The morning sun bathed the city in a golden hue as Gogeta stood atop the tallest building he could find—Stark Tower, though it hadn't yet been renamed. The wind tugged at the long fusion sash at his waist, and he looked down at the world he'd only seen through screens and movie theaters. Now, it was real.
This… is insane.
Three years before the Avengers would assemble. Before Loki's arrival. Before New York was scorched by alien fire. But he could see it all laid out ahead of him—the pieces moving slowly into place.
And he was no longer a mere observer.
He'd walked the city streets, watched Tony Stark's cocky smirk on a newsfeed in Times Square, and passed by an off-duty Steve Rogers sketching in Central Park under a baseball cap.
But no one recognized him.
Not yet.
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Gogeta turned his attention inward. In the back of his mind, he could feel the hum—a quiet storm of cosmic and divine energy. Angelic power threaded through his soul like silver lightning, balanced by the boundless rage and passion of Broly's potential. All caged behind the calm, calculating mind of a fused warrior.
He flexed his fingers. Reality responded with a flicker of distortion around his hands.
This wasn't just ki anymore. He had access to abilities mortals in this world would call divine. Instant movement across time, invulnerability to reality-warping, perfect control of cosmic balance.
The Grand Priest's gifts flowed through him.
But with such power came attention.
And someone had been watching him for hours now.
"You can stop hiding," Gogeta said aloud, his voice calm but layered with restrained power. "Your cloak of invisibility is good, but not good enough."
The air shimmered, and from thin space, a golden portal opened like a blooming flower.
From it stepped a bald woman in golden robes, with piercing eyes that bore through time itself.
"The Ancient One," Gogeta murmured. "Took you long enough."
She didn't speak immediately, only stepped onto the rooftop beside him. Her hands were folded neatly in front of her, her aura restrained but deliberate.
"You do not belong to this timeline," she said simply, voice like a whisper across still water. "You are not of this universe, yet you pulse with the energies of multiversal scale. Your presence disrupts the natural balance."
Gogeta didn't look at her. He continued to gaze across the skyline, amused. "You're right. I don't belong. And yet… I'm here." He turned, meeting her eyes. "And I'm not leaving."
"You could fracture reality just by existing."
"I could also fix it with a snap of my fingers."
The Ancient One's gaze narrowed. "That is not your responsibility. Nor your right."
He sighed, finally facing her fully. "Let me guess. You're here to stop me?"
She didn't answer—only raised a single hand and began weaving golden sigils through the air, ancient runes dancing along her fingers. The rooftop trembled beneath them as the world seemed to blur at the edges.
Gogeta watched patiently. He respected her power, her discipline, her knowledge. But it wouldn't matter.
The moment the spell activated, a circle of shifting dimensions opened around them.
And he blinked.
Literally.
With a flicker, he stepped out of the pocket dimension as if it were nothing but a curtain of mist.
The Ancient One's eyes widened just slightly.
"That was cute," Gogeta said, cracking his neck lazily. "But you're going to have to do a hell of a lot better than that."
The very fabric of reality around them shifted again as she summoned multiple mirror dimensions simultaneously, layering them like kaleidoscopic barriers. Buildings bent inward. Gravity inverted. Time twisted.
And Gogeta simply walked forward, unfazed.
"Let me guess. 'The bill comes due,' right?" he asked with a grin. "That whole speech?"
The Ancient One summoned her staff and lunged forward with surprising speed, her weapon a blur of golden afterimages.
She struck—once, twice, five times in succession. Each blow landed… but didn't move him an inch.
He stood like an immovable mountain, letting her attacks crash against his chest like paper in the wind.
"Interesting," Gogeta said, grabbing her staff mid-strike. "You're fast. Trained. But you're not used to fighting someone like me."
She spun to summon the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak. They slithered out like red serpents, wrapping around his limbs in an instant.
But before they could even tighten—he flexed.
The bands shattered like glass.
And for the first time, the Ancient One stepped back.
"You…" she said slowly, "You wield power on par with the Celestials."
He shrugged. "More like above them. But don't worry—I'm not here to destroy your timeline. Quite the opposite."
"What are you, then?" she asked, staff lowered.
Gogeta paused, and the wind stirred around them as if nature itself leaned in to hear the answer.
"I'm the insurance policy," he said. "For a world that's going to need more than a team of Avengers. I know what's coming. Thanos. Dormammu. Kang. Multiversal collapse."
He stepped forward, voice quiet now.
"You think I'm a danger. I'm the one keeping the danger out."
The Ancient One studied him in silence, her hands slowly relaxing at her sides.
"And what happens," she asked, "when you become the danger?"
Gogeta didn't smile this time. His expression was still, resolute.
"Then you better hope your Avengers are enough to stop me."
She nodded once. "Then I will watch. And I will warn others. You've made a storm ripple across fate."
With a twist of her wrist, she opened another golden portal.
"And the Sorcerer Supreme… is always watching."
As she stepped through and vanished, Gogeta looked up at the sky.
This world was already starting to react to him.
And he hadn't even started having fun yet.