What if Gohan landed in DC 2

The universe was still as two powers clashed, a purple aura pushed back against a crimson storm, the two gods shot through the universe leaving trails of destruction in their wake.

They came to a stand still, Trigon grinned he was sporting bruises but his opponent mirriored him.

They both floated a few feet apart. "So, I guess you're more powerful than I give you credit for," Gohan just smirked at him.

"I tried to warn you," Trigon growled at the comment, but before they could continue a portal opened near the two, drawing their attention.

"Lord Gohan…Trigon." A voice sounded, through the portal out stepped the Forever Man.

"You're battle is destroying far too much for Forever Man to ignore." Trigon face turned to one from mixture of bewilderement and excitement.

"Another worm to crush, gladly." Trigon charged at Forever Man, but before they could clash Gohan appeared between them and caught Trigon's fist and Forever Man's kick, nullifying the shockwaves.

Glaring at the Forever Man, Gohan's aura flared pushing both Trigon and Forever Man back.

"You! Almost destroyed half the universe with that attack!" Gohan reprimanded Forever Man, had he and Trigon clashed the energy released would have been undoubtly voricous.

"Trigon would have hit as hard as he could to destroy as much as possible," the purple storm of Ki quieted down before a blueish white hue started fusing with his destruction energy.

Gohan's hair turned silvery white and his eyes blood red as his Beast form became the state to wield Ultra Ego, mixing the technique with his human and saiyan potential drawn out to it's maximum, the entire universe started vibrating.

"W-what is this?" Trigon's six eyes were wide open as Gohan was suddenly in front of him, the destroyer markings radiating power as his Beast form tore into his mental state.

"You left me no choice," Gohan said as he raised his hand to the demons forehead. 'he wouldn't tell me what he knows anyway.'

'Hakai," the Lord of Destruction commanded, only obedience could follow, the level of power he was wielding had Trigon stunned as he just vanished into purple sparkles, the universe had gone silent after witnessing the god of destruction fulfil his duty.

Turning to glare at the Forever Man, almost as if he had sent a pulse of power the Forever Man braced himself. 'his power is so violent…so, incredibly angry,'

Gohan appeared in front of the Forever Man. "And you, dare to judge me," raising his hand to the Forever Man, locking him in space.

Space trembled beneath Gohan's sheer presence.

A vortex of energy spiraled outward, warping the very fabric of reality around him. His silvery-white mane rippled in the invisible current, destruction energy coiling and unraveling at his fingertips like a force of nature barely restrained. Across from him, the Forever Man stood unmoved, his expression unreadable, as if he were merely observing rather than preparing to act.

But Gohan wasn't in the mood for observers.

His crimson gaze burned through the distance between them. "The gods of New Genesis?" His voice was measured, low—but beneath it lurked a storm waiting to break free. "We haven't been introduced."

His fingers curled. Space cracked under the pressure.

"Reality is already splintering. I took care of Trigon because it was my responsibility. So tell me…" His voice dipped into a calm, almost casual tone—too calm. "What was your excuse?"

A short distance away, Superman remained vigilant, cradling the unconscious ARGUS kid in his arms. The weight of Gohan's power pressed against him, sinking into his very bones. It was suffocating. He had faced powerful beings before, but this was different.

This wasn't just power. This was destruction incarnate.

Clark had seen it happen before—warriors driven to the brink, consumed by rage, by duty.

And right now, Gohan was standing dangerously close to that edge.

Superman took a steady breath and stepped forward. "Gohan."

The Saiyan's head snapped toward him, his aura flaring violently.

And for just a moment—Clark felt it. Something ancient. Something terrifying.

"I know the Forever Man," Superman continued, his voice firm but measured. "He's not your enemy."

Gohan's eyes flickered, his stance shifting almost imperceptibly. "Then why did he interfere?" His voice was sharp, demanding. "Why did he step into a battle he had no place in? He almost helped Trigon rip the universe in half!"

The Forever Man, still ensnared by Gohan's will, finally spoke.

"Your battle against Demon God Trigon has resulted in untold destruction across the very cosmos you claim to 'balance.' Such recklessness had to be stopped."

There was no arrogance, no judgment—just an undeniable truth, spoken without hesitation.

Gohan's fingers twitched. His crimson eyes flared, but before he could respond, the Forever Man unleashed a pulse of cosmic energy, shattering the invisible chains holding him in place.

Superman tensed. His heart rate spiked. This was about to get worse.

And then—

"If that's all you saw, then you're a fool."

The voice cut through the tension like a blade.

Trunks.

The Time Patroller stepped forward, his Super Saiyan God aura flickering around him, divine energy crackling like wildfire. He met the Forever Man's gaze head-on. "Speaking of reckless destruction—you were about to assist Trigon in ending the universe. Seems a little hypocritical, don't you think?"

His stance made it clear—if this so-called immortal wanted to start something, Trunks would gladly finish it.

But more than that… he had seen the way Gohan's power had surged, how his rage had threatened to consume him.

This wasn't him. Not really.

Don't worry, Gohan. I won't let some cosmic glowstick turn you into the villain.

At Trunks' words, something in Gohan shifted. His tense shoulders eased, the fire in his eyes dimming just slightly. He inhaled deeply, and in that single breath, the storm within him settled. His energy withdrew, the towering, oppressive force of destruction receding as his form shifted back to Super Saiyan God. The markings of a Destroyer slowly faded from his skin.

The moment passed.

But the weight of it lingered.