Multiverse Share: 36 Worlds at the Same Time

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Whitebeard met Marco and Vista's gaze, gave a subtle shake of his head, then turned to Teach with a calm, firm expression.

"Teach."

"Pops!" Teach looked up nervously.

"You're no longer part of the Whitebeard Pirates."

"...Huh? Wait, what?!"

What the hell is going on?

Not only was Whitebeard not comforting or compensating him for the hell he'd just been through—he was kicking him off the ship?

Whitebeard's voice was emotionless. "The hostility you feel toward the crew… it's not hidden. Or maybe it's just that you can't hide it anymore? I'm guessing it's because of Uchiha Madara."

"Either way, after everything that's happened, nobody here trusts you anymore. I can't let you stay on this ship."

"Go. Before I change my mind."

Whitebeard remembered how Teach had cried and begged back in the day, pleading to join his crew like his life depended on it. It had seemed strange even then.

And over the years, Teach had always acted… weirdly normal.

But now, with everything Uchiha Madara had revealed and everything that had come to light since, it didn't take a genius to realize something was seriously off.

He couldn't let someone that dangerous, someone with ill intentions toward everyone on board, remain on the ship.

Even if it went against his usual principles… he had to protect the rest of his sons.

"...Huh?"

Everyone else was stunned at first, but then slowly started nodding.

Yeah. It made sense.

Most of them had mastered Observation Haki, and now that Whitebeard had pointed it out, they could all feel it—something was definitely wrong with Teach.

Their eyes turned toward him, wary and cold.

Teach stood frozen. A giant metaphorical "DANGER" sign was practically flashing above his head.

He desperately tried to suppress the surging malice inside him—but it was no use. The negative emotions just kept growing stronger, like something inside him had been broken.

Panic took over.

In the end, Teach ran. Limping, stumbling, scrambling—he fled from the Whitebeard Pirates in total disgrace.

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"Hoho… he ran?"

"But that's only the beginning of his suffering."

Back on a yacht drifting in the East Blue, Renzo sat relaxed, sensing the rapidly separating coordinates he'd placed on Teach and Whitebeard.

He chuckled knowingly.

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Inside the Mental Space—

Pirate Renzo clapped hands with a version of himself from another world—the Hero Renzo from konosuba.

"I've eaten the Goro Goro no Mi (Rumble-Rumble Fruit)—hope that helps you out. I'll keep researching Devil Fruits, but for now, I gotta head out."

With that, pirate Renzo disappeared, leaving the others—Hero Renzo, Aizen, Hermione, Ottoman, Eevee, and Hentai Renzo—exchanging glances.

"Man, everyone's been busy lately," muttered Hero Renzo. "First it was Uchiha, now the Pirate side too?"

"Let me sync up and see what happened," Eevee said, hopping onto Hero Renzo's shoulder to establish a link.

The others quickly followed suit, placing their hands on Hero Renzo to sync memories.

A few minutes later...

"Pffft—!! HAHAHAHA!!!"

Hero Renzo burst out laughing, slapping the table in amusement.

"Pirate Renzo is wicked! He really fed Blackbeard those two Devil Fruits?!"

Eevee was laughing too. "Puhahaha… wasn't one of them a dung beetle Zoan? That's just nasty."

"That's right!" Hermione giggled. "One dung beetle fruit, one okama (homosexual) fruit. When did Pirate Renzo even collect those? I never saw a log about it."

Hentai Renzo gave a wicked grin. "That's because you never bothered to dig through the less important memories. I caught it ages ago—and even helped him come up with a list of people those fruits would be perfect for."

"He actually found them both while scanning the seafloor with his spiritual sense during a trip through the East Blue."

"Originally, I suggested he save one of them for Momonosuke."

"What a waste," he added with a dramatic sigh.

Momonosuke—the enemy of all One Piece fans.

If you didn't hate Momonosuke, then you're not a real One Piece fan.

Becoming Pirate King was optional. But killing Momonosuke? Absolutely mandatory.

"..."

"Waste my ass," Ottoman rolled his eyes. "We can just use fantasy creation to replicate the fruit later. Just make a copy and feed it to that brat."

"Then toss him to Ivankov's Okama Kingdom. Let him discover the joys of… a different kind of beauty. Hmph."

Duplicating a standard Devil Fruit wasn't even that hard with their resources.

