Part 4 of Entry 17. I took a delay due to a personal matter.
July 31, 06:50 p.m.
As the audience cheered behind the barrier, Cabba and Oren kept fighting. Yet, to describe their fight as one would be inaccurate. Cabba, half dead because of his sickness, tried everything in his capabilities to fight his opponent. He was determined to kill him and avenge everyone that died because of him! Yet, with a smug smile and calm reflexes, Oren avoided his strikes with ease, dancing through the arena.
The large black sphere of energy above them couldn't calm Cabba's worries, as whatever that thing was, it was ready to be used. He could feel it: all the hatred of the audience, all their sadism, survivors of the war happening on the planet at that moment, was in that sphere, ready to obliterate him. Just what kind of technique that was, and how did Oren learn it?
"Would you stop dancing and fight me!?" Cabba yelled, before coughing. His chest hurt the more he fought, but he couldn't stop. He was the only one that could stop Oren; he needed to stop him.
Without ceasing the annoying smile of his, Oren said nothing. Instead, he stopped moving, allowing Cabba to use the Time-Skip and punch him repeatedly. Every strike, each harder than the last, was pure fury; the more he hit him, the more Oren's body started to disfigure, with vast holes left behind through his liquified body. In that split of a second, Cabba allowed his anger ti not stop. Yet when time resumed, Oren quickly grabbed him by the wrists and kicked him in his balls.
Cabba fell to the floor, as the pain in his chest increased. His heart beats were out of control, and the audience became more blurry, with him only being able to see his opponent in front of him.
"If I tell you dancing is my fighting style, would you believe me?" Oren said as he lorded over his body without taking away the smug gaze. "Those losers you fought did their work, despite everything: tiring you out. And yet you act all superior!"
Cabba said nothing, instead trying to get up again. He couldn't, as he violently coughed repeatedly. Oren kept looking at him, amused by the development of the virus.
"I gave you the opportunity to run away. Heck, I even allowed Samza to run away too as he tried to kill you. My revenge would have been slow, but merciful, because we are friends after all. Instead, you came back just to entertain the people you hurt."
Cabba tried to spit on Oren's face, but the spit landed on his shoe. He didn't seem to care.
"We are not friends! You used some weird trick that forced me to obey you as your slave! Just like everyone in this place!"
Oren remained calm, not even bothering to smile. Instead, he took off his ocular glasses, and the crystalline eyes of his looked different from before. Cabba couldn't tell what the feeling was due to his blurry vision, but it wasn't smugness.
"I see. So that's what you think." He then put on his glasses again, and once again smiled with an enormous grin. "It's a marvelous thing you came back, tho, because this development is not something I could have predicted! You learned how to tap into Hit's power, which is amazing, but here are two problems: why didn't I? I was with you the entire time. Don't you think is weird?"
Cabba ignored what he said, still trying to get up from the floor as he coughed. Oren had to control himself to not just kick him right there, but instead grabbed him by the arm, and looked at it like a new discovery.
"Maybe is because you're organic, and I'm not? I'm a unique creation, after all. So, I won't ever learn that power? That sucks, especially after all the effort I went tho to help you. Now, the juicy part is the second problem: you learned the Time-Skip, yet I allowed you to strike me and nothing you did affected me. You only know how to move, but you don't know Hit's powerful strikes or anything else we both experience."
As his chest hurt and the blood came out of his mood, Cabba felt like losing consciousness. Only his determination to see the bastard in front of him die, and avenge everyone kept him awake. But for how long? Yet, those words made him think. He trained for the moment they would once again see each other, yet was he so useless? If only Hit taught him how to properly use his power.
"You know, I have an idea," Oren said, as he held Cabba's head with his hands, trying for their eyes to connect. "You Saiyans have it rough economically, don't ya? You're dying in front of me, and I want your technique. I have a solution for all these scenarios: I take over your body, lobotomize you so you're nothing but an empty husk for me, and I take over your planet. Look at mine, I did wonders to it."
Breathing harshly, Cabba kept quiet. The audience cheered, screaming and begging Oren to kill him, while the Tsufurian just kept smiling.
"Everyone wins! We both become Frost successors that way and both get the Time Skip! Ah come on, don't leave me hanging! I know you can talk!"
"May the spoon understand you," Cabba said bluntly.
At that moment, everyone in the audience felt something. The air turned chilly, and the people felt shivers down their spine. The people then screamed, as the mist appeared around the stadium, slowly showing how more people appeared in the battlefield. A large robot-like figure of a platinum color appeared out of nowhere, as he was crushing Cabba's head with his feet and looking at Oren directly at the eyes; while a badly hurt polar bear of a round appearance was behind him, with his clothes being destroyed.
Oren, too, was petrified in that one moment. The one person he didn't want to see was in front of him.
"So this is how you truly look like, rich brat," Cooler said, as he looked at the surrounding audience with could be described as a cold smile in his face. "And look at all the potential victims of my invasion."
"Why...why is he speaking like Frost?!" said the Saiyan with the broken spine on the floor, the one Cabba broke.
"Manza?!" Oren yelled, with fear in his eyes. "H-how...?!" Oren flew away to take distance, before screaming at Cabba. "What the hell! This isn't like you, you imbecile! How could you led this monster inside with all these people?!"
Despite still being crushed under Cooler's feet, Cabba grinned.
"Because my mind is my strongest muscle now."
As the audience panicked with nowhere to run, Cooler simply gazed. Despite the armor creating a mask for him, the sadism couldn't be hidden. He laughed, as he looked at Oren taking distance.
"Planning on running away now? But we will have so much fun. After all, me, a common thug, will kill the two of you, and prove myself as the true successor to the empire!"
He then jumped, flying in the parasite's direction. His speed was impressive, as he quickly grabbed Oren by the head, and started to drag him by the head through the barrier, much to Oren's dismay as he screamed in pain. Cabba smiled at it, as he still tried to get up from the floor. In an instant, he received an injection in his neck.
"Excuse me for the delay, but it really took me long to get close to the bastard," Samza said as he took out the needle out of Cabba. "Barra told me to use this medicine, as it should calm your symptoms, Cabba."
Despite the pain, Cabba felt the strength in his legs return. With difficulty, he stood up, as he saw Cooler beating the crap out of Oren in the sky, and finding it somewhat amusing.
"But allying yourself with that monster was a mistake, sir!"
"Allying myself with him?" Cabba said as he pressed his fists. He still felt terrible, and realistically shouldn't be fighting anymore, but he would ignore such a warning. "I just brought him as a surprise tactic. I'm taking the two of them out!"
And Cabba jumped in their direction using time-skip, ready to finish the conflict once and for all.
Author's Note: I don't think Dragon Ball ever had a fight between more than two factions. Is Usually only two, and enemies/allies would ally themselves against one bigger opponent. In this case, there is no alliance, the three characters will try to kill one another with no time for alliances.
We are in the fanfic's endgame, and afterwards I won't write more for this small fanverse.