# Fate/Clash: Rift of the Gods
## Prologue: The Tear in Reality
The heavens themselves seemed to shatter under the force of their blows. Each impact sent shockwaves rippling through the atmosphere, disintegrating clouds and warping the very air around them. Super Vegito Blue, the perfect fusion of Goku and Vegeta enhanced by godly ki, faced off against the hulking behemoth that was Legendary Super Saiyan Broly. Their auras—one a brilliant azure flame that danced like divine fire, the other a sickly emerald inferno of raw, untamed power—clashed in a spectacular display visible from planets away.
"Is that all you've got, Broly?" Vegito taunted, his dual-toned voice echoing across the desolate battlefield that had once been a thriving moon. His blue hair stood rigid against the vacuum of space, protected by a shield of pure ki. "I expected more from the so-called 'Legendary Super Saiyan'!"
Broly's response was not words but a primal roar that seemed to distort reality itself. His massive frame, bulging with muscles that continued to expand beyond any rational limit, lurched forward. Eyes vacant of reason but filled with rage locked onto the fusion warrior.
"KAKAROT!" The name tore from Broly's throat, the only coherent thought in his berserk mind.
"Wrong again," Vegito smirked, crossing his arms before uncrossing them in a dramatic stance. "I'm neither Kakarot nor Vegeta. I am Vegito! And I'm going to be the one who finally puts you down!"
Their fists connected with catastrophic force. The collision point glowed white-hot, energy crackling outward in fractal patterns. Something was wrong—Vegito felt it immediately. The fabric of space-time wasn't just bending under their power; it was beginning to tear.
"What the—?" Vegito's eyes widened as he watched cracks form in the very emptiness around them, golden light spilling through like blood from a wound in reality itself.
Broly, oblivious to anything but his rage, pressed forward. His enormous fist connected with Vegito's guard, driving the fusion warrior backward into the spreading rift. Vegito's counterattack—a devastatingly fast combination of punches capped with a Final Kamehameha—caught Broly squarely in the chest, launching the behemoth directly into the growing tear as well.
The rift expanded exponentially, consuming both warriors in a blinding flash of golden light. Their screams of surprise—one calculating, one feral—were swallowed by the void as reality itself seemed to collapse around them.
And then, silence.
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## Chapter 1: Arrival at Chaldea
Ritsuka Fujimaru was having a relatively normal day by Chaldea standards—which meant he was expecting something extraordinary to happen at any moment. As the last Master of Humanity, unexpected was his baseline.
He stood in Chaldea's central command room, SHEBA's massive holographic display of the timeline shimmering before him. Da Vinci, the genius Caster with the appearance of the Mona Lisa herself, studied the readings with unusual intensity.
"Something's wrong," she muttered, her elegant fingers dancing across holographic controls. "SHEBA is detecting an anomaly, but it's... different."
Mash Kyrielight, Ritsuka's most loyal Servant and shield-bearer, adjusted her glasses nervously. "Different how, Da Vinci-san?"
"It's not a Singularity, not exactly. More like..." Da Vinci's eyes widened. "A breach. Something is tearing through from another reality entirely."
As if responding to her words, alarms blared throughout the facility. The holographic display of the timeline warped, a pulsing red distortion appearing directly over Chaldea's current coordinates.
"It's here!" Da Vinci gasped. "Whatever it is, it's coming through now!"
The floor beneath them trembled. Lights flickered throughout the command center as Chaldea's power systems struggled under some invisible strain. Several technicians abandoned their stations, seeking shelter from falling debris as ceiling panels crashed down.
"Master, get behind me!" Mash called out, her shield materializing in her hands as she moved to protect Ritsuka.
The air in the center of the command room seemed to fold in on itself, a point of golden light expanding outward into a swirling vortex. Wind whipped through the room, sending papers flying and console screens cracking under the pressure.
And then two figures burst through the rift—one lean and blue-haired, his outfit some strange combination of an orange gi and blue bodysuit, the other a hulking mass of muscle with wild green hair and eyes full of mindless rage.
