The Vicious Gods Wrath

Chapter 16: The Day The Earth Dies

Beerus' Temple, 3rd Anniversary of Freeza's Resurrection

The two Saiyan warriors stand next to one another in their battle stances. Their bodies tense and planted firmly in their respective fighting poses, their eyes focused like lasers on the smiling figure standing a whole yard away from them. The most powerful warrior in their universe, the caretaker of God of Destruction, the being known only as Whis.

In contrast to both Goku and Vegeta, Whis remains completely relaxed. A friendly smile never leaves his face and his hands are placed behind his back as if he's hiding something. This does little to put either of them at ease, for any being capable of keeping Beerus in-check was not to be underestimated. Their milky-white auras flare up a moment before the two vanish from sight and rush at their instructor.

Goku strikes from the right while Vegeta attacks from the left, the two unleashes a flurry of fast punches and kicks at Whis putting as much force as they can into each blow. Whis merely intercepts their attacks with his arms, not even bother to move his body a single inch. Regardless, the Saiyan's continue their assault, hoping to land at least one punch with Vegeta growing more annoyed between the two of them.

Whis takes notices of this, seeing Vegeta's veins pop out of his head with his clenching jaw and decides to have some fun with him. Extending two fingers outward, he jabs them into Goku's eyes at a speed the Saiyan thought impossible, temporarily blinding him. "OW!" Goku yells in pain, holding his eyes and temporarily backing away.

Vegeta lets out an amused chuckle before attempting to kick the seemingly distracted Whis only for the being to grab it in mid-air and quickly twist it. The Prince of all Saiyan's spins wildly in the air, letting out a loud, annoyed yell before getting smacked in the face, landing several yards away in one of the many pools on the planet.

Goku, recovering from Whis' little eye jab, takes advantage of his apparent defensive laps and moves in to strike. Before he can do anything, however, Whis hand wraps around his neck like a viper snapping at its prey, capturing him in a choke hold. The Saiyan lets out a pained gasp, choking despite the fact Whis is merely using his thumb and index finger to hold onto his neck. With an amused chuckle, Whis casually flings Goku into the air, listening to scream before the Saiyan smashes into one of the smaller, nearby planets orbiting the temple.

"You'll have to do better than that boys," Chuckles Whis before catching a punch from behind courtesy of a visibly annoyed Vegeta who glares at him with a fiery temper smeared across his whole face. The popping veins inside of his forehead indicate as much.

"It is a pity you let your temper control you so Prince Vegeta." Criticizes Whis with a serious tone to his voice for the first time since this sparring match started. "If you focused less on simply powering through your opponent or letting your foul mood overtake your better judgement, you could realize your full potential."

Vegeta's left eye twitches in anger with his face growing comically red, causing Whis to chuckle making the Prince even more furious. "Don't you dare mock me whatever you the hell you are!" He throws another punch with his free hand with Whis casually avoiding it despite Vegeta increasing the speed of his attacks. The Saiyan Prince's fury makes him blind to Whis' movements as the caretaker jabs him in the forehead with his index finger, instantly incapacitating the Saiyan warrior as his eyes go into his head and he crumbles to the ground below.

"There, that should calm you down a bit-" Whis dodges a kick from Goku who appears behind him via the use of his Instant Transmission technique though it is still not fast enough for him to lay a hand on the caretaker. This does little to deter the Saiyan who chuckles confidently then proceeds press on his attack, opting to mix it up with a few Ki blasts to throw Whis for a loop.

The caretaker effortlessly avoids them all, dancing around them like a leaf in the wind with such ease even Goku starts becoming somewhat annoyed by him. Instantly, Whis appears behind the Saiyan and grabs him by the shoulder from behind. Goku immediately freezes in place with a cold sweat breaking out. "You could've used Instant Transmission with a Kamehameha for a devastating attack, yet you held back."

Goku chuckles. "Well, I didn't want to end things too quickly!"

"And that is your problem Son Goku, you enjoy the thrill of the battle too much, allowing opportunities for victory and salvation to slip through your fingers. Not an admirable quality to have."

Before he can protest, Whis karate chops him in the back of the neck, sending him crumbling to the ground though not completely knocking him unconscious as he did Vegeta. "Take five boys, I'll be back momentarily after getting myself some tea." Whis waves at him with a smile before vanishing from sight, leaving a panting and injured Goku lying in the dirt.

The Saiyan tries and fails to get back on his feet, his whole lower body rendered limp from Whis' struck. Quickly he quits and chuckles despite his predicament. "Man, I hope the others are having as much fun as us."

