Dragonball Z: Alter Age

by TheWriteFiction

After unwittingly getting shot up into space in his uncle's pod- Gohan is discovered and recruited by Cooler's elite, and becomes an integral member of the Armoured Squadron. Together with his new teammates, the demi-Saiyan sets out to conquer worlds, fight armies, topple demons, defeat Saiyans, and wage war against Frieza and his family. [GohanHarem] [Arc: Lord Slug Saga]

22. Lord Slug Saga - True Prodigy

Author's note: I'm still in Japan at the moment, so work is a little slow.

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Dragonball Z

Alter Age

True Prodigy

(Meanwhile)

(Across the Quadrant)

As the battle between the Seventh Naval Fleet of the Cooler Force and Lord Slug's Dark Empire continued across the valleys of the ice planet, deep inside the black citadel and command center of the rogue satellite, the leader of the demonic armies was currently locked in a state of deep contemplation. Leaning back in his golden throne with his cheek resting against the knuckles of his right hand, the robed Namekian with the scar across his eye smiled as he rolled two, tiny energy spheres between his fingers as if they were a couple of Baoding Balls. The ki spheres hummed with a light tone as they rolled against his palm, providing him a form of practical entertainment as he casually watched the hologram of the ongoing battle playing out in front of him.

With his attention fully invested in the footage being captured by the multitude of roaming spy cameras he had scattered across his world cruiser, he seemed completely oblivious to the sight of his top two scientists Kakuja and Gyoshu ordering a group of soldiers out of the room- all of whom were pushing a cart carrying a couple of eggs. While all this was going on over by the control room's side exit, the diminutive form of Frieza's son- Kuriza- could be seen sitting in a small chair alongside Lord Slug.

His tail curled up and his posture stiff and straight, the young alien prince was doing everything he could to keep himself calm as he nervously watched the projector in front of them. Initially, the boy had been more distracted by the commotion of soldiers pushing material and computers out of the room to the side of the room. However, upon seeing his uncle's elite commandoes arrive and engage the commanders of Lord Slug's military in battle, the child's focus had become squarely fixed on the hologram, while his ears picked up the sounds of battle blaring through every speaker scattered around the citadel's hall.

Upon watching the last of the armored soldiers leave, with Gyoshu following them, the hooded form of the small alien Kakuja turned and bowed towards Lord Slug. "It is done, my lord. The last of your artifacts and scientific instruments have been loaded up onto the frigate and is ready to depart."

Lord Slug nodded without even looking across at the alien. "Good. Take my ship and head to the coordinates I specified. Once this battle is over, my commanders and I shall rendezvous with you in the outer rim territories. Do not deviate from my plan in any way. Understood?"

"Yes. As you command, my lord," Kakuja replied without a stutter or whimper of any kind. Giving one last bow, the hooded alien turned and scurried out through the side door, which sealed itself shut behind him the instant he passed over the threshold.

Smirking at hearing his subordinates leave, the Namekian warlord with the hood and cloak concealing much of his body then proceeded to wait as he eyed the video feed playing before him. As he casually observed Cooler's Forces smash through his armies as more and more explosions ripped across the icy fields- with their resounding blasts being heard echoing through the walls of the citadel- Slug then stopped rolling the two energy spheres in his palm to address the alien child seated beside him.

"Come now, little prince," the Namekian spoke, drawing the fear struck Kuriza's gaze towards him as he sat there with a content expression in play. "Why so nervous? There's no need to be afraid."

Kuriza frowned as he glared back at the green warlord. "I'm not afraid."

"Hmm… the way you're reacting tells me otherwise," Slug chuckled, before glancing across at the boy with a foul smile. "This is a day of new beginnings. New life. A time of celebration. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show." He then shot the boy a wry smirk. "I wouldn't want you to miss the sight of your rescuers being slaughtered one after the other."

After shooting the man a cold look, the boy returned his gaze to the projection, where he was able to observe the flash of another explosion swallow up the screen as a group of soldiers on Cooler's side were obliterated by an artillery round going off amongst them. The spectacle of bodies being tossed into the air with the rest of the debris sent a horrid chill down Kuriza's back.

A couple more minutes passed, in which the young prince was forced to watch the hologram as Lord Slug casually rolled the pair of energy bullets around in his fingers. He even had them hover up and down above his palm a couple of times- all the while continuing to orbit one another. Then, as the Namekian called the spheres back into his grip after telekinetically circling them around his body in a flashy display of skill, a commotion on the other side of the room drew Kuriza's attention toward the big hall's entrance.

Watching as two soldiers dressed in white armor came flying across the room to crash into the hard, metal floor, Kuriza then noticed five other figures come running in after them. Fanning out around the archway in a textbook, tactical formation, the incredibly distinct and colorful members of the flamboyant Ginyu Force made their presence known.

Upon assuming flashy fighting stances, the leader of the group and captain of the squadron- Ginyu himself- took several paces forward before thrusting his hand towards the other side of the command center. "Fear not, Prince Kuriza! The legendary commandoes of Lord Frieza's elite have arrived and are here to rescue you!" The purple officer blurted out, with all the grace and subtly of a sledgehammer.

Expression brightening when he recognized the men in RIT armor gathered at the other end of the wide hall, the young Kuriza chirped, "Mr. Ginyu!" Feeling the anxiety and fear leave him, and forgetting where he was in his excitement- the child wasted no time in getting out of his chair, rushing down the stairs, and sprinting towards the squad as they watched him approach them with brave smiles.

For a few, worry free seconds, Kuriza thought he was safe.

However, the moment he crossed the halfway point of the command center of the citadel, the short, diminutive son of Frieza suddenly felt his body come to an unexpected halt mid stride. His muscles tightening as if being overridden by an unknown, malicious force, the child stared ahead of him with wide eyes as a numb, prickly feeling shot over his skin. When the Ginyu Force's smiles vanished at the sight of the boy's sudden stop, the group then watched as Kuriza's statuesque form was wordlessly yanked back by an invisible tether and dragged back toward the seat he'd been previously sitting in.

The instant his back slammed into the cushions, the child looked around him in momentary alarm before his gaze shot across to Lord Slug, whom he noticed was still lounging casually in his throne with a sickly smile in play and the two energy bullets circling luxuriously across his palm.

Juice blinked, "Huh? What in the bloody heck-?"

As if on cue, Lord Slug's deep voice broke the air with an amused laugh. "Sorry. But all hostages are to remain seated until the end of the crisis. Complimentary drinks and snacks will be provided shortly."

With the expressions of the Ginyu Force troop hardening at the warlord's off-beat attempt at pulling a funny, Burter then leaned over and whispered to their commander. "I take it that's the enemy forces' head honcho?"

"I believe you're right," Ginyu answered- his voice stern and carrying a hint of caution as he glared down the cloaked figure seated beside the clearly captive Kuriza. Rolling his shoulder as he amped himself up for a fight, the captain began marching forward, closely followed by the rest of his now defensive cohort. "You must be Lord Slug."

"I am," the Namekian answered.

Slowly making their way across the hall, Ginyu continued to press the figure with interrogative statements. "I gotta say, you managed to stir up quite a bit of trouble since you came busting into Lord Frieza's territory. Not only did you manage to piss off our illustrious emperor, but you even managed to get Lord Cooler's forces involved in your little crusade, which I have to admit is not the brightest move you could've made. You might as well have just thrown yourself into the nearest star and saved them the trouble of coming to kill you themselves."

"Oh, on the contrary… it's exactly the kind of move I wanted to make," Lord Slug interjected, cutting the purple warrior off and causing him and his crew of ragtag subordinates to stop in their tracks. "After taking a look at my minions outside and the kind of muscle they're flexing, you should have a pretty good idea of the kind of tactics I can dish out."

As a loud beeping from one of his squad's scouters rang out, Ginyu narrowed his eyes on the warlord angrily. "That remains to be seen."

The moment the trill of his scanner stopped, Jeice spoke up. "We can take this poser. His power level is nowhere near the level of those freaks we saw outside. It's only just over two thousand."

While Recoome, Burter and Guldo gave a momentary sigh of relief, the captain simply squinted at the guy situated on the throne before whispering. "No. Something doesn't feel right," he said, startling his XO. After being reminded of the absurd battle powers of the five demons outside, as well as the numbers the members of Salza's squadron were giving off, Ginyu had many reasons to suspect that the man in front of them wasn't showing his true strength. In fact, after having his scouter literally blow up in his face, the commando leader didn't want to make the same mistake of underestimating their foe. "So what exactly is this grand plan of yours? Why enrage the Cold family and risk destruction by bringing their armies to your front door? What do you hope to accomplish from that?"

Lord Slug chuckled as he casually continued to roll the energy bullets between his fingers in a stylish manner, all while keeping an eye on the hologram still playing out at the foot of the stairs. "Even if I was to explain it to you simpletons, neither of you would be able to understand the true scope and loftiness of my goals. After all, you five are just lowly servants running errands for a master who is unfit to rule." After allowing the two energy balls to telekinetically orbit his hand, the lounging Namekian scoffed. "I won't waste anymore words with you weaklings."

Taking immediate offense to this, the red-skinned Jeice grit his teeth and took a step forward. "That's big talk coming from a man who has to hide behind a child for protection." This comment was backed by nods from Recoome and Burter, whereas Ginyu remained steadfastly silent.

Stopping his energy bullets in the air above his palm, Slug shot the short fighter a look that had Jeice balk a little. When a couple seconds of tense silence passed, in which Kuriza also watched the exchange with baited breath, the warlord then glanced back down at his hand. "You five were sent here by Frieza to reclaim his son, is that correct?" After allowing that question to dangle over the group for a moment, the Namekian leader chuckled. "Very well. Why don't you come up here and get him. It should be a simple enough task for the members of his elite."

Jeice, having heard enough of this man's condescending way of speaking, then swung up his right hand and prepared to charge his Crusher Ball attack. "Oh, I'm gonna pulverize this fucker."

"Wait, Jeice," Ginyu spoke, thrusting a hand out and stopping the shorter fighter from following-through with his intent. "If you throw anything at him from this distance, you might hit Prince Kuriza or catch him in the crossfire. We have to take him up close." Seeing Jeice lower his hand and curse through his teeth, the captain then shot a glance towards the smallest member of their team. "Guldo. Hit him with a time freeze. Recoome. Burter. Stick with him."

Blinking a couple of times, the bulky warrior with orange hair steeled his jaw and nodded. "Aye, aye, sir!"

"You got it, boss." Swinging his arms about in a stylish manner and feeling the two, large hands of his compatriots grip his shoulder accents, Guldo then let out a deep breath before inhaling sharply. The moment he did and braced himself, he then thrust both hands in front of him and uttered in his head, "Time Freeze!" The instant he recited the incantation, everything within his range of view and beyond instantaneously froze in place, while simultaneously becoming saturated by a greyscale filter.

The second he, Recoome and Burter saw everything stop, including the two energy bullets revolving above Lord Slug's hand, the two largest fighters of the sqauad immediately took action and darted forward as fast as they could. Flanking the throne platform from different directions, the pair then converged on their target- with the blue warrior barking orders.

"You take the freak! I got the kid!" the Roach-seijin shouted.

"Gotcha!" the orange haired warrior answered, cranking back his fist as he dove towards the seated warlord with murderous intent blasting around him as fiercely as his pink aura.

With the stage set and so much passion and energy radiating from his massive body, Recoome was guaranteed the perfect opportunity to slug the evil villain right across his smug, frozen face. As the two closed in at virtually the same time, it looked like there was absolutely nothing stopping them.

However, just as Burter was feet away from grabbing the frozen Kuriza from his seat, the cocky warrior suddenly- out of the corner of his red eyes- saw Lord Slug's pupils suddenly move and lock onto him. The sight of the seemingly time-stopped warlord looking at him was enough to draw a frightened yelp from Burter and cause him to reel back in alarm, a split second before the two energy spheres frozen above the warmonger's palm lit up and shot towards both him and Recoome at virtually the same time.

The two energy bullets struck the alarmed pair square in the chests with such force it was almost like they were kicked by a super-powered mule, which sent the pair flying across the chamber to slam into a metal pillar and wall respectively. The second their bodies crashed into the obstacles, they then dropped to the floor.

Guldo meanwhile, who saw the whole thing, barely had enough time to widen his eyes before one of the two energy bullets Lord Slug was controlling flew at him and nailed him in the forehead- knocking him into a spin that dropped him to the floor with a hard thud. The same time he face-planted was exactly the same time his two larger teammates also hit the floor.

The instant the green alien was downed, the world once again resumed ticking as the greyscale filter was lifted, and the two energy spheres responsible for taking out the trio of attackers flew back to their owner to land in his palm. The moment he had them, the warlord began nonchalantly rolling them once more.

When he saw Ginyu and Jeice finally react to the sight of their three down compatriots, Lord Slug allowed a snort to leave his lips. "Oof. That looked like it hurt."

Jeice, jaw hanging slack as he watched the wounded Burter, Guldo and Recoome slowly struggle to their feet, then snapped his gaze to the warlord. "He… He broke out of Guldo's time stop? How?"

Chuckling even louder at the confused soldier's question, the hooded Slug cocked his head against the knuckles he was propping it against. "Mysterious… isn't it?"

Kuriza, looking between his captor and rescuers in panic, then shouted towards the superhero troop. "MR. GINYU! BE CAREFUL! THIS MAN IS INCREDIBLY STRONG AND DANGEROUS!"

Holographic scouter jumping up over his eye, the horned captain analyzed the specs surrounding the seated warlord for a couple extra seconds before his teeth clenched in frustration. "The damn thing is still reading at just over two thousand." He then jammed a finger into the ear piece and deactivated the lens. "I thought this was supposed to be an updated model."

Deciding to add a little bit of insight, the green warrior with the hood pointed with the fingers he was using to prop his head against the armrest. "You know… it's a really bad habit to rely on the numbers those things throw up for you. Especially when you're dealing with an opponent who knows how to hide their power level."

A befuddled Jeice turned to face his superior. "People can actually do that, Captain?"

The officer in charge of their operation huffed. "It appears that way."

Watching as Burter, Recoome and Guldo limped back over to where Captain Ginyu was standing, the hooded Lord Slug let out a disappointed groaning sound. "Aww… is that it? Surely you five can't be done already." He then held the hand he was holding the two energy marbles out and shrugged. "You guys really are just a bunch of weaklings. All bark but no bite."

Jeice, clenching his teeth tightly, then let out a roar as his red aura blasted around him. "D-Darn it! I've had it with this guy! Nobody disrespects the Ginyu Force!" Leaning over, he then bolted forward with a blast of wind, "Come on, Burter! Let's show this wanker what we're made of!"

"Right behind you!" The blue fighter shouted back, his own aura jumping up around him before tearing after his partner.

In a flash, the red and blue auras bolted across the throne room and towards the boss, who continued to remain where he was with a cheerful smile in play. When Jeice and Burter split, they then converged on the warrior from two sides- one from behind and the other in front. Giving out two war cries, the duo prepared to nail the boss from their respective charges.

But the moment they came within arm's reach of the tyrant, Lord Slug casually rolled one of the golden energy bullets he was holding into his thumb and index finger, and casually flicked it at the warrior in front of him. The tiny round left his finger with such force that when it hit Jeice squarely between the eyes, it not only generated the sound of a gunshot, but managed to knock the little fighter hurtling back. Not only that, but when the energy round bounced off of his forehead, he shot backwards and nailed Burter across the cheek, cocking his head to the side before flinging him across the hall to crash through one of the computer terminals.

As soon as the pair of warriors crashed painfully to the ground in the directions they were thrown, both Recoome and Guldo took action as well- with the diminutive fighter rushing forward, stopping a few feet ahead of his taller compatriot, and firing multiple laser bolts from his extra set of chameleon eyes. The beams shot towards the seated Lord Slug like a hail of glowing arrows ready to impales him, but before they could even make contact with the hooded warlord, the rounds were effortlessly batted aside by the tiny energy sphere Lord Slug had flicked telekinetically flying into their path and whacking them away.

Like a glowing bee, the tiny bullet darted between the hail of laser bolts and smashed each one away. As Guldo kept on firing, the tiny sphere rushed forward and smashed the small fighter in the chest plate, cracking it and knocking him flying past Ginyu and Recoome.

The latter, ignoring his smaller compatriot shooting past him, threw his head forward and unleashed a highly concentrated Erasa Gun from his mouth towards the throne. Like a beam, the attack followed a straight line directly towards Lord Slug and would've undoubtedly engulfed him were it not for the tiny, insect of an energy ball coming to stop directly in front of its user and expanding to form a golden wall. The result was Recoome's blast crashing into the barrier and splitting up into multiple rays that scattered across the room- sending sparks and flashes of embers flying everywhere.

While Recoome continued to feed ki into the attack, Lord Slug willed the shield he'd erected to push forward. Like a locomotive, the tin, ocular shield powered straight through the Ginyu Force member's attack, before slamming into the man's face- knocking him off his feet and flying past his captain to join his smaller compatriot on the other side of the hall.

Seeing all of his men get beaten down one after the other so effortlessly had Ginyu himself standing there gaping, with his eyes quickly snapping back towards Lord Slug after seeing Recoome tumble to a stop alongside the fallen Guldo. When the dust settled, the purple-skinned warrior clenched his fists and snarled as he watched the translucent shield the warlord had thrown return to its original, ball form, and fly back to its owner. From there, both it and the second sphere began to orbit Lord Slug's body like a pair of twin moons- setting a methodical and threatening pace around the Namekian.

The leader of the demon planet chortled in amusement. "Strike two, my friend. Care to give it one more try."

Ginyu, body trembling fearfully as he desperately tried to come up with some sort of strategy, was the hit with a lightbulb moment. Steeling himself, the man then swung both his arms out and fanned himself where he stood- causing Lord Slug to cock his right brow while Kuriza watched in an intrigued fashion.

"M-Mr. Ginyu?" The boy whispered, completely baffled by the pose the horned officer had taken.

"Try this on for size!" Ginyu shouted, before his eyes widened as he gave a scream of defiance, "CHANGE NOW!" The man's yell tore across the room about as fast as the golden flash that followed, which left his mouth in the form of a beam and shot towards his stationary target with unknown power and purpose.

Unlike the other attacks, this one managed to make its mark and momentarily envelop him. However, the second Lord Slug's body became encased in golden light, there was a secondary, brighter flash followed by the sound of a sonic boom, as the golden light swiftly vanished and Ginyu was unexpectedly knocked off his feet. The anomaly happened so fast that the leader of the attack force could barely give out a yelp of shock before he was eventually sent tumbling across the metal floor past both Recoome and Guldo.

When he eventually stopped, he ended up flat on his back and looking up at the ceiling with an utterly confused expression on his face.

