During the universe's tumultuous early days, the laws of physics were constantly changing and evolving. The early life forms hovering around the black holes connecting the two separate worlds likewise had to change to survive the ever expanding environment.
What would eventually become two distinct species, however, was initially just a single one. They were originally just simple replicating organisms, content with reproducing themselves, but as the generations passed by, newer more intelligent versions also began to arise. Theirs were a particular bunch, vastly different from the life we are aware of in our present time. The ever present background radiation and energy still laminating the night sky, still so thick as to stop even the passage of light was what they drew their nourishment from. They were in fact, not only the first intelligent life forms, but also the first ones capable of Ki manipulation to an advanced degree.
Their civilization flourished, technology abounded, and their art and culture was something to behold. All else being equal, they would've lasted forever in the primordial universal soup, but things were not. The ambient background radiation began dissipating as the universe twisted and turned, its space continually expanding at an exponential rate. Consequently, so too did the fore-bearers of the Kaio-shin and the demons have their connection with the universal energy dissipates as well. They began losing their powers. There was a great panic and many wars arose, clashing over which faction should have best access to the remaining available energy. All hope seemed nearly lost until the day when fore-bearer scientists developed means in which to utilize the black-holes which they called home as a means to transport themselves to Otherworld. It was hoped that there, due to its much vaster and larger mass that they would find a sufficient amount of energy necessary to continue their civilizations.
However, time was running out. The time it would take to construct the vessels capable of traversing the voyage through the black holes would take vast amount of resources and energy. Resources not readily available as the ambient radiation continually plummeted. Many would be left behind once the vessels were finished. Thus a new round of conflict began anew to determine who shall be the lucky ones able to find salvation in the Otherworld paradise. Eventually, one side won and they made the long journey to their new home. They kept the old namesakes and customs of the Kaio-shin. The ones they left behind were forced to fend for themselves in an increasingly cold and desolate universe. In their desperation for survival, they became more and more ruthless, purging the weak so that only the strong may survive and maximize their continued survival. It was in the growing void of the original universe that the first demons came into being.
Except from A History of the Early Universe by Son Gohan
Babidi watched the unfolding drama through his magical ball and snarled. "What is that fool Beelzebub doing picking a fight when I explicitly told him to lay low and just follow orders?" The mysterious figure with tall jet black hair was admittedly providing quite a good fight and excellent entertainment, but there was work to be done. What really grated on Babidi was how one of his newest Demon lord recruits had so utterly disregarded his commands. "That arrogant welch will pay dearly. Dabura!" Beelzebub summoned his most trusted and powerful lieutenant. Instantly the tall Demon King shimmered into view, his head bowed in genuflection towards his wizard master.
"I am here as you have commanded Master," Dabura said demurely, his eyes glazed over like always when in the presence of his lord.
"I command you to fetch Beelzebub and punish him for his waywardness. He's gone and gotten several of my agents on Earth killed and is now in the process of picking a fight with some strange being whom we know nothing about. His reckless actions might have endangered our entire plan if the Kaio-shin have detected his inter-dimensional transporting."
Dabura closed his eyes momentarily, searching with all his might for the location of the rebellious Demon lord. "I have located him Master. However, he has retreated to his inner sanctum with the mortal from Earth. Furthermore, he has closed all entry wards into his sphere. For all purposes, he is isolated with the Earthling unless we force our way in directly, but such a course of action will be difficult and may raise unwanted attention, especially from the remaining Demon lords not yet under your sway Master."
"What do you propose we do instead then Dabura? You are after all the Demon King and know your own kind the best," Babidi inquired, eyeing his servant closely, seeing if he was as good as creating ideas as he was at following orders.
"We could try a mental linkup with Beelzebub Milord. Once we have established a connection, then you can use your powers to force Beelzebub back into compliance whereupon we can enact more forceful measures to ensure his future loyalty. However, such action would require him to agree to open up the link on his end. An outright refusal against his rightful king, however, would be tantamount to treason. Such an action would legitimize a subsequent direct assault in the eyes of the other Demon Lords. Of course, my advice could only pale in comparison to your own infinite wisdom Master Babidi," Dabura bowed his head, awaiting the wrinkled wizard's response.
