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Chi-Chi was worried. Well, she always worried.
When the twins were born and as both grew up, she pushed Gohan and Akito to study. Akito seemed to grasp some of his studies quicker, but as his mother, she could tell his heart wasn't in it.

Then Goku's older brother came.
She had never seen Akito in such a condition before. Gohan looked a little scraped up, but Krillin explained that Akito would always put himself in front of attacks meant for Gohan. During the fight with Nappa, it was Akito who took the brunt of it throwing himself in the way again and again to keep Gohan safe.

Then when Gohan went away to Namek, Akito chose to stay and train on Earth some more, waiting until Goku had healed before heading over with him. From the look on Goku's face, he was happy to have him tag along. And when Akito shot up and handled ten times gravity without breaking a sweat, according to Goku, he impressed him in leaps and bounds.
Then the Cell Games happened.

During the lead-up, Goku took both boys into the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, each spending a year training with him.

And when Goku put Akito up to fight Cell, Akito seemed to fight Cell to a standstill even forcing Cell to self-destruct.
Leading to Goku sacrificing himself.


Flashback
Akito (thoughts): Damn it. I guess no matter how hard I trained since being reborn here, I still can't protect this planet even when I watched the anime to an obnoxious level.
He watched as his father turned to face him.
Goku: Akito, don't go beating yourself up over this. You did beat Cell. Even I wasn't expecting him to blow himself up when things didn't go his way.

And please once this is all over, take a break. Remember to enjoy life. You've been so tense. Don't go trying to put everything on your shoulders all the time.

…I am proud of both you and Gohan.
Goodbye, my son.

From what she was told, when Cell came back, Akito ascended to Super Saiyan 2.
And now here they were, seven years later.


Chi-Chi: Gohan, have you seen Akito and Goten around? I'd like to see how both your uniforms look before your first day.
Gohan: Akito took Goten to play with Trunks. And no doubt he's sparring with Vegeta

since he'll need to hold off on sparring until Sunday. We both start school tomorrow.
Orange Star High. Here we come.
Chi-Chi chuckled.


POV: Akito
Vegeta: That's enough for today. It's getting late.
He dropped out of Super Saiyan 2, Akito doing the same.
Akito: Aw, look at you going all soft, Geets.
Akito felt a blow to the back of his head.
Vegeta: Careful with the nicknames if you still want me to teach you, fool.

Akito: Hey, don't act like it's a waste of your time. We both get a sparring partner, and I get to learn more about Saiyan history.


Timeskip — Midnight, the Son House
Akito (thoughts): Well, looks like the seven years of peace are almost up. Which means the Majin Buu Saga is coming. I'm surprised the Time Patrol never caught wind of me

unless I wasn't that much of a change to the timeline, or they just didn't notice.


A/N:
Right, serious talk. This is something I've glossed over twice and made about six chapters of before I had to delete everything and stop for a moment.
Because in those drafts I brought in stuff like him being a Time Patroller. I even had different ideas on who to pair him with for example, TFS Puddin, because it would be chaotic and funny in my head.

But something piled up in my mind and I think I could maybe get it to work.
If I do decide to go that route, I could introduce and only in one way a girl being Weiss Schnee from RWBY. Now before you say completely different universe, this would just be a version of her. As in, I can make it so the Schnee Technology Company are competitors to Capsule Corp. She'd be best friends with Videl, because Gohan would still be the Great Saiyaman. So let me know in the comments.

 

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Man, what a drag."
Gohan shot his brother a sideways look as they walked through the school gates. "Oh come on, it's the first day. No need to be such a downer."
Akito stuffed his hands into his pockets, scanning the crowd of students milling around Orange Star High. "Yeah, yeah." He paused. "Hey, after this I'm going into the Time
Chamber. I want to test something."
Gohan: Don't worry about it.

The school day passed the way most first days did introductions, timetables, teachers sizing up new faces. Gohan slipped into it naturally, clearly more comfortable in a classroom than he let on. Akito sat through each lesson bored out of his mind. By the time the final bell rang, he was already gone.


Yo, Dende."
The young Guardian turned from the railing. "Hello, Akito. You just missed Piccolo. But
".The Time Chamber has been prepared." Like you asked
"Thanks, Dende." Akito rolled his neck. "I'll be gone a full twenty-four hours. Before I head in, I'm going to make a body double can't have Mum noticing I've vanished."
He raised both hands, fingers crossing into a seal, and spoke quietly.
"Blood Clone Technique."

