The Vegeta Chronicles

by Demod20

What if Vegeta was the hero who killed Cell at his most powerful? What if 17 & 18 were given bigger roles in future Arcs? What if Tien Shinhan and other long forgotten characters were suddenly important? This is the series in which those characters get those big roles, and where the DBZ series is retold through their eyes and their perspective. This is...the Vegeta Chronicles!

21. Insanity vs Monstrosity

Piccolo was determined to find a lead.

Any moment he spent could mean further threats cropping up on the Earth. He could already feel a subdued malevolence where Gohan went searching for answers. Even now as those he called allies and even comrades finished their battles there was a deeper thread of conspiracy at work. They beat the henchmen and soon their big guns would come to bear at them.

"It's almost like a pattern these days. We fight the small fry but the tough guys show up to kick all of our asses and we wait for someone like Goku to beat'em," He thought with bitter bemusement.

With that he turned his thoughts on how the Dragon Team, or as Bulma once coined the Z Warriors, had developed over the course of time. From the time of Goku's death they all struggled, sweat and bled to get stronger. Bojack's arrival showed how much their mettle had improved, including his own. While Gohan and Vegeta managed to best Bojack themselves it showed what their limitations was and how far they had to go. In an even shorter time they made leaps and bounds farther than even he had anticipated. Trunks being chief among them he could feel was in a class of his own.

He knew he made his own improvements but had yet to face one of these new threats humanity had produced on their own accord. It had been so long since he was pitted against the race that he himself tried to save or enslave, given the two halves whom he used to be. The voice of the Guardian had subsided into his inner consciousness, much like Nail, making them as much a part of himself as their power was his to use.

Thinking on the techniques he found burrowed in his psyche that he thought about using soon, he found himself jolting back at a sudden sight. And by sudden, it was materialized in the blink of an eye, narrowly missing his speeding frame that had been rocketing forward. Only his timely reflexes slowed him down to be merely a few inches of a wall of red with splashes of white across it.

"What the-" He began to say, backing away from it to get a better look. When he was farther away his jaw felt slack and hung open wide with eyes bulging in sync. Sweat poured down his face as he felt the incredulous question come out of his mouth faster than his brain could process the event. "Why...is there a giant Stop Sign...in the middle of the sky?"

"WRONG QUESTION, BIG GREEN!"

As he heard a loud shout that strangely sounded augmented, he turned to look up with a grimace. His acute sense of hearing was disturbed by the shout and was furthermore annoyed at the nickname. Looking at the top of the gargantuan suspended object he caught sight of a strange sight holding a black and white megaphone in front of his face.

The man had a fairly well-built physique, his hair a glistening white that was flowing out of a hole in the suit at its top and done in a ponytail. Strange white lines seemed to circle like a whirlpool where his face, enamoring similarly along his palms and soles, even over his abdomen while the rest of his features were etched with significant detail. Aside from the megaphone in hand he hadn't a single effect on his person, giving him the unnerving feeling that he was responsible for...whatever Piccolo was seeing.

In a burst of swift movement, the Namekian was hovering before the Circle Soldier. With a hand already holding the megaphone, he crushed the piece of equipment and tossed it over his shoulder much to his enemy's surprise. Crossing his arms over his chest, he glared pointedly at the faceless man.

"I'm assuming you're with this Inner Circle," He accented with his fangs bared as his teeth clenched tightly. "Your boss, the guy in black known as Ryū...who is he? What are your true intentions? Talk fast and don't piss me off I'll consider not hurting you...much."

"Whoa-Whoa-Whoa!" The Agent declared with outstretched hands, shaking them at the tall turban toting warrior. Pointing to himself for emphasis as he waved his hands for emphasis, he asked sardonically. "Do I look like the kind of guy who knows the answer to all of those blunt, good yet hard questions of yours? Obviously! So I'll tell ya what I know, but just chill for a few secs. First off, the Ryū guy is someone your racially offensive looking gardener on the Lookout knows intimately. Beyond that I won't say."

"That explains why Popo was acting so panicked. He saw someone he knew," Piccolo realized as a part of his subconscious crawled with nostalgia at the mention of someone vague before his other half had become the Earth's Guardian; a title he preferably called himself over the last title of 'God of Earth' that he didn't feel deserved of.

"Secondly!" The man declared with a pair of outstretched digits. "I don't know the big picture. What was hinted to me was that we're preparing for something BIG. I mean, bigger than fighting a stupid Bug Man, Ginger-800, the Terror Twins, a Pasty Fat Mandroid and his Old Mandroid not to mention a half-baked Cyber-Tyrant and his Hagglin' sorry excuse of a father. So I guess he'd be bigger than all of them or...not?"

"Not important!"

"Yeah, you're right," He answered seemingly to himself as he visibly crouched down with a sigh, sitting atop of the floating sign. Leaning on an open palm he gestured with his free hand as he finished speaking, from his perspective anyways. "But that's about it. I'm just another guy, sent to fight ya like the steppin' stone to a boss battle. Take it for what you will, if you can grasp that."

"Oh I got the picture alright," The former Demon King hissed with impatience, finally hearing out what the goon had spoken. "Last thing. What kind of sorcery allows you to create such a convincing illusion like that? It feels like Ki yet I know that can't be real."

"Ah! You mean this?" The agent inquired as he patted the sign, making a loud clanging sound. It made Piccolo grimace at the sound, his sensitive ears feel like they were hearing gunfire instead of slaps against metal. Still the look and sound was convincing. When he saw him wrap his hand around it, he watched him stand up and rest his feet on the air in front of it. "That'd be kind of impressive if I had that level of Psychic Ability. But I'm not anything like the bosses. Instead I got my own little special ability, a polished trick if you will. You see, this sign here..."

It happened faster than Piccolo gave him credit for. His head made a resounding gong noise as he was caught off guard and a giant metal sign crashed over his turban covered crown. He fell down from the force of it all, sent straight plummeting into the cool surface of the ocean. Performing a Kiai to halt his downward momentum, he took a few moments to recollect himself before speeding upward like a bullet, already aiming to dish out payback.

Then he saw the building-sized stop sign in his hand move with his arm and crash into his now prepared guard. The power behind it made the air ring, much to his audible discomfort. But it was also making one palpable thing clear: it was no illusion!

"...is very real," The agent finished, smiling behind his mask as his grip indented into the framework of the unorthodox choice of weapon. "And I'll use it to STOP you! HA! I'm so Punny!"

"Very clever. Now get to work or we'll be in trouble!"

"No need to tell me twice, haha!" He howled out with laughter, swinging his sign out to catch the Namekian on his other side.

Instead of parrying the caped, emerald skinned former Guardian palmed an energy sphere and twisted his body to deliver a thrust to fire it at the sign's face heading for him. A short roar later and the sign crumpled inward before exploding out in a molten fireball. Firing away into slag that rained down towards the ocean he twisted back to face his opponent, now seeming to wield a giant Whack'a'Mole hammer easily twice his size.

This time he was prepared.

"Ngh-!" The Circle fighter grunted as he felt his arms vibrate and his body shudder. The hammer in his grip had rattled with a violent stop. Looking up he caught sight of Piccolo's outstretched palm having stopped it with one hand. Digging his claws into it, he ripped the head from the handle, using his free hand to discharge a concussive burst of Ki directly into his face.

The force was substantial enough to send him flying across the sky, descending down to the waves and stopping near the cliffs. Looking up as he steadied himself to see the head of his hammer thrown back at him in breakneck speeds. Instead of the handle it was now a baseball bat and he arched his body in a batting posture before cracking the bat and the hammer head into tiny shards with a loud whack.

"Oh damn, I fouled out!" He swore with a exclamation of disappointment.

"You have no idea."

"That wasn't me, you idiot!" The voice inside the agent's head cried out, causing him to turn around with a look of surprise; Piccolo's glaring beady black eyes and a grimace of annoyance on full display made him look like a terrifying demon at such close quarters. Squeaking, he backed up with an acrobatic twirl, landing on his tip-toes to imitate a ballerina. Slapping his behind he laughed at the sneering Namekian. "Can't touch this ass, Namekian!"

One twisting punch later and the green skinned knuckles crashed straight into the agent's face, warping it inwards comically before sending him skipping across the ocean's surface. Feeling himself get struck from the left, the right, underneath and finally above he'd spiral through the air till he crashed into the wall of the cliff. Embedded into the stony surface, he hung there with his hair draping over one shoulder along his torso down to his thigh. But instead of panting or emit a sign of his exhaustion, he simply sighed as his enemy approached him from the air.

"You know, as much as I love being pinned down, I gotta wonder if this is all the strength you got up your sleeve. Cause if that is, then you must have not gotten as strong as the bosses thought you could have," He taunted with an audible smile, one that made the Namekian's blood boil.

"I've yet to even begin to show my full strength and you're wasting my time with gimmicks," He snarled, raising a hand to begin charging a ball of Ki. The intention to finish him off as genuine as he had little to no care about the lives of these attackers. If they would catch the Earth in an unbridled Ki storm then he knew that their rampage could possibly engulf the whole planet and harm millions. It was easier just to eliminate the threat and be done with it. "I don't even care I know who you are. Better I don't so I can forget you just as quickly."

"Wait! You need to-!" The faceless agent was about to retort before a large wave of golden light washed over him. Molten plasma of gold outlined white breathed outward, enveloping the cliff and then stretching out in a plume of flames that obliterated the earth for a visibly incalculable distance. From the sea it'd look like a big gash was carved into the ground nearest to him, smoldering and hissing from the exertion. Lowering his hand he rolled his eyes at how much of a pain it all was-

"Geez, you need to let people finish talking, dingus!" The entity retorted, his figure exactly where he was when he launched his attack. Turning to look around with surprise he felt the energy that had been giving him bad vibes since the beginning. It was radiating off of him, invisible to the naked eye but there. Constant and wildly thrumming, it exuded off him like an aroma, one he had no idea where it came from. Thumbing his chest, the agent introduced himself with a devilish smirk under his faceless mask. "The name's Void, and I'll show you why I was sent to stop you, Piccolo Junior."

