Ch 3 Red Faction - Legendary Warrior vs Divine Given Powers
Bardock felt a drop of sweat roll down the side of his cheek. Even as he heard the words, he still couldn't believe it.
"What did you say trooper?" He asked, hoping he misheard what was just said.
"We have a traitor sir." The trooper repeated. "And he appears to be a Saiyan."
Bardock's hand dropped to his side. A Saiyan? A traitor? Such a concept shouldn't be possible!
All Saiyans to some degree hated working under the Planet Trade. They fought for their freedom after all!
So how can a Saiyan of all races be a traitor?! It didn't make any sense!
"Any idea where this guy is?" Bardock asked, masking the distaste in his voice.
He will confront this Saiyan and find out his reason why: why betray his brothers and sisters, why spit upon his entire race, why throw away his Saiyan pride to lick the feet of a tyrant long since dead.
"Yes sir," The trooper answered. "Transmitting his last known coordinates now. Good luck commander." He paused for a moment before adding the last bit.
"I'm a Saiyan," Bardock replied, crossing his arms. "We don't need luck in a fight."
It took Bardock less than a dozen minutes to arrive at the coordinates the traitor was last seen. Figures it would be at the remains of their HQ.
The Saiyan took a slow look around; bodies scattered every here and there, scorch marks still fresh, small fires burning among collapsed tents, tables, and trees.
When this attack happened, the enemy hit them fast and hard. Bardock let out a curse. He should've been here.
In that moment, the Saiyan picked up a presence nearby. He snapped his head in the given direction.
"Nearby huh?" He said in a low tone, turning his body towards the presence. Bardock walked towards it, choosing to act cautiously as he is unsure if this is the traitor, a lone PTO soldier, or an off chance survivor.
He walked out of the camp perimeter, through a thick series of bushes that came out to a clearing. The clearing revealed a different section of the cliff he stood upon before overlooking the ruined Dodo city below.
Bardock quickly spotted a man near the edge of the cliff and frowned.
He appeared to be a Saiyan wearing ice blue and black armor. He had flat top hair kept in a small ponytail at the back, his skin is a bit tanner than the average Saiyan color.
The lone man seemed to notice Bardock's presence as he tilted his head up.
"It's been a long time...Bardock." The man said in a voice all to familiar to the Saiyan.
Bardock's eyes shook in a mix of surprise and disbelief. 'There's no way...' He mentally spoke, taking a step forward.
"You can't be-." Bardock cut himself off, raising a hand towards the Saiyan before him. "Dodoria and his men killed you along with everyone else! You died in my arms, so how can you be here?!"
"Yeah, I guess that did happen." The Saiyan replied, turning around to face Bardock with a smile. "A lot of things have happened, but I'm back Bardock."
Bardock could not believe what stood before him now. Somehow, against all logic and reason, the man he called his best friend seemed to be alive and well.
"Tora..." Bardock felt his eyes shake.
Tora, whom along with everyone else in his old crew, died on Planet Meat 2 years ago when Frieza started his betrayal against the Saiyan race.
Now, by some miraculous way, the very same man stood before him today.
Bardock knew he should be glad.
Yet it felt so wrong.
Meanwhile, aboard Surge's Space Station...
Surge watched patiently as the PTO styled shuttle landed in the center of the hanger bay. The shuttle painted a mix of black and white, long and somewhat bulky. The criminal warlord estimated it could hold 50 - 200 men easily, depending on the interior of course.
The Planet Trade likes to have pointless design flaws integrated into certain ship designs depending on the tastes of the manufacture or the customer ordering one specially made.
It's due to this fact that Surge had to abandon several potential vessels for more practical ships. Thus why he only has about a dozen ships in the next hanger bay.
He knew better than to show his guests his full hand, especially since they are only assessing one another at the moment.
Several of his minions littered the hanger, most looking at the shuttle with sinister interest. They were hoping for a fight, but Surge stated before hand that none of them should move without his say so or risk a painfully slow execution.
The warlord was flanked by four of his lieutenants whom actually possess a capable brain in their skulls. If anything, he could rely on them to keep the men in line while he dealt with any particular issues.
The shuttle opened with a hiss as the wide ramp lowered. Through the ever increasing gap, Surge could make out a dozen or more men dressed in a variant of the Planet Trade's Battle Armor that he never seen before: It was colored in dark green with one shoulder pad on their right side and a four pointed star-like figure with two slanted sides and a black dot in the center.
These men of various shapes and races jogged down the ramp once properly lowered, forming two rows along the sides of the path as they snapped to attention. Now with them all out, Surge counted 20 well disciplined and properly train soldiers. A rare find in the ranks of the PTO.