The air shimmered. A perfect copy of him stepped forward, gave Dende a short nod, then turned and leapt off the Lookout's edge, descending back toward the world below.
Akito watched it go, then turned toward the chamber door.
"Right then. Let's get to work."


Inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber
The silence in here had a weight to it. No wind, no horizon worth mentioning just endless white and the faint hum of time moving at its own pace. Akito had always found it oddly comfortable.

He stood in the centre of that pale emptiness and exhaled slowly.
Alright. The goal is Super Saiyan 3 at least semi-efficient. I hate the form and I'll always prefer Two, but there's no point leaving a tool sitting on the floor just because it's heavy.
He let the transformation come.

The energy climbed through him like a tide

slow at first, then all at once. His hair tore downward past his shoulders, past his waist, flooding gold in long crackling waves. Lightning split the white air around him. The ground cracked under his feet from nothing but the pressure of it.
Super Saiyan 3.

He held it. Breathed through it. Felt how immediately it began to eat through him, burning reserves the way a bonfire burns through wood
fast, indiscriminate, wasteful.
That is the problem with this form.



HE Pushed his Limits and broke through them
during those three months of chamber time he did nothing but push the form's limits from the inside holding it through exhaustion, dropping it only when his body forced him to, climbing back in the moment he had recovered enough to stand. Gradually, stubbornly, the drain

eased. Enough that it would cost less stamina and energy than before.

By the end of the third month he stood in Super Saiyan 3 and felt only steady.
He let it drop.
That's as far as I'm willing to take this one.

He uncurled his tail.
It had always been there, wrapped twice around his waist out of habit. He shot a ball of energy into the sky.
Now. Burst open and mix.
The Oozaru transformation didn't feel like a transformation. It felt like the world shrinking around him — like his own edges suddenly extending outward past where they should stop. His body surged upward, bulk and power and the low resonant thunder of a great ape's heartbeat filling the chamber from wall to wall.
He had control. He had learned it early and kept it carefully. But control of the Oozaru was one thing. What he was attempting now was different.
He reached for Super Saiyan.
Inside the Oozaru state, with that enormous reservoir of power already active, the transformation was like trying to light a fire inside a storm. The energy fought itself, two forces colliding at angles that weren't meant to coexist. He pushed. Lost it. Found the thread again. Pushed harder.
It took two months.
But he kept finding the thread.
And eventually He found it and when the smoke cleared

Where the great ape had stood, a new form emerged. Smaller than the Oozaru, but larger than his base, built with a density that spoke of both states compressed and refined into something new. Long dark hair fell past his shoulders. His body was covered in deep red fur, save for his chest and hands. His eyes, when he looked down at them, carried a red trim at their edges.
Super Saiyan 4.

Akito stood in the silence of the chamber and felt the form settle around him like something that had always been waiting.
Forty-five minutes, he guessed. That's how long I'll be able to hold it.
He let it go and dropped into base, breathing slowly.
I should probably show Vegeta Super Saiyan 3. Give him something to work toward. He's more of a family man now than he was I genuinely doubt he'd go running to Babidi when the time comes. Probably.

Pros and cons. Always annoying. Then again, so is dying.

He sat down on the cracked ground and stared at the white nothing of the ceiling.
Still. I think it was stupid of me to jump in front of the attack Frieza aimed at Krillin. At least I had some leeway training with King Kai means dying isn't quite the ending it is for most people. But still. Stupid.
The look on Frieza's face though.
He almost smiled.
Worth it.



Meanwhile — West Galaxy, Space
The ship was small and fast, crewed by people who had chosen better lives than the ones they'd been handed.
"Excuse me, Captain why exactly are we liberating this particular planet?" Weren't we supposed to be well Pirates

The woman at the helm turned slightly. She had long, curly orange hair and bluish-green skin, her pointed ears catching the faint light from the star chart in front of her. The white and blue of her outfit was travel-worn but kept with care, gold buckles catching what light there was.