"W-What… the… hell…?" the captain choked out, before a series of coughs ripped from his throat as the shaken commander tried to roll over. Gasping for air as his ribs seemed to close in on his lungs, the stunned Captain Ginyu retched a few more times as he fought back the sensation of being hit in the heart by a sledgehammer. "W-Where did… how the… why…?"

As the purple commander stuttered in confusion and his wounded, ground men looked up in astonishment, the smirking Lord Slug let out another laugh. "Fool. Did you honestly think that a simple body switch technique of that caliber could possibly do anything against me? To think you would even attempt it… I'm insulted." Shifting in his seat for the first time that hour, the hooded Namekian narrowed his eyes on the fallen members of the Ginyu Force as a murderous glint crossed his visage. "I have travelled the darkest corners of the unknown regions of this universe. I have seen worlds and conquered races the likes of which you commoners couldn't possibly comprehend. Entire civilizations have been snuffed out by my hand alone and with every system I've claimed, I've taken a piece of it along with me- whether it be an artifact of immensely powerful magic or a technique to add to my already vast arsenal of abilities."

As Ginyu, Jeice, Recoome, Burter and Guldo gazed towards the man in the throne through a mixture of pained and frustrated faces, the five of them then felt their pupils dilate in fear as they suddenly saw currents of orange lightning begin to dance across the man's body. The sound of snapping and crackling filled the cold air as the bolts of electric fury shot across the platform and began running along the floor, barely missing Kuriza before what looked like an entire wall of static tore across the chamber behind them.

The flashes of power caused the shadows on the floor to stretch over the fallen and wounded members of the Ginyu Squad, all of whom lay trembling and in awe of the lightning storm eradicating off of the seated Lord Slug. But after admiring the light show for several, tense moments, the group then felt a cold chill of horror run down their spines when they saw the shade of black that fell over the hooded man's eyes and the sickly, fang-lined grin he shot towards them.

After several more snaps of lightning tore from his cloaked body, Lord Slug allowed the two energy orbs orbiting him to dissipate as the electric currents dominated the air space around him and began frying the metal surfaces in an awesome display of unbridled rage.

"I have inherited powers beyond what any living creature has ever achieved before… and you think your half-baked, amateurish techniques can work against the likes of me? ME?! The invincible and immortal Lord Slug- the Master of the Gathering Darkness and the future ruler of this cosmos? Well… think again," the man stated, before suddenly and wordlessly throwing his free hand up and forward, which then unleashed a stream of orange lighting towards the Ginyu Force.

The bolts that erupted from his fingers branched out in an instant and struck all five members of the squad simultaneously- enveloping them in a field of divine, electric judgement. As a result, screams of agony and pain the likes of which few had ever experience ripped from the group's mouths as their bodies were sent tumbling up into the air and across the chamber. Propelled by hurricane force winds and the currents of orange energy, the group was unceremoniously slammed into five of the multiple pillars scattered across the hall and pinned to their sides, where Lord Slug proceeded to cook them with blasts of electricity.

Bodies sprawled out as if being crucified against the metal surfaces, the group continued to howl in pain as orange bolts zapped and exploded around them. It was like every single nerve ending throughout their energy body was being pressed against a frying pan, which created the sensation that their skin was being peeled off and their bones and muscles were being torn apart and put back together at high speed. It was pure torture that one could only experience from being hit with thousands upon thousands of volts of enchanted electricity.

As Kuriza watched the sight in horror, Lord Slug cackled out in amusement as he allowed the lightning to continue to spew from the fingers of his left hand. After about a minute, he then stopped the currents, but continued to keep the five Ginyu Force members pinned against their pillars with his telekinesis.

Watching them hang there and simmer for a few more seconds, the warlord then waved his left finger and ripped them from their places, before sending their bodies flying in circles around his chamber at random. Ginyu and his boys cried out in alarm as they were sent tumbling in every possible direction- crisscrossing each other's paths, rolling, spinning, and performing all manner of loops.

Once he got bored of their forced aerial ballet, Lord Slug then had the members begin colliding with one another throughout the throne room at random- over and over again. Each impact was marked by a sharp thump, which quickly became a repetitive and almost continuous sound echoing off of every wall and pillar inside the large dome. Upon making certain the five poor sods had been effectively pummeled and beaten into submission, as indicated by the group's cracked armor plates, bruised bodies and swollen faces, the Namekian then pulled the ragtag group of heroes from the air and brought them down onto the steps of his platform.

When their bodies suspended themselves an inch off of the steps in front of the mighty Lord Slug in a nice, neat row, he then had the group forced into identical kneeling positions, their arms pulled back, and their heads unwillingly yanked up, leaving the Ginyu Force prostrated, helpless, and frozen before the warlord.

Snickering at the blood dripping from the multitude of cuts and openings in the group's faces- and noticing Captain Ginyu himself was looking particularly banged up- Slug then lowered his left hand and pressed a button against the side of his throne.

"All of you look like you're in a bad way. Here… how about we get a little bit of fresh air to clear your heads?" the Namekian said, confusing the commando squad and his young hostage, as they had no idea what he meant by that.

The answer came to them shortly after when, after several loud clanks and clangs reverberated throughout the room, the Ginyu Force and Kuriza saw the ceiling above them slide open- as two massive doors parted to allow not only sunlight to seep in, but a direct way through to the outside world. As the sky slowly became exposed to the group situated in the heart of the citadel, Slug then leant back and, without any effort on his part, took hold of the entire platform they were on with his psychic grip and began to levitate them into the air.

Like an elevator, the entire platform both the two chairs and the Ginyu Force were kneeling on rose up, climbing higher and higher and gathering speed as it approached the opening in the roof. Feeling the cold wind rush through their sore heads and over their battered bodies, the crew of Frieza's elite soon found themselves staring out over the icy landscape of Lord Slug's mobile satellite, as the warlord effortlessly locked the platform of his throne into the open space in the ceiling.

This left every single one of them sitting poised and exposed atop the command center, where all of them were completely open to the elements.

Able to hear the sounds of battle much more clearly in the distance, Lord Slug took a deep breath and sighed as the biting chill of the planet's climate licked at his skin. "Aaah… do you feel that? The blood rushing through your veins? Your hearts pounding in your ears? The sheer helplessness in the face of a true, overwhelming, indomitable force? That's the feeling of real power." He then took another mocking breath through his nose and chuckled. "It's glorious."

Upon watching the man recline in his throne, Recoome spat out a tooth that'd been knocked loose from inside his mouth. "You sick, twisted, evil bastard…" the man remarked in a slightly slurred voice.

"Lord Frieza's… going to make you… suffer for this…" Burter spat out, also looking incredibly dazed from the amount of head shots he'd gotten- as well as lightning volts to the chest cavity.

Completely ignoring the hateful glares he received from the beaten and defeated members of the Ginyu Force, Lord Slug opened his eyes and gripped the arm rests of his throne firmly. "I'd like to see him try. Because after the day is done, your master- as well as his brother- will no longer be able to pose any kind of threat to me. This I have foreseen," the warmonger chirped, before then throwing a smirk down at the kneeling Ginyu Force members and then smiling across at Kuriza. "Of course… they're not the ones I'm really worried about. Not at all. The person that I'm most interested in dethroning is the great King Cold himself- your grandfather and the only creature in the universe who is closest to becoming the next God of Destruction."

Kuriza, after staring back into the dark gaze of his captor seated in the golden chair beside him, narrowed his eyes. "Don't kid yourself, creep. My uncle… the one that your army is fighting right now… he's one of the greatest and most powerful warriors to ever be born from our race." When he saw the smile on Lord Slug drop, he pressed on boldly. "My father may not think so… but I know what kind of man my uncle Cooler is. A wise, respected, and great leader, who is going to rain hell down on your kingdom."

The Namekian's eye twitched. "Really?"

The child, sweat breaking out, glared back at him defiantly. "Really. He's going to mop the floor with you and your goons. Just watch."

A grin then tugged at Lord Slug's lips. "So it's a wager is it? Very well then," the warlord said, while at the same time getting comfortable and lifting his head conceitedly. "If your uncle is truly as great as you say he is, then let's put the quality of his subordinates to the test. If his elite group of commandoes can defeat my team of generals in combat, then I will step in and face Lord Cooler and his forces in earnest." His smile then darkened under his hood. "But if they fail, I'm going to obliterate his army, smash his fleet, and snap your neck as he watches impotently from the sidelines. Deal?"

Recoiling a little at Lord Slug's wager and seeing his smirk directed squarely on him- telling the young alien that the tyrant meant every word of what he said- Kuriza gave it a quick moment of thought before stiffly nodding his head in return. "Deal."

Grunting in amusement, Slug then turned his gaze back to the platform in front of him and, with a quick nod, split up the frozen Ginyu Force members so that they were kneeling on two sides of the throne directly behind him. Upon which the warlord then rotated then entire platform about on its axis until it was facing the battlefield. As soon as the group was facing the appropriate direction, they were able to watch as the multiple flashes of battle continued raging on in the distance.

As explosions and shockwaves detonated across the mountains and sky- pulverizing both clouds and glaziers- the Namekian warlord propped his cheek back on his knuckles and smiled.

"Let the games begin," Lord Slug, at the same time the defenseless Kuriza and the defeated Ginyu, Jeice, Recoome, Burter and Guldo looked up with baited breath as the forces of Cooler's Armored Squadron and the enemy commanders pressed on with their respective battles.

OOO

(Meanwhile)

(In the skies ahead)

"Argh! Fils de pute!" (Son of a whore) Salza cursed out in his favorite alien language as he attempted to hit the asshole of an opponent he was stuck fighting against. Retreating backwards through the air at high speed and altitude, the blonde warrior with the slightly cracked armor thrust both his hands forward and unleashed a string of golden energy blasts that cut across the air in a brilliant display of flashing light beams.

The barrage itself ended up tracking his target with reasonable effectiveness, who could be seen shooting across the mountain ranges in the distance and attempting to avoid his assault. Due to dodging most of his opponent's shots, the pale-skinned, fluffy haired Angila was able to keep ahead of the assault until several of the rounds launched by Salza ended up hitting him and detonating with concussive force.

Hitting him repeatedly, Salza kept on firing until he was sure he'd pounded his opponent enough to score some damage. After letting the barrage end and watching the black cloud of smoke billow outwards in the distance, the Cooler Squadron Captain then saw a trail of the smoke drop out from below as his demon opponent- Angila- fell out of the sky covered in multiple burns and soot. Reacting quickly, Salza cocked back his hand and prepared to lay into him with another hit.

Angila however, not keen on getting hit again, grit his teeth and thrust one of his hands out, which extended towards Salza at high speed and ended up grabbing the man by the throat. The Brench-seijin was so caught off guard by the sudden attack that he was only able to let out a strangled yelp of surprise before he was yanked across the sky, whipped around his opponent, and then unceremoniously thrown across the icy mountains.

Watching his opponent fly after being released, Angila, grinning manically, thrust his own hand forward and fired off several rounds of energy bolts. "Eat this, pretty boy!"

The scattered energy blasts that he fired with a single thrust ended up converging on the airborne Salza as he attempted to right himself. Due to being sent into an uncontrolled spin, the Captain ended up getting clipped by the first shots, before the rest of them battered him with explosions. The resulting balls of fire knocked Salza out of the sky and into the plains below, where he ended up smashing into a snowy hill and dragging the front of his body across the ground for a hundred meters.

After leaving a visible trench in the icy floor and giving a groan of pain as his body simmered with thin wisps of smoke, Angila seized that opportunity and dove towards Salza from up high. Cocking back his left hand, the grinning, debonair warrior in the Greek tunic and boots then swung his arm forward and stretched his arm once again- sending his fist shooting down at the fallen command in an attempt to impale him through the back of the head.

"DIE!" He shouted as he watched his stretching arm arc through the air and shoot towards his target.

Salza, eyes widening when he sensed the approaching danger, sprang onto his hands and cartwheeled out of the way, barely avoiding the fist that slammed into the ground and impaled the ice where his head had been. While he was still dodging, the blonde captain swiftly swung back his right arm, produced a purple energy blade from his hand, and slashed at the demon's embedded arm- cutting it clean from its host.

Eyes widening, Angila let out a scream of pain as he swiftly retracted his stump of a limb and dropped out of the air. He landed at just about the same time Salza did, with both fighters slamming their feet into the ice and assuming their respective, defensive stances.

While the Captain of the Cooler squad breathed calmly through a bleeding lip and burnt body, keeping his sword arm drawn back, Angila gripped his now handless forearm and glared daggers back at his foe. After giving a very pained and angry snarl, the blonde demon in the purple tunic then smirked in amusement.

"Touché, friend. That was a good move. I guess I got a little bit overzealous with that one," Angila chuckled, drawing a noticeable eye twitch from the blonde warrior across from him. As a cold wind cut across the valley they were standing in, the pale, horned fighter then drew back his stricken arm and concentrated. "But just because you managed to score a limb from me doesn't mean this fight is over."

Salsa frowned, "You're not seriously thinking of continuing?" The hum of his blade reached his ear as he positioned his arm in a textbook striking position. "Don't be dumb. If you haven't noticed already, you've taken far more damage than I have. If you surrender now, I can promise you a fair trial from Emperor Cooler."

The look that crossed Angila's eyes was one that would've sent a shiver down an ordinary man's back. "Thanks for the kind offer… but I think I'll pass on it." It was then, after allowing his smile to drop, the man clenched his teeth and growled loudly. A split second later, a sickening squelch sound rang out followed by a splatter of purple blood, the stump that'd previously been Angila's forearm was replaced by a new hand popping out of the cut. The sight of the man regenerating his lost limb had Salza recoil in alarm, as he wasn't expecting his opponent to do that.

"What the-?" The squad captain uttered, watching as Angila casually flicked off the blood from his newly grown limb, before flexing his fingers.

Rolling his wrist, the blonde demon shot Salza a smirk. "Just like you, I have more than a few tricks up my sleeve. As does the rest of my crew." Reaching over his shoulder, the guy then grabbed the shoulder of his tunic and ripped off his top- belt and all. After tossing them aside and leaving himself in only his white, baggy pants and boots, Angila then spread his feet and clenched his fists. "Allow me to show you another one." Concentrating for a second time, the warrior then assumed a horse-riding stance and locked his fists at his sides.

Salza, managing to shake off the astonishment at the man's previous regeneration, then watched in horrified fascination as the demon warrior's body began to vibrate and the wind around him started to churn. With Angila's muscles trembling like an engine and the debris at his feet bouncing along the ground from the tidal forces now emanating from his body, the Captain of the elite squad was then given immediate cause for concern when the green hologram of his scouter jumped over his eye and flashed him an energy level warning.

"Oh… this can't be good," Salza whispered when he too sensed his opponent's energy begin to skyrocket.

A few milliseconds later, after watching the air around the growling Angila shake and swirl, the commando officer then took a cautionary step back when he saw the man's entire body suddenly increase in size and his hair sharply increase in length. The result of his muscles swelling and bulking up all at once caused the ground beneath his feet to crater and the ice plate around them to fracture, as the demonic warrior allowed all of his concentrated ki to rush through his nerves in an instant.

The second his muscles expanded, Angila let out a tremendous battle cry, as a shockwave of power was sent ripping from his center mass to nearly knock Salza off his feet.

The entire transformation took only a real life total of five seconds, but from both warriors' perspectives, the display seemed to have gone on for about a minute. Nevertheless, after the blast of wind from the demon's sonic boom died down and the shaking in the ground finally stopped, Salza now found himself gaping at a newly regenerated, newly transformed Angila who was standing two times taller and larger than before- his bulky, muscular form practically towering a full person over the battlefield.

Letting a deep sigh of relief escape his lips, the now hulking Angila- his horns now enlarged and arcing out of his head like an actual devil's- put on a menacing grin and rolled his freshly engorged shoulders. "I don't know about you… but I'm feeling pretty good about my chances now."

Despite being on the defensive, Salza barely had enough time to utter out the rest of his remark when he suddenly saw Angila's body vanish in a puff of dust. "Definitely not go-OOOF!" The poor captain was cut off when, from out of nowhere, the blonde demon drove an uppercut into his stomach with such force it practically lifted him off the floor and knocked all the air out of his lungs.

The instant he was hit with that lighting fast blow from below, Angila then pressed his advantage and began laying into his opponent with a barrage of hooks and knees. After hammering Salza with a swift combination of attacks, the giant of a demon then grabbed the stunned man by the boot, yanked hm over his shoulder, and slammed him into the icy ground. His ecstatic laughter was drowned out by the loud bangs his attacks generated on every impact- with the air-splitting thunderclap that echoed out from the the smaller fighter's body cratering the valley deafening the battlefield.

As blood flew out of Salza's lips, the only conscious thought he could give as he was picked up a second time was why the heck he didn't cut the man's head off when he had the chance?

OOO

(Meanwhile)

At around the same time Salza was getting his ass kicked two ways from his race's definition of Sunday, the other members of Cooler's Armored Squadron began facing similar difficulties with their opponents. Though the warriors from both factions were more or less equal in terms of skill and battle power, the moment the warriors of the elite commando unit started to deal damage to their demon foes, every single one of Lord Slug's henchmen decided at that moment to hit their second phase buffs at virtually the same time.

Dore, who was having a blast grappling against the rotund, carapace warrior known as Wings, found out exactly how hard his guy could hit after smacking him around a few times. After shoulder-ramming one another at the same time at the base of an icy mountain, the wide-mouthed, brown reptile of a warrior cracked a smirk and grabbed his opponent by the hem of his chest armor. Before the Beppa-seijin could react, Wings hoisted his body up and tossed him up the side of the mountain at high speed.

Spinning as he flew skywards, Dore quickly righted himself and drove his boots into the side of the glacier to slow his ascent. As his momentum dissipated, the deceptively quick Wings flew up after him and tackled him with a haymaker, a blow which the green warrior managed to parry before retaliating with several punches of his own. After a brief exchange, in which the pair duked it out against the mountain's icy wall like a couple of ninja, Wings then attempted to land a hook on his opponent, the latter of whom managed to swing back, land on his shoulders, and plant both his feet against the fat warrior's gut.

Kicking the winged demon off of the mountain and sending him flying across the sky, Dore then darted after him and caught the burly warrior by the ankles. Seizing that moment, the Beppa-seijin drove two kicks down into Wings's face, hitting him clean a few times in the cheek and jaw, before then spinning downwards and locking his arms around the warrior's body in a bear hug.

"You're done, lard ass!" Dore cried, sending both of them plummeting towards the ground while at the same time putting them into a spin. "DORE BOMBER!" The man yelled out, ignoring the horrified scream from Wings as they dropped out of the sky at several times the speed of sound.

Corkscrewing towards the icy valley below and breaking the sound barrier in the process, the Beppa-seijin fell with his opponent, before eventually pile-driving him into the rock hard ground. A loud bang rang out as a cloud of frost gushed into the air, along with a spray of rubble and stones. Though it seemed as though both Dore and Wings had perished in the painful collision, about a split second following the impact, the green, muscle-bound form of the Cooler squadron's most gung-ho member leapt out of the crater and landed comfortably on the floor a few yards away.