A moment after, two other figures descended from the shuttle, both Arcosians. The one leading walked with a commanding, proud and even graceful aura around him. The other seemed to be a coward given how he clings to the first's side, that and the fact that he flinched with every noise it heard.
A few of Surges minions laughed at the sight, but otherwise did nothing.
The two Arcosians paced to Surge, taking up the remaining space between them before stopping at arms length.
"Greetings, my name is Sub Zero." The lead Arcosian said with a smile, offering the bald man before him a handshake. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Name's Surge," He replied, firmly grasping the alien's hand. "but you already knew that."
"Perhaps, still it is necessary to go through these formalities if one wishes to form any sort of trust." Sub Zero replied as he shook the man's hand.
'Hmph, trust huh?' Surge mentally though as he let go of the Arcosian's hand.
"Believe it or not Sub Zero, I am a rather busy man. So if we're done with these formalities you favor I'd like to get down to business."
"Of course Surge," Sub Zero replied, pressing his right hand upon his chest. "I too am equally busy as we both are taking up the task of building empires. This is why I have come to you today, to offer you a proposal."
"Is that right?" Surge asked, crossing his arms. "And before you tell me, I think it's only fair that if I feel that this is all a giant waste of my time I'll have my men kill you. Just so we understand each other, don't waste my time with useless banter."
The other Arcosian jumped at this, but was quickly calmed by a reassuring pat on the shoulder by Sub Zero.
"As you wish, I shall be straight to the point." Sub Zero spoke with a smile. "But first, shall we take this discussion somewhere more pleasant? It is rather dull here in this hanger."
Surge let out a huff before nudging his head in a given direction. He turned around, beginning to walk in that direction. His lieutenants followed close behind, Sub Zero turned to face his friend.
"You can stay with the ship if you want Avalanche." He said before slowly following behind Surge and his men.
Avalanche didn't reply with words, only a simple nod before nervously glancing around the hanger.
Sub Zero easily caught up with his host, the latter frowning as he thought of several possible ideas of what the Arcosian's proposal could be.
A non-aggression pact? Seemed logical as they both are building empires. Meaning he wants to wait till they both are at full strength before possibly fighting each other. Good to know, as that would mean Sub Zero is weaker that most give him credit for.
A trade deal? Ideal and logical as Sub Zero has both minerals and facilities to build starships that Surge so desperately needs, yet the forward doesn't have a clue. Least as long as there are no spies among his forces. This may end up a an exchange of favors though, which the warlord had mixed feeling about.
To become his subordinate? Never. Not that this Arcosian seemed that foolish to say such a ridiculous idea, other members of his race have proven to be otherwise.
Several other ideas formed in his head as he mentally listed impossible from likely, beneficial to costly, all to plan out every angle this Arcosian might play before he had a chance.
And so he could kill him once everything was said and done.
Planet B25...
"Let us see which is stronger; a living legend or power bestowed by the gods?" Turles spoke with a grin, chuckling as he felt the power of the Fruit from the Tree of Might course through his body ever increasing his power.
Riddic stood in silent surprise. For a instant, the silver-haired Saiyan had felt Turles's true power. He is stronger, much stronger than Riddic expected. In fact, Turles had to be the strongest Saiyan so far.
Well, normal Saiyan anyway.
While this is above what Riddic had been expecting, it was no cause for concern-
In that moment, Turles dashed forward at a speed the silver-haired Saiyan could only dream of catching up with in his base form.
With a smirk, the renegade Saiyan delivered a solid right hook into Riddic's chest. The latter flinching in pain, similar pain he assumed to when he did the same to his twin brother years past, as Turles sided stepped around him.
He let out a short chuckle, disappointed yet satisfied at the result of his opening blow. Turles kicked Riddic aside, causing the latter to bounce as he rolled along the wooden insides of the Tree of Might.
"If this is all the Legendary Super Saiyan is capable of, then Frieza was a weaker insect that I thought." Turles said, raising his right hand towards his opponent. In the next moment, light purple energy charged in the Saiyan's hands before launching off in a barrage of energy waves towards Riddic.
It was a little move Turles liked to call: Sudden Storm.
Each of the energy waves imploded on Riddic, whom managed to rise to one knee before noticing the incoming attacks. The silver-haired Saiyan disappeared in a flash of purple and the resulting smoke that formed after.
"Such an unsatisfying way to end things." Turles said with a shrug. "And here I was, expecting so much more."
The wind shifted, an almost smothering pressure filled the hollowed out core of the massive tree. Turles's eyes widened in surprise for a moment, he refocused on the smoke filled area before him.
