The Vicious Gods Wrath
Chapter 17: War Fronts Part 1
Satan City Outskirts
The scent of ash and smoke is the first thing he feels with the return of his senses. It's thick and nauseating scent immediately spurns a fit of coarse, heavy coughing. A sharp and grating buzzing noise assaults his ears next, with the scholar wincing as his hand goes to his ears. His sight is the last to return, initially appearing as a bizarre swirl of motions, barely recognizable shapes. Moans escape his lips as he feels around with his free hand the ground at his feet, noticing several pieces of stone and broken glass beneath his fingertips.
His mind remains a haze, a jumbled-together collection of images and noises rushing, appearing and disappearing over and over. Gohan fights through this, forcing himself up to his feet and trying not to slam back down once he is. Like a pendulum, his body swings back and forth until the distinct yet muffled cry of a baby cuts through these distractions like a knife carves butter.
"Pan!" Gohan yells out, now fully aware of himself and his surroundings., looking around with his mostly restored vision and noticing a horrid sight all around him. A wall of fire encircles his entire street block, the flames reaching several feet in height with all his neighbor's houses also destroyed by whatever it is that caused this. Rubble and ruin surround him on all sides with nary a sign of anyone else alive inside the fiery circle. Not for the first time, he feels thankful to live out here, away from the true city where the devastation would have been many, many times worse.
With a gulp and a terrible feeling of dread creeping over him, Gohan yells again. "PAN! VIDEL! BOYS! WHERE ARE YOU?!" In response, he hears an incomprehensible collection if barely audible mumbles behind him. Turning his head around cautiously, Gohan notices the origin of the noise. Mister Buu, or rather his body transformed into a large and wide blob from which several arms and legs stick out of.
"Mister Buu! Let them go before the choke!" He yells to the blob before him, taking hold of his side and with all his strength severing a portion of him away only for the missing chunk to heal itself. The chunk immediately escapes the half-Saiyan's clutches, rejoining with its body just at it begins to change. The blob reverts to its original form of Mister Buu, revealing that he managed to place Videl, Mister Satan, and the slumbering, Pan, just before the attack reached them.
Gohan immediately goes to his wife, placing her in a tight hug with a relieved sigh. "Thank goodness you're alright."
"You can thank Mister Buu, he's the one who saved us." She looks over the smiling blob behind her who earns a thankful smile from her husband.
"Buu do good. Save Miss Satan and baby!"
Next, to him, Mister Satan finally catches his breath and looks to the surrounding area, noticing the destruction all around them. "What could've done something like this?"
"That would be me."
A cold chill of that familiar voice douses the fire of Gohan's relief. With a slow, awkward turn of his head, he spots the suspected owner of that voice hovering in the sky just outside the ring of fire scorching the ground around them. "Freeza!"
"The one and only!" He theatrically bows. "I must say, it really is strange to see you all grown up in-person like this boy. Last we meet you were nothing but a runt only coming up to my knees."
"Dying twice must've done a number on your memory, Freeza, the last time we meet, I killed you when you tried to attack us on my wedding day!"
"Ah yes, our little wedding scuffle," He smiles like a naughty child who knows a dirty little secret nobody else does. "Nothing but a lie meant to cover my own tracks. For you see, Piccolo wasn't wrong when he suspected foul play with the use of your Dragon Ball's, I was resurrected by them, the only sliver of truth my decoy told you two years ago. However, unlike you miserable lot, I'm not so foolish as to repeat old mistakes, something which you will learn first hand once this day is done and victory is mine."
Gohan laughs, bitterly. "If you really learned your lesson, you would've stayed away from us. You're not going to win now any more than you did the last two times we've met."
"Sneak attack!" Without warning, Goten and Trunks burst from the rubble of Gohan's ruined home, immediately transforming into their Super Saiyan states and charging at the tyrant. The former attacks him from the right while the latter on the left.
"Boys! Stop!" His warning goes unheeded, for the two of them reach within spitting distance of Freeza and with a speed, Gohan can barely comprehend, are caught in choke holds by the tyrant. Despite their punches and kicks to his limbs, Freeza takes the blows of two Super Saiyan's without a fuss.
Gohan notices the way he looks at their faces, one near identical to his father in Goten and the other, a younger version of the same person who cut Freeza to pieces well over a decade ago. When he starts banging their heads against one another, he almost to join the fray when Freeza launches the two boys at him. Gohan only narrowly catches them, once more completely caught off by Freeza's speed and now raw power.
