Dragon Ball Super Ending (REDUX)

"It Would Appear So, My Lord."

I.
"I've never seen Jiren toy with his opponents like this, it's unnatural," Belmod declares.
"It reminds me of myself when I was a ruthless youth unsure how to control my power."
"No offense Tien, but I don't remember you being able to attack people with your eyes like Jiren, I mean, you'd think with your third eye you could. Is that thing just for show?" Krillin's comment even leaves Piccolo smirking.
"You guys, I don't think Piccolo's moved since Gohan started fighting." Everyone takes notice of Krillin's observation. Piccolo stands stolid in front of the group.
"He can do it." Piccolo announces to the group.
"Love the optimism old buddy, but I think we've all just about given up."
"You should listen to your bald friend, bald green friend." The clown god, Belmod, calls out, "Jiren's powers are beyond that of even a God. You and me put together, hey, maybe. With my power and your obvious undying persistence even in the face of inevitable defeat we might stand a chance. But your friend down there, I'm just worried Jiren doesn't kill him and get himself disqualified." Everyone looks to the clown with nothing to say.
Except Piccolo, "I'm not gonna take advice from a clown or whatever the hell you are. No offense to Chiaotzu Tien, but clowns always gave me the creeps. I've known this boy since he was five years old, I won't give up on him no matter what. None of you should." Universe Seven looks down dismayed at Piccolos imminent disappointment.
"Somethings wrong with Kakarot!" Vegeta shouts.
Goku falls down to one knee in exhaustion, he looks to Piccolo and in that moment they share a conversation within their minds. Goku rises again and continuously takes deep breaths to stay awake and aware.
II.
Jiren grabs Gohan by the shoulders and begins to smush his body together whilst holding him in the air. The thick black of Jiren's eyes is incredible like the dinosaurs that would chase Gohan as a child. Gohan searches within them any ounce of respect for the life it squeezes out of him. He realizes it isn't there, he realizes it's never been there in any villain he's faced. He feels his heartbeat screaming out to his body to stay awake, stay alive and keep fighting. There's no use, he's in the air, he's weightless, he's holding onto nothing. He's within and without his own existence with every breath he takes.
Then, like rain falling in the ocean, Gohan seeps into the surroundings as Jiren's fingers slowly close in on the air. The blood erupting from Jiren's mouth reveals itself before Gohan's fist planted firmly on his heart.
Gohan stands before Jiren in a white form that mirrors moonlight dancing on an unquiet stream.
"Whis," Lord Beerus asks, "is that—
"Autonomous Ultra Instinct?" Another destroyer calls out.
"It would appear so, my lord."
"In training, Gohan said he wanted to achieve a form beyond a super saiyan god's abilities. Who knew it would take this long to see."
"What are you crazy, Piccolo? You mean we're not gonna die?" Krillin explodes after his eyes catch up to the white of Gohan's speed that meticulously dissects the blunt red rage of Jiren's attacks.
"I don't believe it. The boy's incredible." Vegeta exclaims.
Gohan listens to the striations of Jiren's muscles with his own and blocks at the slightest twitch or incling of attack. The wind seems to open up for him and guide his fists to openings and weak points in Jiren's guard. Jiren meets the ground for the first time in the tournament when Gohan blasts a yellow beam that almost tans the alien's skin with its brilliant heat.
"So, you bleed red blood just like me, huh? This must be your first time seeing it yourself. Don't worry your death won't be too bloody. You'll be dust soon enough." Gohan traces the dancing pupils of Jiren with his own and waits for a response before attacking again. But Jiren is unfazed; instead, Jiren's power skyrockets and Gohan watches as a purple ball of energy illuminates the battle field.
Gohan kicks the energy blast skyward, Jiren seeps through the ball of energy he encapsulated himself in and latches onto Gohan. Gohan breaks Jiren's grip and kicks his inside leg, turning Jiren's face towards him and allowing him to head butt him.
Gohan rises into the air and places his hands above his head, "Masenko! Ha!" A yellow wave engulfs Jiren, he watches as particles emitting off of him twinkle and burn. Jiren climbs higher, and higher through the storm, but he can not withstand the power.
Frieza holds Goku up so he can witness his son's victory. Goku's breathing is irregular now, and Frieza has not spoken to him out of fear that conversation might drain too much energy.
