" she shouted, frantically smacking the device.
Goku's skin cracked in streaks of scarlet light, muscles twitching as the Kaioken and Perfect Super Saiyan 3 combined in perfect disharmony — a fusion of control and destruction. His aura towered like a red inferno wrapped around a golden heart.
He vanished.
In a blink, he was behind Broly — just out of sight, just beyond comprehension.
Broly's pupils constricted in that fraction of a second before the world erupted.
Goku's roar shook the void:
"THIS IS THE TRUE FIRST OF DRAGON, BROLY!!!"
"SUPER DRAGON FIST!!!"
The arena exploded in golden brilliance.
From Goku's outstretched fist, a colossal dragon made entirely of pure ki materialized — scales of gold, eyes burning crimson, its roar echoing across dimensions. The beast coiled upward, devouring the space between them, swallowing Broly whole before rocketing him into the barrier above.
The impact was indescribable.
The entire barrier — already reinforced by two Angels — cracked.
A sound like the shattering of glass, multiplied by infinity, ripped through the air as Broly was driven upward, the dragon carrying him like a meteor. The audience felt their bones shake from the resonance alone.
Then, with a deafening BOOM, the barrier broke.
Fragments of divine energy scattered like starlight as Broly was hurled into the emptiness beyond the arena — into the raw void between universes. The shockwave hit seconds later, sweeping across the ring like a stormfront.
Before anyone could react — before the light could even fade — Goku wasn't done.
His hand rose again, shaking but steady, aura still blazing crimson-gold.
The veins in his arms glowed as he screamed once more, his voice tearing through the dimensional wind:
"FINAL… KAMEHAMEHA… TIMES 100!!!"
The blast he unleashed dwarfed everything seen so far.
A colossal beam of pure golden-red energy — thick as a mountain and long enough to cut across the horizon — erupted upward. It didn't just fire; it erased. The air, the dust, even the remnants of the shattered barrier disintegrated on contact.
The beam hit Broly midair, still spinning from the Dragon Fist's strike, swallowing him whole.
The explosion that followed was annihilation.
No sound. Just a silent burst of color so intense that it blinded even the gods. The entire arena was illuminated as if a new sun had been born in the void. The Angels put both hands in the air, pouring divine energy to prevent the blast from consuming the tournament grounds.
Every mortal's vision went white.
Every scouter, sensor, and ki reader went dead (But Bulma's).
For almost a full minute, there was nothing but that white void — a brilliance beyond reason.
And then… silence.
When sight returned, the entire stage was unrecognizable. The once-pristine tiles were cracked and melted, glowing faintly from residual heat. The barrier slowly reformed, golden light sealing the damaged perimeter.
Broly was gone.
Or at least — he seemed gone.
Goku hovered there, arms falling limp at his sides, chest heaving. His hair flickered between gold and black, the aura around him dimming rapidly. His body was a ruin — crimson lines of energy still burning across his skin like magma veins.
Everyone was silent. Even the Saiyans who lived for battle stared in awe.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed, jaw set. "How is he still standing?… he stacked Kaioken of that level on top of SSJ3."
Future Gohan clenched his fists. "He might've killed himself doing it."
Uub, watching from the side, muttered under his breath, "Master… that was insane."
The void around the arena glowed faintly, tiny embers of red and gold fading into darkness.
And then — a shadow flickered within that darkness.
Something was moving out there. Something massive.
But Goku didn't notice. His vision blurred; he was barely holding himself together, floating only by instinct. His aura flickered one last time — then vanished completely.
He started falling toward the stage, his body limp.
The audience gasped.
Gohan leapt halfway to his feet.
But before anyone could act, the void itself began to quake again.
A pulse — faint, rhythmic, like a heartbeat.
Then another.
And another.
A green glow began to return.
Vegeta's eyes widened. "No… it can't be…"
Future Gohan whispered it before anyone else could.
"…He's still alive."
The energy that had been scattered moments ago began to draw back together, forming a sphere — small at first, then expanding, pulsing, breathing.
Out in the shattered void, a shape emerged.
And it was laughing like a hiena.
Broly's voice — raw, hoarse, but alive.
It echoed through the emptiness, slowly growing louder, stronger, more deranged.
"Ka… ka… rot…" was heard from very far.
The green light expanded again, burning through the dust like a second Big Bang.
Goku, half-conscious, blinked weakly at the glow. His lips barely moved.
"…You're kidding me…"
The red aura around him flickered out completely as he began to fall.
And from the dark void, something monstrous started flying back to the arena.
The sky above the arena split open — green lightning tearing through the black void.
Every gust of wind that followed carried pressure enough to make the weaker fighters kneel.
Broly was coming back.
His energy didn't just rise — He had a Zenkai again. The same monstrous pulse from before now grew in rhythm, faster and faster, each one rattling the divine barrier. His silhouette appeared above the ring like a falling meteor, bathed in violent emerald flames. His body was wrecked — chest torn, skin burned, blood dripping freely — but his eyes burned with a wild, hateful joy.
Down below, Goku barely stood.
His hair flickered gold and black in uneven waves — the last remnants of Perfect Super Saiyan 3 struggling to hold. He was breathing through gritted teeth, his vision blurred, one knee bent against the cracked tiles of the arena.
