The Silence, the One, He Who Devoured Death...many titles had been assigned to the being who struck the mirror universe of Mirai Trunks' timeline. He cared not for anyone or anything other than his own sick, twisted desires. And to be sure, he was indeed powerful, more so than any in the mirror universes he had destroyed wantonly. Yet none had given him much of a challenge, until that creature...that infuriatingly fascinating creature. It had interested him, but then escaped. Something had to be done about that, but unfortunately, as he had gone into not just another timeline, but that timeline's real universe, it would take time.

But he had that. He had the time. He had the patience. He had existed for time immemorial. He doubted even the High Priest was older than he.

What is a mirror universe? Simply put, imagine a funhouse mirror. It distorts and warps your image, and gives it grotesquely shaped curves. Were you to hit it, would what happen there matter? Would it affect you, the progenitor of the reflection? No. If someone were to somehow enter the mirror and break it from the inside, would you be affected? No. This is the way of a mirror universe.

However...there is a superstition on Earth that breaking a mirror (some say it has to be accidental, others on purpose) gives 7 years of bad luck to the offender. Breaking a mirror universe, though, brings bad luck upon the original. The One fed on this anguish.

He was bored, though, after eons of existence. His many projects had all fizzled out, come to fruition, or been meddled with by dwellers of the original universes. Majin Buu was a prime example of meddling. Oh, if only he could get his hands upon that disgusting Bibidi. The revenge he would wreak upon that tiny wizard would be worthy of tales. But no, he had to bide his time.

Time was something he had all too much of, though, and he was used to the waiting.


He awoke, unfolding from the cramped position he had been in. The forced regression to his larval state had been a gamble, as had meddling with the time machine to escape the universe's confines. However, the gamble seemed to have paid off. He cast his senses out, searching for the insidiously evil being that had hunted him, but found nothing. He sighed with relief. He flexed his fingers. It would take some time for his full power to return, but once it did, he had to get to Earth in this universe and warn them of the threat.

So he assumed a meditative position, crossing his legs and seating himself upon the barren soil, centering himself and entering a state of calm to contemplate his course of action.

After a few hours of silent thought, he uncrossed his legs and stood, stretching as he did so. His course of action had been decided. Using his training, he focused his telepathy and cast his senses towards Otherworld...


King Yemma's day was not going well. At all. 37 million people had been added to the line out of nowhere, but he could not account for their planet of origin, mainly because they were a spacefaring race, and had left their home behind many generations ago, shortly before a rogue asteroid struck it and turned it into a cloud of dust. This was but one of their colonies, though. Yemma sighed and continued stamping the forms, sending the souls off to their proper domains, though much more slowly than before.

His temper was not improved when out of nowhere, the red Telepatha-phone on his desk began ringing violently, as though possessed. He groaned, resisting the urge to throw the damned thing at the wall, and picked it up.

"Check-in Station, King Yemma. Who's this?"

"Ah, sorry. I am trying to get in contact with King Kai. Can I ask that you put me through to him?" a polite, pleasantly warm voice asked.

Yemma harrumphed. "Who's asking? The Kai is a busy man. I can't put every damned fool through who wants to talk to him."

The voice sighed. "It is a matter of great importance, King Yemma, concerning the safety of this universe. I would not be contacting you otherwise."

Yemma growled. "Fine. I'll be finding your file, though, if you waste the Kai's time." He slapped a few buttons on the phone, forwarding the call, then slammed down the receiver. The deity let out a mighty oath as the line increased by tenfold again for reasons unknown.

The next set of people, though, were marked as "murdered," and unsettlingly, by the same person. He peered at the name in the slot for the person responsible...


No sooner had King Kai answered the phone and confirmed his identity than a light *shfft* was heard outside his house. The call abruptly cut out, and Bubbles began hooting frantically.

King Kai frowned and rushed out of his house, shouting in annoyance at this interruption when he caught sight of the intruder.

"Who the Hell are you?!" he barked, gawking at a tall, green-patterned humanoid entity.

The creature bowed respectfully. "Apologies, King Kai. I am known as Cell. I regret to inform you that I am here as a bearer of bad news," he said smoothly, rising from the bow.

"Ugh, isn't that wonderful...Well? Get on with it. I have a Hakaishin to monitor," the dumpy god grumbled.

"This is something that will take some time, sir, so if I may -" here, Cell waved a hand and some furniture materialized, a result of refining of the Clothes Beam. He carefully took a seat, motioning for the Kai to take the other.

