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]

24. Lord Slug Saga - Deliverer of Darkness

DRAGONBALL Z

Alter Age

Deliverer of Darkness

A bright flash of an explosion detonated above Lord Slug's citadel, causing a shockwave to rattle the building and stagger anything standing within range. While Kuriza and the Ginyu Force- trapped in their respective positions on the roof- were forced to shut their eyes and turn away from the gale, the Namekian warlord merely lowered his arm and smirked at the concussive waves that struck him.

As for Cooler, the prince wasn't as unscathed. The kickback from his own Death Beam detonating against Slug's finger beam knocked him out of the air and sent him barrelling towards the icy valley below. Managing to correct himself with a few head over heel spins, the young emperor managed to slam both feet into the ground and slide to a stop amidst a cloud of ice and frost. When he finally halted a hundred or so meters out from the black dome that served as the enemy's stronghold and command centre, the purple warrior glared up towards the roof and gnashed his teeth in frustration.

Lord Slug, noticing the enraged look being directed at him from the young prince, chuckled as he propped his left arm on the rest of his throne, before leaning his cheek against his knuckles once again. "I was wondering how long it would take for you to finally come down from your ivory tower, prince… and here you are," the Namekian exclaimed, loud enough for his voice to reverberate across the entire area. "It is an honour to finally meet you."

Cooler scoffed at that statement as he slowly stood up. "I'm sure it is."

Realizing who it was that'd dropped down from the sky amidst his captor's lightning storm, the young Kuriza's face lit up with joy as he leaned forward. "Cooler-jiji!"

Glancing across at the boy on the chair beside the warlord, the emperor of the quadrant cracked a small smile. "Hey, kid. Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah," the child responded with a vigorous nod. "I'm alright."

"Good. Don't worry. I'll have you away from him in a moment," Cooler replied calmly, before once again turning his ire towards Lord Slug in the form of a glare. Quickly analysing the cloaked individual as he sat there on his golden throne with his cheek resting against his knuckles, the purple alien felt his tail whip behind him angrily for a moment before a sharp exhale left his lips. "This farce has gone on long enough. I'm putting a stop to this war once and for all."

"Hmm… do you think you can do it?" Lord Slug asked, a smile on his face as he continued to glare down at the alien staring back up at him. "Go ahead. Give it your best shot. But a word of caution… defeating me won't be as easy as you might think." Bringing his right hand up, the Namekian then waved it casually through the air. When he did, multiple flashes went off around him before the air around his throne became filled with several orange energy orbs. As soon as they manifested, electricity began zapping between them and their surfaces also trembled and warped in a very liquid manner. "I'm completely different from any other creature you've ever faced before."

Cooler grunted in response, "You sure about that?"

"I am," Slug answered coolly, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Don't believe me? Then let's put a bet on it. If you can manage to land a single scratch on my body, I'll face you earnestly in combat."

Narrowing his eyes so that they flashed dangerously, the purple prince clicked his tongue before snarling. "Alright. I accept your challenge." Clenching his fists, the leader of the empire then let out a roar as the air around him began to vibrate and spin around him at an accelerated rate. Stirring his ki, the man caused his energy levels to spike drastically, which resulted in his body buffing up and growing sharply.

The paralysed Ginyu Force and Kuriza then all watched in amazement as Cooler underwent a startling metamorphosis. Not only did his height and size increase to double- even triple- to what he originally was, but the purple alien's white carapace plates also expanded, he grew spines on his back and behind his forearms, his crown stretched out to form a series of four horns, and his eyes turned completely red.

The transformation took all of ten seconds and by the time he'd finished, ice and stone were floating all around him, as the energy he was giving off had magnified to the point that gravity had momentarily distorted around him.

The sight startled Kuriza and the members of the Ginyu Force, with Jeice giving out a well-earned 'holy moly'. Whereas Lord Slug on the other hand cocked a brow when he noticed how much Cooler's ki had shot upwards.

"Ooh… fascinating. So, you've managed to achieve a state beyond your race's contemporary base form? I must say, I'm impressed," Lord Slug remarked, before his mocking smirk returned full force and the plasma balls hovering around him continued to crackle and spark over the heads of his hostages. "But if you think that transformation is going to help you overcome this obstacle, you're sadly mistaken."

