DISCLAMER!
This work is a fan-made crossover fiction that combines elements from Dragon Ball Z and Naruto, two beloved anime series created by Akira Toriyama and Masashi Kishimoto. This is an unofficial work of fan fiction intended solely for entertainment purposes. All rights to the characters, settings, and storylines from Dragon Ball and Naruto belong to their respective creators and rights holders.
This story is my tribute to the late Akira Toriyama, whose works influenced countless people worldwide, including myself. Growing up with Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z and Dragon Ball GT I was deeply inspired by the worlds and characters he crafted. Through this crossover, I aim to honor Toriyama's legacy and the joy his stories brought to so many.
This fan fiction combines two of my favorite anime universes, bringing together both established and original characters. It includes mature themes intended for a mature audience. I hope readers find as much enjoyment in reading this story as I did in creating it. Thank you for joining me on this journey.
In a far away realm, where nebulae drifted like plumes of smoke and stars whispered secrets as old as time, two gods sat across from each other. Between them lay a Shogi board, polished to a mirror-like finish, reflecting not only their faces but the endless tapestry of galaxies swirling around them. Planets danced in silent arcs, and clusters of light pulsed, giving rhythm to an otherwise still cosmos.
One God, known as Tori-Kami, had an enigmatic calm. His dark eyes held the mischief of untold ages, a spark of curiosity that had burned ceaselessly through countless eons. Across from him sat Masa-Kami, whose gaze was sharp and steady, his expression revealing layers of contemplation. There was a certain comfort between them, a mutual understanding built upon an eternity spent in this game. Each round of Shogi mirrored the stars' timeless cycle, repeating patterns that spoke of destiny and design.
Yet today, something felt different.
Masa-Kami studied the board, his fingers hovering thoughtfully over his lance. He felt the weight of familiarity pressing down on him, a sensation both soothing and stifling.
"We've played this game for ages," he remarked, almost to himself, though Tori-Kami's attention never wavered. "Each piece moves with the same rhythm, the same end in sight. Familiar. Predictable."
Tori-Kami nodded, his gaze drifting to a nearby galaxy that spun lazily like a spiral shell. "Predictability has its comfort," he replied. "There's beauty in repetition… but perhaps repetition, too, has its end eventually."
They fell silent, each contemplating the board as though peering into the fabric of the cosmos itself. Time was irrelevant here; centuries drifted by like mere seconds. At last, Masa-Kami broke the quiet, sliding his lance into an unexpected position, one that made the very air around them ripple with an unspoken potential.
"Check," he said softly, the single word carrying a note of daring.
Tori-Kami's brows rose, intrigued. A smile tugged at his lips, and he leaned forward, considering this unexpected shift in the game. "Ah, so… even the familiar can be reshaped," he mused. "If one so dares."
The Shogi board gleamed between them, the pieces casting faint shadows across the cosmos as Tori-Kami countered with his own unexpected move. "A game shaped by new possibilities," he murmured, as if to himself. "I wonder… what else might be?"
As he placed his rook, the faintest shimmer crossed the edges of reality, a subtle tremor through the stars as though the universe itself held its breath. Each god studied the board, feeling something intangible stir between them a potential they had yet to fully comprehend.
Finally, Masa-Kami's gaze lifted from the board, his focus shifting outward into the vastness of space around them. A small, subtle idea began to take shape, a spark of inspiration ignited within him. Raising his hand, he twisted his, and with a slow, deliberate closing of his fist, a light appeared. Small and bright, it pulsed with raw energy, casting a glow that painted both gods in hues of brilliant, white and soft gold.
Tori-Kami tilted his head, his curiosity piqued. "What are you doing?"
Masa-Kami watched the spark, his eyes filled with a quiet awe. "Something new," he whispered, as if fearing the words might break the fragile magic of the moment. "A chance to see beyond repetition."
Intrigued, Tori-Kami extended his hand, letting his own energy flow into the spark, watching as it expanded. With both their essences mingling within it, the light began to grow, spiraling outward, shifting into brilliant colors and forms neither had ever seen. Stars burst into life within its center, and planets swirled into place, like fragments of thought forming into a dream made real.
As the orb expanded, it grew into a universe all its own, a world that spun with a potential neither God could predict. Nebulae blossomed in brilliant waves, constellations threaded together, and entire galaxies took shape, each one pulsing with untamed energy. It was both familiar and wholly alien, a cosmos that moved to its own rhythm, as intricate and unpredictable as the gods themselves.
Masa-Kami watched this new creation, a sense of satisfaction in his gaze. "This… this is something neither of us can control," he said, almost in awe. "Something that will follow its own path."
Tori-Kami's eyes gleamed, and he leaned back, a slow smile spreading across his face. "For the first time in eons, something exists beyond our own design," he replied. "A world that will unfold without the comfort of certainty. Let it be."
Their eyes met, and without a word, they each lifted their remaining pieces from the Shogi board, setting them down for the last time. The game was complete, its purpose fulfilled in the birth of this new universe.
Masa-Kami's voice was soft, contemplative. "So, our endless game has finally found its end."
Tori-Kami nodded, a spark of anticipation lighting his gaze. "Yes… but something far greater has only just begun."
They shared a quiet smile, both content to let this final game drift into memory. Before them, the universe they had created continued to unfold, its stars and planets moving in unpredictable, beautiful patterns. They watched, silent yet filled with wonder, eager to witness the stories that would be written within this new cosmos.
For the first time, they did not know what lay ahead—and in that unknowing, they found a new beginning.