Gora didn't look like he was in a talkative mood at all after his transformation. Having buffed up considerably the giant just took off in a mindless dash toward Chayote. At least he retained enough brainpower to have dropped his weaponry, charging at his opponent with bare hands. Despite yelling loud from the bottom of his chest, Gora didn't run out of breath before he reached a dangerous distance from Chayote.
His muscles churned with tension as his arms wrapped around her in a bearhug. He tilted the Saiyan off the ground and continued to roar in an attempt to intimidate her as he locked his arms behind the Saiyan with great ease and squeezed, employing all the strength he could muster.
"Is that all you've got?" Chayote looked the crazed demon in the eye while still in his grasp. "Aren't you supposed to be the powerhouse of your breed?"
"Crush you!" Gora bellowed as if his own madness and overflowing power pained him. He took off the ground and directed his opponent downward. A few worried gasps came from the human side of the ring but Chayote couldn't identify Goku's alongside them. She wished that she took him for a Saiyan ruthless enough to not care about her well-being or to feel jealous of battle damage she was about to sustain, aiding her evolution as a warrior.
With a thunderous smash, Gora planted with a slam of his belly aimed down and Chayote still clutched in his grasp.
It would have been vain of Chayote to say that she didn't feel that. More importantly, it would have been a lie. Her head smashed against the tiles that cracked and ground to dust instantly, dirt disappeared underneath her and her demonic opponent as if it was soufflé suffering a sizable bite by someone with quite the sweet tooth.
Air rushed into Chayote's nose when Gora stood up, there was none of his demonic mass pressing against her. A rough lock against her heels suggested that the demon was not yet done with her, Gora roared out as he pulled Chayote by her ankles and swung her about, slamming her against the arena floor multiple more times.
"F-Fight back!" Krillin's voice reached Chayote. "Why isn't she fighting back?" he turned to Goku. "Is the enemy that powerful!?"
"Calm down, Krillin." Tenshinhan cut his friend's panic attack short. "Don't see this battle with your eyes, feel it by following the Ki of the combatants."
"Chayote is bleeding hers… If she doesn't take this fight more seriously, she'll waste the advantage in power she has by losing too much Ki." Chi-Chi noted.
"No. It's just like Chayote to get pummeled on purpose. That's what's so annoying about her. Apparently, us Saiyans get stronger after tough battles so Chayote just lets easy battles turn tough for her. And here we are breaking our backs training…" Goku snickered as if his friend wasn't being manhandled on the stage.
"Tough talk from a pile of trash…" Gora declared with an augmented voice. "Get outta my sight!" he grunted out while tossing Chayote aside. It was only then that Chayote finally flexed her muscles and stopped herself in mid-air. She did so only to be greeted by a bright ray of light as Gora's mouth-blast caught her by surprise, enveloping her in its gleam and world-ending might.
"Well… At least that power-up you've received helped make your hits useful. Make no mistake though, demon, this here isn't a fight, it's your punishment." Chayote's voice froze Gora in his tracks as he had intended his mouth blast to have utterly eliminated her, whereas the more the smoke had cleared, the more evident it became that he failed to even dirty up her clothes.
A crack seemed to split everyone's heads into two by the violent challenge to the integrity of one's auditory perception. A loathsome sensation of hatred towards the obnoxious noise that made one feel uneasy from the very bottom of one's gut took hold of the stage as Chayote's boot ended up imbedded into Gora's face. The poor brute just twitched his arms while they reached to each of his sides, his face caved in by the boot meeting his infernal grimace.
It took a while for the aftermath of Chayote's hit to register with the earthly laws of physics and send Gora rolling back like a ragdoll. Before her dazed opponent could fly off the stage, Chayote dashed in behind him and threw a rear horse kick that connected straight to Gora's spine, sending him off into the atmosphere. Chayote raised up her hand and grabbed her wrist with the other one, aiming with the tips of her fingers while minute Ki blasts gleamed just an inch past the ends of her fingernails.
One of the Ki blasts lit ablaze, another one became pale with a shine of blue, yet another one shined with an emerald glow while one remained in its unchanged golden state but began shimmering with a spiky aura at its edges and the last one became transparent but emitted an intense hum while it stood around waiting to be used.
