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[Reborn as Son Goten] Chapter 206 - 210
🕑 Added 2025-01-05 01:00:02 +0000 UTCChapter 206: The Trans-Timeline Knockout Tournament
"Whoo-hoo!"
After chatting for a while, Goku took Pan to the grass field in front of his house, his familiar carefree grin plastered on his face.
"Pan, have you been practicing well while I’ve been away?" Goku asked, his tone light but expectant.
"Of course! Grandpa Piccolo often guides me in my training!" Pan replied enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with pride.
"And your father? Has Gohan been helping you out too?" Goku inquired, though he had a hunch about the answer.
Pan's expression shifted, and her enthusiasm dimmed slightly. "Dad’s been so busy working all day long!" she said with a pout, her tone tinged with dissatisfaction.
Goku rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Looks like it’s time to have a little chat with Gohan," he muttered, more to himself than to Pan.
Just as the words left his mouth, a bright light suddenly engulfed his body. Before Goku could react, an overwhelming force teleported him away.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself standing on a massive, glowing gear that seemed to hum with ancient energy. He glanced around and spotted familiar faces: Goten, Gohan (still dressed in his business suit), Vegeta, Trunks, Jiren, and Hit—all standing on the same gear with him.
Gohan adjusted his tie, clearly flustered by the abrupt change in scenery. "Goten, where are we?" he asked, turning to his younger brother.
"I don’t know," Goten replied, his eyes fixed ahead.
In front of them stood a petite woman with blue-green skin and short sea-blue hair. She wore a flowing blue robe, golden earrings, and a clock-shaped hat that seemed to signify her authority. Her high-heeled boots clicked faintly as she stepped forward, her regal presence unmistakable.
This was Aeos, the former Supreme Kai of Time. Though she was eons old, her youthful appearance radiated both wisdom and power.
Behind her, countless gigantic gears turned slowly, each one shimmering with the aura of untold histories. On the gears stood numerous figures, some of whom were all too familiar: Frieza, Cooler, Cell, Hirudegarn, Kid Buu, and the Time Patrol.
Suddenly, a small figure appeared beside Aeos, wearing a similar blue robe and golden hat. His face was obscured, but his voice carried an eerie authority.
"Welcome, everyone, to the Super Timeline Knockout Tournament!" the figure announced, raising his arms dramatically.
With a wave of his hand, he conjured a glowing, light-blue box. "You have all been chosen by the timelines as exceptional warriors. This box has selected you as champions of your respective eras!"
As he spoke, the massive gears began to shift, aligning to form a colossal stage.
"The rules are simple," the figure continued. "This is a survival battle across timelines! There are 12 groups, each with seven participants—a total of 84 warriors. Your first task is to capture one of the three flying goblin prophets on the battlefield or eliminate all other teams to secure victory!"
The crowd murmured with mixed reactions, but the figure pressed on. "You have 50 taks—approximately 24 minutes—to complete this round. The winners will receive unparalleled rewards, so fight with all your strength! Let the tournament begin!"
With that, a blinding white light enveloped the participants.
When Goten opened his eyes again, he found himself in the middle of a dense jungle. Towering trees loomed overhead, their branches weaving a canopy that barely let sunlight through.
"Did everyone get separated?" Goten muttered, closing his eyes to sense the ki of his teammates. He quickly located Goku and the others, though they seemed scattered across the battlefield.
Before he could make his way to them, a familiar energy signature approached. Goten turned to see Haze, an opponent he had previously defeated, stepping out from the shadows. However, this version of Haze had a glowing halo above his head, indicating he was already dead.
"We meet again, Goten," Haze said with a smirk.
"Yeah, we do," Goten replied, a confident grin spreading across his face. "But the result will be the same—you’re going down!"
Without another word, Haze lunged at Goten. Goten clenched his fists and transformed into Super Saiyan 4, his golden aura igniting the jungle around him as the two charged at each other.
Meanwhile, Trunks found himself on a rocky plateau. He wasn’t alone—standing before him was Tapion, the heroic figure from the Dragon Ball movie Wrath of the Dragon.
"Trunks," Tapion said, his voice calm yet firm.
"Do you know me?" Trunks asked, taking a cautious step forward.
Tapion nodded solemnly. "Not you, exactly. It seems you’re not the Trunks from my timeline."
Realizing the misunderstanding, Trunks adjusted his stance. "Then let’s settle this like warriors."
Tapion unsheathed the sword from his back, its blade gleaming under the dim light. "As you wish," he said, raising the weapon.
