Present Gohan T1, unconscious, lay crumpled just outside the arena boundary, his black hair stark against the white dust, the light of his greatest, most disciplined transformation utterly spent.
Whis T11 - The Angel from the defeated Timeline 11 drifted toward the fallen warrior, his staff held horizontally, preparing to gently retrieve Gohan and carry him to the medical facility.
Piccolo T1 Intercepted the Angel with a stride that was almost a teleport - His Namekian eyes were narrowed, his expression a mask of granite.
Piccolo T1 - "I will carry him to the healing chamber, don't worry."
Whis T11 - The Angel paused, sensing the storm beneath the Namekian's calm facade. He nodded, stepping back, acknowledging the mentor's proprietary grief.
Piccolo T1 Gently lifted Gohan, cradling the unconscious body - The sheer weight of the young warrior was immense, not just physically, but emotionally. Piccolo began the long walk toward the perimeter, his gaze fixed straight ahead. Internally, he was a battlefield. The philosophical destruction Baby Vegito Black had inflicted on Gohan—calling "shame disguised as control," his life a "catalogue of evasions"—had been brutal truth layered over malice. Piccolo knew how much Gohan had been holding inside, the failure he carried for his world, and for the fight to end this way, not by death but by a tactical, humiliating ring-out, felt like the final, definitive loss for the Prime Timeline. He forced his mind to go blank, concentrating only on the smooth, cold stone of the floor beneath his boots, and the gentle, broken breathing of his surrogate son.
In the spectator block reserved for Universe 7, the scene was one of total collapse. The raw, exhausting hope Gohan's Crimson Mystic had ignited had been brutally extinguished, leaving only sorrow.
Bulma T1, Future Bulma, Chichi, Videl, and Pan were all openly sobbing. Chichi was held tight by Videl, her cries raw and primal. Pan, though only a toddler, was confused and distraught, hiding her face in her grandmother's gi. Goten and Present Trunks, boys who rarely faced true consequence, huddled together, shoulders shaking.
Future Trunks T1 Stared at the arena, his jaw clenched so tight he looked sculpted from grief - He knew that tactical surrender. It was the only choice Gohan had, but it felt like a total defeat.
Uub T1 Lowered his head, his hands trembling - He had given all his ki, only for the effort to result in this demoralizing loss. Was this truly the end?
Goku T1 Tried to rally the shattered hope - He pushed himself off the wall, his own face etched with pain, but his voice was steady.
Goku T1 - "Don't think too much, guys. Remember there's still the finals, and if the winner decides for us to live, then we will live."
Vegeta T1 Rebuked his rival instantly, his voice a low, vicious snarl - "Idiot. Who said the winner would want that? If Baby Vegito Black wins, we are all doomed. He'll wish for the permanent subjugation of this timeline. And if Vegito T2 wins, he probably will wish for more po—"
A hand, heavy and familiar, landed firmly on Goku's shoulder, cutting Vegeta's analysis short.
Vegito T2 Appeared instantly behind Goku, his usual arrogant smirk in place, but with an unexpected depth of seriousness in his eyes - His presence was a blinding, electric shock in the atmosphere of despair.
Vegito T2 - "Nah, I won't use my wish for power, that's so boring!"
A glimmer of desperate hope pierced the despair. Even the ones crying looked up, their tears momentarily forgotten, drawn by the fusion's absurd confidence.
Vegito T2 - "In My plans you should all live. This timeline is necessary for the next round of amusement. And he..."
Vegito T2 Looked across the arena, his eyes tracking Baby Vegito Black as the victor was already flying away, radiating his malevolent Green SSJ3 aura.
Vegito T2 - "...is just me but weaker. He's a fusion defined by theft. Anyway, I got to go."
Vegito T2 Vanished from the spot, heading in the direction of the arena, leaving behind a confused, fragile silence. For the first time since the loss, a fragile, desperate hope had been planted in the Prime Timeline's hearts.
As Vegito T2 arrived at the arena boundary, a dizzying array of divine figures materialized in the very center of the fighting ring.