"His movements..." Gohan gulps. "I could barely see them at all..."
"Ah man, that really hurt!"
"Wasn't he supposed to be a chump?!"
Goten and Trunks respectively whine, rubbing massive bumps growing out of their foreheads.
"Mister Buu," Gohan addresses the blob behind him, removing his sweater and glasses and revealing the orange gi beneath. "Take Pan, Videl, and Mister Satan out of here. Get as far away as you possibly can and do not stop running. Understand?"
He expects to hear a protest, but even the childish blob registers the intensity behind Gohan's words. "Buu understand!" He salutes scooping Mister Satan and Videl under his arms. Before either of them can protest, he takes off into the sky, leaving the three half-Saiyan's to fight without anyone else getting caught in the crossfire. Gohan is momentarily thankful that Freeza's initial attack was so effective, having innocents nearby would severely complicate a battle he suspects will be very hard fought.
With a mighty roar, he reaches deep into the vast depths of his power, transforming his scrawny, everyday appearance into that of his physical peak. His slid down hair morphs into dozens of black spikes defying gravity and a white aura of crackling electricity surrounds him.
"Fuse,"
The boys nod in understanding and perform the fusion dance next to him, creating the being known as Gotenks. He immediately powers up to what their father dubs, Super Saiyan 3, and Gohan is silently thankful that neither of their powers diminished in spite of their lack of practice. Still, with only five minutes left for his teenaged half-brother, Gohan knows he has to make every second he has count.
Freeza is undeterred by the two warriors, the strongest one's of their group of friends and family with the exception of their fathers. He simply smiles at them, cracking the bones of his neck and shoulders. "Let's see what the spawn of Vegeta and Goku can do!"
West City Outlands
"I am impressed Piccolo," The red giant complements him as the two dart around the sky above the cliffs, vanishing then reappearing, exchanging punches and kicks, trying to catch each other off guard while simultaneously getting a feel for their respective strength levels. Something Piccolo finds trouble with as he can't sense the giant's energy whatsoever. "Your species is known for producing above average fighters, but yours is something else entirely."
"I could say the same for you," Piccolo smirks. "I thought all of you Trade Organization goons were useless fodder. At least, according to Vegeta."
"Then why don't we stop this meager practice and get down to the actual fighting then?" Piccolo's comeback goes unspoken when a punch across his face forces him several feet back towards the ground. The giant wastes no time pressing his advantage and charges him horn first. Instead of skewering through flesh, all this PTO leader finds is a discarded cape temporarily blinding him.
Piccolo appears from above and promptly spin kicks him in the kidney, watching him spin helplessly in the air before tossing the turban directly at Shisami's mouth beam. The headwares built in weights making it sturdy enough to block the blast, leaving a ball of smoke where the explosion erupts.
Another red beam cuts through the smoke with Piccolo side-stepping out of its way. The Namekian shoots his extended right arm towards the leader, grabbing him by the neck before propelling himself forward via his reeling back arm. Forming a Ki ball in the palm of his hand, Piccolo smashes it into red giants face upon closing the distance.
Moments before ramming into the ground, the giant manages to stick the landing properly with his feet, denting the rocky floor beneath him. With a loud exhale of his bull-like nose, he looks up to Piccolo and smirks. "
"Very good, very good indeed," A powerful burst of aura envelops the giant and Piccolo counts himself very lucky his next blow only breaks his nose. Grabbing him by his gi, the red giant reels him back in and rams his knee to Piccolo's stomach repeatedly. Then a sharp pain makes him stop his assault, caused by Piccolo driving his sharp nails into the flesh of his leg.
Immediately, the Namekian shoots his head upward, smashing Shisami's nose in the process before clashing him across the face once, leaving three deep cuts into giants left cheek. That's when he notices something underneath his flesh: metal.
"An android..."
"Courtesy of Earth," The giant says with uncontained satisfaction, wiping away the blood dripping down his face. "Don't look so surprised, Piccolo. We've been monitoring your planet for years now, adapting your very useful technology for our own purpose. I, Shisami, am the pinnacle of these efforts so far."
"I know full well what your only purpose is," Piccolo hisses, annoyed that Gero and Freeza's ghosts continue to haunt them. Still, if he's only this strong, Piccolo knows the Saiyan's should have no trouble solving this issue. And yet... None of them are here...