They crashed into opposite walls of the command center, creating impact craters in the reinforced material. The golden rift collapsed behind them with a sound like thunder, leaving nothing but a faint smell of ozone in its wake.
For a moment, silence reigned in the command room. Then the blue-haired warrior pushed himself from the wreckage, dusting off his clothing as if he'd merely tripped rather than been hurled through dimensions.
"Well," Vegito said with a cocky grin that somehow combined Goku's innocent charm and Vegeta's arrogant smirk, "that was different."
Across the room, Broly began to stir as well, debris falling from his massive shoulders as he rose to his full, intimidating height.
Mash immediately positioned herself between the strangers and her Master, shield raised. "Identify yourselves!" she demanded, her normally gentle voice firm with resolve.
Vegito turned toward the pink-haired girl with curious eyes. He could sense that despite her appearance, she possessed significant power—though nothing close to his own level. The others in the room registered as barely more than insects to his godly senses. Yet something was off... the energy here felt different, operating on principles he wasn't familiar with.
"The name's Vegito," he announced, placing a hand on his chest with pride. "And that charming fellow over there is Broly. Sorry about the entrance, but we were in the middle of something."
As if triggered by hearing his name, Broly's eyes focused on Vegito once more. With a guttural growl, he began stomping forward, his green aura flaring to life around him, cracking the floor with each step.
"KAKAROT!" Broly roared again.
"Oh, for—" Vegito sighed, his blue aura igniting in response. "We're still doing this? Fine by me!"
"Wait!" Ritsuka called out, stepping forward despite Mash's protective gesture. "You can't fight here! You'll destroy the entire facility!"
Vegito glanced at the human who had dared to address him and was surprised by what he sensed—virtually no power level to speak of, and yet the young man carried himself with the confidence of someone who had faced gods. More intriguingly, Vegito could sense strange connections linking this boy to multiple sources of power throughout the facility.
Before Vegito could respond, Da Vinci raised her staff, inscribing a complex magical formula in the air. "Command Seal restriction field, deploy!"
A translucent dome of energy expanded outward from her staff, washing over the entire command center. Vegito felt an odd sensation pass through him—not painful, but strange, as if some external force was gently pressing against his power, urging it to settle.
To everyone's surprise, Broly's green aura flickered and then receded. The hulking Saiyan blinked in confusion, his rage momentarily disrupted by whatever Da Vinci had done. He remained massive and intimidating, but the mindless fury in his eyes had dimmed to mere aggression.
"Fascinating," Da Vinci murmured, studying both newcomers with intense scientific curiosity. "My theory was correct. They're responding to the Command Seal energy matrix like Servants, even though they clearly aren't typical Heroic Spirits."
Vegito raised an eyebrow, letting his own aura dissipate. "I don't know what you did, lady, but I'm impressed. Not many can calm that beast down." He rolled his shoulders casually. "Now, would someone mind explaining where exactly we are? This clearly isn't Universe 7... or any of the other eleven I'm familiar with."
Ritsuka stepped forward, offering a hand in greeting. "I'm Ritsuka Fujimaru, last Master of Chaldea. And you've just landed in a facility dedicated to preserving human history across time and space."
Vegito looked at the outstretched hand with amusement before accepting it with a firm shake that Ritsuka managed to withstand without wincing.
"Time and space, huh?" Vegito chuckled. "Well, that explains some things. Looks like our little scuffle tore a hole right through the dimensional barriers." He cast a suspicious glance toward Broly, who was now standing still but breathing heavily, like a volcano momentarily dormant but far from extinct. "Though I have to say, I'm surprised anything could hold back his rage."
"The Command Seal field is designed to regulate Servant energy," Da Vinci explained, approaching cautiously with a handheld scanner. "It won't last forever, especially on entities of your... caliber. But it should give us time to talk."
"Servants?" Vegito questioned.
Mash, still maintaining a defensive posture, explained: "Heroic Spirits summoned from the Throne of Heroes to fight alongside Masters. Legends and myths made manifest through magical contracts."
Vegito's eyes lit up with interest. "Spirits? Heroes?" A competitive grin spread across his face. "Now that sounds like fun."