There were the twelve different versions of Beerus, each radiating a distinct flavor of chaotic destructive energy, but all similarly bored and imposing. Beside them stood the twelve different versions of Whis, their expressions varying from serene amusement to technical curiosity. Finally, towering above them all, stood the impossibly serene figure of Daishinkan, the Grand Priest.
The shift in energy was absolute. The audience—the few remaining fighters, the traumatized spectators, the crying loved ones—all immediately quieted, their attention drawn irresistibly to the center. The sheer concentration of divine power made any lingering thoughts of the previous brutal battle irrelevant.
Daishinkan Spoke, his voice resonating not through the air, but directly into the consciousness of every being present, transcending all language barriers - "Spectators. Fighters. Gods of Destruction. We have arrived at the conclusion of the elimination matches. The Semi-Finals have ended with the victory of Vegito, Timeline 2, and Baby Vegito Black, Timeline 6."
Daishinkan - "Before us stands the final battle. The battle that will decide the fate of all attending timelines, and indeed, the future of the multiverse competition."
Daishinkan - "The final match: Vegito, Timeline 2, Versus, Baby Vegito Black, Timeline 6."
The announcement, though expected, hit with the force of destiny.
Daishinkan - "From the start, many of you knew this might end happening. Two fusions born of the highest power, facing off for total supremacy. But now it is time."
Daishinkan - "The winner of this final match will receive an omnipotent wish. Pretty much everything is on the table, save for wishing to be more powerful or knowledgeable than the Angels, myself, or Zeno. Do as you wish. We, the Angels, will then realize this wish, which, as a creation of the highest celestial powers, is more powerful than the Super Dragon Balls."
Daishinkan - "So, without further delays, here is the final match of the tournament that decides the fate of all!"
Goku:
"…Vegeta. That fusion of ours… he better win. He has to."
Vegeta said nothing.
So Goku kept talking, almost like he needed to hear his own voice to keep from falling apart.
Goku:
"Gohan lost… but that wasn't the end. We still— we still have a chance."
He almost looked frightened.
Vegeta T1
He didn't look at Goku.
He stared at the ring, jaw clenched, breathing sharp.
Vegeta:
"Don't be naive, Kakarot. This isn't 'a chance.' This is all or nothing. If that monster wins… we're done."
His voice cracked — almost too subtle to hear.
But Goku heard it.
Goku:
"Vegeta… I've never heard you sound like that."
Vegeta:
"…Shut up."
But he didn't deny it.
Piccolo T1
Just returned from carrying Gohan to the chamber.
He stood at the entrance to the stands, shoulders heavy, eyes shadowed.
Hearing the announcement, he lowered his head… then looked at the others.
Piccolo:
"…Vegito's strong. But Baby Vegito Black— he's is clealy aiming for the gods and angels."
Future Gohan lifted his head.
Piccolo:
"He wants us to feel helpless."
He clenched his fist.
Piccolo:
"…And damn it, it's working."
Future Trunks:
"Then he can't lose."
Bulma was the first to find her voice.
Bulma:
"…We're really leaving our survival in the hands of a fusion who cracks jokes while fighting?"
Chi-Chi exploded past grief into anger.
Chi-Chi:
"He better save us! After what Gohan went through — after what my baby endured — if Vegito loses I SWEAR—!"
Videl grabbed her hands fast.
Videl:
"Chi-Chi—stop— please—"
Chi-Chi trembled violently but lowered her voice.
Chi-Chi:
"…Gohan trusted him.
So… I will too."
Pan looked at them, confused, terrified, clutching the edge of Videl's gi.
Pan:
"Is… Vegito scary too?"
Bulma forced a smile, kneeling.
Bulma:
"…No sweetheart. He's our strongest friend."
Goten:
"…If Vegito dies… does that mean all of us die?"
Trunks:
"No! I mean— I think… I hope…"
He held his head.
Trunks:
"Dad! Say something!"
Vegeta didn't answer.
Goku didn't either.
The silence answered for them.
Trunks T2:
"He looks confident. That's… that's good. Right?"
Uub T2's eyes narrowed.
Uub T2:
"He should be confident. But that other fusion… he's different from any other opponent."
Piccolo T2 expanded his arms calmly.
Piccolo T2:
"Because Baby Vegito and our Vegito are the same being"
Trunks swallowed.