Kneeling on the ground, the bruised, yet still fighting fit Dore observed as the wall of frost and snow blocking view of the crash site slowly thinned. As he did, he suddenly saw the faint shadow of his opponent rise up from the ground, lurching from side to side as a series of loud pops and crunches filled the air. Cocking a brow in confusion as he watched the silhouette in the cloud increase in size and change shape, the green warrior then recoiled in shock when he saw the cloud part and his opponent emerge from it.

Only… he wasn't exactly the same as before.

A deep chuckle filled the air as Wings stomped out of the hole in the ground and stood before his kneeling foe. "That was a sweet move. Nearly broke my neck with that one," the burly demon replied, a fang-lined grin visible through his big, wide lips. When he saw Dore blink his way, the newly transformed demon chuckled. "Unfortunately for you, it didn't."

Though the man's personality hadn't changed one bit, his outward appearance certainly had. Not only had Wings's size doubled, but his muscles had also inflated and become more pronounced- giving him a much more bulkier and intimidating appearance. The resulting expansion of his body also expanded the size of his actual wings, to the point that the once diminutive appendages had tripled in width in order to accommodate his newly acquired mass. Furthermore, on top of filling in his armor a lot more than before, the guy's horns had also lengthened to that of a bull's, and the studs dotting his body had grown into protective spines- particularly the four large ones growing from his shoulders.

Apparently the demon had managed to engage his transformation a split second before his impact with the ground- the increased density of his muscles and fat cushioning his impact and saving his life.

Sensing the guy's increased energy signature on top of his altered appearance caused Dore to stand up. "Ah, crap."

Snickering at the shocked look that appeared on his opponent's face, Wings then leaned over and bolted forward- his launch being marked by a blast of dust and ice kicking up behind him. The moment he dashed toward his foe with his head lowered, the transformed demon wound up tackling Dore square in the chest, knocking the big fighter off his feet and sending both of them hurtling into the mountain behind the commando. Without showing any care towards his own well being, Wings charged both of them through the rock face, drilling trough the ice and out the other side in a heartbeat.

His ramming of Dore through the glacier ended up collapsing the entire mountain on top of them- the countryside mound fracturing before cascading into the valley below in a shower of boulders.

Neiz was unfortunately fairing no better than his companion.

After managing to blitz his opponent with his superior speed and score several clean hits on the surprisingly tough little imp, the Zalt-seijin now had to contend with the irritating fact that the alien he was fighting was able to spawn miniature clones of himself. It was ridiculous. When Medamatcha found himself forced into a corner, the frog popped the four little devils out of his back and sent them after the commando to run interference for him.

And that was only half the problem. Not only were these smaller clones more agile than their adult counterpart, making hitting them a major challenge when they scattered, but when Neiz attempted to take them on head-to-head, he realized that the little cretins and their host were capable of absorbing energy. This became apparent when after trying to attack the starting group of four copies, a couple of the frogs latched onto his leg and began siphoning off of his energy. Though the squadron. Member was quick to shake them off by swatting them away, when they returned to their creator and merged back into his shoulders where they came from, Medamatcha ended up gaining a significantly large vitality burst.

The resulting resurgence of energy allowed him to send even more miniature clones after Neiz, the number of which started to grow and grow alarmingly fast as the fight went on.

Darting across the skies and avoiding another swarm of about ten miniature toads attempting to gang up on him, a frustrated Neiz clenched his teeth angrily before thrusting his hands back at the group. "Piss off, you little snots!" He shouted, before unloading a barrage of energy bullets towards the crowd of green amphibians scrambling about in the air.

Giggling cheekily when they saw the angry Zalt fire at them, the crowd of clones promptly scattered, with only a couple of them ending up getting hit by the onslaught of blasts. As Neiz retreated while continuing to fire around him in an attempt to wipe out the insufferable wretches, the tall fighter suddenly spotted Medamatcha hovering in the distance at a lower altitude. Noticing the cocky grin being directed up at him, the brown-skinned fighter gave a snarl of rage before diving towards the original.

"Who do you think you're smirking at, huh?!" Neiz shouted, cranking back his arm as he approached the toad. "I'll show you!" He was determined to make the little imp feel his wrath. However, just when it seemed he was open for a clean shot on the tiny bastard, the elite fighter suddenly saw a half dozen more tiny clones pop out of Medamatcha's chest and fly up at him- cackling manically as they formed a wall in his path. Despite their sudden appearance, Neiz wasn't fazed. "Ha! That little trick won't work on me a second time! I know exactly what your game is, hack!" Swatting them aside with a couple of well-placed chops and punches, the angry Zalt blasted his way through the wave of bodies toward his intended target, before eventually managing to line him up with a haymaker. "HRAAAGH!"

His swift diving attack from above caused a loud splat to ring out as the tall fighter unexpectedly chopped right through the green demon and- for all intents and purposes- cut him in half.

Neiz blinked, "What the-?"

Not expecting for his attack to be so damn effective after the level of nuisance he'd had to deal with up until this point, the commando promptly skidded to a stop midair and wheeled around, only to recoil when he saw the two halves of his opponent floating behind him.

Only… the guy wasn't exactly dead.

"Hehehe… that was a good punch, stretch. But sadly, not good enough…" the left half of Medamatcha giggled as his brutally mangled body slowly turned around to face Neiz, revealing that his entire right side from the neck down had been torn off. However, the hole that was left behind from the chunk the commando had managed to rip out of him wasn't expelling any blood of entrails at all. In fact, the green imp didn't look to be in any kind of pain at all. "Underestimating someone like me… will cost you dearly!"

In that moment, the arm, shoulder, chest and torso of the half- or large portion- that'd been dismembered from the arrogant toad, which continued to float beside him like some phantom, started to twitch, inflate, and pop out multiple tumors from its skin at an alarming speed. These growths, which bubbled and jutted out of Medamatcha's chunk like some freaky, blob-like monstrosity, then began producing dozens of squirming arms, eyes and faces. A split second later, when several mouths also appeared with these extremities, the tumors started cackling and laughing ecstatically at the startled Neiz, with the whole portion the demon had "detached" revealing itself to be another mass of mutant clones of various sizes, all of whom then broke apart from one another and scattered throughout the airspace.

Medamatcha on the other hand, with a careless grunt, regenerated his missing right side and popped out a new arm, which he quickly flexed and shook to get rid of the purple blood covering it. "Aaah… that feels much better." He then shot Neiz a menacing grin. "So… you were saying something about me being a hack?"

The sight of the simultaneous clone production and healing had the stunned Neiz's face twist in disgust, his eyes darting about as the newly spawned copies instantly surrounded his position. "Okay… so you weren't the knock-off, clone-growing twerp I thought you were. You were actually the off-shoot type of opponent." He clicked his tongue irritably. "The most annoying type out there. And I thought my abilities were freaky."

"Knock-off?" the real Medamatcha cackled as his now three dozen clones giggled simultaneously at Neiz's comment. "You fool. Thanks to our boss unlocking our potential, our abilities have evolved beyond what they originally were." Raising his arms, the little demon then mass-produced a dozen more tumors from his neck, all of which grew on top of one another in a very surreal and disgusting manner, until an array of multi-sized, conjoined clones were now scrambling around the original's body. "Thanks to my inherent trait of being able to produce miniature copies of myself, my skill has developed to the point where I can split off any portion of myself to create any number of duplicates. It's the perfect defensive strategy." He then extended a clawed hand and jabbed a finger towards Neiz. "Cut, slice and tear me apart all you want. You can even smash, hit, and twist me. But I'll keep on multiplying."

Neiz, after snarling at the swarm of toads now surrounding him, then threw up his fists and barked. "Let's test that!"

Smirk widening into a more menacing leer, Medamatcha then waved his hand back and swiftly threw it forward. "Suck him dry, boys!" The moment he shouted his order, the swarm of clones gave out a unified battle cry as they all charged in at Neiz, swamping him from every direction possible.

At first blasting a couple of the approaching gremlins with several ki attacks, Neiz was then forced to start taking them on in hand to hand. In a blur of movement, the Zalt managed to knock and smash away several of the tiny imps with multiple well-placed hits- many of which managed to ward off groups of the charging cretins. But in a matter of seconds, the commando was soon overwhelmed by the sheer number of adversaries, in which he then found himself being dog-piled by dozens off the little frogs diving in and latching onto him at once.

With Medamatcha sending out even more copies from the growths in his arms and shoulders to join the fray, all the little demon had to do was sit back and enjoy the show, while his little storehouse of clones did his job for him.

Needless to say, things weren't looking too hot for Neiz at that moment, as the tall alien elite quickly found himself becoming the hive for a swarm of demonic, reptilian bees looking to siphon off of his battle power for all he was worth.

A similar air of difficulty could be used to describe Myra's situation who, after managing to impale Commander Zeeun with several ki arrows and spears from her arsenal, was now being pressured by the ruthless demon when he underwent a Gigantification transformation as well.

There were some differences however. Not only did Zeeun's body grow and bulk up to an incredibly frightening level, but the demonic leader with bushy red hair had also managed to produce multiple defensive, carapace plates all over the surface of his body. This allowed the commander of Lord Slug's forces, who had previously been soaking up the Hera-seijin's piercing and pressure-point strikes, to be able to walk through the woman's attacks without any difficulties whatsoever. It as like he'd encased himself in a suit of armor, only this one was forged out of his own bone and cartilage to create a veritable, natural defense against his foe's energy attacks. So while his overall visage remained unchanged, the inflated muscles, elongated horns and hair, and the orange-brown plates covering his bare skin, made Zeeun look the part of a true demon general.

On top of this, the guy also received a massive power boost, which was now proving to be an incredible bane for Myra's existence, who was now struggling to hold back the tank of a man as he barreled towards her with the intent of inflicting grievous bodily harm.

Bleeding from the corner of her mouth and sporting multiple bruises, a desperate Myra spun the red energy staff she'd created around her body before swinging it out at the demon charging at her across the sky. A loud bang rang out when she made impact, but instead of managing to strike Zeeun in a vulnerable area, the now armor-clad demon in gladiator spats managed to catch her bo staff with his bare right hand, before promptly shattering it with a swift palm strike from his other hand.

Startled when she saw Zeeun smash her energy staff, Myra barely had enough time to swing her arms up over her face to block the vicious punch the man nailed her with immediately afterwards. The shockwave generated by the orange, armored warrior's fist sent her plummeting out of the sky, an opportunity that the red-haired demon with the now enlarged horns quickly seized and gave pursuit.

Shooting down after his opponent, the commander easily caught up with the falling Hera, upon which he then proceeded to lay into her with yet another storm of punches. His blows rattled her guard and drove repeatedly into her torso, pummeling her over and over as he effectively pushed her out of the air and towards the ground.

"Hahaha! What's wrong, girlie?! Am I too much for you now?! Can't take the heat?" Zeeun laughed, cocking back his fist and smashing into her guard again, causing her entire body to lurch back and drawing a cry of pain from her. "Ha! Your attacks are useless against me! Now that I'm like this, there's no way a puny little weakling like you could ever hope to beat me!"

Quickly taking offense to this, Myra, peering over her arms and baring her teeth, gave out an angry shout as she thrust her hand back and produced a beam of energy, which she promptly grabbed. The instant the thin spear manifested in her grip, she then lunged forward and aimed to stab her opponent in the eye. However, the second she swung in with her counter in an attempt to nail her foe, her spear ended up grazing the man's armored cheek when he moved his head to the side at the last second and slipped her attack. This allowed the grinning Zeeun to dart in and swing his arm over her extended one in a textbook jolt counter.

"NICE TRY!" The demon shouted, ignoring Myra's stunned gasp as his enormous hand grabbed her by the face and effectively yanked her out of the sky.

Dropping like a stone towards the icy ground, Zeeun booming laughter filled the air as he drew back the arm he was holding Myra with, before effectively slamming her into the valley below and punching an enormous crater into the landscape. The explosion of ice and fruit that occurred gushed into the sky like a geyser, and also sent a wall of wind rippling across the frozen land, pulverizing multiple glaciers and hillsides for miles. Any ordering opponent to be subjected to such a devastating blow would've easily found themselves crushed into nothingness due to the force exerted by the demon commander.

However, as the cloud of frost parted from the bottom of the hundred foot wide crater formed by Zeeun's impact with the planet, it revealed the armored, red-haired demon kneeling over a still miraculously alive Myra, who could be seen clawing away at his wrist as he continued to shove her head into the cold earth.

Grunting as he put more weight down on top of the Hera-seijin in an attempt to crush her head, the transformed Zeeun snickered when he saw her hands once again paw uselessly at his wrist- grabbing it to try and tear him off of her. But no matter how hard she tried, the man wouldn't budge, and he didn't plan to. "Hehe… that's right. Struggle all you want. It's over. You may be tough… but I'm on a whole other level of power." When he saw her hands move to his fingers and grab them, her body writhing beneath his palm in desperation, the red-haired fighter sneered. "Unless you have a hidden ace up you sleeve, you may as well tap out now!"

It was then, after several tense moments of struggling in which every breath seemed like it was going to be her last, the writhing Myra then stopped- and the one eye she had visible through Zeeun's fingers narrowed up at the grinning demon commander. "Actually… I do," the woman mumbled through the man's palm, causing the armored demon to blink.

All of a sudden, after Myra's hand reached down to grab Zeeun's thumb that was crushing her cheek, a green mist suddenly started to waft off of her. Seconds later, the steam rushing from her skin exploded from her in an inferno, her muscles bulking up sharply and her skin tone flashing a pale green. The instant this happened, a yell of rage rushed out of her throat and with a sudden burst of strength, she snapped back Zeeuns's thumb with a loud crack.

The demon commander let out a howl of pain and leapt back as fast as he could, moving just in time to avoid the ground exploding around Myra. Landing at the edge of the collapsing ground clutching his hand, Zeeun stared across the open fissure in shock as a dense cloud of frost swirled around its centre. When a blast of hot air tore across the valley, it parted the wall of snow to reveal Myra floating above the crater, bathed in the glow of a brand new form the demon wasn't expecting from her.

Her build- once slender, curvy and athletic- had bulked up to that of an Amazonian or a wrestler in the prime of her career. Her skin- once fair, blue, and befitting the natural color of her people- had lit up and taken on a light green tone. And her hair- one short and spiky orange- had lengthened and taken on a reddish blend. All of these aspects came together into a form that was surrounded by a bright green aura, which beat at the air like a maelstrom, while the woman herself wiped the dirt from her cheek and spat the blood from her mouth.

After making sure her body was still in fine condition, the sole female member of Cooler's Armored Squadron set her sights on the stunned Zeeun. "If you thought I was just going to roll over and die from a beating like that, think again creep. I've taken far more punishment than what your chunky ass is currently dishing out, so don't expect to get an easy win over this girl."

Zeeun blinked as he looked the glowing woman over as her hair flapped on the wind. "W-What the fuck? Where the hell did this come from?"

"Oh? Didn't I tell you?" Myra asked coyly, before a cocky smile tugged at her lips. "Sorry. Must've slipped my mind while you were going full ham and trying to bury me under the ice a few seconds ago." She then shrugged casually. "Since our team's youngest member managed to tap into a higher level of power during one of our previous missions, the rest of the gang and I figured that we'd follow his example and do the same. So, after months of training and helping each other out, the four of us finally crossed the bridge and achieved different evolutionary forms." She then casually lifted up a hand and clenched it into a fist, which caused her aura to burst outwards sharply as her ki jumped. "While my compatriots found their own paths to unlocking their true potential, my transformation is a bit more unique. This heightened state of physical and mental awareness, multiplied by a dramatic increase in ki output, is what my people call Galad's Gwedh… or known better in the common tongue as our race's Super Hera form."

"Super… Hera?" Zeeun repeated, before biting his teeth together tightly as he straightened up- all the while flexing his thumb and getting feeling back into it. "Why the heck didn't you use this earlier in the fight? Why did you let me beat the heck out of you for the last few minutes instead of stopping me?"

Myra grunted as she glared back at the demon as he righted himself. "A combination of pride and stupidity, I guess. I thought that I could bring you down the conventional way by fighting tactically, instead of burning through a huge chunk of energy going through this transformation and overwhelming you with brute force. Taking on a more strategic approach has always been our group's strongest point after all. Sadly, the power difference between my base and your current state is too massive… so I decided to bite the bullet and go for it." She then looked down at her hands and winced a little. "Also, I don't like how this form changes my appearance. Ugh… I'm starting to look more and more like Dore."

After watching the woman check out her ass and hips, Zeeun pondered for a moment before smirking broadly. When he saw the woman glare back at him, the commander laughed. "Heh. I guess I was wrong. It seems you got a lot more guts than I gave you credit for." Cracking his neck by flexing his head to the side and then rolling his shoulders, the bulky, armored demon then leered at her. "Since you managed to buff yourself up, you and I can finally have a good, honest brawl with one another." Setting his feet apart, the warrior then swung his arms about and set himself into a new stance- one where his fingers were clawed and his canines were bared. "No more games. I'm going to start fighting for real now."

Smirking at the man's remark, Myra also raised her fists and prepared herself- watching as her opponent's orange aura erupted around him with a blast of wind. "It's about damn time." However, instead of taking a conventional stance, she swung her arms straight up and, in a flash of light, produced a red beam of energy between her hands. The beam hardening into a staff of glowing red light, the adolescent then spun the pillar around her in several elaborate spins- before then aiming the tip towards her opponent and taking a lunging stance.

The energy weapon she wound up producing this time turned out to be a halberd, one with an axe-shaped head with a spear tip. The instant her weapon's end flashed, Myra was ready.

Without needing anymore time to prepare, both fighters then bolted towards one another and swung in with simultaneous attacks. However, the moment they came within reach of their opponent, the pair's bodies suddenly shimmered before vanishing at the same time in a puff of frost. The instant they disappeared, multiple shockwaves and sonic booms began going off across the sky- parting clouds and breaking the tops off of nearby mountains, signifying that the duo had begun duking it out at speeds several times faster than before.

OOO

(Meanwhile)

At around this time, Salza was getting his own ass woken up. After attempting several times to evade his beefed up opponent and failing, the blonde warrior then tried retreating to a higher altitude. That was until Angila, using his extendable arms, threw one hand after the Captain, snared his ankle, then yanked him out of the sky and tossed him towards the ground.

The instant the blue-skinned officer impacted the ground and punched a crater into the icy valley's surface, the strongest member of the demon commanders decided to finish him off in spectacular fashion. Throwing his head back, Angila concentrated his ki into his lungs, before then thrusting his head forward and unleashing a mouth energy blast down at the crater his adversary had crashed into. The torrent of golden energy erupted from his jaws and tore towards the planet, where the wounded Salza could be seen sprawled out in the centre of his hole, gaping at the blinding light set to end his life in a brilliant flash.