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Chapter 21 - Insanity vs Monstrosity

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Trunks had it cut out for him.

After telepathically contacting the others, much to his relief to find out they were safe, he directed to a rendezvous point. Knowing that they were being monitored he chose they meet up at the Kame House it being in the most remote part of the world by comparison to their other places of refuge. Not to mention he didn't want to risk damaging the Lookout on accounts to it being the home of Earth's Guardian and it having far more value than an island with a small house on it.

Unfortunately, his mother wasn't pleased to find out what had happened while she had busied herself studying the ambiguously created piece of tech armor. After boarding the ship with everyone they wished to transport to the new alleged safe house, she continued to simmer with a begrudging attitude. What's worse, even as Trunks stood behind her she couldn't help but look at his newly less hippy look.

"I can't believe after you refused to get your hair trimmed by me, you lose it in the first fight you have!" Bulma she hissed aloud with a roll of her eyes, training her sights at the horizon as the Capsule Jet propelled them across the skyline.

"Wasn't my choice nor my desire," He groaned as he tenderly felt the scabbed wound over the back of his neck where the cut had released his mane from his scalp. "Just be thankful I had the presence of mind to dodge the worst of it; I'd have lost my head if I didn't."

"And Ginyū, GINYŪ of all people did it?! I thought he was still stuck in a disgusting space frog body!" She exclaimed, while her younger son counterpart bounced impatiently in his seat, feeling a bit antsy after all the excitement of moving into the airplane.

"Believe me, I was surprised, just as you are," Trunks sighed, his eyes narrowing at the passing clouds that filled their continuously moving vista. The ocean below that was peppered with islands told him that they were getting closer to where they needed to be. In another few minutes they'd be where the others were or will be in due time. "The fact this organization boasts not only formidable humans with state of the art tech not available to Capsule Corp OR the Government speaks volumes of the discretion they've kept until now. They've even kept us under close surveillance, knowing a lot about our techniques, abilities and even habits. They had the strange presence of mind to evacuate a large part of the city before even engaging us in combat which strikes me as odd as it is scary the amount of influence they have in the world."

"Yeah, not to mention they can make their own Cyborgs," Krillin piped up from behind, earning a turn of the Capsule coat covered Saiyan Hybrid. The prior was leaning back in his own seat next to a closed-eyed Eighteen while Seventeen was stretching on the other side of his twin. He smiled a bit confidently he raised an arm and flex to impress his taller companion. "But they weren't a match for us! Good thing our training helped prepare for us."

"Given they did a sloppy work of analyzing our power levels, I can't say I'm surprised," Eighteen replied as she leaned her head over to rest atop Krillin's head. Had he been taller he knew it'd be a tender shoulder rest she'd be getting. Instead he could only mildly blush and grimace that his head was the closest thing to a resting place she'd get. "If they actually did better espionage we might have actually been in real trouble."

"Yeah but with our new multipliers, we should take on even guys on Vegeta's level," Seventeen proposed with a haughty tone, stretching a hand out to clench it into a fist. "In fact, if we finish this in good time, I might actually challenge the MC Widowspeak to a fight. Been awhile since I've fought any of you guys and I'm getting the itch to relieve that with a good ol' scratch."

"Oh dear, but he's still tuckered out," Mrs. Brief mentioned from her seat apart from them, being the most odd one out of the assembled. Vegeta on the other hand was hilariously still snoring and grumbling in a deep sleep, his body resting on the cot of the bed he had taken hostage when he left Trunks and Bulma from their emotional talk. His tattered clothes were still stained of sweat and blood but his body looked recovered from his healing by Dende. "Poor thing looks so worn out."

"That's just him being a Saiyan. Recovering after such a arduous fight isn't something that's to be unexpected," Trunks replied on behalf of his grandmother, looking down at his shameless postured father with an expression of amusement. Despite all of his hardened exterior and sharp tongued talk he still slept like a slob and held back a certain dependency on his family in check. "Still, it's strange to see him asleep for so long. I wonder how long it has been since he's had a good night's rest."

"In the last year he hardly slept in the house. Poor thing must work himself near to death in that metal box of his," Vegeta's mother-in-law attested, looking with sad eyes at the drooling Saiyan's resting face. "I was so relieved to hear my sweet Bulma had come to her senses recently when the two made up as they did. I just wish it had happened on such a less distressing day."

"Don't we all? Haha!" Krillin joked with a laugh.

"Not so loud," Eighteen murmured as she rubbed her head over his smooth crown.

"Uh, Eighteen, since when have you really slept?" The dwarf asked dubiously, knowing that neither of them surprisingly did the deed. Even still he hadn't once really caught sight of his beloved girlfriend ever sleeping like a normal person would. It puzzled him so he couldn't help but ask now.

"It's not much as sleep as it is ultra low power mode," She explained as she yawned, squirming in her seat to scooch closer to him to get a bit more comfortable. "About as close to sleep as we get, it also helps restore power to systems in us that were overtaxed or needing the energy. Seventeen needs to do it more often with how much he abuses this new 'power-up' we discovered."

"Aw, c'mon sis! It's not going to kill us to push ourselves a bit higher than 100%," He urged with a grin, leaning back in his seat without a care in his demeanor. "It was only a few seconds and those chick bots didn't stand a chance. We let them off easy considering we could'a scrapped them just as quick as we tossed them."

"I rather not take a route that Dr. Gero expected us to and be more like a late ginger friend of ours," She quipped back, opening one eye slightly to shoot him a harsh stare at him that shut him up.

"Hey! I think we're here!" Bulma called out, halting any continued dialogue between the group. Finding the island was unharmed was surprising given her sight of vapor clouds hanging over it and the surrounding seaside. Not to mention she noticed a few pock marks where craters looked like they had formed on some surrounding islands on the way there. There on the island beech however was a bandaged Tien with the hat & cloak toting partner of his, Chiaotzu, busying himself with reading the mind of a more bandaged woman than himself. "Oh boy, guess we're going to need some explainin' as to what that entails..."

Landing her Capsule Jet partially onto the beech and some on the water, she aimed to be not nary half a dozen meters from the three. When everyone hobbled out, Puar and Oolong peeked out of the windows, wondering to themselves why more people were coming. Then again, Tien had told them to stay quiet and inside though they made their own private conclusions as Mrs. Brief of all people along with a cot clinging Vegeta was snoring away.

"Did their house burn down?" Oolong asked Puar.

"I dunno. It may have something to do with that woman who was fighting Tien Shinhan," The cat partner of Yamcha speculated.

"Man, I don't like this," The pig changeling rubbed his head as he turned to lean against the wall of the top floor room. "We go out to have a surf, get some laughs in and some exercise. Then freakin' fireballs start popping up everywhere then a freakin' hurricane that was coming from Tien! When we arrive he's all tight-lipped and just death glares us to go inside. Ugh, I hate this worse than the old days..."

"At least your partner didn't abandon you," Puar moped with ears flattening over his skull, dropping to the ground with a sigh. "He just said to stay out of trouble while he trains and hangs out with that girl. What's so special about her anyways."

"Beats me, I don't even know what the Hell is going on these days," Oolong shrugged as he looked up at the ceiling fan. "I miss being relevant."

"Me too," Puar nodded as he joined his fellow anthropomorphic friend in their mutual sulking.

Those down below, however, had much more pressing concerns than petty wallowing.

"So, you guys turned out alright," Tien observed at the few scratches that the Cyborgs, Trunks and Krillin all had. "Guess you got off easy. My enemy was one of the ones with strange powers."

"Yikes, she did a number on ya," Krillin winced at seeing the blood soaked bandage wrapped around his right arm and another strapped over his chest. Taking a look at the woman's rather exaggerated garments it only took a throat being cleared by Eighteen to return his focus back at the triclops. "So, did she spill anything? Why she was out here?"

"Other than trying to destroy the old hermit's island, just trying to kill us I suppose," The former assassin deduced as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. Taking a look at the still unconscious woman he grimaced with visible frustration. "Chiaotzu got some information, but it's mostly related to her. She was a young girl drafted into intelligence for the Red Ribbon Army. But, when that organization fell apart -thanks to Goku- she just became a spy for hire. That's when this Inner Circle apparently recruited her. Apart from that, we weren't able to get more than that as someone from the outside is blocking her mind from further probing."

"I'm trying my best," Chiaotzu implored as he tried, visibly sweating with veins pulsating around his hands and face. "But this is like trying to break through a stone wall with a pick ax. He's so unrealistically strong that I can't imagine him being nowhere I can't sense. He has to be their leader or something to be able to tap into minds remotely and reinforce them at a whim..."

"Could be, or maybe just another member who has strong telepathy prowess," Trunks suggested, turning to look over at Tien with a serious furrowed brow. "So aside from her, no one else came here, right? You're sure she was the only one."

"I think we were seriously underestimated, given what we have felt, in how they were beaten by all of us," The Crane Schooler suggested with a smile. "She practically bragged that she was sent here to finish us off herself. I think if I hadn't been so quick on my feet, her special ability could have been life threatening. Anyone else I can't make a guess but she was strong only by the merit of her abilities. She couldn't have been stronger than the Cyborg Twins over there but she definitely wasn't weak."

"Hey, don't compare us to some red-haired model," Eighteen countered with a glare at the three eyed man.