The two rushed at each other, their movements swift and precise. Trunks dodged Tapion’s initial strike, countering with a flurry of punches. Tapion skillfully deflected each blow, his swordsmanship as sharp as ever.
With a roar, Trunks transformed into a Super Saiyan, his golden aura flaring around him. Tapion’s eyes widened momentarily, but he tightened his grip on his sword, ready to face the challenge head-on.
Elsewhere, Goku came face-to-face with another version of himself—Xeno Goku from the Time Patrol.
"Are you me from another timeline?" Goku asked, tilting his head in curiosity.
"That’s right," Xeno Goku replied with a grin. "It’s not every day you meet yourself, huh?"
"Well, since we’re here, how about a quick sparring match?" Goku suggested eagerly.
"I’d love to," Xeno Goku began, but his expression turned serious. "Unfortunately, we have bigger problems. Aeos, the organizer of this tournament, has plans that could disrupt all of time and space. She’s..."
Before Xeno Goku could finish, several golden energy blasts rained down on them. Both Gokus leapt into the air, dodging the attacks effortlessly. When they looked down, they saw a group of warriors charging at them, their intent clear.
Jiren faced a formidable opponent—Broly, but not the one from Dragon Ball Super. This was the original Broly, the legendary Super Saiyan from an alternate timeline.
The old Broly, shirtless and with wild green hair, exuded a dark and menacing energy. His fists glowed with raw power as he charged at Jiren.
"Ha!" Broly roared, swinging a massive punch.
Chapter 207: Players from Different Timelines
Jiren moved back, his muscles tensing as he launched a devastating punch with his right fist directly at Broly.
BANG!!!
The sound was deafening as the blow sent Broly hurtling through the air. Yet, true to his resilient nature, Broly’s body twisted mid-flight, and he landed heavily on the ground, creating a small crater. Without hesitation, he lunged back at Jiren like a wild beast.
Jiren’s expression remained stoic as he braced himself. With a shout, he surged forward, and within moments, the two collided in a furious exchange of blows. Their fists and kicks moved faster than the eye could see, generating shockwaves that shook the ground. The surrounding area turned into a chaotic mess of dust and debris as rocks shattered wherever their battle took them.
Their combat soon ascended into the sky, the intensity increasing as they darted back and forth like beams of light. From a distance, the air around them shimmered with the energy of their movements, creating what looked like ripples in the atmosphere.
Jiren roared, channeling all his power into a single strike. His right fist connected with Broly’s face, sending the Saiyan flying backward with a pained scream. Not missing a beat, Jiren appeared in front of him and delivered a devastating kick to his midsection.
Bang! Boom!
Broly’s body crashed into the ground, raising a massive cloud of dust. When the dust settled, a deep crater was revealed, marking the impact of Broly’s fall.
But Broly was far from defeated. He stood up, his face twisted with rage, and glared at Jiren, who hovered above him. With a primal roar, Broly charged forward, his energy erupting like a storm.
Jiren clenched his fists, his body glowing red as he met Broly head-on. Their collisions generated massive shockwaves that cracked the earth below and echoed across the battlefield. Though Broly's raw power was immense, Jiren’s years of disciplined training had honed his strength and technique to an unparalleled level, allowing him to maintain the upper hand.
Meanwhile, Vegeta found himself face-to-face with Goku Black from another timeline. Despite their history, Vegeta’s demeanor remained calm and composed. He had grown far stronger since their last encounter, and this time, he was confident in his ability to dominate.
“Vegeta,” Goku Black greeted, a sinister smile playing on his lips. He seemed unaware of the fate he had met in another timeline.
Vegeta responded with a cold snort, clenching his fists as divine Ki radiated from his body. With a mighty roar, he transformed into Super Saiyan Blue, his power shaking the ground beneath him.
Goku Black chuckled darkly, summoning his own energy. With a burst of Ki, his hair turned rose-colored, and a fiery aura surrounded him—Super Saiyan Rose.
The two warriors clashed, their battle beginning with a thunderous impact. Vegeta's punches were precise and unrelenting, driving Goku Black backward. With a powerful strike to the face, Vegeta sent Goku Black crashing into a mountain, raising a massive cloud of dust.
Wasting no time, Vegeta unleashed a barrage of energy blasts, his iconic Prince's attack style raining destruction upon the landscape. Each explosion tore through the terrain, leaving behind a series of smoldering craters.
When the dust cleared, Goku Black emerged from the rubble, battered but seething with anger. “How can this Vegeta be so strong?” he muttered through gritted teeth.