"Very well Dabura," Babidi said. "Open up such a link at once."
Vegeta ducked to the side, narrowly avoiding the fist that had been aimed at his chin. He counterattacked with several quick jabs from his feet towards Beelzebub's midsection. The demon lord blocked lazily blocked each blow, his intoxicating smile never wavering for a moment. Vegeta was not as playful. He raised one outstretched hand and fired several golden orbs. They were each swatted away but Vegeta closed the distance, fists swinging. Several blows hit Beelzebub square in the chin, satisfying Vegeta's goal of erasing his smile. Beelzebub responded with a knee upwards into Vegeta's stomach, his elbow not far behind, aiming for the back of Vegeta's neck. His blow slashed through air, Vegeta phased away with a burst of Ki-fueled speed and reappeared above Beelzebub, swinging his right fist that was holding a golden Ki ball straight towards his head. Beelzebub was not to be outdone and phased away himself moments before reappearing soon after to counterattack. The two figures zigzagged through the air, weaving an intricate dance, both fighters testing his opponent's speed and defenses, ever probing and searching for holes.
Loud booming shockwaves reverberated at a furious pace through the sky each time fist met fist and knee met knee. Vegeta blocked one punch then wrapped his grip around the wrist and threw his free hand in a punch at Beelzebub's face. The Demon likewise caught the fist, gripping his sharp claw-like fingers around Vegeta's arm, trying to force it backwards. Both fighters were locked at a deadlock, both pushing and straining to overcome the other through sheer power. Golden bolts of electrical energy leapt out of the energy fields surrounding the two locked powers.
Vegeta intentionally gave away first. He leaned to one side throwing Beelzebub off his guard, inertia carrying him forward. The Saiyan prince immediately grabbed the two horns on the demon's head and smashed his own forehead into his nose before immediately hammering his knee into Beelzebub's stomach. Spit and blood violently spat out of Beelzebub's mouth. Vegeta made sure to stay out of the way of the spit, already having lost his gloves to its petrifying effects. He did however shoot upwards clasping both of his hands together into a ball and delivered it down upon his opponent's head, sending the red skinned demon plummeting into the ground below.
Beelzebub gingerly stood up, wiping away the blood that had accumulated by his mouth. His head was ringing, and not just because of the blow to his head. The intrusive but familiar signal of his reluctant new master was trying to work its way into his head. He immediately blocked the call, not willing to afford such a distraction in the middle of a fight, but his hesitation proved costly. His senses blared into warning. The demon lord looked up in surprise, right in time for a gigantic sphere of blue energy to slam into him.
Vegeta hovered over the wrecked landscape, slightly puzzled over his opponent's distracted behavior. He hadn't actually expected his attack to land, but whatever it was that had briefly stolen Beelzebub's attention had worked in his favor. Smoke and ash kicked up from the soil by the tortuous amounts of energy and destruction being wrought saturated the atmosphere and stung and clouded Vegeta's eyes. He fell back onto his senses to probe the darkened dusty environment; he hadn't packed nearly enough energy into his last blast to kill the demon. However, Beelzebub was making that task difficult, now masking his power. Vegeta suspiciously scanned the opaque horizon. What is that arrogant sadist trying to do now? Fine, if he won't come out, then I'll smoke him out
Several large golden orbs formed in Vegeta's hand and immediately raced outwards, delivering massive payloads to the surroundings. Any area that had even the slightest hint of energy fluctuation was marked for destruction. Expanding shockwaves kilometers in diameter from the erupting explosions ripped asunder the terrain. Large jagged crevices formed where smooth Earth was just moments ago. Vegeta adopted a defensive posture, waiting patiently to see what Beelzebub would do next.