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## Chapter 2: Gods Among Heroes
The observation room of Chaldea had never felt so small. Vegito lounged casually in a chair clearly not designed for someone of his power level—the metal frame creaked ominously each time he shifted position. Across from him, barely contained by the reinforced observation chamber, Broly sat cross-legged on the floor, still massive but eerily calm under the effects of Da Vinci's Command Seal field.
Behind the safety glass, Ritsuka, Mash, Da Vinci, and Dr. Roman observed the strange visitors.
"Their readings are off the charts," Dr. Roman whispered, examining holographic displays of their scans. "If these metrics are accurate, their power exceeds that of most Divine Spirits we've encountered."
"They're not from our reality," Da Vinci confirmed. "The magical signatures are all wrong. They utilize some form of energy that resembles Od and Mana but follows completely different principles."
Ritsuka studied both figures thoughtfully. "Can they be reasoned with? The blue-haired one—Vegito—seems rational enough, but the other..."
"Broly appears to have periods of lucidity when his rage subsides," Mash observed. "But his mental state seems fragile at best."
Inside the chamber, Vegito's enhanced hearing picked up every word. He smirked, calling out loudly: "You know I can hear you, right? Saiyan hearing is pretty good, especially when you've reached the level of a god."
The observation team froze, exchanging embarrassed glances.
"A god?" Dr. Roman repeated incredulously.
Vegito stood up, stretching casually. The movement caused the reinforced floor to crack slightly beneath his feet. "Well, demi-god might be more accurate. Super Saiyan Blue draws on divine ki—god energy. It's a long story involving a lot of screaming and hair color changes."
Da Vinci activated the intercom. "Perhaps you could tell us this story. The more we understand about you, the better chance we have of finding a way to return you to your own reality."
Vegito crossed his arms, his expression becoming more serious—the Vegeta side of his personality showing through. "I'm not sure you could send us back even if you wanted to. The tear we came through wasn't exactly planned. It was created by the collision of two universe-altering power levels." He jerked his thumb toward Broly. "His uncontrolled power and my perfected god ki."
From his seated position, Broly grunted. His glazed eyes seemed to focus momentarily, scanning the room with something resembling coherent thought.
"Kakarot... not here," he rumbled, his deep voice surprisingly even.
Vegito raised an eyebrow. "Hey, he can form sentences when he's not trying to pulverize me. That's progress."
"Who is Kakarot?" Mash asked cautiously.
"That would be half of me," Vegito explained. "I'm a fusion of two Saiyans—Kakarot, who goes by Goku on Earth, and Prince Vegeta. The Potara earrings I'm wearing combined us into a single warrior greater than the sum of our parts."
Roman's eyes widened. "A fusion entity? That's remarkable. In our world, fusion of spirits is possible but extremely rare and usually unstable."
Vegito grinned. "Nothing unstable about me. I'm the perfect fusion—Vegeta's tactical genius with Kakarot's raw power and instincts." He eyed Broly cautiously. "Under normal circumstances, I'd have already defeated Broly here, but something about coming through that rift seems to have... disrupted things."
Da Vinci nodded thoughtfully. "The transition between realities likely strained even your extraordinary constitution. Plus, the ambient mana of our world operates differently than the energy you're accustomed to."
Before the conversation could continue, the door to the observation room slid open. A tall, imposing figure strode in, golden armor gleaming under the fluorescent lights. His red eyes surveyed the scene with imperial authority.
"I sensed disturbances," Gilgamesh, King of Heroes, announced without preamble. "Two entities of significant power have breached Chaldea's defenses." His gaze fixed on the observation window, studying both Saiyans with undisguised interest. "Curious. They appear human but carry the essence of something far more primitive and divine simultaneously."
Ritsuka cleared his throat nervously. "Ah, Gilgamesh. Yes, we have... visitors from another reality. We're still assessing the situation."
Gilgamesh's lips curled into a slight smile. "Are we now? And has anyone considered what might happen when that green one's restraints inevitably fail?"
As if on cue, Broly's massive frame shuddered. The Command Seal field around him flickered visibly, straining against his slowly resurging power.
Vegito noticed immediately, dropping into a combat stance. "Looks like our temporary truce is about to expire."