"Yeah, we're much prettier than she is," Seventeen wagged his eyebrows much to his sister's chagrin. Thumbing over to Trunks he joked further. "Plus, the ex-rocker over here took care of his enemy while not being a Super Saiyan. These guys may be good but I doubt they're packing any punch compared to enemies like Cell or us. It's a little insulting, given their big entrances. "

It was then, that they all felt it; minus the two Cyborgs whom looked clueless to the sudden shocked expressions on the human fighters' faces.

An immense power that radiated in the ocean, up northeast of the island. Subtle vibrations created distorted tides within the seaside and even made the ground of the island shake. And what they could tell there were two signatures that it belonged to the single fusion of force impacting the planet far away. One they could identify and the other was completely foreign to them.

"Is that...Piccolo?" Trunks asked with a look of bewilderment.

"Holy Crap!" Krillin shouted aloud as he backed up into a confused Eighteen. "T-T-That's Piccolo alright! He's super strong now!"

"No joking," Tien smiled with a bead of sweat crawling down his naked brow. "That bastard, always training in secret. I'm guessing he's stronger than the token Super Saiyan now."

"Yeah, but there's something else too," Chiaotzu stopped what he was doing, feeling the Ki himself. "It's...spiraling...continuously into an abyss. It's like the energy never stops and is always flowing. Like it's...like it has no end to it..."

"Wait, you mean like our Infinite batteries?" Seventeen asked with a snort. "There's no way a mortal could have that kind of power. Well, other than Cell when he absorbed us, yeah but he needed US for that to work."

"Don't remind me," Eighteen shivered, looking to Krillin to see his complexion pale. "Is this guy strong?"

"That's the thing. I don't know," The dwarf swallowed as his throat grew parch at the sensation. "I mean, he's equal with Piccolo and I didn't think that'd be possible. But, he is and I don't know what limits he has. That's the scariest thing! I just don't know!"

A dry laugh soon escaped out of an unexpected source. Turning to look over, Flare had regained consciousness, smiling as her eyes looked up at her captors and mutual enemies. A look of foreboding knowledge of what they felt is what she was feeling, "Your green friend is so dead. I haven't felt that kind of power coming from Void in a long time. The psycho is going to rip him apart."

"You guys have a bad habit of underestimating us so I wouldn't put my bets against him just yet," Tien reminded her, giving way for her to sneer visibly while he simply glared with disapproval at the downed woman. "If anyone of us could have a higher chance of winning against an unknown, it's Piccolo. Next to Saiyans that guy is a monster. He doesn't have the kind of mercy that we're known for."

"Yeah? What's that going to do against a guy who can't be killed?" Flare queried, causing a group of shocked expressions to incredulous break out. Giggling, she coughed and groaned at her own injuries inhibiting her delight. "Oops, was I not supposed to spoil that? Guess it's too late. The bastard can't die. Believe me, a fair number of us including his own father has tried."

"You mean to tell us he's Immortal?" Seventeen doubtfully shot her a stare. "That's bullshit. The old man may be long-lived but he's still able to get killed. Cell was almost unkillable but he was still offed. No one is invincible, fire-pants."

"Not even if it was by a mystical power like the Dragon Balls?" She asked with a dark smile, instantly making looks of alarm cross Trunks and Tien.

"Wait a minute! Are you saying he gained it through the Dragon Balls?" Trunks interrogated with a fierce shout of alarm. "That shouldn't be possible. We'd have known about it!"

"Who knows?" She cheekily smiled as she leaned up on her elbows. "And he's from the same squad that crazy bitch, Sky, is from. The same gal that put Vegeta out of commission. So just think twice before you people underestimate those three or else your hopes will drop as fast as they were raised."

The memory of the surprisingly shy yet obsessive woman he kept from killing his father rushed back into his mind. The sheer volume of Ki he had to cut through was wild and unfocused yet was still present in his thoughts. Whatever power she had harnessed felt similar to this new phantom signal that this Void created. If she had the ability to create such a powerful aura then he had no idea just how capable she, Void or the other unmentioned third member truly was.

"Hehehehe, you're all going to die! I'll watch and enjoy every second of it!" Flare shrieked with manic laughter despite the choking fits of pain and injury she still felt. It alarmed Chiaotzu, the one who had tended her wounds, enough to stumble back on his haunches away from her. Flames were already rising off her skin, threatening to burn her wrappings as her mania increased. "You'll burn in Hell for all the shit you put this planet through you-"

In a rush of movement, she was halted. Planted onto the sandy earth she had a boot slam into her middle that took the breath out of her. Another extended yet wrapped arm of his own was merely inches away from her neck. The near invisible movement created a laceration around her throat, shallow yet noticeably painful to her senses. The effect was that dumbfounds her, that soon evaporated into begrudging apprehension at her better.

"You have a lot of nerve to talk like that to us when you were the ones who brazenly assaulted us simultaneously," Tien coolly spoke in a voice that was almost a whisper, barely audible to anyone but the one he kept pinned underneath his boot. "But go ahead. Keep that trap moving. Give me a reason to cut your tongue out or split your neck open. I'm still a bit agitated by the scar you've given me so don't think I'm not in a bad enough mood to put you down for good."

It was an act of cold promise that made even Trunks feel a bit tense. As much pent up anger and frustration he had to his current enemies this was on a level he knew he couldn't truly obtain. Even after the Cyborgs brutally murdered his mother he never hardened his heart completely. If he had, he knew he wouldn't have cared if his father met an ill fate or that his mother worried about him. It was the ironic part that he knew he was still human underneath the Saiyan rage and instinct.

Tien, he didn't know what to make of him despite his fortitude and will being as strong as any of the warriors he was surrounded by. But the sincerity behind his emotionless words that carried a dulled razor of anger made him grimace. Killing a woman in cold blood, knowing she was human, was easier for him? He didn't know what kind of past the Crane Schooler had other than hearsay but it was definitely eye opening to see him do it.

"Heh," Flare chuckled, her eyes drawn to half mast as she finally surrendered her resistance as a show of compliance. "You're a scary guy, Tien Shinhan. The Crane School really hasn't left you completely, has it?"

"They taught me to survive but they didn't teach me to fight for the right things," He glared as his arm retracted from her, pulling his boot off her chest, keeping eye contact as he looked over his shoulder at the agent. "But at least I found my way and good people to fight or rely upon. Piccolo? He's got hundreds of years of old killer instinct buried underneath his new role of guardianship. Compared to him, I'm a Saint. Your unkillable ally won't stand a chance against him."

"We'll just see," She countered as she closed her eyes and let out a ragged sigh. "Won't we?"

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Ever since Piccolo had delivered what he thought was the finishing blow, Void came back to surprise him. It was almost as if he became a different person. Every move flowed like a changing river amidst a storm. At times it looked erratic but changed too quickly to form a pattern. Like fighting a slot machine through analysis, his observance to his nemesis appeared only like guesswork before.

But he wasn't nearly done fighting yet.

Hurling a Kiai from an extended palm he found himself frustrated that the barreling pocket of propelling air missed his target. Instead the white-haired, faceless man jettisoned his legs in a corkscrewing motion directly into his chest. With enough power to cause spittle to fly out of his mouth he didn't have time to hear the air pop before he was embroiled in a curtain of friction created flames that wrapped around him as he was sent plowing through the water's surface far away.

"Yeah, how was that?!" Void asked with a whooping holler, punching the air rapidly a few times as he bounced on an invisible platform in the sky. "You were talking all that good shit until I kicked you in the chest!"

"Nice quote."

"Thanks," He replied to himself.

"It seems our strategy is working. Keeping him off balance by changing our plan of attack works. If only I didn't have to deal with the Captain of insane idiocy over here."

"C'mooooon! You took me out of my vacation for a fight so of course I'm going to suggest we launch a fleet of laser powered unicorns-"

"How is that even a THING?!"

"What, you jelly?"

"Guys-"

"That word shouldn't even be used by you."

"What's worse? That I said it or that you're thinking it right now?"

"Neither. They're both just as bad as spending the same amount of space with you in it."

"Aw, that hurts my fweelins. Wanna kiss to make my boo-boo bet-"

"OH WILL YOU JUST-!"

"Guys!"

"WHAT?!"

"He's back," Void mentioned with a point of his finger at a shooting star speeding form of blue and white heading straight towards him. Ducking down over the lunging double-thrusting punch he crossed his wrists together and blinked a pair of wrist attached swords on either arm. Cutting through the Namekian's chest, he was pleasantly awarded with a hoarse scream of pain as thick ichor bled over his body. "Shoulda thought that one out, you overgrown gremli-"

It was before either of the three personas could comprehend. One moment he saw a slowly bleeding warrior above his horizontally floating frame. The next the garments, skin and even blood glowed a bright golden hue. Instantaneously in the following moments a piercing scream was sounded that was deafened by an enormous explosion that spherically widened to the size of a small meteor. With pulses of the shockwaves that followed impacting the water and blowing away clouds hanging in the sky, the real Piccolo slowly rose out of the water, his eyes steeling for the faintest sign of the sensation he felt coming off his enemy.

Given that it didn't even fluctuate, he knew the blast didn't finish him.

The sound of a door knocking was heard from behind, his reflexes causing him to spin around to look agape at a brass handled, crimson door with a peep hole behind it.

"Knock-Knock," A voice emanated from behind it. "Guess who?"

"...what?" Piccolo asked with a violent twitch, instinctively charging a ball of orange colored Ki into his right hand.