A screaming blur to his right was his first signal to duck out of the way. The demonic energy blast barely grazed his right arm, slight dark scorch marks appearing on the side of the limb. He whipped his body to face the direction he was sensing Beelzebub from, but surprisingly he merely stood there, an annoyed and exasperation expression on his face. Beelzebub finally sighed before straightening back up and returning his gaze towards Vegeta.
"My apologies for the interruption, but I was getting a call from my Master. He can be very nosy and bossy. Unfortunately his will is to be obeyed so I must end this battle now," Beelzebub settled back into his fighting stance, mirroring Vegeta's posture. "But it seems that I might have underestimated your power earlier which was the reason for the slight delay in action. I had to gather sufficient energy, but the task is complete and so I shall not insult such a worthy peer of mine by continuing to use only a fraction of my power. Behold my dear friend, the true strength of a Demon Lord!" Beelzebub stretched his arms wide, his body forming a cross like shape and began growling lowly. A purplish aura began flickering in and out of existence around the powerful Demon, the dust and ash permeating the air being pushed outwards by an expanding sphere of energy.
"I swear, you talk more than my wife does."
"Then I shan't keep you waiting." Beelzebub burst forth and slammed his fist across Vegeta's jaw. His other arm swung forth and imbedded itself deep into his stomach. The demon lord flipped backwards into the air, the tip of his feet connected with Vegeta underneath his chin as Beelzebub made the 360 turn. Now a few feet away, he brought his hands together and let loose an onslaught of purplish blasts. Vegeta barely brought his arms up before slammed into the prince - explosions rocked the surroundings in a destructive cauldron of fiery eruptions.
Vegeta felt each unrelenting blast slam into him like a ton of bricks. The pounding in his forearms and shins, raised in protective stances around his body was unceasing. Something was different now. Where before Beelzebub had fought calmly and collected, almost playfully seeking to extend the fight at every opportunity. This attack, however, was no game. It was a committee, frantic one designed for a fast kill. Vegeta could feel himself slowly being pushed further back and back. Already his feet were pushing firmly into the ground, huge rents appearing where his two legs were being hammered into the ground like nails by a mallet. The energy barrier he had erected around himself flickered incessantly under the unremitting barrage. He had had enough.
The familiar whisper of power unfathomable and bottomless began once again whispering the sweet music of instant victory into his ears. Vegeta knew such whisperings were naught but the songs of Sirens that could lead him into disaster, the memory of Cell was still fresh. Still, he needed the extra power right. He began conserving energy, waiting for the energy to build up to reach the threshold. The barrier began faltering, the energy being drained for the new found task. His sleeves and gloves began tearing as pieces of purple blasts started filtering through, striking gashes alongside his upraised arms, but Vegeta patiently waited, knowing that his transformation was imminent.
Beelzebub felt the defenses of this surprisingly formidable warrior begin faltering. He intensified his attack, mindful of the sharp ringing in his head that was Dabura trying to establish a connection. The nagging knowledge of what would happen should he outright refuse the call nagged his mind, hovering behind his ear as a constant irritation. But he would not be distracted; he had a battle to win. Proper decorum dictated that he win a sweeping victory against another overmatched mortal so that all may bask in his glory. It was the principle of the matter and he was confident he had the mortal on the ropes.
Except he sensed something changing, he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Whatever it was, it was coming from the mortal. Beelzebub grunted and poured even more energy into his assault, ready to finish the battle so he could go deal with his meddling master. Just when he felt the defenses begin to breach, a second golden flood spontaneously erupted from the other end. It soared up and upwards, sweeping batting away his own away from the sky. Where his had been a strong steady stream, this was an oceanic current easily swallowing what he fed it and surging back for more – and it was headed straight for him.
Vegeta lowered his outstretched hands. His senses were on alert, trying to see if this Beelzebub was still alive. A faint flickering of energy to his back was the only answer he needed. Vegeta immediately jumped around with an upraised arm just in time to catch Beelzebub's clawed fist. Beelzebub immediately wrenched free his arm and savagely attacked again, dispensing with his usual pleasantries.