The renegade Saiyan heard a unique sound, it was a sort of shui shui shui shui noise. A few seconds passed before a burst of wind cleared the smoke, revealing a golden haired man enveloped in an equally golden aura.
Turles took an instinctive step back, realizing in that moment that the figure before him is Riddic.
"So this is a Super Saiyan huh?" Turles said with a laugh. A cold drop of sweat ran down the back of his neck. "I can feel your energy in the air. Amazing...Now I see why you and your predecessors struck so much fear into the hearts of their enemies."
Riddic cracked his neck, clearly unimpressed or dissatisfied by his opponent's attempts at flattery. In the blink of an eye, the Super Saiyan disappeared from Turles's gaze.
Before the renegade could do so much as flinch, a sharp pain originating from his chest screamed through Turles. He flew back, crashing into a part of the Tree of Might, then bouncing face first into the ground.
The Saiyan coughed up blood. He picked his head up, followed by the slow rising of his body. Riddic, in all his Super Saiyan glory, now stood where Turles once was.
"Wha-when did you?" He struggled out, successfully holding himself up on his knees. 'I didn't even see him move!'
"What's wrong?" Riddic asked, frowning at the Saiyan before him. "You wanted to find out which of us is more powerful right?"
His aura flashed, increasing in size nearly twice fold for a few lasting moments. "You wanted to see if a Super Saiyan is a match for your so called god granted powers."
Riddic shifted his stance, pulling his arms back as he spreed his feet out. "You wanted to see if your newly found powers could overcome a legendary warrior."
The Super Saiyan jumped forward, slow enough for his opponent to witness the motion yet still at a speed that shook Turles. Riddic landed directly in front of the latter, waiting a moment for the slight air current he created to die down before crouching to meet the Saiyan at eye level.
"This is what you wanted right?" The Super Saiyan asked with a frown. "Then tell me, how are you doing so far? Everything going according to plan?"
"Or did you overestimate yourself and realize that I am far above your power? That your plans for this universe and everyone in it are being torn down with your hubris?"
Turles grinned his teeth in angry, yet acknowledged he was powerless to do anything about it.
"No clever reply?" Riddic asked with a smirk. "Too bad, guess you already accepted your place."
Turles jumped to his feet, quickly dashing back out of the hollow core.
He slapped his hands together, charging energy through his arms. Slowly, he separated his hands forming an ever growing orange circle of energy. It grew until Turles's hands where separated at the ends of his upper chest, growing to around half the Saiyan's size.
This is one of the renegade Saiyan's most powerful attacks dubbed Kill Diver. With a yell, he launched it at the Super Saiyan completely disregarding the safety of the Tree of Might.
Riddic held out a single hand towards the incoming attack. Focusing his energy, he created a barrier that simply caught the energy ring. It's orange, electric like being violently danced along the barrier before dissipating all together.
"There's no way!" Turles yelled, dropping his jaw as his fist shook with frustration and surprise.
The Super Saiyan smiled, lowering his hand once he no longer needed the barrier.
God granted powers vs legendary warrior indeed.
A few minutes earlier...
"I guess we need to show you what Turles's Crusher Corps is made of." The towering Amond said, smirking at the little Saiyan Prince before him.
Prince Vegeta stood unamused with his arms crossed, letting out a small humph in reply.
Behind him stood a rather agitated Nappa, assigned by the King of Saiyans himself to act as guardian to his heir. The brutish looking Saiyan flashed his teeth as his anger skyrocketed.
Just a few moments ago, this towering humanoid before him insulted the Saiyan Prince and thus in turn the Saiyan race (in Nappa's mind anyway).
He wouldn't stand for it! This man had to be taught a lesson!
"Prince Vegeta, let me take this guy!" Nappa shouted with pent up rage, holding up his fist as he shook in anger.
"Oh?" The young prince said, raising his eyebrow. He tilted his head, not quite enough to even glance at Nappa but enough to acknowledge him. "Tell me, why should I give you the leader of this so called Crusher Corp?"
"This man insulted you Prince Vegeta, that means he thinks lowly of us Saiyans!" Nappa hastily replied. "He needs to be taught a lesson!"
Prince Vegeta let out an amused huff. He agreed with the large brute, though didn't care as much as he clearly did. "And you think I'm unable to do so myself?"
This quelled Nappa's rage, if only a tad. "Uh no-it's just he...He really gets on my nerves!"
"Is that all?"
"Well...I uh..."
Prince Vegeta let out a short lived laugh. "Of course not, why should I expect a brute like you to come up with an educated reason?" He crossed his arms, scanning each of the Crusher Corps members before him.