Jiren's shimmering body still stands only trickled with blood. "You're finished." He calls out to the man in blue and orange.
Gohan stands even taller, allowing the sheer power of his new form to slightly levitate him off the ground. "My name is Son Gohan and I am the one who will defeat you."
Jiren raises his arm and motions Gohan to come forward, Gohan races forward with all he has. Jiren opens his palm, revealing an immense power lying dormant ever since they first started trading blows.
Gohan stares into the rotating darkness harnessed within Jiren's hand.
III.
"It would appear this fight was not how we originally perceived it."
"What're you blabbering on about Whis? Why doesn't Gohan end this?"
"My lord, it seems that Jiren has only been using but a fraction of his power on Gohan, and he has been storing the rest of it in this attack of his he now presents to the boy. A genius move, Beerus I would like to say it's been an honor being your angel and—"
"Wait just one second, what's Goku doing now?
IV.
"Gohan!" Goku shouts.
"D-dad?"
Goku's tattered, smiling figure appears before him; coming together from the rays of light that shine down on the stage.
"The worst part about this is, I know I'm going to miss you, Gohan. My best friend." Goku welcomes the light of the devastating beam and slowly dissipates into the circulating air around him. The blast swallows Goku whole as he falls forward into the complete absence of darkness. Gohan lunges towards Goku's fading figure but is only greeted with the soft remaining heat his body endured.
The arena is silenced by the heroic act, the spirit of Goku reached even that of the already erased universes. Becoming a member of the millions of voices who once called out in fear, who once called out for Goku to save them but never will again. Gohan and Jiren stare at one another through the haziness of smoke. Jiren turns his back to him in contempt.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, it would appear that Jiren has made a grave mistake," the Grand Minister announces to the crowd, "Due to his killing of another member of an opposing Universe, he is hereby disqualified."
A cold hand rests on Gohan's naked shoulder, "Stand up Gohan." Freiza says. "Your father would want you to stand."
Frieza walks away, his limping and the gasps of the benches flood Gohan's ears. "It isn't fair," he thought. "I know it isn't fair. My wife, my daughter, my father, my friends all depend on me out of love, and I let them down."
Belmod's face manages to become even paler beyond the white makeup caking his face, "Your majesties, please understand that it was only an accident on Jiren's end. If you let him finish the last two opponents, I promise there will be great, big fireworks."
"Fireworks?" The Grand Zenos stare at the God with intrigue.
"That's enough clown," Vegeta stammers, "You lost fair and square by the rules now either take your death like a man or cry about it, I don't care. But you're not going to—"
"We have declared the tournament is not over. It's been too much fun to just end like this."
Vegeta's tight fist draws blood from his palms. Universe Seven's greatest fighters sit without hope. "You monsters," Vegeta gargles his anger in disbelief. "Kakarot gave his life, sacrificed his sayain pride for this? You should be embarrassed beyond the purple dresses you two wear and kneel before the Sayain prince you see before you. Even if you erase us all, the echo of our pride will still reverberate in every warrior race to come. I am not going to sit idly by while a warrior sharing my sayain blood has his name and pride tarnished. His name was Kakarot!" Vegeta tastes the tears hovering above his lips. He tries to speak again but the presence of divinity before him is overwhelming, his power; his pride is nothing but primitive tools to them. "You see, you pretentious bastards, I am what you're built to destroy. But there's one thing a sayain can never watched be destroyed. His pride!" The calm blue of the sky seems to dance around Vegeta, he fixates a cold and calculated stare on the two child-like Grand Zenos overlooking the arena. Vegeta speeds at them with tamed precision until a snap of Grand Minister's fingers throws the sayain's body into the wind where it disappears.
"I am so sorry Sire's. It seems the sayain race has a quicker temper than we anticipated. Wait, what's this?"
Universe Seven stands in disbelief while looking at one another with excitement doused in hope.

In the distance, Gohan's body explodes with a vague energy so distraught the God's cover their eyes.