Dabura kept his gaze downcast, "Still no response Master. We must punish Beelzebub's impertinence with prejudice. I can have my elite guard immediately mobilized and ready to storm his domain."
Babidi shook in anger at the news, the many wrinkles on his face furrowing even further. "That sniveling, no good disloyal brat. He wouldn't have half his power if it wasn't for me. How dare he ignore me? Dabura, you are to bring this miscreant before my feet. I want him on his knees pleading for mercy from me."
"As is your will."
The previous pristine landscape of Beelzebub's realm was now wrecked beyond recognition. Onlookers from afar could only see two blurry figures wildly shooting through the air. Every time they collided, another destructive shockwave would erupt from the epicenter of the collision. The demons of the realm were uneasy, never before had they beheld such power from a mortal. Their master would of course prevail, he had decreed it himself that he would prevail over this curiosity he had found in the mortal realm; his word was axiomatic, self-evident that it was reality. None could defy the will of the Demon Lords.
Sweat glistened down the face of Beelzebub, agony, frustration, fury, and incomprehension twisted the previously composed face of the Demon Lord. He threw another wild punch that was yet again easily deflected by Vegeta. His follow up energy blast was lazily swatted away by the now golden warrior. Beelzebub sped towards Vegeta, a torrent of Ki blasts heralding his approach. An expanding barrier absorbed each one before itself slamming into Beelzebub and detonating. Vegeta flew through the explosion and slammed the surprised Beelzebub with several blows before he could recover and begin defending himself. The Saiyan was hot on his heels, however, and Beelzebub barely avoided a high kick to the head with a burst of speed away. Vegeta was not far behind and both fighters resumed their high speed aerial combat, each intersecting blow sending resonating booms miles away.
Beelzebub held out his forearm to block yet another punch from Vegeta. It barely deterred the trajectory of the fist as it cavalierly continued on its course and landed on him, sending Beelzebub flying backwards. He carefully nursed his injured arm, examining it for any permanent damage but he was already suspecting he had temporarily lost its function at least for this battle. Beelzebub's mind raced, he knew his energy reserves were draining dangerously fast, already no longer sufficient in providing his body mass enough density to withstand the monstrous blows raining down upon it. The condescending facial expression on Vegeta's face only worsened the wounds to his pride.
"What are you smiling about?" Beelzebub raged.
"What's the matter? I thought you said you were going to kill me," Vegeta chuckled even as he leaned to the side away from another Ki blast before returning one of his own. Another explosion and a sharp scream of pain was the only response Vegeta received. The smile on his face only grew and grew. His Saiyan instincts were in full swing now, eager for blood to be spilt. Already the scent of his prey was in Vegeta's nose, the now palpable delicious smelling fear intermingling with the scent of his blood intoxicated him.
Another fist drove itself into his chin, Beelzebub gritted through the sharp pain, turning his head in the directions of the blow to minimize the impact, simultaneously pondering his remaining options. A compact blast charged up in his hand and detonated. The resulting explosion blasted himself and Vegeta apart, buying some more precious time. He still had some powers left in reserve, and though it would disgrace him, he could call upon his own personal guard to join the fray. His personal guards were all doubtlessly loyal. Obedience to their master was the mantra that had been drilled into them for millennia. Hidden away on the edges of the battlefield only observing, a quick signal from Beelzebub and they would immediately reinforce him; hopefully what energy he had left would protect him until they arrived.
A swipe from Vegeta's legs nearly took his head off. Beelzebub ducked at the last second, longing to send out the signal, but he needed to conserve his resources. Defeating this mortal would not solve all his problems, the response from Dabura and Babidi was still pending and would be undeniably savage if he did not think up something fast. Perhaps he could use him.
