Bardock (T5) vs Ruthless Vegeta (T5) — "The Primal God of the Saiyans"
The void itself bent under his aura.
Bardock stood there—no longer a golden beast, no longer a Super Saiyan 3 titan—but something beyond, something raw, primal, and real.
His hair was a wild mane of black with crimson streaks, his upper body cloaked in deep red fur that shimmered like molten metal. His tail flicked slowly behind him, glowing with faint embers. His eyes, sharp and gold, radiated instinct—not divine serenity, but feral command.
Even among gods, Bardock now looked like the origin.
Every breath he took warped the air, his ki grinding the space around him into distortions. Dust didn't dare settle near him—it was instantly vaporized.
The entire arena vibrated, not from his power surging outward—but from reality itself trying to hold him.
Bulma's scanner screamed with red lines and distortion before flatlining. She slammed it against her palm, eyes wide.
"—thirty-five quintillion and still rising!''
Uub's eyes widened from the stands. "That's not divine ki."
Piccolo nodded grimly beside him. "No… that's pure, physical fury—every cell in his body is fighting alongside him."
Vegito's smirk twitched slightly. "So this is the original path of the Saiyan godhood..."
Vegeta, still in his Golden Great Ape Super Saiyan 3 form, let out a growl that echoed like a war drum. "You think you're stronger because you changed colors!?"
He lunged forward, a golden comet of raw aggression.
And Bardock… did not move.
The first punch landed squarely on Bardock's face. The sound was deafening—a detonation of raw power.
The resulting shockwave tore through the barrier and made the arena buckle—but Bardock didn't even flinch.
He simply looked down at the fist pressing against his cheek.
Then his gaze flicked lazily toward Vegeta, as though he were bored.
Another punch—harder, sharper—Bardock didn't move.
Vegeta struck again and again, each hit collapsing pieces of the floating platform beneath them. The very air compressed into white rings of force—but Bardock still didn't even raise his arms.
Each impact sent out shockwaves that cracked the dimension, and yet Bardock stood perfectly upright—expression cold, detached, almost pitying.
Then—he moved.
One hand—just one—caught Vegeta's punch mid-swing.
The moment contact was made, the world broke.
A pillar of red energy erupted skyward, spinning into a vortex above the ring. Bardock's muscles flexed slightly, and in that instant—Vegeta's aura flickered.
The golden giant faltered.
Before anyone could even blink, Bardock unleashed hell.
In less than a second, a storm of destruction unfolded:
He twisted Vegeta's arm, his knuckles cracking with an audible snap, and slammed him into the ground so hard that the entire arena shuddered.
Before the dust even rose, Bardock was already behind him, his heel crashing into the prince's back, sending him flying upward through layers of reinforced energy barriers.
As Vegeta flew, Bardock appeared above him, crossing his arms—then uncrossing them in a scissoring motion that shattered Vegeta's chest armor.
He vanished again, his tail wrapping around Vegeta's neck mid-air, yanking him down like a meteor. The ground cratered from the impact, flames and molten tile spraying outward.
Without pause, Bardock lifted his palm—unleashing a wave of red energy so dense i felt like a black hole being created right there. The blast didn't explode—it imploded, crushing the air around it and forcing the debris back into the ground like the world was being sucked into itself.
Then Bardock appeared within that implosion, grabbed Vegeta's head, and slammed him repeatedly—ten times, twenty—until the once-proud prince's golden fur flickered and burned away.
Finally, Bardock spun him around, delivering a backhand so powerful it sent a ripple through time itself, momentarily freezing the smoke midair before detonating in a flash of crimson light.
By the time Bardock stopped, silence had swallowed the arena.
Vegeta's Golden Great Ape form began to shrink. His massive frame dissolved into golden sparks, revealing his humanoid body again. His hair flickered between gold and black, then finally dimmed. His eyes closed as he fell from the air—defeated, broken, but proud even in his failure.
