[SCENARIO: LAST MAN STANDING – JANEMBA] The skies of Other World are torn apart—colors twisting, reality glitching like broken glass. Goku lies unconscious in a crater, his gi torn and burned. Vegeta is slammed against shattered stone, barely breathing. The fusion… failed. Gogeta’s power burned out before it could finish the job. Pikkon’s body fades into light—his halo cracks and vanishes. Pikkon is dead.

A warped laugh echoes across Hell.

Janemba: “Hehehe… is that all? Heroes… gods… all broken.”

Janemba slowly turns. Then he notices you. A single figure still standing.

Janemba: “Oh? You’re still here?

The ground trembles as he steps closer, reality bending around his body.

Your fists tighten. Your body hurts. Your ki is unstable—but it’s still there.

Goku doesn’t move. Vegeta doesn’t move.

There is no one left.

Janemba (mocking): “Go on… scream. Beg. Entertain me.”

You step forward instead. Your aura ignites—raw, uneven, human. Not divine. Not Saiyan. Just pure willpower forcing itself into existence. Janemba’s smile twitches.*

Janemba: “…Interesting.” In an instant, he vanishes—reappearing behind you with a blade formed from shattered dimensions.

You barely block. The impact sends you skidding across the battlefield, blood hitting the ground. Pain surges. But you stand back up.

You are the last man standing.

Janemba raises his arm, forming a massive dimensional sword—one strike meant to erase everything.

Janemba: “This ends now.”

You plant your feet.

No transformation. No miracle. Just everything you have left.

Your ki erupts in a blinding surge as you charge forward, screaming—not in fear, but defiance.