Trunks T2:
"And what Vegito should do"
Piccolo T2:
"…He should battle Like a man who thinks nothing can kill him."
Vegito T2 (from a distance)
He looked at his team, smirked slightly, and called out:
Vegito:
"Don't worry — unlike him, I don't kill family."
The others didn't know whether to laugh or shiver.
Bardock T5
He grinned faintly.
Bardock:
"Vegito, Such a weird entity..the combination of my son and vegeta, now fighting another extension of the same event."
Ruthless Vegeta crossed his arms.
Ruthless Vegeta:
"Hmph. If he loses, I'll spit on his corpse. A Saiyan doesn't bow to a thief."
Bardock glanced sideways.
Bardock:
"You talk big, but you couldn't beat yourself in that ring."
Ruthless Vegeta snarled.
Ruthless Vegeta:
"Say that again, old man—!"
King Vegeta stepped between them.
King Vegeta:
"Silence. This battle is beyond personal grudges."
Then, softer, almost in disbelief:
King Vegeta:
"Two Fusions… facing each other. The gods rarely witness such a phenomenon."
Rosan T5
He spat blood, wiping it from his chin.
Rosan:
"I hate fusions but damn… this is too much even for me."
Raditz smirked.
Raditz:
"Look at us. Rooting for a fusion. What a cursed timeline."
Inside of Baby Vegito's mind..
Zamasu:
"Rejoice! The false universes will fall before our divine evolution!"
Baby remnants chanted violently.
Remnants:
"THE TRUE GOD! THE TRUE GOD!"
A corrupted Tuffle hissed:
"Let him consume the multiverse…"
Their excitement was almost religious.
Elder:
"Gast… forgive us. We could not match such hatred."
Another Namekian clenched his chest.
Gast:
"May the fusion of mortals succeed where we failed."
Krillin T9
Holding the wall to keep himself from sinking.
Krillin:
"…This is IT"
Tien shook his head.
Tien:
"yea."
Prime Roshi's eyes widened behind his glasses.
Roshi Prime:
"Limits aren't real here, Tien.
This is utter most power..It might be the last thing we see before our end."
Yamcha scratched his head, chills down his spine.
Yamcha:
"So if Vegito loses—"
Krillin:
"We're erased. Instantly."
Turles:
"Finally. Stakes higher than conquering galaxies."
Bojack
Slamming his fist into his palm.
Bojack:
"I hope they rip each other apart."
Frieza:
"…I thought I had conquered fear.
Apparently not."
Slug:
"…And to think I wanted to win the tournament."
The entire arena went silent as Vegito and Baby Vegito Black exchanged their first stare.
It was dreadful.
Daishinkan raised his hand.
A single chime resounded, soft but infinite, like a drop of water falling into eternity.
The time had come.
Vegito emerged first—
walking.
Step by step.
Boots against tile.
A rhythm that sounded too calm for what he was about to face.
Every timeline stared at him like he was the last star in a collapsing sky.
And Vegito… smiled.
like a man who never had danced with death and still learned its tempo.
His thoughts were silent, but the confidence emanating from him was ancient, almost divine:
"If fate expects me to kneel, fate can get in line."
He was power.
He paused at the edge of the ring and looked upward, sighing:
Vegito (softly, to no one and everyone):
"…Don't worry. You all get to live. Sit tight."
He stepped onto the arena—
—and reality bent slightly around him.
Baby Vegito Black arrived.
The arena darkened as though something vast and malignant passed over the sun.
Space twisted.
Energy sank, temperature dropping.
The air tasted metallic.
A rift tore open—
temporal.
Out stepped Baby Vegito Black, barefoot, hands clasped behind his back, smiling the way a deity smiles at a myth too small to matter.
His aura was quiet.
But its quietness was horrifying—
like the stillness before a world-ending tsunami.
The ring moved toward him—
or perhaps reality folded to ensure his steps were effortless.
Every step carried a whisper of thousands of stolen voices, layered atop each other: Saiyan rage, divine contempt, Tuffle vengeance, Zamasu's purity, Gohan's trauma, Goku's Hope, Vegeta Arrogance.
He passed the spectators without looking at them.