The explosion that followed ruptured the cold planet's surface and sent golden cracks shooting across the valley. As flames and rubble gushed into the sky like a geyser, Angila thought for sure that he'd killed his foe and smirked- floating in place as he watched the ground melt around the spot he'd launched his final, decisive attack.

"Well, that's the end of that guy," he quipped in his usual, cocky tone. But then, just when he was starting to feel comfortable about his assured victory, his smile vanished.

As the geyser of flames dissipated from a sudden gust of wind that tore out from the center of the calamity, all of the smoke parted to reveal his opponent standing in the middle of the crater. However, while Angila was expecting to see Salza completely roasted and battered from the damage he'd sustained, the leader of Cooler's elite stood there appearing perfectly fine. In fact, aside from a few scuffs, bruises, and a bleeding lip, the man appeared completely reinvigorated- and with good reason.

Salza, through quick thinking and intense concentration, had managed to trigger his own transformation just before Angila's blast enveloped him. This, coupled with the endurance buff he received through the power up, allowed him to shrug off the brunt of the man's killing move while simultaneously save him from getting knocked out of the fight. The transformation Salza had undergone completely reshaped Salza's outward appearance, not only making him grow a foot higher than Zarbon, but Salza's muscles had also expanded to fill in his suit. This gave him a much more imposing, warrior's look befitting of his role as captain. But the most striking change came from his blonde hair, which seemed to have grown out and down the back of his body, giving him a majestic mane of long, loosely flowing pale gold locks.

It was an incredibly flamboyant yet majestic look, transforming the once short-in-stature pretty boy, into a heavyweight hunk.

Angila was baffled by the man's newly acquired look, which had the handsome demon shake his head a couple of times to see if he wasn't hallucinating. "What the hell?"

A grin tugged at Salza's lips. "You're not the only one with tricks up his sleeve, you regenerating prick."

Flinching a little at the new level of power he could feel coming off of his opponent, Angila snarled. "Why you little…? You can increase your strength by altering the structure of your body too?"

Salza, sticking his nose in the air and brushing back his newly grown mane of sparkling locks, huffed in a cocky manner. "Bien sur, Monsieur. Although, judging from our respective appearances, I think I'm pulling off this transformation a lot better than you are." Rolling his shoulder and cracking his now significantly thickened neck, the Gigantified Captain of the Armored Squadron then flexed a hand out and balled it into a fist. "So… now that you've had a good time kicking me around for the last few minutes, I think it's about time the new Glamorous Salza showed you what he can do! Se battre!"

The instant Salza crouched down, a shockwave reverberated off his body that sent a blast of wind shooting behind him. When his energy spiked, he then launched himself from the ground with such force he imploded the crater he was standing in even further, creating a sinkhole in the ice where he'd been standing. The speed he flew up towards Angila with took the blonde, topless demon completely by surprise, who barely had enough time to cross his arms over before he was hit full on by a super man punch thrown by the now transformed Salza.

The hit sent the demon commander barreling into the sky, with the Armored Squadron Officer promptly giving chase.

At around the same time, back over at the spot where Medamatcha was enjoying the show of his army of clones dog-piling Neiz, the little toad of a demon was just about thinking he'd callback his little minions. A snicker left his lips as he raised his hand in preparation for the signal. However, the moment the diminutive imp raised his hand, a spark of purple from the writhing mass of clones in front of him caused him to stop short and frown.

"Huh? What was that?" The green frog of a man asked out loud.

Watching the crowd of clones continue to writhe and clamor, Medamatcha lowered his hand slowly. Seconds later, a blinding flash of pink light followed by a deafening thunderclap instantaneously incinerated most of his clones and sent a shockwave slamming into the little demon. With a scream of alarm the tiny demon was sent tumbling feet over head through the air for several dozen yards. After rolling however many number of times he did, Medamatcha used a quick burst of ki to stop himself. When he looked back over to where his clones had previously been amassed, his yellow eyes bugged out.

Floating amongst a cloud of ash that was previously his platoon of copies, Neiz was currently suspended in the air bathed in an aura of purple lightning. Unlike his normal aura, this one was crackling off of him constantly, and in casing his entire body in a purplish hue. While his slightly swollen muscles were quite a sight to behold on his normally tall and lanky body, it was the fact that his yellow eyes were glowing purple and had currents of electricity shooting out of them that was the most striking aspect about his person.

To accompany this, the clouds in the sky above the dueling pair also started to resonate- bolts of blue lightning dancing across the sky in time with the bolts shooting off of Neiz. Medamatcha spotted this immediately and gaped at the sky above, flinching when he saw a blue bolt whip down from the nebulous to strike Neiz's aura clad form. This jolt of reinforced electricity seemed to intensify the storm already raging off of the Zalt-seijin's body, who upon inspecting his fists and arms then turned his glare on the multiplying Medamatcha and the gathering of surviving, energy-draining clones behind him.

"I bet you had quite a gas watching me get gang-banged by your personal army of frog spawn, huh, twerp? Do you want to try that again?" Neiz asked, his voice humming with an almost robotic echo thanks to the electricity coursing through every fibre in his being. "I doubt your little crowd of cannon-fodder doppelgängers are going to have the same amount of success draining me a second time." He added to this by swinging a fist forward and slamming it into his palm- the result sending a lightning bolt shooting skywards and downwards at the same time from his person. When his purple lightning bolt struck the ground, it caused an explosion that decimated the hill and sent ice shooting everywhere.

Medamatcha, his face twisting irritably, quickly recalled his surviving clones and merged them back into his body. Thanks to the energy they stole from Neiz earlier, the frog felt a surge of ki rush through hiss body and amplify his own, the resulting mixture causing his body to bulk up slightly and the spines he had growing from his back to lengthen. Growling as his flesh expanded and stretched with a few sickening pops and groans, the little imp then let out a sinister chuckle as he produced a new group clones from his chest, all of which cackled as they came crawling back out into the open.

"This game has gotten a lot more interesting," Medamatcha chuckled as his miniature duplicates popped off of his flesh and began floating through the air before the unamused Neiz. Crossing his arms over his chest, the now rabid looking frog snarled across at the lightning imbued warrior. "Alright then, lurch! Let's see what you've got! KYAHAHAHA!" With a boisterous laugh, the tiny warrior shot into the air and spun around, throwing a cluster of tiny balls from his body that expanded on flight and instantaneously transformed into more copies.

As the sky filled with clones, the miniature Medamatchas all laughed joyously as they flew towards the crackling Neiz, hands held out as they unleashed a storm of golden energy bolts towards him. The rain of attacks came in from seemingly every angle from the warrior's front, converging on his position and threatening to obliterate him in a hail of blaster fire.

However, thanks to the electricity from his newly acquired Super Raiken (Super Lightning Fist) technique coursing through his body and amplifying his senses, Neiz saw the blasts coming at him in literal slow motion. Smirking when he saw the gaps in the attacks clearly laid out in his path, the Zalt-seijin leaned in before bolting forward. With a clap thunder, his form darted through the hail of miniature energy blasts, before cutting through a swath of the clones- incinerating them in a flash before their attacks even had a chance of touching him.

His form practically bouncing between each clone he could reach in the form of a purple stream of unbroken energy, the man then changed directions mid attack and shot towards Medamatcha, who recoiled in alarm when he saw the literal lightning spear rocketing at him. With barely a fraction of a second to react, the toad leapt out of the way in time to avoid being tackled by Neiz as he blitzed past him, a loud hiss echoing out as the toad demon had his entire left arm vaporized by the man's punch catching him in the shoulder.

While Neiz skidded to a stop several dozen yards away and looked over his shoulder, he saw Medamatcha blink at his missing limb and the burnt stump that was left behind. After a second of processing, frog let out a snicker and then a laugh, his round yellow eyes darting towards the ludicrously fast Armored Squadron member with a murderous glint.

"My, my, my. I never expected you to have quite this much pep, lurch. Considering how much more difficult you're making this, I guess we should skip the second and third rounds and go straight for the finals! HA-HAAAAAAA!" With a bellow of rage, the frog regenerated his missing arm and immediately began expanding that part of his body at a ludicrous speed- the entire airspace to his right disappearing from his leg and arm eclipsing the skywatcher it stretched out from several meters to a full hundred in less than a second.

His other limbs and appendages bulking and swelling to gargantuan proportions that seemed physically impossible for a creature of his size, Medamatcha then began spitting out miniature clones of himself en masse, sending the army of demons flying towards Neiz in an attempt to overwhelm him with sheer numbers.

Aura crackling around him loudly, Neiz frowned when he saw his mutant of a foe take his cloning and body shifting to a whole new level, prompting him to spin about and assume a defensive stance. The second he did and saw the army of doppelgängers descend upon him while unleashing a storm of energy blasts, the electrically charged warrior then gave a grunt before vanishing with another thunderclap. The result was another flash of an explosion taking place as another mass of copies was effectively annihilated by his attack.

Despite the losses however, Medamatcha just kept on adding to is numbers- his clones multiplying as he sent them all after his opponent as he kept darting between groups of his copies and taking them out in a dazzling display of super charged attacks.

As all this was going on above, down below the chaos unfolding, Dore was just in the process of getting his beefy butt slammed into a mountainside. His impact with the icy wall causing a shockwave to reverberate through it, the green warrior barely had enough time to put his arms up as Wings- dwarfing him in both size and speed- rammed into the stricken wrestler with a haymaker.

His knuckles crashing into the warrior's guard with terrifying force, the beefy, winged warrior then began driving into him with a steady and unrelenting stream of punches. Each blow he landed hit with incredible momentum and determination, the deafening bangs each impact gave out shaking the mountain behind Dore and slowly, but surely, burying him into its side. With the warrior unable to do anything except stand there and take the assault as his defenders slowly wavered, Wings, sensing his victory fast approaching, allowed a bout of uproarious laughs to leave his lips as he began increasing the speed of his blows.

"Ora! Ora! Ora! HAHAHAHA!" the chunky demon warrior laughed as he wound up each blow to slam into Dore's head- hearing the man grunt and shout in pain. "This is it, you loser! GAME OVER!" Then, drawing back his fist one last time, the fighter with the massive arms then gave one last roar and drove his fist forward for the finishing blow.

However, the moment he thought his punch was going to connect, Wings felt his punch stop midway when, out of nowhere, Dore's hand flew up and caught it. The sudden catch causing the demon general to recoil in alarm, the man then tensed up and attempted to push his fist forward. It was while he was doing so he saw his opponent glare up at him from under the rim of his helmet. When their eyes met, Wings saw the Beppa-seijin- through a stream of blood trickling down from his forehead- flash him a cocky grin.

"Think again, fatso!" Dore growled, a moment before his expression intensified and a second, longer snarl hissed out his teeth. His low octaves quickly transforming into a roar, the man slowly forced back Wings's massive fist, a split second before his muscles swelled and his limbs grew at a frighteningly fast pace.

The sight of his opponent's gloved hand growing to the point it was able to grip hold of his entire fist startling the transformed Wings, the demon officer then watched as the rest of Dore's body bulked up and enlarged as well. In a display that would make Garlic Jr. blush with envy, the green alien with the long mane of jet black hair let out a howl of rage as he pushed himself out of the crater he'd formed in the mountainside and forced Wings back with raw, brute strength.

A brief battle for dominance than occurred between the two warriors, one that last for about five seconds. And it was within that same amount of time that Dore was able to complete his transformation, the now bulked up, gigantified warrior- standing half a torso taller than he did before with a massive, hulking frame that stretched his trunks and armor to the point of bursting, the Beppa-seijin threw a smirk at the stunned Wings, before bringing up his foot and slamming it into the demon's torso.

His blow cracking the front of the burly man's chest armor, Wings was sent flying back across the icy field before skidding to a stop several yards away. When the demon general glared back, he saw the hulking, roided form of a Gigantified Dore stomp out into the open, his muscles pulsing with multiple veins as he swung his arms about and took up a textbook boxing stance.

With his evolution complete, the Armored Squadron brawler grinned across at the startled Wings. "Alright, you overgrown bat! Round two!" An ear splitting crack ringing out as his forward foot plunged into the ice, Dore then blasted forward and charged across the valley at blinding speed.

Letting out a growl of his own as he saw the green warrior barreling towards him like a jet, Wings spread his legs and slapped his thighs hard. His own muscles swelling as he took on a very sumo-wrestling like stance, the man swung his arms out and roared. "BRING IT OOOON!" The moment he let that shout loose, he then stomped forward and caught Dore flush in the chest- their impact with one another causing a loud boom to deafen the battlefield and the hillside they were on to implode.

Both Dore and Wings roared as they pushed into one another with all they had- the Beppa-seijin ramming into the demon with his head while the commander wrapped his arms around him from above and attempted to stop him. The awkward angle of course meant that the burly demon officer was pushed off his feet and sent hurtling back, with Dore indiscriminately driving his gargantuan foe straight into another glacier and pulverizing it under the weight of their raw power.

All at once, the battles between the elite warriors of Cooler's Armored Squadron and the generals of Lord Slug's Empire had entered its final, decisive leg.

OOO

(Meanwhile)

As the battles between the men were currently tearing up most of the Eastern Hemisphere of the mobile planetoid, over on the western plains the armies of both opposing factions were still going at it, with Cooler's army slowly dominating the defenders with every bit of ground they were able to cover.

As blaster fire continued to crisscross the space between the two warring groups, setting off multiple explosions and flashes one after the other along both front lines, the officers commanding Cooler's faction then ordered their men to advance. Like a well-oiled machine, the troopers spearheading the assault did as instructed and quickly rushed across the icy valley as the divisions positioned in the rear laid down cover fire for them. Their tanks, artillery, and heavy troopers unleashed hell on the enemy forces ahead, the sky once again becoming filled by golden flashes of light, which arced over the advancing soldiers to land on their assigned targets.

After a wall of fire balls went off all along Lord Slug's line, wiping out several dozen of his men, the demon soldiers entrenching themselves atop the icy ridge and taking cover behind boulders quickly retaliated, and unloaded everything they had on the approaching enemy in an attempt to drive them back.

The few men and women on Cooler's faction that got caught up in the incoming fire were decisively knocked out of the fight, with the hail of relentless blaster bolts prompting the rest of their comrades to duck and cover. Quickly diving behind the nearest boulders they could see- including the skeletons of a couple of destroyed tanks- the soldiers leading the advance stopped for a moment to catch their breath.

One of the lieutenants at the front of the carnage, noticing a couple of his fallen comrades on the field behind him were still alive but in a bad way, quickly waved a hand toward one of the squads to his right. "Medic! Medic! Get the hell out there and help them! All troops, covering fire!" When his shout reached the ears of the men and women, leading to all the squads opening up along the line, the alien in charge gritted his teeth and attempted to peer around his cover to assess the situation. Only to then duck back in when a couple more blaster shots going off next to his head kept him from getting a good look. "Shit! We're stuck!"

As the quick on his feet medic quickly dragged the two soldiers nearest to him to safety, the soldiers trapped behind the lieutenant's rock who were unable to fire back at the enemy clamored nervously.

"They're dug in like ticks, sir!" The sergeant beside the lieutenant shouted after getting a good bead on the defensive line in front of them. When a mortar round from the enemy went off near them and sent a blast of frost and ice cascading on top of them, the worried NCO barked at his commanding officer. "Should I call in an air strike?!"

"Do it!" the lieutenant shouted back while swinging his arm overhead and directing the others. "All squads, concentrate fire on that ridge! Don't let them overwhelm us!"

Above the sounds of rapid gunfire and explosions, the chaos of the front intensified. After covering so much ground, the forces of Cooler's Army were at best a couple miles shy from achieving their objective. The citadel itself was sitting well in sight now and all they had left to do was to push through these last lines of defense. It was only a matter of time before the last fires of resistance were snuffed out and they were upon the enemy's headquarters.

The officers of the Seventh Fleet knew that as soon as they had the place surrounded and locked down, victory was assured for them.

But before that, they had to get through the last of Lord Slug's army, who were apparently doing everything they could in their capabilities to stop them. It was almost like they were being pushed into fighting on by some other worldly power, giving them the strength and bravery to stand against them.

As the lieutenant watched his sergeant call into the radio for support, the alien in the marked bronze RIT armor braced his wrist gauntlet to him and checked the ammunition count. However, just as he was checking the display, he then caught sight of a flash coming from the rear line, before suddenly seeing there trails of blue fire dart across the valley towards them. At first not knowing what that was, he and the rest of his men then watched three silhouettes of three animals blaze past them and towards the ridge.

The lieutenants jaw dropped when he saw the three lines of fire duck and weave through the hail of blasters coming down on them, before then jumping right into the trenches where Lord Slug's forces were. After three simultaneous explosions tore up the hill, Cooler's Forces then watched the three blazing figures dart out of the geysers and begin fighting their way through the soldiers.

Screams of terror from the defending Slug forces called out, as the three tiny figures of Kida, Rico and Rei revealed themselves once more and began cleaning up the defending forces. The trio of fox girls, their fists glowing with blue flames, carved through the squads of enemy troops suppressing their troops and cut them down one after the other.

The lieutenant commanding that portion of the front, upon seeing aid come to them, grinned broadly and stood up- the enemy fire having been lifted. "Come on, first platoon! Let's give them a hand!" He called out, waving his wrist rifle before then charging up the slope towards the ridge.

All at once, the squads fighting on their portion of the front gave a cheer and leapt out from behind their cover, sprinting up the hill while opening fire on the confused Slug troops. Their storm of blasts overwhelmed the defenders and quickly made short work of the gun emplacements shooting down at them, allowing the division to advance quickly and reach the trench line. In a matter of seconds, the troops of Cooler's forces were leaping across the enemy line and engaging the demon army in close quarters.

Together, with the three kitsune, the platoons of the invading force began thinning out the defenders on the valley, the screams and explosions of battle filling the air and drowning out all other areas of the front.

As a bulge was driven into the Slug Empire's front, with more and more troops spilling in to try and fix the wound, the pace of the battle looked as though it was finally decided. However, while all of this was going on, the troops fighting were so caught up that they failed to notice the fireball flying towards them from up high.

Sonic booms ringing out as the meteor from above plummeted towards another portion of the front, the armies of both Cooler and Lord Slug were unable to respond in time when the comet literally crash landed right in the center of their battle- right in the heart of the crossfire. The shockwave from the impact sent a tidal wave of frost and dust rippling over the attacking forces, knocking men and women of both sides off their feet and tumbling across the ground.

When the cloud quickly settled around the crash site and the fighting in the area momentarily stopped, the soldiers of the two factions quickly saw who exactly was responsible for dropping in on their party. Sparks flying, the meteorite revealed itself to be Myra and her opponent Commander Zeeun, both of whom were locked in combat with one another, and duking it out with their respective weapons of choice. While the red headed Hera-seijin had a beam sword forged from her energy and held in her grip, the head officer of Lord Slug's armies was battering her with his armored fists- his knuckles and forearms slamming against her blade as he struck out at her with a vicious onslaught of blows.

