After having dealt with having their powers and abilities nullified by Ultimecia's magic for the past few hours, dealing with the various monsters to gradually build them back up to working order. Squall and his friends had pushed their way to the bridge that connected to Ultimecia's palace. The sound of the Clock Tower striking in perpetuity filling the air. Stuck in time as time... didn't pass or reverse. It was stuck in a single point of non moving. For Ultimecia had compressed all of time into a single point, in order to absorb the very reality they existed in. That, is what Squall and his friends were trying to prevent, unfortunately... They failed to stop time compressing, now they were tasked with something that would likely be the end of them all. To prevent Ultimecia from aborbing all of existence and becoming a living god. Now as they open the door, they realize the futility of their efforts as Ultimecia is shown waiting for them, a laid-back way. One of her finger-claw appendages scratching her cheek as she welcomed the group.

"I am pleasantly surprised that you have come this far... Although I see you did so with losses on your end." Ultimecia said as she casually warped the bodies of Irvine and Quistis next to her, the both of them floating in a slow moving circle around her. Their limbs limp and hanging down. Quistis' normally blonde hair soaked orange-ish from the wound in her head. Irvine's trenchcoat in shambles, shredded for the most part with a slice mark visible on his throat. The result of an aero spell from one of the monsters down below in the lower levels of Ultimecia's castle. The surviving group's condition wasn't much better. Most of them covered in deep cuts or bruises everywhere and anywhere they could be. The only ones that were not hurt in the slightest were the two that were strongest physically, Squall and Zell. Both in a league of their own, although the strongest between the two was not known; or, who would win in a fight either. Such a question though is somewhat inappropriate at this point. As they'll be able to see who is based on who defeats Ultimecia... if they do.

Squall sighed as the bodies spun slowly in their rotation, not exactly the type to like seeing his friends/comrades being manipulated even after death. It was out of taste for him, especially since he had grown close with all of his friends after getting out of his social recluse and inverted standpoint on friends and anyone getting close to him.

"What's wrong Squall? You don't particularly like seeing your friends' dead? I... understand that loosely, although I feel my situation was much worse. I think I can make it a little bit better for you, would you like your friends to be alive? Would that suit your fancy?" Ultimecia asked as she tapped the air surrounding her. The wounds on the dead teammates healing up instantaneously, as if they had never existed in the first place. Irvine's throat slash non-existent, Quistis' head wound gone. All of their minor wounds gone as well. Standing on their feet now in suspended motion, tendrils of magic extended from Ultimecia's fingertips. Embeded into Quistis and Irvine's backs. Their eyes opening as they began struggling intensely, trying to break free of Ultimecia's control. Screaming out as their bodies were invaded, as were their minds. Zell getting emotionally charged, although he was stopped by Squall. Whom put a hand out in front of him.

"Don't be so hasty... We don't know if we can mess something up beyond fixing..."

We may be able to cut the ties from Ultimecia, and keep them revived. It's a stretch... but it's possible.

"Whatever you do Zell, just don't do anything stupid. Alright?" Squall said as he looked Zell straight in the eyes, nodding at him and giving him a pat on the shoulder. The talk seemingly having calmed Zell down enough. Squall turned back to Ultimecia as he drew his Gunblade, the Lionheart. Blue and white, with a bizarre handle. Of course unruly handles were not an issue for Squall, since he was a master of using weapons that had handles that are seemingly incompatible with swords. The blade glowed with magical energy and Pulse Ammunition, creating an odd and powerful new energy source. A mixed one, more powerful than his own magic or Pulse ammunition alone. The rest of his group following suit, Zell having already put on his Ehrgeiz Gauntlets, which were special because the power they brought about with each strike was dependent on the skill of the user in hand to hand combat regardless of strength, Selphie bringing out her Strange Vision Nunchaku, special in that they were incredibly accurate regardless of the user's skills, of which Selphie had in abundance. Rinoa activated her Shooting Star Blaster Edge, special in that it was a devastatingly powerful projectile based wrist shooter. Capable of piercing or slicing into the toughest of armours. Now as the two formerly dead submitted their bodies and their minds to Ultimecia they prepared for a battle.