"Jelly-Beam!" Chayote chanted out when the Ki blasts homed in on her plummeting deadweight of an opponent. Upon detonation, the blue and pail beam left a layer of ice covering more than half of Gora's body, the sparky, golden beam cracked against his gut and made the airborne demonic titan twitch as if he was being shocked, the burning one transferred all of its heat upon the enemy setting him ablaze while the last one detonated the whole bunch together in a crowning explosion.
"I guess Chayote managed to master transforming her Ki into various elements too. I see, if she can go Hot-Red like the rest of us, it's no wonder she's been slacking off so far!" Krillin laughed out filled to the brink with overconfidence that he will not even need to see the arena at this pace.
"So that's why she asked me to teach her the Dodonpa, she adapted the basic principles on one of her Jelly-Beams…" Tenshinhan muttered, reaching for his chin with his hand as he pondered the technique he had just witnessed. A genius of martial arts such as him with the supernatural ability to understand, copy and master techniques he saw only once without a doubt saw value in witnessing new and exciting techniques his peers have come up with during their training.
Chayote's eyes remained laser-focused on her plummeting opponent, covered with patches of burns, his clothes singed off and nothing but airborne strands existing of his Viking hat. Some of the demon's flesh got peeled off when it was frozen and the violent force of the blast ripped it off of him in that state. Gora's frame took off a neat half a meter after hitting the arena from up there and turned over on his side.
"Don't you play possum, or else I'll kill you right now." Chayote growled at the demon, fully aware of the supernatural toughness of such a being, one that would have blown even the toughest humans out of the water. A human might not have survived Gora's wounds but the demon still had a bit less than half of his Ki simmering inside of him.
"You're… Strong…" Gora barely managed to muster it out while standing up. He failed to stand twice before succeeding as well. Once his arm that he used to push his body off the ground gave in, next he just face-planted the moment he got back up. The third time was the charm.
"Is that all the ingenious input you have to share?" Chayote bent her head to the side. "A useless creature with half a wit, defined by its strength and found lacking in its most proud quality as well. Even as demon filth, you disgust me."
"Sheesh, Chayote's really being mean to that demon-guy, how did you survive training with her?" Krillin turned to Yamcha.
"This is the first time I'm seeing her like this," Yamcha admitted. "She must just really hate demons…"
"If I can… Hit you just one more time, reduce your strength just one more bit for Demon King Shura, that is fine. I am content serving… That much use to my Demon King." Gora pounded on his own chest with the upper side of his fist.
"Gora…" Shura muttered from the sidelines.
"For Demon King Shura! The one true Demon King!" Gora exclaimed while charging at Chayote, he only found her foot nearly snapping his head back as it connected to his jaw, stunning the demon in place as his body raced to regain consciousness after temporarily blacking out from the might of his opponent that would have made even greater demons than him tremble.
A flurry of basketball-sized craters littered Gora's body as Chayote didn't hold any of her rage back and just let her opponent have it. Gora stumbled back and stuffed his thumb into his mouth, blowing on it hard enough to make the blood leaking from his cracked forehead squirt for a second. The blow was sufficient to fix the indentures to his chest cavity and gut that Chayote had left.
"Shura…" Gora mumbled, his consciousness floating somewhere in between being alive and dead. "Demon King Shura is the strongest… I will not let mere humans gain an advantage on the demons under King Shura's rule!"
The lumbering giant threw his arms up, expelling a supermassive quantity of his Ki outward in an awesome display of perseverance and might as he had created an explosive wave to swallow up the entire fighting stage. The human spectators found themselves unwillingly crouching behind the demon folk on the sidelines while even the martial artists of the Dragon Team clutched themselves and hunkered down to the best of their abilities to withstand the tremendous pressure of Gora's erupting Ki.
"Dammit…" Krillin's voice shook. "This Ki is crazy… He still had this much power while lingering on unconsciousness."
