When Goku Fights Without Limits from the Start
The air felt heavy with malevolence, and Trunks’s fists were clenched tightly by his sides, his face tense with emotion. Black floated just ahead, his smirk as sharp as his piercing gaze. He radiated an aura of dark power that felt eerily familiar, yet completely wrong.
“So, this is the so-called Goku of this timeline,” Black mused, his tone dripping with mockery. “You’re just a pale imitation of the true god’s strength.”
Goku’s face hardened as he stepped forward, shielding his friends. “You’ve done enough damage to Trunks and his timeline,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “I won’t let you hurt anyone else.” Without wasting time, he flared his golden aura, ascending to Super Saiyan. Black raised an eyebrow but smiled confidently, clearly unimpressed.
They clashed in a blur of speed and power, exchanging blows that shook the earth beneath them. Black clashed with Goku, each strike sending shockwaves that forced the onlookers to shield themselves. Despite Goku’s skill, Black seemed to enjoy the fight, his confidence growing with each passing moment. “Is this all you have, mortal? Pathetic.”
Goku landed several feet away, panting slightly. He looked over his shoulder at his friends—Krillin’s worried expression, Piccolo’s stoic silence, Trunks’s desperate hope, and Vegeta’s simmering frustration. They were counting on him. He closed his eyes for a moment, centering himself, and then his energy surged. The golden aura shifted into a radiant blue flame as his hair turned a brilliant azure. Super Saiyan Blue.
The sheer force of Goku’s transformation shook the battlefield, causing Black to pause. His smirk faltered. “What… is this power?” he muttered, eyes narrowing.
“You’ve underestimated me,” Goku said, his voice steady and commanding. In a flash, he was in front of Black, landing a devastating punch to his chest. Black staggered, coughing up blood as Goku pressed the attack, moving too fast for Black to counter. Each blow reverberated through the battlefield, and Black’s confidence began to crumble.
With a final push, Goku charged a massive Kamehameha, the energy swirling in his hands like a storm. “This is for everyone you’ve hurt!” he shouted, unleashing the blast. Black screamed in rage and fear as the attack consumed him, obliterating him entirely.
Goku lowered his hands, his aura fading as he powered down. He turned to his friends, a mixture of relief and exhaustion on his face. “It’s over,” he said quietly. Vegeta smirked, arms crossed, while Trunks fell to his knees, tears of gratitude streaming down his face. Krillin and Piccolo exchanged a look of quiet relief. For now, their timeline was safe, and the shadow of Goku Black was no more.
But what about, Zamasu…
