Future Bulma pushed her glasses up, pacing with sharp, impatient steps.
Future Bulma – "His Negative Blast overrode it. That means Baby Vegito Black isn't just overpowering attacks—he's bending reality. We need counter-strategies that don't rely on raw output."
Future Trunks crossed his arms, jaw tight.
Future Trunks – "Bardock wasn't weak. That was absolute dominance. If his base is that strong, then everything on top of it—his forms, his Tufle enhancements—are just extra layers on a nightmare."
Future Gohan stayed silent, head slightly lowered. He had met monsters. Fought monsters. Survived monsters. But Baby Vegito Black was something else entirely.
Timeline 2 –
Piccolo T2 stood with forced calm, the kind he used only when the situation was truly dangerous.
Piccolo T2 – "His base power alone dwarfed even Super Saiyan 4. If he hasn't even shown his full Baby fusion potential… He's a walking multiplier."
Uub T2 clenched his fists hard enough for the knuckles to whiten.
Uub T2 – "So what's the plan? We stand around and watch him erase everyone until he gets the win "
Vegito T2 shook his head.
Vegito T2 – "No. We adapt. Don't try to match his raw power. Well i will, But you guys try to outsmart him"
The way he said it made the others straighten unconsciously.
If anyone could see a path through something impossible, it was him.
TIMELINE 5 –
Raditz's hands trembled—not from fear, but furious disbelief.
Raditz – "He erased the Empire's Hope like it was nothing! That attack used all of us! Our whole timeline!"
Ruthless Vegeta stood like a stone pillar, arms crossed, expression grim.
Ruthless Vegeta – "We learned the lesson. Raw power truly is everything. But you also need precision, cruelty, and an attack that doesn't rely on anyone but yourself."
Tora gave a small nod.
Tora – "If Bardock couldn't even make him shift his footing, then the only one with a real chance is Vegito T2."
The air settled into heavy silence.
Everyone understood it now.
Baby Vegito Black wasn't just another Warrior there.
He was the final wall waiting for all of them.
MATCH 3 – Uub (Timeline 2) vs Future Gohan (Timeline 1) was announced.
Vegito T2 placed a hand firmly on Uub's shoulder.
Vegito T2 – "Listen. Don't play around. Don't test him. Don't feel him out. Go full power the moment the match starts."
Uub nodded.
Future Gohan stepped into the arena, rolling one shoulder, relaxed but alert.
Future Gohan – "Relax, kid. I'm not here to crush you. I just want to see what this timeline's version of you can—"
And that was as far as he got.
The signal sounded.
Uub's aura erupted violently, his entire body shifting in a split instant—skin darkening, hair igniting into red-pink flame, eyes turning black with dripping crimson streaks. Evil Uub. Full power from the first frame of the fight.
Before Future Gohan even finished recognizing the transformation, Uub's fist smashed into his face.
The shockwave rattled the arena as Gohan skidded across the tiles.
He rose quickly, eyes narrowing.
Future Gohan – "So that's how it is."
Uub was already on him again, a blur of red-black motion, unleashing rapid strikes meant to overwhelm. But this time Future Gohan read everything. A clean, sharp transformation exploded from his aura as he ascended instantly into his perfect Super Saiyan form.
Gohan's stance dropped, his expression sharpened—and now the exchanges shifted. He parried, deflected, slipped past blows with controlled precision. Then countered with a sharp elbow, a knee to the ribs, two fast body shots, and a spinning kick that cracked across Uub's cheek and sent him tumbling.
Future Gohan steadied his breath, watching Uub recover.
Future Gohan – "Let's see what you've really got."
A hush fell over the crowd.
Neither fighter moved at first. Gohan analyzed Uub's stance: weight slightly forward, right foot angled, hips loose — optimal for sudden acceleration. Uub, meanwhile, studied Gohan's breathing and the micro-twitches in his shoulders. Both were predators reading each other before committing.
Uub moved first.
A slide. His aura compressed around his body like a sheath, letting him slice through air without resistance. The movement was so fluid the tiles under him didn't crack.
Future Gohan read it instantly.
He stepped sideways — a perfect defensive slide — and Uub's fist passed where his ribs had been. Gohan countered with a wrist tap and a palm strike straight to Uub's diaphragm.