Bursting through the door, Void leaped out in a flamboyant arm-raised prance; only now he was wearing a maid's outfit over his current uniform, visible during his jump towards the angered Guardian, "Housekeeeeeeeepiiiiing!~"

"Oh will you just DIE already!" He shouted out as he lunged forward, unleashing a Masenko wave that erased the doorway and cleaved the surface of the ocean for miles. It didn't however connect with his target, having vaulted over it to place a flipping ax kick to his skull. The blow sent him reeling forward straight into the seawater, just as Void made a cutesy pose with a wagging finger aimed where he sent his enemy plunging.

"Tsk-Tsk-Tsk," Void clucked his tongue exaggeratedly, swinging his hips back and forth. "Not till I clean up your act, boogeyman."

"As charming as that was, you probably need to inflict more damage than these kiddie punches you insist on throwing."

"Yeah! Fuck'em up! Show him what we-er-I mean you're made of, haha!"

"The fight wouldn't last that long if I do, though," He argued against his two inner voices.

"Oh? Then how will you think when he decides to go all-out on you?"

"Wait, he's got more power?" Void inquired with surprise, bodily flinching back to emphasize this.

"If you had been paying attention he's been able to deal such damaging blows and not even truly exert himself. No, I think he's just about to...yeah, now actually."

"That can't be...oh shit, he's right!"

Turning to look down at the water where he sent his opponent submerged, a sudden upheaval of water rose upward along with a deafening howl. The depths churned and twisted around the source, a shimmering blue light causing it all the spiral around him by the force of Ki emanating from the now turban and cloak-less body. Such a brilliant light coursed around him in a constant pulsating fashion that he could even compare to the magnificence of a Super Saiyan's visage.

As he let out a slow exhale, the force stopped being let loose and the ocean flowed back in the whirlpool he had created. Before the wall of water could touch him, he was standing in front of Void whom stood stoically his ground. In fact when his now defused visage appeared he started...to laugh?

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, this is rich! I really am fighting an inhuman freak," Void declared as he lifted his head back and palmed his face. Lowering it down, he slowly crossed his arms, his body now jettisoning a ghastly aura that seemed to shriek within the sky. The sounds created a haunting melody that made Piccolo's ears ring, his hands reaching up to cover them futilely. As the Ki discharged off his faceless enemy, tongues of twilight dye created an effigy of a smile across his featureless mask just as a pair of eyes were likewise colored over where his orbs most likely presided behind the skin wrapped film. His hair billowed around his skull just as his muscles rippled and flexed, tensing for the desire that was palpable the former Demon King could sense; the urge to murder in any capacity he could. "I never thought I'd have to honestly put in some effort into killing you."

"YEAH! That's the spirit! Send the bastard back to Mars, antenna toting freak!"

"Finally putting forth effort? This is unlike you, Void."

"I got no other choice," He muttered as intangible teeth bared towards his emerald-pink skinned enemy. "He just won't let up until I give him a real fight."

Without any further dialogue exchanged, Void swung out both arms and in a flash of light, thousands of armaments filled the air to form a complete circle around the airborne emerald skinned fighter. Each one had a bizarre appearance, from one looking like a fang barreled shotgun with menacing eyes to rainbow dyed cannons. But aside from the look, each weapon held more firepower than any man-made firearm, causing Piccolo to regard them as a serious threat.

"Hey Namekian, guess what university I graduated from?" He inquired, finishing shortly after his own question. "TEXAS!"

Snapping his fingers together, a thunderous barrage of discharges were sounded. From Void's sense of hearing he could hear something solid that continuously pummeled and exploded against it. But a defining thrum was heard beyond the circle of weapons, a shriek of sound followed by a widening bubble of golden light. Seconds later and the white haired warrior was sent flinging backwards, his weapons atomized by a large Explosive Wave sent by the Guardian.

With Piccolo in hot pursuit, wrapped once again in a mantle of azure light, he'd zoom in and shoot out an orange wave of Masenko at the flinging body of his opponent. Before it fully connected, he'd find himself witnessing a gleaming object race through his own attack. Splitting it in half with a loud ripping sound he pulled his body in a sideways twirl, his palm cut open by that he now saw was an elongated blade.

"Damn, you beat me with a barrel roll," Void commented with a fiery smirk, now levitating upright with the sword instantly at normal length in his right hand. "You took lessons from Skippy, didn't ya?"

Snarling, Piccolo charged a pair of yellow spheres in each hand promptly unleashing them in a volley of rapid thrusts. Shouting with every discharge, the dozens of Ki shells rushed towards his target; each one deftly cut apart into dozens of pieces. At the end of the sporadic cacophony of blasts did a confident Void realize that they didn't disperse but remained hanging in the air around him.

"Oh shit!" Void hissed as he saw his cage of imminent, sparking doom.

"HELLZONE GRENADE!" Piccolo declared with his arms crossed, causing the hundreds of Ki segments to swarm him, creating a united blast. In a wave of petering plasma and force wave of pressure blew back, licking at his skin did his ears pick up something abnormal. Like a knife coming out of a sheathe it slid behind him, causing his reflexes to move in response. As his right arm was cut down from the shoulder what remained of him ignored the pain and spun around to swing his other hand, formed into the shape of a knife that cut the air and as a result, struck his enemy.

"DOUBLE SHIT!" The infernal faced grimaced visibly as his body was cut down form the waist down to his now falling pair of legs. Looking down as his wounded frame oozed ichor and guts he just sighed with irritation at the painful display of injury. "Aw, fuck. You killed me!"

"Not dead enough from my standing," Piccolo commented with a wry grin. It was thinly veiling his annoyance of how hard to kill his enemy was, given how many times he thought he landed a mortal blow.

"No, from your point of view this doesn't look bad," Void countered with circular burning eyes and a thin burning lipped expression. Pointing at his bleeding torso that oozed downward he explained briefly. "This would ordinarily kill a man. Unless you got me to a doctor, I'd be done for. Blood loss and lack of organs can do that to a human being."

"Let me guess," His enemy began to ask with some curiosity, ignoring the fact he himself was bleeding from a lack of a limb himself. "You're not human?"

"Oh, I am 100% human being. At least, I think I am-"

"You are human."

"Yup! All human. Even down in the-"

"SHUT UP, YOU!"

"Hey, quiet! You know I can't think so that's really distracting!" The white-haired, burning faced man yelled aloud, continuing to seem more manic to the observance of his enemy. Hearing that they had quieted down with a meek 'sorry', he sighed and grunted. A squeal of undeniable pain later and bones, interlacing rapidly with muscles, tissue, skin which was followed by the ripped partitions of the suit followed to cover him up once again in the enveloping embrace of his featureless appearance. "Ah! Much better! Got my valuables and legs where they should be, haha!"

The entire time Piccolo just gaped as he felt no dip in the man's power, just as he had been feeling all along. As his enemy clicked his heels and flopped his lower appendages he began to reel his mind for ideas. He knew there had to be a strategy, something that could tip the scales in his favor. Looking at his vacant right shoulder, now a bleeding stump, he grinned as he looked back at his enemy.

"You're a fool on the outside but you're a resourceful, crafty fighter. I'll give you that much."

"Huh? I was complimented? That's a new one," Void reeled back, his burning expression portraying one of genuine shock. "No one compliments me! What do you want and what are you up to?!"

"Must you be suspicious? Maybe he's warming up to you!"

"No, don't listen to him, you're right. He may be up to something..."

"Hey, JUST because Sky falsely compliments him to get him to do stuff for her DOESN'T mean that everyone is like that."

"There's always a catch. No one likes Void and that's why we're here. He's got no one but us so not even an enemy could ever give him even what we can-"

"Wow, thanks for that buddy but that's really distracting at the moment. Marvin the Martian is up to something again," Void interrupted, watching Piccolo's body shimmer oddly. Like a rainbow it glittered before spawning two more Piccolos then they split apart and made two more. The process continued until there were well over a hundred of them surrounding him, each with their own missing arm and visibly the same expression. "It's like he's...multiplying?"

"But his power level isn't dropping! Is he performing Magic?! Is he a Space Wizard?!"

"No, there's obviously Ki at work. Guard yourself, Void. We'll keep up our work here so you can keep doing your thing."

"Got it," Void replied to his inner selves, visibly grinning as his hands splayed out along with his legs. Slowly edges of swords protruded from various angles around his suit covered skin. Looking like a deranged porcupine of a human, he let out a high pitched scream as he spun around, all of the blades stretching out till a razor ball of high rotation that swelled to an astronomical scale. The many bladed edges crashed into the multiple copies of Piccolo that were around him, each one disappearing in a snapping flash after flash. As quickly as he did he ended his spin with a dizzied twirl in the air. "I-I...oh god...I think I got'em..."

"Clever, but try and keep your awareness. His Ki hasn't vanished yet-"

"BEHIND YOU, BAKA!"

As he heard the voices chime in, he twisted around, now devoid of his bodily protruding array of swords. Instead he parried a clawed swipe with a snap kick. Producing a pair of handguns he pointed at the Namekian's chest...

...only to find his neck suddenly strangled by a freshly regenerated arm that sprouted in an instant, stretching to carry him downwards away from the source.

"Grk!" He choked, his grip lost on his now vanishing weapons.

"Think fast, what can we give him?!"

"Comical Buzz Saw!"

"Tnks!" Void garbled out as a clown-faced saw came into his right hand, swinging it towards the wrist of the arm of the speeding elastic limb. Halted by a sudden growth of the digits that held his neck, it soon overlapped his whole body into an enormous palmed grip. The giant hand overpowered him, cracking multiple bones and shattering his body in multiple unpleasant ways. "EEEEK!"

"And now," Piccolo announced with a grin, turning foul as his fangs bared with a glorious shout. "GIANT MASENKO!"