The purplish energy barrier he had put up flickered dangerously into and out of existence, each golden blast slamming into it reaching ever so closer to Beelzebub. The demon lord nevertheless kept up his evasive maneuverings, close enough to taunt Vegeta but not too close to actually get hit. With one careful eye behind him, Beelzebub extended his senses wondering if Dabura had finally penetrated the barrier separated their two realms. The demon king's power was fast approaching. Beelzebub established a mental uplink with his observing servants ordering them to allow passage Dabura and his entourage towards him. They were not to make a single action until his explicit command. Optimism reared its dangerous head in Beelzebub's heart, if he was at all lucky, he Beelzebub would be the only one left standing after all was over.
Vegeta gritted his teeth in irritation. The coward was now dancing away, no doubt trembling in fear of his power. Another golden explosion meant for the craven demon incinerated yet another area. The faint energies on his peripheral senses grew slightly, probably the denizens of this world running away in fright. He could hunt them down later to find out how to get back to Earth, they might even know what their master was doing there. Hopefully they would be sufficiently intimidated by his death to answer all his questions without the need for him to resort to other less convenient methods of interrogation. Now if only their cowardly master would hold still so he could crush his skull. He didn't know where he could possibly be running towards, the more energy this weakling was spending putting up his shielding was less energy at his disposal when he would be finally forced to stand and fight. Is he searching for help? The fool should realize there's no one strong enough on this planet to challenge me. Vegeta poured more Ki into his speed and closed the ever shrinking gap between them before finally overtaking Beelzebub.
Beelzebub immediately came to a stop and found himself facing an outstretched glove from Vegeta, a glowing blue sphere already forming. Before he could react, the Ki blast detached itself from Vegeta's hand and slammed into him, ripping apart his defenses and sending him careening into the ground below.
Vegeta landed before him, watching Beelzebub slowly pick his bloodied body off the ground. There was, however, something unnerving on his expression. That nonchalant arrogant look was back. "So, you really are insane huh?" Vegeta said. "Smiling and laughing until the very end? Well, I have to give you credit. You really are taking your impending doom better than most I've come across."
A chuckle burst from Beelzebub. "Yes, you nearly did kill me with that last attack. But nearly isn't good enough for you have finally met your end. Someone vastly stronger than I and even you will be here shortly. Once he is here, all hope of victory from you will be lost."
"Stronger than I am? Maybe I hit you in the head too hard. I sense nothing in this realm that is comparable to my power," Vegeta laughed. "But I suppose I can indulge your fantasies before sending you into whatever dimension your kind goes to once it dies. How long shall I wait for your mythical savior to arrive? I have to admit, my killing finger has been getting very itchy lately…"
"Not long at all," a booming third voice interrupted. Vegeta glanced to the side and found a group of dark red skinned figures not too far off. They too had horns and M's on their foreheads as well as being outfitted with the ornate armor and clothes of the being he had just been pummeling.
"It is a pleasure to see you milord Dabura," Beelzebub said.
"I cannot say I feel the same," was the stern reply from the new arrival. "I have come to investigate why you are refusing the summons of your rightful lord. Imagine my surprise to discover it is because you are too busy playing with your newest toy from the mortal realms." Dabura paused to eye the battered state of Beelzebub. "What's the matter Beelzebub, decided to give your newest play-thing a bit of a handicap?"
"Most magnificent lord, this troublesome transgressing mortal has dared step foot into the most hallowed realms of our people. As you can see, he has already caused my land much damage and is the reason for my inability to answer your summons. I throw myself upon your magnanimous feet and implore you my rightful liege to rid my lands of this terrible scourge that has descended upon it," Beelzebub bowed his eyes, his fists tightly gripped the soil, willing Dabura to take the trap.
Dabura cast a careful eye at the mysterious golden haired figure who had heretofore remained silent. His senses screamed a trap. This figure was apparently too powerful for even Beelzebub to handle and now he was sending Dabura to do his dirty work. Still, to outright refuse such a challenge would not look good. Already news of his incursion into Beelzebub's territory was spreading throughout the realm. If it became known he backed down from facing a mortal…
"You, what is your reason for coming to our lands?" Dabura commanded.