Spinning her weapon between her hands, switching grips frequently as she slowly backed up, Myra grunted loudly as she blocked and parried with blows from her taller foe. After another cloud of sparks flashed off of her blade from Zeeun's knuckles smashing off of it, the woman performed a cartwheel to evade the haymaker he thrust down at her and buried into the ground. When a loud bang rang out from his fist missing its mark, the Commander gave a shout of rage and pursued her, unleashing another string of punches, only to then block with his forearms when Myra returned fire with a vicious array of slashes.

Retaliating with several graceful sword strikes, the Super Hera huffed angrily as she expertly switched grips with her blade when it bounced off of her opponent's forearm, and quickly struck at him from the other side. When he blocked, she then spun in and delivered a side kick into his exposed torso, her heel slamming into his abdominals and knocking him back with a sharp thump. Zeeun flew back and skidded across the ground to a stop, letting out a puff of air as he glared back at his foe.

"Damn you!" He shouted, thrusting a finger forward and unleashing a string of energy beams at her, as if he were firing a pistol. "Take this!" The blue bolts shot towards her like light bullets, the first couple missing when Myra dodged them.

Responding quickly to the remaining barrage, the Super Hera swung her beam sword up and smacked away the following shots with several quick swings of her wrist, deflecting them away and sending them into the crowd of Lord Slug's forces watching from the sidelines. When a couple of explosions went off, screams accompanied them, as several of the enemy troops ended up getting caught up in the blasts.

Seeing his opponent block his beams, Commander Zeeun snarled before straightening up high, opening his mouth, and unleashing a blast of blue flames from his throat. The torrent of flames left his mouth in a wall and rolled towards Myra in a wave of certain death, causing the woman's eyes to widen as she dispelled her sword and quickly formed a red shield. When she crouched down behind it, the flames crashed into her barrier and split, roaring past her and into her troops behind her.

The Cooler forces taking cover in the background all screamed in terror when the two pillars of flames ended up washing over them, catching two groups in the tsunami and engulfing them in an inferno. When Myra noticed her allies get hit, the woman snarled and cocked back her free hand while her arm continued to hold the shield protecting her.

"BASTARD!" She shouted, standing up, dispelling her shield, and firing a red blast into the wall of flames. Her beam cut through the blue inferno and rocketed towards Zeeun, who quickly cut off the feed to his fireball and swung his shoulder forward. He rammed into the beam that Myra fired at him, a loud clang ringing out as it effectively bounced off of his shoulder plating and shot off into the distance.

After parrying her beam, Zeeun then charged forward, his feet stomping across the ground while he gave out a war cry.

Myra, gritting her teeth at her foe's persistence, sprang out of the way as the demon commander leapt at her and drove his foot into the earth where she'd been standing, sending a blast of ice into the air while she landed safely to the side and out of reach. The instant the Hera crouched and watched the demon's body become shrouded by a cloud of frost and dust, she quickly fanned her fingers out and produced several small, red energy blades in the form of ki kunai. Once the sharp weapons appeared between her knuckles, she flung them into the wall of fog.

The second Zeeun stood up, he got hit by the barrage of energy knives, most of them bouncing off of his armor, while two of them embedded in one of the spaces between his shoulder plating- impaling him with a loud squelch. Shouting in pain, the man staggered back and gripped the area he'd been hit, giving Myra the opening to rush forward and leap at him. Before he could respond with an appropriate counter, the Super Hera rammed into Zeeun's chest with both her feet and slammed him into the ground, causing another shockwave to rupture the ice as she dropped him. The second he was down, Myra produced a second beam sword in her hand and thrust down at him in a stabbing motion.

Zeeun, reacting quickly, caught the blade with one of his large hands and held it in place- growling furiously as he glared up at the woman bearing down on him with murderous intent. Both opponents then found themselves locked in a standstill- both of them fighting to slay the other and snarling as they put all the muscle they could summon into either trying to impale or throw the other off..

In the midst of all of this and as the two armies surrounding the battling commanders proceeded to open fire on one another yet again, another pair of warriors decided to make their grand reappearance to the stage. From the clouds high above, a series of rapid fire shockwaves and sonic booms screamed over the heads of the platoons, instinctively prompting many of the soldiers to duck and cover. The blasts of wind shaking the ground as a result, both Myra and Zeeun stopped for a moment to watch as Gohan and Lucoa blasted over them, both locked in a heated, high-speed engagement as the duo lashed out at one another with a flurry of blows. As they flew off into the distance and over the valleys, the pair continued to trade punches and kicks in a blur, rattling the battlefield from the very force they were exerting from each impact.

Through the storm of blows the pair traded with one another while moving through the sky in whatever direction the conflict took them, it was clear to see that the two young warriors had received quite a beating. Battered, bruised, and bleeding from multiple wounds already present on them, there was very little doubt that the pair had spent the better part of the last half hour going to town on one another. However, despite the clear amounts of damage both of them had sustained thus far, neither one of them were anywhere close to slowing down or stopping, as they carried on swinging at one another with great fury and unbridled passion.

In fact, it'd quickly become apparent that over the course of the fight, not only as Gohan's battle power climbing at an accelerated rate, but so was Lucoa's. This meant both of them were getting progressively stronger as their duel carried on.

Between the endless chains of blows they were hammering one another with, the dragon girl Lucoa suddenly spotted an opening in Gohan's pattern and quickly snuck several punches into it. Hitting him repeatedly and throwing off his rhythm, the adolescent reptile began laying on the abuse and proceeded to pound her smaller opponent with a string of merciless, unrelenting attacks. Seeing him finally stop attacking back gave Lucoa all the encouragement she needed to press forward, as she landed multiple earsplitting blows over and over again, all the while pushing him across the sky.

"Hahahahaha! My Saiyan! My Saiyan!" Lucoa laughed uproariously as she punched and kicked the hapless young child with a vicious bombardment of strikes. Watching his body warp and buckle under the storm, all the while his voice yelped out repeatedly in pain with each successful hit, the dragon girl sped up. "Come on! Hahaha! Come on! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight back!" She shouted over the sounds of her fists ravaging her foe, which sounded like gunfire exploding in their ears.

As she began to force the boy out of the sky, Lucoa saw her window and wound up for a finisher, swinging back her leg and then striking towards Gohan's hunched over form. Her leg cut through the air like a knife towards the seemingly stunned Super Saiyan. However, a split second before her attack could hit, the child's head shot up and his arms snapped around her leg, catching it, and swiftly crushing it at the joint so that it bent in a way no leg should ever be bent.

The loud snapping of bones was drowned out by Lucoa's howl of pain, the dragon swiftly retaliating against Gohan's cheeky leg lock by swinging her other leg up and striking him in the face with her heel. A loud bang rang out when the child's chin was knocked back, forcing the boy to release the limb as his eyes filled with stars. But before the dragon could follow up that attack with a second one, the demi-Saiyan responded by quickly spinning around and swinging his leg down at the approaching Lucoa, hitting her square in her chest and knocking her out of the sky. The girl's body screamed like a jet as she flew towards the icy planet below, eventually slamming into a glacier and caving it in under the force of her impact.

Gohan dove into the geyser of frost that gushed into the air after his opponent, whereupon moments later the sounds of more explosions and shockwaves within the cloud began ringing out. With the planet shaking around the cascading boulders of ice and the armies fighting nearby being forced to duck to avoid the debris that came flying their way, the spurt of rapid fire detonations from within the imploding mountain was ended when a body was eventually kicked out of the center.

As it turned out, Lucoa ended up flying out of the cloud of frost to crash into the battlefield- her body being sent tumbling between the two armies shooting at one another. When she eventually skidded to a stop on all fours, the dragon's wings fanned out as her wide eyes snapped up in the direction she'd been sent flying from. When she saw the cloud of fog that was the remains of the glacier part sharply, she then sprang to the side in time to avoid the flying kick Gohan came at her with, as the demi-Saiyan's form reappeared out of thin air to slam his feet into the ground after the missed attack.

Upon sliding to a stop and wheeling around to face his opponent, the young hero with the cracked armor and blood dripping from his forehead felt his eyes widen when he saw Lucoa dart to the side at blinding speed, before then charging right at him. "Crap!" Knowing exactly what was coming, Gohan dove out of the way to avoid the thrust of her wing, which she'd used to ram him with a couple times before as a guard breaker. The moment he dodged, he avoided the second swipe off her spiked tail that came immediately afterwards to blindside him, which prompted the demi-Saiyan to leap backwards through the air to gain distance and fire off a quick salvo of energy blasts.

Swinging her wings around, fanning them wide, and clapping them in front of her, Lucoa formed a protective shield ahead of her body that allowed her to defend against the barrage of beams, which bounced off of her scaled appendages or exploded against them with no effect. The moment she felt the barrage end, the girl flung her wings out and unleashed a concussive shockwave to ward off any further attempts of attack, before then springing into the sky at high speed and setting herself at an altitude above the battlefield.

Gohan, landing a safe distance from where she was, then watched as the glowing orange veins and gaps along the girl's scaled, curvaceous body intensified once again, indicating another energy spike. A split second after which, the girl reared back her head, inflated her chest, before throwing her head forward and unleashing a blast of highly concentrated lava from her mouth.

Eyes widening in alarm, Gohan leapt back as fast as he possibly could, just in time to watch as her super heated attack slammed into the ground with a thunderous roar and vaporized the ice plate he'd been standing on. As an enormous crater was melted into the floor and the valley surrounding the site fractured, Lucoa continued feeding fuel to her attack, the waves of which gushed out of the hole and began rolling after the retreating Saiyan- splashing over the landscape and threatening to run him down.

Back flipping away from a wave of lava as the dragon girl's attack pursued him across the landscape- at the same time noticing another wave from the blast inadvertently engulf a group of soldiers fighting nearby- Gohan decided to take action and landed atop a tower of rock. Before the rest of the attack could reach him, the boy formed a gun with the fingers and thumb of his right hand, aimed it skywards, and concentrated.

A cluster of six golden energy spheres rapidly formed around his finger, all of which orbited around a seventh sphere that hovered in front of his finger and sparked brightly. "Nōshintō Kōsen!" (Concussive Light Ray) The instant he shouted the mantra, the golden sphere fired from his finger with a loud bang and shot towards the attacking Lucoa, along with the other golden spheres.

The multi-beamed blast arced through the air before hitting the dragon girl square in the chest, detonating with a flashy explosion and effectively cutting her off from her attack. The shockwave generated by the blast of fire shook the landscape and knocked several distant soldiers off their feet, while Gohan merely knelt atop his pillar of stone with his finger extended and an intense look on his face.

Knowing that his opponent was still alive and well, Gohan didn't wave to wait long for Lucoa to retaliate as the winged warrior suddenly came blasting out of the bottom of the cloud of fire and dove towards him at breakneck speeds. Prompting charging another beam attack from his finger gun, the boy grunted as he let off another shot, a loud bang ringing out as he sent another golden beam shooting towards his approaching foe.

His attack however missed when Lucoa darted sharply to the side and avoided the blast, before eventually beginning to tear across the sky around her grounded opponent in a wide arc.

Tracking her with his senses, Gohan fired off several more high-powered bullet rounds from his finger as he attempted to snipe the girl out of the air, only to watch Lucoa expertly weave around his blasts before dropping altitude, indiscriminately smashing through several distant mountains, obliterating their peaks, and sending their remains cascading down their hosts in the form of several icy avalanches. The adolescent dragon moved so fast across through the air that she didn't even care she was crashing through multiple rocky obstacles- avoiding all of Gohan's attacks as she literally did a full lap around her foe while he unleashed barrages of concentrated beam attacks in her direction.

After the Saiyan child missed with every single shot, he then brought up his other hand, formed a gun with it, and began rapid firing at the dragon with duel bang blasts. This increased consistency of attacks seemed to get a reaction from his airborne opponent, as he saw Lucoa suddenly perform a barrel roll mid flight and begin diving towards him yet again. As her form smashed through another mountain lying in her path and obliterated it, Gohan unleashed a hail of beam attacks at her, only recoil in alarm when he saw them all bounce off of her body as she folded in her wings, powered through his barrage, and cut a path straight towards him like a falcon diving towards its prey.

"Crap!" Gohan uttered, while unleashing several more beams from his two fingers.

Her increase in speed allowing her streamlined form to bounce his salvo of piercing shots, Lucoa cut through his assault with ease, prompting the demi-Saiyan to stop his attacks and load up his fist for a punch. Though Gohan managed to telegraph the girl's approach, when she eventually flew into his range, she dodged his counter, swung a hand over his extending arm, and slammed a hand into Gohan's startled face.

The demi-Saiyan only had enough time to let out a muffled yelp as Lucoa effortlessly picked him up off his rocky perch, carried him, drew his hapless body back, before slamming his face into the icy floor. Without even slowing down, the dragon girl began to plough the battlefield with Gohan's face, dragging his head through the ice and earth, and carving a human-sized trench through the ground for several hundred yards.

Laughing as she did so, Lucoa listened to Gohan's yelps and cries of agony as she farmed the planet's surface with the Super Saiyan's face. Eventually, after a few seconds of flight, she lifted Gohan's body up, and dumped him into the ground with a loud bang. Once he was released, the grinning Lucoa then sprang back as fast as she could to get out of range of any potential retaliation.

Gohan, stars swirling in his eyes, picked himself out of the divot he made in the ground, shook the ice out of his hair, before then spitting out a tooth. Seeing the blood from his mouth splatter across the floor, the child smirked as he sensed his opponent retreat. "Not bad. That was a slick move," he rasped, before then snapping his eyes around and grinning at his retreating foe. "Now it's my turn!" Crouching forward onto all fours, the child loaded up his legs before blasting off with a clap of thunder.

Seeing her foe dart across the ground towards her on all fours like a cheetah in full sprint, a defensive Lucoa- her body steaming and glowing from the cracks- loaded up her wings and swung them forward. Slicing them through the air in the manner she did allowed her to launch another barrage of hardened scales towards her approaching foe, with each projectile flashing through the air as they flew towards the boy with the intent of cutting him to shreds.

However, before the first wave of blades could hit, the sprinting Gohan's body suddenly flickered mid stride before darting around the hail of blades. Zipping from side to side at such speeds that he left multiple after images in his wake, the charging Super Saiyan gave a wide grin as he powered up, coated himself in his aura, and bolted forward- his form letting off a loud sonic boom.

Changing course and beginning to sprint around his foe, Gohan began rushing around his foe to line himself up for his strike. When the girl launched more scales his way, he blitzed through them, allowing them to pepper the ground behind him while he forced the dragon to swivel about to track him. After running a full lap around the girl, Gohan spotted an opening in Lucoa's attacks, which he quickly capitalized on.

The moment the girl drew her wing back after another unsuccessful attempt to hit him with her scales, the half-Saiyan warrior sharply changed course and charged towards her- his hands and feet pounding the ground as his aura exploded around him at full blast. Doing so offered him yet another burst of speed, which Gohan used to send himself flying at the girl, during which time he wound back his right arm and swung forward. "ORAAAA!" With a loud crack, he managed to nail the startled dragon girl with a clothes line to the neck, which hit with the force of a train and sent the girl into a backwards, head over heels spin.

Gohan flew past her on the follow-through, allowing the winged girl to spin three times before slamming into the ground back first. The instant she hit the floor and let out a yelp, the fast-moving demi-Saiyan kicked his feet into the floor and threw himself into the sky. Turning as he climbed altitude, the boy took aim at the girl on the floor below, swung back his arms, and then thrust them down.

Doing so allowed him to cast two beams of golden energy from his palms, which whipped through the air like a pair of ropes before striking the ground on either side of Lucoa, startling the dragon girl as she quickly scrambled to her feet. The moment the beams of light embedded into the icy floor, Gohan gripped them with his hands, gave a hard pull, and yanked himself out of the air- practically sling-shooting himself towards his opponent, who was now crouching squarely in his crosshairs.

With a sonic boom, the boy flew right into Lucoa and slammed into her with a full-on shoulder tackle. The fact that his body had been super-charged by his aura meant that the instant he collided with her and drove the girl into the floor, a golden explosion erupted from him and swallowed up both in a flash of fire. However, due to concentrating all of his momentum into a single point, the effect of the explosion hit Lucoa only and knocked the dragon girl flying out of the crater. The speed she was carried with was so great her body practically tumbled bonelessly from hill to hill, before eventually colliding with a distant rock and smashing it to smithereens.

The Cooler soldiers fighting in that area all ducked as the foxhole they were shooting from was showered by rock and ice. When the shaking stopped, the corporal amongst them poked his head up and gaped. "What the hell was that?"

His answer came when he saw Lucoa clamber out of the hole she'd made, shake her head, and snarl towards her opponent over a hundred meters away.

Gohan, taking his signature on-fours stance, grinned back at the girl while she crouched in her hole, her body looking quite singed and bruised after that tackle hit she took. With blood dripping from multiple open wounds on both warriors, the pair looked just about ready to call it in.

Only they weren't.

After panting hard several times, Lucoa then bolted forward with a roar, lunging at Gohan with a clawed strike. The demi-Saiyan meanwhile darted to the side and dodged the adolescent's attack, allowing her to plot into the ground as opposed to him. After the dragon girl smashed through the ice when she missed her target, she quickly wheeled around, loaded up her right hand, and thrust it forward, unleashing an energy blast in the form of a blast of fire.

The torrent of flames arced towards Gohan as he sprang across the valley, his golden form avoiding the attack and allowing it to strike a group of Slug soldiers taking cover behind a ridge. As the hill detonated and sent a group of men flying through the air, the half-Saiyan half pint landed on the ground and once again coated his hands with two spheres of energy. Flinging his right hand forward, he sent a length of golden energy whipping through the air to strike Lucoa, smacking the dragon girl across the shoulder in a flash of sparks and flames. He did the same thing with the left, slashing out with the length of energy and whipping the girl again from the opposite direction. And from there he repeated, making long-ranged strikes with the two golden whips from his hands and laying the smackdown on his foe.

OOO

(Meanwhile)

Watching the progress of the battle playing out on the hologram comfortably from his seat- his cheek resting against his knuckles while his fingers drummed his armrest- the initially silent Lord Slug cocked an eyebrow when he saw the camera focus on the fight between Gohan and Lucoa. Seeing the projection focus in on the golden haired child, he, Kuriza, and the stricken Ginyu Force members watched as the kid whipped and struck away at his foe with blindly quick swings from the golden ropes of energy he was swinging around his body.

Upon seeing his whips crash across Lucoa from the side and send the dragon girl staggering away, trailing smoke, the Namekian warlord murmured in an intrigued manner. "That boy… he's giving my subordinate quite a run for her money," he remarked, drawing looks from the Ginyu Force while Kuriza watched with his hands in his lap and his back stiff as a board. Watching Gohan land another slash across the girl and sent her stumbling away had the green ruler frown. "It's not every day a fighter is able to damage Lucoa-chan that badly."

