Epilogue 2 (Final Chapter)

Age 760, One week after the Tournament of Power. Universe 11, Marcato's Throne Room.

"Absolutely ridiculous."

Marcato, the ruling god of time for Universe 11, sat lazily in his throne. The dragon uncrossed his legs, leaning forward a bit and narrowing his eyes down at the lone attendant kneeling at the edge of the steps to his throne, his tone darkening.

"You really thought it was prudent to interrupt my relaxation just to inform me of a boring tournament that had no authority over our realm?"

The attendant kept his head bowed deeply, hiding his face and attempting to keep his voice firm.

"Sire...our realm lost. Not even Jiren could-"

"I don't care about Jiren!"

The attendant stopped mid sentence, Marcato waving his right hand dismissively and glancing off to the side with a lazy stare.

"A fighter capable of defeating a destroyer on his team, and Belmod still can't secure victory over the other universes. Why pester me with news on the pathetic failures like them?"

The attendant lifted his lead slightly.

"The winning destroyer, sir...was Beerus."

Marcato's disinterested and arrogant expression instantly vanished at the name, his head turning back to the attendant with wide but narrowed eyes.

"What did you say?"

The attendant instantly dropped his head again.

"Lord Beerus' team...won the tournament, sir."

Marcato sat still for a moment in silence, his eyes turning up slowly. He suddenly lashed out to the left, snapping his fingers in front of one of the guards at the bottom of the raised platform his throne sat on.

"You! Pull up GodTube, now!"

The guard bowed his head in a panicked nod, hastily pulling out a small grey remote and summoning a large intangible screen in front of the throne. Marcato's instantly narrowed, carefully scrutinizing the scene of Goku and Frieza surging forward with Jiren off of the Tournament of Power's stage. He snapped his fingers to the left side again, prompting the guard.

"Rewind it."

The scene rapidly changed as time reversed on screen, soon reverting back through the final minutes of the Tournament. Marcato waved his hand, signalling for the guard to stop again once a bright silver light struck his eyes.

"Wait."

Marcato stared down into the eyes of the fully transformed Goku, leaning forward a bit. He scoffed lightly, his eyes turning towards the very small sillhoutte of Whis that could be seen in the stands on the corner of the screen.

"So that's your play. Training even the lowest mortals up to do your dirty work. How pitiful."

The attendant remained in his kneeled state, speaking up next.

"Universe 7's claim to power is in their belief in trust and friendship. They believe that when they work together, any obstacle can be overcome."

Marcato scoffed lightly again.

"Give me a break. If that's all it took to defeat Jiren, then he's more pathetic than I thought. They can summon as many fools as they like: in the end, they cannot stand against real power."

He rested his scaly chin on both fists, leaning forward in his seat.

"Still...this universe...none of this makes sense. Who is this man that obtained Ultra Instinct?"

The attendant turned his head up.

"His name is Goku: a Saiyan from a planet called Earth. He is the one that had Lord Zeno host this tournament."

Marcato's eyes widened.

"Zeno? This...nobody...had the ear of Lord Zeno?!"

The dragon's wide eyes quickly narrowed, his fist crashing down on the handrail to his right and glaring up at the screen.

What is so special about this backwater universe?! The Grand Priest makes that weak woman a god...Lord Zeno befriends a mortal...and Whis actively tutors barbarians into Ultra Instinct?!

Marcato's glare only intensified as images of Goku happily playing with both Zenos, Kassava standing with the Grand Priest at her ceremony, and Whis training Vegeta played across the screen.

Fine...then the plan all hinges on this. Lord Zeno and the Grand Priest want to put all of their favor into this lowly universe? Then they'll pay for it dearly; after I crush them, no one will dare question my rule.

His lips lifted slightly into a sinister smirk.

The last they'll both see before I kill them, are their favored pets dying at my feet.

Marcato's smirk vanished in an instant, glaring down at the attendant.

"I want all the information you can dig up on Universe 7. Start with this Kassava...anything that can help me understand why the Grand Priest would put his favor in her. Then bring me intelligence on the man with Ultra Instinct, followed by anything and everything on Whis' shaping of the mortals within his realm. We need to figure out just what extent his meddling has done for the population."

The attendant rose up, nodding to the guard.

"Yes sir, I will have a full report as soon as possible."

Marcato's stare followed the attendant as he left, leaning back into his throne in the ornate palace room and let the atmosphere fall into tense silence.

Universe 7, Training Realm of Conton City

The wind gently blew across the open plain of green grass, the blades all fluttering along with the robes hanging on the ends of Whis' outfit. The tall angel stood with slightly narrowed eyes, staring down the two Saiyans standing a few feet across from him in the open space.

"I'm disappointed: both of you are clearly lacking in the necessary speed. This has been more than sufficient to warm you both up."

His right eyebrow raised.

"Have the past few days been nothing but wasted time and effort?"

Vegetto huffed lightly, straightening himself out and smirking.

"Not at all, this training did the trick. You've done a great deal for us; without your help, there's no way we would've figured this out on our own so quickly."

He frowned.

"It's just..."

Gogeta kept a stern stare, his eyes narrowing into a fierce glare and finishing for Vegetto.

"You know what's about to happen. Are you sure you can handle it?"

Whis kept his smile, his arms still tucked behind his back.

"Don't worry about me, boys."

His warm smile raised a bit, watching Vegetto and Gogeta both move a couple of steps apart from each other.

"I've waited a long time for this day."

