A fusillade of explosions littered Central City. Seemingly randomly scattered skyscrapers crumbled down to the ground while a mean and brawly bunch with bad intentions marched across the main street of the town. A few of them had been dressed with their civilian get-ups, while less than half of them still found some combination of their Saiyan armor to wear.
Police hovercars tried forming a line in the path of the marching Saiyans to cut them off of their goal–the King's Castle that loomed on the horizon. With a smug grin, a short, broad-shouldered, and plump Saiyan with a balding head and only a widow's peak stretching from the center of his scalp to the forehead for hair raised his palm and fired a Ki wave. The shining beam of energy burst through the line of hovercars and hurled across to blow up on the other side.
"Let's go to battle, guys!" the short plumpy pumped his fist, encouraging the Saiyans behind him to march onward. A handful of them pumped themselves up by smacking their cheeks or stretching out as their bodies hadn't seen battle in a while.
A tall and slim Saiyan with two chipped front teeth sticking out over his wrinkled and dried-out lower lip found a woman dressed for yoga cowering in the alleyway behind a bundle of trash containers. The grunt kicked those aside like they weighed as much as a cardboard box and punched his open palm while his lips formed a twisted smile. He thought he was going to enjoy this, but the only thing he enjoyed was a kick to the face that blasted him halfway through the nearby building and left him stuck in the wall of a stall with only his twitching feet sticking out.
"Thank you…" the woman crawled closer to her savior. She let the sharp suit and the briefcase fool her, thinking that this was some Earthling superhero in disguise, but when she saw the spiky black hair and a waggling tail, the woman's gaze scanned the man more attentively. When the full visage of his rough features socked her face, the woman screamed out and began crawling away from yet another Saiyan to find her.
"Go find somewhere to hide. This here's a full-blooded Saiyan battle, so it's gonna get messy, Earthling lady," the sharply dressed Saiyan warned the woman while ripping his tie out and taking it to the skies. Similarly, to this heroic bruiser, dozens of other Saiyans took flight from all around the city and assembled in the skies.
A tall Saiyan with the messiest black hair out of the bunch yelled out to gain the other group's attention, pointing at the short and plump Saiyan with his index finger.
"Onio, you bastard! What are you up to? You're gonna get all of us in trouble with this stunt!" the sharply dressed Saiyan in the front of the similarly dressed group snarled.
"What does it look like, guys? We're obliterating every trace of human scum in sight! We've tried this whole co-existing stunt and it just won't work, so we're taking this planet over as the next Planet Vegeta! Or maybe… We'll go out into space and find the next Planet Vegeta and keep this one as our resort planet. It's just recently been restored to its full natural splendor so it'll be perfect for that!" the Saiyan called Onio laughed out while pressing his fists to his sides.
The bundle of bloodthirsty Saiyans behind him all cheered with aggressive growls and various battle cries while the flying Saiyan troupe scanned the burning city, still unable to believe that these rebels to the king's orders would stoop this low. Even if warfare was the traditional Saiyan way, there was no glory in crushing the Earthlings, since they offered absolutely no resistance.
"You're a madman, Onio. King Vegeta will have your head for this if Kakarot or the Legendary Super Saiyan won't get to you first…" a Saiyan amongst the flying group called the rebellious Saiyan out.
"Heh, we've thought that through, of course…" Onio tapped his temple with his index finger. He spoke with a wide grin across his face, despite the early signs of destruction all over the surrounding districts of Central City. "Not even the king or the Legendary Super Saiyan could stop the entire Saiyan race. Did you forget the legend of the original Super Saiyan? He too sought to stop Saiyans from being violent, but the loser ran out of energy and kicked the bucket. Even the fabled Super Saiyan God failed to stop the glorious need for wanton Saiyan destruction! The Saiyan need for battle survives even the barriers of a Super Saiyan and the Super Saiyan God!"
