When Demonheart could see again, he looked down to see a totally new warrior. He wore Mike's leather jacket, Mack's pants, was smaller than Mike yet bigger than Mack. His hair was a crimson red, and stood on end in wisps like a Super Saiyan - except for his bangs, which stuck out to the side. His eyes were a pure white. He looked up at Demonheart, and smiled. "Now you're in for it," he said. The fighter then walked to where Dan was. He placed a hand on his back, and Dan was healed. He headed for Sarah, but when he touched her arm she let loose with her Siren Song. After she had run out of breath, the fighter stood there, unfazed. Demonheart was unable to believe it, and his jaw dropped.
"Who are you?" Sarah asked.
"Yeah, who are you?" Dan asked as well, walking toward the fighter.
As he walked toward James and healed him, he turned to face the entire group. "Do you know where Matt went?" two voices asked at once. They sounded familiar, but no one recognized them.
Sarah pointed to the south. "He's somewhere over there, but he isn't giving off much power. You'll be looking forever trying to find him."
The fighter transmitted away, and returned with Matt over his shoulder. He set Matt down, and began to heal him as well.
"Damn it, tell us who you are!" Dan demanded.
"Here's a clue," the fighter said. "Half of me is in love with you," he said, pointing at Sarah.
"And the other half isn't a huge fan of you," he said, pointing to Dan.
"That's Mike and Mack," Matt said. "Look at his finger."
A gold ring was there, identical to the fusion rings they all held except for the color.
"Mack and Mike have wanted these powers for a long time," the fighter explained. "They even came up with names for themselves. Mack is Genchen, and Mike is Lanzo. And since you really can't combine their real names, combining those two is the only option. So it goes without saying that you can call me Genzo."
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Genzo," Demonheart said. "I'm Demonheart-"
"Yeah, yeah," Genzo interrupted. "You're all powerful, you're gonna kill us all, Mike ruined your life so you'll end his, blah frickin' blah!" Genzo then turned to the other Z fighters. "You guys might want to get gone, I'll take care of this myself." And with that, Genzo flew upward to fight Demonheart.
Demonheart activated a black aura, ominous and looming. It made him appear very evil, and the sadistic grin he wore only added to it.
Genzo smiled, and activated an aura of his own. A red aura with flicks of gold and lightning bolts appeared around him, and was about 50 yards wide, 100 yards in height.
Demonheart was amazed at the power he was up against, but then pulled himself together. He knew that kind of aura had to be more style than substance.
He then doubled over, his eyes nearly popping out of his head, incapable of drawing breath.
Genzo had moved so quickly that his image had to catch up with the fighter himself. When it did, it showed what Demonheart already knew: Genzo's fist was buried in his abdomen, and it had effectively crippled him until he could breathe again. He saw Genzo's face, a sneer of disgust and anger. His other fist struck Demonheart across the face, causing his body to soar away from Genzo at breakneck speeds. Genzo then transmitted into his path, and struck him with a knee to the lower back. Demonheart let out a wail of agony, and left himself open for another attack. Genzo crossed his arms, and turned his back on Demonheart. "Bad things happened to you, and you blame it on everyone but yourself. Did it ever occur to you that laying off the booze and drugs might be beneficial to your chances with Alicia? Or with Jamie? Or might have even heightened your odds of winning this fight? Your body has taken so much substance abuse that you are nowhere near as strong as you could be. Granted, you probably wouldn't have beaten me anyway, but the fight would be more interesting."
Demonheart then tried to shoot Genzo in the back with a death beam - a highly concentrated beam of energy fired from one finger, designed not for utter destruction but an unblockable, piercing attack.
Genzo started to flip forward, then Demonheart lunged at him. He finished his flip, striking Demonheart in the back of the neck with his heel in a devastatingly powerful kick. Demonheart coughed, his eyes went fuzzy, and he fell out of his Super Saiyan 4 transformation. He stared at Genzo, rage welling up inside of him. As he screamed, he became a Super Saiyan 4 again. He then struck Genzo with a flurry of punches and kicks, each capable of reducing a diamond to dust. Genzo took this assault, and Demonheart then kicked him toward the ground. But, instead of falling into a heap and creating a crater, Genzo landed on his feet, as if he were a gymnast landing a dismount. He then looked up at Demonheart.
"You seem to be curious about transformations. Tell me, what do you get when you cross the darkness of the Demonic transformation with the fiery Ganguro transformation?"