In response, Cooler scoffed, his voice now noticeably far deeper and scarier than before. "We'll see about that!" With a grunt, a white mask popped up over the lower half of his face with a snap, completing his Fifth Form and the fourth transformation in his arsenal. Following that, the man let out a roar as he bolted forward- launching himself from the ground so fast and with such force that the ice shattered and exploded behind him.

As frost belched into the air, Cooler rocketed towards Lord Slug- drawing his right fist back for a power shot. The moment he came within range, the transformed alien swung in with a punch, expecting to blow past Slug's plasma balls and cave in his face.

However, the moment he attacked, something completely unexpected happened. Cooler's fist wound up colliding with something that felt like a brick wall, a wave of air rippling outwards as his attack's power and body's momentum was stopped dead in its tracks. As the prince pushed forward, the alien's eyes widened in alarm when he saw that a transparent, telekinetic barrier had jumped up directly in front of Lord Slug just a couple of feet from his face- preventing his attack from going through.

"What?!" Cooler shouted, his muscles bulging as he attempted to force his punch through the steep wall of air that'd formed in front of him as his energy output caused the area to shake and the wind to tear across the icy field in all direction. "GRAAAAAGH!"

Lord Slug, snickering at the sight of the emperor attempting to force his way through the barrier, kept his cheek resting comfortably on his knuckles while his right hand remained extended. "Come now, prince. You're gonna have to try a lot harder than that," the Namekian remarked, sparks flying off his extended right hand as the barrier before him shimmered against Cooler's fist.

After watching Cooler struggle for a few more seconds, the green tyrant then rotated his right hand and flicked his fingers. The act of doing so caused one of the orange plasma balls hovering next to him to fly forward, stop directly in front of Cooler and- in a rather unorthodox display of masterful control- unleashed several spikes on the prince.

The act of doing so hit the emperor of the PTO square on, generating a sudden shockwave that knocked Cooler flying back with a yelp of pain. When the prince plummeted towards the icy valley several hundred feet from the saucer, the man performed a quick flip and slammed into the ground. By the time he stopped and looked up with a few nasty cuts to his face and chest, Lord Slug had already begun hiss next attack.

"The fun is just getting started!" the Namekian exclaimed, before clenching his right fist, opening it, and then lazily waving it forward.

This telekinetically caused the multiple plasma balls to form together into the spiky one, which immediately expanded in size and increased in intensity. The moment all the smaller spheres merged into its mass, the orange, pulsing ball of energy suddenly lit up brightly before sending a highly concentrated, purple beam of cutting energy shooting out of its eye and towards Cooler.

The emperor barely had enough time to spring into the air when the sharp beam shot past him and sliced across the valley like a sword. The effects generated by the lightspeed blade were devastating, as the attack sliced the tops off an entire range of mountains lining the horizon behind the emperor. When they were cut, the perfectly cut peaks all lifted into the air before detonating one after the other, as Lord Slug's attack inflicted its damage upon the region.

When the transformed Cooler looked back and saw the beam decapitate the mountain ranges, his eyes widened in disbelief. "No way…" He then quickly looked back down at the citadel below him, where he saw the plasma ball Lord Slug had formed split up into five spheres, with four of those spheres immediately forming into multiple orange lances.

"How about this?" Slug shouted, before the four spears broke apart and flew towards the airborne Cooler in a spray of tiny splinters of energy.

In response, the young emperor darted to the side as fast as he could, firing off a wave of energy towards the oncoming barrage of needles and wiping out a swath of them in a big, fiery explosion. The rest of the salvo that he missed homed in on him, forcing Cooler to change directions drastically and get the hell out of the way of the volley as fast as he could to avoid getting impaled.

Lord Slug staggered the launch of the needle waves, sending them after his target in small handfuls at a time. Watching Cooler dart around the sky, desperately trying to stay away from them, drew a laugh of amusement from the Namekian, who continued to casually wave his right hand at the prince and send energy attacks into the sky at his leisure. During which time the green warrior mentally formed a couple more plasma balls behind him, which crackled and pulsed while he kept his foe's attention on evading.

Kuriza meanwhile, watching helplessly from his seat along with the members of the Ginyu Force on either side of him, clenched his teeth in frustration while his fingers curled tightly on the arm rests.

