The two kings hurled themselves at each other, meeting in a flurry of blurred limbs. The Hasha has been weakened, but thanks to his recently gained power they were evenly matched. They both knew that the first one to make a mistake would lose.
As the fight dragged on, Vegeta grew angrier, until finally his rage manifested itself in his voice.
"How?" he snarled. "How did you achieve the Super Saiyan so much earlier than I? I put myself through the most strenuous training possible, and still I did not do it before Kakarot returned!"
"Don't make me laugh. A weak-hearted fool like you could never handle such rigors. I bet you didn't even overload the gravity chamber!"
These words hit harder than any of the Hasha's blows. Of course, that explained it. He had not forced Dr. Briefs to build an artificial gravity simulator until they'd been warned about the androids. His counterpart, though, had apparently thought to do so much sooner.
So. By doing so, he had gained power, revenge on both Freeza and Kakarot, and the universe itself.
And he had lost Bulma. Trunks had never even been born.
It was not a fair trade-off, Vegeta knew. The losses far outweighed the gains. He would never admit so in public, but he knew it.
They traded a few more blows, then jumped back from one another. Vegeta could feel the senzu bean in his pocket. He knew that if he took it now, it would give him enough of an edge to secure the victory.
He wasn't going to take it, of course. Healing in-between battles was well and good, but doing so in the middle of a battle went against everything Saiyans believed. Even with the high stakes riding on this conflict, he would not take it.
They resumed the battle, giving no quarter and expecting none. It was so evenly matched that it was almost impossible to believe that one of them could win.
"You're fighting a losing battle," said Vegeta eventually. "We may be stalemating now, but it won't be long before the others are ready to fight again. And then you shall fall. You cannot win."
***
Kuririn flew towards the direction of the two battling Saiyans. He didn't know what he could do, but he had to do something.
***
There were no energy blasts being used in this fight, nothing fancy like the Big Bang Attack or the Torakkingu Taihou. They would not allow each other the time necessary. It was all physical. It wasn't long before they even stopped flying, slugging it out instead on a tall, barren plateau.
And then it happened. As they exchanged blows, the ground beneath Vegeta crumbled and shifted, throwing off his balance.
It was the opportunity the Hasha had been waiting for. Taking advantage of his counterpart's momentary unsteadiness, he began to pound him mercilessly. He struck him in the head numerous times and repeatedly kneed him in the stomach.
The savage beating continued for several minutes, until the Supreme Ruler of Darkness dropped a battered and barely conscious Vegeta off the plateau.
He sneered. "So. Even with the help of all your weakling friends, you were still unable to defeat me. Truly, I am the greatest warrior in all existence. After I have disposed of you, I shall cleanse this planet of all who call it home. And then the rest of this universe shall become mine."
He raised his hands above his head, charging up a final blast of energy. "Any last words?"
Vegeta raised himself slightly on his elbows. He was not looking at the Hasha, but instead beyond him. He coughed up some blood, and then spoke.
"Sometimes friends can come in handy."
The Hasha laughed for a moment--but only for a moment. The look on his face changed to one of horrified shock, as a Kienzan sliced through his back and his chest, flying off into the distance before dissipating.
He looked down. There was a thin line of blood all around him where the disk had cut through him. He whirled, and as he did so, he began to split into two pieces.
A few dozen yards behind him, on another plateau, stood a short man. He had hair now, but the evil king still recognized him as Kuririn. His hand was still raised from where he had formed the Kienzan.
His vision blurring and starting to go black, he fell to the ground. He managed to get out some words.
"So he…did…end up…killing me…after all…"
And then he was silent.
As the fight dragged on, Vegeta grew angrier, until finally his rage manifested itself in his voice.
"How?" he snarled. "How did you achieve the Super Saiyan so much earlier than I? I put myself through the most strenuous training possible, and still I did not do it before Kakarot returned!"
"Don't make me laugh. A weak-hearted fool like you could never handle such rigors. I bet you didn't even overload the gravity chamber!"
These words hit harder than any of the Hasha's blows. Of course, that explained it. He had not forced Dr. Briefs to build an artificial gravity simulator until they'd been warned about the androids. His counterpart, though, had apparently thought to do so much sooner.
So. By doing so, he had gained power, revenge on both Freeza and Kakarot, and the universe itself.
And he had lost Bulma. Trunks had never even been born.
It was not a fair trade-off, Vegeta knew. The losses far outweighed the gains. He would never admit so in public, but he knew it.
They traded a few more blows, then jumped back from one another. Vegeta could feel the senzu bean in his pocket. He knew that if he took it now, it would give him enough of an edge to secure the victory.
He wasn't going to take it, of course. Healing in-between battles was well and good, but doing so in the middle of a battle went against everything Saiyans believed. Even with the high stakes riding on this conflict, he would not take it.
They resumed the battle, giving no quarter and expecting none. It was so evenly matched that it was almost impossible to believe that one of them could win.
"You're fighting a losing battle," said Vegeta eventually. "We may be stalemating now, but it won't be long before the others are ready to fight again. And then you shall fall. You cannot win."
***
Kuririn flew towards the direction of the two battling Saiyans. He didn't know what he could do, but he had to do something.
***
There were no energy blasts being used in this fight, nothing fancy like the Big Bang Attack or the Torakkingu Taihou. They would not allow each other the time necessary. It was all physical. It wasn't long before they even stopped flying, slugging it out instead on a tall, barren plateau.
And then it happened. As they exchanged blows, the ground beneath Vegeta crumbled and shifted, throwing off his balance.
It was the opportunity the Hasha had been waiting for. Taking advantage of his counterpart's momentary unsteadiness, he began to pound him mercilessly. He struck him in the head numerous times and repeatedly kneed him in the stomach.
The savage beating continued for several minutes, until the Supreme Ruler of Darkness dropped a battered and barely conscious Vegeta off the plateau.
He sneered. "So. Even with the help of all your weakling friends, you were still unable to defeat me. Truly, I am the greatest warrior in all existence. After I have disposed of you, I shall cleanse this planet of all who call it home. And then the rest of this universe shall become mine."
He raised his hands above his head, charging up a final blast of energy. "Any last words?"
Vegeta raised himself slightly on his elbows. He was not looking at the Hasha, but instead beyond him. He coughed up some blood, and then spoke.
"Sometimes friends can come in handy."
The Hasha laughed for a moment--but only for a moment. The look on his face changed to one of horrified shock, as a Kienzan sliced through his back and his chest, flying off into the distance before dissipating.
He looked down. There was a thin line of blood all around him where the disk had cut through him. He whirled, and as he did so, he began to split into two pieces.
A few dozen yards behind him, on another plateau, stood a short man. He had hair now, but the evil king still recognized him as Kuririn. His hand was still raised from where he had formed the Kienzan.
His vision blurring and starting to go black, he fell to the ground. He managed to get out some words.
"So he…did…end up…killing me…after all…"
And then he was silent.