Ignoring a bad feeling suddenly building up in his gut, Piccolo charges a Ki sphere in his hand and throws it towards Shisami. The attack is dodged effortlessly. He closes the distance then throws another, and another, and another with Shisami avoiding them all, smirking all the while. It isn't until it is far too late, when he finally notices the lack of an explosions going off does the leader of this army realize he's surrounded by dozens of ki balls, all ready and able to rip him to shreds.
"Hellzone Grenade!" Declares the Super Namekian commanding his spheres to blow Shisami to shreds, the red giant merely smirks before placing his arms in front, with a faint red aura he powers up, waiting for the spheres to get as close as possible. Mere inches away from him, Shisami unleashes an explosion of Ki several times stronger than any of the Ki spheres, destroying them all in the process and rendering Piccolo's plan fruitless.
"I'm afraid you'll need a more clever idea than that to win this battle!" Shisami blasts forward, continuing his death match with Piccolo. Dozens of feet below them, still on the outskirts of the city another battle takes place. One between twins with 17 battling Abo on the high ground and 18 dealing with Kado slightly above the ocean, their attacks splitting away the oceans beneath their feet.
17 tackles Abo to the ground, pummeling him repeatedly in the face while the grunting PTO soldier attempts to shield it with his arms. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you supposed to be some hotshot elite or something?" He mocks in-between punches with his usual smirk, a mock he quickly regrets after Abo manages to hit him in the eyes with a pair of ocular beams.
"Son of a-" A head-butt from the stocky blue alien cuts him off and sends him reeling. Jumping off the ground, the PTO soldier slams his opponent from behind face first into the side of the cliff. Pinning him against the wall, he grabs the Earth android by then head and as revenge bashes his head repeatedly into it, grinning to himself. However, 17 manages to push his hand against the wall, clenching his fist as he slowly but surely overpowers Abo's strength.
A quick jab to the PTO soldiers face with his elbow sends Abo reeling backward in pain, clenching his broken, bleeding nose. 17 spins around, palm striking Abo into the stomach section of his armor, shattering its plate before quickly roundhouse kicking him to the side of the head. Watching his opponent tumble on the ground like a soccer ball, 17 cracks his knuckles and smirks once more.
"That's what I'm talking about!" 17 rushes his enemy to continue the battle, enjoying his first fight in many, many years. Nearby, his sister takes a far more reserved approach to her battle, remaining cool and purely on the defensive. Merely dodging or blocking all the blows sent her way from Kado.
"You can't run away forever!" Shouts Kado as he furiously tries ever possible variation of a kick or punch to try and land one single hit on 18 to no avail.
"Mind telling me why you're doing this?" She asks in her usual detached manner though Kado doesn't miss the slight hint of anger in her voice. "After your party fiasco, we let you go on good terms."
"Your lies won't work on me! The PTO broke through your mental manipulations and showed us the truth! You humiliated my brother and me, beat us up then let that wimp Tarble keep us locked up! Well now we're free and with our cybernetic enhancement we will have our revenge!"
18 finds herself taken aback by his mention of cybernetic enhancements before realizing the true meaning behind his words. "They turned you into an-"
Kado elbows her in the face, taking advantage of her momentary defensive lapse and knocks her off balance before grabbing her the arm and quickly spinning in the air, flinging her into the nearby cliff-side. With his aura flaring, he forms a ball of Ki mere inches from his mouth, one of green color with a countless number of bioelectrical discharges coming from it.
Unleashing the ball into the large crack in the wall where he launched 18 into, Kado watches a quarter of the cliff-side turn into a rumble with rocks of all shapes and sizes flinging several feet up into the air. To his surprise, 18 merely levitates out of the smoking rubble with her clothes tattered in several spots, her hair ruffled and some small scrapes on her face, arms, and legs. Yet it is her expression which sends chills down his spine, her cold completely emotionless stare. Without a word she discards her ruined jacket, tossing it into the ocean below and rushes the PTO soldier.
Delivering a devastating roundhouse kick to the soldiers arm, 18 feels the bones and metal inside of it snap from the impact, causing Kado to yelp in pain. Still furious with him destroying her clothing, she grabs him by the two small horns protruding from the top of his head and repeatedly bashes his face against her knee. Bringing him back to face level after a handful of consecutive knee strikes, delivers several devastating blows to his head, kidney's and ribs before halting up noticing his pained gasps for air in-between his bloody coughs.