"Come on, uncle. You can do it," the boy thought, quickly saying a quick prayer to the Kais that his family member would be able to overcome this challenge. "You can beat him."

OOO

(Meanwhile)

(Back on Earth)

Raditz let out a gutsy yell as he launched the concentrated rounds of his signature Double Sunday across the battlefield, sending the two golden spheres spiralling across the valley to strike Nappa head on.

Just being able to respond in time, the bald warrior in the crumbling armour and weakened stance swung up both his arms to receive the attack against his guard. A split second later, a fiery explosion and a deafening clap rang out, sending out a shockwave that cratered the earth beneath Nappa's boots.

When the fire that belched out from the attack's impact immediately transformed into a cloud of smoke, an exhausted Raditz let out a heavy gasp, watching as the wall of dust parted and his opponent remerged from it. However, unlike in previous battles, Nappa didn't come out of this one unscathed- a fact that was further hammered home when the remains of his armour cascaded to the floor, leaving him in only his black shorts, arm guards and boots. The two energy spheres going off against him had also left even more burns in his body, which could be seen through all the smoke now rising off him.

Slowly uncrossing his arms from his bloodied, swollen face, the veiny, bulked up Nappa let out a growl of his own as his eyes landed on his slightly less damaged opponent. Spitting out the blood in his mouth, the Frieza officer spoke. "I have to admit… you've got a hell of a lot more pep in your attacks compared to last time, little Raditz. Not bad."

Ignoring the blood dripping from his own mouth, the bruised Saiyan grunted and drew back his right hand. "Hmph. That's because I've been training my ass off for the past twelve months. All the while you've been busy slacking off and planet-hopping across the cosmos with his royal ass-ness," the Saiyan rogue responded.

Nappa chuckled at this remark- particularly the sleight towards his boss. But he nevertheless went along with his former colleague's banter. "No wonder you're being more annoying than usual. Heh. You're actually making me work for my win this time…" He then cocked his head to the side and cracked his neck. "There haven't been many opponents I've come across that've pushed me this far in a fight before. So that automatically gets you a few extra points in my book."

As he stood there, locked in his stance, Raditz began gathering energy into his loaded fist. At the same time, his dark eyes narrowed on his former colleague. "Thanks to my brother's friends and rivals, I've managed to reach heights I never would've dreamed of achieving before on Planet Vegeta. Hell, thanks to their help, I've even managed to surpass you… my former commander and trainer."

"Hah. You wish, pal," Nappa scoffed, before then clenching his fists and standing upright. "Just because you managed to knock me a few good ones, doesn't mean you should be getting full of yourself. As if I'd ever let a mid-class warrior ever get the best of me in a fight. Take my advice, Raditz… stick to your weight-class. It's not worth trying to play at something you're not."

Huffing confidently, the long-haired fighter put on a smirk as pink energy crackled around his palm. "You should take your own advice, Nappa." He then nodded towards the simmering warrior holding the horse-riding stance ahead of him. "You may act tough, but I can tell you're on your last legs and close to running out of gas. From what I can sense, it'll probably only take a handful or more hits from me to drop you for good."

"Oh yeah?" Nappa shot back, before clenching his teeth, concentrating, and allowing his energy to rapidly spike again. His muscles swelling and veins pulsing as a result of his power coursing through his body, the bald warrior began gathering ki in his hand an alarming rate, causing a cloud of golden lightning to start sparking around him. Earth trembling, the man then opened his left hand and produced a bright, glowing ball above his palm- a sight that put Raditz on immediate guard. "Hah! If you're so sure I'm done, then why don't you come over here and put an end to this! Right now!"

Raditz, sliding a foot back as he felt the tremors increase, frowned across at his colleague as he observed him as he charged yet another Bomber DX. "I've seen that move too many times, Nappa! If you throw that at me, I'm just gonna dodge it and counter you right afterwards! And it's not gonna be pretty!"

Grinning broadly in a cocky manner, Nappa then wound up the arm he was pouring all his energy into and sneered. "You think so, huh?" he asked, his body trembling as his energy levels skyrocketed, causing his opponent to balk in alarm. "Who said I was going to throw this at you?! I can just as easily lob this straight into the ground and level this entire countryside… catch you in the process!"

Eyes widening, the Saiyan rogue felt his jaw drop slightly. "You wouldn't…?"

