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Super Saiyan Aftermath

Chapter 6 Gold Versus Gold

Cable prepared himself for an extreme battle. His remaining bandoleer was hanging off his suit, still loaded with viles of an elixir. With that he knew he had a distinct advantage. So did the twelve warriors. One pointed two fingers at Cable and fired a beam that split all of the viles, spilling its precious contents on the green grass. The wind was blowing gently, caressing Cable's skin. He was over six feet tall, not including his hair. He had taken off his space suit, revealing a black gi. The gi was mostly a robe and pants with a belt. He had a black shirt underneath. He wore crisp new military boots that accentuated his foot. He wore gloves like that too, fingerless gloves that made his hand look a little bit bigger.

The twelve Super Saiyans all got into a combat stance. Each choosing a different style to keep Cable's power in check. Each warrior donned a brown robe, with a hood concealing their faces until they transformed. They shed their now useless articles. All twelve were in identical gray armor with black accented points, such as the knee, shoulders, chest, and elbows. They wore black gauntlets and their grieves were streaked with black. Of all the stances, Cable recognized his own style, then realized the artist behind it was none other than Darle. Healed too at that. He was third from the left.

"All right, how do you want to do this?" Cable asked, rotating his arm. He then stretched his legs in a classic Son gesture. He didn't know why he felt he needed to do that. Without warning all twelve warriors appeared in a strange formation around Cable. Six fists and six feet flew at his body at the exact same moment. He jumped, bringing his knees close to his stomach, using his legs as a shield, while simultaneously bending his arms and putting them forward, stopping eight of the twelve, the rest hit him in the back and face, and one even managed to hit his gut. Although it wasn't enough to get through to him, it made him wince. They were going to time everything together.

"That's how? Fine!" Cable put up his barrier to send his attackers away. His super-charged speed gave him the timing to dodge the energy balls that were thrown in his direction. He stopped in front of one of the Super Saiyans and delivered a huge kick to his face. Cable then backflipped over the kick aimed at his back, planting his hands into the ground, pushing off then righting himself in his stance. He raised his arm and blocked a kick, seemingly out of nowhere. The attacker that kicked at him then twisted his body, rotating his legs and missing Cable with his other by mere hairs.

Cable dove straight into the next one in his way and punched him in the cheek, jolting his opponent's head backward, but something unexpected happened. The opponent wrapped his legs around Cable and used his backwards momentum to flip Cable and slam him into the ground. Cable's head dug into the ground, stopping when his shoulders hit. He placed his hands on the ground and pushed up, flinging himself into the air. Cable then powered up his aura again, with his hands out in front of him, he set twelve spheres in front of him, two at a time. Each sphere was black with blue lighting arcing on its surface. It also had two sets of orbital rings, one yellow, one white.

"I got a gift for each one of you freaks. First is yours, Darle!" Cable said, spotting Darle. "Kamehameha!" Cable shouted as a moderate beam of white with a blue outline raced towards Darle. Darle read the power of the beam and knew it was a distraction. He dodged the beam as a ball was flung at him. He caught the ball and was having a hard time hold it, but he finally got the momentum to stop the sphere of his impending doom.

"Not good enough, stupid boy." Darle mocked.

"I know." His uncharacteristic calm tone sent Darle into confusion. Before he could react further, Cable pointed his index finger at the ball, with his thumb in the air. "Now die!" Cable shouted as he launched the piercing attack forward. It went straight through the energy ball and hit Darle in the center of the forehead, piercing through. The explosion that followed destroyed any evidence of Darle being there.

"You bastard!" A demi-Saiyan said. "You'll pay for that one!" another squealed. Several more threats loomed in, but none noticed that Cable was smiling. They were too flustered. They would show more power, but less grace. His smile seemed to finally be noticed, all it did was anger them further. One of the demi-Saiyans flew up to Cable punching and kicking in a blinding fury, one that Cable had to focus on to stop. He had to drop his attention from the others.

From below he heard strange sounds of agreement, then a chanting that haunted him for a long time after that. "Fuuuuu......shunnnn.....HAAA!" was heard from below from ten different mouths.

"HA!" Cable said as he put his fist through the gut of his now lifeless opponent. "Five new fighters to replace the ten old, huh? Well no matter. My vengeance will be complete much faster now, then I don't have to kill anymore." He raised his hands, converging ten of the eleven spheres into five, absorbing the last one back into his energy. He knew he was going to need all he could get.

"Haaaaa," five different voices said, sounding like ten. The fusions flew up to Cable and started to bat him around. Cable ducked a punch, only to be kicked in the back of the head. He caught a punch only to have his punch caught as well. Now he and one warrior were tangled up. The four other fusions jumped backwards, all preparing some sort of energy wave. With intensive studying of Vegeta, the fusions prepared his trump card.

"FINAL FLASH!" four distinct, but simultaneous voices were heard. The warrior holding Cable let go and spun around, falling and flying backwards. Cable prepared a hasty barrier, only to his front. The four beams merged into one and slammed his barrier, making him shudder at the power being flung about. Cable decided on a course of action and went to it from the danger zone he was in. Cable took an arm off of the barrier and felt it flux backwards toward him. With the free arm he prepared his attack. He pushed a beam to his left and had it come around and hit a fusion.

