Tempest of the Tirani

A thick vapor began to form in the sky as the warriors of Earth finished the last of the grunts. Slowly, in an ebb and tide, it descended to the paved streets of Satan city, beginning to take on the shape of a giant. Banira trembled as he felt the awesome magical force of the strange mist, and called down to the others with a noticeable edge in his voice.

"Get back! The Tirani is unleashing his inner demon!"

Snare simply stared back with a quizzical look, as did the others. But a beastial roar from below alerted them to the danger they were in. The vapor concealed and took on substance and color, shaping itself from the ground up. Thick, black, taloned legs gripped and tore the concrete. A segmented tail of the same color swished back and forth, its strength destroying the sides of buildings in idleness. Its chest was a mixed green and black, with a hard carapace serving for a breastplate. But the most fearsome sight to behold was the creature's face, white and round, like a death's head, eyes hollow save for two burning embers that gleamed with evil intent. It was as tall as any building, a true site to behold.

"Holy crap!" Goten exclaimed with more than a twinge of fear. "What is it?"

"It's called Hildegarn," Banira exclaimed. "A demon from another dimension. The leader of the Tirani, Toblerone, contains it within his body. The demon drains a planet of all energy, energy which that demented conqueror uses for his own ends. A group such as yours defeated it in another timeline, with great difficulty."

Gohan gleamed with surprising bravado. "Then we'll take it down here as well!" His body igniting with a coruscating aura of white, bright as any star, he plummeted downwards to meet this new challenge. He placed his hands in front of him, a yellow ovoid of energy forming. Just before contact, he unleashed his Masenko at the great beast, certain of impact. However, the demon vanished in a swirl of mist, and the attack hit only the building behind it. Amazed, Gohan paused long enough for Hildegarn to re-form behind him and lash out with its giant tail. The mystic saiyan was battered into a skyscaper, the force of his momentum taking him all the way though.

"Does this creature have any weaknesses?" Piccolo inquired of the god.

"None that I know of," the pale alien admitted.

"Then we'll just have to find one." He turned to his son. "Come on, Snare, let's kill us a demon."

Uubu ducked as a shiny metallic fist whizzed over his head, then sent a smashing uppercut to Coola's jaw. The chrome lizard issued a mechanical grunt and stumbled back as the fighter leapt backwards and skywards, channeling his energy into his palms. But, recovering far faster than the dark-skinned teen had anticipated, Coola smirked, and his tail elongated, heading straight for Uubu's gut and sprouting sharp edges on either side. However, six years of training with Goku paid off. He dashed aside just in time, and felt the breeze as the deadly appendage brushed up against his clothing, then retracted just as quickly. He glanced down at his blue Gi, finding a cut over six inches long in the cloth, though no abrasion in his flesh. If he had reacted just a fraction of a second later…But Coola gave him no time to ponder, this time sending his diamond-sharp tail racing for Uubu's head. The mohawked warrior bent over backwards, as if doing the limbo, and watched as the chrome, bladed body part sail over him. He then twisted to the side, gripping the blunt ends of the tail between thinly muscular arms and squeezed. He jerked upwards on the tail, catching Coola by surprise and lifting the alien from the ground. Uubu began to spin like a top, taking the evil lizard with him as went, building momentum and turning both into a blur of motion. When the time felt right, Uubu released the metallic villain, flinging him into the pavement below, the impact forming a good-sized crater. Coola's gyros groaned as he returned to his feet, but a readout from his sensors made him stop in his tracks. Above, Uubu was focusing a great amount of ki, cupping his palms to his side in a telltale manner. Blue energy erupted between his hands, forming a small but concentrated orb. Uubu did not say the word, rather, he just screamed, releasing the wave on the now hapless villain. Abruptly, the force of the energy forced Coola onto his back, and then the explosion washed over him, separating an arm from his chrome body, the force of the ki tripling the size of the crater. Then his world went white as his sensors were flooded with data, both on the energy output of the Kamehameha and a full system's diagnostic.

Hovering, the dark-skinned fighter watched as his foe's metal arm flailed off several yards away from ground zero. He allowed himself a moment of brief satisfaction, but that was interrupted by tiny wires slithering along the pavement, both from the broken appendage and from the smoking crater. The metallic tendrils met, pulling the arm into the crater, where it rejoined with its rightful owner. A fit of laughter, made even more dreadful by its mechanical lack of tone or intent, emerged from the aperture in the street. There was a brief rush of air as the villain used his power to brush away the smoke from around him, standing resolute in the center of the hole in the concrete. Uubu felt his spirits drop. "No…"

"A powerful attack, to be sure," the metallic lizard mocked. He glared at Uubu, his face turning grim. "But not nearly powerful enough."

The teen almost panicked, looking around for Goku to assist him. But then, his master's word echoed in his mind. /Your power is a lot like my son's was: it is unlocked through anger. First, you and I shall work on honing your rage. Then, and only then, will we work on controlling you power without it./ Uubu regained his composure, and allowed his anger to grow. How dare they come to this planet and threaten those he cared for! Abruptly, his aura grew, pink lightning racing up and down his expanding muscles.

Now it was Coola's turn to be afraid. "What?" he piped in a voice that sounded surprisingly tinny, though it came from an electronic voice box.