Kuriza, blinking in awe as he saw the dragon girl charge in at Gohan on screen, only to get whipped away by a well-timed, sideways swipe from his golden band, then stuttered when he noticed something odd about the exchange. "Hey. I-Isn't that boy… a… a Saiyan?" He asked, his voice sounding both curious and surprised at the same time.

Captain Ginyu, catching onto this, glanced up in alarm. "Huh? A Saiyan?"

"That's… impossible…" Recoome groaned out, looking up through a swollen eye at the hologram to get a better look at the child making sport of Lord Slug's strongest pawn. Up until now, neither one of them recognized the kid was a member of that race. They just assumed he was from another one altogether. "I… I thought Lord Frieza… destroyed all the Saiyans… when he wiped out their home planet."

"Too right, mate," Jeice answered, the little back and forth drawing Lord Slug's gaze over to them. "He wasted every single one of those monkeys with a single attack. Their entire world. Zarbon told me himself…"

"Well… all except for Vegeta and his friends," Guldo added at the end, gritting his teeth slightly when he made mention of the man's name. "Personally… I think Lord Frieza should've done them all in on the same day…"

Burter, ignoring the blood dripping over his eye, frowned when he craned his head up towards the projection, which he found quite hard to do on account of his entire body being held in place by their enemy's telekinesis. "So… how come there's a Saiyan… fighting in Lord Cooler's elite? As far as I know… there aren't any Saiyans living in his part of space…"

After watching the screen for a bit on longer, the battered and exhausted Jeice then clenched his fists when he saw, to his astonishment, Gohan fling another whip at Lucoa and knock her back with a blast of sparks. "Well… one thing's for sure… that little ankle biter is strong… and kicking ass…"

Hearing the explosion on screen of the fight and watching the young Super Saiyan whip his energy bands around him in an aggressive yet stylish manner, drew a smile from Kuriza as the boy prince clenched his hands against his lap. "Y-Yeah. He's… incredible…"

Noticing the look of admiration come over the young heir to Frieza's Empire, Lord Slug narrowed his eyes on the child, before then glancing back at the hologram. After several seconds of observing Gohan expertly ward off Lucoa's advances with several more, devastating strikes, a smirk tugged at the Namekian's lips. "Hmm… yes. Incredible indeed."

At that moment, an idea slowly started to percolate in the old warlord's mind- one of great promise and potential…

OOO

(Back with the action)

Deciding to retaliate after being hit across the head and chest by her opponent's streams of golden light for the twentieth time in a row, a noticeably pissed off Lucoa pitched a ball of fire towards the boy in attempt to knocked him back, only to watch the Super Saiyan child use one of his whips to smack the attack away, and counter with another swing from long range. Ducking under the band of ki when it shot across at her and taking note of its unorthodox angle, the girl lobbed yet another ball from her hand across the ground, bouncing the flaming sphere towards the child and ending up clipping him in the shoulder.

"Gah!" Yelping from the fiery sphere that took off the tip of his protective shoulder plate, the young Super Saiyan answered with a big swing from the golden energy whip from his right hand and flung it at the dragon. However, the moment his attack swung in, Lucoa managed to catch it with her clawed hand and grip the solid beam tight. Once she had him and wrapped the band around her forearm, the dragon gave a hard pull on the string of energy, and yanked Gohan towards her. "What the- WAAAAAH!"

So caught off guard by the maneuver, Gohan was unable to guard when Lucoa- still gripping his energy whip- spun into his approaching body and nailed him in the face with a spinning back fist. Clocking him in the skull, she then spun the opposite direction and nailed him in the body with her tail, smashing him off his feet and sending him careening across the battlefield between the two opposing lines.

The soldiers on both Cooler's side and Lord Slug side watched in awe and alarm as Gohan's body went screaming past them- bouncing across the ice and up into the air like rag doll. The second his body flew by, Lucoa bolted after him, sprinting in pursuit of the youngster before jumping after him when his body bounced on its third hill. With almost perfect time, the grinning dragon girl caught up to the hapless Super Saiyan and slammed into him crotch first, catching his head and neck, and crushing it between her thighs.

Spinning them both horizontally through the air, Lucoa then swung the stunned Gohan towards the ground. The moment he saw the floor approaching him in bullet time, the demi-Saiyan experienced a single moment of lucidity as his face paled and a dumb smile crossed his lips.

"Ohh… this is gonna hurt…" the child thought.

A split second later, it was as if somebody set off an entire storehouse of dynamite in the middle of the icy battlefield, as Gohan was literally slammed face-first into the ground by Lucoa's thighs. The ground split and chunks of ice gushed into the air with the geyser that occurred, as the dragon girl executed the wrestling move of the century that would've most certainly killed any other opponent. The soldiers watching from both Cooler's and Lord Slug's lines all winced in unison at the savagery they'd just witnessed.

When the frost and fog cleared seconds later, a second round of cringes occurred amongst the forces when they saw Gohan's legs sticking straight up into the air as his head was firmly planted into the floor. His feet and toes twitching, the child remained poised there for a full ten seconds, allowing the soldiers on his side to get a good view of his current predicament.

The sight would've been downright comical, if it didn't look agonizingly painful at the same time.

"Damn… he's going to be feeling that in the morning," one of the Cooler soldiers remarked, earning nods from his fellow compatriots.

After Gohan's body twitched a couple of times, Lucoa, who'd previously been crouching outside of the large crater she'd made with his body, jumped into the fissure where he was, grabbed the boy by the ankle, and yanked him out of the ground with a pop. Grinning broadly, the winged female glared down at the youngster through her glowing red eyes, only to tilt her head curiously when she heard the Super Saiyan chuckle.

His chuckling quickly transforming into full-blown laughter, the dragon then saw the blonde monkey boy glance up at her from his upside down position- a broad, Cheshire smile pulled across his lips and his turquoise eyes widened manically. "Hahaha! Yes! YES! I LOVE THIS! This is awesome! More! GIVE ME MORE, LU-CHAN!" The boy practically screamed, at the same time winding up both his hands and thrusting them up at his foe, whereupon he launched a two-handed ki blast into her face at point blank range.

The flash that occurred hit Lucoa square in the nose and engulfed her head, the explosion knocking her off her feet, drawing a startled yelp from her, and sending her flying back- trailing smoke. When Gohan dropped, he cartwheeled down and landed in a crouched position on the ground, watching through his mad smile as Lucoa's smoking body slammed into the ground on all fours and skidded to a stop.

When she shook off the smoke, the girl with the ash burns on her cheeks snarled up at the boy before bolting forward with a flash of fire. The ground exploding behind her from the speed she used, the girl dove at the boy from up high, powering through the second ki blast he launched at her and grabbing him by the shoulders. The instant she had him, she shoved him back and drove him into the floor, smashing a human-sized divot into the ice.

As soon as she had him pinned, Lucoa opened her mouth wide and chomped down into Gohan's neck, her razor-sharp teeth burying into his flesh and drawing blood. The act of which drew a cry of pain from the child as the dragon girl proceeded to cut into his vein and drink from him, blood oozing out as she guzzled down whatever came out. Thanks to her hands pinning down his arms and her knee pressing down on his chest, all the child could do was writhe and scream in pain as Lucoa had her way with him.

Tearing her jaws away seconds later and splattering blood over the ground, Lucoa swung her head back and gave a mighty roar- the act of which sending a shockwave off of her body as the glowing veins of her scales flared brightly. After giving her primal screech to the sky, the dragon girl inhaled deeply before running her tongue over her lips, moaning when she tasted Gohan's blood on her.

"Mmm… yeeess… this taste. So strong… so delicious…" she breathed, before snapping her eyes back down to Gohan to see the child with the teeth marks in his neck grinning back at her. "I want you, Saiyan. I want ALL of you! My Saiyan! Mine. Mine. ALL MINE!" She then grabbed the top of his skull with one of her hands, yanked his head to the side, and prepared to go in for another bite.

Gohan, panting and grinning excitedly with battle mania, wasn't too keen on letting the girl take another chomp out of him. So, before she had a chance to lunge for his torn neck, he wound up the arm she'd released, clenched his fist, and threw it up- firing a kiai shockwave point blank in her face. The blast knocked the dragon off of his body and sent her flying away, tumbling across the land several times before once again sliding to a stop.

When the Super Saiyan kipped back up onto his feet, he dropped down into an aggressive fighting stance and snarled, his golden tail whipping behind him like a wild animal while the chunk missing from his neck rapidly healed over as he channeled all his ki into the area to accelerate the repairs. Lucoa, grinning excitedly and bleeding from the bottom lip of her snout, also gave a guttural growl of her own. Of course, the pair's standoff was not to last, as the pair were suddenly and quite rudely interrupted when the armies on both sides of the field began firing at them- with Lord Slug's soldiers coming out from their hiding places to blast at Gohan, while those on Cooler's side started taking pot shots at Lucoa and charging at her into the open.

The two youngsters lurched from the opening blaster shots that struck them in their backs and- in typical, reactive fashion- both of them gnashes their teeth at their attackers and responded by firing blasts back at the troops, wiping out two whole squads and forcing the others to take cover.

With the pair drawing other combatants to their engagement, and Myra and Commander Zeeun still locked in their fight a short distance away, it seemed as though the battle for the planet was finally coming to a head. However, just as the youngest, wildest pair of fighters prepared to go after one another again after shrugging off the barrages of lasers hitting them, the piercing howl of an approaching jet followed by a multitude of violent explosions ripping across Lord Slug's line caused both Gohan and Lucoa to instinctively crouch down.

At that exact moment, the headquarters of Cooler's Armored Squadron and the group's mobile home base, The Comet, came screaming overhead, unloading a dense concentration of blaster fire on the enemy lines and dropping a ton of ordinance on the defending demon forces. Explosions similar to napalm engulfed the white, armored legions of Lord Slug's legions, and incinerated them in a glorious wall of orange flames. The ship itself made a low run across the entire front, while simultaneous lining up and taking several shots at Lucoa- whom Shira was able to spot through her ship's scopes.

"Got yah, bitch," the blonde, red-skinned captain of the vessel said while pressing down on the triggers, watching as the cannons on the front of her ship strafed the space where Quetzalcoatl was standing.

The moment the corvette unloaded its rounds on the icy valley and managed to hit the dragon girl a few times- knocking her over with a shot to the chest- the ship fired up its thrusters and took off, roaring loudly as it arced up into the sky.

Lucoa, not taking kindly to getting hit so hard by the ship's cannon that it actually singed the scales of her breasts, glared after the retreating vessel and roared at it.

Commandeer Zeeun meanwhile, managing to knock Myra away with a swift backhand, was able to observe The Comet make its bombing run and wipe out a shitload of his troops. Upon seeing it pull up and away from the battlefield, the armored general clenched his teeth in a rage and, remembering all too well the interaction he'd had with the pilot earlier, pointed up at it. "LUCOA! BLOW THAT PIECE OF JUNK… OUT OF THE SKY!" He managed to bellow out, before being forced to block a downward sword swing from Myra when she came leaping at him with an overhead strike.

Hearing the commander's order loud and clear, the irate dragon girl fanned her wings and shot up into the sky, quickly giving pursuit of the corvette as it retreated. Gohan, seeing his opponent give chase to his group's ship, quickly powered up and bolted after her, resulting in both opponents rocketing into the sky in the form of two streaks of light- a fiery orange one and a golden one.

As The Comet attempted to get away from the battlefield, the ship inadvertently passed over the enemy's hangar area. The instant they crossed into its vicinity, a group of twelve, silver-plated saucers similar in design to Slug's largest ship were immediately deployed from the hangar bay, and the men piloting the craft quickly gave pursuit to the streamlined corvette.

The instant the smaller saucers pulled up behind the ship and locked onto its tail, they began opening fire on it with blaster bolts from their forward cannons. Soon The Comet found itself in a bit of trouble, as laser bolts started streaking past its white hull and flak began bursting all around it.

Towards the back of the bridge, Deita- the maintenance officer of the ship- had occupied the rear gunner position. When he spotted the saucers coming at them from below, he immediately engaged the rear cannons, locked the ships in his crosshairs, and opened fire on them. Golden bolts launched from the back of the corvette, leading to an exchange of lasers between both the prey and the pursuers.

While the alien of Burter's race swiveled about in the rear gunners seat, taking pot shots at the saucers swarming about in his view port, the blue alien suddenly blinked when he saw an orange ball of flames fly into formation with the saucers. When he zoomed the cannon's targeting screen onto the mysterious approaching object, he balked when he saw an angry dragon girl glaring back at him and quickly engaged the headgear he was wearing.

"Uhh… Captain… we have dragon girl incoming… and she's pissed," Deita called out, his voice breaking slightly as he quickly gripped the handles of his gun and began firing blaster bolts towards the approaching fireball. But despite scoring at least two hits, none of the ship's cannons seemed to deter her. "Oh crap. This isn't good."

Shira, noticing the enemy approaching her on her radar screen at the ship's helm, cracked a smile and looked back over her shoulder. "Heh. Looks like I managed to reel in a big one," she remarked, before quickly making adjustments on her forward console and making a hard turn. "Don't worry. I'll try to lose her."

As The Comet veered, while simultaneously still receiving fire from the saucers pursuing it, Lucoa's flaming form bolted past her squadron allies and quickly caught up to the corvette. Dodging the blaster bolts fired from the rear gun, the dragon attempted to hit it with a fire ball from her hand- only to watch her attack bounce off of its energy shield. Gritting her teeth, she then quickly pulled up alongside the ship's bridge, spotted its main forward window, and dove for it. The flame aura coating her body promptly dissipating on her descent and leaving only the flames from her spines still burning, the dragon girl landed directly in front of the bridge on all fours, and skidded to a stop on its hull.

Halting directly in front of the window, Lucoa glared into The Comet's cockpit and command center, where she saw Shira glaring right back at her from the ship's helm.

After a quick stare off between both the pilot and the angry dragon girl, the winged pursuer then bared her teeth and drew back her fist to smash through the window and kill the crew. However, the instant she wound up, Shira quickly reached down and flipped a switch. The result was the bridge's specially designed anti-solar shield being cranked up to full power, which instantly sent over a million volts of electricity rushing into the dragon girl's body. Her brown, scaled form practically lit up like a blue Christmas tree light and a howl of pain echoed from her lips as she was subjected to the frigate's specially modded defense systems.

"You think I'm just gonna let you waltz into my ship uninvited?" Shira asked through the glass as she watched Lucoa get cooked by the bolts of lightning running up her body and zapping off of her. "Think again, girl."

Lucoa, gritting her teeth as she physically fought back against the currents of electricity frying her organs, balled her clawed hand into a fist and prepared to ram it into the glass. However, just as she was about to take a swing at the glass, a golden blur suddenly tackled her from the side and sent both of them tumbling across the forward hull of the vessel. After rolling across the metal surface, the dragon girl skidded to a stop on all fours and glared up at the figure who'd attacked her, and saw Gohan crouching defensively in front of his ship's bridge.

The Super Saiyan child shot her a grin. "Hey! Don't forget about me!" He then sprinted forward across the ship at full speed.

Lucoa, grinning back eagerly, answered the child's question with a screech and charged at him as well, meeting him in the middle and ramming into him with her claw, which he skillfully parried. From there, the pair began a vicious, yet superbly styled hand-to-hand exchange atop the smooth hull of The Comet, their bodies turning into two barely discernible blurs as they circled around one another trading blows and parries, all while keeping themselves balanced atop the fast-moving ship.

Despite the fierce winds and gravity working against them, both Gohan and Lucoa carried on with their dance of death with shockingly no difficulty- almost like their physics defying act was going completely over their head. All the while the pair were watched by a rather surprised Shira, who then resumed her piloting as the saucers on her tail kept on fighting her.

The chase between the ships, the explosions going off around the retreating corvette, and the fight between Gohan and Lucoa on the top of its hull, all came together to make a highly visceral and intense battle amidst this war.

As the ship turned through the clouds, avoiding a stream of blasts from the saucers still locked onto its tail, Gohan managed to duck inside his opponent's defenses when she missed him with a slash, and lay into her with several swift blows to the face. After cracking her cheeks with a few solid hooks, he suddenly had his fist caught by the girl's clawed hand, before Lucoa- growling in frustration- bit into his forearm.

Gohan let out a rather hilarious scream when he felt the girl's fangs sink into his flesh a second time as she tried to take another chunk out of him, which led to him letting out a bark of anger. "OW! That's it!" While the girl still had her teeth in him, the boy leapt forward, grabbed the horn on her head for leverage, and then bit into her neck.

His jaws sinking into her smooth neck, forced Lucoa to let go and cry out as well, as the boy got payback for all the pain she'd caused him. Dropping to her knees as Gohan gnawed at her flesh, the dragon girl clawed and grabbed at the boy's hair to try and get him too let go. However, try as she might, the child just kept on biting her as he slowly drew blood from her hot flesh.

Shira, finding the sight of the two kids biting each other quite peculiar, then winched when she felt her ship unexpectedly buck from another laser bolt going off directly under her thrusters. "Damn it!"

Noticing the warning lights flash across the corvette's shield stats, Niyusu- still seated down in the crew pit as Shira made another evasive turn- quickly rerouted power from the forward nose to the back to reinforce the barrier. "That was a close one, captain! A few more hits like that and we'll lose our back shields!"

"Don't worry! This girl's tough enough to take a supernova to the face! It'll take a lot more than a few high-powered heat bolts to scratch her!" Quickly responding to her bridge officer's report, Shira rapidly keyed into her console to divert power to the engines she wanted. "Still, I'm going to have to ditch these assholes. Hold on!" The moment she felt the engines get a huge kick, the pilot then yanked forward on the stick and sent the corvette into a fast dive. The instant the ship lurched forward and everything inside of it slid towards the nose, the captain then quickly barked over the ship's intercom. "Hey, Gohan! You and your girlfriend might want to duck! Things are about to get hairy!"

Gohan and Lucoa, both of whom were rolling around in front of the ship's bridge and punching each other full MMA style, then stopped when they heard Shira's voice over the ship's outside speakers. "What?" The Saiyan asked out loud, before the two of them looked towards the nose of the ship. It was then the pair's eyes widened like saucers when they saw that The Comet was in fact hard diving towards the ground and a canyon- the cliffs of which were far too close to each other for anything other than the ship they were on to fit through. "Oh, crap baskets!"

The instant they realized what Shira intended to do and what was going to happen, Lucoa rolled off of Gohan, got next to him, and both youngsters lay flat against the top of the corvette's hull. At that exact moment, the pair felt hundreds of feet of ice and rock go rushing past them- literally a few inches from their faces and chests- as the captain of the ship began flying the corvette through the canyon and into the bowels of the ice planet below.