"What about you, Zorn?" a woman with a full-body crimson bodysuit and simplistic white chest armor leaned over Onio's shoulders and wrapped her arms around Onio's meaty neck. "You're breaking the king's orders by picking a fight with us and flying around the city too, aren't you? You were planning something too, weren't you? You guys are all just as sick of this Earthling life as all of us, aren't you? Why else would all of you have gathered together so quickly?"
"Stay silent, Honey," Zorn objected to the woman's teasing. "Don't compare us to Onio's group! It's true that we've disobeyed king Vegeta's orders, but we have done so not to go rogue but to serve a new queen–the Legendary Super Saiyan."
"Eh?" Honey tilted her sunglasses, exposing her real eyes for a second as she thought she didn't get what the second group of rebels said. "The Legendary Super Saiyan? But she acts like she's just an ordinary Earthling woman? She's all settled down and living the Earthling life…"
"You're wrong!" Zorn objected by interrupting the woman. "The Legendary Super Saiyan lives the traditional Saiyan way–she lives a soldier's life. What she does during the times of peace is none of our business, but she toughens her body nonstop and behaves like a true Saiyan warrior. She even manages her own troupe of soldiers. We'll show our support for her rule by replacing her miserable lot of Earthling troops with our loyal service!"
Onio barked out a strong and healthy peal of laughter and was just about to say something when a blue sky beam smashed into the ground, sending shock waves and electric ripples across the location it shimmered in. When the beam cleared out, a very grumpy-looking Saiyan, slim yet incredibly well-built, black and spiking upward hair with a prominent widow's peak. Onio shivered when the Saiyan's stern eyes penetrated him whole with a single look.
"You lousy fuckups!" Vegeta clenched his fist and burst with a crystal-clear aura as his wrath unfurled at once around him. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing here?"
"Vegeta…" Onio sneered at the descended monarch while the surrounding barbarians began slowly backing up, showing that their bark was worse than their bite. Whether it was because of his toxic overconfidence or because he didn't see his loyal band chickening out of the conflict with their king, he held up his rebellious spirit. "So, we've finally become important enough for you to lower yourself from your big cyber star and show your face to your people instead of mingling with your Earthling broad your whole days?"
"That's King Vegeta to you…" Vegeta raised three of his fingers and pointed at Onio as his face became slathered with disgust. "And your King has ordered you to live amongst the Earthlings and co-exist alongside them. Cooler has ruined our planet, so this is the only one we've got right now. I thought even useless meatheads like you would've gotten that much."
"B-But… King Vegeta… We understand having to share Earth with the Earthlings, but… Must we really serve them food and clean their filthy buildings or fix their primitive vehicles? Saiyans are a proud warrior race, and yet you would have us kneel and serve for a living. Perhaps Frieza or his clan would've had death in mind for us, but at the very least we'd have died as warriors," Zorn pleaded with the back of his king until the disgruntled monarch turned around and focused his peeved look on the sharply dressed Saiyan with rough facial features who instantly felt his heart sink to his heels upon becoming the object of the king's attention.
"Is that so, Zorn? It's odd that you care so much about the legacy of the Saiyan race. I'd have never thought this about you. I seem to recall you serving my father longer than I've been alive for," King Vegeta's eyes squinted in a penetrative gaze. Zorn tucked his head down in between his shoulders, feeling like a trap was looping around him, and the terror shortly before it snapped shut felt unbearable to the Saiyan warrior.
"Th-That's right, my king… I've served King Vegeta the IIIrd for many years! The king handpicked me from my platoon to serve him by his side, in fact…" Zorn nodded, looking confident that this admission was going to strengthen his point.