Inside the observation chamber, alarms began blaring as Broly rose to his feet. The green aura that had been suppressed started to leak out again, like toxic gas escaping a damaged container.
"The Command Seal field is failing!" Da Vinci announced, frantically working controls. "His power is exponentially increasing, overwhelming the suppression matrix!"
Gilgamesh sighed dramatically. "How tedious. Must I always be the one to maintain order?" Golden ripples appeared in the air behind him as his Gate of Babylon began to open.
"Wait!" Ritsuka intervened. "If you start firing Noble Phantasms in here, you'll destroy half of Chaldea!"
Vegito pressed his face against the observation glass, addressing Ritsuka directly. "Hey, kid! Let me handle this. It's what I was doing before we took our little dimensional detour anyway."
Broly's restraint finally shattered completely. With a roar that caused the reinforced glass to crack, his green aura exploded outward. His already massive muscles bulged further, veins pulsing with power as his eyes once again lost all rationality.
"KAKAROT!" The name erupted from his throat as he charged at Vegito.
The fusion warrior met the charge with a confident smirk. Their collision sent shockwaves throughout the chamber, the floor beneath them cratering instantly.
"We need to move this fight somewhere else!" Vegito called out between blocks and counters. "Unless you want this whole place reduced to rubble!"
Gilgamesh, watching the exchange with growing interest, spoke to Da Vinci. "The Reality Marble simulation chamber. It's designed to withstand Noble Phantasms for training purposes."
Da Vinci's eyes lit up. "Yes! That might work! Ritsuka, authorize emergency protocol Oscar-Seven!"
Ritsuka nodded grimly, placing his hand on a scanner. "Transfer authorized. Mash, we'll need you to shepherd them to the chamber."
Inside the observation room, Vegito continued his defensive battle against Broly, carefully avoiding counterattacks that might bring down the walls. Despite the handicap, he moved with incredible speed, his form blurring as he weaved around Broly's devastating but predictable assaults.
"You know," Vegito commented casually while dodging a punch that could level a mountain, "for someone so strong, your technique is embarrassingly simplistic."
Broly responded with another inarticulate roar, grabbing a piece of broken floor and hurling it at Vegito, who disintegrated it with a casual ki blast from his finger.
The observation window slid open, and Mash leapt into the chamber, shield at the ready. "This way!" she called out. "We have a place where you can fight without destroying critical systems!"
Vegito nodded, delivering a swift kick to Broly's midsection that sent the larger Saiyan staggering backward. "Lead the way, shield girl!"
With surprising agility for his size, Vegito scooped up Broly in a bear hug from behind and rocketed through the door Mash had indicated, carrying the struggling Legendary Super Saiyan like an oversized, thrashing package.
"I assume this training chamber of yours is pretty tough?" Vegito called back to Mash as they raced down a corridor, his flight leaving scorch marks on the floor beneath him.
"It's designed to withstand Noble Phantasms," Mash explained, running at superhuman speed to keep pace. "Manifestations of legendary power capable of reshaping reality."
Vegito laughed, the sound echoing with dual tones of Goku's lightheartedness and Vegeta's arrogance. "Reality-reshaping power, huh? Well, that's about our speed. Let's see what this place is made of!"
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## Chapter 3: Battle in the Reality Marble
The Reality Marble simulation chamber was Chaldea's most impressive technological achievement after SHEBA itself. A massive spherical room with walls composed of mana-conductive materials capable of absorbing and redirecting energy, it could create convincing facsimiles of any environment recorded in Chaldea's databases.
As Vegito burst through the reinforced doors with Broly still struggling in his grip, the chamber was currently configured as a barren rocky wasteland—coincidentally similar to many battlefields from the Dragon Ball universe.
"Now this is more like it!" Vegito exclaimed, releasing Broly with a powerful throw that sent the Legendary Super Saiyan crashing into a distant rock formation. The impact caused the illusion to flicker momentarily before stabilizing.