"Dammit…" he whispered, his voice barely audible. "He's still growing…"
He shut his eyes. He had nothing left. Kaioken had shredded his muscles, and his body screamed for rest.
He tried to think — what else can I do?
The wind above turned violent, Broly's laughter echoing through the storm.
Then — BOOM.
Broly landed.
His fist met Goku's face before sound could even catch up. The impact shook the entire arena — a blast of green light erupted beneath them, hurling rocks and molten shards across the ring. The ground exploded under the force, and for a moment, nothing could be seen except the white flare of energy.
When the light cleared, Broly stood above Goku, his massive frame casting a shadow over the fractured tiles. His boots pressed down on Goku's chest. Blood dripped from both of them. The Saiyan Emperor's grin was pure madness.
"Now you will pay!" Broly roared, voice shaking the very foundation of the barrier.
Goku coughed blood, his head tilted back, hair flickering like dying embers. His hand twitched — just enough to curl into a fist. His voice trembled, but his will was unbroken.
"No… Broly…"
His eyes snapped open, burning red.
"I'M… NOT… DONE YET!!!"
"KAIOKEN TIMES 200!!!"
The world went red again.
it was an martin. Goku's aura ignited so fiercely that the entire arena tilted under its pressure. Flames of raw ki coiled around him, forming a tornado that stretched to the heavens. Broly was caught in it instantly, his roar drowned out by the sound of cracking stone and rushing air.
The barrier started melting.
The Angels — silent but now visibly strained — raised their hands, weaving layers of divine energy to reinforce it. Even through the celestial protection, the heat hit the crowd like the breath of a god.
Goku's body looked like it was burning alive. Every muscle fiber glowed crimson, blood seeping from his arms as the Kaioken multiplier tore him apart. But he didn't stop.
Broly, caught in the raging storm, was hurled skyward — limbs flailing as the tornado spun him faster and faster.
Then Goku moved.
In one impossible instant, he was above Broly — his aura blazing, eyes glowing white from sheer overload.
"THIS ENDS NOW!!!"
He flipped midair, dropping straight down like a comet. His fist came down at full velocity, colliding with Broly's jaw. The impact shot the beast back into the ground with a sonic crack that shattered the remaining arena tiles.
For a brief moment — silence.
Dust hung in the air. The heat faded. Goku hovered, panting, hands trembling.
He looked at his knuckles — cracked, bleeding — and managed a faint smirk.
"Finally…" he murmured.
But the smirk vanished. His aura flickered — once, twice — then vanished entirely. The red light dimmed, and his golden hair flickered out.
His body had reached its limit.
The Kaioken burned out completely. His Super Saiyan form crumbled.
The mighty Son Goku — The savior of universes — fell limp from the sky, landing hard beside Broly.
For a heartbeat, the arena was dead quiet.
Then — Broly moved.
Still bleeding, his arms trembling, he pushed himself up on one knee. He coughed blood, every breath wheezing through broken ribs. But his smile remained — wide, feral, victorious.
He stumbled to his feet, limping toward Goku's unconscious body. His voice was hoarse, but dripping with malice.
"Heh… You… almost did it…" Broly muttered, laughing weakly. "But almost doesn't matter…"
He reached down, grabbing Goku by the throat and lifting him into the air. Goku's head hung limp, his face calm even in defeat.
"Now," Broly said, his grin splitting his face. "For the fun ending."
He raised his free hand, energy sparking faintly from his palm — a last flicker of green light gathering for one final strike.
And then—
A flash.
A sound — a crack sharper than thunder.
Something hit Broly.
It was so fast that not even the Angels reacted. One moment he was standing — the next, his entire body was flung across the ring, crashing into the far wall and shattering what was left of the arena floor.
The impact left a crater, Broly's body limp within it. His golden-green hair faded instantly, reverting him to base form. His chest barely rose.
Everyone froze.
Even Daishinkan, though silent, tilted his head faintly — just once — before returning to stillness.
Nobody had seen what happened.
Not even Vegito.
The void was dead quiet. Only the slow hum of the newly-forming barrier filled the air.
Goku lay motionless on the ground, his body flickering faintly with residual red light. Broly was unconscious across the arena, smoke rising from the crater where he had landed.
Then Whis — calm and unbothered — raised his staff. The orb glowed, and the voice of the announcer rang through the silence.
"Match end."
"Both combatants are unconscious… but per regulation…"
"Broly (Timeline 4) wins!"
A long pause followed — no cheering, no movement, just disbelief.
Future Gohan's jaw was tight, his hands clenched. "He… he almost did it…"
Piccolo exhaled heavily, shaking his head. "Goku used every trick he had. Broly just doesn't stop. It's like his body refuses to die."
Vegeta — still seated, arms folded — said nothing. But his eyes were locked on Broly's unmoving form.
Ruthless Vegeta from Timeline 5, however, grinned. "So the monster's still alive. Perfect."
On the opposite side, Broly's unconscious body was already being lifted by angelic attendants. His expression — even in defeat — was twisted in something between agony and satisfaction.
No one knew what hit him.
No one knew who it was.
Broly (T4) advances to the next round.
But the question remains — who struck the final blow?