Author's Note:
This is purely for the Author's Note. Please do not skip.
So It's been a long time. Honestly the long absence was a combination of me losing interest to work on other things and well, me waiting to see if anyone asked for it to continue. No one did for years and then one person on the review section of another fanfiction asked me to keep going when I had no desire to. I was planning on doing a full blown reboot of this story, setting it in a Universe where it would crossover with multiple other Franchises and continuing this project just seemed pointless now. I thought I would give you a conclusion but I ended up feeling no desire to continue it even to that end. Safe assumption that the heroes win, the villains are killed and Goku leaves as in the end of GT. Vegeta follows him and they have a Dragonball Online style ending.
With all that said...Here's what I wrote sparingly over the course of a few years. I think the fact that it's not much shows the problem here. I had no interest in continuing it. I'm all for fan continuations, heck even share them with me, I'll even take rewrites. Thing Is I can't finish a story I have no interest in. I've tried and didn't get very far.
LET'S BEGIN
One Day.
One Day before the Tournament of Power.
How did the Universes prepare to fight for their own survival?
Universes 1,5,8 and 12 were already dead. Destroyed in such a way that there was no afterlife and no chance of returning. They were now empty and devoid of life. Ironically had they participated, they would most likely would have dominated, at least as far as their high mortal levels were concerned, but now there seemed to be no chance of coming possibly through the Super Dragonballs. Which would be the reward for winning the tournament, speaking of which...
"No"
said both Omnikings flatly at the same time.
"What!?" said multiple voices.
The Gods of Destruction, their assigned angels and the Kais of the remaining eight universes had hoped coming together to plead would be enough. Evidently they were wrong.
The assembled Gods were Heles of Universe 2, who was trying to keep her composure of pure beauty. The seemingly robotic being Mosco of Universe 3, who's image betrayed no emotion. The other gods responded in shock except for Rumsshi. The Elephant closed his eyes and sighed. Things had not been looking good for him and he was afraid he'd have to resort to drastic measures.
"There is no point. They are not competing in the tournament."
Many of the Gods were shocked, and somewhat disgusted, though they would not say so. Instead the Gods bowed and answered with "As you wish". Still this made it clear the Xenos had planned this for sometime. Their opinion would not be changed.
To the warriors of Universe 7, that time had been burned up somewhat by the incident with Zamasu, which still wasn't over as far as they knew.
Usually the Son Family would be training. Not this time. This time Son Goku spent the day with his family. It was not time wasted. He was stronger now than he'd ever been. It felt strange at first. Like he hadn't earned it.
Goku looked at his hand and clenched his fingers.
Goku: Weird huh? I'm stronger now than I've ever been.
Vegeta: So am I.
Goku:It doesn't feel earned though.
Like he'd been handed power rather than earned it but then it was pointed out to him
Gohan brought Videl and Pan over. They ate together. Talked and laughed.
Piccolo sat with his legs crossed nearby, alone as he wanted. Gohan approached him. Soon after, he entered and was greeted warmly.
At Capsule Corps, The gravity chamber was off and buried in darkness. Vegeta, Trunks and Bulma sat at the table.
Krillin and Lapis were training with their daughter. They would be seeing each other at the tournament so there would not be a goodbye just in case. However The couple, including their daughter, all went out to dinner at an expensive restaurant.
The only one who trained was Uub. He insisted. His early elimination had motivated him. He felt humiliated. It was something he wanted to fix. Pan looked over while laughing with her family and saw him training there. With a sigh she headed over with a plate of food.
But what of other Universes? What were their hopes and dreams?. What did they do with when faced with Annihilation. Universe 2's combatants were all gathered in what amounted to a gym, holding onto a ramp and practicing their poses. Universe 3's fighters were in a large warehouse which sparked to life as parts were removed and replaced. To the robotic beings there was no problem that could not be solved with upgrades. In Universe 4, the mouse god of Destruction consulted his spies. He always smiled and nothing seemed to have changed. Universe 6 and Universe 9 trained.
In Universe 10, Gowasu sat in sadness, sipping his tea, as if waiting for his life to be extinguished like so long ago. His god of Destruction, Rumush walked into the courtyard with his teacher.
Rumush: While you've been here moping I've gathered the necessary fighters.
Gowasu: I've suffered a great loss.
Rumush: You are not the first, and you will not be the last, but it is selfish to dwindle on the loss of one life so evil when so many others are relying on you.
Gowasu: My judgment has proven to be faulty. I couldn't see evil until it was too late.
Rumush: Then why don't you instead try to redeem yourself. If you make a bad choice I will be here.
"And so will I"
Kusu had spoken as she appeared.
Gowasu breathed in with his eyes closed, taking a long sigh.
Gowasu: Well if you already have a team ready.
Universe 11
Toppo sat in a bar, dressed in a brown suit. His large fingers held a glass of Scotch that was lifted up by two fingers. He was approached by another Pride trooper.
Casserale: Toppo.
He saluted.
Toppo:What is it?
Casserale: Jiren wants to know who is staying to protect Universe 11 while we are gone.
Jiren: Some of the new recruits why?
Casserale: He believes Goku Black still lives
Toppo's eyes widened and he stopped mid sip.
Toppo: Is he certain?
Casserale: How can he tell?
Casserale: He deliberately held back the last time they fought. He sensed that their opponent's Ki was hidden elsewhere. He wished to snuff it out permanently. He believes he has tracked the villain to his hideout. He is only waiting for your permission to attack.
Toppo: But we need him for the Tournament?
Casserale: You will have to tell him.
Toppo sighed and stood up. not looking forward to this. He put the drink and the tab down.
Toppo: Where is he?
Jiren stood facing outward at the sunset. Toppo approached him, still in his suit.
Toppo: Jiren.
Jiren:...
Toppo: We will go after him after the tournament.
Jiren: He may attack while we are away. He want to see all mortal life come to an end. It will suit his purpose to wait for the tournament to end. We must find a way to bring him into it. Make him a participant.
Toppo: And how do you propose we do that?
Jiren: He is required by Zeno to compete. If he refuses then Zeno will be able to hunt him down no matter where he is. For now I can sense him.
Toppo: Do you propose we hunt him down?
Jiren: No time. We must rely on Zeno.
Toppo: Manipulating Zeno? Impossible!
Jiren:There is one who can.
Son Family Household
The family came to the door. They had a guest. Jiren stood in front of Goku. He was massive, his shadow eclipsing the Saiyan.
Toppo: We require your assistance.
Son Goku: On what?
Toppo: Jiren senses This Goku Black is still alive?
Goku:You wanna find him?
Toppo: Bring him out to the open where we can face him. Jiren can kill him.
Goku: Count me in.
Goku raised his fists ready for combat.
Toppo: We will not.
Goku frowned and whined like a child.
Goku:Whhhatttt?Why not?
Toppo: Because you look just like our enemy. I don't want any confusion. I wish you well but your role in this conflict ends here. Goodbye.
And like that he and the other Pride Troopers vanished.