From an observation booth overlooking the chamber, Ritsuka, Da Vinci, and several other Servants watched with fascination. They had been joined by additional curious Heroic Spirits—the regal Artoria Pendragon, the boisterous Iskandar, the stoic EMIYA, and the ever-childlike Jack the Ripper, who perched on a console watching the spectacle with wide eyes.
"Those two... their power is magnificent," Iskandar commented, his large arms crossed over his broad chest. "They fight with the fury of demigods."
Artoria's expression remained composed, but her eyes tracked every movement with a knight's analytical precision. "The blue-haired one fights with technique and power in perfect harmony. The green one... he's all brute force, but such force I've rarely witnessed."
Below, the battle had resumed in earnest. Free from the constraints of potentially destroying Chaldea, both warriors now unleashed more of their true power.
Vegito's form blurred with speed as he darted around Broly, landing precise strikes that would have crippled lesser beings. Each impact generated shockwaves that the chamber's walls absorbed and redistributed. His blue aura flared brilliantly, casting azure light across the simulated landscape.
"Come on, Broly! Is that all you've got?" Vegito taunted, hovering in mid-air. "I was expecting more from the supposedly legendary warrior!"
Broly's response was a primal scream of rage. The ground beneath him shattered as he launched himself skyward, his green aura expanding exponentially. His fist connected with Vegito's crossed arms in a defensive posture, the collision creating a blinding flash of light and a thunderclap that caused the Reality Marble to flicker once more.
In the observation booth, warning lights began flashing.
"The Reality Marble is operating at 87% capacity," Da Vinci announced, her fingers dancing across controls. "It was designed for Noble Phantasms, but these energy readings are beyond anything we anticipated."
EMIYA leaned forward, studying the combatants' techniques with professional interest. "The fusion entity—Vegito—is holding back. He's testing both Broly and the limits of this chamber."
"Can we sustain the chamber's integrity?" Ritsuka asked with concern.
Da Vinci's expression was grim. "For now. But if they continue to escalate..."
Back in the battle zone, Vegito had decided to go on the offensive. His hands moved in a blur, forming a familiar pose.
"FINAL..." Blue energy gathered between his palms, swirling and condensing into a sphere of incredible power. "KAME..."
In the observation booth, energy readings spiked dramatically.
"HAME..." The sphere expanded, its light so intense that the chamber's automatic filters engaged to protect observers' vision.
"HA!" Vegito thrust his hands forward, releasing a massive beam of concentrated ki directly at Broly.
The Legendary Super Saiyan responded instinctively, opening his mouth to unleash his own energy attack—a column of green power that met Vegito's beam in mid-air. The collision point between blue and green energy flared white-hot, creating a sphere of conflicting power that expanded outward.
Alarms blared throughout the observation booth.
"Reality Marble at 98% capacity!" Da Vinci shouted. "The structural integrity field can't handle much more!"
Artoria stepped forward. "I must intervene. Excalibur might be able to disperse their energy."
"No!" Ritsuka countermanded. "Adding another powerful energy source could trigger a catastrophic failure!"
In the chamber, the sphere of conflicting energy continued to grow, forcing both Saiyans to pour more power into their respective attacks. The simulated landscape began to disintegrate under the strain, pixels of data breaking apart and scattering like digital dust.
Suddenly, a new figure materialized in the chamber—a tall woman with long purple hair and a blindfold covering her eyes. Rider, Medusa, had entered the simulation.
With supernatural speed, she darted toward the sphere of conflicting energy, her mystic eyes glowing behind her blindfold. In her hands, she held Breaker Gorgon—the conceptual embodiment of her gaze turned into a weapon.
"Blood Fort Andromeda," she whispered, casting her Noble Phantasm not as an attack but as a boundary field around the energy collision.
The red sphere of Medusa's Noble Phantasm expanded to encompass the conflicting energies, creating a controlled space where the power could be contained and gradually dissipated. Within this boundary, the laws of physics bent to Medusa's will—a Reality Marble within a Reality Marble.
Caught by surprise, both Vegito and Broly found their energy attacks suddenly contained within Medusa's field, the destructive potential bleeding away into her mystical construct instead of continuing to threaten Chaldea's systems.