Demonheart looked at him, bewildered.
"You get me. A Hellfire Saiyan," Genzo responded. Demonheart then created a small energy orb on the tip of his finger. It swelled into the size of an industrial complex, and Demonheart then compressed the huge energy to a size small enough to fit in his .
hand. He threw it at Genzo, hoping to stop him cold.
Genzo caught the blast with one hand, looked at it for a moment, then looked back at Demonheart. "You know, that's a dangerous attack. If I hadn't caught it, it could very well have destroyed the planet." He then blew out the energy as if snuffing out a candle.
Demonheart stared in amazement, then fired a huge volley of blasts at Genzo.
"Die, die, die!" he screamed, over and over again. When he was done, Genzo held the blasts in his arms, as if carrying a load of tennis balls.
"Whatever will I do with these?" he asked himself. Strands of energy then extended from his fingers, crisscrossing the armful of energy. He wove a net around it, and grabbed the end of it.
After transmitting behind Demonheart, he screamed out, "Here! These are yours!" as he hit Demonheart with the net full of attacks.
A cataclysmic explosion ensued, one that found Demonheart on the ground in a heap, and Genzo in the air, a barrier of energy surrounding him.
"Not so much fun, is it?" Genzo shouted down. "How does it feel to be lying in a hole after a far superior fighter has decided to attack you?"
"You are not a superior fighter to me!" Demonheart shouted as he attacked Genzo. He hit him with a volley of attacks, both energy blasts and physical attacks. He then smiled as he saw Genzo floating in the air, looking as though a truck had hit him.
"If you were superior to me, would that have happened?" Demonheart asked. "Come on! Aren't you even going to make this interesting?"
Genzo looked up, and blinked. All the fatigue and bruising that had been there disappeared, as if not truly inflicted - which it wasn't.
"Okay," he responded, and retaliated with an assault of his own. A kick to the head, a knee to the gut, a punch across the face, an elbow in the chest, a kick to the kidney, Genzo was very methodical in choosing his points of attack. He was also extremely effective, as the assault left Demonheart reeling. He slowly sank back to the ground, where he dropped to all fours, gasping for air. Genzo descended as well, and stood in front of Demonheart, arms crossed. "As I recall, you were saying something about the battle not being interesting. I am inclined to disagree. I found this fight to be very interesting. I've found your limits, and now I'm going to surpass them."
He grabbed Demonheart by the throat and held him at eye level. "Since we've seen you, the only thing you've tried to do is kill everyone. Death is not fun. Death is scary. Death is to be avoided."
He threw Demonheart in the air.
"And good luck avoiding death now, with me here!" he yelled as he chopped an arm through the air. "Genocide slash!" he shouted.
A crescent-shaped energy blade flew from his arm, slicing Demonheart across the chest.
"Loose Cannon!" he then shouted, extending his right hand outward and placing his left hand on his right forearm. A blast fired from the palm of his hand, and hit Demonheart, sending him soaring through the air. Demonheart then charged at Genzo, and hit him in the gut with a flying kick. Genzo looked at him, unscathed.
"Have it your way," he said. He grabbed Demonheart's right ankle with his left hand, grabbed his left ankle with his right hand, and swung Demonheart around. He swung him until Demonheart appeared a blur, even to Genzo. He swung him so fast, Demonheart nearly burst into flames. Then, he let him go. Demonheart soared so fast, he seemed unable to regain control of himself.
Genzo transmitted into his path, and held out his right arm. Demonheart was clotheslined so severely that his chin caught onto Genzo's arm, causing him to spin around his arm a half dozen times before tumbling to the ground.
"Alright, I hate to send someone to their death, but if I don't you will kill us all," Genzo said as he tossed Demonheart into the sky. He assumed a pose that made it look like he would fire another Loose Cannon, but then he began to glow red. His arms bulged with power, his eyes flared with lightning, and he finally fired his most powerful attack.
"Genocide Cannon!!"
A blast that appeared to be a Loose Cannon flew at Demonheart, but it was far more intense. It also was littered with Genocide Slashes, and upon impact Demonheart was doomed.
The crescents sliced Demonheart open in innumerable places, and the energy from the Loose Cannon did the rest. Demonheart's transformations all fell away.
"No longer will you hurt anyone," Genzo said.
As Demonheart was dissolved by the energy, Genzo knew that even though Demonheart had to be destroyed, Joe Cunningham did not deserve what had happened to him.