"Don't ask me, I'm the one that was rather rudely dragged here," Vegeta gestured to the still kneeling form of Beelzebub. "But if you allow me to finish my business with this fine gentleman here, answer some of my questions, and send me home I'll be willing to forget that this ever took place."
"You have no right to be making any demands here, especially none when it comes to servants under my suzerainty. Your very demeanor here is an insult to me and must be punished at once," Dabura growled, wrinkling his nose at Vegeta. He held up a hand and gestured towards his personal retinue. "Punish him for his impudence."
Several dark figures from Dabura leapt ahead towards the target of their lord's ire. As commanded, they raised their hands and fired several purplish blasts. To their shock, their attacks impacted upon a golden barrier. Before they could further react, return fire from Vegeta had already obliterated several of them. "Impossible one of them shouted," but Vegeta was already in their midst charging headlong into the fray.
His hands were already drenched with the darkened blood of his newest prey. The snarl on Vegeta's facing growing in ferocity with each additional kill he notched. One demon charged from behind and slashed his outstretched claw downwards. It impacted upon the unmovable force of Vegeta's forearm, his other arm already moving upwards to deliver a fatal blow upon the hapless demon.
Nevertheless, the gradual attrition of their numbers did not affect the demon horde. They pressed onwards, dutiful as ever to their master. But Vegeta did not mind. He was in his element, battling against superior numbers and swatting them away like the flies they were. Each blow from him tore into the onrushing stream. Gore and limbs alike were left in the wake of his destruction. Two demons jumped upwards and tried landing upon Vegeta, hoping to pin him long enough for their comrades to land a punishing strike. Vegeta, however, phased out of towards the side, swatting away any demons in his path. Then remembering why he had done the maneuver in the first place, he fired two blasts backwards, blowing apart the two attackers behind him. He was a never stopping blur of destruction, instantaneously shooting from one location to the next. The only signs of his passing were the destroyed bodies and ravaged landscape he left behind.
Still, as each demon fell, another arrived to take its predecessors place. Vegeta blocked another fist, then tore out the offending limb from the demon and blasted it away. After seeing the futility of direct physical attacks, the surrounding demons backed off slightly before unleashing a torrential downpour of Ki blasts upon Vegeta. Despite the sheer volume of energy being poured downwards, none were able to pierce the energy barrier Vegeta had erected down below. More and more demons fell as return fire from beneath the barrier erupted within their ranks.
Dabura growled in anger as he watched the battle unfold. This puny mortal was making a mockery out of him. No one dared to stand up before the might of him and his domain. "Enough" he bellowed. Immediately, every remaining survivor of his retinue halted their attack and returned to their master's side. Dabura glared at each and every one of them as they slowly filtered past. Blood and grime smeared their once glistening armor, the shame of defeat already palpable in the air. Fury welled up within Dabura, no one had the gall to do such a thing to a being like him.
A low laughter emanated from the lone figure standing in the middle of the crater-filled battlefield. "So, you finally have had enough? Very well, let me finish this Beelzebub servant of yours and I'll be on my way. I've wasted enough time with weaklings like you." Vegeta's said.
"You think you have the power, puny mortal, to challenge the likes of the King of all Demons?"
"King of all Demons? Perhaps I might finally meet someone with the appropriate caliber to match the Prince of all Saiyans. But if your weakling soldiers are anything to go by, then I have to admit, I'm not impressed."
"Prince of all Saiyans?" Dabura mused. He spread his hands outwards, a faint purplish aura began surrounding him. "Ah… I do believe I might have head of your race in passing. Yes, you were the group of monkeys that passed into this realm not long ago after having your planet torched. I think I might have even personally tortured some of the more arrogant ones. One of them even looked like you. I do believe he screamed something about being the King of all Saiyans before I began dissecting his body alive. It's only proper that royalty should only be treated at the hands of royalty. Have anyone of relation die recently?"