"Just to make things more interesting... I know one of these two is nothing compared to the other. So I think I'll make it interesting by powering up the both of them to far beyond their normal limits, if only for a temporary amount of time. I figure the two of them with their limits surpassed should be more than sufficient to take on the rest of you. Now puppets, make the insolent SeeD dance for their lives!" As she spoke the last word, Irvine and Quistis surged forward. The both of them so quick they covered the distance in almost no time at all. Irvine quick drawing his hand cannon and firing it point blank in Zell's face. A small explosion going off that clouded the vision of everyone, nothing but smoke in the nearby area. The silhouette of Quistis showing as she spun her whip in the air, lashing out for Selphie. Selphie none the wiser as she held tight onto her nunchaku that were now struck down by the whip. Shattering it upon impact. The smoke clearing out as Squall casted a spell, two mini tornadoes forming that dispersed the sight cloggers into the magic funnel. Selphie's nunchaku however seemed to have another property to them, regeneration. The chain connecting the two magic maces reforming and reconnecting. Selphie taking the moment to grab them and strike at Quistis. However, even as accurate as they were, Quistis was much too fast. Dodging the strike and unleashing a whip crack across Selphie's face. Taking Selphie down immediately. Groaning in pain as the whip cut deep into her cheek. Now down on the ground with her hands covering the area where she was struck. Quistis walking forward as she was getting ready to strangle the downed Selphie when out of nowhere a loud *POP* was heard and Quistis was sent flying into a wall. A fist still stuck in suspended animation, Zell's fist. His face, perfectly unharmed from the point blank shot from Irvine's Hand Cannon.

Odd, punched it so fast and moved away so fast that it stopped in its tracks, exploded, and still had enough time to gain some momentum for a few seconds.

Zell smiled as he cracked his neck on both sides. Getting his fists ready as he ran back to Irvine and disrupted his battle with Squall. Punching him so hard that he almost went through the castle wall. Now on his tippy toes hopping about and almost howling.

"Yeah! Can't touch this, and can't avoid it either! Is that all you guys have!?" Zell voiced proudly as he observed the two of them getting up from the walls, almost zombie like. Completely devoid of emotion.

"Didn't know that your guys' limits were so small, also didn't know that going beyond that still makes you a snail in comparison. I think I can take the both of them on from here guys, go ahead and take a breather Squall, Selphie, and Rinoa. I got this!" Zell shouted, gleaming as much as he could. Truth be told he was a rather confident fellow when he wasn't being insulted, cocky even. In all the time of this despair, his contrasting attitude and love for battle was a breath of fresh air that could raise any morale. Squall smirked a tiny bit, waving him off.

"Have fun..."

"Alright! Time to knock you suckers unconscious!" Zell then disappeared from sight, appearing behind Irvine. Raising his knee and spinning, then driving it into his back before he could react.

"BOOYAH!!!" Zell shouted again, now driving his step back, then going forward on his strong foot as he drove his foot forward into Irvine's back. Sending him flying around and ping ponging him around the entire palace before ending it with a double axehandle to his back. Driving him straight into the ground. The magic tendrils attached to him dissipating away, Zell holding a thumbs up.

"One down!" Zell began racing for Quistis as she slowly raised her whip, getting ready to strike at Squall. To Zell though, everything was snail's pace. As if it was going in slow-motion. Except for him of course, now wanting to test his strength he stopped behind Quistis, raised his foot in the air, and stomped down with authority. Kicking up the piece of castle that Quistis was standing on and quickly going underneath it. Lifting the giant chunk with his own bare strength. A smile on his face all the time as he leaped into the air hundreds of feet, then lifting himself ontop of the chunk. Throwing Quistis down to the ground, then with a small bit of effort, kicked the chunk down at her. The chunk smashing on top of her at an incredible speed, knocking her unconscious immediately, the force so great that Ultimecia's control of her faded away as well. The magic tendrils fading away all together. Ultimecia left with an annoyed looked on her face as she observed everything Zell did with a keen eye. Not appreciative of Zell single handedly dealing with the enhanced SeeD members. With what looked like no effort whatsoever. Squall and Rinoa were by Selphie at that point, tending to her wound with a small healing spell. Enough to bring her back up to her feet in time to catch Ultimecia beginning to speak and Zell landing right next to them.