"And yet a proud warrior with the guts to step up and disobey your ruler failed to do so when Captain Ginyu replaced my father. As Ginyu stomped and dragged our very burning and passionate Saiyan Soul across the dirt, you just stood there idly and watched. You nodded your bony, hairy head and smiled in the bastard's face as he sold us all out!" Vegeta seethed, turning his entire body to Zorn. Before the Saiyan king could do anything, however, a teal energy ball enveloped Zorn from behind. The Saiyan's shape stretched out into a haunting image of a blotched ink painting as the warrior's form utterly melted inside of the Murder Ball that hurled across the burning city in a skyward arc and detonated.
"Saiyans. This is end." a pale, large, and incredibly sinewy bare-chested man with a brown brassard and belt combination, large brown leather gloves, a long green man-skirt, and yellow boots with black tips. The warrior had a stone-cold, stern face of a meaty, rectangular jaw and hateful, amber-colored eyes. His hair had been slick and black as oil, though they went down and over his shoulders in a single pronounced braid. The man's voice had a cybernetic augmentation effect to it that wasn't entirely polished out.
"Wh… Who is this? Wh-Where did he come from? I couldn't sense him coming!" a bunch of Saiyans began freaking out and fleeing from the space in the sky that they've occupied. From the looks of it, it didn't seem like the bulky, silver-skinned man would let any of them go. That was fine because Vegeta wasn't going to just stand there and let this meathead enact judgment on his people.
The giant raised his open palms, ready to snuff out the rest of the rebellious Saiyans with a barrage Ki blast attack of blasts identical to the one that just reduced the Saiyan Zorn to ashes. Vegeta leveled his arms to his shoulders. Solid heat pulsed through his muscles, forming a shimmering pair of ethereal fireballs of solid light in each hand. The Saiyan king pumped his hands, expelling dozens of Ki blasts that intercepted and detonated each of the Android's Murder Balls and gave his people the window to scatter.
"Vegeta," the stone-faced Artificial Human turned to the peeved Saiyan warrior as Vegeta took it to the skies to level himself with his opponent.
"How many times do I need to tell fools this today, it's King Vegeta!" Vegeta pointed to himself with his thumb, igniting his Super Saiyan transformation in a blink.
"If I do king funeral, other Saiyans leave Earth," the Artificial Human stared Vegeta down without bothering to adopt a fighting stance. He exploded with ruthless violence all at once, rushing toward Vegeta with a crushing hammer strike, but the Saiyan monarch crossed his arms and dashed backward, gracefully avoiding each of the Android's successive attacks.
"I didn't expect there to be yet another lump of junk running around Earth. Then again, your speech is all messed up, so you must be some sort of factory reject…" the royal Super Saiyan taunted his opponent with a cocky smirk before throwing the first punch.
Vegeta's left jab connected, throwing the Artificial Human turning and stumbling back in mid-air while the Super Saiyan pressed on his offensive with a right cross. Having found his opening and opened his opponent up, the king of Saiyans picked up the power while giving up a bit of speed with his blows. The third attack was an all-out rising uppercut. The silver-skinned brute flipped up in mid-air, though he stopped spinning vertically when Vegeta slapped his right leg into his side with a stiff kick and stopped him. The king's image turned blurry, he appeared above the overwhelmed Android and began throwing punches and kicks that the Android had few countermeasures against in his hazed condition.
Just as Vegeta charged forward to grab hold of his opponent's face and crash him down to the ground, the Artificial Human's eyes shot wide open. They blazed with amber-colored fury to where Vegeta found himself unable to resist flinching when in the giant's crosshairs. The king let out a pain-ridden grunt when his much larger opponent swatted him aside with the back of his hand like some measly pest. With his opponent seeing red, the pale Android advanced with a myriad of back and front smacks, thoroughly overwhelming Vegeta with the full brunt of his physical force.
Vegeta got to taste traces of blood in his mouth as the Android's fist dug deep into his gut with a stout step-in punch. The brute had little technique but what he lacked in fighting skill he compensated for with brute power as he threw a sideways push-kick to blast Vegeta flying away like a gold-tipped comet. Red energy spheres lit up at the center of the Android's oversized hands. The ogre flung them in a rapid barrage, using a curveball pitching method that assisted the energy spheres in homing toward the airborne Saiyan king.