Before he could react, Vegeta appeared before him in a blur of motion. Blocking Goku Black’s desperate attack with ease, Vegeta delivered a powerful kick that sent his opponent hurtling hundreds of meters away.
Elsewhere, Gohan encountered a familiar adversary—Frieza.
“Frieza,” Gohan said, his tone steady as he recognized the tyrant.
Frieza smirked, his eyes gleaming with malice. “Gohan, what an unexpected reunion. Your choice of attire is… amusing.”
Unfazed, Gohan calmly removed his suit jacket and tie, tossing them aside. “Clothes like these would only get in the way,” he replied, his voice filled with quiet determination.
Frieza wasted no time, darting forward with a speed that left a faint trail of light. His right fist aimed directly at Gohan, but the latter raised his hand to block the attack effortlessly.
“Oh?” Frieza’s expression shifted, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. “You’re stronger than the Gohan from my timeline.”
“Is that so?” Gohan replied, his tone tinged with curiosity.
“Yes, but it won’t matter,” Frieza said with a sinister grin. “Because when I show you my true strength, you’ll realize how futile your efforts are.”
As his words echoed, Frieza’s body began to emit a powerful golden glow. With a triumphant roar, he transformed into Golden Frieza, his skin gleaming like polished metal.
Gohan watched silently, his expression unchanging. Then, he clenched his fists, and his energy flared as he powered up. His hair and eyebrows turned silver, and his body was surrounded by an aura of shimmering silver Ki mixed with crackling pink lightning—Beast Gohan had emerged.
Frieza’s confident demeanor faltered as he took in Gohan’s transformation. “What… What is this form?” he stammered, his voice betraying his shock.
Chapter 208: The Mysterious Man
Gohan chuckled softly, his body glowing with a faint purple aura as he launched himself toward Frieza at lightning speed. Frieza gritted his teeth, his golden form shimmering brilliantly, and surged forward to meet Gohan.
In the blink of an eye, the two clashed, their fists and kicks moving so quickly that they seemed to vanish from sight. Shockwaves rippled through the battlefield, and the sky above crackled with energy as their strikes collided with the force of small explosions.
Elsewhere, Hit had separated from Goku and found himself facing a towering, monstrous figure that resembled an insect. The creature was none other than Hirudegarn.
Hirudegarn loomed over Hit, his massive form casting a long shadow across the terrain. His glowing eyes focused on the assassin, and a guttural roar erupted from his throat as he raised his massive hands to crush Hit like an insect.
Unfazed, Hit’s eyes narrowed. As Hirudegarn’s colossal hands came down, Hit’s figure blurred and vanished. The monster hesitated, momentarily startled, but before he could react, a flash of purple light streaked across his neck.
Blood sprayed into the air as Hirudegarn’s head was severed cleanly from his body. The massive form crumpled to the ground, shaking the earth with its weight.
Hit landed gracefully on the ground, his expression calm and cold. Without sparing a glance at his defeated opponent, he turned and walked away, his boots crunching softly against the gravel.
At the same time, across the various timelines and spaces, countless battles raged on. Warriors like Cumber and Cell, once defeated by Goku and his allies, found themselves locked in fierce combat with each other. The chaos of the tournament stretched across dimensions, with no clear victor yet in sight.
In the midst of this turmoil, Goten managed to capture a golden fairy, one of the elusive targets of the first round. The moment his hands closed around it, he was teleported back to the massive gear where the tournament had begun.
One by one, Goku, Gohan, Vegeta, and the others reappeared alongside him.
“What’s going on? Why are we back?” Goku asked, glancing around in confusion.
Gohan’s gaze fell on the golden fairy in Goten’s hand, and he quickly pieced it together. “Dad, I think it’s because Goten captured the Fairy Prophet!”
“I see!” Goku exclaimed, nodding.
Before they could discuss further, two more figures materialized on the gear: Time Patrol Trunks, along with Hearts and Cumber.
“Trunks!” Goku greeted, a smile spreading across his face as he recognized the Time Patrol version of Vegeta’s son.
Trunks nodded briefly but looked troubled. Before he could respond, a new figure appeared.
A man clad in a black robe stepped forward, his face obscured by a mask. His presence exuded an aura of mystery and danger, and his voice carried a chilling authority.
“Everyone else has disappeared,” the masked man stated bluntly.
“What?!” Goku exclaimed, his eyes wide with shock.
“It means the timelines they occupied have been destroyed,” the man continued, his tone devoid of emotion.