A normal fighter would've folded.
Uub exhaled sharply, but instead of recoiling, he twisted his torso mid-impact, turning Gohan's push into momentum. His heel shot upward in a rising arc.
Gohan blocked with his forearm.
The shockwave rippled the arena.
They separated, both now fully awake.
Uub lunged again — but this time he didn't slide. He vanished in a burst of violet Ki and reappeared above Gohan, heel descending like a meteor.
Gohan didn't dodge.
His golden aura condensed, and he raised one finger.
Uub's kick collided with it.
BOOM.
The arena tiles beneath Gohan shattered in a perfect circular blast pattern. The dust cloud shot upward like a fountain. Uub didn't let up — he forced more pressure, pouring raw power through his leg.
Gohan's finger held.
Then he flicked.
Just a flick.
The kinetic discharge shot Uub backward like he'd been yanked by a cosmic hook. But Uub recovered mid-air, spinning and firing a volley of violet spheres downward.
Gohan didn't even look. His aura flared outward, instantly vaporizing each sphere before they detonated.
Uub's eyes widened.
Future Gohan finally spoke.
"I can feel it… that corruption eating at you. If I have to break it out of you, I will."
Uub grinned — a sharp, unnatural expression.
"Try."
Uub descended, fists blurring. Every strike was precise, aimed at Gohan's joints, his neck, the blind spot of his peripheral vision. Gohan parried each one with minimal movement — half-steps, pivots, micro-deflections.
Uub launched a straight punch toward Gohan's jaw.
Gohan tilted his head one inch. The fist passed by.
Then came the counter.
Gohan slammed his forehead into Uub's nose. Bone cracked. Uub snarled, already healing, and grabbed Gohan's arm. He spun, throwing Gohan across the arena.
Gohan landed with a skid — then vanished.
He reappeared behind Uub.
Uub sensed it and elbowed backward in a perfect defensive angle. But Gohan blocked with his knee, pinned Uub's arm, and spun around his back, slamming a heel into Uub's spine.
Uub's eyes flickered. Pain.
Before he could turn, Gohan drove his elbow between Uub's shoulder blades — the force split the arena floor.
Uub retaliated with a backward headbutt. Gohan dodged. Uub followed with a blindside knee. Gohan blocked. Uub twisted, tailing his knee strike with a sweeping leg. Gohan jumped. Uub fired a point-blank Ki burst. Gohan crossed his forearm and tanked it, sliding back.
Both men exhaled at the same time.
Gohan inhaled slowly.
His aura dimmed.
Then — condensed.
The air became heavy, oppressive. Even spectators felt like invisible hands were pushing down on their shoulders.
Future Gohan raised his hand, palm open.
A miniature sphere of gold formed. Silent. Stable. Too stable.
Uub froze.
Something about the sphere terrified even his corrupted instincts.
Gohan whispered:
"Solar… Fission…"
The orb expanded — then separated into twelve smaller spheres, each orbiting Gohan in a perfect geometric array. They hummed with mathematical precision, like the alignment of stars.
Uub shot forward immediately. He had to interrupt.
But Gohan flicked his wrist.
The spheres fired.
It teleported, reappearing instantly wherever Uub tried to dodge. One struck his shoulder, one his knee, one his ribs. Each micro-detonation was a controlled nuclear reaction — no waste, pure force.
Uub staggered, coughing.
The spheres regrouped.
Gohan pulled his arm back.
"Solar Fission WAVE!"
The twelve spheres collapsed into a single beam — a thin, needle-like ray of white-gold energy that shot toward Uub.
Uub braced. His corrupted Ki hardened into layered armor.
The beam hit.
Silence.
Then a pop — like glass fracturing.
A glowing crack ran across Uub's chest armor, then exploded outward, sending him flying into the arena wall.
The stone behind him vaporized.
When the dust cleared, Uub emerged, breathing heavily.
His smile was gone.
"So that's your ace…"
His aura twisted monstrously.
"…then I'll stop holding back too."
His Ki erupted.
A gravitational collapse. The arena dipped inward around him, tiles bending. The black-violet aura wrapped around him like smoke fingers, grabbing at the air.
Uub didn't shout; he simply vanished.