"...On second thought, it might not be such a bad idea." Vegeta smirked. "I can't have trash fighting royalty after all, best to see if you're worthy before that."
Nappa blinked a few times, slowly realizing that the Saiyan Prince would allow him to fight Amond. Once he had, Nappa let out a laugh.
"Thanks a lot Prince Vegeta!"
"No need to thank me, this is common when we Saiyans of royal blood fight."
Prince Vegeta turned his head, glancing at Lea and Paragus standing behind him.
"I suppose you two wish to fight as well?"
"Do you even need to ask?" Lea replied, slamming her fists together in anticipation.
Paragus replied with a simple nod, keeping a cool head despite his festering hatred towards the royal family.
Vegeta let out a slight huff as he turned his head back around. "Be grateful I'm feeling generous today." He said with attitude. "Go on, choose two opponents you wish to fight. I'll take on the remaining two as we wait for Nappa to finished judging if this Amond here is a worth opponent for me."
Amond let out a laugh. "Worthy huh? I'll be sure to show you exactly what I'm capable of by pounding this brute into the ground."
Before Nappa had the chance to run his mouth off once again, Prince Vegeta took the chance to offer his own reply.
"I wouldn't get too confident if I were you." The Saiyan Prince started. "Nappa might look like your average brute, but he's been named Commander-in-Chief of the Saiyan Army. That makes him one of the strongest mid-class warriors of the entire Saiyan race."
"Oh? Only mid-class?" Amond crossed his arms. "Well, I guess that should do for a warm up if nothing else."
Nappa clenched his fists, anger swelling once more. Before his rage blinded him, Prince Vegeta raised one hand up effectively restraining the brutish Saiyan for at least a few moments.
"Let's stop with this useless chit-chat, I'm wasting precious time after all."
Amond smiled, showing off his white teeth. "For once we agree one something, prince."
A few days prior...
"Tora..." Bardock felt his eyes shake. His best friend stood before him, against all logic and reason.
He should've died two years ago, hell he died right in Bardock's arms! Yet now he stood before him perfectly fine like it never happened to begin with!
How could such a thing be possible?
"Come on now Bardock! You're losing focus." Tora said with a half smile. "Didn't you come here to do something important?"
Bardock flinched, staggered by the statement that now raised a batch of new questions as he reminded himself why we was here in the first place.
"There's a traitor that caused the destruction of my camp back there." Bardock answered his old friend, still coming to terms with the fact that Tora stood before him. "You didn't happen to see anyone recently have you Tora?"
"Nope, besides you of course." Tora replied with a shrug. "Can't say I've seen this Saiyan traitor of yours."
Bardock frowned. "How do you know the traitor is a Saiyan?" He asked, crossing his arms.
"Ah, well why else would you rush to me before realizing who I was?"
"You could've been a survivor."
Tora scratched the back of his head as he placed his free hand on his waist. "That's true." He said with a laugh, gazing at the ground. "Man, you still catch onto details like that huh? I'm impressed."
Flag after flag raised in Bardock's mind. Yes, the man standing before him by all appearances is Tora yet Bardock kept catching differences in his actions and speech than what he remembered.
Which could only mean...
"Are you really Tora?"
Tora froze for a moment. He lowered his arms, smiling as he turned his gaze back to his friend.
"What are you talking about? Who else do I look like?"
"Appearances can be deceiving." Bardock replied, lowering his arms. "Now tell me, are you really Tora?"
The latter let out a laugh, followed by a series of short laughs.
"Well, that's not a bad question Bardock." He said, grinning his teeth at the Saiyan. "The right question you should be asking is: Am I the traitor?"
Bardock's eyes widened at the sudden realization. In that moment, Tora threw an energy ball at the space between himself and Bardock.
Smoke and dirt threw upward, partly catching the offguard Saiyan as he quickly backed up. Bardock cursed, throwing an energy wave into the dust cloud before him.
It hit nothing, as the Saiyan expected, but it did clear most of the dust away.
"Not a bad move, but you're a little slow." A new, yet familiar voice called out. Bardock spun around, coming nearly face to face with yet another dead friend.
"Shugesh!" He yelled, instantly recognizing the fat, mushroom hair styled Saiyan.
"That's the name, don't wear it out." He said with a laugh, placing his hands on his waist. "You know Bardock, I'm surprised! You going soft on me?"
"Shuttup!" Bardock rushed forward, throwing an uppercut at the Saiya-no, the impostor.
Shugesh leaned back, smirking as he dodged the blow. "What? No 'hello how are you'?"