"Look, whoever made you into an android has screwed with your head just like they tried with me. I know someone who can help you and your brother, so why don't you just stop now and help us-" Her attempt to reason with a fellow forced augmentation victim is for naught as Kado head-butts her in the face and flies at full speed towards his brother with 18 close behind him.
"Brother! It's time!" Yells Kado to his sibling who smirks before delivering a strong jab to 17s throat, momentarily stopping and giving him a chance to meet up with Kado.
"Oh no..." 18 mutters, realizing what they intend to do and promptly cups her hands together to charge an attack hopefully strong enough to end this fight before it can go severely wrong. "Ka... Me... Ha... Me... Ha... Me... HHHAAAA!" A wide energy beam bursts out of her hands and heads directly for the two nearby brothers, though she didn't intend to kill them, their fused state would most certainly cause trouble for her and her friends in this battle.
Kado looks behind him and gasps in shock of the blue beam coming towards him and promptly speeds up as much as he can. The attack slowly closes the distance with the PTO soldier feeling it burning away at his feet. 18 puts more into the attack, desperately hoping she can, at least, halt their fusion to no avail. The two brothers start glowing in a green light and smash against each other, their bodies transforming into the fused being Aka who effortlessly smacks her Kamehameha away with a pleased smirk on his face.
"That was a close one." Comments Aka while shaking his wrist. "But no dice, now you and your brother are going to regret not putting us down sooner!"
I already am...
West City
"Get out of here! Right now!" Yells Krillin from atop a disabled car, kicking a nearby flying PTO soldier to the ground before spotting several of them firing their ki blasts at a large group of fleeing civilians. Jabbing his open palm forward, Krillin unleashes several blasts of his own, each of which cancels out his enemies though he soon finds himself smacked into a nearby wall from behind, more soldiers taking advantage of his and the others split attention between protecting civilians and fighting the enemy.
Quickly recovering from it, the monk repays the favor to the one responsible for hitting him with a strong punch to his face, knocking him out instantly. He takes to the air, charging at the incoming PTO soldiers and scatters the lot of them with a kiai. Effortlessly, he takes them out of the fight with but a single punch or kick, sending them plummeting unconscious onto the chaos filled streets below. Yet as before, for every four or five of them he focuses on at a given moment, the same number bypass him and continue their attack on the civilians with a whole bus full of children.
"Damn!" He turns around to shoot them out of the sky, yet the instant his head turns, the other soldiers proceed to assault him from behind. The monk finds himself assaulted by dozens upon dozens of Ki blasts assaulting him from all sides. He grits his teeth, annoyed that he cannot fight to his full extent for fear of accidentally adding to the body count.
His salvation comes in the form of a large, yellow Ki ball darting out of nowhere and like guided bullet darts from soldier to soldier, blasting into and sending them plummeting to the ground with smoking burns all over their bodies. Krillin looks behind him and finds a smirking Yamcha guiding the ball at the swarm of invaders above, picking them off easily.
"Get down!" Yamcha orders him before leaping into the air, right over Krillin and into a group of incoming PTOs. "Wolf Fang Fist!"
With an initial kick to a six-foot tall soldiers head, the retired Earth fighter unleashes a lightning fast blitz of punching and clawing attacks at the horde of invaders before him. His superior speed and strength so great they're all struck before they even know what hit them. After falling two dozens of them, Yamcha finishes his signature attack off with a double palm strike backed up by a kiai and sending a handful more flying into the air and towards the nearby water. "Go! I'll cover you!"
Thankful for his friend's assistance, Krillin remembers the bus under attack and uses a reverse Kamehameha to quickly propel himself across the street into the squad preparing to blow up the bus full of children and head first, slams into the three of them with his initial rush. Before the remaining two can counter attack, he spins in the air and fires off a pair of blasts, hitting them square in the face and knocking them out.
"Get out of here before more of them get here!" He yells at the panicked bus driver inside while the children look on in awe of Krillin's abilities.
"I can't! The engines dead and the doors jammed!"
The monk's lips curl in anger at this as he looks around to check for nasty surprises lying in wait. Knowing that they're surely going to get killed if left there, he grabs the door of the bus and effortlessly rips it off its hinges, startling the driver though earning amazed gasps from the kids. Putting on a comforting smile, he waves to the children before addressing them.
"Okay guys, listen up. My names Krillin, I'm a police officer!" He takes out his recently acquired badge of his pocket, lifting it up into the air for all to see. "The bad guys are out there and my friends and I are going to stop them. But before we can do that, we need to get you and everyone else out of here, understand?"