"I seem to have underestimated all of you, especially Zell. I have what I can only assume to be a sufficiently powered conjuration that can deal with you lot altogether. Allow me to show you a warrior from beyond your realm!" Ultimecia raised a small orb in her hand before tapping it with her finger, the orb then began to fill a bright red colour. Before it erupted and formed into a Hulking beast of an animal. A Centauric warrior with a magical aura about him. A bow in his hand, with what seemed like spectral arrows. In fact, everything about him was spectral. His very immersion into the world however, caused great catastrophe to Time Compression. Almost completely ridding the spell. Ultimecia was immediately alarmed, quickly rising from her throne and sending the beast back to its realm. Now trying her best to reverse the effects as her castle was now falling apart. Somehow now, this gave Ellone the chance to use her time control powers to slowly pry open and rip the threads of time into shambles. To prevent Ultimecia from reforming it and hopefully to prevent her from compressing time into a single point. Six shards time shattered into, each one the group were divided into. What was formerly a cloudy sky was now six large rips in a void, each one a different point in time, a different segment of repeating eternity. Squall, Quistis, Selphie, Rinoa, Zell, and Irvine were now surrounded in white auras as their bodies were warped away into their own shard of time...except Rinoa. Whom was destined to be stuck in the shard Ultimecia resided in. Squall trying his best to fight the pull that was tugging him into the crack in reality. But, as someone who could not fly, and as someone that was trying to fight against an ever-changing fate. He could not stop its pull. Holding a hand out at Rinoa, Rinoa doing the same. He was then sucked into the rip he was destined to be in. That's when it all went black.

=An Open Plain=

"Hyaah!!!" Oob shouted as he surged forward with a flying punch with his right arm, aimed for Gohan. Gohan meets it by stopping his hand in mid-punch, flipping Oob over himself and throwing him to the ground. Now with Oob in the process of recovering, Gohan turns to be met with a fist to the cheek from his Father. His head turning slightly from the force, taking advantage of the situation, Gohan turns against the punch and powers through Goku's arm. Grabbing the back of his gi and chucking him over at Oob. Goku falls ontop of Oob, knocking the both of them down onto the ground, Goku tumbling a little bit before recovering with a flip. Running down towards Oob and planting him on his feet before ascending into the air at Gohan again. Oob finding it difficult to stay on his feet, sweating profusely at the intensity of this sparring session.

I... I can't continue on like this much longer... even with all of this training and conditioning... my stamina just cannot keep up with them.

Gohan looked down at Oob, almost glaring before he yelled at him.

"Push it Oob! You're never going to get better if you don't try to surpass your limits!" Gohan, while saying it took his attention off of Goku, leaving him susceptible. Feeling his breath leave him as Goku had risen with a rising uppercut for his gut. A visible bulge in Gohan's back as he was suddenly and violently thrown back into the air, similar the cause and effect was to holding a rubber band between two fingers, stretching it as far as it'll go, and then releasing one of your fingers from it. Gohan's body in this case would be the rubber band. Goku, the releasing finger. Oob now rose into the air, nodding his head as his barely visible pink aura raised again. Going in pursuit of Gohan with his mentor.

Gohan recovers soon after, flipping in the air. Feeling the presence of his Father teleporting behind him, turning around immediately Gohan swings for Goku whom retaliates with another instance of instant transmission. Gohan continues swinging for Goku only to hit nothing but air, Goku's skill in using the teleporting technique having improved dramatically since the days they had fought Boo. All those years ago. Goku's look serious as he aptly timed his usage of his technique.