"As I said, I am Cell. I am the creation of a man known as Dr. Gero, and his ultimate design. My power is quite considerable, if I do say so myself. That being said, I have been defeated."

The Kai waved a hand disinterestedly. "Yeah, yeah. Get on with it."

Unruffled, Cell continued. "If I may ask, are you aware of the mirror universe theorem?"

This caught the Kai's attention. Where before he had been dismissive, now he was sharply on alert. "What do you know about that?" asked the god.

Cell's mouth twitched. "I am from one of those universes. This universe's mirror, in fact. The bad news I have to share is that the mirror has been shattered."

King Kai went white, his usually narcissistic demeanor vanishing in the face of fear.


Babidi's temper daily grew worse and worse. He found his task an increasingly frustrating prospect. To locate such a relatively small object in such an unimaginably vast expanse was incredibly difficult, and his spells were continuing to fail him. His newest subordinates fell victim to the wizard's wrath more than once.

Zangya, having recovered from her fight with Champa (more like "lightspeed punch"), thankfully found herself spared much of this, as Bido shouldered that burden. Interestingly enough, though, Bojack seemed to delight in inconveniencing his new master in slight ways. It was hilarious, if Zangya was being honest, and the small rebellious acts were of such minor scale that Babidi never suspected a thing.

Babidi paced the worn carpet in his quarters, muttering angrily under his breath. "Damn those wretched Kais and their meddling! Buu was MINE to use! His power should be under my control even now, and yet I'm reduced to taking control of these - these - these hooligans and entrusting them to do my bidding! It's unfathomable! Unthinkable! Me, the great wizard Babidi, relying on some ancient ruffians to find the key to ultimate power!" His mutterings increased in vehemence and bile until the words dropping from his lips would have melted lead.

A knock at his door made the tiny magician shriek in rage. "WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU WANT, YOU INCOMPETENT FOOL?!"

A somewhat injured voice said, "Master Babidi, we've arrived at the next planet. Do you wish to disembark?"

The magician screamed. "NO! NO, you IMBECILE! Do I need to do EVERYTHING for you?! Go! Do your duty! Gods above and below, you MORON!" He descended into an incomprehensible rant, switching through languages as he ran out of invectives in each.

Dabura, the King of Demons, stood at the door, silent, contemplative. Then, without a further word, he turned, swirling his cape behind him.

"Zangya, Bojack. With me. Bido, Kogu. Check the moons. Leave no stone unturned. Any in your way, deal with them. Do not fail in your task."


Mmm...quite delectable. These pies are rather delicious! thought

Champa to himself. The planet the small, rotund idiot had directed him to had indeed been capable of some incredible feats of culinary genius. Foremost in Champa's eyes were their seafood-like platters, which the god had polished off earlier in the flight, having gotten them as a snack. The pies for Beerus were safely clutched in Vados's hands, the angel smiling vaguely as always, her beautiful face inscrutable.

Soon, the planet of the Hakaishin came into view. Within seconds of seeing it, Champa was alighting. Luckily for them, this was the exact time that Whis saw fit to wake his pupil for some training. A series of explosions rocked the planet, followed by incomprehensible mumbling echoing. This was immediately followed up by demonic screeching that seemed to be an attempt at singing. A yowl pierced the air and the singing stopped.

Champa laughed hysterically at the events he could only assume were the result of his brother's usual antics. He made his way over to the Hakaishin's dwelling, knocking politely before entering.

Beerus was rubbing reddened eyes, and several destroyed pieces of glass artwork, along with the remains of some glasses and mugs, littered the ground. Champa gingerly swept these bits aside with a light kiai, shuffling the glass to the walls. "Brother!" he called. "How goes it today? I come bearing news and gifts!"

Beerus looked up, suitably annoyed at the intrusion, but at the mention of gifts, his ears perked up. "I'm fine, brother. What are these...gifts you speak of? And the news, of course."

Champa waved a hand over his shoulder, and Vados immediately responded to her pupil's unspoken request, using her powers to clear the nearby table of the victims of Whis's singing and setting it for a luncheon, placing the spoils from the culinary planet upon it.

"Come, sit with me," he said, waving a hand at the table. "Vados, I assume you wish to talk with your sibling as well? Please, do so."

The slender god took his seat across from his considerably fatter brother while the two angels took their leave, excitedly chattering about angelic matters.

"So, Champa," mumbled Beerus around a particularly delicious piece of fish, " What is this news you wish to tell me?"

Champa's face took on a grave cast, the look somewhat undermined by the bit of fish sticking out of his lips. "I am sorry to tell you that it is not good, my brother. Thus why I brought this food. I hope that it can make up for the unfortunate information I bring."