"Why should I ask an impostor?"
Shugesh chuckled in response. "Alright Bardock, if that's how you wanna play it."
The impostor rushed forward, far faster than the real Shugesh. Bardock flinched for a second, caught off guard. Shugesh slammed his knee into Bardock's chest, staggering the Saiyan backwards.
The impostor's stronger than the real Shugesh as well. Bardock guarded against a second attack aimed at his face, pushed the impostor off the countered with a right hook.
The hit contented, but did little other than push the fat man back two steps. The impostor spat, then slowly turned his head.
"Not bad, not bad at all! Guess you only had a little rust on yea is all Bardock!" Shugesh laughed, closing his eyes.
"Stop playing with me!" Bardock yelled, throwing an energy ball at the impostor. The latter simply held his ground, continuing to laugh as he ignored the incoming attack.
The ball hit, creating enough dust to hide the impostor once more. Bardock frowned, feeling the shift in the air behind him.
"So who are you this time?" He asked, slightly tilting his head.
He felt the presence drift closer to his shoulder. A warmth so familiar yet so off drifted toward his ear.
"Someone who once loved you..." Another all two familiar familiar voice whispered.
Bardock swung his fist around, glaring at the appearance of another imitation: Fasha.
"So like you Bardock." Fasha said with a smirk. "Always one to blow away those that get too close...Except for her I guess."
Bardock flashed his teeth in anger. This is going too far.
"Leave Gine out of this!" He roared, storming forward at an alarming speed. He threw a fist forward, yet instead of getting caught by the small, gloved hand it was nearly enveloped by a large, grayer fist.
Bardock blinked, in a matter of a moment the figure of Fasha was replaced for another scar faced Saiyan from his past.
"Borgos?"
The large Saiyan pressed down on Bardock's fist, the latter's eye twitching from the slight pain in his fist.
"No mercy." The bulky, usually silent Borgos said. "Even for our friends. So our style Bardock."
He pulled Bardock forward, smashing the Saiyan's forehead against his own. Now releasing Bardock's fist, Borgos smashed a left hook into the Saiyan's lower jaw.
As Bardock staggered, the impostor launched an point blank energy wave into the forward's chest.
Knocked back by the blow, Bardock once again noted how much more powerful these impostors are to the real deal.
Borgos kicked the Saiyan, sending his "friend" flying for a few feet before the latter spun himself to ground back now facing the cliff edge.
Bardock glance at Borgos, only he wasn't Borgos anymore.
He returned to being Tora.
"You're failing them again, Bardock." Tora said, holding one hand out to his side, blue energy charging in his open palm. "Letting them all die as you mess around here."
"What are you talking about?"
Tora closed his eyes, smirking. "Didn't you already catch on that this is all a ploy to keep you distracted?"
Bardock's eyes widened in union with a massive chain of explosions rising off in the distance.
The Saiyan spun around. The explosions covered the far end of the massive Dodo city before him, yet large enough to nearly cover the entire sky line. Bardock clenched his fists, no doubt in his mind that the targets of these explosions are his men and the local Tomakachi warriors.
That was their aim all along.
To keep him bogged down while they carried out massive damage to his legion and for extra measure they disabled their HQ so there was no way they could react in time should anyone even gain a hint of what was to come.
How could he have been so blind?
"And that would be my que to leave." Tora extended his hand, firing the energy in his hand towards the distracted Saiyan.
With a smirk, he fired an energy wave toward his opponent only now starting to around once more.
Nappa smiled, fully displaying his teeth as he cracked his knuckles. Amond returned the Saiyan's smile, slowly rolling his neck.
The rest of their respected companions moved to different locations as each one didn't wish to step on each other as they fought.
Only these two remained under the Tree of Might. Each eager to pond the other into the ground.
"If you have any last words," Amond spoke, moving on to rolling his hands. "Best get them out of the way now."
"Keep talking crap big guy!" Nappa replied, settling into his fighting pose. "It'll give me more of a reason to shut you up!"
"Ha, is that right?" Amond smirked as he spread his feet out. "I'll be sure to engrave that on your tomb stone!"
Amond pushed off from the dirt beneath him at a speed that surprised his Saiyan opponent. Nappa narrowly avoided a jab at his face, then took a knee to the gut.
"What's wrong?" Amond said with a sneer. "I thought you're gonna teach me a lesson?"
Nappa clinched his teeth, smashing his head into his opponent's nose. The latter staggered back, hand reaching up to his face when Nappa kicked him in the chest.
Amond flew for a few feet before regaining himself.
"More where that came from!" Nappa yelled, launching off to start his own attack.
