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The clash between two spheres of power, one shining like crystalline frost and the other burning with pure erald energy, shook heaven and earth to their cores.
By all natural law, the Earth should have been obliterated on the spot in this collision so imnse. Yet, against all expectations, the world endured.
Instead of annihilation, sothing else was born.
Savage winds split the skies, roaring as clouds twisted into violent spirals. Even the distant glaciers cracked and crumbled, dragged into motion and avalanching toward the center of the battle, the point of impact where Gogeta's attack t Broly's.
The pull was undeniable. A strange gravity surged outward, drawing everything into its grasp.
But the combatants remained oblivious in the heart of that storm. Gogeta and Super Broly continued their struggle, unaware of the world unraveling around them.
On the ground, Piccolo stood with Super Cell Jr., shielding themselves from the violent pressure.
"So...they really did fuse," Piccolo muttered, his sharp eyes fixed on the warrior above.
Super Cell Jr. nodded solemnly, though an impressed grin tugged at his lips as he spoke. "Yeah. That fusion is on another level. He's way beyond what we could ever manage. I guess this is what happens when Vegeta Ojisan's pride and Goku Ojisan's spirit get thrown together."
For the first ti that day, sothing eased in Piccolo's chest. If those two had rged, then perhaps nothing was beyond their reach.
"What's his na?" Piccolo finally asked.
"Gogeta. Though..." Super Cell Jr. snickered. "I still think 'Goketta' sounds better."
Piccolo groaned low in his throat. "Gogeta is fine."
But whatever else he ant to say died instantly on his tongue. His expression hardened, and the sharp edges of his eyes widened in alarm.
"This isn't right. Sothing's happening..."
The scene in the sky warped before them. The battlefield itself was collapsing inward, with every loose fragnt and shred of stone and ice being swallowed by a single point.
Above the warriors, a black spiral ford. Yet, calling it a vortex didn't do it justice.
It was no storm.
It was a rift.
And it was spreading.
The sight sent an imdiate chill through Piccolo's blood. He had seen this before when Goku Black ripped through their dinsion, leaving a jagged wound in the world.
In an instant, Piccolo understood.
Goku Black had already torn into this reality twice within only one day. The tiline hadn't recovered, and the fabric of space itself was wounded. Now, Gogeta and Broly's raw power slamd directly into those scars.
The result was inevitable. The fracture ripped open wider, tearing space apart.
"Stop! You can't keep fighting!" Piccolo roared, his voice raw with urgency. But his words were lost in the chaos. Gogeta couldn't hear him.
Piccolo tried to force his way forward, but he was crushed by the suffocating pressure emanating from the rift. His boots carved trenches in the ground, but his body refused to move any farther.
Beside him, Super Cell Jr. had gone quiet. Then, his eyes lit up with sothing that looked uncomfortably like hope.
"Piccolo Ojisan, doesn't this look just like yesterday? When that pink guy broke through?"
Piccolo's stomach clenched. "It's a rift in space-ti. That's exactly what it is!"
Super Cell Jr. suddenly turned around, his face alive with dawning realization. "So, through that hole, we could find the tiline where the Boss and the others are?"
Cold sweat slid down Piccolo's brow.
"In theory, yes. That's true," Piccolo admitted gravely.
"But back then, Trunks and Gohan only crossed over because they were holding onto the Dark Ones." He clenched his fists. "That's what linked them to the sa destination. If we dive through this rift blindly, there's no guarantee we'll find them."
He looked up at the spiraling abyss with unease. "The Dark Ones said there are countless tilines. Entering here could send us anywhere. That ans our only option is to stop those two before the rift keeps widening!"
Piccolo's words struck Super Cell Jr. like lightning. His face hardened with determination. "Then I'll go tell Gogeta Ojisan!"
Despite the suffocating atmosphere bearing down on him, the young warrior charged toward the battlefield. His body trembled under the overwhelming force, but he kept forcing his way forward, gritting his teeth.
"Gogeta Ojisan! Stop!"
The cry never reached its target.
At that exact mont, Gogeta and Broly froze in place.
So did everything else.
The earth, the skies, and the air over West City were motionless, as if locked in suspended ti. Color bled away, leaving the land dull and lifeless.
Without realizng it, the two titans had crossed a threshold. Their clash had gone beyond the natural order.
They shattered dinsions.
The world itself fell silent. Only Gogeta and Super Broly understood the gravity of what had just happened.
Then,
CRACK!
The air split open with a jagged sound. Above them, the spinning rift widened, tearing itself open. In an instant, it expanded into a monstrous black hole more than ten ters wide and unleashed a terrifying pull.
For the first ti, Gogeta felt dread ignite in his chest. Sothing was terribly wrong. But by then, it was already too late.
The void yanked with rciless force. Both he and Broly were swallowed before they could resist.
Their battle ended not with victory, but with exile.
The two of them vanished into an endless abyss.
The black hole showed no rcy. Its hunger reached even further, dragging in debris, mountains of ice, and traces of battle.
Far away, a pair of cold, cruel eyes narrowed with satisfaction:
Frieza.
"My, my...what a delightful outco," He sneered. "Both of those nuisances erased in one fell swoop." With that, he hurried back to his ship, eager to leave Earth behind.
On the battlefield, Piccolo and Super Cell Jr. could only watch, powerless. The decision was already beyond their control.
Minutes later, the unnatural wound in the sky closed. The black hole shrank, blinked out, and vanished completely.
Silence fell.
Earth seed unchanged, eerily so. It was almost as though nothing had happened at all. The cities stood. The glaciers cooled. The stars moved as they always did.
And yet, Frieza, Broly, and Gogeta were gone. Like a dream half-rembered.
Piccolo tilted his head back and stared at the empty patch of sky. His jaw tightened, but there was nothing left to say. Worry pressed down on his chest, heavier than before.
Within the rift, there was only darkness. An endless void stretching without beginning or end.
Yet, amidst that oblivion, two lights burned, colliding again and again. Gogeta and Broly's struggle had not ended; it had rely shifted to another battleground.
Gogeta sighed and shook his head as Broly threw another devastating punch.
"I don't know what just happened, but if you're still this stubborn..." His ki surged, wrapping his body in a calm, green-blue fla. "Then I guess I'll keep you company!"
The void shook as their powers t once again.
But then, Gogeta stopped. His body froze, not from Broly's attack but from sothing far away.
In the endless sea of black, another glow appeared.
Different. Brighter. Familiar.
His heart lurched.
His curiosity turned to urgency as he drifted closer; every instinct pulled him toward it. Then, his chest swelled with pure joy.
It wasn't just light. It was life.
From beyond the rift, he saw familiar auras flaring.
"Trunks... Gohan... and Bulla!"
Gogeta's eyes widened, and a rare glimr of relief broke across his face.
His plan was simple when he agreed to this fusion: end the threat of Broly, then use the Dragon Balls on Nak to bring Trunks and the others back. That was supposed to be the plan.
Yet fate had other plans. Chance, or perhaps inevitability, had drawn him straight to them.
Without hesitation, Gogeta rocketed toward the light.
Behind him, Broly followed, roaring into the dark and unwilling to let him go.
(End of chapter.)
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