Time Patrol Trunks clenched his fists, his anger barely contained. “Why would you do this?!”
The masked man’s reply was cryptic. “All of this is part of the mission. A greater purpose lies hidden behind these battles.”
Before Trunks could press further, the masked man shifted his attention to the gathered warriors. “Now, let us proceed to the second round of the tournament.”
“Second round?!” Trunks roared, his golden aura flaring to life as his anger surged.
“You destroyed countless people and entire timelines!” Trunks shouted, his voice filled with righteous fury. Without hesitation, he launched a golden energy wave directly at the masked man.
The man raised his hand and countered with his own fiery red energy wave. The two attacks collided mid-air, resulting in a massive explosion that sent shockwaves rippling outward.
Vegeta’s expression darkened as he observed the exchange. The power of the masked man was undeniable.
As the smoke cleared, the masked man emerged unscathed, standing amidst the ruins with an unsettling calm.
“You’re as reckless as ever,” he said, his voice taunting as he locked eyes with Time Patrol Trunks.
“Who are you?” Gohan demanded, his voice sharp as he tried to make sense of the situation.
Instead of answering, the masked man released an overwhelming surge of energy that spread across the battlefield like a tidal wave. The warriors instinctively braced themselves against the force of his power.
“What incredible energy!” Gohan muttered, sweat forming on his brow as he sensed the intensity of the Ki radiating from the masked man.
Without warning, the masked man closed the distance to Trunks in an instant, delivering a powerful punch to his abdomen. Trunks gasped in pain, staggering back.
Before he could recover, the masked man appeared behind him, delivering a swift kick that sent Trunks crashing into one of the giant gears. The force shattered it into pieces, and Trunks tumbled onto another gear below.
Still, Trunks wasn’t ready to give up. He climbed to his feet, summoning a massive golden energy sphere in his hands. The masked man responded in kind, forming a fiery red energy bomb that radiated immense heat.
The two warriors launched their attacks simultaneously. The air crackled with tension as the energy spheres hurtled toward each other.
Just as they were about to collide, a fiery red pattern appeared in the sky, freezing both attacks in place.
“What?!” Trunks exclaimed, his eyes widening in disbelief.
A figure descended from the sky, her presence commanding immediate attention. It was Aeos, the former Kaioshin of Time. Her appearance was regal and imposing, her aura glowing faintly with power.
“You two are quite skilled,” she remarked, her tone calm yet authoritative. “But this tournament is not the place for such reckless displays.”
With a wave of her hands, a massive purple crack opened in the air, swallowing the suspended energy bombs.
“So much for off-field competition,” she said, her voice laced with finality.
“Who are you?” Goku asked, stepping forward.
“She is the previous Supreme Kai of Time,” Time Patrol Trunks answered grimly
Chapter 209: Future Spacetime Gohan
“Kaioshin of Time?” Goku repeated, narrowing his eyes at the figure in front of him.
Time Patrol Trunks nodded solemnly. “Yes, that’s Aeos.”
Aeos’s expression remained impassive as she held up a glowing scroll. “The amount of timelines can never increase. This is the law of the multiverse,” she said, her voice devoid of emotion.
As she spoke, several black-robed figures appeared behind her, their presence ominous. Without hesitation, Aeos summoned a blue flame in her palm, setting the scroll ablaze. It burned rapidly, the energy contained within it dissipating into nothingness.
Time Patrol Trunks clenched his fists, his face contorted with anger and despair. He had seen firsthand the fragility of life across timelines, and now, he watched as entire realities were wiped from existence. His heart ached for the countless lives lost with each destroyed timeline.
“Hurry and continue!” Aeos commanded, her tone cold and unyielding. “Which timeline will be the last one standing?”
Her words sent chills through the assembled warriors. Without further explanation, Aeos waved her hand, and Goku, Vegeta, Gohan, Goten, and the others were teleported once more to their designated battlefields.
Gohan and Goten found themselves on a familiar planet.
“This is… Namek?” Gohan muttered, recognizing the lush green terrain and azure skies. Memories of his first visit to the planet flooded his mind.
As he scanned the area, several figures materialized before them. Among them were Golden Frieza, King Cold, Bergamo, and several others Goten didn’t recognize.
“Goten, these look like the opponents my dad and I fought before,” Gohan said, his tone cautious but steady.
“Yeah,” Goten replied, his gaze narrowing as he assessed the situation.
Before they could act, a black-robed figure descended from the sky, landing gracefully on the ground.
“Is everything ready?” the figure asked, their voice calm and measured.