At that moment, Shira decided to play an epic orchestral score over the ship's speakers as she tilted the ship and began weaving her way between the ice walls, the vessel's lights guiding her as she began dodging ice pillars and spikes all the way down. Lord Slug's saucers of course continued chasing the ship as directed, only for a couple of them to crash and explode when they failed to maneuver properly. But what essentially unfolded from there was a chase like no other, as the red-skinned pilot took the corvette and her pursuers inside the planet through the most unthinkable passage imaginable.

As The Comet dove and weaved, sparks flew off of its hull as it scraped against the ice cliffs a couple of times, with a couple of skids happening way too close for Gohan and Lucoa's liking. Regardless, when the pair noticed a moment of space, the dragon girl turned into the boy and slashed at him, with the child parrying and countering with punches. The pair continued to fight on their backs, rolling across the ship's hull and towards the bridge's window, while Shira expertly piloted the ship's streamlined ass through the corridor.

Deita, managing to blast another saucer with the back turret, noticed how close the ice walls were and threw his hands up in disbelief. "Are we seriously doing this?!"

"Absolutely," Shira shouted back over the radio, grinning as she moved her head to the beat of the orchestral music while making a harder turn. "Hold onto your butts!" She then pressed the triggers of the forward cannons and blasted a few ice stalactites hanging in her path.

Doing so caused them to drop- and while she managed to duck The Comet under the massive falling spikes- two of the five remaining saucers chasing them weren't so lucky, and ended up ramming into them and exploding.

After a full minute of dodging ice pillars and boulders lining the canyon she was flying through, Shira eventually changed course and sent the ship upwards. Doing so caused both the brawling Gohan and Lucoa to roll back along the ship's surface, the pair of them still tangled up in one another's limbs and punching one another. After rolling over the bridge, the dragon girl swung an arm out and rammed a claw into one of the steel plates, burying into it with her nails and hooking herself there. The Super Saiyan meanwhile grabbed hold of her back and, locking his legs around her waist, began driving repeated elbows into her face.

As Lucoa yelped out in pain from the hits while holding on for dear life, The Comet ascended through the canyon at high speed, avoiding more ice spikes while dodging blaster fire from behind. For several seconds it seemed like the saucers pursuing the vessel were about to have them. However, when Shira saw a wall coming up, she then fired a proton torpedo into it, obliterated it, and flew through the rubble. The saucers on the other hand weren't so lucky and ended up smashing right into the falling debris, which ripped them to shreds.

The moment they exploded and the ballot fire chased The Comet, the corvette busted out of the canyon and back to the planet's surface- shooting straight up into the sky. The increased velocity Shira managed to apply when she punched the ship's thrusters into overdrive caused Lucoa's grip to loosen, the dragon girl throwing a few elbows back into Gohan's face while he kept on punishing her with knee and elbow strikes.

Then, after the dragon girl reached back to grab the Saiyan child's head to rip him off of her, the boy threw a hand forward and blasted the metal panel she was grabbing, destroying it and sending both of them plummeting from the ship and out of the sky.

As The Comet shot up into low orbit, Gohan fell with Lucoa- his legs still wrapped around her as he gripped her throat and continued punching her face. After taking several hits the girl retaliated with a few of her own, cracking the boy a few times across the cheek before she grabbed his shoulder and breathed fire at him at point blank range. The half-Saiyan hero had the right sense of mind to duck under her mouth blast and uppercut her in the chin, knocking her back and effectively separating both of them mid fall. However, as both of them descended towards the valleys below, they continued to duke it out.

Swinging her tail up at him, the angry Lucoa attempted to slash the Saiyan with the flaming spikes at the end. But Gohan, quick as ever, caught her appendage, gripped it hard, and pulled her. "GOT YAH!" He called out, tossing her around and sending both of them into a high speed spin, which caused the dragon girl to let out a startled scream.

Spinning her around in circles over two dozen times in less than a second as they plummeted from the sky, the Super Saiyan then gritted his teeth, inhaled sharply, and yelled out as he released Lucoa's tail and tossed her towards the planet. The result was the winged female plummeting out of control from the sky and eventually slamming back first into the icy planet a mile below with an earsplitting crack.

As the scaled girl effectively punched a three-hundred foot wide crater into the middle of the region, leaving her stunned and in a daze, Gohan was able to wind himself up and prepare his finishing move. Continuing to fall, the child threw himself into a spin as the flames of his energy blasted around him, effectively accelerating him as he dove towards the planet and the exact spot where Lucoa had landed. Spotting her lying sprawled out at the bottom of her hole, the grinning boy then let out a boisterous laugh as he threw his arms out, straightened his legs, and dropped the rest of the way out of the sky in what could only be described as a Mach 20 swan dive.

"BANZAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIII!" He cried out, laughing joyously as his golden body visibly began to burn up as he made final approach towards the ground.

By the time Lucoa opened her eyes, she was only able to let out a gasp of alarm when, a split second later, Gohan slammed into her chest with his- and a shockwave equivalent to that given off by a hydrogen bomb ruptured the countryside.

The dome of wind that exploded out from the point the laughing Super Saiyan collided with Lucoa not only sent cracks across the entire northern hemisphere of the planet, but it also parted all of the clouds above and caused a portion of the entire planet to implode on itself. In fact, Gohan's full body slam with the dragon was so damn powerful, it actually distorted the face of Lord Slug's ice planet to the point that Cooler- who was watching the battle from his ship- saw one part of the planet's curvature sink.

It was actually quite a spectacle to observe from orbit.

The entire event lasted a full minute, with the landscape practically shuddering under the blow it received. When the frost and dust inevitably settled, it revealed a crater sitting smack bang in the middle of the countryside so massive, anyone glimpsing it from afar would think that either a large comet or a small moon had collided with the planetoid. However, when moving towards the heart of the ground zero site, the true cause of the anomaly revealed himself when he pulled himself out of the pile of rock he was buried under and shook the granite out of his blonde hair.

"Woo! That was great!" Gohan laughed, having executed the finishing move he'd been practicing with Dore to near perfection. Considering the fact that his body slam concentrated all of his energy into his center mass and had him ram all of it into his opponent at a single point, there was absolutely no way anyone was walking away from it. However, since he'd been up against an opponent who was as tenacious as he was, the child had no qualms in holding it back, and thus pulled it out when every other move he'd tried had failed. "So, Lu-chan? Are you done yet?"

When he looked down at the spot where he expected the dragon girl to be lying, the demi-Saiyan blinked in surprise when he didn't see her body there. In fact, after inspecting the ground at his feet and around him, he noticed that there wasn't a trace of her to be found.

"Huh? Wait… didn't I-? I could've sworn I hit her," Gohan mumbled, wondering what in the world had happened to the Ryujin. After a few seconds of searching, his eyes widened. "Oh no. Could I have…? Did I…?" Disintegrate her? Vaporize her? Hell, he landed on her with enough force to rupture the entire planet, so there was a small chance he could've- for all intents and purposes- turned her into dust.

Of course, as the Super Saiyan in the now battered body armor and ripped purple suit thought he'd ended the dragon girl, a loud stomp followed by a deep growl suddenly caused his body to stiffen. Feeling a hot breath of air against the back of his neck, Gohan quickly wheeled around and looked up towards the towering wall of smoke hanging behind him. As his eyes panned skyward, he suddenly spotted a massive shadow emerge from the grey and a pair of red hot, burning eyes appear from the smog to glare down at him.

After craning his gaze several stories above the ground to meet the floating red orbs, the half-Saiyan fighter then felt his breath still in his throat when he saw the wall of smoke get blown away by a sudden, fierce gust of wind. The instant it did, he watched as a carpet of flames burst into life along the enormous, sweeping back of what he immediately recognized as a full-grown, village-sized, and very pissed off dragon standing over him.

Her brown scales glittering under the veil of flames raging from the length of spines lining her broad, armored hide, and her wings fanning out to their full, majestic breadth, Lucoa made her grand re-emergence onto the field in a display fit for any creature of myth and legend. Though still bearing the bruises and cuts from her lengthy fight with the Super Saiyan thus far, the dragon girl had nonetheless undergone a second transformation on top of the blazing one she'd busted out earlier. However, the evolution she'd undergone this time was far more pronounced and impressive than the first one, as instead of simply lighting up her body with a multitude of molten veins and fiery spikes, the scaled warrior had managed to do the impossible, and grew into a giant, fire breathing titan- the likes of which Gohan had only ever seen back on Earth.

And unlike the ones back on his home planet, Lucoa's Great Dragon form was far more imposing and terrifying then those he'd read in his books.

Huffing angrily and breathing out a cloud of steam, the now gargantuan reptile of a monster took a big step forward and dug her enlarged claws into the ground- her body noticeably more streamlined and lizard-like to accommodate her newly acquired mass. When she stepped forward, she leaned her head in, allowing her snout to hover directly in front of the startled Gohan.

When he saw the beast's eyes fixed squarely on him, the Super Saiyan blinked, before chuckling nervously. "Heh. So you had a transformation like this as well? Who'd have thought?" She must've brought it out the instant she got hit by his body slam to save herself from being knocked out. Smart.

Unfortunately Quetzalcoatl wasn't inclined to give Gohan any time to dwell on this realization, because as soon as she heard his remark, the giant dragoness reared her massive head back and opened her mouth- steam gushing out as the flames along her back intensified and the back of her throat started to glow.

Gohan, hearing her snarl, smirked and dropped into a fighting stance, before then blitzing forward and delivering a solid punch to her forward leg. His attack landing with a loud thud and causing the giant dragon to look down in surprise, the demi-Saiyan then unloaded several more hits in rapid succession- striking her forward ankle repeatedly with a string of blows.

"This may not do a lot of damage-!" Gohan shouted, landing one last kick that dented one of her scales before leaping off to the side and landing a safe distance away. When he did, he brought his hands up defensively and grinned. "But it'll definitely leave a bruise!"

The second he made that comment, with surprising flexibility and speed the boy wasn't expecting, the hybrid saw Lucoa spin around, open her mouth, and reveal an orange ball of highly concentrated flames glowing in the back of her throat. The instant she opened her jaws at her opponent, she fired it, engulfing Gohan in a blinding flash of light as his expression turned from excited to horrified in a heartbeat.

"Crap… I'm dead…" Was Gohan's last, conscious thought, before his body ended up being swallowed up by the girl's now significantly more powerful fire breath at point blank range.

The angle at which the giant Lucoa fired her fully charged attack was so steep and at such close proximity that the dragon wound up blasting Gohan straight into the planet's crust- her beam tunneling into the ground and sending the stunned Super Saiyan tearing through layers upon layers of rock at blinding speed. From level to level the child was sent barreling through the plate, his scream of agony drowned out by the roar of flames that came gushing out of the dragon's maw, which tunneled into the planet with such power and range that she wound up creating a second thermonuclear blast inside the ice planet itself.

The countryside rippled and wrapped from the shockwave that traveled outwards, with the cracks and crevices formed from Gohan's body slam lighting up a hot orange. As if a volcano itself was erupting, the entire planet's tectonic plate was further hammered by the force of the dragon girl's blow, which practically decimated her opponent with a single hit.

When the girl finally ended her attack and stopped the flames from leaving her mouth, she saw a deep sink hole had been burned through the crater directly in front of her. Her red eyes narrowing on the steaming fissure and the molten slag lining its tunnel, the Ryujin took a deep, steady breath and huffed disappointedly, before fanning her wings out and taking flight.

In her wake, she left not only a newly laid, countrywide plain of destruction, but also a gaping hole in the planet and a thoroughly defeated Saiyan lying in ashes at the bottom of it. Now that her fun was cut short, it was time for her to take care of the rest of her master's enemies... and so she limped away.

Unfortunately, the dragon girl had called the fight far too soon. Because, lying at the bottom of the deep hole, his armor completely gone, leaving him in only his purple, torn spandex, boots and gloves, Gohan could be found lying atop a plate of glass and bleeding from multiple cuts and burns on his person.

Now back in his base form, the child lay in the heart of the cavern- of the pitch black darkness- an exhausted look on his face and his eyes glazed over. His fingers and toes twitching, and his entire body appearing more wrecked then it ever had before, the child heaved in several deep gulps of air, as his eyes slowly blinked away the spots that'd filled them in the wake of taking Lucoa's attack dead on.

"W-What… the heck… just happened…" the child thought, his mind at a complete loss as to what'd just transpired. It'd happened so fast and so suddenly that his brain hadn't had enough time to catch up with the preposterous event that he'd been subjected to. "Did I… did I lose?"

Everything right now was hurting. Every nerve ending. Every organ. Every bone spanning his entire form. Every skin flake hanging off of his pores. He was in so much pain that Gohan didn't even know where to begin or say what was hurting the most. The steam he could feel coming off of his crackling, thoroughly scolded flesh, was evidence enough that he'd been blasted by something no other person could've possibly survived.

He'd been hit by a planet busting move and lived. That was not something a lot of people were able too pull off. And now he was paying the price.

"I… I can't move…" he gasped, his mind finally reconnecting with the rest of his body as he attempted to try and get one of his parts to shift. But try as he might, he just couldn't find the strength to do it. And worse still, he had a much bigger problem to deal with. "Lucoa-chan is still up there… still fighting. If… If she gets to Myra-nee and the others… they'll… they'll all be killed…"

He couldn't let the fight end like this. Not like this. Not while his teammates- his friends- were still fighting, and certainly not while he still had so much more to give. So much more to show Lucoa.

It was stupid of him to think that he could take her on in her new form, especially after increasing her size, bulking up her armor, and giving herself a massive boost in power on top of it. She'd evolved to the point where ordinary fighting and tactics were no longer an option. He had to fight her on equal footing.

Pound for pound. Giant to giant.

And that's why Gohan knew he wasn't done yet. He still had one more trick up his sleeve. One more ace that he could use to push him into winning this battle against his impossible opponent.

He just needed a kick.

Taking a few deep, steady breaths, Gohan shut his eyes and concentrated. "Forget the pain. Forget the fatigue. Push through it… push through all of it…" He needed to. If he was going to find the strength he needed to finish this, then he was going to have to draw on every last bit of energy and concentration he could grasp.

"Remember…"

"Remember your training…"

"Remember what Myra-nee… what Dore-san… what Neiz-san… what the Captain told you…"

"When at your wits end…"

"When all your options, stamina, and strategies are all gone…"

"Focus on the light ahead… the light at the end of the tunnel…"

"The last ember of your strength."

Opening his eyes, the child took another deep breath and focused. As he did, he saw a white speck far above- the very top of the hole he'd been driven into- twinkle in the distance. Gasping, Gohan gritted his teeth, tightened his jaw, steeled his body, and slowly, but surely, he reached for it.

"The light…"

"The light is your strength."

"The light of the moon."

"The light of a Saiyan."

Clenching his jaw and hardening his eyes as he forced himself to move through sheer will, Gohan saw the light ahead of him glint and intensify. And, as he concentrated on it- solely on it- he felt a sudden wash of energy begin to flow through him- a liquid warmth that ran over his nerves, swelled his muscles, and pushed him further towards what he was trying to grasp.

He could feel it.

Beyond the edge of his vision, teetering on the very precipice of his consciousness, in the very depths of his body and spirit. He could feel it. That familiar sensation of power and energy he'd experienced only a few times before, when Myra was training him on Cooler's planet, and teaching him how to harness his full potential.

The potential that dwelt within all the members of his race.

"I remember…" Gohan thought, his eyes widening as he saw the light further intensify, causing his black irises to quickly turn a ghostly white. "I remember."

As the image of the moon blazed before him through the light he was reaching, another surge of energy coursed through his body. In that moment, his muscles began to tighten and swell, his body slowly started to expand and, as his teeth clenched and fangs slowly grew out, a hot, misty aura began to pulse off of him as his hand clenched around the light.

"I… remember!" Gohan chanted, his voice deepening to a growl as his body's limbs expanded and a snout slowly began to form from his face, pushing out as his eyes turned from white to red. "This is my true power! The power of a Saiyan!"

OOO

(Meanwhile)

Back on the battlefield, just a couple miles shy of the citadel, the battle between Cooler's army and Lord Slug's seemingly endless legions was slowly coming to an end. As the emperor's troops moved across the battlefield to mop up the remaining demon soldiers, all spearheaded by their sergeants and officers, a little ways out from them Myra and Dore were still dealing with their very tough and tenacious opponents.

Having crossed each others' paths after their youngest team member had flown off in pursuit of his opponent, both the Hera-seijin and her Beppa-seijin companion had been forced into what was arguably a battle of attrition. With Commander Zeeun stubbornly defending against the adolescent girl's onslaught of ki-based weapons and the hulking Wings taking on all of the hardest-hitting moves Dore could possibly throw at him, the pair were starting to get a little bit frustrated at how persistent their opponents were being. Even after all the tricks they'd pulled out and tossed into the mix, they still weren't giving up.

On the upside however, the pair of generals of Lord Slug's army didn't look like they were doing so hot either. In fact, judging on the amount of damage both sides had taken- the bloody lips, the multiple bruises, the burns, and the swollen eyes- they were pretty close to being even.

Taking a deep breath, the helmet-wearing Dore let out an irate huff when he saw Wings clench his fists and grin in his direction- showing he was missing a fang. "These two are starting to get on my nerves."

"Same," Myra groaned, shaking her head when she saw Zeeun flex his fingers and glare at her. Since the guy had one of his top horns sliced off by the girl, the Hera could count that as a point towards her. Nevertheless, the guy was still being incredibly annoying. "Wanna swap?"

"Ha. Not on your life," Dore chuckled, smirking back at her. "I'm not giving in until I've gotten that fat, tub of lard over there to cry uncle."

Wings, hearing the green man loud and clear, frowned deeply. "Hey! What the fuck did you just say about me?"

Chuckling, the Beppa-seijin then lifted his head and called out a little louder. "I called you fat, you dumb shit!"

At this, the bulky, transformed demon general fumed. "Why you…!"

Before the man could throw himself at Dore for what was to be their fifth round, a loud screech from overhead suddenly cut all four of them off. Feeling the air tremble and hearing a loud whooshing sound, the two groups all jumped when a deafening thunderclap rang out next to them and a shockwave nearly knocked them off their feet. When all of them quickly looked across to see exactly what massive object had crash-landed next to them, the four of them all looked up in alarm to see the impressive, towering form of Lucoa glaring at them.

Embers of flame spilling off of her burning back and her wings flapping out and sending gusts of wind rushing over the countryside, the giant dragon buried her claws into the floor as her red eyes darted between Lord Slug's officers and Cooler's elite. Noticing all of them back up in fright, the transformed girl hissed through her fang-lined mouth, all the while the veins all along her body pulsed with a visible, hot orange.

After feeling their jaws drop as they gaped up at the legendary beast standing over them, Commander Zeeun- being the one to recover first- quickly shook himself out of his daze and stuttered. "L-Lucoa?"