Unfurling his palm, an enormous fissure of destruction was unleashed from his disproportionately large grip. Orange flames parted the sea and eradicated all traces of Void, crashing into the sea floor below till the sea sent towers of vapor along with expansive tidal wave in all directions. The tremors extended for an unknown distance across the planet and it took all of Piccolo's control to localize the blast so it didn't do lasting damage to the planet. Feeling satisfied that he didn't feel a defining presence he pulled back his arm and shrunk his hand back to normalcy.

"That took a bit of effort," He announced to himself, disgruntled now that he had been sidetracked so long by someone so ridiculous. Turning to look around at the ocean finally sloshing back towards the blast site he heard something odd in the air. A strange suction like a vacuum opening in the middle of the wind. Then a defining pop was heard as Piccolo's eyes widened with horror and anger of equal measure; a black suited, white-haired, fiery expressed Void somehow returned back from the grasp of oblivion. "You've got to be kidding me!"

"Whoo! It's been awhile since my body was completely destroyed," The Agent commented as he rolled his neck side to side, issuing a number of audible cracks as he did the same for his joints along his shoulders down to his digits. A menacing grin spread across his faceless mask, adding to the danger of his aura that bristled around him like a nightmarish veil. To Piccolo, he may as well been projecting a horde of stolen souls with how eerie his Ki came off his pores. "You know, that was a nifty trick. Distract me with a bunch of copies then feint your working arm while regenerating a new one that stretched me out and then grew in size. That was so well thought out not even I could have accidentally come up with it."

"Possibly..."

"Nah, we coulda done better with whip cream, a chainsaw and a billboard of Mr. Satan's face!"

"Eh, true, but I'm doing him a favor of complimenting him for the praise he gave me before. Tis the polite thing to do after all," Void explained to his other two sides with a shrug.

"What," Piccolo began to say, his anger and frustration boiling over any fear he had to this seemingly unkillable entity. "WHAT ARE YOU?!"

"That's not nice to say to someone who has a name," Void clucked his tongue, wagging his finger in response. Chuckling he retracted it before doing a ballerina twirl that ended with his index fingers pointing at himself. "I am the apex of failure, capable of achieving powers of inceptive transmutation and inception into the palms of my hands, even so far as distorting the fabric of space. However, I can't create life and for that reason I am an utter freak of my own design. Imagine the complete isolation of having your entire body wrapped in a claustrophobic second skin that denied even your dying form to pull itself out of its grasp. Then, conjure the horrid nightmares of being unable to even keep your thoughts hidden, with your words always speaking what you would ordinarily keep hidden. I had to craft two identities subconsciously to manage my common sense and my madness, both help me achieve the dynamic and batshit randomness that is my style of fighting and creative innovation."

After letting loose a series of breaths, he placed both hands on his hips, burning eyes staring at a stoically guarded Piccolo. The grin returned in full force as he waved his right hand, "Now that exposition dump is over with, do you got anymore inane questions, or can I get to the part where I kill your ass?"

"You talk a lot of smack for a guy with an inferiority complex," The Guardian commented with a half grin.

"Well, someone has to lighten the mood, if not for my own sanity's sake," The white-haired man cocked his head to the side.

"Now I just pity you; another tool for a faceless human organization that could have done so much more yet remained hidden in the shadows of anonymity for the sake of an unspeakable objective," He retorted, his fingers touching while his palms remained only inches apart. In a blue fiery ignition of his own power that flowed like water to the space between his hands, he let out a roar as a golden ball of red outlined energy. Clasping his wrists with an outstretched arms he howled out. "I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO SAY TO YOU, CIRCLE AGENT! LIGHT GRENADE!"

Firing forward like a miniature meteorite, the projectile screamed across the air and warped the space in a distortive spiral. Reaching its target the fireball was struck by a solid right hook by the intended target. Lightning sprouted from the contact and the ball of energy seemed to crackle before entirely evaporating into thousands of harmless sparks that showered around Void. Blood oozed from the burned knuckles but the majority of the Circle Agent was largely unharmed, much to Piccolo's shock and Void's pleasure.

"My turn!" Void gutturally proclaimed, leaping back to a great distance from his enemy. His move didn't make sense till his hands gestured and a pair of gun handles with triggers popped into his grip. What had materialized instantly was also a pair of cruise ships with flaming scheme painted along it and chimney stacks atop that spouted geysers of Ki instead of smoke while a pair of enormous barrels stuck out at the end. Both of which side by side spread a shadow over Piccolo's surprised silhouette. "CONSIDER YOURSELF PWNED!"

The Namekian barely had any time to react as a mountain scaled blast of Ki coalesced into a single column of crimson light that sprouted from the barrels of both unorthodox weapons. Splitting the ocean in half far below with its kinetic draw, the beam angled upwards till it painted the sky in blood red, soon after escaping into the vacuum of space where it'd peter away.

---

Mount Paozu

It was the time of the operation that their gradual approach was delayed. From what intel revealed it was the former Guardian, Piccolo the reincarnation of the Demon King that once terrorized the world centuries ago. The tremors and unworldly winds that flowed across the valley they traversed up the mountain. Lights flashed through the sky and thunderous shockwaves continued to perpetuate the distant vista hidden behind the peak.

"Captain Raikō?" An agent inquired through his mask's speaker nearest to her.

With a turn of her head she observed her second in command, Goro, her brother look at her questionably. Of the two she had a Amazon build, being quite taller than most of the Proto-Troopers within the Inner Circle's ranks. Her emerald and beige camo armor was outfitted with the prototype Kinetic Armor which had already been outfitted to a squadron of soldiers sent to West City on their own mission. Goro, while only a head taller, is a muscular man that readied hand to what looked like a long stave handled hammer with a cloud symbol emblazoned on the flat surfaces of each side.

With herself in particular, she was a qualified agent that could be on par with some of the best soldiers of the Circle only to the Elite Teams that the Organization's heads dispatched to high priority assignments. Among most missions her team has completed they were all discreet and without a trace. This one mission was delicate in nature with its hazards to note, meriting caution as they kept a quiet approach beyond the cacophony of battle sounding in the distance.

"Goro, stay sharp," She reported as they along with ten others made it closer to the house in question. Next to a particularly rustic hut was a well-to-do house built in a clearing of the woods presiding within the mountain. Easily able to home a small family she could tell by the faint wisps of smoke coming from the chimney that a fire had been doused not but hours ago. Her special Visor's HUD enabled her to see two heat signatures within and no other human potential surrounding their location. "Operation Wilderness is about to near its fulfillment. All we need to do is obtain the individuals inside and subdue them. We'll take the hostages back ASAP before anyone will come wondering what's going on."

"Understood, Captain," Goro replied to his sister with a grim understanding. Properly unlatching his combat hammer from the magnetic couplings on the back of his armor, he gestured to a pair of operatives to approach the main door. The others waited in the thicket, keeping cover just as she and Goro were beside a tree. "Alright. Storm the house on my mark. One. Two. Three."

Upon his word, one agent swung his foot to kick in the door only to find it thrust off its hinges. Crashing into him he let out a garbled cry as he flipped head over heels with the shrapnel, leaving his partner to look back with surprise.

"What in the-GOUH!" He began to retort when a flash of crimson swung around through the door frame. Crashing against his helmeted temple, his face plate shattered and blood spat out with spittle as he was sent spiraling away in a ragdoll roll.

"Honestly," A woman in a royal blue dress tromped out, her exposed arms more defined than they had been years ago with marks of callouses setting in around her wrists and hands. Her once bunned-up hair was now braided in a floral circlet around her bangs, the rest of her hair falling down to her shoulders. Fierce dark eyes glared forward while she stomped the flat edge of the Nyoi-bō clacked hard against the ground, her other hand resting on a hip with an elaborate green-red fan attached to her sash. "You people have a lot of nerve. I just got Goten settled in for a afternoon nap and you come in breaking into our house. It was hard enough with all that rough housing out there but you should take your problems and settle it with the nearest muscle-head; unless you're here for a beating, then I'm welcome to oblige!"

"Shit," Raikō hissed, noticing the unconscious agent and the other one just now starting to get back on his feet. Seeing now that discretion was out the window she saw no harm in revealing themselves. If they showed their numbers she'd more willing to comply; that is, what she hoped anyways.

With her command, the other eight Proto-Troopers along with her brother fell in line before the stubborn housewife. The reaction on the Princess was hardly fazed, her eyes trained on each and every one of them. Of all the people that their organization had kept track of she was on the lowest category. They assumed her incapable of true resistance, something that clearly was countering the evidence revealed to her and the others now tasked in taking her in.

Alive and unharmed, if at all possible.

"Princess Chi-Chi, daughter of the Ox-King," She declared to the angered mother. "We need you and your daughter to come with us. For your own safety as well as the child's you'd do well to come with us."

"I will not!" Chi-Chi fiercely snarled, pointing the Power Pole at the taller armored woman. "This is my home, the place where I await my husband's return. If he comes back while I'm gone I'm sure he'd be heartbroken."

"Your husband is dead, Princess," Goro droned out with an aggravated groan, hefting his hammer over one shoulder while waving his free hand in a beckoning manner. "You got no reason to stay out here in the woods. We'll take you to a nice place where all of your needs will be accommodated. Just do it the easy way and not fight back, I won't have to hurt ya."

"Is that a challenge?" The mother of two grinned almost devilishly.

"It's a promise, woman. I'll break your bones and haul you back while your kid screams pitifully. It'll be fun, for me-"

"Goro!" Raikō sneered at her brother, earning a flinch from the sibling as she rebuked him openly. "We are NOT to harm her if at all necessary. That was our orders, or do you forget to sate your need for wanton violence?"