Before he could hit the ground, Bardock's hand shot out—catching him gently by the forearm.
For a moment, the feral energy around Bardock stilled. His expression softened—not smug, not mocking—simply sincere.
He looked down at Vegeta, voice calm but commanding.
"Vegeta… be proud. You're the second strongest in our universe."
He laid him down carefully, standing tall once more. The red aura flared gently, rippling like fire under water.
The crowd erupted in disbelief.
Timeline 5's Reaction — The Saiyan Empire
King Vegeta was on his feet, his hands trembling on the edge of his throne. His voice cracked between awe and fury.
"He… he surpassed even the royal bloodline. That power—it's ours! It should've been mine!"
Rosan looked at Bardock with wide eyes, his own aura flickering. "He reached something I didn't even think existed."
Ruthless Kakarot's grin was wide but nervous. "Heh. Guess the old dog's got more bite than any of us thought."
And then there was silence.
Because all of them, even the proudest warriors of the Saiyan Empire, could feel it deep inside their chests—an ancient, instinctive submission.
The recognition of the apex predator.
Timeline 2's Reaction — Vegito's Bench
Vegito sat forward, arms on his knees
"That energy…" he muttered. "It's not divine. It's older than that. It's like the body itself became the first Oozaru."
Trunks watched in awe. "So that's what lies beyond Super Saiyan 3…"
Timeline 1's Reaction — Earth's Legacy
Goku's face lit up in awe, his grin stretching wide while still being healed. "He did it… he actually reached it! That's beyond Super Saiyan 3!"
Future Gohan nodded solemnly. "That's raw Saiyan instinct. He didn't ascend through training or divinity… Pure and Raw luck combined with Imense Power."
Present Gohan smiled faintly. "Even after all these years, the Saiyan spirit keeps evolving…"
Piccolo crossed his arms, smirking. "Seems like your kind still has surprises left. I'll admit it, that's impressive."
Meanwhile, on the Opposite Bench…
Android 21 sat with her legs crossed, eyes fixed on Bardock, her lips curling into something between admiration and hunger.
Her tongue slid slowly across her lower lip. "Mmm… thirty-five quintillion, muscles like that, a primal energy that can shred atoms—"
Dr. Gero grunted beside her, rolling his cybernetic eye. "Control yourself."
Bardock stood in the ring, breathing deeply, his aura still dancing faintly in the void.
He didn't pose. He didn't gloat.
He simply looked upward—at the countless stars of the erased timelines flickering in the cosmic black—and whispered under his breath:
"Frieza… Beerus… all of you gods… this is what a Saiyan truly is."
And with that, the Grand Priest silently raised his hand, his voice carrying across the silent crowd.
"Winner: Bardock of Timeline Five."
The arena erupted again—this time not in chaos, but reverence.
The primal god had awakened.
Whis waited 1-2 Minutes for the total arena regenaration then he shouted.
"Next match — Uub of Timeline Two versus Slug of Timeline Seven."
A murmur passed through the crowds.Both were wild cards—one, a disciplined Human-Majin hybrid trained directly by Vegito himself.The other, the last warrior of a fused Namekian race, carrying within him the raw, ancient power of his kind.
Uub (T2) stepped into the ring first.He looked calm—focused—but there was something sharper in his eyes. Something hungry.His aura flickered faintly, not the gentle blue of divine ki nor the golden of Saiyan energy. It was darker—unstable. A whisper of the chaotic energy he'd once inherited from Majin Buu.
From the opposite end, Slug entered slowly. He wasn't the same arrogant brute of legend. This was a warrior refined through centuries of training and meditation. His cloak drifted behind him, and his skin glowed faintly under the arena's divine light.
Their eyes locked.Slug's expression was composed, but behind it, pride burned. "So you're the one trained by the fusion god. Let's see if his teachings make you a god—or just another fool with a teacher's shadow."
Uub cracked a faint smile. "You'll find out soon enough."