"Mooore… preeeey…" the giant dragon growled above the crackling of the flames on her back, before her red eyes turned towards Myra and Dore. When she recognized them as two of her former opponent's companions, the toothy grin of her snout widened ever so slightly. "Hraaagh… preeeey…"

Realizing after a few seconds of staring that this massive monstrosity was in fact their friend's opponent, the wide-eyed Dore took several steps back when he saw the dragon rear its massive head back. "Oh, fuck me dead. This isn't good."

Jaws opening and flames beginning to gush out from her throat as she powered up, Lucoa took aim down at the pair of Armored Squadron members while completely ignoring Zeeun and Wings. Of course, when the two commanders of Lord Slug's army realized she was going to attack their enemies while they were still standing there, the two of them immediately freaked out.

"No! Wait! Lucoa! You're too close!" Wings shouted in a desperate bid to try and stop the dragon girl. However, his words fell on deaf ears, as from the way their comrade's mouth was glowing, it was plain to see she was intent on following through with her attack.

The roar of flames increased as the dragon girl's power skyrocketed to new, dangerous heights. But then, just as the dragon was ready to vaporize Myra and Dore in their entirety, the dragon suddenly stopped when she sensed something fast approaching and snapped her head to the side. At that exact moment, a giant, black shadow suddenly came charging from out of nowhere and collided with the side of the dragon with such force, the sonic boom knocked Myra, Dore, Wings and Zeeun off their feet.

After hitting the ground, all four warriors gaped in shock when they saw the black mass pick the flaming, titan of a dragon off her feet, and pushed her into a mountain face. Smashing her through the ice-capped peak- as well as the two others behind it- the newly arrived giant then tossed Quetzalcoatl through the air and sent her crashing into the valley on the other side of the ranges.

After the transformed Ryujin smashed into the ice and slid across it, she quickly scrambled to her feet in a thunderous flurry. Kicking up frost and debris, the scaled beast gave a loud snarl as her red eyes fixed on the figure that'd attacked her. When she did, her gaze widened when she saw, standing before her at exactly the same height as her, a massive, brown haired ape adorned in the signature purple spandex, white boots and gloves as the members of Cooler's Armored Squadron.

Though his appearance was completely different from what he was minutes earlier and he bore very few recognizable traits as his humanoid persona, upon getting a good look at his build, his hair, his eyes, and then his battle power, the transformed Lucoa recognized him immediately.

"Yooouuu…" the winged girl growled loudly, before a grin tugged at her lips. "Yeeeessss… Saiyan…"

Myra, instantly recognizing the enormous, panting beast from where she was lying, felt her face brighten up as she quickly jumped back to her feet. "GOHAN-KUN!"

Also recognizing the furry giant with the tail swishing behind him, Dore, scrambling to his knees, threw both of his massive fists in the air and cheered. "LITTLE BUDDY!"

Despite being many times their size and seemingly well out of earshot, Gohan- draped fully in his race's signature Oozaru form- craned his head over his shoulder and grinned at the pair. He then gave them a very recognizable thumbs-up. "Sorry, guys. I let her get away for a moment. But don't worry…" He then turned around to face the giant, flaming dragon glaring him down. After a brief moment off pause and watching the massive, winged reptile before him roar in his direction while causing the flames on her back to gush out with greater strength, the Giant Ape Gohan threw back a toothy grin. "I've got this."

Then, upon widening his massive feet and flattening a hill, Gohan swung his arms up, took a deep breath, and roared. What followed afterwards was almost like a hurricane exploding from his body, one that leveled almost every other rocky tor and plateau standing around him, because the moment he threw his fists to his sides, a golden aura erupted from his body.

This golden aura, blasting up into the sky and parting the clouds, not only flashed all of his brown fur gold, but also made the mullet of hair he had atop his head spike up, and caused his hulking form to become even more bulky. His flashy transformation, topped with his roar, was enough to have even Lucoa lurch back under the gale force winds the transformed child generated.

After feeling his body settle into the transformation nicely, the red-eyed, giant Gohan peered up at his dragon opponent and grinned at her.

"Now… where were we?"

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Author's Note: And shit just got real.

Canon Power Levels (for comparison): Everything past the Namek Saga is speculation at best. Everyone has an opinion on power levels, which is why I very rarely or never use them in my stories, because it becomes a giant, big cluster-fuck without any points of reference. I'm basing all of my power levels off of the neoseeker website that I found, since I feel it's the most accurate in terms of scope and scale. So here are the power levels so far.

Mecha Frieza – 150,000,000

Android 19 & 20 – 200,000,000

Android 17 & 18 – 700,000,000

Perfect Cell – 6,000,000,000

Super Perfect Cell – 10,000,000,000

SSJ2 Gohan – 12,000,000,000

Current Power Levels (Alter Age):

Ginyu Force:

Captain Ginyu – 120,000

Jeice – 50,000

Burter - 50,000

Recoome – 50,000

Guldo – 10,000

Cooler's Armored Squadron:

Salza – 27,000,000

Buff Salza aka Glamorous Salza (Gigantification Base x35) – 945,000,000

Myra – 26,000,000

Super Hera Myra (Base x50) – 1,300,000,000

Neiz – 24,000,000

Neiz (Raiken/Lightning Fist x30) – 720,000,000

Dore – 24,000,000

Buff Dore (Gigantification Base x35) – 840,000,000

Gohan – 25,000,000

Gohan (Full Power/Aroused) – 60,000,000

Pseudo-Super Saiyan Gohan (Base x20) – 500,000,000

Super Saiyan Gohan (Base x50) – 1,250,000,000

Super Oozaru/Golden Oozaru (x10) – 12,500,000,000

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Kida (Blue Fox) (three quarter fruit + training) – 1,020,000

Riko (Brown Fox) (three quarter fruit + training) – 1,015,000

Rei (White Fox) (three quarter fruit + training) – 1,018,000

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Cooler (4th/True Form 100% – Post Training) – 330,000,000

Cooler (5th/Evolved Form – Post Training) – 1,320,000,000

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Zangya (Base) – 5,000,000,000

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Frieza (4th/True Form 100%) – 120,000,000

Frieza (4th/True Form 100% - Post 3 days training) – 140,000,000

King Cold (2nd Restricted Form) – 150,000,000

Lord Slug's Dark Empire:

Commander Zeeun – 25,000,000

Commander Zeeun (Armored Gigantification x45) – 1,125,000,000

Angila – 26,400,000

Great Angila (Gigantification Base x35) – 924,000,000

Medamatcha – 24,600,000

Medamatcha (Post Absorption/Super Mutation) – 700,000,000

Wings – 23,000,000

Great Wings (Gigantification Base x35) – 805,000,000

Lucoa (Base) – 25,000,000

Lucoa (Full Power/Aroused) – 60,000,000

Burning State Lucoa - 500,000,000

Inferno State Lucoa (Base x50) – 1,250,000,000

Giant Inferno Dragon Lucoa (x10) – 12,500,000,000

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Lord Slug (Post Rebirth - Suppressed) – 260,000,000

Lord Slug (True Power – Potential Unlocked) – 2,600,000,000

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Characters Profiles:

Name: Son Gohan

Epithet(s): The Just, Golden Demon, Golden Child, The Prodigy, The Legendary Super Saiyan

Gender: Male

Race: Half-human, half-Saiyan

Home Planet: Earth

Occupation: Soldier, Commando

Rank: Second Lieutenant

Hair Color: Black

Skin Color: Ivory

Age: 5

Ki type: Saiyan, Earthling

Transformations: Great Ape/Oozaru, Pseudo-Super Saiyan, Super Saiyan, Super Oozaru/Golden Oozaru, Wrath Saiyan, Hidden Power

Specialization(s): Close range brawler, hybrid, hyper adaptability, energy manipulation

History: Born on Earth and raised by his loving father and mother in his early years, Gohan quickly established himself as a very bright, energetic, and adventurous child- who not only displayed the ability to absorb everything he was taught, but also a wild and curious nature, and the unique attribute of being able to learn fighting abilities and martial arts techniques at an accelerated rate through naturally exploiting the mimicry skill.

Thanks to his wild, Saiyan side being his dominant personality trait- as opposed to his human side- Gohan found the studying his mother forced him to do to be both boring and pointless, which led to the child frequently running away from the house to play outside. His numerous adventures around Mount Paozu enhanced his development and understanding of the natural world, where he learned to hunt for his own food and search for water. His multiple training sessions with his father also fanned the flames of his natural instincts in combat and jump-started his learning in the field far earlier than his canon counterpart.

On the day Raditz arrived on Earth to track down and enlist his younger brother to his cause, Gohan's fate was forever changed- where he was picked up by his uncle, thrown into his pod, and inadvertently shot up into space. Later tracked down and located by two of Emperor Cooler's elites- Myra and Dore- after landing on a desolate, hostile planet, Gohan was brought before the young prince for assessment. When the ruler recognized the innate potential dwelling inside the child, he immediately recruited him into the Cooler Force, where his love and capabilities in the art of combat could grow and flourish.

Right out the gate- much like his canon counterpart- Gohan was recognized as both a genius and a prodigy- the likes of which only appear once in a generation. Aside from his accelerated growth rate as a child, which is normal for most of his father's race, the boy was also a natural born warrior and killer, possessing skills and potential to become one of, if not the most powerful fighters in the entire universe. Thanks to being born half-human, Gohan's Saiyan side was amplified considerably by his unusual bodily chemistry- granting him all the skills Saiyans are born with, only dialed up to a much higher degree. This includes natural traits such as hyper-sensitivity, energy-sensitivity, enhanced senses, reflexes, adaptability, and animalistic tendencies.

Gohan's senses are so sharp in fact that the boy is not only able to sense pheromones and pheromone based expressions, and other people over long distances with no effort, but also all the cellular and electric activity going on inside his own body. Even when possessing no knowledge or history of his alien physiology, through his acute senses and instincts alone the child is able to exploit his Saiyan bloodline by not only increasing his strength during combat, but also manually give himself a Zenkai boost by tapping into the proteins in his cells to heal himself from serious wounds and fatigue- while also giving himself an energy boost. This coupled with his emotion fueled energy spikes, which he also became aware of early on, make him the most battle effective Saiyan to be born.

The only side effects to his regeneration trait is that he can burn through his stamina much quicker than normal, which could potentially lead to him passing out. In order to keep his energy levels up, he requires even more food than the average Saiyan eats.

Aside from his physical traits, Gohan's understanding of fighting techniques is also incredibly high. Through combination of training with his father, the members of Cooler's Armored Squadron, and by himself, the child was able to develop his own signature brand of fighting. Called Yasei Ken (Wild Fist) by Myra and the others, Gohan created his own fighting style by implementing techniques from all the other martial arts he learned into a single, cohesive discipline- including Dore's wrestling and grappling moves, Salza's textbook dueling techniques, Neiz's flexibility, and Myra's strategic, counter-based fighting forms. By mixing all of these in with his brawling style, Gohan was able to diversify his skillset and increase his range into multiple branches of combat. His ability to be able to dart around on all fours like an animal also makes his movements incredibly erratic and random from the point of view of his opponents, making predicting and telegraphing what the child is going to do next an almost impossible task.

In terms of energy manipulation, Gohan was able to learn the basics from an incredibly young age- even before being taught by his father. However, the way he can utilize the advanced techniques is about as random as his hand-to-hand skills. Aside from being able to fire ki blasts and fly at high speeds, the boy can also launch highly compressed beams from his fingers and unleash full body shockwaves at long range- able to move objects and knock opponents off balance with barely any effort on his part. These techniques allow him to take people by surprise and upset their balance, before attacking them when their guards are broken. But Gohan's most preferred technique is being able to fire energy blasts from his mouth- with his Blitz Cannon being his most iconic move. He can also alter the elemental composition of his blasts by converting them to either cyclones of fire or bolts of lightning. He's also shown the ability to be able to harden his energy to create short blades, whips, and shields around his arms.

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Name: Slug, aka Lord Slug

Epithet(s): Evil Namekian, The Super Namek, The Immortal Namekian, Master of the Gathering Darkness

Gender: Male

Race: Namekian (Namekku-seijin), Super Namekian

Home Planet: Namek

Occupation: Ruler, Self-proclaimed warlord, Tyrant

Rank: Leader

Hair Color: N/A

Skin Color: Green

Age: 506

Ki type: Namekian, magical

Transformations: Gigantism/Great Namekian Form, Super Namekian Form

Specialization(s): Close to long range, master ki manipulator, telekinesis, energy projection/shaping

History: Without a doubt, Lord Slug is one of the most ruthless and powerful Namekians to ever be born from his race. Though much about his past remains unknown, what is most obvious is that at the time of his first appearance, Lord Slug was able to cement himself as an intelligent and vicious adversary, with an incredible thirst for conquest.

Born on Namek under a different name five hundred years before the present, Slug started out life as a simple villager. At an extremely young age, he possessed an enormous level of talent and aptitude for the art of fighting, traits that he demonstrated when he saved his village from one of his home planet's large amphibious predators. Seeing great potential in him, his father sent the young Slug to train under the strongest warriors on their planet, and in just a few short years he was able to master all his race's abilities and then some. He was even recommended to become their elder's next guardian.

As he matured though, the young Slug's ambitions and thoughts darkened, and his personality quickly changed from a kind, inquisitive child, to that of a cruel and malicious sociopath. Thanks to a rare mutation in his race's genes, the evil that dwelt in his heart started to overwhelm his character, leading him to unlock a higher level of consciousness within him. With this newfound lust for power and knowledge driving him forward, Slug went about learning all his race's most dangerous skills, as well as other mystical abilities that were restricted by their forebearers.

Eventually Slug attempted to take over his planet and become the leader of their race. His plan involved the young Namekian recruiting a group of fellow, likeminded warriors and transforming them into Super Namekians by forcing them to fuse with one another- achieving the same level of consciousness he had. During his attempted coup, the elder's warriors managed to stop him and his cohort, and because of his attempted uprising the young Lord Slug was banished and sent off world, never to return. This took place right before the great famine that swept over their world, killing most of their race except for Guru.

This stroke of luck was what allowed Slug to survive his race's near extinction.

Landing far out in the unknown regions of space, the young Super Namekian crash-landed on the Planet Slug- the world whose name he would adopt as his own after discarding his Namekian one. Upon crashing on the dark, icy planet ruled by a race of malicious aliens who feared the sunlight, Slug embraced the hatred and madness surrounding the world, and went on a planet-wide conquest. He murdered the rulers of Planet Slug and tortured the surviving children of the leaders for several months before eventually killing them. This was only when he was five years old. He then went on to basically enslave the entire planet and control the people's minds.

For over a century he ruled the planet and its people- creating an army of slave soldiers and giving birth to mutant children that would serve as his personal henchmen and commanders of his military, including Zeeun, Angila, Wings and Medamatcha.

However, even after gaining control of all the worlds in his system, it still wasn't enough for the Super Namekian. He wanted more. So, through help of his top scientists, he transformed his planet into a mobile battle cruiser, which he used to travel across space conquering all the populated worlds in his sector of the unknown regions.

As the years went by, Lord Slug subjugated countless worlds and enslaved multiple races, all while stealing their abilities and techniques for himself, and recruiting other aliens to his cause. However, as the decades past, his age and declining strength started to wear on the warrior. Realizing he didn't have much longer to live as he reached his 300th cycle, the Namekian considered all options available to extend his life and regain his youth. That was when he happened upon an idea.

Through the techniques he was able to gain from his multiple conquests and by taking advantage of his Namekian heritage, he began experimenting with all sorts of abilities on his own body. Through a mystic ritual, he was able to consume the ki and vitality of an entire planet's population, and with it he was able to transfer his spirit, powers and essence to an egg with no conscious of its own, taking over the newborn, regaining his youth, and making himself more or less immortal.

The planets that became the capitals of his dark empire were subject to constant rain and snowstorms, and members of the population were possessed by his dark will, increasing his power and extending his reign. At some point he managed to come across Lucoa, who he discovered entombed inside a stray meteor, and managed to brainwash the dragonoid into becoming his slave. His goal was to take over the entire universe, which he figured he'd accomplish by stealing the seat from King Cold and his family.

As a member of the Namekian race, Lord Slug was born with an incredible amount of talent in the realm of martial arts, possessing all of the abilities and traits that his race were known to have, including hyper-sensitivity, regeneration, flight, ki projection, the ability to sense energy, and being able to produce offspring via eggs. Possessing a large, muscular build and standing at over eight feet in height, Lord Slug's close-quarter skills lay in his ability to brawl and overpower enemies through sheer, brute strength. Even in his base form, the Namekian's fighting capabilities were phenomenal- able to tank blows head on, stroll through buildings like they aren't even there, and deliver crushing blows capable of killing people with a single hit.

The amount of ki he possesses is also remarkably high. Even as an aging, decrepit old man, Lord Slug still had enough power to frighten all his followers into submission and had energy reserves rivaling that of the seemingly invincible Lord Frieza. In his prime however, Lord Slug's energy reserves are on an entirely different level- surpassing not only Frieza's but also a full-powered Super Saiyan's. As he taps into his inner consciousness and draws on even more ki, his powers multiply to levels that border line the evolved members of Frieza's race.

The Namekian is also a master of energy manipulation and telekinesis- able to control and project multiple spheres and blasts at once, and pull, move, and control objects without even looking at them. This is demonstrated when he casually tosses around the powerful members of the Ginyu Force without exerting any effort whatsoever.

Aside from being able to sense energy over long distances and read people's minds, Lord Slug is also capable of other incredible feats, including various psychokinetic abilities, and the terrifying skill of being able to fire highly concentrated currents of lightning from his body that are capable of disintegrating inferior beings with a single strike. He can also conjure up invisible walls of energy to halt an enemy's movements and resist the Body Change ability Ginyu possesses without any problems.

This last aspect is due in large part to his Essence Transfer ability. A rare and advanced form of Ginyu's Body Change ability, as well as an incredibly hard technique to produce, this skill allows the user to preserve and transfer their consciousness to other bodies- or even inanimate objects. Powerful warriors of the past who learned this ability were able to cheat death by transferring their spirit to another artifact or tomb- forever haunting those who encountered them. When used on other people, the user of this ability can continue actively living like this for as long as they wanted, by doing the same thing over and over again whenever their current physical bodies died out. Lord Slug is able to use this ability in conjunction with his race's ability to lay eggs, by transferring his consciousness into the embryo, and allowing himself to be reborn. Doing so not only allows him to cheat death, but also reinvigorates his life force and returns him to his prime. By concentrating his ki into a single egg, he's able to multiply his strength during the rebirth process and come back stronger than before.

As long as Lord Slug has eggs to transfer his spirit to, he is able to live on like this indefinitely- giving him a pseudo form of immortality.

Yeah, the numbers are pretty crazy. But trust me, they'll get even crazier later on. Just wait.

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