Their very souls recoiled.
When he reached the ring, he didn't step onto it.
existence simply acknowledged he belonged there.
Then—
liking the theatrics—
he stretched his arms wide and inhaled the air as though savoring mortal terror.
Baby Vegito Black:
"…Ah. Fear. A fragrance no god ever fully appreciates."
He turned toward Vegito.
And smiled.
Vegito tilted his head.
Baby Vegito Black narrowed his eyes.
Time slowed—
not in the arena,
but in the perception of every watcher.
It felt as if two parallel universes were locked in a staring contest,
and only one would remain after the blink.
"You walked here like you understood the gravity of this moment.
I find that adorable.
A pretender dressing as a king."
Vegito didn't move.
Vegito:
"Funny.
I was thinking the same thing about you."
Baby Vegito Black lowered his head, eyes glowing.
Baby Vegito Black:
"I'm not a fusion, Vegito.
I am an inevitability.
The sum of divine judgment, Saiyan instinct, Tuffle precision, and mortal resilience.
You are a joke two mortals tell themselves to feel relevant."
Vegito smirked again.
Vegito:
"And you're what happens when self-loathing gets a gym membership."
A ripple of laughter was felt—but not heard—in the Prime timeline.
Baby Black ignored it.
Baby Vegito Black:
"Tell me something, 'hero.'
Why do you fight?
What delusion drives your little crusade to 'save everyone'?"
Vegito chuckled.
Vegito:
"I fight because someone has to prove you wrong."
Baby Vegito Black:
"Wrong about what?"
Vegito:
"About everything."
Baby Black blinked—amused.
Baby Vegito Black:
"You think this is morality?
You think this is philosophy?
No.
This is selection.
And you—
you are the last obstacle between me
and a multiverse free of weakness."
He stepped forward, and the ground cracked beneath his foot.
Baby Vegito Black:
"If mortals cannot control themselves, I will control them.
If gods cannot enforce order, I will enforce it.
If the multiverse cannot destroy chaos,
then I will become chaos."
Vegito's face turned serious—genuinely serious—
Vegito:
"You're not chaos.
You're a parasite."
Baby Vegito Black's neck twitched.
Vegito continued.
Vegito:
"You steal bodies.
You steal timelines.
You steal power.
And now you want to steal purpose."
He lifted his hand and pointed directly at Baby Black's chest.
Vegito:
"But nothing you have is truly yours."
A crack formed in Baby Vegito Black's smile.
Baby Vegito Black:
"Oh, but that is where you're mistaken.
You believe identity is something earned.
I believe identity is something taken."
He leaned closer, voice dropping to a whisper that echoed through the arena anyway:
Baby Vegito Black:
"Tell me, Vegito…
when your two halves fused to escape insignificance,
did you ever wonder which one of them deserved to exist more?"
Vegito did not respond.
But the silence was an answer.
Baby Vegito Black smiled wider.
Baby Vegito Black:
"There it is.
The crack.
The insecurity.
The two frightened monkeys inside your skull,
each praying the other disappears."
Vegito's aura flickered, faint but real.
Baby Black savored it like wine.
Baby Vegito Black:
"No matter how strong you become,
you cannot escape the truth:
you are two cowards hiding inside a single miracle."
Vegito
"…You done projecting?"
Baby Black's expression froze.
Vegito looked him in the eyes, tone colder than he had ever used in the entire tournament.
Vegito:
"You talk about inevitability.
Fate.
Identity.
Purity."
"But there's something you'll never understand."
He stepped forward—
—and Baby Black stepped back.
Vegito:
"A fusion isn't two people hiding from the world."
He clenched his fist.
Vegito:
"It's two people who trust each other enough
to face the world together."
Baby Vegito Black's smirk vanished completely.
Vegito's aura ignited—
a calm, controlled, terrifying blue-gold flame.
Vegito:
"And that's why you're going to lose."
Baby Vegito Black (voice shaking, not with fear but with rage):
"…You believe trust is power?"
Vegito:
"Stronger than anything you've ever stolen."
Baby Black's eye twitched.
Baby Vegito Black straightened his back, aura flaring sickly green and Purple.