"Just a mere grunt is giving Chayote this much of a fight, huh?" Yamcha grit his teeth as sweat began making itself apparent on the martial artist's forehead. "I guess we're going to be in for our lives against even the mere henchmen of the Demon King…"
"If Demon King Piccolo had the Dead Zone working to amp him up, he'd have taken Earth in a blink of an eye…" Tenshinhan grit his teeth.
"Piccolo?" Garlick Jr. threw a mean smile in the way of the three-eyed warrior. "That shitstain is nothing but a fart of a usurper of my father's rightful throne as Kami! Even if the Demon Race lingered on extinction, I wouldn't blink once if it meant helping him and would much rather see us go extinct than aid that… Thing!"
A spiteful stare launched bloodstained arrows at the direction of Garlick Jr. from Piccolo Jr.'s side. For a moment there it seemed as if Piccolo Jr's beady irises had turned red, then went blanker in blind fury until they became pink and then faded out entirely. It was safe to assume that while Demon King Shura aligned the various demon tribes underneath his name, they were still lightyears from getting along.
"His reincarnation is our best hope at winning this tournament, Garlick Jr." Demon King Shura warned his fellow commander of demonic henchmen.
"Hmph… What's a reincarnation of the evil essence of a filthy cheater worth? I'd rather lose than let the legacy of the demon race be stained with the history of such a vile thing being the reason we won." Garlick Jr. showed that there was no love being lost between him and Piccolo's spawn either.
"That wasn't a bad attack." Chayote dragged her knuckle across her face, her eyes gleamed with ecstasy when she saw a slight glint of red soaking her sleeve. If this grunt managed to wound her, that meant that she'd grow even stronger after murdering him and plowing through the rest. They were worthy opponents to destroy if she was to grow even stronger and start picking off Lord Slug's crew eventually.
"She's barely harmed at all!" Chiaotzu yelled out, pointing both of his index fingers at the female Saiyan.
"I guess the enemy had lost too much Ki in the previous beatdown to make a significant impact…" Tenshinhan wiped the sweat off his own face with his wristband.
Gola panted, his entire upper body appeared to be dragging the big guy down for a nap. While his red eyes appeared still fixed on his hated enemy, even his eyelids began squinting downward, enacting their mighty weight as if attempting to put this beast of rage and unrelenting force down for a slumber since he put out far more power than he should have been capable of naturally.
With an incomprehensible yell, Chayote dashed off at Gora. Her eyes just as blinded with fury and seeing just as much red as her roided out demonic opponent. Arms stretched behind her back and looking to tear the demonic brute up limb from limb. Lightning ran down Gora's body while two scimitars manifested in both of his hands once the lightning cleared out. A form of demonic materialization.
"Demonic Slicer!" Gora roared out, throwing his swords around as if he was looking to fillet the Saiyan lunging at him.
Streaks of red opened up around Chayote's wrists and her sleeves tore off, sliced up into ribbons while blood streaked from the numerous shallow cuts opened on her body from Gora's surprise attack. Goku grunted in shock, Tenshinhan and Krillin placed one foot on the edge of the ring while the announcer ran up to the demolished patch of dirt that the fighting ring was at that moment waving his arms around.
"Contestant Gora is eliminated! Weapons are forbidden in the Tournament of Doom, just like they are in the World Martial Arts Tournament!" the announcer yelled out into his microphone while demonlings began raising a ruckus and threatening to tear the poor man apart and share him for a brief brunch alongside one another.
"Gora… Why?" King Shura looked at his beaten and broken subject with pity. "Why would you bring me shame this way?"
"Forgive me, my Demon King. It isn't you... I wanted to bring dishonor to... I did so b-because… If I can spill just one drop of blood… From this human… If I can weaken her up just… Just a little bit… Then I have served my use to you… Strength in the Demon Realm is everything… I… Here… Now… I am weak…" tears began running down the cheeks of the lumbering titan, "But if I can serve some use… Dishonoring myself is fine. I don't… Dishonor you… Demon King Shura. I choose dishonor over… Being of no use."
"You shit-drip! You think you'll escape me by just getting yourself disqualified?" Chayote growled, having regained her senses after letting her rage blind her for a moment and receiving grates of blood-red as a punishment for that lapse in judgment. "Screw this tournament and the rules, you're not getting away this easy!"
