Doom Slayer and The Dark Lord Davoth encountered one another, causing the multiverse to tremble as the immense power of the Primevals was unleashed, sweeping across time and space with devastating force. The strength of their opposing wills propelled them through dimensions, spanning the past, present, and future. Blow after blow, exchanging blood for blood. Not too long ago, their battle gradually revealed the truth of the ultimate betrayal. It became evident that the Dark Lord was the True Creator, and the Father was nothing more than a usurper.
However, despite the circumstances, the Unchained Predator remained completely composed. The intense battle continued without any signs of abating, and the ultimate clash between two equally powerful forces unfolded. Nevertheless, the time for the decisive outcome of the entire existence drew near. One power triumphed over the other, and as the tremors of war subsided and the flames of disorder were extinguished, he stood at the pinnacle, possessing unrivaled might, unyielding, and invulnerable.
Upon the Ingmore Sanctum of the once revered Jekkad, the two adversaries stood facing each other, the atmosphere tranquil, the battle concluded. The life force, the very essence of Creation itself, flowed from the Dark Lord in an unprecedented manner as he wearily lowered himself to one knee, his body battered and exhausted, his armor in disarray. His ancient hand tightly grasped his sword of universal annihilation, yet there was an undeniable sense of acceptance in his demeanor.
Opposite the Dark Lord, the Destroyer stood, his fists clenched but his composure unbroken, a tempestuous storm of vengeance brewing in his eyes as he glared hatefully at the source of his suffering. The mightiest being, the one who had defied death and ascended from the dust to the cosmos, the Doom Slayer peered through the frigid visor of his impenetrable armor, known as the Praetor Suit, with a serene and righteous fury, the countless ages of torment he had endured flashing through his mind in an instant.
Everything he had lost, everything he had done to get to this point, every last demon he had torn to veritable shreds with his bare hands, every last god he had turned to pools of blood by his will, everything he had sacrificed...everything that he had loved. It all came down to this.
This is it, he thought, all or never.
Slowly, gradually, his gauntlet hands reached for his helmet, gripping the sides of his headgear, and giving it a twist. A slight hiss blew to the side as the pressure seal was broken, and extricated his helmet from his protective covering. For the first time in eons, he flashed his scarred visage to another physical being. One that he despised deeply. He dropped the accessory by the soles of his boots.
With his helmet falling to the side, the Doom Slayer withered away. Now stood the Saiyan warrior who hailed the legendary title behind the head gear:
Gakura.
Gakura glared at the fallen lord of hell and stalked forward.
The Dark Lord breathed heavily, his will to keep fighting siphoned away from the overwhelming strength of his opponent. He raised his weapon, but quickly realized it was deadweight, useless in his hand for what was slowly approaching; for what was inevitable.
"Tell me," he spoke, blood eyes glaring deep into his adversary's. He tossed his mighty sword to the side. "Have you nothing to say to your creator... before you strike him down?"
Gakura glared back, a scowl forming to his scarred face, lips warped by hatred. He bared his teeth one last time, the arm-blade extending with a harsh screech. Kolard shot his arm forward and plunged the blade deep into the Dark Lord's chest. Blood and energy spilling forth, and for the first time in countless eons, the armored warrior responded.
"No."
Pulling his arm back, he ripped the blade free. The Dark Lord grunted and his body shook violently; pain flooded his body. The limitless power within him swelled. He tilted his head back and the power of Creation and Destruction raged forth from his orifices, a pillar of infinite energy shooting far into the sky, billowing out as it reached the boundaries of Hell. The Dark Lord fell back, and from his chest rose the First Soul Sphere. Cracked and unstable, it shattered in an intense eruption that spread wide waves of power and influence flowing throughout the multiverse.
In an endless number of dimensions that had been infected by the treacherous demons, the denizens of Hell crumbled. Back in the Sentinel World, man and woman alike cheered the Slayer's banner as the demons that plagued their world turned to ash. On Earth, an imp was about to pounce on a woman and an UAC soldier, but the vile creature vanished in flames. Countless other worlds saw the end of their plight as the demons were erased from the universe.
Gakura gazed up at the infernal sky, the cold fury in his heart sated for the first time. For eons he had wasted away, slaughtering every last demon he swore to erase out of existence, living for the sole purpose of tearing Hell asunder. Today, he had taken rightful vengeance against the Dark Lord himself, the ultimate source of his pain. His conquest of Jekkad, his quest for revenge was over. The rage within him settled; he felt nothing but an empty void. What was there left for him now that the True Creator, the Father of All was dead?
It is done.
It is finally over.
"..."
Gakura slowly twitched from side to side as a wave of exhaustion suddenly washed over him, nausea and dizziness overwhelming his senses. His brows furrowed in bewilderment as he fell to his knees, and he gazed down at his gauntlet hands, perplexed. What was happening to him?
"By his hand, all things were made," the Maykr Father's omniscient voice reverberated throughout the Holy Ingmore Sanctum. "... Even you."
Ah, of course, Gakura thought.
For centuries, his rage was the only thing that had kept him going. Now, without said rage, his body stopped functioning. He was an empty shell that had lost what kept him alive for so long; a husk of a human being.
In his moment of weakness, he fell over, and his world engulfed in darkness. In his last fleeting moment of consciousness, Gakura eyed the Seraphs that stared emotionlessly down at him. One Seraph in the middle raised his hand and the long, stone lid slid over him. Darkness descended from all sides.
The blood demotic sigil above him was the one thing illuminating his sarcophagus.
His eyes became heavy and finally let sleep overtake him.
A/N: What if events in the Doom universe as we know it was altered? What if in another alternate universe, instead of Doom Slayer being born human but instead was born a Saiyan like Goku and Vegeta? How would this altered the events of Dragon Ball Z and Dragon Ball Super as we know it? Now some of you might be wondering: was he born in universe seven like Goku? No, he's still born in his own universe much like cannon. But with one major difference.
In his universe, Saiyans and Humans live together in harmony. Said Saiyans are much like the Saiyans in universe six; they're peacemakers but much like the ones in universe six and seven they also like a good fight. Like the cannon events of Doom one and two, the demons eventually arrived on earth and tragically killed his wife, son, Daisy and wiped out the Saiyan race. Making Garuka/Doom Slayer the last remaining Saiyan of his universe before departing down the path of perpetual torment in Hell.
Everything else after that pretty much plays out the same as cannon for Doom, Doom 2, Doom 64, Doom 2016, and finally Doom: Eternal. Except our demon killing boy is a Saiyan and is more brutal and stronger than his cannon self. He has his tail and already knows how to control the great ape form. The only red flag that Doom Slayer and his race had, except the Saiyans from universe seven and six didn't, was that neither he nor his people knew how to produce ki.
Unfortunately they weren't given time to learn more about their capabilities solely because of the demons sudden arrival. Next chapter will feature Bardock and his team meeting Doom Slayer by awakening him from his sarcophagus. I'll be going now, hope to see you all in the next chapter.
Cya later my little shimmerings!