Zangeya was quiet for a moment.
"It's simple," she said. "A long time ago, when I was still running with my old crew, we crossed paths with a young Saiyan warrior. His name was Akito." She paused. "When my old captain turned on me fired a blast meant to finish me right there Akito stepped in front of it."
The younger crew member stared. "He saved you? Why?"
"I asked him the same thing." A small smile crossed her face. "Do you know what he said?"
"What?"
"He said I had the potential to do good. With whatever was left of my life." She looked back out at the star chart. "So I decided to find out if he was right."


Back on the Lookout
Akito stepped out of the chamber into real air.
Twenty-four hours in the world outside. Enough.
He stood at the Lookout's edge for a moment, tail curling idly at his side, and looked out at the Earth below.
Super Saiyan 4 is achieved. It still needs a lot of work to make it fully useful. And I need to decide what to tell Vegeta.
He pushed off the edge and dropped toward home.
Dying is annoying. I speak from experience. Twice. Let's try not to make it three.



A/N:
I'll keep it 100% this chapter I barely edited, mostly because it was 3 AM and I'd finished work around midnight, so it's not great. I feel like my old draft was a lot better since I introduced Xenoverse elements, i.e. Akito being a Time Patroller.

And I sort of brought in popoulr YouTube characters cac and made them a team

Also Akito was trained by dumplin

 

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Akito stared boredly at the classroom wall.
"Okay, class today we have a new transfer student."
A girl walked in. Pale skin, white hair pulled into a side ponytail braid, a vertical scar over her left eye. Her outfit was elegant — white, blue, and red, paired with heeled boots. She stood at the front of the room with the posture of someone who had never once been told to relax.
"Hello. My name is Weiss Schnee. Pleased to meet you."
Videl looked up from her seat and waved. "Yo, Weiss
come sit next to us."

Class went as usual until lunch.
"Finally." Akito was already on his feet. "I am starving."
"Oh really?" Erasa appeared at his elbow. "Then why don't you eat lunch with us?
"Mhm." He pulled out his lunchbox.
Gohan stood and moved to leave. He made it one step before his collar was seized from behind.
"Nope," Akito said. "You're being social today. No ifs, ands, or buts."
Videl sighed. "Alright. To the rooftop

Rooftop
Weiss looked at the spread laid out in front of her. "…That is a lot of food."
Erasa shrugged. "You get used to it."
"So Weiss," Videl said, "what brought you out here?"
Weiss folded her hands neatly in her lap. "My father wanted to expand his business to Satan City. Capsule Corp refused to work with us he wouldn't say why. I wanted a change of scenery, especially now that my sister has joined the army." She paused. "And as the second largest technology company in the region, I suppose it made sense to come to school alongside my best friend."
Akito didn't look up from his food. "Never heard of them."
Weiss stared at him. "We are on every billboard on this side of the city."
"My brother," Gohan said carefully, "doesn't really pay attention to the world around him. No matter what our mother tells him."

"Okay, come on." Akito pointed at him. "It's not like that. Not anymore."

Crack KOOM.
The earth shuddered. Somewhere across the city, windows rattled.
Akito went very still. Then, quietly, almost to himself: "Vegeta, what are you doing."


Capsule Corp
"ARGH — RAGHHHH—"
Vegeta's hair tore upward, locking into sharp points as the energy exploded outward around him. He stood there, chest heaving, the ground cracked beneath his feet.
"Hah." He caught his breath. "This… is Super sayian 3."



Back at Orange Star High
"What on earth was that?" Weiss steadied herself against the railing.
She looked over at Akito. He was grinning.
"…Why are you smiling like that?"
The grin dimmed slightly. "Sorry. I just know what I'm doing after school today."
Videl's eyes narrowed. "Where?"
"Capsule Corp."
Weiss let out a short breath. "Please. My father schedules five business days just to arrange a meeting there. What makes you think they'd let you in?"
Gohan rubbed the back of his head.
"You look like you want to say something," Videl said.
Akito scratched his cheek. "Bulma is basically our aunt. I can visit whenever I want."
Videl, Erasa, and Weiss all stared at him.
Across the table, Gohan pressed his palm slowly to his forehead and muttered something under his breath.
So much for being normal.


Flashback — The Cell Saga
"Trunks."
Future Trunks looked over. "Yeah, Akito?"
Akito kept his eyes forward. "What happened to me in the future? I probably died, didn't I." It wasn't really a question. "Can you at least tell me it was worth it?"
Trunks was quiet for a moment.
"When the Androids attacked the first time around, you were already Super Saiyan. You held the line — kept them back long enough for Gohan to get away." He paused. "By all accounts, you were even winning. Then something changed. Their eyes went red, purple energy took over, and their power spiked beyond anything you could match. They overpowered you. And then they killed you."
He looked at the ground.