Amond held his ground, putting up his guard as the Saiyan rushed full speed at him. Nappa threw a right punch, then a left, a kick aimed at the waist, then another right hook. Each blow firmly blocked by Amond, all while the man held a smile on his face.
This is only the start however as Nappa began a series of punched and kicks all aimed at "soft" or unguarded spots. While the large humanoid blocked or parried each attack with ease, the brute's growing speed started to concern Amond if only a little.
Nappa grinned, catching on to the hints Amond's face portrayed or more likely plain enjoying himself.
This pattern continued for the next few minutes as the pair slowly lifted off the ground and into the air.
Once he realized that his methods were going nowhere fast, Nappa finally backed off.
"Here I thought you'd never run out of steam." Amond said, wiping sweat off his chin. "What's wrong? Feeling tired or did that brain of yours come up with something cleaver for once?"
"Oh I got your 'cleaver' right here..." Nappa muttered, gathering his energy into his right hand. He whirled his body back, holding his right hand up to his head as it charged with white energy. This is one of his signature moves: Bomber DX.
"Eat this!" Nappa yelled, throwing his arm forward unleashing the white energy bomb.
"Guess we can move on to the fancy moves huh?" Amond replied, spreading his feet out as he prepared to guard against the blast.
Nappa's attack reached the big brute in a manner of moments, exploding in a brilliant flash of white light.
"Impressive! I think you managed to burn a few arm hairs off!" Amond said, chuckling as he lowered his arms.
Nappa let out a tisk. "So you want some more huh?"
"Sure, but first it's my turn."
Amond suddenly threw himself around, spinning in place so fast that few could even make out any part of him.
Shortly after he started, Amond launched a signature attack of his own; a buzz saw like energy disk make of orange energy.
Nappa cured, quickly bending back to avoid the energy blade. He felt the disk skim a mere inch or less off his head as he managed to avoid the attack all together.
Amond stopped spinning at that moment, somewhat disappointed his attack didn't connect.
"Damn it! That was a close one." Nappa yelled, standing straight up once more. "I felt that thing brush up right by!"
Amond blinked a few times before bursting out in a fit of laughter, he pointed one finger at his opponent while holding onto his gut with the other hand.
Nappa looked at his opponent in confusion for a moment, then anger as he realize Amond was laughing at him.
"What's so funny?!" He yelled, raising a fist up in the air.
Amond continued to laugh for the next few moments, ignoring the threats and comments Nappa loudly shouted in the meantime.
The second-in command of the Crusher Corps took two deep breaths, giggling as he forced himself to calm down. Once settled, he gazed at Nappa once more.
"Nice hair cut." He said, whipping tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
Nappa raised his eyebrow. He raised a hand to the top of his head, eye widening once he realized what the red-haired humanoid meant.
He grasped open air, taking a few wasteful moments to confirm what he feared.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY HAIR?!" Nappa shouted.
"Hey don't blame me big guy!" Amond replied. "It's not like I'm the reason why you're so slow. Besides, I say this is an improvement! You look way better bald!"
Nappa's face grew red with pure rage. His beautiful figure, ruined. All thanks to this trash.
Nappa knew he is around the age where Saiyan hair (which doesn't change from the day they are born) wouldn't grow back no matter what he tried.
Vain pulsed from the Saiyan's forehead and across his body, a testament to the boiling wrath swelling within him.
"I'll kill you, bastard!"
Nappa opened his mouth as wide as he physically could, bringing his jaw to the brink of dislocation every time he used this attack.
Out of all the unique attacks the Saiyan warrior had invented over the years, this is his most powerful attack.
Break Cannon, an massive yellow energy wave fired from his mouth similar to the energy waves Great Apes use.
Lightning like energy rippled across his body as he charged up the attack, gathering most of his energy into this one attack.
Once he gathered the necessary power, Nappa unleashed his Break Cannon with all his built up fury.
Amond smiled, expecting to take this attack head on like the last with ease. Once he got a good look at the concentrated energy however, did the humanoid realize his folly.
Without any time to dodge, Amond quickly raised his power to max while settling into a guard position. The attack hit harder than anything Nappa sent his way before, Amond struggled to keep his place in the air as he rode out the blast.
After a few long minutes, Nappa closed his mouth ending the attack. He pulled a hand to his jaw, messaging it. As much as the stiffness annoyed him, Nappa was confident that his attack did a number on his foe.
He moved his eyes to Amond, shocked that his final attack did so little against him.
"Not bad! Not bad at all!" Amond let out a laugh. He glanced at his trembling hands, still numb at the force of his opponent's last attack. "I actually had to power up for that one!"