"S-Sorry," He apologized with a slight slump to his shoulders. "She just-"

"We'll talk about your attitude problem in the future, Goro," Raikō cut him off with a pointed finger. Her focus on keeping civility was broken when another thunderous explosion echoed in the distance that shook the entire mountain all across the land. An overcast of yellow and white filled the sky, indicating that an enormous Ki discharge was used according to their HUDs.

During that instant of confusion, the wife of Goku pulled back her stave and swung it around, crying out in tandem, "EXTEND!"

Four of the eight men were instantly clobbered in the side, their armors shattering from the force of the superwoman who wielded it. The others including herself and her brother managed to leap and flip out of the way of the wide swing. Even as the light died down and they returned to their feet they found themselves on the defensive as Chi-Chi let out a harrowing cry that cemented her assault on them.

Even with their guard up, she witnessed her men's defenses collapse in the face of the impervious Nyoi-bō the weapon that lived up to its legendary name. What was to be dampening plating shattered with every crack and whack made on their person, nullifying the only advantage they had to facing enemies of the higher caliber such as the Saiyans and other Human Warriors. In a spiraling dance of acrobatic motion and fierce yelling, Chi-Chi had all but subdued her four remaining agents, leaving just her and her infuriated brother.

That was, until the one she kicked with the door raised a weapon to fire at her.

"Bitch!" He shouted as he fired what looked like a bolt of plasma from the equivalent of a hand cannon. The shot was deflected by a well time swipe of the Power Pole, cracking against the energy blast and sending it powerless in a shower of sparks. The hiss of ozone smelt the air as the now flabbergasted agent watched his attack batted away so easily. "Y-You-!"

"-Made a mistake!" Chi-Chi she growled out, thrusting the extending stave to crash into his chest. Warping his armor and making him keel over with the long weapon he was swung around till crashing into a tree top as the sacred tool was compacted once more. Turning to face the glowering Goro and the apprehensive Raikō, she proudly brandished the weapon before them. "Nothing can destroy the Nyoi-bō. I don't care if you launch a Kamehameha at it, this thing will not budge against any attack."

"Is that a challenge?" Goro inquired with a hidden grin, displaying his own hammer before his enemy. "Don't underestimate my weapon, little girl."

"Goro-"

"Relax," He interrupted his sibling, looking over with a hidden smirk. "I'm just going to knock her out. Easy, right?"

Before she could get another word in, a damning ceiling of red flashed over the land as another seismic rumble quaked the land underneath their feet. Just like before, Chi-Chi took to the offensive but was met halfway by the bulky man. With a wide thrash, his long hammer's handle crashed against it, creating a loud ring that shrieked in the air. It was loud enough that it made the Princess grimace as her whole body shook and her vision swam.

"Wh-What is happening?" She asked herself as she stumbled back, nimbly avoiding a wide armed swing by the man. This time, even as she landed with a deft back flip she felt a sudden nausea strike her. She struggled just keeping herself from vomitting while her ears began to ooze blood and her eyes teared up. Falling to her knees, it took all she could to raise her head to look up at the agent who slowly tread his way towards her. "What are you doing?"

"Your weapon may be unbreakable, Princess," He told her, looming over her couched form as he pointed the head of the bludgeoning weapon towards her head. "But my weapon absorbs physical attacks and releases sonic vibrations. Sometimes they're subtle and they begin to disable bodily functions. If I wanted to, I could have created a sound blast that could rip this mountain apart. But that'd be detrimental to the mission, now wouldn't it?"

Coughing she tried to raise her stave only to find his foot connect with her chin and his elbow jab into her rising jaw. Sprawling backwards she managed to get back to her feet, fixing a dangerous glare at him as she wiped the blood from her face. "I won't let you...take me...or my daughter...away from my home!"

"You don't got a choice," Goro declared, dashing forward at a frightening speed. Thrusting his hammer forward he watched her drop to all fours, missing the wave of ringing air that vibrated the house behind her violently. Looking down he had all but let out a howl of pain as her skull rammed straight into his crotch. Losing all control of his balance, Chi-Chi swept between his legs and grappled him by his middle. Before he knew what was happening he found himself suplexed straight into the ground with a loud crash.

Stumbling away from the head-planted agent, she turned to find her stave only to notice the woman who was in charge was standing in front of her.

"You're making this difficult for yourself," Raikō sighed, watching her brother rise up in a stumble behind her. Caked in soil and grass she shot him a glare to keep him from striking her in an outrage. Despite having her flanked from two directions Chi-Chi still stood there defiantly. "Please. I don't want to-"

In a surprising burst of speed, the woman in between them dashed to the side before making a beeline towards the Nyoi-bō. The moment she somersaulted back to her feet with it in her hands, the woman seemed to gesture towards her. Like the bolt of plasma she jerked the tool to defend herself.

Unlike before, the flash of light coursed through it and by extension through her whole body. Letting out a hoarse scream of pain she felt herself fall back onto her side. Her body spasm with agony as she groaned with effort. Panting as her body smoked from the electrocution, she watched Raikō approach her with a hand crackling of energy discharge.

"I tried to warn you," She spoke in a surprisingly sympathetic tone, watching the woman shift around in a sporadic attempt of recoiling defense. "No more harm will come to you if you give in. Trust me. We're not your enemi-"

"MOMMY!" A distant cry broke from the house as a toddler in orange and black looked out of her house with a distinct hairstyle akin to her father's. Goten looked on in horror as what she saw were strange people harming her mother outside of her house. She had trouble staying asleep because of loud sounds but the moment the house shook for what seemed like the dozenth time she couldn't stay in her room and found that the door had been ripped off, a sign of unconscious bodies among her screaming parent's form far away. "MOMMY!"

"G-Goten!" Chi-Chi rasped out as her eyes bulged at the sight of Goro turning to stare at her.

"Raikō, let me take care of the woman," Goro nodded towards the injured Chi-Chi. "You know how I feel about kids. You're the right amount of soft to tend to a Saiyan half breed-"

"I get it," Raikō dryly droned out, turning her heel to be faced back against the injured woman. "Just try not to-"

"STAY AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER!" The mother shouted at the top of her lungs, pushing herself up with a painful rise to her feet. Just as the two agents looked back to face her she withdrew the Bansho Fan, something both attackers seemed familiar with. As she pulled it back Raikō looked back at the house, but already saw him bolt forward to stop her.

Just as he reached to swing his hammer down at her, she slammed the pole down and silently commanded it to extend. In a flash of red the throttling crash of his hammer brought a crater that wobbled the now highly extended stave but did not cause her to fall. Out of reach and now free to aim, Chi-Chi swung the artifact down at the two agents, creating a howling gale force wind.

Already feeling it beat upon them through their protective gear, Raikō was sent crashing to her knees just like her brother. The open meadow surrounded by trees was being torn apart, the house rattled violently which caused the child to scream as she yelled out for her mother. But as quickly as it came, it dispersed, causing both to breathe out a moment of respite from the weather controlling fan.

A whipping snap as the Nyoi-bō was turned from a rising platform into a long-armed weapon. Using her fall to her advantage, she smashed the stave's edge over in a bowing fashion that bent with the power of her two arms. Despite Goro's hammer being raised, the draw from the invincible stave colliding with his own weapon created a shockwave at point blank. The pressure from the weapon caused it to shatter in his own hands while the kickback sent Chi-Chi flying backwards to lie in a skidding halt before her child.

"Mommy...aw you awight?" Goten blubbered out with tears coming down her eyes as she crawled to her mother.

"Goten," Chi-Chi coughed, trying to get up for her child, whispering to her. "Listen to me. You have to leave. Ru-"

Not even allowed the dignity to speak to her child, Goro took what little remained of his hammer's handle attached to the head and crashed it over her back. A silent shout came from her throat as her arms splayed out and her body flattened into the earth with a force that blew the child back and indented the woman into the now cratered ground. The house was ripped off its face even as the Saiyan hybrid toddler crashed into the back of the half remaining home. Tears snaked from her mother's eyes but unlike before, she couldn't even gesture. Her whole body had been plunged into a numbness that frightened her more than the pain.

"GORO, YOU IDIOT!" Raikō shouted at her brother, stomping towards her brother while rivulets of bolts swam around her. "You fucking broke her back, didn't you?"

"She wouldn't stop-"

"NO EXCUSES!" She retorted, ripping off her face plate to glare hotly at her sibling. Her sparkling blue eyes complementing her strong cheekbone visage, her teeth bared to show her anger. Jabbing a shocking digit into his armored breastplate, she sneered at him with a fire that made the larger relative buckle under. "Exactly what do you think the bosses will think when they learn what happened? Well?!"

"You saw how dangerous she was! Intel got shoddy and we got a lot of wounded here because of it. Hell I don't know how many of them are still breathing," He retorted as he looked and gestured to the many dark armored bodies spread around the disheveled grassy earth. "Look at the mess she made!"

"We deal with it but not deviate from the course of the mission," Raikō turned, kneeling down to reach for the crippled woman below. "Honestly, I should have left you-"

An alarming bleep was sounded in her brother's HUD, causing her to turn to look back at the toddler from within. The torn house began to rumble as a cerulean wave of light began to rise from the angry child, eyes glaring and teeth gnawing against each other. With clenched fists she shouted in her immature tongue as a bellowing wave of Ki was unleashed from her body.

"W'VE MOMMY AWONE!" She cried out as her hands pushed forward, imagining her diminutive hands actually doing something to them. Surprisingly, a warping pressured gale of wind flew forth and struck both Raikō and Goro, sending them flying back. Even as the two steadied themselves the toddler stomped out with an aura of crackling energy surrounding her. Her hair stood on end giving her a gremlin visage of terror that made both of the agents look on in alarm.