The beam had little effect, Cable was using too much to hold the barrier. The fusions have to tire soon too he thought. The energy balls I made earlier! He remembered. Cable reached out to them with one arm. He had four crash into each of the beam users, thusly exploding, effectively ending the attack on him. He threw the final ball at the last fusion who was still recovering from the impact of the beam and barrier. The ball hit the warrior directly in the center of his mass, knocking him into the air, when he hit the ground again, he popped in two. The unconscious warriors flew away from each other, hair turning from a golden color to black. One down.

Cable tried to stop or even slow his descent, but to no avail. He smashed into the ground at a high speed, falling to his knees, then onto his chest. His long golden hair drooped back into its normal state. Cable's original hairstyle was not too far from Gohan's during the Cell games. His transformed state had looked more like Goku's though. Without energy, trying to stand, let alone power up was an impossibility. He needed to get up, and defend himself. He had a feeling the others wouldn't be too pleased about the situation. Cable looked up in time to see the other fusions end. There was a quick conversation, then two warriors flew past the downed Cable and grabbed their comrades. Without hesitation, the demi-Saiyans teleported away.

Good, I need a nap. Cable thought. Hardly thinking about the danger, he slept soundly. Hours later he awoke to a now terrible sound, people fusing. When he looked up, he saw five fusions, the same ones as earlier, except they were stronger now. His nap helped a little bit, but he would be quickly outmatched and out of energy. Cable must have blinked or something, but now four warriors held his limbs in place, slightly hovering. The fifth powered up and flew at Cable. A flurry of punches and kicks rocked Cable's body. He attempted to transform, only to find out he didn't have the power. His body rocked with each punch or kick. He was almost convulsing, the attacks were coming in fast.

Cable felt his mind leave consciousness. He drifted somewhere he hadn't before. A tendril of his spirit touched something. It was a picture of his family. Cable smiled at this little anomoly in his life filled with woe. He looked around and saw happy times in his life. Training with Zed, eating lunch with his family, being accepted into The U. Cable saw a cloaked figure at the end of the hall. All he saw was a nondescript shadow of a man. Without warning, the room changed from calm blue, to a disastrous red. The pictures started to scream for help. He could hear his mom overall. She screamed for him to help, but he was helpless. His body wouldn't respond, he could only watch in horror as the pictures blackened and curled up, leaving only ash.

Again I am helpless. These people have ruined my life, and I just let them. Now they are going to kill me, and yet I have done little to stop them. I am powerless. They won, I lost. Again. Dad. Mom. I'm sorry. Cable morosely thought. The thought of failure finally sunk in. He was weeping on his knees in this demented red world.

"Stop your crying, boy." A harsh voice came out of somewhere. Cable looked around and saw a warrior in classic Saiyan armor approaching. The hair standing on end gave him away. Vegeta. "You are a Saiyan. We do not let a bully ruin us. We keep our pride. We will always have it. You must stop doubting yourself, and let go." Vegeta slowly dissipated, replaced by a new figure with goofy hair.

"Hiya, kiddo. I know things are tough, but you must search within yourself. You did it before unconsciously, now do it again. With a purpose you can pull out what you need. You must make them pay for what they have done. But nobody has the right to take a life of another living thing. Neither do you." Goku said. His narrowed eyes finally relenting, showing a smile. He dissipated followed by one more figure.

"Hello, son." Cable's dad said.

"Father?!"

"Yes my boy. Listen, these people took your mother's life first. Her last words were of you. She died in my arms, happy because I would protect you. I could not stop them. They defeated me. Your mother's happiness was in vain. They disgraced the family. They killed your parents. They tried to kill you, but you are special. They cannot defeat what you are, my son. Nobody can defeat you, except you. You must believe you can defeat them. You have the power. You have the power to protect all that's good. You can't let this anger fester longer than needed. Draw from it, use it as a line into your power. Use it then cleanse yourself of it. You are a good boy." Cables dad said, sullen at first, but gaining joy.

"Dad, I've missed you. I will do this for you and mom."

"You have made me very proud already. Show them what a Saiyan's made of. I will be waiting for you when your time comes. Years from now when your legends have been passed on to your kids and grand kids. I will be watching you grow up from the afterlife."

Cable opened his eyes, having returned to his body. He saw that he was still being held by his attackers. For you Vegeta, Goku, and you father. Cable's eyes went blank. Through his mind, emotions and images of the past all raged through him. The pictures in the twisted red dimension crying out for help got to him. His mother's voice pushed him beyond his limits.

"AAAAHHHH!!" Cable's cry of anger was sent out of his body, stopping the punches flying at him. Cable's hair began to grow extremely long, spiking out in every direction. His eyebrows expanded, then the hair on them disappeared. His eyes had purple pupils surrounded by the turquoise trait of Super Saiyans. His muscle mass increased dramatically, his power level more than quadrupled. He could no longer be ranked. All the blood and scratches disappeared with his final scream, sending his aura upward. When his eyes refocused, Cable was a Super Saiyan 3.