Beerus's face became serious as well. "Hmm... Quite unlike you, Champa, to worry about anything other than food," he said, jabbing his fork in the direction of Champa's decidedly rotund belly. "This must indeed be serious for it to merit such a visit."

Champa nodded. "Indeed, Beerus. Something of the highest importance..." He sighed and reclined in his chair, trying to shake the sense of dread that had overtaken his heart. "I wondered if it was a good idea to come tell you in person, to be blunt. I know your temper all too well. But...you would have come to tell me any such news yourself, so I thought it best to do so as well."

Beerus gave a half-smile. "You honor me, brother. In truth, I am hardly awake enough to be the recipient of any such bad news, and what news I do get usually pertains to my domain. So, tell me, what is this matter that is so important that it requires such a visit, and bearing such delicious gifts?" Here, the Hakaishin pointedly looked at the food before him, licking his lips appreciatively as he pondered which to try next.

Champa sighed again. "Oh, were that it were simple to explain...I shall start at the beginning, I suppose, with the simplest explanation. Mother found father in her bra again."

Beerus hacked and coughed and spat up a hairball the size of a small cantaloupe. "Are you kidding me?!"


Cell meditated on the grasses of King Kai's planet, clearing his mind and calming his soul as he waited for the dumpy god to finish his conversation with the gods above him in rank. Bubbles hooted softly as he explored the new arrival with his fingers, as monkeys do. Cell smiled softly and ruffled the monkey's fur gently. "You're a curious one, aren't you?" he asked. Bubbles hooted in response.

Gregory also investigated the oddly shaped being. "Y'know, you look like a bug, just like me," the cricket said bluntly. Cell laughed.

"And you're the kind who speaks his mind, hmm?"

Gregory crossed his arms. "Callin' it how I see it, that's all."

Cell smiled. "Considering the fact that I'm a genetic amalgamation, it's interesting that I turned out as I did."

Their conversation was interrupted by the Kai coming back out of his house. He coughed and stood stiffly. "I've spoken with the Grand Kai, who put me through to the Supreme Kai. We've discussed this matter at length and decided on a course of action."

Cell nodded, already fairly certain of what he was going to hear.

"You are to go to Earth and explain the situation to them, as they have the best chance of defeating the calamitous creatures that are sure to come to attack as a result of the Shattering. This is a direct order from the Supreme Kai himself," the dumpy god proclaimed.

"Understood, King Kai. Thank you for your hospitality." The genetic mutant bowed respectfully and concentrated his ki, searching out a familiar power signature. Finally, he located it. With a telltale SHFFFT, the green warrior was gone.

King Kai sighed and fell into a chair. The Shattering...this is what happened to a universe when its mirror was destroyed. The existence and well-being of the mirror protected the original from the monsters of the void. Evil beings like Frieza and his father were the result of there being very little void energy in a universe, not enough for a creature to form. This evil miasma attached itself to other beings, warping them. Those that did form, though...they were beings of single-minded determination to destroy and despoil. The Supreme Kai spoke with many shudders of a terrible being called Majin Buu who had at one point brought the universe to its knees. This was a creature of the void, one of pure chaos.

The Kai shuddered. A god rarely felt fear, but in this case, the primal dread that most every creature felt was creeping down his back.


I'm not happy with this chapter. I feel like I'm messing up, but even after several reworkings, this was the best I could seem to come up with...

Shout-out to dropout ninja. I look forward to your reviews and it's a huge ego boost. Reviews are a writer's bread and butter and it's food to my soul.


A note: Hakaishins are, in my opinion, not replicable. So in a mirror universe, the Hakaishin there, along with the angels, are mere shades of the originals. They have the power to do their appointed tasks and are independent, have free will, etc, and indeed powerful, but not above mortal levels. At most, I would say high SSJ2 levels for the shade Hakaishin and mid SSJ3 for the angel. Nothing divine is able to be mirrored in a mirror universe. Mirrors are simply a side effect of universe creation.

On another note, the reason this happened here and not in canon can be explained by what happened in chapter one. This timeline diverged so drastically and so early on that it ripped from the original, leaving it unable to defend itself from the depredations of It. Imagine a gazelle separating from the herd and being targeted by a lion. Even Vegeta felt it. Something happened that should not have happened. The fact that Goku's transformation occured in Otherworld further destabilized the timeline. Timelines are usually bunched so close together that they're like dragon's scales, unable to be picked at. Their mirror universes thus enjoy group protection from the void.