Time passed, but it wasn't peace that lingered in the air. Across the globe, warriors strained against their limits, day after day, chasing the edges of their potential. Gravity rooms thundered. Mountains split beneath raw force. Sweat, blood, and willpower forged their path forward. Each fighter knew the storm wasn't over. Not yet.
High above Earth, the cold silence of space hummed around a cluster of Viltrumite ships. One of them drifted like a blade in the dark. Inside, Grand Regent Thragg stood alone, his hands clasped behind his back as he stared through the reinforced glass at the blue planet below. His expression was unreadable, carved from stone, but within his mind, centuries of ambition churned.
The universe was meant to kneel to Viltrum. That was the order of things. It always had been.
But Frieza had disrupted that order.
The tyrant's reach spread like a rot across the stars, infecting sectors that should have belonged to Viltrum. Thragg's jaw tightened. He would not share dominion. He would not tolerate a rival.
He turned from the window, walking into the center of the chamber, thoughts clawing at one another. His mind drifted to Nolan... and his sons-Y/N, Mark, and Oliver. Hybrids, every one of them. Yet each one had defied expectations. Y/N, the warrior born of Saiyan and Viltrumite blood; Mark, the Human and Viltrumite hybrid; and Oliver, the youngest, still growing into his power, Thraxan and Viltrumite hybrid. Different bloodlines, same outcome-strength. Power. Potential.
Proof of Viltrumite supremacy.
Even diluted, the DNA endured. Adapted. Dominated.
Thragg's eyes narrowed. He remembered the one who came before him-Lord Argall, the last true ruler of the Viltrum Empire. Assassinated by one of their own. After his death, Thragg had been raised not as a successor, but as a tool. Forged in war. Conditioned to be the ultimate weapon. When no heir to Argall could be found, Thragg was named Grand Regent-a placeholder, a steward of power, not its rightful heir.
For centuries, he believed the bloodline had ended. But now... Now, he wasn't so sure.
He had never tested Nolan. Not truly. And Nolan's sons were untested territory-unique variables born from foreign genetics but bred with Viltrumite dominance. If even one of them carried Argall's blood, if even one could survive what he had endured...
Thragg clenched his fists, the metal walls around him groaning from the subtle spike in his power.
It was time to find out.
It was as if they had learned nothing.
The sky tore open in a violent flash of green and white light. A portal pulsed, rippling like a wound in the air, and out stormed the Flaxans-armored, vengeful, and roaring with fury. Their numbers flooded the horizon, weapons crackling with energy, eyes burning with one desire: revenge. This time, they came with purpose. This time, they came prepared.
Or so they thought.
Their mistake wasn't trying again-it was doing so on a planet now guarded by far more than just Omni-Man.
In seconds, streaks of light broke through the clouds. The Guardians of the Globe were the first to respond, landing like thunder across the battlefield. Then came the hybrids: Y/N, Kakarot, Mark-Invincible-and the younger, wilder Oliver. Lucan crashed down like a meteor beside them. Anissa followed, her expression unreadable but her posture ready for blood.
And then came the Viltrumites.
Thragg arrived with a handful of elite warriors, their white capes snapping in the wind, their eyes sharp and cold. At last, even Nolan descended. No words were spoken. No orders were given. They simply acted.
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Fanfiction!Discontinued! Will rewrite In which Omni Man travels to planet Vegeta to escape from the scourge virus. Eventually he has a child with a Saiyan by the name of Fasha. Two years later Frieza calls for all Saiyans to return to planet Vegeta. Omni M...