"No way!" Nappa shouted, throwing his hand to the side. "That's impossible! How could you survive that!?"
"Hehe, it's all thanks to the Tree of Might." Amond answered, smirking so wide he showed his teeth. "It granted us powers far beyond our imagination."
"Now, you'll witness for yourself the might bestowed upon us by the gods themselves."
Turles couldn't see for a few moments after the impact. He laid flat on his stomach, twitching in pain for another blow he just couldn't see coming.
Riddic, the Super Saiyan, landed next to his fallen opponent taking a quick glance around the inner chamber of the Tree of Might.
"Gotta say, despite the whole killing a planet to grow thing this tree is impressive." He said, placing his hands on his hips. "Growing fruit that increases the power of those who eat it. Make you wonder what created such a tree in the first place."
Turles let out a grunt, slowly trying to get to his feet. Riddic, now acknowledging the Saiyan, kicked him in the side rolling him over.
Turles flinched in pain, then spat at Riddic. The spittle fell short, barely making it to the Super Saiyan's boot.
"You can eat more if you want." Riddic said, crossing his arms as he nudged towards the growing fruit dangling from the core of the tree. "That is, if you can stand."
Turles eyes widened as he doubt what he just heard.
"You're...you're serious?..."
"Don't I look serious?" Riddic bluntly replied. "I want you to be as strong as you think you can be before I crush you completely. That way you know that no matter what you do, you still can't beat me."
'This arrogant monster' Turles though with a cool smile. Slowly, he started to push himself to his feet. "Well, I'll gladly take you up on that."
He stood up, casually (with pain still echoing across his body) walked toward the nearest piece of fruit. Without the slightest hesitation, Turles grabbed the fruit and bit into it, feeling once more the rush of power flowing into his body.
'I see,' Riddic though, taking full note of Turles's increase in power. 'So each fruit doubles the strength of the one eating it.'
Turles felt invigorated by the sudden increase in power, but it wasn't enough. In quick succession, he grabbed another piece of fruit, bit into it then took another, then another and another, biting into all and absorbing the power within.
"There," Turles threw the last piece of fruit aside, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "That should be sufficient."
'It's true he increased his power dramatically.' Riddic thought. 'As he is now, he can easily take Frieza up to his third form. Impressive, but not nearly enough.'
Turles vanished from view, the Super Saiyan closed his eyes in response. He didn't need his sight to find Turles, the latter was leaking his energy everywhere.
So it is far too easy to tell where the renegade is coming from.
Riddic raised his hand, parring Turles's opening punch. The latter's start for a combo of 6 other hits, all casually brushed aside by the Super Saiyan. Once the combo ended, Riddic delivered a strong left into his opponent's chest.
Turles took a step back, throwing his arms around the affected area. He caught up spittle, nearly throwing up in the process.
"H-how can-?" He fell to his knees, breathing heavily and unable to finish his sentence.
Riddic let out a sigh. "If it's any consolation, you could've defeated Frieza with your current power. As long as you didn't allow him to transform past his third state anyway."
Turles remained silent, aside from the gasps for air. 'So Frieza could transform...' He thought as his body suffered through the pain.
The renegade Saiyan rose back to his feet, slowly dropping his arms as he fought through the pain. He glared at the Super Saiyan with a mix of pain, anger, and a hint of acceptance.
"Tell me, how does it feel to have your selfish dreams shatter before your very eyes?" Riddic asked, crossing his arms once more. "To have all that you worked for, all that effort thrown to the wayside?"
Turles didn't reply, he simply didn't have one or rather couldn't come up with one as he is. It took all his strength just to keep himself upright.
"You know, I hate people like you." Riddic continued, tilting his head to the side. "People who think that they can rule others through tyranny. Simply killing any in their way to gain what they desire."
"It's my job to end people like them, people like you who serve no one but themselves at the costs of innocent lives."
Turles let out a pain filled laugh. "Innocent? No one's innocent, not fully anyway." He took a deep breath before continuing. "I mean, most are so ignorant that the let tyrants, the people you sworn to destroy rule them!"
"I've seen it countless times on my travels throughout the galaxy. People don't care so much about justice and evil so long as they live as easily as possible."
"You say you're given them freedom and that maybe true for a number of races enslaved by Planet Trade, but really you gave them chaos. The entire galaxy engulfed by the flames of war! A war you started!"
Riddic closed his eyes. "War is an inevitability when it comes to change."
"Ah, so you admit it!"
"I admit nothing." Riddic reopened his eyes. "I simply act, and watch as others act in response. They could choose to follow my example or remain bound by the shackles of a corpse."