Gohan sensed danger and brought his arm up just as Uub reappeared with a punch that could shatter mountains.
Gohan blocked — barely.
The impact launched him backward.
Uub was already behind him.
A spinning heel kick slammed into Gohan's temple.
Gohan rolled with it, minimizing damage, but Uub kept pressing: a jab to the throat, elbow to the jaw, knee into the gut. Gohan countered with a backfist to the cheekbone, then redirected Uub's follow-up punch, turning the energy into a throw attempt.
Uub flipped mid-air, landing on his hands, and propelled himself upward with a double-heel strike.
Gohan crossed his arms — but the blow still drove him ten meters into the ground.
The arena crater glowed with heat as Gohan burst out, meeting Uub mid-air. Their fists collided, then again, then again — each clash creating tiny lightning-like Ki discharges around them.
Gohan spun, delivering a roundhouse.
Uub ducked under it and punched Gohan's exposed ribs.
Gohan's aura flickered.
Uub smirked.
He pressed again — hooking Gohan by the ankle and slamming him into the air, then down, then up again like a ragdoll. But on the final swing, Gohan wrapped his leg around Uub's arm, pivoted, and arm-dragged him mid-air, sending Uub spinning downward.
Gohan followed, knee-first.
Uub rolled aside at the last instant, making Gohan's knee drive into the arena like a missile.
The arena cracked in a spiderweb pattern.
Uub appeared behind him.
"My turn."
His aura condensed into a swirling vortex of violet-black shards — thousands of tiny Ki blades orbiting him like a storm of razors.
Gohan's eyes widened.
Uub thrust his hands forward.
"MAJIN— ERASURE— STORM!"
The vortex exploded outward.
Not in a beam — but in a spherical detonation, expanding like a growing sphere of shredding energy.
Gohan tried to block, but the shards bypassed defenses, cutting through aura like hot knives through paper. Each shard inflicted both physical damage and Ki corrosion — burning, melting, dissolving.
Gohan shot upward, escaping the central zone, but the storm followed like a tracking field.
Every second it touched him, tiny cuts appeared across his body, sizzling with corrupted energy.
He grit his teeth.
"DAMN IT—"
He pushed harder, aura flaring, and finally burst free of the storm's range. He landed on a broken pillar of arena debris, panting.
Blood dripped from his shoulder.
Uub appeared across from him, floating.
"You're strong... but you're falling behind."
Gohan tightened his fist.
His breathing slowed again.
A spark — faint — flickered around him.
Not golden.
White-gold.
Uub frowned.
"…what are you doing?"
Gohan didn't answer.
Another spark snapped outward. Then another. The air around him vibrated as if charged with static electricity.
His aura expanded, but unlike normal SSJ2, there was no wild crackling storm — it was controlled, sharpened, shaped like a blade.
Uub instinctively stepped back.
Gohan raised his head.
His eyes had changed — deeper, calmer, almost divine.
"I held this back because I didn't want to kill you."
"But you're leaving me no choice."
The sparks fused into his aura — lightning dancing within golden fire.
A low hum filled the arena, as if reality itself were resonating with him.
Then—
Gohan exploded upward in light.
His aura sharpened into a singular pillar of brilliance.
When the light faded:
Future Gohan stood in
Perfect Super Saiyan 2.
His hair slightly longer, sharper, glowing like molten gold. The lightning arced in controlled geometric patterns around him.
Uub stared, expression finally cracking.
Wind spiraled wildly around the battlefield as Future Gohan's Perfect Super Saiyan 2 aura stabilized. It wasn't chaotic or thunderous like a normal SSJ2 — it was elegant, sharp, honed like a blade forged under divine pressure.
Across from him, Uub floated in silence. His corrupted aura flickered with black-violet tongues of energy, but for the first time since the fight began, his breathing faltered. His pupils quivered. His instincts screamed danger.
Future Gohan opened his hand.
Lightning snapped across his palm in a tight spiral.
He whispered—
"Round two."
Gohan moved.
No, blinked across the space.
Uub raised his guard just in time to feel the shockwave — slam against his forearms. The actual punch arrived a millisecond later, cracking the air and hurling him backward like a bullet ricocheting off the world's hardest alloy.