The moment the announcer's hand dropped, Uub vanished.
Just gone.
In the next instant, Slug's head jerked back as Uub appeared directly in front of him, gripping his skull like a vice. His hand pulsed with dark crimson light.
"Oh," Uub said casually, the arrogance uncharacteristic but electric, "I thought you'd be at the level of Gast."His tone darkened."I was very wrong."
With a flick of his wrist, Uub hurled Slug across the arena.The Namekian's massive frame hit the angelic barrier so hard the energy field rippled like liquid glass.Slug growled, catching himself mid-impact, green blood dripping from his mouth. His eyes flared white for a moment—but before he could breathe, Uub was already there, his knee driving into Slug's chest. The sound—like a drum breaking—shook the entire lower stands.
Vegito leaned forward in his seat, arms folded."That's it," he muttered, half to himself. "He's finally letting go."
Back in the ring, Uub's aura was flaring violently now.His hair began to shift—flickers of dark pink, like fire trapped inside his skull. His eyes bled into red and black, the whites turning to void. But the transformation flickered, unstable, uncontrolled. Every pulse of power sent cracks through the tiles beneath his feet.
Slug stood up, rolling his neck, the air around him trembling. "You shouldn't force what your body can't contain, boy."
Uub smirked. "You'd be surprised how much I can take."
In the blink of an eye, they clashed again—Slug countering this time.He swung his arm, the motion creating a whip of green energy that sliced through the air. Uub ducked under it, countering with an elbow strike that shattered the barrier behind Slug again, sending shockwaves across the divine seats.
The audience gasped.Slug managed to block the next strike, his arms trembling under Uub's strength. "Your power…" he grunted. "It's not clean. It burns itself."
Uub's voice deepened, almost distorted by the energy warping through him. "It doesn't need to be clean. It just needs to win."
He vanished again—this time behind Slug—his hands glowing with both light and shadow.He slammed them together against Slug's spine, unleashing a pulse of ki that bent the entire barrier inward. For a moment, Slug's body distorted from the impact before being hurled hundreds of meters away, straight into the air.
Before he could recover, Uub's aura flared red, and he teleported above him, palms out. "Majin Burst Cannon!"
A massive spiral of black and pink energy roared from his hands, swallowing Slug completely in a spiraling explosion that consumed half the ring.
When the smoke cleared, Slug was on one knee, his cloak disintegrated, parts of his chest seared and smoking—but still conscious. His breathing was heavy, but his eyes burned with pride.
"You're strong," Slug admitted through his teeth. "But you still rely on the chaos of your power."
Uub floated above him, still glowing red, his expression unreadable. "Maybe that's why it works."
Slug's eyes narrowed. His aura began to surge—slowly at first, then rapidly, violently. The entire arena darkened as an emerald pillar of light erupted from him, blowing the air back and forcing Uub to shield his face.
His body expanded, his muscles thickened, his antennae extended outward like horns. His power radiated in every direction, compressing into a blinding aura that shattered what remained of the tiles under his feet.
"Then let me show you," Slug said, his voice booming through the arena, "what a namekian truly looks like!"
From the stands, Gast's eyes flickered in interest. "He's reached the Super Namekian threshold. He's not fighting to win—he's fighting to teach."
Vegito leaned forward, smirking slightly. "Good. Then maybe Uub will finally stop holding back."
Slug's Super Namekian aura erupted like a sun gone mad—green light filling every corner of the ring. His muscles had doubled in size, veins pulsing with divine energy. Every breath he took sounded like thunder rolling across the void.
And yet… Uub just stood there. Calm. Floating slightly above the cracked arena floor, his red aura flickering like dying embers. He didn't flinch, didn't blink—he only smiled faintly, his arms still crossed.
Slug noticed it instantly.The arrogance. The stillness. The absence of fear.
"You think this is a game?" Slug growled, his voice shaking the ring. "Mock me again, and I'll bury you."