Goten and Gohan immediately tensed, their senses on high alert. The man in the black robe removed his hood, revealing a face neither expected.
“Uncle Piccolo?” Gohan gasped, his voice filled with disbelief.
On another battlefield, Goku, Vegeta, and Hit found themselves in a peculiar environment. The ground beneath their feet was made of massive glass panels, reflecting their surroundings in a surreal and distorted manner.
“What is this place?” Goku wondered aloud, glancing around.
Before anyone could answer, a black-robed figure appeared atop one of the jagged glass spires. In their hand, they held a tiny elf-like creature that squirmed and glowed faintly.
“This little elf is called Millie,” the figure announced. “If you can take her from me and deliver her to Lord Aeos’s team, you’ll win the second round!”
Vegeta scoffed, his arms crossed. “So all I have to do is defeat you and take that fairy? Sounds simple enough.”
“Exactly,” the figure replied, removing their robe to reveal a girl with blue-green skin, purple hair styled into two buns, and striking red eyes. She was dressed in a black dress, her presence both delicate and commanding.
The girl clasped her hands together, and ten humanoid constructs made of glass materialized around her. Their sharp edges glistened menacingly under the light.
“Tsk! How boring!” Vegeta growled, his disdain evident. Without hesitation, he charged forward, smashing one of the glass men into shards with a single blow.
In an instant, his aura flared, and he transformed into Super Saiyan Blue. He rocketed toward the girl, his energy radiating pure determination. Hit, ever the professional assassin, followed close behind, ready to eliminate any obstacles.
Meanwhile, Time Patrol Trunks once again confronted the masked man from before. The air around them crackled with tension as they prepared to clash.
With a roar, Trunks unleashed a golden energy wave from his right hand, the attack hurtling toward the masked man with devastating speed.
The explosion from the impact sent thick smoke billowing into the air. Trunks wasted no time, appearing before the smoke cleared and throwing a powerful punch into the cloud.
A hand emerged from the haze, effortlessly catching Trunks’s fist. The smoke dissipated, revealing the masked man unharmed.
Trunks gritted his teeth and pushed forward with all his strength, but the masked man twisted his wrist, slamming Trunks into the ground.
“Ah!” Trunks cried out, quickly recovering as he kicked upward, forcing the masked man to retreat. Trunks used the moment to regain his footing and launched into a flurry of punches, his attacks relentless and precise.
The masked man countered with equal speed, his movements fluid and calculated. With a sudden burst of strength, he landed a solid punch to Trunks’s face, sending him stumbling backward.
“You’re skilled… but not enough,” Trunks muttered, his voice tinged with frustration.
The masked man paused, his body emanating a dark aura. Slowly, he removed his hood, revealing a familiar face.
“Gohan-kun?!” Trunks gasped, his eyes widening in shock.
The figure before him was Gohan, but not the Gohan he knew. This Gohan bore a deep scar across his face, and his left arm was missing. His eyes reflected a lifetime of pain and loss.
“In my timeline…” Future Gohan began, his voice trembling with suppressed emotion, “you and Aunt Bulma were killed by the androids. I lost everything. All because of my weakness… my incompetence.”
Future Gohan clenched his fist, his golden Ki flaring as his anger grew. “I swore I’d never let that happen again. Lord Aeos gave me the power of the Dark Dragon Ball, and with it, I’ll prove my worth!”
As his energy erupted, Future Gohan transformed into a Super Saiyan, his golden aura blazing.
Without warning, he surged forward, his right fist connecting with Trunks’s face. Trunks cried out as he was sent flying.
Future Gohan pursued him relentlessly, delivering a powerful kick to Trunks’s chin, sending him hurtling into the sky.
Chapter 210: Chronoa vs. Aeos
Time Patrol Trunks gritted his teeth, forcing himself to halt in mid-air. His breathing was heavy, his energy reserves dwindling after the relentless exchange.
From below, Future Gohan surged upward, his golden aura flaring as he aimed a devastating kick at Trunks. Seeing the incoming attack, Trunks reacted instinctively, meeting Future Gohan’s strike head-on with his own kick.
BANG!
The clash of their blows sent both warriors flying backward, the force of the impact creating shockwaves that rippled through the air.
"Ahhh!" Trunks roared, channeling every ounce of his remaining energy as he charged at Future Gohan, his fists a blur of motion.
Future Gohan dodged and countered, their fists and feet colliding with explosive force. Each strike shook the battlefield, sending debris flying as their fight intensified.