Meanwhile, Satan City Outskirts

"And so, the square root of X equals 3 plus the fraction of 6 and 7," Gohan concludes with a smile as he gleefully completes the first math question of the boy's math homework. Recently, the subject has started giving them trouble, prompting their mothers to nip the problem in the bud before it can inevitably get worse down the line. Originally, 18 tried to help but her dry, literal and appropriately mechanical explanations only made the subject more daunting for Goten and Trunks, now it's Gohan's turn.

"So, do you guys understand it now?" He asks the two of them, eager to find them not only understanding things but potentially becoming enthusiastic about the subject as he is. Instead, they glare at the notebook as if it ran over their dogs, Gohan's own optimism quickly dies at the sight.

"What's wrong fellas?"

"What's wrong?" Trunks glares at him as though he's crazy. "Are you for real?! We're gonna flunk this! There's no way we won't, then our mom's are gonna find out and we're actually going to die! Again!"

"He's right ya know," Goten agrees with an equally dire tone to his voice. "There's not gonna be a Super Saiyan, Super Namek or Super whatever to keep us safe once our moms find out we f

Gohan lets out a nervous chuckle, knowing full well how Bulma and especially his own mother can get if the studying results weren't to their liking. Taking another page out of his notebook, he puts in onto the table and goes to explain the math equation to them once more. "Don't give up just yet guys, trust me, by the time we're done here you two are gonna be handling math like pros."

Before he can start the equation again, Gohan hears the door to his home open with an all too familiar, squeaky voice followed by the sound of something smashing against the wall. The noise is so loud, it wakes up the slumbering Pan in the next room. "I'll get her!" Yells Videl from the hallway, rushing to her child while Gohan, Goten, and Trunks head for the entrance where they find a giggling Buu holding a new, ruined refrigerator with a giant section of the doorway missing. No doubt caused by him improperly trying to push the fridge through it.

"Damn it Buu! I told you to be careful!" Mister Satan, his father-in-law appears behind his best friend, sending a look that could kill the pink blobs way. Mister Buu ignores him, opting to open the fridge door to chow down on any food inside. "And for the last time! That fridge is empty! As in no food!"

"Buu don't trust you!" Buu returns the glare. "You lied to me about the fridge being empty once before!"

"That's because you kept eating everything in my house!" The accusing finger jabs into the side of Buu's face, digging deep into it. "I couldn't eat anything in my own damn house for three days!"

"Hmph!" With the haughtiness of a child, Buu snaps his head away from Satan and crosses his arms, letting the fridge smashed right through the floorboards. Once again, little Pan cries from the noise while the three half-Saiyan's don't know whether to sigh or to laugh.

"Sorry about this Gohan! If I knew he'd be such a pain I'd have bought that fridge in myself y'know?"

"It's okay Mister Satan, I know you and Buu meant well," Gohan sighs, wishing he'd done it himself instead but with super speed readily available to him, fixing the floor won't be much of a bother anyway. "Well fellas, we might as well get back to it or else we'll be the one's crying next."

The boys explode into a noise of excuses and complaints, ranging from the impossibility of their task, how they're dead men anyway and how they want to join the others at the world baseball tournament match, especially to see Yamcha clobber the opposition. Gohan ignores them and practically carries them back into his study, for even with his great power, once surpassing his father, he knows he doesn't stand a chance against mom or Bulma if they get angry.

Unbeknownst to them, a far more terrifying threat observes from afar, atop the grassy hills on the very edge of the city. Surveying the entire spectacle thanks to the spy drones, Freeza smirks as he observes the half-breeds attempts at their lives of mediocrity, the unsuspecting mother doting on her crying infant and the so-called world's strongest man arguing against the infamous Majin Buu as if he can in any way compare to him.

Par for the course as far as this family is concerned more or less, it will make his grand, true return to their lives all the more satisfying when their ideal little lives burn to ash all-around them.

Meanwhile, West City

"YAMCHA! YAMCHA! YAMCHA!"

The gathered crowd of 50,000 strong roars in unison as their returning hero, the champion of West City's own baseball team, the Taitans and greatest baseball player in human history, Yamcha, lands another in an endless line of impossible home runs. The force behind his strike is so powerful, the wooden bat explodes whilst the connecting ball flies out of the stadium with a speed rivaling a bullet. Not for the first time today, the opposing side can do nothing but watch in stone-faced horror at this display of power. Yamcha can't help but wolfishly grin as he runs from base to base, bringing the team one step closer to victory.