Uub's smirk widened a little. "A game? No… It's more like a test."His tone was quiet, but it cut through the noise like a blade."Vegito told me to act like I was losing. To make you believe we were close. But now…"He opened his palm, and his aura suddenly flattened, shrinking to nothing—completely silent.
"Wait—what? His energy just… disappeared?"Vegito, arms folded, chuckled under his breath. "He finally figured it out."
Slug snarled, mistaking the silence for weakness. "Fool!"He lunged forward, his giant green arm crashing down like a meteor. The shockwave shook the entire stage, splintering what remained of the ground—But Uub wasn't there.
He appeared behind Slug, With pure speed so refined it didn't exist to the naked eye.Uub spoke softly: "Suppress. Don't leak. Don't show."
His foot connected with the back of Slug's neck——and the entire arena bent inward like a collapsing Planet.
The impact wasn't loud. It wasn't flashy. It was clean.Slug's body ricocheted off the ground, the barrier, then the ceiling, before crashing back into the center crater.
Uub floated down, silent as falling dust.
Slug roared, his body barely able to move, yet his pride refusing to die. "You—mock me again, boy, and I'll—"
He never finished.Uub disappeared again, appearing at Slug's side—fist slamming into his ribs with enough precision to make the Namekian cough out green blood.Then a backfist to the jaw.A knee to the chest.An elbow strike that cracked the air.And a final open-palm blow that didn't even touch Slug but still sent him flying backward, skidding across the arena.
The audience was silent. Even Timeline 7—Gast and the other Namekians—were watching with frozen expressions. They'd never seen Slug, their once-proud Namekian warlord, reduced to this.
Gast exhaled quietly.
Vegito smirked from his seat. "Exactly. He's learning to fight my way."
Slug struggled to stand. His Super Namekian aura flickered, unstable."You're holding back…" he said, his voice cracked, disbelief cutting through the pain. "Why?"
Uub finally nodded. "Yeah. You're strong, but this isn't my full power. Not even close. Vegito told me to practice holding my strength under pressure. Said it's the only way I'd survive later rounds."
He turned his head slightly, his tone calm, almost regretful."So this fight… was never about you."
Slug's eyes widened, but before he could speak again, Uub blurred forward—his elbow colliding with Slug's gut so fast the barrier snapped in half for a moment.Slug's eyes rolled back, a faint gasp escaping as Uub caught him before he could fall.
Then, with quiet finality, Uub whispered, "But I respect what you stood for."
He lowered Slug gently to the ground before stepping back, bowing once—out of discipline, not Empathy.
The announcer hesitated. "…Winner—Uub of Timeline Two!"
The crowd erupted, but Uub barely reacted. He floated back toward his bench, his aura calm and steady now, his ki invisible to all sensors. His expression was thoughtful—not proud, not smug, just quietly focused.
Bulma (T2) scribbled furiously into her scanner notes. "His readings—still nothing! How can someone output that kind of destructive power without a single ki trace?"
Vegito grinned faintly. "That's suppression on that level. He's finally ready."
Timeline 7 was silent.Gast bowed his head slightly, acknowledging Uub's strength. "To think… even one so young could master something so ancient."
Slug, still lying in the crater, smiled weakly through the pain. "Heh… I see now why you follow that fusion god. He breeds monsters."
From Timeline 1's bench, Future Gohan leaned forward.
Piccolo nodded slowly. "If that's Uub at half focus..."
And far across the arena, Broly opened one eye, smirking faintly."Still weak compared to the others i have seen."
Uub sat down next to Vegito, who glanced at him with quiet pride."You did exactly as I said?"
Uub nodded. "Yeah. Acted weak. Suppressed. Adapted."He looked down at his still-trembling hands. "But… it felt different this time. Calmer. Controlled."
Vegito smirked, resting a hand on Uub's shoulder."Good. Because from now on, that's the real you."
Winner: Uub (Timeline 2)