"I thought this kid is two! What the fuck?!" Goro yelled out as he raised his broken hammer to shield his face from the force emitting from the small kid.

"Not quite but point taken," Raikō retorted as she placed her face plate back onto her face. From her specs on the HUD her eyes blink with horror of the levels of strength coming from the toddler. "Th-This can't be! I can't even get a accurate estimate! What the Hell is-"

The earth cracked and the ground blew back as a pulse of energy flew back. Eyes turned from black to green-blue. Hair of raven black became a christened mane of Ki infused gold and her aura of cobalt became a yellow inferno that licked the air like flames. While the agents looked on with stark fear, Chi-Chi could feel a familiar warmth and confirmed what it was without turning to see. It was the same kind that Goku had lent their unborn child years ago. She knew now that it was because of her child's father that she could awaken such a frightening power.

"Goten," She whispered, just before a buffet of air was displaced, turning her over within the crater onto her back. With her own sight she witnessed Goten slamming her head into the man's face, shattering the plating around it while breaking his jaw and nose simultaneously. In a flash the two separated with a fissure of energy that sent him throttling back haplessly, finally falling limp to the ground unconscious just as Goten herself fell down, now bereft of her glorious mantle of power.

It was for a brief instant but it was enough to avenge her mother's injuries.

"How can this child be a Super Saiyan?!" Raikō questioned herself through her mask, blinking at the now unconscious child that had split open her forehead in the attack. While the weakest part of their Kinetic Armor was the face plate she knew she still had to smash through it hard enough to do actual damage. Still, it was a child that knocked her brother cold, something she could scarcely believe.

Seeing both of the pair in such a disarray, she knew that her superiors were going to punish her harshly for failing the most vital aspect of the mission. Shaking her head she knelt down to pick up the child...

...only to notice a looming shadow instantly overtake her, making her stop cold. Turning to look back she could only utter a short cry as she recognized who it was.

"You-!"

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Shortly Before Elsewhere...

Void had felt a measure of satisfaction in launching his attack against the surprised Namekian. He knew that if he weathered him down enough that their power differences could begin to show, especially with the amount of firepower each of his enemy's attacks kept dishing out on his person. Still he was almost sad that he had to kill him. He was the first person, enemy or not, who genuinely showed a remote form of interest in him outside of having to use him for someone else's aims.

But even his reminiscing didn't last longer than a handful of seconds, as a painful kick wedged between his shoulder blades and caused his fiery faux eyes to widen to dish saucer proportions. Feeling a bolt of plasma rip through his chest shortly, he saw the rapidly corkscrewing attack of spiraling purple and lancing yellow was the Makankōsappō. Through his featureless mask he felt himself cough up blood while his body sewed itself back together.

"How?!" Void asked the now higher altitude Piccolo who seemed to be panting with fatigue. "How did you do that?! I knew I had you dead to rights! You shouldn't have been able to dodge that attack!"

"Like I'd tell you," Piccolo spat back, growling at the sight of his enemy continuing to defy death he wish would claim him.

"Oh c'mon! It's only good manners to tell someone how you did a miraculous unexplained feat. Don't you read Manga?" The white-haired man asked him with a cross tone, emphasized by a cross of his arms over his chest.

"Does he look like the kind of man who'd spend reading comics?"

"Can he even read? I mean, seriously, why would he need to learn how to read?"

"Maybe so he can tell the difference between a Parking Ticket from a Shopping Bill."

"To be fair, I genuinely thought they were the same thing. You pay for both after all-"

"As fascinating as it is to hear you two banter, you are both NOT. HELPING. AT ALL!" Void shouted aloud to himself, causing Piccolo to grimace with irritation. The next moment was Piccolo throttling forward in an arc of Ki, swinging down his heel in an ax kick. Dodged nimbly by the Circle Agent Piccolo swung one arm and thrust another, moving in a flurry of attacks that were easily parried and dodged by the now superior combatant.

Without an exchange of words, Void smirked, twisting around to land a punishing kick to the side before catching the Namekian's lurching face with a rising knee kick. Blood and ichor flew from his mouth as he palm-thrust him, shocking him backwards with a propulsion of Ki that sent him throttling back. Following him in pursuit he raised a baseball bat with words 'Nap Time' on it and swung towards his head.

Opening his eyes, Piccolo unleashed an ocular flash of light that sent a blinding wave towards Void's face.

"AGH! MY UNSEEN EYES! THEY'RE BLIND!" He exclaimed as one hand clasped over his face with his body jerking with convulsing agony while the bat swung blindly.

"DODGE!"

Hearing the voices inside of his head tell him in unison , Void trusted their instincts. Displacing the air with his energy, he randomly selected an unseen position and teleported away from a blast of orange-gold escaping Piccolo's mouth. Vision slowly was reclaimed as it was all a blur between his eyes and the suit that projected his toon-like proportioned fiery orbs.

"Agh, that was a bitch. Now where is he?" Void asked aloud.

"KA...ME!" Piccolo growled aloud, facing Void's backside, in turn making his enemy to turn and look at him. A whine filled the air, the sound giving way to the crackling bio-currents flooding the sky that came from the Namekian's palms. Pure determination etched along the vein pulsating Guardian, staring with dark eyes at the effigy ones that were widened across the featureless face. "HA...ME!"

"H-He wouldn't use a Kamehameha. That's so cliche and overdone!"

"Piccolo has most likely exhausted through all of his options. He'll do it.

"But we can take it, or better yet, avoid it. Hey, genius! Let's scram before that thing hits us-"

"At his level, even a Kamehameha will do jack shit against me," Void announced proudly. Raising a bazooka with a Piccolo face, complete with protruding antenna made of cheap wires he aimed it at him. "But better safe than sorry I always-"

It was here, that the Circle Agent witnessed Piccolo's body materialize instantly. No movement, no warning, it was all instantaneous. Looking at him with burning, blinking eyes as he was only inches away he suddenly felt white hot energy slammed into his gut. Turning down he just muttered a low, "safe...my a-"

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Piccolo roared out as the Kamehameha compressed into Void's body, flooding through his pores and ripping him apart from the inside out. The blast flared outward in a cloud of ash and vapor, a thunderclap signaling the explosion that had been generated. Heaving heavily from the exertion he lowered his hands and awaited the signal to return. Strangely enough as he counted the seconds that passed he noticed the definitively longer lag between this one and the others.

A dawning realization on him came that despite how immortal he appeared to be, he could at least make it take longer for him respawn of sorts.

So when the unworldly suction within space occurred before his eyes, the limbs and torso followed by a head spiraled back into existence. The suit overlapped new flesh and sprouted a new mane of hair. An ungodly smile followed by an ignition of Ki that seemed to not end from his perspective. But Piccolo did notice that even Void was beginning to rasp in breaths, his body seeming to tire far more noticeably than before.

"Green Man," He began to say, taking another long breath as he glared at him with narrowed slits of flames. "You certainly are a rare one. I haven't died on this level so many times. I'm actually starting to worry if I'll come back..."

"Void, you can't die. He can. Just make sure to do it right."

"Easy for you to say," Void retorted with a hiss. "It hurts like Hell every time I come back and it's hard to fight at full strength like this. How about you help me and see how simple it is."

"I could, but I don't feel like it."

"Yeah, I'm good. I rather not get obliterated by this guy, thanks."

"Cop-Outs," He snarled, looking at the Namekian with a strange gaping expression. He was about to ask when he suddenly felt it himself. A sizable energy increase, stronger than anyone could account for, not but a reachable distance between the two. Even from the open sea they could spectate a spiral of golden light rising up into a storm filled sky over Mount Paozu. Which meant only one thing.

Operation Wilderness was in jeopardy!

"Shit!" Void exclaimed aloud. "Why does all of this dumb shit have to happen TODAY of all days? They couldn't handle one widow and a brat?!"

"Goten!" Piccolo realized, remembering the Ki despite it being so radically different. He had remembered something about Goku imparting an energy to his unborn child but he didn't imagine it'd manifest so soon. This was eclipsing Gohan's awakening by leagues; who knew what this new sibling of his old pupil was capable of?

"So," The Circle Agent interjected, thumbing sheepishly in the direction of the light. "I gotta go bail them out so if you don't mind-"

"Actually," The Former Deity of Earth declared with a smile, raising his left arm while inserting his right finger into his triceps. "I think it's time I bust out my last resort."

"You want to show me how good Bowflex is-?" Void joked with curiosity, wondering what exactly the alien had in mind.

It was then as if Void felt himself drowned in an ocean of power. His expressions were blown spiral designed mask, his body barely able to hold fast in the wake of a bright blue pillar that shot up into the sky and sent fissures of lightning dancing around to crash against the ocean. Higher than he could have imagined, it was like staring death in the face when a pair of dark eyes looked into his, blanketed by a mantle of light that made his imposing body almost invisible to the discharging waves of light coming from his pores. It almost reminded him of his own superiors the way the power was controlled and let loose like a monstrous other worldly being.

So when the knuckles connected with his chin, it came as no surprise as a violent surge of energy shot his burning body all the way out of the atmosphere into the unforgiving vacuum of space. Even as he left the orbit of the planet he could only wonder as his body broke apart and vanished.

Would he ever come back this time?

When the faceless Agent was sent spiraling away did the incredible light show get snuffed out. In the instant that it rose, it dramatically fell. The toll that it took on Piccolo's body was ungodly painful at accessing a pocket of Ki he had been storing away, charging over the course of weeks to months. While this particular storage wasn't the only one he knew there was limits to how many times he could access it or use it.

Like the Kaioken, it had the capacity of tearing him apart and killing him from the inside out.