Future Gohan caught Trunks's left fist mid-punch and retaliated with a powerful kick to his stomach.
Bang! Boom!
The force of the attack sent Trunks crashing into a massive stone pillar, shattering it into a cloud of dust and rubble. When the dust settled, Trunks stood amidst the debris, his stance unwavering despite the impact.
"I understand your pain," Future Gohan said, his voice tinged with emotion. "But hesitant fists can never defeat me. I won’t lose to anyone again!"
Raising his right hand, he began gathering his energy. "Kame….hame…ha!"
A deep blue energy wave coalesced in his palm, its glow illuminating the battlefield.
Trunks clenched his fists, his own energy surging as he prepared to counter. "Final Flash!"
The golden energy around Trunks grew more intense, crackling with power as he raised his hands above his head. The sheer force of their auras sent sand and rocks flying into the air.
"Wave!"
Both warriors unleashed their attacks simultaneously, the Kamehameha and Final Flash colliding in a brilliant explosion of energy that lit up the sky. Future Gohan, fighting with only one hand, struggled to maintain his attack against Trunks’s relentless power.
Trunks’s mind raced with memories of his own Gohan, the mentor and friend who had sacrificed everything for their timeline.
"Ahhhh!" Trunks roared, pouring all his strength into the Final Flash.
Future Gohan gritted his teeth, his single arm trembling as he tried to hold his ground. But the force of Trunks’s attack was overwhelming.
With a final, deafening explosion, the Final Flash overpowered the Kamehameha, engulfing Future Gohan in a golden storm of energy.
When the smoke cleared, Future Gohan was revealed kneeling on the ground, his breathing labored. Trunks, now back in his base form, collapsed to one knee, his energy spent.
Elsewhere, Jiren and Time Patrol Trunks had separated from Goku. In their travels, they encountered a man in a black robe.
Trunks tensed, his instincts warning him of the imminent danger.
The figure removed his hood, revealing a face strikingly similar to Goku’s, though marked by a cross-shaped scar and a red cloth tied around his head.
"I’m not Kakarot," the man said, his voice calm but commanding. "My name is Bardock."
Trunks’s eyes widened in recognition. "Bardock? Are you Uncle Goku’s father?"
After Granola’s defeat, Vegeta had shared the story of Bardock’s sacrifice, painting a picture of the Saiyan warrior who had stood against Frieza.
Bardock’s expression hardened. "It doesn’t matter who I am. All you need to know is that I’m your enemy."
With a shout, Bardock’s Ki erupted around him, the ground beneath him cracking under the pressure. His hair turned golden, growing long as he ascended to Super Saiyan 3.
"Super Saiyan 3!" Trunks exclaimed, his own energy flaring in response.
Without hesitation, Trunks transformed into Super Saiyan 3, his golden hair flowing as he prepared to fight. The two warriors charged at each other, their clash sending shockwaves across the battlefield.
Meanwhile, Goten had defeated the Namekian resembling Piccolo and captured the Pokémon-like creature from him. In a flash of light, both Gohan and Goten were teleported back to the starting point.
"That’s weird," Goten said, looking around. "Where are Dad and the others? Are we the only ones teleported back?"
On another battlefield, Goku, Vegeta, and Hit faced two girls from the Glass Clan. Their blue hair and matching dresses gave them a serene appearance, but their power was anything but gentle.
The trio of warriors quickly engaged the Glass Clan girls, their attacks precise and relentless. Though the girls fought valiantly, they were eventually overwhelmed by Goku, Vegeta, and Hit’s combined strength.
In a secluded chamber, Aeos sat on a white stone chair, her posture relaxed as she observed the chaos unfolding across the timelines.
A black-robed figure approached, their small stature contrasting sharply with the imposing presence they exuded. As they drew closer, the figure removed their hood, revealing a pink-skinned face.
This was Chronoa, the current Supreme Kai of Time.
"Lord Aeos," Chronoa said, their voice firm yet respectful.
Aeos’s gaze shifted lazily to Chronoa, her expression unreadable. "It’s you," she said, her tone devoid of surprise.
"I’m here to retrieve the Scrolls of Time," Chronoa said, their seriousness unyielding.
Aeos smirked. "If you want them so badly, come and take them… if you can."
Chronoa’s expression tightened. she had anticipated this confrontation but knew the challenge ahead was immense. Aeos, as the former Supreme Kai of Time, was a force to be reckoned with.
Even so, the stakes were too high to falter now. With all the timelines hanging in the balance, Chronoa steeled her resolve and prepared to fight.