"Ohhh, that's right!" Hentai Renzo slapped his forehead. "I totally forgot we could do that!"

"How much do you guys hate Momonosuke?" Hermione muttered, completely speechless.

"Making him into Gae? It's more cruel than killing him."

"...That's the goal."

"You don't hate him?" x5

The unspoken message: What's wrong with you?!

"Did turning into a girl mess with your entire worldview?" Ottoman teased.

"Shut up!" Hermione snapped, then quickly clarified, "Of course I hate him! I just think the punishment should be worse!"

"I'm working on a permanent gender-swap potion. Once it's ready, Pirate Renzo can feed it to him personally. Heh."

"A Devil Fruit might not turn him GAE, but this potion definitely will."

Hentai Renzo gave her a huge thumbs-up. "Savage."

Aizen: "Brilliant."

Hero Renzo: "Legendary."

Ottoman: "Beautiful."

Eevee: "Respect."

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Meanwhile, in the Dragon Ball world…

"Bulma! How far away is it now?"

Flying down a remote mountain road in a heavily modified aircar, Dragorr turned to the passenger seat where Bulma was glued to her radar.

"Just over 50 kilometers ahead! We're close!"

"Nice! Hold on tight—we're picking up speed!"

As soon as he said that, Dragorr —aka Dragon Ball Renzo—slammed the accelerator. Bulma felt a wave of G-force shove her into the seat, and the entire car blasted off like a streak of light.

"Are you trying to kill me?! That's way too fast!"

"Hahaha!"

...

At Son Goku's house…

"So… this ball isn't Grandpa?" Little Goku stared at the four-star Dragon Ball, Dragorr that was holding, looking totally confused—it was identical to the one he always thought was his grandpa.

"Obviously not," Dragorr shrugged. "So, can I borrow it for a bit? I'll give it back after I use it. In exchange, I can take you to meet your grandpa Gohan's master—he can teach you some serious martial arts. What do you say?"

Dragorr wasn't about to let Goku miss out on his prime growth years. After all, Goku was key to dealing with the future messes coming Earth's way… and the rest of Universe 7, for that matter.

"Well… okay, but only if I can come with you guys to find the rest of the Dragon Balls!"

"And you're serious about this master of Grandpa's?"

Goku's eyes lit up, full of curiosity.

"Totally serious. So, you in?"

Dragorr gave him a warm smile and patted his head.

"Yeah! I'm in!" Goku nodded eagerly.

"Great! Then let's get going!"

"Okay!"

"You're really bringing this wild kid with us?" Bulma asked skeptically.

"Of course! Don't underestimate Goku!"

Then Dragorr suddenly remembered something. "Hey Goku, mind if I draw a bit of your blood?"

He pulled out a syringe from his storage space and waved it at the boy.

If the Dragon Balls couldn't give him any special blood, he figured he'd better start researching his own way.

"Huh? What's that thing?" Goku asked, tilting his head in curiosity.

"It's for drawing blood. Can I? I'll trade you something yummy for it!"

Dragorr conjured up a cabbage from the Hero World—a special one with a delicious aroma—to tempt him.

"Whoa, smells awesome!"

"DEAL!"

Goku didn't hesitate and let him draw the blood. Dragorr quickly filled a vial and sealed it away.

"Alright, before we head off, let's make a quick stop somewhere," he said to Goku and Bulma.

"Where to?" Bulma asked, confused.

"You'll see."

With that, he wrapped one arm around Bulma's waist and rested his hand on Goku's head.

Shwoop!

In an instant, they appeared next to a massive crater.

"Whoa! That was amazing! What kind of ability was that?" Goku's eyes sparkled with excitement at the sudden change in scenery.

"This is Instant Transmission," Dragorr grinned. "If you're interested, I can teach it to you someday."

He wanted to see how far Goku could go with not just martial arts, but psychic abilities too. Maybe, with the right training, Goku could grow even stronger, faster, and be better prepared for what was coming.

"Really?!" Goku looked up at him with wide, shining eyes. "Big bro, you're the best!"

"You are a good person."

"Uh…"

Dragorr was momentarily speechless.

"Pfft!" Bulma burst out laughing, resting her head on Dragorr's shoulder. 

"Alright, enough! Let's focus—take a look at what's at the bottom of this crater."

"Huh? What is it?"

Bulma leaned over the edge to look, and when she saw what was inside, her eyes went wide in shock.

"This… this has to be…"

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