Multiverse Conquest Starting from Dragon Ball

"Great King of Destruction..."

He murmured the title, his mind drifting to an old Namekian legend.

If his instincts were right, this so-called Great King of Destruction was none other than Slug Sama— the ancient Namekian warlord from legend.

Like Piccolo, Slug was a Namekian. When his homeworld faced catastrophe, he was cast into the void, eventually arriving on a barren planet where he grew into a ruthless conqueror. 

A Super Namekian with a heart steeped in darkness, even King Kai once speculated that his power rivaled or exceeded Frieza's— perhaps even the strength of a Super Saiyan.

Of course, in reality, he wasn't quite on that level.

But that wasn't the real concern.

The real concern was Slug's emergence in this timeline.

If this Great King of Destruction was truly Slug Sama, then it meant this iteration of the Dragon Ball universe was more convoluted than Jiang Chen had anticipated.

"Could this be a fusion of different timelines?" Jiang Chen mused, a mixture of intrigue and wariness flickering across his face.

The Dragon Ball Universe was a strange and unpredictable place— one where realities could bend and merge in unforeseen ways, sometimes rivaling even the chaos of multiversal conflicts found in other fictional realms.

With the sheer number of spin-offs and alternate storylines that had cropped up over time, the boundaries of this world had always been fluid.

And soon, his suspicions were confirmed.

The Great King of Destruction was indeed a Namekian.

That much was now undeniable.

Jiang Chen's lips twitched at the thought.

Shocking as this was for him, the rest of the North Galaxy was even more shaken.

Slug's presence had sent ripples throughout the cosmos, but nowhere was the impact greater than within Frieza's empire.

Two warlords.

Both claiming dominion over the North Galaxy.

They were like oil and fire— destined to collide.

Their conflict had been escalating for over six months.

Compared to the dozen or so Frieza Force bases Jiang Chen had dismantled, each battle between Slug and Frieza left entire sectors in ruins.

In one particularly devastating engagement—

Slug's forces had wiped out every single one of Frieza's western outposts.

With that, Frieza's gaze shifted entirely to Slug.

'Jiang Chen? He was no longer even a blip on the tyrant's radar.'

After all, in Frieza's eyes, Jiang Chen was just a minor nuisance.

But Slug?

Slug was an existential threat to his empire.

The Frieza Force began a massive mobilization and Slug's forces gathered in response.

A battle to decide the true ruler of the North Galaxy was brewing.

The tension in the cosmos was palpable.

…

In the heart of the North Galaxy—

Aboard his massive warship—

Frieza remained seated on his floating throne.

"Frieza Sama, nearly a third of our eastern territories have already fallen to Slug's forces. Another third is under direct siege."

A trembling subordinate delivered the report.

"Ohohoho... How audacious. This Great King of Destruction is certainly entertaining." Frieza's chuckle echoed, his tone cold enough to freeze space itself.

None of the aliens in his presence dared to meet his gaze.

Those who had served Frieza long enough understood this mood well.

He was furious.

One wrong word could mean instant annihilation.

"Amami, send word to all forces in the east, north, and south. I want them assembled immediately." Frieza's tail lazily flicked against his throne. "And inform my dear brother that I will not tolerate that pompous slug escaping into his sector."

Bowing deeply, the subordinate responded at once.

"Yes, Frieza Sama!"

With that, the Frieza Force sprang into action.

Countless warships moved into formation.

At the same time—

In the western expanse of the North Galaxy—

Aboard another colossal warship—

Slug sat upon his dark throne.

His sheer presence weighed down on those in the room like an inescapable force.

"Slug Sama, the Frieza Force has begun assembling. Their fleets are converging from the eastern, northern, and southern quadrants."

A subordinate relayed the information with deference.

"Hahaha!" Slug's laughter rumbled like distant thunder.

"Excellent!"

His grin widened, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"I've long desired to test the so-called Emperor of the Universe."

"Let's see who truly deserves to rule this galaxy!"

Slug's laughter reverberated through the warship as the tides of battle surged toward an inevitable collision.

…

With the war between the Great King of Destruction Slug and the self-proclaimed Emperor of the Universe, Frieza, erupting, the entire North Galaxy descended into chaos. The once-established order was shattered, and in its place, anarchy reigned. Uncertainty, fear, and destruction spread like wildfire across the cosmos.

Over the past year, Slug had steadily encroached upon Frieza's domain, further fueling the turmoil. Panic gripped the scattered factions of the North Galaxy as the balance of power wavered.

At the heart of this conflict—

In the eastern sector of the North Galaxy, entire planets had vanished into cosmic dust, obliterated in the wake of mounting battles. And yet, the true confrontation had yet to begin. Neither Slug nor Frieza had personally entered the fray.

When they did, the war would reach its peak.

Frieza's commands echoed across his empire, summoning his forces from every corner of the galaxy. Meanwhile, Slug mustered his own armies, preparing for the inevitable showdown.

Sensing the impending catastrophe, entire civilizations sought refuge in deep space, fleeing the battleground. Only the foolish or the doomed remained.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Massive warships streaked through the void.

…

Half a year passed.

The eastern quadrant of the North Galaxy became a battlefield.

On one side, the Frieza Force, an empire built upon conquest, had gathered its mightiest legions.

On the other, Slug's dark army, forged through blood and ambition, stood ready.

For the first time in centuries, an entity rivaling Frieza's rule had emerged.

A colossal flagship loomed in the distance, its hatch slowly opening as Frieza drifted forward in his hover pod, his chilling laughter cutting through space.

"Oh ho ho… What an impressive force you've gathered." His crimson eyes gleamed with mockery as he gazed across the battlefield.

"I never imagined a Namekian would be foolish enough to wield dark magic. Tell me, Slug, do you truly believe these lesser demons will give you an edge?"

Across the void, the opposing warship released a hiss of pressurized air, revealing Slug's towering figure.

His physique dwarfed that of Piccolo, his presence radiating overwhelming dominance. Just standing there, his sheer Ki pressed down upon Frieza's soldiers like an unseen force.

"Frieza, I'll give you one chance," Slug's voice rumbled like thunder. "Submit to me, and I will allow you to rule at my side. Refuse, and you will perish."

Frieza's smirk widened, his amusement fading into cold disdain.

"Oho ho ho… How arrogant. A mere Namekian dares to order me to kneel?"

His tail flicked impatiently, irritation flashing in his gaze. Never before had anyone issued such a demand to him.

"Frieza Sama, allow me to dispose of him," Ginyu stepped forward, bowing.

"Captain Ginyu, you lack the strength for this battle. Focus on eradicating his minions." Frieza's tone was final and with a single step forward, his aura surged.

A tidal wave of energy erupted around him.

His battle power— once an already monstrous 500,000— skyrocketed past One Million in an instant.

But he wasn't done.

His body contorted, muscle and bone shifting as he rapidly transformed.

Within moments, his final form emerged— sleek, refined, and utterly terrifying.

…

(To Be Continued)

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