The fusillade of red blasts collided into a chain of detonations that all clumped up into a larger whole and thundered so loudly across the district that it burst all the buildings' windows that survived the prior little Saiyan rebellion. Vegeta emerged from the blast zone with his Super Saiyan form intact, wiping a graze on his cheek with the back of his glove.
"Alright, you cocky fool, I've actually been training for just such a brawl, though I'd hoped to use this against Kakarot or the Legendary Super Saiyan woman…" Vegeta smirked, finally moving his hand away from the graze as his Super Saiyan aura intensified with both its size and the number of gusts that it formed around him. A loud yell escaped Vegeta's tensed-up chest as the physical strain that had coursed through his body had been considerable. His aura spiked up, and the shimmering became even faster and livelier.
The light seeping from Vegeta's body became extreme enough to force even his large opponent to cover up with his hand. The sensation of being overwhelmed by exuding power made the Android's stern look shift somewhat to moderate surprise. The buildings around the pair began quaking with a few of them whose foundations had already been shaken, collapsed with a roaring rumble. A singular popping vein decorated the upper right side of Vegeta's face as his flesh began swelling up. With each pump of hyper-charged blood through his vessels, the muscle increase stayed behind, though the Saiyan king kept on pumping up and pumping still.
When the force had nowhere left to go, it escaped the Saiyan's body with erupting, golden thunderbolts that shot out widely in all directions, ultimately aiming skyward. The extreme, sparkling aura of the Saiyan king burst forth with electric shock waves that passed up and down his opponent's body upon collision and forced an uncomfortable scowl on his face. The unstable jolts of pure energy rupturing out from Vegeta's body slammed into stray buildings, blowing them away like mushrooms kicked by a capricious child. The mysterious Artificial Human began looking around as he noticed fields of golden static all around him, creating pocket bursts of energy. His gaze widened in shock at this boost of energy.
With Vegeta releasing one, final, triumphant roar, the energy he was overflowing with exploded all at once in an all-devouring flash of golden light and anyone trying to see or sense anything in that area could only perceive Vegeta's wild energy for that instance. When the violent rampage of Vegeta's aura ceased, a cloud of smoke had drowned out the upper level where the Android and Vegeta had been duking out. With the smoke clearing out, Vegeta stood at peak of his muscular tonus with his aura providing for a warming shine reflecting off of his peak condition body.
The hair of the Saiyan king had become even wilder and spikier, though their color had become brighter than the ordinary Super Saiyan golden twinge. While the color of Vegeta's hair mirrored Goku's own Perfect Super Saiyan form, the rest of his body and the hair's shape couldn't have differed any more from it. This signified the profound difference in the philosophy behind the two transformations, where Goku focused on stability and effortless sustenance of the form, Vegeta emphasized drawing out the last sip of its potential power sparing no time for the boring economy of it all.
"Well, what do you think, tin-can? You have records about the Legendary Super Saiyan and Kakarot in those iron noggins of yours, don't you? Does this form surprise you?" Vegeta finally opened his eyes to address his opponent directly.
"Son Goku and Chayote are Saiyans but humans too. They are not target. Saiyan refugees, king Vegeta–target…" the Android pointed right back at Vegeta, despite the Saiyan's impressive transformation and a grand boost in power. "All target to be eliminated…" the brute drew his arm back and blew out his chest, daring to step up to the ascended Saiyan king.
"Sorry, but you're wrong again, tin-man…" Vegeta smirked with a rich smile. "I've now ascended far beyond just my title. I am Super-Elite, King of Saiyans, Super Vegeta!"
"Target preferred name waste of space. Initiating procedure to shorten name to "corpse"," the stone-faced, braided Android clenched his fists and raised his dukes to continue his collision with the protector of the rebellious Saiyans he sought to expunge from the Earthling society.