A group of Saiyans passing over here? Is this other-world? "Where am I? Is this Other World?" Vegeta demanded. A silent nagging haunted the back of his mind. Something was different about this particular demon.
"So the primitive mortal has finally figured it out. Do not worry though, for I shall soon be sending you to join the rest of your family."
"We'll see about that."
Dabura immediately flew off in a burst of speed towards Vegeta, the latter already in a defensive stance and aflame with golden Ki. An irresistible force sped headlong into an unmovable object, and to every onlooker's surprise, an immediate stalemate emerged. Steep gasps echoed from every demon watching the battle, never before had they seen their King so closely matched by a single person, not even from the Kaio-Shens much less a mortal.
Vegeta smiled as he saw the surprise on his newest opponent's face. He, however, was accustomed to battling fighters equal or even greater than his own power. Rather than futilely waste energy trying to overpower him, Vegeta lowered his defenses as bait. Dabura immediately pounced upon the relaxation he felt from Vegeta's power and lunged forward, his fist connecting with his chin. Another surprise greeted him. Vegeta did not fly off into the distance after the blow landed. Instead, he turned his head back towards Dabura. Where his fist had landed was a small barely visible scratch mark. Then suddenly Vegeta slammed his head forwards, head-butting Dabura. He recoiled back in pain only for Vegeta to go on the offensive, delivering blow after painful blow to Dabura's body. A large sphere of Ki began forming in Vegeta's outstretched hands. "Final Flash" he muttered to himself before sending the accumulated energy barreling towards its target.
Dabura painfully opened one of his eyes to see why the onslaught had sought. "This is impossible, no mortal should have this much power," he muttered to himself. It was only then that he noticed the bright flash of energy barreling towards him. He steeled himself and braced for impact.
Vegeta hovered over where the explosion was, patiently extending his senses to check for any signs of life down there. Disappointingly, he could still feel a rather large and seething dark energy presence below. "I guess I'll have to just dirty my hands again," Vegeta said to no one in particular.
Bright pulsating flashes began emanating from where the blast had struck Dabura. The ground rumbled in resistance as each flash reverberated upwards. Vegeta looked downwards. The power of the creature he had just pummeled was skyrocketing rapidly. He cocked an eyebrow at the display he was sensing and seeing below. This particular demon might prove a challenge after all.
The lightshow ended before too long and a battered and bloodied Dabura began floating up skywards to bring himself level with Vegeta. "So mortal, perhaps there is some power beneath your posturing. But it is of no concern. I shall now show you the true power of the Demons. Prepare for your imminent demise for I shall give no respite." A long dark blade simmered into existence in Dabura's hand.
I wonder if this is what I sounded like to Frieza all those years ago, Vegeta silently mused. "If this much heralded demonic power is really just a fancy light trick and a small sword, then I really have to reiterate my earlier point: I'm not impressed."
Not bothering to respond, Dabura flicked his sword wielding hand towards where Vegeta hovered.
Senses in Vegeta's mind blared into warning and he immediately leapt out of the way. A purplish plane passed vertically by where he had just hovered. It extended all the way down into the ground. Where it intersected, sharp even lines of dark gaping wounds appeared on the ground. "Nice toy you have there."
With a burst of energy, Vegeta quickly flew towards Dabura, mindful of the deadly weapon he had by his side. Every time he saw his wrist flicker, Vegeta expertly dodged to the side, gaping long scars forming in the ground beneath him. When he grew close enough, Vegeta lobbed a Ki blast towards Dabura. A purple one emerged from Dabura's free hand and intercepted Vegeta's in a magnificent explosion. But that one action bought him an extra second as Dabura was forced to stop swinging his weapon and Vegeta could stop zigzagging through the air. Vegeta immediately phased in front of Dabura and slammed a fist into the demon's face.
Dabura roared in fury and swung his weapon once more towards Vegeta. This time, his swing was interrupted. Dabura glared at the cause, Vegeta had caught the weapon between his two hands. Both figures glared at each other, Dabura trying to force his blade downwards several more centimeters where Vegeta's face was. Vegeta's muscles bulged in response, more and more Ki being fled into his arms, trying to wrench the blade away from his face. The stalemate continued once again as both fighters struggled, the battle having degenerated into a literal shoving match.