"When Gohan came back after the battle, he found a camera that still had some working parts. Got my mum to restore the footage so he could see your final moments."
Akito's fists clenched at his sides. "If the future me had just been stronger maybe your future wouldn't have turned out the way it did."
"Hey." Trunks stepped in front of him. "Don't talk like that. Gohan mentioned you were always doing this putting the world on your shoulders like it's yours alone to carry." He shook his head. "It's strange to see it in person."

 

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Hey so I am gonna be adding Stuff from xenoverse
Mostly because this feels better than just tryna gi along with the majian arc

And Hes finna join the time Patrol

Thing is I know I added Weiss. As a potential love interest

Well kinda but I also want to add characters Like Tony

And puddin at some point in the future in a deferent fanfic il make a separate fic where it follows being reborn as my xenoverse 2 mc) the reason I wanna add xenoverse stuff to this fanfic because


I am trying to right the chapter rn

 

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The Son Household
"Akito. Gohan."
Both turned. Goten stood in the doorway, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.
Akito had a piece of steak hanging out of his mouth.
"Yeah, Goten?" Gohan said.
"What was Dad like?"
Gohan was quiet for a moment. "I'd say he was like an angel. When he was there, it felt like everything was going to be okay."
Goten thought about that. "…Oh. So kind of like how Akito makes me feel when we train together." He looked over at his older brother. "He makes sure I actually know what I'm doing. Taught me how to fight properly after Mum stopped training me. He trains me and Trunks himself now."
Akito said nothing. But something in his expression shifted before he looked back down at his food.

A blast hit the house m
The walls cracked. The ceiling groaned. Akito was already on his feet, both hands raised, a barrier snapping into place around them before the smoke had even finished rolling in.
When it cleared, a figure stood in the wreckage of the front wall.
Pale skin. Orange eyes. White hair. A red bodysuit beneath white armour, the kind that had never been built for anything except violence.

Akito's expression went flat.
"Gohan." His voice was calm and quiet, which made it worse. "Take Goten and go. Far. I don't want him anywhere near what's about to happen."


"But I can help." Gohan stepped forward. "With the two of us together, surely we can
"Gohan." Akito turned to look at him. "He's stronger than anything we've run into before. And you haven't trained seriously since Cell."

He held his brother's gaze for one beat, then two. "Please."
Gohan opened his mouth. Closed it. Then grabbed Goten and launched into the sky.
He looked back once.
You better not die.



Akito turned back to the figure in the smoke.
"So." He stepped forward, hands loose at his sides. "You're the one that's gained the Kai of Time's interest."
"Why the hell are you attacking my home?"
A second voice cut across the air low, measured, and carrying the particular smoothness of someone who had practised sounding reasonable.
"That's quite simple, really."
She stepped out from behind Mira. White hair, sharp eyes, the composed stillness of someone who spent a great deal of time being the most dangerous person in any given room.
"In every timeline I've looked into, there are only ever two variants of you. And the most

irritating thing is that the Kai of Time has been stalking this particular one clearly intending to recruit you into her little Time Patrol." A thin smile. "Not to mention that rebellious daughter of mine has already enrolled in the academy."
Oh, I hope I get contacted about that soon, Akito thought. Then wait. Did she just say daughter (puddin exists)
He filed that away.
"Right," he said aloud. "So you attacked my house to get my attention. Fair enough.

Though I'm going to point out that you were also planning to kill me somewhere in there, so whatever pitch you're about to make the answer's no."
Towa's smile didn't waver. "I should have known better than to try recruiting one of Son Goku's spawn."

She nodded once.



Mira moved.
He crossed the distance between them in less than a second, the air cracking around his fist as it connected with Akito's cheek. The force sent Akito skidding back through the air, earth churning below him as he clawed for his footing.
He found it.
And answered immediately.
A rapid ki barrage lit up the sky — not the wide, scattershot kind, but tight and precise, each shot aimed to pressure rather than overwhelm, forcing Mira to shift and redirect rather than simply tank through. Akito read the adjustments in real time. He vanished.
Instant Transmission.
He reappeared directly in front of Mira, already mid-swing.
"Detroit Smash."
Mira caught it, barely, and the shockwave rolled outward in a visible ring.
What followed was ugly and fast and relentless.