Nappa cackled at the surprised look on his face, "I may not be able to hit you directly, but this should definitely do dramatic amounts of damage to the planet's face if I angle it right!" he yelled, the lightning bolts dancing off his body now starting to zap off of his hand and begin scorching the floor. As trails of electricity ran up and down his bulging arm, the bald officer grinned. "Heck… I just might even take a few of your friends out in the process!"

Opening his mouth wider, Raditz was prepared to call out some sort of plea. However, just before he could get a word out, he spotted something behind his opponent, which in turn caused him to stop short. His surprised expression then transformed into a grinning one.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that…"

Before Nappa could say something about his opponent's odd remark, a sharp pain suddenly cut right through his stomach and caused his body to seize up. A spurt of blood splattering through the air as something sharp and curved burst out his gut, the man stopped charging his attack and the energy he'd been building dissipated. Body shaking, the Saiyan staggered forward with a gasp, reaching down with his hands to grasp at the object now sticking out of his gut, which looked suspicious like the pointy end of a katana.

"W-What the fuck…" Nappa gasped, before shakily looking behind him to see who or what had attacked him. When he did, the man saw to his surprise a short, portly man with an orange, pin-striped gi and black, messy hair standing behind him with a nervous glare set on his face. Blinking at the sight of Yajirobi, the bald warrior choked out a startled exclamation. "Who… the hell-"

Before anymore words could come gargling out of his mouth, a stunned Nappa spun back around to see where Raditz was, only to see a fist flying right at him. Too shocked to react, the last thing the bald warrior saw was his whole world going black and a loud gunshot echoing through his ears. Getting hit clean in the face, the big Saiyan general was knocked off his feet and sent flying through the air, before crashing to the ground several yards away.

When the dust settled following his slide through the dirt, it revealed Nappa lying unconscious on the floor, a dumb look on his bludgeoned face and a katana run all the way through his torso.

After leaping back to avoid getting taken out by the Saiyan's body, Yajirobi whistled at the now immobile form of the invader lying helplessly on the ground. "Damn. Nice punch, dude."

Raditz, panting for breath, brought his fist down to his side and straightened up. Sighing in relief, the man in the vest and gi pants rolled his shoulder. "Thanks." He then glanced across at the human warrior and frowned. "The fight started over an hour ago. Where've you been this whole time?"

Huffing indignantly, the man in the orange robe gestured over his shoulder. "I was over in East City… checking out the pods that landed there. These two jerks took out half the town in one go and wiped out a whole bunch of people. I had to see if there was anything I could do to help."

This of course was only half-true. While Yajirobi had certainly gone to East City, it wasn't out of the goodness of his heart, but as a way of trying to avoid getting involved in the early stages of the battle.

Unlike his colleagues, he wasn't as confident in his fighting skills against the otherworldly invaders, and thus decided to take a time out instead of heading over here directly to assist.

Raditz, though finding the man's reasoning a little farfetched, decided to let it slide for now and simply nodded in understanding. He then looked back across at the defeated Nappa and sighed. "Well… even though you're late, you managed to help me out in the end. My old comrade was a lot more stubborn than I was expecting. Thanks to you, I didn't have to waste anymore energy trying to take him out. You saved me a lot of time."

Placing his fists on his hips, Yajirobi stuck out his chest and smiled proudly. "You're welcome, I guess." He then turned his beady eyes to the fallen warrior and blinked at his hulking, unconscious frame. "So… what now? Are you gonna finish him off… or what?"

Staring down at his out cold, ex-colleague, Raditz scrunched his bruised face up and pondered on the question for a moment. After a little while, the long-haired older sibling shook his head. "No. We need him alive."

Shaking his head, the pudgy fighter looked up at the Saiyan in alarm. "Huh? Why?"

"Because if I'm right about this, this whole thing is just the start of an even tougher battle to come," Raditz explained, looking over at the human warrior and frowning at him. "And we're gonna need all the help we can get if we're gonna stand a chance."

Yajirobi blinked as he stared at Goku's brother in confusion, watching him adjust the brace around his wrist. "A… tougher battle? What exactly do you mean by that?"

The Saiyan frowned. "You see my friend here and I… we were part of the Frieza Force. And I'll bet from my cancelled paycheck that we're gonna be going up against my former boss in the near future."