Sweat poured down Vegeta's face, stinging his empty turquoise eyes. He would not give relent; the Prince of All Saiyans would not yield to some pretentious monstrosity. With a yell, Vegeta's aura flared back into life once again and began pressing forth once more. Dabura's swore as he saw his sword began slowly inching backwards. The demon called forth more of his reserves to halt the slow onslaught from the golden terror he was facing.
Vegeta felt renewed resistance but desperation was driving him now. He called upon more and more of his Super Saiyan powers to assist him in his battle. Vegeta's figure bulked up once again, then another time. More and more Ki was being fed into his muscles. Enlarged veins began popping out all over the Saiyan Prince's body. With a mighty yell, Vegeta twitched his hands to the side and snapped Dabura's blade.
Dabura looked evenly down upon his now ruined weapon. The top part of the snapped blade was already falling into the abyss below. He opened his hand and allowed the lower portion to plummet downwards to join its brethren. The sound of loud and laborious panting now caught his attention and he looked back up. His nearly comically enlarged opponent was now heaving and dripping with sweat. The rippling muscles on his body expanding and contracting with each pant.
"Are you tired already my Prince? I was hoping now that we've skipped the warm up phase of our battle that we could begin the real fight, but I see you've already gone and prematurely expended all your energy. If you ask nicely and get on your knees and beg, I might even give you a merciful death."
Vegeta spat in response then howled in pain and anger as Dabura punched him square in the diaphragm. A knee then slammed into Vegeta's now depleted body and sent him flying upwards into the air before gravity began reasserting its presence and sent him plummeting into the cavernous abyss below. Vegeta moaned in pain once again when he felt himself impact upon the ground. His hair had reverted back to its raven black color, his body having insufficient energy to continue maintaining his super state.
Dabura landed opposite to Vegeta and raised one finger towards him. "I must admit, it has been fun. I haven't felt such exhilaration in a long time. But, you did kill some of my men and wreck my favorite blade. If I didn't make an example out of you with everyone watching, then some of them might start to get rebellious and I can't have that. I hope you understand."
"Go to hell."
"Ah, but we already are in hell. Once I send you to the proper location where malevolent dead souls are collected, and do I sense much malevolence in you, and find you, I'm going to have so much fun with you for the rest of eternity. But there's no sense in me spoiling the happy ending. You'll find out what it's like soon enough."
A purplish glow began forming on the tip of Dabura's finger, "Welcome to the rest of your stay in Other World foolish mortal…"
Two bluish purple figure wearing fancifully colored robes teleported into existence between Dabura and the now nearly comatose Vegeta. "There's been enough fighting enough, don't you think Dabura?" the shorter one of the two said.
"Dirty, wretched Kaio-Shits," Dabura hissed. "How dare you intrude upon the domain of the Demons. I see that now that you have such little honor, I was a fool to trust you to uphold your end of the bargain."
"Wrong yet again oh arrogant one. It was your kind who had broached our truce earlier. Did you think that your intrusions upon the mortal world would go unheeded by us? Be thankful that we have not declared outright war upon you for such transgressions."
"I do not care about your petty misgivings about what my kind does, now be gone from this realm before I reduce the both of you to ash."
"Very well Dabura, but be always aware that we are watching. Kibito, if you will." The taller of the two beings grunted in affirmation and picked up the unconscious Vegeta before placing one hand on the shorter Kaio-Shen. The two immediately teleported away.
Dabura growled in frustration at being denied his victory. His temper was welling up within him. If he had not suffered so many losses earlier, he would've been tempted to blast away some of his underlings for being such weaklings. Luckily for him, his eyes landed upon the still prostrated Beelzebub.
"Beelzebub," Dabura said as he floated towards his rebellious servant. "We have much to discuss."