They all nod.
"Good, so what we're going to do now is this. I want you all to find a buddy to pair up with and stick close to them, me and my friend out there-" As if he planned it, Yamcha appears to the left side of the busy, exchanging blows with a duo of soldiers both of whom he takes out with a single kick then leaps back into action without skipping a beat. "Are going to protect you, just follow my lead and we'll get out of this in no time, okay?"
They all nod once again, rising from their seats and each finding a partner with whom to hold hands. Krillin looks away from them, letting a silent sigh escape his lips before turning back to the driver. "I'll need your help keeping track of the kids in case I or my friend get pre-occupied. Do not let them out of your sight, got it?"
"Y-yes sir!" He declares with a salute as if he's being addressed as a soldier by his commander.
Trying to fight back a chuckle in a situation like this, Krillin looks out to find Yamcha still fighting nearby, however, the monk worries he alone might not be enough. "Yamcha!" He telepathically contacts the scar-faced former bandit. "Where are Tien and Chiaotzu?"
"No idea," Yamcha replies while breaking a PTO soldiers arm before using his whole body to smack one another away. "Last I saw them they were headed for the other side of town where the ball game was."
Despite wanting their assistance here, Krillin admits that they are probably of more use where they are. For the stadium was packed with thousands upon thousands of people who were still close to it even after fleeing from the initial incident in comparison to this less inhabited part of the city. "I'm getting these kids out of here, try to keep them off us okay?"
"I got it, now quit wasting time and go!"
Looking back to the children, he finds them all off their seats and holding hands. "Good work everyone! Now, I'll head out first with you all following me in a single line, your drivers going to be in the middle of the line with my buddy Yamcha covering us from the back. Stay close and don't break line no matter what. Understood?"
They nod for a third time prompting Krillin to exit the bus with the class of 23 children following him closely behind. Yamcha continues taking the brunt of the enemy force, managing to keep many of them at bay with his Spirit Ball technique darting around in the air, defeating many soldiers coming in from all directions. They make their way onto the desolate streets, keeping their left sides next to the buildings to provide some cover.
Yet trouble finds them regardless in the form of two PTO soldiers managing to bypass Yamcha's spirit ball fire of three charged wave beams at Krillin as per their attack strategy. The monk readies himself, expecting the beams to come at him head on, yet just as they're about to reach they change course entirely as per the commands of their masters, their new targets being the children.
Krillin's jaw clenches, his anger over their constant use of civilians as targets for the purpose of leaving himself and his friends open to their attacks growing with each passing moment. He leaps into action, using a ki blast of his own to dispel one beam before kicking the other one back at its maker, blowing him up in the process. Just as he's about to fire off another ki blast to take out the other, the wall behind him suddenly crumbles with a third soldier emerging, putting him in a Nelson hold.
"Now you're mine!" States the red skinned, spiky-haired soldier before driving his deep nails into the monk's skull. Fighting back a yell with all his willpower, the monk notices the other soldier coming at him, no doubt to pummel him. The Earth warrior dashes their plan when he breaks the hold with the power up of his aura. He spins quickly into the air, round house kicking the surprise attacker to the head before blasting the remaining one right through the chest.
The children look on in a mix of shock, fear and amazement at it all as Krillin lands back onto the ground, wincing in pain. "A-are you okay mister?"
Krillin, fighting back the horrid pain in his skill, looks at the questioning boy with a confident smile on his face. "I'm fine kid, just having a little headache from this rotten day we're all having is all. Now get back in line and stick to the plan, we've got a long way to go before we're out of this."
The boy does as he's told and the group marches on with the monk taking back his post at the tip of them. And so they march on with Krillin and soon afterward Yamcha with the former having a bad feeling that this is merely the beginning of what will be a very bad day for everyone in this city.
Power Levels:
Freeza's army (individually): 30.000-35.000
Chiaotzu: 160.000
Yamcha: 560.000
Tien: 890.000
Krillin: 1.000.000
Piccolo = Shisami (both are somewhat stronger than Perfect Cell though inferior to SPC and all the Mastered Super Saiyans & above).
17 = 18 Abo & Kado. Aka 17 & 18 (he's about on par with Cell Games Goku).
This chapter was also going to be considerably longer but since this one took overly long as it, making it all in one piece likely would've delayed it even more. I'll try to have the second part of War Fronts done in the following days.