He recovered mid-air, but Gohan was already above him.
A dual-heel axe kick descended.
Uub crossed his arms again—
WHAM.
A crater in the arena floor bloomed instantly beneath them as Gohan drove him down. Dust erupted. The shockwave hit spectators like a physical slap.
Before Uub's back even touched the ground, Gohan vanished again.
He reappeared under Uub, palm thrust upward.
"Piercing Pulse."
A pointed beam of white-gold Ki exploded from his palm, drilling Uub skyward like a launched spear.
Uub screamed as he flew upward uncontrollably, his corrupted aura flickering wildly.
Gohan was already there.
Above the arena, at high altitudes , Gohan hammered Uub with a sequence so complex it was almost a dance:
A right hook — blocked.
Gohan twisted his wrist, turning the block into a joint lock mid-air.
Uub tried to twist out — Gohan followed, rotating with him, landing an elbow to the ribs.
Uub swung back with a desperation knee — Gohan caught it with his shin, redirected it, then struck the inner thigh nerve cluster.
Uub's leg went numb for a fraction of a second.
Gohan used that opening to hammer a rapid-fire six-hit combo: ribs, jaw, solar plexus, shoulder, throat (but pulled just enough to avoid permanent damage), then a finishing blow to the abdomen.
Each strike created concentric shockwaves across the sky, like ripples in reality itself.
Uub coughed violently, purple-black Ki spraying from his mouth like steam.
He tried to teleport.
Gohan anticipated it.
He extended one finger.
SNAP.
A burst of lightning exploded from his fingertip at the exact location Uub reappeared, electrocuting him mid-step. Uub convulsed violently.
Vegito T2 leaned forward from the spectator stand, eyes sharp, voice immediately tactical:
"Buu! His timing accelerates with his Ki output — stop teleporting linearly! Offset your jumps! Break your rhythm!"
Uub tried — flickering in and out erratically.
Gohan was already adapting.
He listened. Felt the Ki distortions. Calculated.
Uub reappeared five meters away at a diagonal angle.
Gohan was there first.
His fist buried into Uub's stomach so deep the corrupted warrior bent around it like wet clay.
Uub's eyes bulged.
Future Gohan whispered into his ear—
"You're getting stronger. But so am I."
Then he spun, whipping Uub downward like a shuttlecock.
Uub's body smashed back into the arena with a deafening roar.
Gohan followed instantly, one arm raised high.
Lightning spiraled down his forearm like a corkscrew.
He brought it down.
Uub rolled aside barely, the lightning-infused chop cleaving a trench through the arena deep enough to see magma shimmering underneath.
Uub panted, skin cracked by the pressure of Gohan's strikes, corrupted Ki leaking like steam.
Then—
He moved.
Uub surged forward with a feint, then twisted his body in a strange, fluid manner — abandoning traditional martial form. His movements became slippery, erratic, unpredictable.
Vegito T2 shouted:
"YES! Break form entirely! Make your body untrackable — act like Majin Buu used to!"
Uub nodded mid-motion.
He blurred at Gohan with bizarre contortions — ribcage expanding slightly, limbs lengthening by micro-increments, strikes looping from angles impossible for a normal humanoid body.
Gohan narrowed his eyes.
For three full seconds — Uub gained momentum.
He struck Gohan once across the jaw.
Another across the ribs.
Then a spinning knee to the temple.
A loud gasp rippled through the crowd.
Uub roared, sensing opportunity, his movements growing wilder. He elongated his arm into a whip-like strike, catching Gohan across the back and sending him skidding.
Vegito clenched his fist in triumph.
"Yes! Keep twisting your body — don't fight like a human. You're Majin-born — USE IT!"
Uub surged with renewed fury.
Until—
Gohan stopped moving.
He stood still, letting Uub's blows approach him like a rainstorm.
Then—
he read it.
Not with his eyes.
With his experience.
His intuition.
His PSSJ2-enhanced neural acuity.
He moved with the smallest possible counters:
shifting weight,
adjusting angles,
folding in his torso just enough,
tilting his head by millimeters.
Uub's elongated arm strike swept past harmlessly.
His sweeping leg extended too far — Gohan stepped on the knee joint.