"Unbelievable ladies and gentlemen! Yamcha has just scored his 15th consecutive home run in this match alone! Truly, age hasn't affected him in the least!" The announcer proclaims and in response, the crowd once again explodes into cheers, chanting his name with almost religious fervor. His loudest supporters, however, come from the nose bleed section where all his friends received the finest seats courtesy of him. Bulma, Tien, Krillin, Chiaotzu, 17, 18 and even Piccolo and Yajirobe all sit at the front, all of them cheering minus the Namekian who winces in pain from the loud noise all around him.

"I haven't seen him this happy in ages," Bulma watches her old friend, and former lover, grin victoriously as he basks in the thrill of the chanting. Martial arts and affairs of the heart might not have done him much good in the past, but here? No one could match him.

"He's certainly happier now than he was plowing the field back on the farm." Says Tien, recalling the first time Yamcha managed to completely ruin their crops, something the tri-clops was not too happy about after spending so much time ensuring their growth. "I bet the pay's not too shabby either."

Krillin freezes in the middle of eating his hot dog, taking a moment to look over to his wife 18 as she drinks a bottle of soda with her usual indifferent expression. "Don't worry honey, I'm not gonna make you play baseball. After Mister Satan's generous donations, we're set for life."

"Yeah, generous donations you're too stingy to share with your own brother." 17 mock chastises her further to the left, receiving an icy glare from his sibling, not that he seems to care. "What, I'm just saying. The rangers salary isn't all it's cracked up to be."

"Then why don't you start playing baseball?" 18 asks with her brother shrugging.

"Can't be asked, my family and I like our privacy too much. The second I started making home runs like this I'd never get any peace and quiet."

"Peace and quiet," Piccolo growls next to him, eyeing the roaring crowd with obvious disdain. "Now that would be a nice change of pace from all this racket. Namekian ears were never designed for this."

"I see you haven't changed at all green man," Says 17. "You know, you could just leave if you wanted too."

"Believe me, I wouldn't have come in the first place if it wasn't for her," His scowl fixes on Bulma sitting on the other side of their line, her hand perpetually hovering over her slowly growing belly. "She kept on hounding me wherever I went."

"Well sorry for wanting you to come support your friend!" Her usual anger bursts forth. "But I guess that's too much to ask from a grumpy old sourpuss like you."

"You didn't make Gohan or the runts come to this!"

"That's because they've got studying to do-"

"Geez guys calm down!" Yells Chiaotzu. "We were having such a good time, please don't ruin it now with your arguing."

"Something's gonna ruin it for sure," Yajirobe suddenly speaks up, perpetually looking over the mass of people gathered around him but not out of annoyance like Piccolo, out of barely contained paranoia. "Trouble always follows you guys, mark my words, someone's gonna get blown up or killed or mauled before the day's done."

For a few moments, they simply stare at him, none of them quite sure as to how they're supposed to take that comment.

"C'mon," Krillin laughs. "We're not that bad."

Like a hungry dog, Yajirobe's eye's lock on to Krillin. "Oh yeah? Every time you guys get together, everything goes to hell!" Piccolo is next target. "This guy tried to take over the world! Twice! Didn't he manage to kill one of you too?!"

Piccolo tries to keep his wince in check, and avoid eye-contact with Chiaotzu and Tien at all costs. "The only one I've killed is Goku and that was the fools own fault for letting go of Raditz' tail."

"Oh yeah! Raditz! Goku's brother, the guy Vegeta sent ahead of him before he tried to destroy the world too!"

"That's the father of my kids you're talking about fatso!" Bulma tries to get up with Krillin barely keeping her at bay.

"Doesn't change the fact he's screwed us over more times than I've eaten a Senzu bean!"

"In advanced defense of myself and sis here," 17 casually interjects. "We never hurt anybody."

"Really?" Piccolo dryly replies. "Those gut punches weren't exactly love taps."

"Eh, you didn't die so it doesn't count."

"And then there's Boo and that freak Beerus! Mark my words! Everything's gonna go to crap any minute now-"

And go to crap they did, without warning a yellow ball of energy appears from above and smashes right in the middle of the field, unleashing a storm of fire and smoke into the stadium. The enthusiastic cheering instantly morphs into screams of terror as the present attendees flee from their seats towards the exits. Earth's warriors, with the exception of Bulma and Yajirobe, leap into action out of their seats with Piccolo at the forefront dispel the gargantuan cloud of smoke with simple kiai's.