From behind Gohan, Oob was fast approaching. Pink ki emanating from his fist as he left a trailblaze behind him. Yelling out as he pushed himself to the limit. Closing his eyes as his yell became an otherworldly roar. The image of the Majin appearing as his ki formed into the form of a very familiar foe... Pure Boo. Gohan and Goku looked back as Oob was getting dangerously close in relativity to Gohan. Gohan's eyes going wide before Goku grabbed his shoulder, teleporting the both of them down to the ground as Oob's attack missed. His power having surged much past any other technique he had used. However, the attack died and with it Oob fell exhausted. Goku immediately teleporting to him and catching him. Bringing him down to the ground so that he can rest. Goku smiled a bit, looking back to Gohan.

"I think he followed what you said..."

"That's good, but that technique he showed... has he ever showed that to you before?" Gohan asked whilst wiping his brow.

"No, that just came out of nowhere. Don't know where it came from."

"I see, well. Hopefully he can remember how to use that, we may be able to help him use it efficiently. That was a large amount of power concentrated there."

"Yeah." Goku said as he began stretching, Gohan doing the same.

"Ready for the real round?" Gohan asked just before the very Earth itself, no... the universe itself shook violently. Gohan falling to the ground and Goku's ki failing him as he too was forced to the ground. The effects so great that every sentient being felt not only their physical selves being shook, but their souls and spirits as well. As time shattered into its selective pieces. The time they were in, it's small point to point choice cut being isolated from the rest of time. A cut across the universal fabric being made not only in just this time section, but in all the others. A Time Wound appearing in each one. Visible as a purple slash across the boundaries of space. Visible to anyone and everyone. From the large expanse in this section of time expelled a teenage boy of seventeen years. Dressed in a black bomber jacket, a white V-neck t-shirt. Black jeans, Black combat boots. Interlocking chains across the boy's pants. In his hand an odd weapon, a Gunblade. An unwieldy powerhouse weapon that only the most skilled are capable of using effectively. This boy, surrounded in a fiery orange aura and ki shield, blasted through the universe unconscious. His body's destination, Planet Earth.

"Huh!?"

"Woah!!!"

"What is this!?"

As the tremors eventually calmed, everyone had a chance to look in the skies. Or for those in space, the seemingly infinite expanse. To see the wound, a truly frightening sight. Even for those steel-hearted and use to the impossible.

=The Lookout=

The Lookout, with its tiles and foundation cracked. Had its inhabitants looking to the sky in awe as well as uncertainty.

"W-what do you think it could be?" Dende asked Piccolo who was looking at the tear himself.

"I- I'm not sure, it doesn't give off any energy signature... what can it be?" Piccolo pondered as he tried his hardest to get any energy signature...

"Wait! There's... one enormous energy signature I can feel all the way from here, it's gigantic and it... seems to be coming here for Earth!" Piccolo shouted, the energy he felt had just entered through the Time Wound.

"But... it's not evil or good... it's neutral. No alignment..." Piccolo now stood perplexed, surely something with that large an energy signature had to have a reason for suddenly bursting into existence. Was it planning on destruction? It had to of been, what other purpose could there be?

=Goku and Gohan=

"You feel that Dad?"

"It's immense..."

"Yeah, it's getting very near. You should take Oob somewhere safe and come back here."

Goku nodded, picking Oob up and slumping him over his left shoulder. Using his right hand to bring his fingers to his forehead, teleporting away instantly. Then a few seconds later returning with Gohan. The both of them looking towards the sky as what seemed like a shooting star zipped across, disappearing almost as instantly as it had appeared. In the distance towards a large arid desert a large explosion could be seen. Gohan and Goku throwing their hands up to cover their faces as the shockwave and wind could be felt all the way from their position.

"Ghh!"

"Hugh!"

The both of them stayed their guarding their faces as the effects slowly dwindled, the wind slowing down to its former levels and the explosion now nothing more than a large sand-like mushroom cloud. Goku and Gohan now looked perplexed.

"Its energy... it's fading quickly!" Goku and Gohan both said. Looking at one another.