His double-fist overhead hammer descended — Gohan caught both fists with one hand.
And pushed them down.
Uub froze.
His movement was stopped.
Vegito T2's eyes widened.
Uub's eyes widened.
Even Son Gohan T1 murmured:
"…He's reading him move by move. That's… insane."
Gohan pulled his captured hand back.
And with one movement—
BAM.
A single uppercut sent Uub spinning through the air like a broken tornado.
Gohan leapt forward, knee-first, slamming Uub mid-flight. Uub's body bent around the impact. Before he could recover, Gohan spun behind him, hitting the back of his skull with a spinning elbow.
Uub crashed into the ground so hard the arena foundation trembled.
Son Gohan T1 stood, hands gripping the railing, voice filled with awe:
"This is incredible… Future me trained to this level? His control… his pressure… every movement is optimal. And Uub— Uub's keeping up better than I could've imagined!"
Vegito T2, arms crossed, eyes razor sharp, countered:
"Your boy's strong, but he's predictable. He accelerates in a linear pattern, and Uub's innate potential is bottomless. Once he hits critical emotional resonance—"
He pointed down.
"—he'll jump again. Fast."
Son Gohan T1 exhaled.
"Even so… Future me isn't done growing either."
The two fighters clashed again in an explosion of sparks.
Uub caught Gohan's punch — but his wrist trembled.
Gohan's eyes softened for a moment.
"You're fighting for someone. I can feel it."
Uub growled, face twisting.
"…I want to make my master proud."
Gohan nodded once.
"Then stand up properly. Not like a corrupted demon. Like a warrior."
Uub's pupils constricted.
Something cracked inside his chest.
Uub's frustration began bleeding through every strike.
Gohan countered with surgical precision.
Uub's right jab — parried by a fingertip.
His left hook — dodged by a hair.
His spinning kick — intercepted mid-spin and redirected into the floor.
His point-blank corrupted energy burst — slapped aside like a spark.
Each failure hurt Uub deeper than any punch.
His strikes grew sloppier.
Angrier.
Desperate.
And Future Gohan kept accelerating.
Kept reading him.
Kept improving.
Their power escalated, but Gohan's control skyrocketed.
Uub's breathing became ragged. His corrupted Ki flickered more violently than ever. His aura crackled uncontrolled.
Finally—
He snapped.
"ENOUGH!"
He screamed with a sound that tore at the lungs of every spectator.
His aura exploded, shaking the entire realm.
Uub clutched his head.
His body convulsed.
His Ki surged up and down, unstable, violent, chaotic.
Vegito T2's eyes widened in recognition.
"…No way. Not here."
Son Gohan T1 stepped back instinctively.
"His power— it's climbing past the corrupted threshold!"
In the arena, Uub fell to his knees, shaking violently. His muscles pulsed under his skin, swelling then shrinking, trying to reorganize themselves.
Gohan hesitated.
"Uub?"
Uub didn't answer.
He only screamed.
A scream that sounded like the universe being torn apart.
Black-violet Ki burst outward, thick as smoke, but then—
It shifted.
Deepened.
Brightened.
Turning into—
crimson.
His aura roared upward like a volcanic eruption.
Uub's body bulged. His muscles gained definition. His height increased by two, three centimeters. Veins glowed red under his skin. His chest expanded with every tortured breath.
Then his hair—
The pink-red strands ignited into full, blazing crimson, lengthening rapidly down his back.
Longer.
Wilder.
Spikier.
Almost like a demonic Super Saiyan 3.
Evolution.
Uub T1 — the original reincarnation — watched in horror.
"…Is he going further than ''Evil'' state?"
A pause.
His voice cracked:
"Is there even anything AFTER that?"
The aura around the evolving Uub spiked again.
The arena floor shattered in an expanding circle around him.
Future Gohan stepped back, eyes narrowing.
The air pressure crushed down on him like a gravity field.
Uub rose.
Slowly.
Power spiraled around him uncontrollably, each pulse stronger than the last, until—
He opened his eyes.
They burned full red, no pupils, no whites.
Just power.
Pure, overwhelming, terrifying power.
His voice was deeper now.
Darker.
Resonant.
"…Master…"
"…I won't disappoint you."
The wind blasted outward.
The tiles melted.