The entire stadium had gone quiet. Wind brushed across the debris-covered arena, carrying tension so thick it felt like the entire sky above was pressing down. Mori and Goku stood several feet apart, bodies bruised, uniforms tattered, lungs pulling in air with short gasps. They hadn't said a single word to each other since the match began—only fists and movement spoke for them.
And now, they stood still once again.
Their eyes met, locking like ancient forces reawakened. Goku's once onyx-black eyes now shimmered with a yellow glow, like fire trapped behind glass, flickering with wild power. But beneath that glow, a spark of deep primal force pulsed, clawing for freedom.
Mori's glowing blue-white eyes were different. They didn't flicker—they pulsed, rhythmic like a second heartbeat. But now, that pulsing intensified, as if his very spirit was answering Goku's challenge. The glow amplified, filling with swirling intensity until the blue-white brilliance illuminated the broken tiles beneath him.
From the stands, Jackie Chun's face tensed. "Their ki… it's unstable… and yet, they're still fighting?"
Bulma gripped the edge of the railing. "Mori… Goku…" Her voice trembled with excitement, but also with growing concern.
Down in the ring, dust lifted off the cracked tiles from the sheer energy now radiating between the boys.
Then—like thunder—both charged.
No signals. No warning. Just a collision that cracked the sound barrier.
Goku came with a spinning backhand. Mori ducked beneath it, sweeping Goku's legs, but Goku flipped in the air, twisting to land behind Mori and launch a kick aimed for the small of his back. Mori caught it with both arms crossed and retaliated with an uppercut that lifted Goku from the ground. Before Goku landed, Mori was already mid-air, knee flying forward—
—only for Goku to twist mid-air and catch Mori's leg.
The two spun out, crashing into the ring and tumbling across the cratered arena.
"Unbelievable!!" the announcer shouted, almost dropping his mic. "These kids are moving faster than our cameras can track!!"
The audience couldn't look away. Not a whisper stirred among the thousands—every soul locked in awe.
As Mori skidded to a stop, his body glowed—his aura now no longer blue-white. No, it had shifted—bright, vivid, and unmistakably pink.
Jackie Chun stood up, eyes wide. "That aura…"
On the Sacred World of the Kais, Shin and Whis watched silently. Then, the ground beneath them shook.
Whis stirred, his staff humming. "His ki has shifted."
Shin blinked. "That color—Majin?"
Whis nodded slowly, watching the image unfold in his staff's orb. "Indeed. Dormant until now. His body is awakening… perhaps instinctively. And Goku…"
They both turned their eyes to the boy in orange.
Goku's body, once lean, now pulsed with surging muscle. His yellow glow had consumed the black of his eyes, like the moon blotting out the sun. His breathing was now a growl. Something ancient rumbled beneath the surface.
"He's using it," Whis said with a faint smile. "The Oozaru's power. Without the transformation."
Shin's gaze hardened. "But… that's not possible. He's just a boy…"
"They both are," Whis replied. "And they're both tapping into wells their bodies shouldn't yet have access to."
The orb flickered.
Down below, back on Earth—
"AAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Mori's scream was unrecognizable—demonic, chaotic, raw.
Goku roared in response—a sound like a beast in the jungle, a memory of Oozaru rage manifesting through his throat.
Their auras exploded, the stadium shaking. Debris lifted off the ground. Tiles cracked. Spectators gripped their seats as energy whipped around like a storm.
Then came the crash.
The boys charged again, both faster than before.
Mori's fist collided with Goku's cheek just as Goku's knee smashed into Mori's side. They recoiled from the double hit, spun, and clashed again—punch for punch, kick for kick, creating shockwaves with every blow.
They darted across the ring in erratic patterns—Mori appearing above, Goku below, then Mori behind, Goku in front. The battlefield lit up with bursts of energy and sudden strikes, their silhouettes becoming nothing but streaks.
Bulma leaned over the edge. "MORI!! DON'T LOSE!!"
Her voice didn't reach him—not anymore. His eyes were locked. His instincts had taken over.
Goku jumped into the air, powering a charged strike aimed straight at Mori's chest. Mori raised both hands and caught it—his feet dragging across the stone from the force.
The two glared.
And then—they screamed again. Energy erupted between them in a blinding pink and gold clash that cracked the earth beneath them.
Both leapt back.
Mori threw a burst of ki—pink and unstable. It ripped through the air like a spear, aimed straight at Goku.
But Goku's body tilted, hands cupped.
"KAAAA… MEEEEE…"
The world seemed to pause.
"HHAAAA…"
The pink spear reached him—but he moved, just barely, flipping above it.
"MEEEEEEE—!!!"
The moment Goku touched down, Mori was already there, throwing a wild punch. Goku ducked beneath it and countered with a beam of golden ki from his hands.
Mori vanished—appearing behind Goku and landing a fierce spinning kick across his shoulder. Goku skidded.
Their bodies couldn't keep up anymore. Limbs twitched. Breathing labored. But neither stopped.
They met in the center again.
One final rush.
A flurry of punches.
Knees.
Backhands.
Ki bursts.
Screams.
Then—one final punch from each.
Two fists.
Two hearts.
Two destinies.
Collided.
A white explosion rippled out in a dome of energy.
The stage cracked wide.
A crater formed beneath them.
Dust and debris launched skyward.
Silence.
When the dust cleared… both boys lay on the ground, unconscious, motionless.
The announcer stood in place, mouth open. "Uhhh…"
No sound from the crowd. No cheers. Just stunned silence.
Jackie Chun was already moving, leaping from his seat and landing in the ring between the two.
"They're alive," he said. "But they won't be waking for a while."
Bulma sprinted down the stairs. "MORI!!!"
She jumped the railing and rushed toward the ring. Jackie Chun gently motioned for her to stop. "They'll be okay."
Whis and Shin watched from above, floating silently.
Shin turned slowly. "Their power… it's dangerous."
"The universe doesn't think so," Whis said, smiling faintly. "In fact…"
Above them—in space—
The stars flickered.
Galaxies trembled.
Solar winds danced unnaturally.
And something deeper.
Something vast.
Something unknowable.
The universe itself screamed—not in fear. But in excitement.
Like something ancient had awoken.
Like destiny itself had turned a page.
And grinned.