"Hurry, lets get to it fast." Gohan said as he put his hand on his Father's shoulder, Goku quickly teleporting to the now almost non-existent energy source. When they got there, it was hard to see. Desert sand was floating aimlessly, obscuring both of their vision. Gohan looked as hard as he could at the body that had crash landed and left what they could see was a massive crater. What he saw was the silhoutte of a very lithe teenage boy. With an odd weapon in his hand and even odder wear. A style that seemed like it could come from Earth but no one dared try because of its oddness. Goku was the first to speak.

"Since he isn't evil or good... we should take him with us and hope we make a good impression." To this Gohan nodded. A sudden light in Goku's eyes as he clenched his fist and looked upwards.

"And maybe, we may even get him to train with us!" To this Gohan smiled.

"Let's not get too far ahead Dad, he might know about what's happening. It's best we get him to home and get him back in form. He'll probably talk about everything he knows then." Gohan finished his sentence. His father putting a hand on him as he picked up Squall. The three of them teleporting to Gohan's home. Where they lay him on a bed in the guest room, walking out. Goku saying his goodbyes as he went off to tell everyone what had happened and what they found. Gohan going to inform Videl of what had happened and their new friend. Pan sneaking into the room and taking a seat next to the bed, seemingly admiring the unconscious form. Squall however lay in the confines of his own mind. Meeting his own stranger.

=Squall's Mind=

Squall Leonheart...

Who is that!? Show yourself!

Squall looked around frantically in the dark void, everything was nothing. As so it seemed, he had just awaken a few minutes prior and had tried to traverse the new environment he was in. It didn't feel right... His senses were dumbed down in this place, as if he weren't there... but he was. He had to be, there was no other way. How could he be in a state of existence and non-existence without it being a dream. Maybe that was it, maybe he was in some sort of bad dream.

This is no dream, I can assure you that...

The voice echoed throughout the void. Squall now began looking around frantically, he was in the worst of things he could be in... absolute dark. A phobia he had, if not literally, then metaphorically.

Jeez... calm down kid, waaaaayyyy too jumpy...

The voice said in a way that betrayed its voice, its diction seemingly coming from that of a relaxed parent. It was kind of calming, the sudden betrayal of what he assumed was something dark and foreboding. Out of the corner of his eye he saw two orange globes light up as well of a white outline... of a Lion-like being... with wings. Its stature huge, dwarfing him. It was awe-inspiring. Its mere presence commanded respect, on a primal level Squall simply shut his mouth. Its status much higher on the hierarchy than even the Gods known in the timeline he was currently in.

I... I apologise...

Cut the bulls***, messing around with you got boring. How you doin'? Don't answer that, got news for ya. Your fate and destiny are out of control. So much that I can't even keep it down. Listen, you need to be careful... Time is broken as we know it. If there's one thing I ask you, it's that you try your best to correct this to the best of your ability. Good? Sweet, head out there champ!

As everything was beginning to fade into the real-world, he saw a white-light protrude from behind the figure. It was so... alluring. As if he had to see more of it... to be in it. He tried holding his hand out and grasping at it... but it was no use. As he awoke, he gasped. The reality was not as good as the dream. Although it was close...

From what he could see, he could see a very attractive woman that looked no older than 19. She looked well grown if that could be used to describe a female. With a look that reminded him much of... wait... who? He couldn't remember... infact, he couldn't remember anything much at all from before. It was as if everything he remembered had been wiped...

"What are you!?" She yelled at him, Squall looked down to see what he had done... He was grasping a hand full of boob. It would seem that the white light he had been grasping for in his mind, was the woman's breast in the real-world. Being met with a smack across the face.

*PWAAP*

Squall was sent flying into the wall, a smile on his face as well as a large welt. The woman smiled not long after, readjusting her shirt.

"You didn't even want to take me out for dinner. Awfully hasty." She teased.

The look on Squall's face disappeared, rolling his eyes.

"...Whatever."

The woman walked to him and helped him up, Squall broke from her grip and returned to his bed. Sitting on it.

"You're cute when you're sleeping." She said.

"...Creep."

It was her turn for the smile to disappear on her face. Shaking her head as she changed tones.

"Why are you here?"

"Where am I?"