"Don't have time to think about the pain," Piccolo thought as he clapped his hands, visualizing the area where he last felt the presence of Goten. Thanks in part to dredging out the knowledge of Kami's ability to travel between worlds as a god, he duplicated his own use of the deity's technique. As long as he was on the planet and honed his senses accordingly, he could stretch out with his godly sense and zero in on the location he wished to be. Such was the technique that he avoided the enormous attack Void used before.

"Found her!" He declared, his body shimmering in space before instantly appearing in the middle of a meadow clearing where the Son's lived. Among the unconscious bodies he could see a slumped over Chi-Chi presiding within a crater, the fan and pole legacy items that belonged to Goku were beside her. A single woman, based on the build that was armored, turned to regard him with a shocked step back.

"You-!" She uttered aloud, taking a step back with shock that she had been found by the dangerous reincarnation of the Demon King. "You're not supposed to be here!"

"I could say the same about you," He spoke stoically, his hairless brows furrowing as his Ki ignited into a bright yet less furious mantle that he displayed against Void. Based on what he felt, she had power but even as exhausted as he was she was going to be no match. "Take your men and leave. I won't tell you again."

"This is all wrong," Raikō thought as she looked to her unconscious brother to the many downed agents. Even taking a gander at Chi-Chi in the crater and the now unconscious Goten she couldn't help but feel a welling of guilt raise inside of her. "We should have prepared better. If we had better equipment or if I had acted sooner, many this wouldn't have-"

Reflexively, her body dodged in a sporting flash of lightning as Piccolo's fist grazed her armored jaw. Landing on all fours she launched herself in a ricochet across the air to appear behind the Namekian's head. Spearing her electric coated hand to dagger into the base of his neck, she didn't even see the left handed pair of knuckles smashing into her face. Her face plate split apart and lips split open from the force, surprisingly not breaking her nose as she was sent flinging back over a couple downed agents to unceremoniously slump on the ground.

Her vision swam as Piccolo appeared above her, hand raised to deliver a killing blow...

...till a dark gloved hand grasped the wrist.

"Who-?!" Piccolo began to question before a leg planted into his solar plexus and sent him crashing into what remained of Goku's home.

"I'm disappointed in you, Raikō," A long chestnut haired man with a trimmed beard circling his chin to the side of his jaws and looping over his lips. Sharp brows bordered by a pair of dark shades not unlike Trench's, concealing a pair of glowing onyx eyes. Black tongues of Ki bristled over his body, rising like embers, giving no discernible reading other than the immense power that hid beneath the surface. In a long-coat of grey with black long-shirt and suit pants with dress shoes, the dark gloved hands clenched at his sides. "It seems I need to step in after all."

With a stuttering gasp as Piccolo emerged from the debris, his body now wildly raising his power as a response, Raikō could only gasp at the sight of her superior, "R-Ryūkage...!"

"Get away from the girl!" The Former Guardian called out to the new arrival.

"Come make me, false god," Ryūkage taunted with an outstretched hand, ushering him forward with curled digits. "I'll show you just how far you've fallen from the temple of my domain."

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A/N: And. Done. -collapses- Dang, that took a LOT longer than I wanted to! A thousand apologies for everyone being patient for this release that was a long time coming. I'll try to endeavor the next chapter will not take as long given we're close to the end of this Arc. Phew, that took some effort.

Truth be told, I was busy with so many other projects and the constantly fluctuating state of my life from employment to relations with my family that it has caused undue stress. This stress just saps my motivation and innovation for these kind of chapters. Thankfully, in between it all, I FINALLY got this written. In no small part to Rhodeskurosaki and Firegod00! They helped me preview and edit it so give them some thanks for helping me out.

Before I close this, no, I thought up the aspect of Void being a random gag kind of character LONG before the Deadpool Movie came out. It only will make more apparent given the film has already venue in theaters. However, I like to think my Void has more character and personality compared to the internet tainted comic book character. Again, I like to think, but I don't know, I want you people to tell me what you thought of the nigh unkillable spaz!

I loved writing out the fight scene with Chi-Chi. She is such an unappreciated character by the author that could have been SO MUCH MORE than "Nagging/Bitching Housewife,". The inclusion of the Bansho Fan was a callback to my favorite Filler Arc of Dragon Ball involving the first mission Goku and Chi-Chi had together as a couple. Too bad they never team up again, sadly, but hopefully I can make something out of her in the future? Let me know what you think.

Finally, Goten. A character of controversy among the fanbase I'm sure gets a chance to not only awaken her potential BUT briefly transform into a Super Saiyan. Given she is a toddler not only is this impressive but it also showcases a much better reveal than Canon's lax transition because Chi-Chi trained Canon Goten. Of course she couldn't hold the transformation long but neither could Gohan hold his "True Power" for very long. Maybe in the future she'll demonstrate more of that potential, we'll see.

Alright, enough of me yapping. Time to respond to Reviews!

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Perfect Carnage: True, most of these guys can't hold a candle to the main threats that our heroes have faced but with how much they've prepared and the strength they hold, maybe they CAN win in a direct confrontation. Who knows? We'll have to wait and see how this pans out, won't we? ;)

And thank you for appreciating my updates. I try to keep them interesting enough to invest the readers so it's a good thing they still are exciting for you as much as they are to write for me. Hopefully the same can be said of this Chapter too ^^

Simgr101: As much as I like the sound of that, I REALLY don't care for Ginyu. It was only by pure coincidence that when I was writing for him that Dragon Ball Super decided to throw him in there cause the lolz of padding out a rehashed storyline. And plus, outside of him being "the strongest soldier of Freeza" there isn't much going for him outside of body snatching. Still glad that you liked what I dished out regardless, haha

And Merry Late Christmas to you too. Hope it went well XD

GodzillaFollower1998: Yes, I did intend for the Ginyu reveal to be a surprise. I love callbacks and bringing back some memorable characters. And surprisingly I HAD this planned out before Dragon Ball Super decided to one up me on their unnecessary padding. It probably infuriated me enough that I decided to keep Ginyu dead this time cause, for all the flare about his one gimmick of an ability, he's not that likable or interesting. He's just another cowardly soldier with dreams of grandeur who was more loyal than most of the other henchmen he conscripted into his army.

And yes, I did want the Inner Circle to be a bit more than the average grudge-toting bad guys we've seen all the time. They have an agenda, secret but still there, and the fact our protagonists have put Earth in danger multiple times doesn't invoke much confidence. As they prepare for a far-off anonymous threat, the Z Warriors just go, "Lol we got Dragon Balls to fix everything!"

Haha, Vegeta IS taking a long nap. Leave it to me to keep the titular character in a deep sleep to stall him rather than finding a convenient healing tank or heart virus to hold him back. But have no fear, he shall return and it will be GLORIOUS!

ShadowLDrago: Hahaha, glad you loved the expected AND unexpected! Thanks for appreciating me and hope you like this new Chapter just as much ^^

Jason Kreuger Myers: Aw, thanks :D

Ryūkage is like Shukun's partner, but yeah, you could say he defers to the latter's judgement making him the de facto lieutenant if we ranked them up.

A definite possibility. Who knows? They're a shady bunch that they could mean anything honestly...

Oh definitely, most likely new ones appear in this Chapter or set up for future conflicts. ;)

I like having it where things are debatable. Should the Z Warriors be allowed such reckless behavior or should the Inner Circle be allowed their shady dealings under society's gaze? I like talks like that, and this story has one too so it's cool.

Thanks for the Review, hope to see you in the next Chapter! ^^

The Anguished One: LOL Yeah, I wanted to get the Saiya-Man aspect out of the way as quickly as possible. Just so that Gohan doesn't get his Super Sentai inspirations mixed up for what is ACTUALLY cool. XD

Yeah, at least he died in battle more dignified than if he died as a frog. He died as he lived though. Underwhelming -w-

Yeah, Gero designed them with the 100% thing for a reason. Even if they can generate perpetual power, their bodies aren't invincible. It is likely that overtaxing them could create malfunctions or short circuit them. Hell, they could BLOW UP, you never know how dangerous this much power stronger than Freeza is capable of.

Thanks and see you in the next Chapter ^^

SaiyaStyles: Who really knows how long they've been around? Maybe we'll get an answer sooner rather than later, right? ;)

Sorry the OWS story is in hiatus. I won't update till I get to a certain point in this story. Won't be relevant even if I do continue OWS due to the drastic differences in time points. Apologies in advance for that.

Yes, I do try very hard to give EVERYBODY a limelight cause I love the cast of Dragon Ball SO MUCH compared to the everso forgetful author. Glad you appreciate it as much fun as I get in delivering it for you and everyone else :D

Thanks man, and hope you had a Happy New Year ^^

leo: Chapter, you mean XD this isn't an Anime unfortunately, no matter how COOL that sounds. And now, apparently. Sorry for the wait DX

Reichenfaust: Glad you caught up with this too ^^

Yes, yes. Love how we are thickening the plot with callbacks and new characters alike. Fun for all those around. Hopefully nothing bad happens in the process D:

And it's THE Phoenix. I try to diffrentiate the two because the Phoenix that Roshi talked about was a friggin' BIRD that ate bird seed that was poisoned. So, yeah, it can't be that Phoenix, that's for sure XD

It's definitely connected but not in the way you'd expect ;)

Unintentional comparison to Frank Castle and Duke Nuke'em but a fun comparison none-the-less -w- Glad you like the rise of the less likely heroes becoming relevant. And I too like Violet ;)

Hope you enjoy this newest Chapter! ^^

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And with that, we come to a close. How will Piccolo face this new enemy? Will Guardian of the past best his successor? When will Vegeta wake up? FIND OUT on the next Chapter of The Vegeta Chronicles!