Turles placed a hand on his forehead, chuckling. "So you're someone willing to watch the galaxy tear itself apart all so you can act however you want."
Turles lowered his hand, smirking at the Super Saiyan. "If I'm right, which no doubt I am, tell me Mr. Super Saiyan: what make you any different that me?"
"I fight to for the benefit of others." Riddic bluntly answered. "I act to bring about a better future for all who called out for justice in this galaxy."
"Oh? In that cause, aren't you simply enforcing your will upon all these so called innocent lives?"
Riddic crossed his arms. "Perhaps, but it's certainly better than the current system."
Turles closed his eyes, shacking his head with a smile. "You! You're a walking contradiction."
"Maybe, but I act with the best intentions in mind." Riddic countered. "Call me a hypocrite if you want, it still doesn't change the fact that I'll defeat you here."
Turles began to laugh. "You're too much." No sooner than when these words left his mouth, Turles flashed his teeth in pure anger.
He balled his hands into his fists, raising them to his lower chest. All his pent up anger, all the frustration at the Super Saiyan before him erupted all at once.
Not only had been throw around, brushed aside like a common insect, he'd been scolded like a child. All his plans, his desires, all picked apart and thrown to the dirt before him.
That woman lied to him.
True, he gained immense power from each fruit he consumed but stronger than a Super Saiyan? No. Far from it in fact.
Maybe if he had more time...If only he could eat more pieces of fruit he could have obtained his revenge...
It didn't matter now.
None of it mattered now.
He would die here, cursing his fate. Cursing those that manipulated him to this end.
And eternally hating those that took everything from him.
"I HATE YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU STAND FOR!" Turles shouted, far louder than he ever had before.
In that moment of pure wrath, the renegade found the power he'd been looking for.
Riddic took a half step back. The events before him is completely bugling his mind.
Such a concept, considered impossible if one believed in the legend, carried on in front of his very eyes.
Something most unexpected had happened. A possibility Riddic never thought would occur.
The renegade Saiyan stood enveloped in an all to familiar golden aura. His hair standing upright in a golden yellow.
Turles had finally gained the power he desired to defeat Frieza and claim the universe as his own.
He flexed his hands, eyes shining in blue-green fury and joy.
Turles began to laugh, short and erratic at first then louder and with rhythm.
Now Turles had awoken, relishing in the legendary powers now coursing through his body.
A Super Saiyan.
The second Super Saiyan in over one thousand years.
He stood before Riddic, ready to take what he desires by force.
As he always had, and will till the day he dies.
Power Levels:
Riddic: 155,000 (Super Saiyan) 145,155,000
Turles: 335,000 (eating 1 FofTM) 670,000 (after eating several) 3.35 million
Bardock: 45,000
(won't let me do the greater than, less than symbols.)
Tora(?): less than 45,000 more than 41,000
Shuggesh(?): less than 45,000 more than 41,000
Fasha(?): less than 45,000 more than 41,000
Borgos(?): less than 45,000 more than 41,000
Nappa: 8,000 (Break Cannon) 11,000
Amond: 9,100 (Full Power) 18,400
And here marks the end of this entry!
Wow, what an ending huh? The arrival of a second Super Saiyan!
Such an event had never happened in the recorded history of the Saiyan race, now takes center stage before Riddic!
I felt this sort of event to happen sooner or later as a way to open our favorite silver-haired Saiyan eyes. To further reveal that what he considers impossible is very much possible.
Also to touch on Bardock fighting his old crew, we all(hopefully) realize that the figures he's been fighting are fakes. Who is the imposter, and how does he know so much about Bardock's past?
Well I'll give you a hint on the first bit: it's a character already introduced earlier.
Also gotta laugh at the little scene where Nappa is made bald. Cannon wise, his hair probably fell out with age but here it got cut off by an energy disk as Nappa tried to dodge Matrix style.
He does look better bald though, least that's my opinion.
Ah almost forgot, we officially passed the 10,000 view mark so I can make this joke now.
ITSSSSSSSS OVVVVVVVVVVERRRRRRRRRRRR 9999990000000000000000000000!
Ah, that felt good haha.
Anyway, thank you everyone for taking interest in my story! Look forward to more as time goes by!
The meeting between two underground figures is underway, Sub Zero seeks something from Surge while the latter plans to eliminate the competition! Will everything go as planed?
Faced with friends from his past, how will Bardock manage to overcome this shape shifting foe? Will he have time to reach the others on Plant B25 afterword?
And finally, how will our silver-haired Saiyan handle a fellow Super Saiyan? Find out next time on Double S!