The light in the sky suddenly darkened, and two intense pressures in the immediate vicinity of the taller angel suddenly exploded outwards. Whis' expression remained completely unchanged as his hair and robes were blasted backwards from the scorching wind. Silver fire radiated outwards from both Vegetto and Gogeta in the sudden explosion of power, rapidly surging up and engulfing their bodies within less than a second. The grass around them became charred instantly, the spread of the circle expanding well beyond the actual flames' immediate vicinity. Both Saiyan's hair and eyes now shined with a brilliant gleam of silver, their arms at their sides.

Whis met the intense glare of both fusions now glaring him down in the fully mastered state of Ultra Instinct, his smile raising a bit.

"At last."

Vegetto spaced his legs a bit, raising his right arm and cocking it back a bit with his hand balling into a fist. Gogeta kept his arms to the side, but leaned forward slightly and tensed his legs in preparation to launch forward in a dash. Whis tensed his arms for the first time, raising both arms in a strange stance that neither fusion recognized. His smile grew a bit, nodding to them both.

"Let's see if you finally have what it takes to defeat me."

In an instant, all three fighters suddenly launched forward, the air and ground around them exploding up from the unseen impacts of their strikes.

Universe 11, Marcato's Throne Room. One week later.

"Sir!"

Marcato perked his head up at the sudden call, his eyes turning down. The attendant panted as he came to a halt at the edge of the platform that Marcato's throne sat ontop of, bowing his head.

"We've discovered something...something you need to see."

Marcato watched on with a flat, yet strong stare as the attendant pulled up another screen above. Marcato's eyes widened a bit, the scene of Ultra Instinct Vegetto and Gogeta battling with Whis. His wide eyes only narrowed a bit, immediately leaning forward at the sight of Whis losing ground on Vegetto and Gogeta, gripping onto the handguards.

"Who are they?"

The attendant swallowed hard.

"We've done some digging but have only a few notes on them."

The screen froze on Vegetto, his fist reeled back with a roar that was silenced from the pause.

"Vegetto. He was Chronoa's favored mortal, defeated a Demon God to save her crumbling city and became a legend amongst her Time Patrol. Reports indicate he was to be the new God of Time...but due to unspecified circumstances, he is not. Whis has been privately instructing him due to Chronoa's wishes."

The screen then transitioned to Gogeta, who was lunging underneath Vegetto's legs in a sweeping kick towards Whis'.

"Gogeta, a new addition to the Universe 7 Time Patrol. Lord Beerus trained him in a contest with Whis, hoping to make this Gogeta more powerful than Vegetto. However, their stories do not begin with the Time Patrol."

The attendant pulled up two images shortly after, both depicting Goku and Vegeta fusing together through the means of Potara and the Fusion Dance.

"Both of them are born from special magics binding two Saiyans together; one of whom, is the man who obtained Ultra Instinct and the other, the second strongest fighter in Universe 7. These two fusions have rarely appeared...but in each moment in Universe 7's history...important battles were instantly decided due to their vast strength in comparison."

Marcato sat back in his throne, carefully studying the still images that soon flooded the screen. Super Saiyan Gogeta easily defeating Janemba, Super Vegetto mockingly pummeling Majin Buu, and both fusions teaming up against Zamasu as Super Saiyan Blue.

"Whenever these two appeared in the original history...they outclassed every opponent they came across. We are not sure how they have become permanent alongside Goku and Vegeta, but it is without question-"

Marcato mused to himself.

"They are the strongest Universe 7 has to offer. Whis' secret weapons..."

He nodded down to the attendant, his eyes still narrowed.

"Anything else we can use against these two?"

The attendant nodded, the screen changing once more. Marcato raised an eyebrow, staring on at the sight of Kassava clad in a white dress and clinging tightly onto Vegetto's right arm, who was wearing a black suit.

"This happened just yesterday, sir. It would seem there is a strong bond between Kassava and this Vegetto."

Marcato's lips rose into a smirk, lowering his chin slightly.

"Ah...not even a month into the position...and already breaking the rules."

He sat upright in his seat, nodding to the attendant.

"Gather everything you can on these two, we'll need to plan this downfall accordingly. I want to move on these three in two months: that should be enough time to prepare for their downfall."

The attendant bowed his head, his voice timid.

"Umm...well...sir...that might be impossible."

Marcato frowned, his glare returning.

"What do you mean?"

The attendant merely reached down into his left coat pocket, digging around for a moment. Marcato rose out of his seat, raising an eyebrow and staring down at the ornate, golden scroll that the attendant presented with his arms raised above his head while he kneeled.

"There's been...an announcement."

Marcato snatched the scroll from the outstretched hands. Ringing out the parchment, Marcato stared down at the golden paper with narrowed eyes, which soon widened.

"The...Tournmanet of History?"

The attendant nodded.

"Lord Zeno's tournament was such a huge success...the Grand Priest decided he wished to hold one of his own. And because he was inspired by Chronoa's Time Patrol...he wants all twelve universes to gather a team of six fighters to compete against each other."

Maracto scoffed lightly, lightly tossing the orante scroll to the side and stepping back up towards his throne.

"More games...wonderful."

The attendant lifted his head slightly.

"Sir...there is rumor that the winner of the contest will be gifted with the Super Dragon Balls. Only this time, Super Shenron will be imbued with the power to grant any wish."

Marcato's eyes immediately widened.

"Any wish?"

The attendant nodded, prompting Marcato to break out into another sinister grin.

"That changes everything..."