This is a non-profit fan-made crossover. All rights to Dragon Ball, its characters, and universe belong to Akira Toriyama and Toei Animation. This chapter is purely for entertainment and creative expression within the scope of fanfiction.
The original character Nero Angelo and the Voidwalker universe belong to me. If you enjoy this crossover, check out the main story — Born from Nothingness. A journey of pain, power, and purpose. Nero didn't start as a god-slayer… he was just a broken boy.
"Do you think the Void is empty? Then why are your gods trembling?"
Scene: The Void.
Pitch black. Silent. Still.
A place where sound has no echo, and light dares not linger.
A place between all places, untouched by time, unreachable by force.
Nero Angelo sits on the edge of the unseen, legs crossed midair as if the Void itself holds him up.
Clucknor, the menace, perches smugly on his head—feathers unbothered by the weight of the multiverse pressing around them.
Then—
A ripple.
A mistake.
Not a portal, not a tear—because the Void cannot be torn.
But the presence of three beings should not be here.
The Grand Priest steps forward first, his expression unreadable… but laced with caution.
Behind him float both Zenos, childlike and divine, their wide grins hiding something hollow.
"Found you!" says one Zeno, waving cheerfully.
"You were fun! We decided—we want to keep you!" says the other, eyes glowing with that strange, dangerous joy.
The Grand Priest's gaze flicks briefly to Nero. Even he doesn't speak.
Clucknor—still silent—shifts.
One step on Nero's shoulder, then another.
He lowers his head like a hawk, wings trembling with fury, a silent shriek building in his feathers.
He's about to end gods.
But Nero raises a single hand.
"… No."
Clucknor stops instantly. The air doesn't.
Because in that moment, the Void changes.
No words. No power surge. No theatrics.
But suddenly—the two Zenos, beings who erase realities for sport—can feel something above them.
A pressure. A truth.
They blink. The smiles falter.
Nero's silver eyes open.
Cold. Unblinking.
He doesn't stand. He doesn't move. But the Void bends.
The Grand Priest instinctively steps in front of the Zenos.
His entire form tightens—like he's standing before an extinction event.
Nero finally speaks.
"You stepped into a place that does not belong to you… and made demands of something you do not understand."
He lifts one hand—and does nothing.
But in that nothing, the Zenos see something.
A flash. A fragment. A glimpse of a power that isn't supposed to exist.
And it hurts.
Both Zenos clutch their heads. The Grand Priest grits his teeth, blood trailing from one eye.
Then it ends. Instantly.
Nero lowers his hand.
"I am not your pet. I am not your toy. You may leave… while you still remember how."
Clucknor flaps once—violently—and a rift forms behind the gods.
It's not made of light or darkness. Just… obligation.
The Grand Priest bows slightly. The most respectful one he's ever made.
"Forgive the intrusion. It won't happen again."
He ushers the Zenos through—silent now, shaken.
As the rift closes, one of the Zenos glances back.
"You're scary," he whispers. "…but cool."
Then they're gone.
Back in the silence, Nero closes his eyes again.
Clucknor sits back down.
Peace returns to the Void.
(The End)