Mira was precise. Trained. Every every strike . Akito fought the opposite way aggressive, unpredictable, switching rhythm constantly, turning defence into offence the moment an opening appeared. Mira would press, Akito

would slip the angle. Akito would surge, Mira would redirect the momentum.

Back and forth. Neither giving ground cleanly.

Meanwhile
Gohan flew fast, Goten tucked against his side. Below them, the shockwaves from the fight rolled across the landscape in visible pulses.

He watched them and said nothing for a long moment.
He always does this. Always makes sure I don't have to worry about it. Always carries it himself.
His jaw set.
Not anymore. It won't be like this anymore. I need to start training again.


Back at the fight
He's roughly on par with me at Super Saiyan 2, Akito noted, taking a fist to the shoulder and using the momentum to spin clear. Which means staying here is just burning time.
He exhaled.
Fine.
. His hair tore downward, extending past his jaw, past his shoulders, flooding down toward his waist in long golden waves. The brow settled lower. The aura erupted around him massive, crackling, the electricity in it high frequency and constant, filling the air with the smell of a coming storm.


Super Saiyan 3.

Mira stopped moving.
Across the field, Towa's expression shifted for the first time.

Akito rolled his neck slowly. "You look surprised." He looked between them. "Looks like someone didn't do their research properly."



A portal tore open.
Two figures stepped through.
The first: Future Trunks, sword at his back, expression already fixed in the particular flat displeasure of a man who had arrived to clean up a situation he'd been hoping to avoid.

The second one
AKITO) thoughts no way that dumplinnnn)

"That's enough, Towa," Trunks said.
Dumplin's gaze drifted from the rubble, to Mira, to Akito, and then back to Towa. He smiled the kind of smile that didn't quite reach anything resembling warmth.
"This ends now."
Towa looked at him. Something behind her composure shifted.
"Hello, my foolish lover."
"Yeah." Dumplin didn't move.
Akito glanced between them. "… Looks like this turned into a party."
Trunks looked over. "Akito. Long time no see."
Towa's eyes moved across the field one final time then she turned.
"Let's go, Mira."

The portal closed. The air settled.
Akito let the transformation drop and stood in the sudden quiet.
"Trunks." He looked over. "Long time."
"Long time," Trunks agreed. A slight pause. "…We should talk."

In his ear, quietly:
"You know, Trunks once this is over, offer him a place in the Time Patrol. He'd make quite the ally. He'll need to sit the academy test first, but once he passes, I can move forward with the next phase."


Right. So she wants him for the third graduate slot. Between Tony and Puddin, she needs a third to push all of them to give them someone to measure themselves against.

Akito will say yes. Knowing him, the moment he understands what's at stake, he won't be able to say anything else.
He almost smiled.
Knowing him.

 

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We should talk," Trunks said.
"Yeah, I guess we can," Akito agreed.
They sat down in the wreckage of the front garden. Trunks leaned forward, elbows on his knees.
"After I saved my future, I was recruited by the Supreme Kai of Time into the Time Patrol. Me and my partner Dumplin — we've been saving history, correcting changes before they take root." He paused. "We're looking for more strong fighters to help carry that work forward. We need three graduates from this year's class. Two are already close to evaluation. The problem is no one else in the class can keep up with them."
He looked at Akito directly.
"In short we'd like you to join us."
Akito was quiet for about two seconds.
"Protect history, fight increasingly dangerous enemies." He stood up. "Where do I sign?"

He pulled out his phone and fired off a quick text to Gohan.

Going to be away for a while. Trunks is offering me something like a job as a time copper. Don't wait up.


Capsule Corp — shortly after
Gohan stared at his phone.
Welp. We're not seeing Akito for a while.
"What happened this time?" Chi-Chi asked without looking up from the stove.
"Apparently Future Trunks is offering him a job. Protecting history. Fighting changes in the timeline."
Vegeta scoffed from the corner. "Tell him I'll kick his teeth in when he gets back. To think I mentored that knucklehead."
Bulma sipped her tea. "He does take after Goku. I'm honestly not that surprised."
Chi-Chi was quiet for a moment. Then she nodded, slowly.
"Well. It is working, at least. He's a grown boy

he can make his own decisions." She glanced over at Gohan. "And honestly, I'm already lucky he sat through two full weeks of school."