Vegito ceased his attack first, floating back with an impressed whistle. "Now that's a neat trick," he commented, studying Medusa with newfound respect. "Containing that much energy can't be easy."
Broly, momentarily confused by the interruption, also halted his attack. His massive chest heaved with exertion as he hovered in place, eyes darting between Vegito and the newcomer.
Medusa maintained her position, the strain of containing such vast energies evident in her posture despite her composed expression. "This conflict must cease," she stated firmly. "You're within Chaldea now, and certain rules must be observed—even by gods."
Vegito crossed his arms, floating gently back to the ground. "Fair enough. I was just giving our green friend a workout anyway." He shot a challenging smirk toward Broly. "We can finish our dance another time."
Remarkably, Broly did not immediately resume his attack. Something about the environment—perhaps the ambient mana of this reality, or Medusa's calming presence—seemed to be having a moderating effect on his berserker rage. While still transformed and imposing, the mindless fury in his eyes had receded somewhat.
"Not... Kakarot," Broly rumbled, his deep voice struggling with coherence. "Not... only Kakarot."
Vegito raised an eyebrow in genuine surprise. "Well, look at that. Big guy's having a moment of clarity." He addressed Broly directly: "That's right, I'm not just Kakarot. I'm Vegito—Kakarot and Vegeta combined. Different person entirely."
In the observation booth, Da Vinci was frantically taking notes. "Fascinating! The mana conditions here seem to be affecting his mental state. The energy signature we call 'Divine Mystery' may be interacting with his unique physiology."
Medusa cautiously lowered her Noble Phantasm, the blood-red boundary field dissipating as she determined the immediate crisis had passed. She addressed both Saiyans formally: "Master Ritsuka requests your presence in the conference chamber. There is much to discuss about your arrival and its implications for our reality."
Vegito shrugged, his blue hair and aura fading back to black as he powered down to conserve energy. "Fine by me. I could use a snack anyway. Fighting across dimensions works up an appetite."
Broly, still in his Legendary form but notably calmer, gave a grunt that might have been agreement. His green aura pulsed but remained contained around his massive frame.
As they followed Medusa from the chamber, Vegito called up to the observation booth: "Hey, pretty impressive setup you've got here! Not many places can handle even a fraction of our power without crumbling to dust."
In response, the intercom crackled with Gilgamesh's imperious voice: "Do not grow overly confident, visitor. You have yet to witness the full measure of what true Heroes of this world can accomplish."
Vegito grinned at the challenge in those words. "Is that so? Well then, golden boy, I look forward to the demonstration."
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## Chapter 4: Council of Heroes
The central conference room of Chaldea had never hosted such an eclectic gathering. Around the massive circular table sat representatives of humanity's greatest legends alongside visitors from an entirely different reality.
Ritsuka Fujimaru occupied the seat traditionally reserved for the Director, flanked by Mash and Da Vinci. To his right sat several key Servants: Artoria Pendragon in her regal blue dress, Gilgamesh lounging with casual arrogance, Cu Chulainn leaning forward with predatory interest, and Medusa standing quietly behind them.
On the left side of the table sat Vegito, who had helped himself to a truly astounding amount of food from Chaldea's kitchen. Beside him, somewhat uncomfortably perched on a reinforced chair, Broly hunched forward. The Legendary Super Saiyan had reverted to a slightly less imposing form—still muscular and green-haired, but no longer radiating barely contained rage.
"Let me see if I understand correctly," Ritsuka began, folding his hands on the table. "You two are from a reality where beings called 'Saiyans' possess the ability to transform and increase their power to godlike levels. During a battle, the combination of your energies created a tear in the fabric of reality itself, which deposited you here in Chaldea."
Vegito nodded, swallowing a mouthful of food. "Pretty much. Though to be clear, we're not exactly typical Saiyans. I'm a fusion of two of the strongest Saiyans who ever lived, and Broly here is some kind of genetically blessed freak of nature." He cast a sidelong glance at Broly, who growled softly but didn't contradict him.
"In our world," Vegito continued, "the multiverse theory is fact. We know of twelve distinct universes, each with its own Supreme Kai and God of Destruction maintaining cosmic balance. But this—" he gestured around Chaldea, "—isn't like any of those universes. The energy here feels completely different."
