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A blinding lotus of Ki erupted in the center of the void, a solitary star blooming against the suffocating ink of the cosmos.
The pressure was instantaneous. It wasn't just a physical force; it was a tidal wave of pure existence that hammered against every celestial body in range. From the bustling cities of Earth to the grassy knolls of King Kai's distant world, even reaching the sacred, silent plains of the Kaiōshin Realm, the universe felt the shudder. It was a baptism of raw power, a tsunami of golden light radiating from Gogeta like a new sun.
Gogeta didn't care about the shockwaves. He was focused inward, tearing through the final seals of his own potential. He knew his clock was ticking; the fusion was a fleeting miracle, and he didn't have a second to waste on banter.
His earlier boast, that claim of a seventyfold increase, had been pure bravado. In truth, he couldn't even quantify the surge himself. The numbers had stopped making sense the moment his spirit began to crack the ceiling of mortal limits.
But the math didn't matter. Only one thing did: finding the floor of Beerus's power.
Minutes ago, the Destroyer had been full of praise, his eyes gleaming with genuine respect. Then, with a casual shrug, he'd claimed he was only using seventy percent of his strength.
Gogeta didn't buy it for a second. In this realm of power, truth was a luxury belonging to the winner. When you stand at the top of the food chain, reality is whatever you say it is. If Beerus wanted to call his current level seventy percent, who could argue?
Gogeta's eyes cut toward the Destroyer.
The slight tension that had lined Beerus's face moments ago had vanished. He stood perfectly still, his expression shifted from cautious interest to a terrifying, wide-eyed hunger for battle. He looked like a predator that had finally found a meal worth catching.
'Seventy percent? Don't make me laugh', Gogeta thought.
The universe was screaming under the weight of this transformation, yet Beerus hadn't moved an inch. There was only one explanation: the cat was cheating. He was raising his ceiling as fast as Gogeta was climbing toward it.
"Fine," Gogeta hissed, his teeth bared in a grin that mirrored the God's. "Let's see how high this goes."
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, !!!"
The roar didn't just fill the air; it tore at the fabric of space itself.
….
The Far Reaches of Universe 7
A purple, bloated figure drifted through the stars, his head lolling back as he snored. Champa, the Destroyer of Universe 6, was mid-dream when a sudden ripple in the space-time fabric popped his snot bubble like a gunshot.
"VADOS!" Champa shrieked, his ears snapping upright as he scrambled to grab his attendant's staff. "What was that?! Who's attacking?!"
He clung to Vados's leg, eyes darting frantically across the dark expanse. After a few silent heartbeats, he wiped his face and exhaled. "I... I thought it was Beerus. But that lazy bum should be hibernating for another few decades. Good. Let's get back to the Super Dragon Balls, Vados. Chop chop!"
Vados adjusted her staff, a playful, knowing smile tugging at her lips. "Lord Champa, are you perhaps worried that Lord Beerus might catch us poaching in his territory?"
Champa stiffened. He puffed out his chest, his round belly leading the way as he struck a pose of unearned confidence. "Afraid? Me? Don't be ridiculous! I'm just... respecting his privacy!"
Before he could finish his lie, another ripple, stronger than the last, tore through the sector, nearly knocking the God of Destruction off his feet.
Champa's playful demeanor vanished. His eyes narrowed, reflecting the flickering light on Vados's staff as he felt the distant tremors.
"Vados... this pressure," he muttered, his voice dropping an octave. "This is divine energy. Only a God should be capable of putting out a scent this thick. Since when did Beerus's universe have a spare God running around?"
Vados tapped her staff against the void, the crystal orb atop it shimmering until Gogeta's radiant form came into focus.
"Actually, Lord Champa, he is a mortal," She clarified, her tone airy yet precise. "And there is more. Lord Beerus is very much awake. In fact, he is currently locked in combat with this individual."
Champa straightened his posture, his gaze fixed on the fused warrior. "A mortal taking on Beerus? Well, that's a rare brand of idiocy. I have to see this for myself."
Vados's eyes crinkled into a smile. "Then we are abandoning the search for the Super Dragon Balls for now?"
"The balls aren't going anywhere," Champa snapped, though his curiosity was clearly piqued. "Let's go. I want a front-row seat to Beerus getting humbled."
…
Planet M2
Frieza, mid-flight, nearly tumbled through the atmosphere as the shockwave hit him. He didn't need to see the source to know who it was; that suffocating, arrogant pressure was burned into his memory. The humiliation he'd endured on Earth flashed before his eyes, turning his vision red.
"Tch. Enjoy your spotlight while it lasts, monkeys," Frieza spat, his tail twitching in agitation. "One day, this King will be the one looking down on you."
…
Elsewhere on the planet, Trunks stood frozen. His senses were screaming.
'That's Dad... and Goku! They fused?!' The realization hit him like a physical blow. What could possibly be happening on Earth to force their hand? Why couldn't I feel any of them until just now?
…
Earth
On the lookout, Piccolo's brow was furrowed so deeply it looked carved from stone. He watched the sky, unable to shake a growing sense of dread.
"He's still pushing," Piccolo muttered. "It doesn't make sense. The more power a Fusion burns, the faster the clock runs out. He's throwing away his remaining time."
He looked at the void where the battle was unfolding, unable to even track the movements anymore. Is he really planning to stake the entire universe on a single, desperate gamble?
"Relax, Piccolo Ojisan."
Gohan stepped up beside him, a calm, steady smile on his face. He didn't look worried; he looked inspired.
"I think they know exactly what they're doing. They aren't just fighting, they're trying to end this before the universe gives out under them."
Gohan's aura flared, his hair turning that jagged, primal white as he entered his Beast state. His heightened senses pierced through the veil of the upper atmosphere. "I can see it now. They aren't just hitting a peak. They're tearing the ceiling down."
Gohan was right.
Gogeta had reached the precipice. Every cell in his body was screaming, vibrating at a frequency that shouldn't exist in the mortal realm. He had gathered every scrap of Goku and Vegeta's combined divinity into a single, pressurized point.
Then, the shift happened.
The golden radiance deepened, bleeding into a violent, concentrated crimson. The air, if there had been any, would have turned to glass.
Boundary Breakthrough Gogeta.
There was no boast this time. No grand speech. Gogeta simply vanished and reappeared in the microscopic space between himself and the Destroyer.
BOOM!
The punch buried itself into Beerus's chest before the God could even blink. It was a strike intended to end worlds, delivered with such blinding speed that Beerus's body folded around the fist.
For a heartbeat, the God of Destruction looked stunned. Then, the shock faded, replaced by a terrifying, primal roar. Beerus grabbed Gogeta's wrist, forcibly wrenching the fist from his own ribs, his face contorting into a jagged, ecstatic grin.
"It has been an eternity since I felt pain like that, Saiyan!" Beerus barked, the thrill of the hunt finally consuming his reason.
Beerus swung. Gogeta countered.
As their knuckles collided, reality finally gave up. The space surrounding them didn't just ripple, it splintered. Jagged, black fissures spiderwebbed through the vacuum, the fabric of the dimension shattering like a dropped mirror.
A single punch had broken the universe.
And as the void began to bleed through the cracks, Gogeta's lips curled into a satisfied smile.
This was exactly what he had been waiting for.
(End Of This Chapter)