Dragonball Revelations...The Final Scene

Potara stood on the desolate wasteland once called Earth. The planet had been cleaned out, not a soul remained on it. Almost all flames were lit, the universe in place. All that was left...was Genesis's plan from the start of it all. Potara had to finish it, for he knew Genesis was right all along.
"Jag. I know you're still alive. I beg thee, grant me one last fight. For my life comes to an end tonight."

An AD Vortex appeared and Jag stepped out. He understood. "Ok, I will give you this last fight. We finish this, for ever." He got into a fighting stance.

"The one foe I've never truly beaten. I've bested them all, Renzouku, Amuka, Asura, Genesis, Pikkon, Fee. None could stand up to me, save you, Jag. We are the destined rivals, the final two flames. We both know we're equals in power, so we'll go all out in this fight. Don't hold back anything."
Without a change in appearance, Potara was in a perfected state. His power was far beyond anything seen before, much greater than he ever was before. He had hidden his power, the power he had attained from seven generations of existances. And he knew that Jag had done the same. Their power was so perfected that the ground beneath Potara didn't even so much as jiggle while his power reached numbers far beyond the trillions.

"You are the only person that I ever had trouble with. From the begining it was always you. Starting when I was against goku, and you came in, to the dark tourny, we are destined to fight."

He powered up into his perfect form, just the same. "Ok, the final time has come."

Potara's aura grew enormous, almost overtaking the entire planet. His power was still increasing, he was now far beyond triple the entire universe combined, save for Jag.

Jag did the same thing. Their auras clashed with eachother, that in its self caused enormous pressure on the universe. "So, how do you want to finish this? If you want to use skill we don't even need to move, we can play it out in our minds, we know what we will do enough, with our powers of thinking. We have no way of outsmarting eachother, so that is not useful."

Potara's aura started to swirl inward as his body gave off a light glow. After a few seconds, only his right fist was glowing, and his entire aura was being absorbed into it.
"We'll finish this now. I'll prove once and for all that I am the best there is!"

Jag did the same, all of his aura being absorbed into his fist as well. "I dont think so. We both know how this is going to end. And the victor will not be you" he said calmly.

Potara had reached the limit. Not just his own limit, but the final limit. He and Jag had reached a point of infinite power.
"You realize this is the ultimate contradiction, Jag?! And at the same time, it is the only truth! To save the future, we must destroy the present! We must start anew! I give my existance to this, to the New Rule, to peace!"
Potara prepared his strike.
"But over all!...."
Potara stepped forward ready to punch.
"To defeat you!!!"
Potara released his attack with the fury of seven universes. The end-all attack, to save the world, and try and determine a victor inthe ultimate rivalry.

Jag dashed forward releasing the power of 7 universes back at Potara, clashing fists.

An explosion of light erupted from the two fists as they clashed. The final struggle of power had begun. Was Potara correct in his quest to destroy? Was the intended goal to be reached by this drastic feat? The light from the clash filled the entire universe with it's power. As the power of the two champions spread to the ends of life, it started to tear away at the fabrics of matter itself. Through this anti-matter-like energy, the heroes stood, their fists still in the single clash.

Suddenly, in a burst of pressure, their energies fused into one. This new energy erupted across the universe, illuminating everything. In the center stood the one true lifeform. He had hidden his name through the generations by twisting the letters around. The true lifeform, the only being to ever truly exist...Pog. The immortal one, the Father. A beautiful creator, with the wings of the majestic eagle spread behind his back. The matter of the universe was drawn to Pog's wings, and was destroyed, cleansing existance of every problem it could ever have.

But was this truly the end?...