Da Vinci nodded enthusiastically. "That tracks with our readings. The energy you call 'ki' operates on principles similar to our Od and Mana but follows different fundamental laws. It's as if your reality's base programming uses a different code language than ours."
Cu Chulainn leaned forward, his red eyes gleaming with battle-lust. "The important question is: how do they measure up in a fight? That little display in the Reality Marble was impressive, but was it their full power?"
Vegito grinned, a challenge lighting his eyes. "Not even close, spear-boy. If Broly and I went all-out for real, we'd probably tear this mountain—and a good chunk of your planet—to pieces."
Gilgamesh scoffed. "Bold claims from visitors who know nothing of our world's true powers. Here, conceptual weight often matters more than raw destructive capability."
"Gil's right, for once," Artoria interjected, ignoring the glare Gilgamesh shot her way. "In our reality, a warrior with the conceptual advantage can overcome seemingly insurmountable power gaps. Noble Phantasms are crystallized legends, concepts given form."
Vegito considered this, his expression growing more serious—the Vegeta aspect of his personality coming to the fore. "Interesting. In our world, there are some techniques that operate on similar principles. Hakai energy can erase things from existence, and certain magical abilities can override conventional physics."
Broly, who had been silent, suddenly spoke in his deep, rumbling voice: "Different... but same." When everyone turned to him in surprise, he continued with visible effort: "Power... is power. Forms... change."
Da Vinci's eyes widened. "He's more perceptive than his appearance suggests. The fundamental forces of both our realities seek equilibrium, even if they manifest differently."
Ritsuka cleared his throat. "The immediate concern is what your presence means for our reality. Chaldea exists to protect the proper flow of human history. Entities of your power level suddenly appearing could have unpredictable effects on the timeline."
Vegito shrugged. "No offense, kid, but from what I've gathered, you people regularly summon ancient heroes, gods, and monsters from across time and space. How are we any different?"
"Because you weren't summoned," Mash explained quietly. "You tore your way in. And the rift you created... it might not be fully closed."
A heavy silence fell over the table.
"You think others might follow us through?" Vegito asked, suddenly serious.
Da Vinci pulled up a holographic display showing energy readings from the site of the dimensional breach. "The tear has mostly sealed itself, but there's residual instability. More concerning is that your arrival has been detected by forces outside Chaldea."
The display shifted to show surveillance footage of figures in black observing the mountain where Chaldea was hidden.
"The Mage's Association," Artoria identified them. "They would be most interested in visitors from another reality."
"And not in a friendly research kind of way, I'm guessing," Vegito commented dryly.
"The Association views anything they cannot control as a threat," Gilgamesh explained with evident disdain. "Beings of your power would be seen as weapons to be acquired or eliminated."
Ritsuka looked troubled. "We need to determine if you can return to your reality, and if not, what your presence here means for the greater timestream."
Broly, who had been studying the holographic displays with surprising focus, suddenly pointed to the energy readings. "Not... closed. Pulling."
Da Vinci's eyes widened as she reexamined the data. "He's right! The rift isn't just unstable—it's exerting a pull. Almost like..."
"Like it wants to snap back to its original state," Vegito finished, standing up suddenly. "Which means it might try to pull us back... or pull something else through."
As if responding to his words, alarms began blaring throughout Chaldea. The holographic display flickered and changed to show the command center, where the spot where Vegito and Broly had first appeared was now glowing with renewed golden light.
"The rift is reopening!" Da Vinci exclaimed. "Something's coming through!"
Everyone rose from their seats, the Servants instantly materializing their weapons. Vegito's black hair flashed blue as he powered up to Super Saiyan Blue once more, while Broly's muscles bulged as his green aura flared to life.
"Let's go see what the universe has decided to throw at us this time," Vegito said with a cocky grin. "After you, legends."
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## Chapter 5: New Arrivals
The command center of Chaldea was bathed in golden light as the dimensional rift pulsed and expanded. Unlike the violent tear that had brought Vegito and Broly through, this opening seemed more controlled, almost deliberate.
Vegito and the Ch