Dragon Ball World – The Palace of All Kings
In the vast, awe-inspiring Palace of All Kings—hidden deep beneath layers of divine space-time, beyond the reach of mortals or gods—lay a forgotten chamber untouched by time. Only a handful of beings were aware of its existence: the Grand Priest, King Quan, and the two ever-silent guards flanking the omnipotent ruler.
Inside that chamber, a lone figure slept in eternal stillness, wrapped in silence and forgotten by even the stars.
Until now.
Suddenly, the figure stirred. His fingers twitched. His eyes slowly opened.
"...How long have I been asleep?" he muttered groggily.
His name was Jack.
He blinked, clearing away the haze clouding his mind. The drowsiness clung to his body like fog, a consequence of an unbelievably long slumber. But he quickly gathered himself, and a sharp glint returned to his eyes.
Jack wasn't a native of this world. He had crossed over from another dimension—one far removed from gods and ki. And when he arrived in the Dragon Ball world, he had no idea he had arrived so early in the timeline.
So early, in fact, that Sun Wukong—known to some as Goku—hadn't even been born. There were no Gods of Destruction, no angels, not even the Grand Priest. Only the mischievous yet supreme being King Quan reigned over the void of creation.
Jack had spent those early years in relentless training. And when he wasn't honing his overwhelming power, he entertained himself by chasing King Quan around and beating him up, much to the horror of those who witnessed it and the irritation of the so-called King of All.
It was pure chaos... but never boring.
Time passed, and a new threat appeared—Quan Mo, a mysterious entity who challenged King Quan's authority. Jack intervened without hesitation. He crushed Quan Mo alongside King Quan, restoring peace across the multiverse.
But then came the worst thing imaginable for someone like Jack—boredom.
So he went into deep sleep, sealing himself away in that secret chamber beneath the throne of everything.
And now... he was awake again.
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Stretching slightly, Jack stepped out of the chamber and looked around. The familiar grandeur of the Palace surrounded him—unchanged and yet timeless.
Meanwhile, in the royal hall, King Quan sat with his tiny legs dangling off his chair, visibly bored. The Grand Priest stood beside him, as ever.
"Grand Priest, is there anything fun happening lately? I'm sooooo bored!" King Quan whined.
"Please wait a moment, Lord Quanwang. I shall check the Twelve Universes," the Grand Priest responded calmly.
The vast palace echoed with silence. As King Quan swung his feet, a strange emptiness filled his eyes. For reasons even he couldn't explain, he suddenly missed something… or rather, someone.
He missed the days when Jack would pummel him across the palace halls just for fun.
He hadn't realized it until now—but those chaotic days were the most exciting he'd ever had.
Suddenly, as if on cue—
BOOM!
A pulse of energy exploded across the palace, shaking the divine architecture and sending a ripple across all twelve universes. King Quan sat bolt upright. His eyes widened.
The Grand Priest also paused, his hands frozen mid-motion.
That energy... that pressure... it was impossible to forget.
They both turned toward the source of the power.
The Grand Priest's calm face lit up with surprise. And then, with no hesitation, he dropped to one knee.
"Lord Jack!" he declared respectfully.
King Quan stood on his chair in disbelief, blinking rapidly. "Wha—! You woke up?!"
A moment later, the figure appeared in front of them, arms crossed and a smirk on his lips.
"Yo. Great Priest, little Quanquan. Long time no see," Jack said casually.
King Quan nearly fell off his throne. "Y-You… why did you wake up all of a sudden?"
His memories returned in a flash—of the beatings, the endless pranks, the constant chases through his own palace. Yet despite his trembling voice, a bright grin stretched across King Quan's face.
Because despite all that... he had missed him.
Jack tilted his head with a grin. "What? You thought I'd sleep forever?"
King Quan pouted. "It's been so long since you beat me… I almost forgot how it felt."
"Sounds like someone missed me."
If any outsider had seen this—Beerus, Whis, or any angel—they would have been stunned speechless.
Who talks to King Quan like this?!
But for the Grand Priest and the guards, this was routine. Jack had always been like this. Ever since he arrived in this world, he had been a wild card—respected and feared in equal measure, even by the gods.
"Grand Priest, how long have I been out?" Jack asked.
"You have been sleeping for a long time, Lord Jack. If you desire, I can calculate the precise—"
"Forget it. Just give me the current updates."
The Grand Priest nodded and began explaining the latest developments across the Twelve Universes. Jack listened, absorbing the information.
Then a name caught his ear.
"The God of Destruction in Universe 7 is... Beerus?"
Jack frowned. That name rang familiar.
"Grand Priest, show me the current state of Universe 7."
"At once, Lord Jack."
The Grand Priest raised his hand, and a brilliant screen formed mid-air. A cosmic projection activated, displaying a titanic battle in space.
On one side, Beerus the Destroyer, emanating godly energy.
On the other side, a red-haired Saiyan stood firm—Super Saiyan God Goku.
Jack grinned. "So... it's this point in the timeline."
He watched for a moment, analyzing the movements. There was no mistake.
This was the beginning of Dragon Ball Super.
"Not a bad time to wake up," Jack chuckled.
And then—
DING!
A mechanical chime echoed inside his mind.
> [You have received an invitation from the Cosmic Fighter Group. Would you like to join?]
"...Huh?" Jack blinked.
Cosmic Fighter Group?
That sounded like a cheat system. Was this his long-awaited Gold Finger finally showing up?
It took its sweet time!
"Really? I'm already god-tier. You show up now?" Jack sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "But whatever... better late than never."
Without hesitation—
Jack accepted.
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In that moment, something shifted. An unseen system activated. The multiverse trembled. A new power was being born—a group not bound by any god or law.
The Cosmic Fighter Group was no ordinary system.
It was a multiversal network of warriors—thugs, as they were known—who answered calls for help across all timelines and dimensions.
From anime worlds to superhero realms, fantasy kingdoms to sci-fi galaxies—they appeared where needed, with power to shake planets.
And Jack? He wasn't just a member.
He became the Skirt Owner—the absolute leader of the Cosmic Thugs.
Under his command, legendary warriors began to gather.
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> Krillin: "Wait, Ace is about to die at Marineford? Don't worry! I'll bring Senzu Beans and change history!"
Tien Shinhan: "Want to awaken Ultraman Tiga with light? Please. Let me show you the original Solar Flare!"
Vegeta: "Who dares harm my employer?! You're all trash—I'll erase you!"
Beerus: "So what if I'm a God of Destruction? Taking missions is fair game!"
Goku: "Hold on, I saw that mission first! Let me handle it in Ultra Instinct!"
With Jack at the center, the Cosmic Fighter Group rose from legend to reality.
No matter the world, no matter the era, when danger appears—
The Cosmic Thugs respond.
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