a/n- blackbreadscousin I hope you like it! 

The Tournament of Power was a battlefield unlike any other—a chaotic, swirling maelstrom of energy, strength, and desperation. With the very existence of multiple universes at stake, each fighter was pushed to their limits, and some far beyond. The air crackled with the intensity of clashing powers, and amidst this madness stood a fierce Saiyan warrior, Y/N.

Y/N had been fighting relentlessly alongside the rest of Universe 7, her Saiyan blood boiling with the thrill of battle and the drive to protect her universe. But there was something else that fueled her, something more personal—Android 17. The two had become close over the course of the tournament, an unlikely bond forming between the reserved android and the fiery Saiyan. Their relationship was a blend of mutual respect, admiration, and something deeper that neither had fully acknowledged yet.

As the tournament wore on, the stakes grew higher, and the fighters dwindled in number. Jiren, the unstoppable warrior from Universe 11, loomed as the greatest threat, his power unmatched by anyone on the battlefield. It was in the midst of one of the final confrontations that everything changed.

17 had been fighting valiantly, his strategic mind working overtime to outmaneuver Jiren's overwhelming strength. But as the battle raged on, it became clear that even with all of their combined might, Universe 7 was running out of options. That was when 17 made a decision that shook Y/N to her core.

"I'll buy you all some time," 17 had said, his voice calm, as always, but with an underlying tone of finality that sent a chill down Y/N's spine. "Take care of each other."

Before Y/N could react, 17 unleashed a massive surge of energy, a move that seemed to be a self-destruct. The explosion was deafening, the force of it shaking the entire arena. When the dust settled, there was no sign of 17.

"NO!" Y/N's scream pierced through the chaos, her heart wrenching in agony. She refused to believe it, refused to accept that 17 had sacrificed himself, that he was gone. Her mind raced, desperate for any sign that he might still be alive, but there was nothing.

Her vision blurred with tears of rage and despair, and her Saiyan blood roared in response. All reason abandoned her as she focused solely on Jiren, the one who had forced 17 into such a drastic move. Her power flared around her, her aura blazing with intensity as she charged at Jiren with a ferocity that surprised even him.

"You... you'll pay for this!" Y/N snarled, her voice trembling with barely-contained fury. She attacked with everything she had, her fists a blur as she unleashed a relentless barrage of blows. Jiren, caught off guard by her sudden ferocity, found himself pushed back, forced to defend against the onslaught.

For a brief moment, it seemed as though Y/N might actually succeed in avenging 17. Her strikes were powerful, precise, and fueled by the raw emotion coursing through her. But Jiren, being the warrior he was, quickly regained his composure. With a grunt, he caught one of Y/N's punches and with a swift, brutal motion, flung her to the side like a rag doll.

Y/N crashed into the ground, the impact knocking the wind out of her. But before she could recover, she was set upon by a group of opportunistic fighters from other universes. Weak from her battle with Jiren and emotionally devastated by 17's apparent death, Y/N found herself overwhelmed.

"Not like this...!" she gasped, struggling to fight back as the opponents closed in. But it was no use. With a final, desperate effort, Y/N managed to grab hold of two of her attackers, dragging them with her as she was thrown off the edge of the arena. As she fell, her last thought was of 17, of how she had failed to protect him, how she couldn't avenge him.

The world faded to darkness.

When Y/N regained consciousness, she was in the stands with the rest of the eliminated fighters, her body bruised and battered, but her heart aching even more. The weight of 17's sacrifice hung heavily on her, a crushing grief that threatened to consume her.

But then, as the dust settled on the final moments of the tournament, a voice called out—a voice that made Y/N's heart stop.

"17...?"

She looked up, and there he was. Android 17, very much alive, standing with the other remaining fighters of Universe 7. The shock of seeing him, the sheer relief, was overwhelming. For a moment, Y/N couldn't move, couldn't breathe. 

When the tournament was over, and after 17 made his wish, she bolted toward him.

"17!" she cried, her voice breaking as she flung herself at him. He caught her, his arms wrapping around her instinctively as she buried her face in his chest, tears streaming down her cheeks. "You're alive...! You're really alive...!"

17, usually so stoic, was taken aback by the force of her embrace, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he held her close, a rare, soft smile tugging at his lips. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I didn't mean to make you worry."

Y/N pulled back just enough to look up at him, her eyes still wet with tears, but now filled with a mixture of relief and anger. "You idiot!" she exclaimed, and before 17 could react, she smacked him over the head. "How could you do that? How could you make me think you were dead?"

17 winced, but there was no real force behind her blow, only the lingering fear and love that she had been bottling up. "I had to," he explained, his voice gentle. "It was the only way to buy us enough time to win."

Y/N shook her head, her emotions a whirlwind that she couldn't quite control. "I don't care about that! I care about you! I thought... I thought I lost you..." Her voice cracked, and fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.

17's expression softened even further, and he gently cupped her face in his hands, wiping away her tears with his thumbs. "You didn't lose me," he said, his tone firm but tender. "I'm here. I'm alive. And I'm not going anywhere."

Y/N searched his eyes, finding only sincerity and a quiet strength that she had always admired. The fear and pain that had gripped her heart since his apparent death began to melt away, replaced by the warmth of his presence. She let out a shaky breath, nodding as she leaned into his touch.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I was just... so scared."

17 leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I know," he murmured. "And I'm sorry for putting you through that. But we're both here now. We're safe."

Y/N let out a small, relieved laugh, her arms tightening around him. "Yeah... we are." She rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, grounding herself in the reality that he was alive and with her.

As the two of them stood there, holding each other close amidst the remnants of the tournament, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them. Y/N's anger and fear slowly ebbed away, replaced by a deep, abiding love that she knew she would never take for granted again.

Eventually, 17 pulled back slightly, his hand still resting on her cheek. "You know," he said, his voice taking on a teasing tone, "you didn't have to hit me that hard."

Y/N laughed, a real, genuine laugh that made 17's heart swell. "Well, you deserved it," she replied, her eyes sparkling with the love she felt for him. "But I'm just glad you're okay."

17 smiled, a rare expression that was reserved only for her. "So am I."

They stood like that for a while longer, content in each other's presence, before Y/N finally pulled back with a sigh. "We should go join the others," she said, though her hand lingered in his. "But you're not off the hook yet, 17. You're going to make this up to me."

17 raised an eyebrow, his smile turning into a smirk. "Oh? And how do you propose I do that?"

Y/N grinned, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh, I'll think of something. Just you wait."

17 chuckled, his hand giving hers a gentle squeeze. "I look forward to it."