Akito watched the portal tear open in the air in front of him, its edges crackling with something that wasn't quite light and wasn't quite energy.
Trunks extended a hand.
Akito took it.
"Here we go."


Conton City
They landed on solid ground and Akito took a moment to look around. The city was strange in the particular way that things from outside normal time tended to be familiar in pieces, wrong in the gaps.

"Here we are," Trunks said. "It's late, so you'll be meeting the other two candidates tomorrow. They're both competing for the top spot in the class."
Akito looked down at himself and then back up.
"Great. Also I need new clothes. These have been on me for two days and they are starting to announce themselves."

Trunks winced. "Yeah we did move a bit fast. I'll sort you out before anything else."


The Next Morning
Akito stood in front of the mirror and looked at his new outfit a tight black long-sleeved shirt, baggy white training trousers with a black belt, and black martial arts slippers.

"This will do for now. I'll pick up more soon." He turned away from the mirror. "Thanks for the save, Trunks."
"Looking sharp." Trunks was already moving toward the door. "Training fields. Race you."


The Training Fields
Two figures were already waiting.
The first was leaning back with his arms folded, blue-purple skin and dark grey armour catching the morning light, red accents sharp against the rest of it. He had the posture of someone who considered waiting to be a personal insult.
"Hey — Elder Kai — when is this guy supposed to show up? I'm getting bored."
The second figure was perched nearby, light grey skin, large blue eyes, ponytail catching the breeze, wearing something that could only be described as aggressively colourful. She looked over with an expression of patient amusement.
"You know, Tony, if you learned to be even slightly patient, I wouldn't have to listen to you whine. Nya~. And Dad says he's a sure thing, according to Trunks, so maybe try not to embarrass yourself before he even gets here."
Tony opened his mouth.
"Look

here they come now. Nya~."
Akito landed a few metres away, glanced between them, and rolled his neck.
"Name's Akito. Who wants to go first?"
Puddin raised her hand immediately.
"Dibs. ~"

Akito glanced over and caught Dumplin watching from a distance with the particular stillness of someone who was paying close attention while appearing to do nothing at all.
"Oh, it's me and you then."
He settled into his stance.


The fight opened fast and stayed that way.
Puddin moved with chaotic rhythm — cheerful, unpredictable, switching between gleeful offence and sudden brutality without any visible transition between the two. Akito matched her blow for blow, reading her patterns, adjusting, finding the thread of her timing beneath the chaos.
He caught an opening and sent her skidding back with a clean hit.
Before he could follow up, something connected hard with his back.
"Yeah, I'm joining in," Tony announced, landing nearby. "There's no way I'm playing second fiddle to either of you."
Akito dodged the follow-up and swept Tony's feet out from under him, pressing both palms forward as the other man hit the ground.
"Star Stream."
A concentrated wave of ki engulfed Tony and rolled him into the earth.
From the other side, Puddin came in low. "Puddin Pop!"
The fist caught him clean and sent him airborne. Akito recovered mid-flight and immediately returned fire with a ki barrage, then closed the distance and went back to hand to hand.
She was good. They both were. He could feel it — the genuine pressure of it, the kind that didn't leave room for anything except the fight itself.
They're pushing me this hard in base form. He settled deeper into his focus, let everything unnecessary fall away. Good.
His fist connected with Puddin's cheek.
And then something happened that had never happened before.
The space around the point of impact fractured — a visible crack in the air itself, dark at its edges, gone in an instant. The force of it carried differently than anything he had thrown before. He felt it travel through his fist and up his arm and somewhere in that moment he understood something about his ki — about the way it moved, about how much of it he had been wasting, about every inefficient movement he had ever made.
Then it was over.
Black Flash.
He stood there for a second, breathing.
Did I just — yes. That was a Black Flash. It wasn't intentional. But it was real.
Trunks, watching from the side, had gone very still. He said nothing. But his eyes didn't leave Akito.

Puddin hit the ground and lay there.
"Ow. Ow. Ow." A pause. "…Okay. I give up."
Tony was already in a crater, unconscious.
Akito looked between them and winced slightly.
"I may have put considerably more into that last one than I intended."



Note Tony belongs to red Scott gaming

And puddin and dumpling are Owned by Team four Starr please dont sue