"That was a Ki blast!" Yamcha as he rushes towards the others, discarding his teams uniform and revealing his gi underneath. Krillin does much the same and the group converges in the center of the stadium. "I should've known something would ruin my big day."

"I told you all!" Yajirobe shouts from his seat. "I told you someone was gonna show up and cause trouble! This is why I stopped hanging out with you guys!"

"I do apologize for that good sir!" A formal voice shouts back from the sky, getting the attention of the only group of people not practically trampling over one another to escape. His giant size makes him quite easy to spot and his armor leaves little doubt as to why he's here and who he's working for. "But I'm afraid I must do as ordered, it truly is nothing personal."

"Get him!" Orders Piccolo to the others, the red giant chuckles as they advance on his position and promptly flees in the opposite direction. The chase doesn't last long, as they and their target land just on the eastern side of the city, passing over the ocean and landing at a cliffside.

"You Trade Organization guys sure are persistent," Yamcha's crackes the knuckles of his fists. "You'd think killing Freeza twice would knock some sense into you already!"

"Not an illogical assumption to make. However, you are gravely mistaken if you honestly believe we've come as poorly prepared as last time."

Piccolo gives him a fanged grin. "Please, even with all your preparations, the only fighters you had that were worth a damn are either dead or have abandoned you. I suggest you leave this planet while you can, and this time, stay gone."

The red giant returns the grin, momentarily glancing away from them, a strange holographic projection appears just above the palm of his hand with which he types something on. Then, a thunderous assortment of noises crack the sky above.

Turning their heads upward, though they seemingly cannot sense them, Earth's warriors see hundreds upon hundreds of other PTO soldiers of various heights, shapes, and species all descending on them. Like a swarm of locust, they litter the air behind their field commander and look down on the seemingly meager resistance force standing before them. However, two soldiers, in particular, catch the attention of Earths defenders, the Abo & Cado twins.

"Wait a minute! Why are they with them?! I thought they were on our side!" Krillin blurts out what everyone else is thinking.

"Let's just say they received some mental... adjustments when it comes to where their loyalties lie," The giant vaguely answers. "But enough chit-chat, we all know what's coming next so why don't we simply get right on to it?"

"Fine by me," Tien shouts defiantly. "It'll be a good chance to test the fruits of my training."

"That's the spirit my good man! I just hope you've the skill and determination to keep it roused!" The giant turns to his gathered army. "Soldiers! Initiate phase 1!"

Doing as commanded, the present soldiers begin raising their power levels, revealing a wide assortment of colorful aura's to match the equally diverse species assembled .Instantly, Earth's fighters know this is no longer the pathetic rabble they've faced from Free'za's Empire thus far, these men, while certainly not the strongest they've ever felt, could prove a genuine threat with their numbers, especially to the Earthling's by Piccolo's estimate.

Still, earth's warriors respond in kind, raising their powers as well causing the entire area to shake violently with countless small pebbles floating up into the air, the pressure of their powers being strong enough to make the very ocean split apart somewhat. Piccolo and the others assumed this would surely intimidate them into retreat, instead, the enemy remains steadfast and after a few more minutes, charge forward.

The valiant defenders prepare to meet them head on, not about to let them have an inch. Yet, just as it seems they're about to attack the soldiers completely bypass them and head for a completely different target. Earth's fighters look on in shock as they realize their foes true objective: West City itself.

"We've got to get back there-" Yells Piccolo to the others before narrowly avoiding a punch from the leader of this rabble directed to his head, the Namekian clenches his jaw and catches his next two in the palms of his hands. Abo and Cado respectively engage both 17 and 18 with the force of these three deadlocks so strong they cause the ground beneath their feet to shatter into craters.

"My apologies, but I came here to fight a strong opponent, and I'm not about to let one escape my grasp!"

The Namekian ignores the leader's taunt and turns his head slightly to the available fighters. "Go! We'll handle these guys then join you!"

Knowing there's no time for arguing, the Earthling warriors all nod in understanding then take off after the battalion of soldiers now ravaging the most advanced city on the planet, already setting it in flames and sending its population into ruin and death. All they can hope for now is to save as many as they can, and hopefully not inadvertantly kill just as many innocent people in the crowded streets as the attackers.

Some of you are probably weirded out by 17 being there with the others. But since it's been over a decade since Cell died and with Krillin & 18 being married, it only made sense they'd reunite eventually and start hanging out together. Plus I really liked the idea of 17 and 18 fighting android versions of Abo & Cado in a tag-team fight.

Expect a lot of fighting next chapter and the chance for some underutilized characters to get some much deserved time to shine ;)