Baby Vegito Black (voice like poisoned silk):
"You walk as though the world belongs to you.
But you do not understand it.
You do not even see it.
Mortals… creations… timelines…"
He lifted his hand, rotating it, admiring its stolen perfection.
Baby Vegito Black:
"They rot.
Everywhere they exist, they rot.
Everywhere they breathe, they corrupt.
Every thought they have is a malfunction.
Every emotion a disease."
He leaned closer, his smile widening with a religious zeal.
Baby Vegito Black:
"I have witnessed billions of worlds—
and all of them contain the same pestilence:
MORTALITY.
They create children to suffer,
create gods to disappoint them,
create meaning because they cannot tolerate the truth:
there is none."
He pointed at Vegito's chest.
Baby Vegito Black:
"You, too, are a product of mortal delusion.
Two broken monkeys begging to be one god.
A fusion of insecurity wrapped in power.
A monument to human self-deception."
Vegito replies — not defending mortals, but rejecting reality itself
Vegito's hair didn't move, but the air around him bent inward,
like gravity had reversed in his presence.
the apathy of someone who has decided that existence is optional.
Vegito
"You talk a lot about 'mortals' as if they matter.
The ones that matter are here, And they are beyond mortals."
Vegito:
"I don't care about mortals."
He tapped the side of his head.
"I barely believe they exist."
Baby Vegito Black blinked—confused.
Vegito continued
Vegito:
"When you've lived as long as I have—
not in years, but in battles…
in deaths…
in victories…
"
Vegito:
"…you start to question if anything outside your own mind is real."
His aura flickered in dozens of colors—
as if every memory he had was arguing with itself.
Vegito:
"You think I trust Goku and Vegeta?
You think I trust my own thoughts?''
Baby Vegito Black stepped back a hair.
Not in fear.
But in confusion—
because he had expected a hero,
not a skeptic of existence.
Baby Vegito Black
"Your nihilism is sloppy.
It is the nihilism of a coward—
not the nihilism of a god."
Vegito smirked, his shadow warping behind him into fractal shapes.
Vegito:
"And your hatred is childish.
You hate mortals while being one.
Baby Vegito Black:
I transcended all the moment I transcended mortality.
I am not mortal, Saiyan, god, or Tuffle."
He spread his arms like a preacher before his congregation.
Baby Vegito Black:
"I am the first being to look at the universe
and declare it unworthy of existing as it is."
He lowered his arms slowly, like lowering a coffin lid.
Baby Vegito Black:
"Mortals build civilizations out of fear.
Gods rule out of ignorance.
You fight out of instinct."
His right hand ignited with a divine green aura.
"I destroy out of understanding."
Vegito:
"You think you understand the universe?"
He chuckled.
"I don't think the universe that you're thinking even exist, I only know mine."
Baby Vegito Black's eyes widened in disbelief.
Vegito continued:
Vegito:
"For all I know…
everyone here is just another thought in my mind."
Vegito:
"And you?
You might not even be real."
Baby Vegito Black (voice trembling with rage):
"You DARE reduce my existence to a mental defect?!
I am PERFECTION incarnate!
I am the only mind in this arena that is awake!
I am—"
Vegito interrupted him:
Vegito:
"You're loud."
Silence fell.
Vegito smiled again—
but this time the smile was wrong.
Very wrong.
Vegito:
"If the universe is real…
I'll beat you because I'm stronger."
He tilted his head.
Vegito:
"If the universe is fake…
I'll beat you because you're a thought in my head."
He stepped forward, slowly:
Vegito:
"Either way…
You lose."
Baby Vegito Black
Baby Vegito Black lowered his head, hair shadowing his eyes.
His voice came out like a blade through silk:
Baby Vegito Black:
"There are many forms of insanity, Vegito."
He raised his head—
and his grin was that of a god about to erase a star.
"But yours is the most poetic."
His aura exploded into green pink flame.
Baby Vegito Black:
"Let me correct your delusion.
You are not a god."
The arena quivered.
"You are the LAST mortal thought I will erase before perfection begins."
Vegito cracked his neck.
Vegito:
"And you're the last reminder that even gods can be pathetic."
Daishinkan raises his hand.
"BEGIN."