Chayote threw her hand back and leaned in for a charge. The Dragon Team had seen Lima Spear enough times to realize when it was coming and none of them doubted for a second that Gora would have been reduced to ash if he took it at his current state.
"Contestant Chayote, you'll be disqualified if you kill contestant Gora, even if he has lost the match!" the announcer warned but Chayote wasn't hearing him anymore, all she was seeing was dreams of Gora's remains showering her and the warmth of it, even if it wasn't real, made her wish it was real.
"Dead Zone!" Garlick Jr. thrust his hands out, the rift above his head opened like the jaws of heavens themselves though the place that waited behind the nightmarish gate was less than heavenly and gracious. A stream of pressurized air hit Chayote and pressed her to the ground like a force of gravity intensified hundredfold and focused on a singular location, localized just around her.
The jaws of the Dead Zone looked hungry as they howled and emanated wine-red from beyond the point of no return right past its entryway and right now only one enraged Saiyan was the target that could have nourished the Zone's hunger. Like a scoop of noodle, the stream of air with Chayote alongside it swooped up and through the Dead Zone with the rift narrowing back to its earlier, cracked state.
"What did you do!?" Goku yelled out, pointing a finger at Garlick Jr.
"She was about to kill Gora, wasn't she? That's against the rules, as fair announcer-man has so not-too-eloquently stated. I was just acting in defense of my kind, protecting a trusted guard of the Demon King who has chosen to submit the match by getting himself disqualified." Garlick Jr. chuckled into his palm.
"You… You planned this all along, didn't you?" Tenshinhan accused the turquoise dwarf.
"I don't know what you're talking about here. I didn't use the Dead Zone during the match, did I? That's because the match was going along nicely, all by the rules. I only responded with an unlawful act as an answer to an attempt to kill my powerless demonic compatriot." Garlick Jr. shrugged, playing it off as indifference. "Don't worry, the Dead Zone isn't quite as deadly as its name suggests. Your friend will just float through pitch darkness inside a limitless, black void forever. Or until I deem it right to release her, as I've said, the Dead Zone is my father's creation and therefore under my complete control."
"So your old man made a black void to trap people in as his project to become Kami? No wonder why Kami was chosen for the position instead of him…" Krillin shook his fist at the despicable dwarf.
"I don't think I will bother sending you to the Dead Zone, shrimp, I'll just pop you like the annoying pimple that you are!" Garlick Jr. hissed at the grievous insult of his father's legacy.
"Well… I suppose that what contestant Garlic Jr. says makes some sense. Clearly, both contestants have broken the rules and are therefore eliminated. As long as contestant Garlic Jr. promises to release contestant Chayote after the tournament, once her behavior is no longer a threat to the tournament, I'll allow the Tournament of Doom to continue." The announcer raised his arm.
"Just whose side is this guy on?" Yamcha grit his teeth while clenching his fist in irritation.
"Nobody's, I believe that's the point." Tenshinhan sighed.
"If only Chayote listened to us… Now our strongest fighter is out and she's only eliminated one of the enemies." Chiaotzu whimpered floating beside Tenshinhan.
"Those conniving demons! I wanna teach them a lesson!" Krillin stretched out and spun his arm around the joint by its shoulder. "Let me at 'em!"
"That's the spirit!" Goku nodded. "Just don't let your anger get the better of you as Chayote did."
"My Demon King, let me defend your honor in the Tournament of Doom now." Mera turned to King Shura.
"I'd rather keep my trusty guards by my side…" Demon King Shura declined that offer.
"What's wrong with you? You're the King of all Demons!" Piccolo Jr. scolded Shura. "Every pathetic weakling around us is your guard. We've little to no use for weaklings like Mera so let her thin the heard of those rabbit-turds the humans are throwing at us."
"That's right, I suppose I do still have you, don't I?" Shura nodded in agreement before nodding at Mera as well. "Very well, defend the honor of your Demon King then and win the Demon Race dominion over this world then!"
Mera pressed her left hand over her right breast and bowed her upper body, the sword by her side discharged into a jolt of lightning as the demonic beauty took the stage to carve the legacy of her race into the fabric of history with her own two hands.