OOO

A loud scream rang out when Yamcha was sent flying back across the valley from a flash of an explosion. Trailing smoke, his body collided with the grass after passing between the battered and exhausted Piccolo and Krillin, both of whom looked behind them in alarm to see the long-haired warrior roll onto his side and clutching his left arm.

Or at least what was left of it.

Following the Z-fighters' semi-successful wrestling match against the Prince of all Saiyans, in which all of them had attempted to overpower the villain with sheer numbers, the battle soon carried over to a new part of the mountain ranges. After demolishing a few more plateaus and tors in the wake of their ongoing bout, the invader- now spent of almost all his energy- tried one last time to break through their ranks.

Vegeta had managed to ward off the assaults from Piccolo, Tien and Chiaotzu successfully, but still managed to get hit by Chi-Chi when she deflected a blast back at him using the Bansho Fan. After getting singed by his own attack, he then rushed forward to try and nab her, but was blindsided by another Kienzan thrown by Krillin and a barrage of gunshots from a staggering Launch. The moment he stopped, Yamcha then took it upon himself to hit him with aflurry of his Wolf Fang Fist up close.

However, before the human could land his first blow upon the distracted warrior, the prince suddenly wheeled around and fired a quick bang blast in his direction. Due to the angle Yamcha was diving in from, instead of getting hit in the chest like the attack was intended, the man got hit in his left hand instead. The result was an explosion going off at point blank range that sent the human male flying back.

Now, thanks to his failed sneak attack, Yamcha was lying on the ground, gripping the stump that was the remains of his catching hand. Clenching his teeth and suppressing several screams of agony, the scar-faced warrior then took a moment to calm himself down and bite down the pain now shooting up his limb.

Due to the intense heat of the blast, his wound had cauterized and any bleeding that would've resulted from such a gory injury had been stopped.

"Yamcha! Are you okay?!" Tien shouted from where he was standing, looking a little bit more well-off compared to the rest of his compatriots.

Cracking an eye open, the man with the black mane of hair nodded his head vigorously. "Agh! Y-Yeah! No! I mean… I think I fucked up, guys…"

Vegeta, on his knee and still pointing his fingers in the direction he'd hit his foe, gasped for breath as he looked around the area at all those who were still on their feet. During which time, he began taking stock of all the damage he'd managed to inflict on the group of earthlings, as well as all the hits they'd landed on him.

The ones who were in the best condition were undoubtedly Tien and Chi-Chi. Both warriors had played it safe since the start of the battle against the Saiyan invaders, using long-range, hit-and-run tactics that allowed them to avoid counters and responses. The result was a series of bruises, cuts, and mild burns on their persons, but nothing too serious- though Tien did have a scrape over his right eye that was bleeding down his face. But overall, aside from several tears in their ruined clothing, they were still good, if a little bit winded.

Krillin was the third on the list for least damage- carrying multiple cuts, scrapes, and burns on his body. However, thanks to throwing a lot of high-powered attacks repeatedly from range to distract and even damage his target, the man had burned through a great deal of stamina and was currently hunched over in his stance, sucking in deep gulps of air. He probably wouldn't last much longer at his current pace.

Launch was no better- sporting a burnt arm where most of the sleeve had been disintegrated, multiple burns and blisters from dodging high-volume shots, and sporting a few cuts over her face from catching some debris.

Piccolo came after. Not only was he missing the top half of his gi thanks to Vegeta ploughing through him with a charge attack that took out his entire side, but the regeneration after the fact had managed to sap the Namekian of some of his energy reserves. He'd also been dishing out intense, concentrated blasts repeatedly, draining him of more energy. And since he'd been spearheading most of the assault thus far, even with his defensive tactics, he'd still taken the most punishment for the team. Right now, he was fighting on fumes.

The worst off was understandably Chiaotzu and Yamcha. Though the former was tough in his own right, the little telepath just didn't have the grit to carry on like his compatriots and was currently lying on the floor in Launch's lap suffering from multiple burns and fatigue. The former bandit meanwhile was now missing one arm and had taken on just as many, if not more than the others.

All their fuel was running low and close to empty. Furthermore, though not visible on the surface, most of them were various broken bones. Launch and Krillin were included amongst this list.

As for Vegeta, well, the man may be a plucky and determined son of a bitch, but at this moment he was barely hanging in there himself. His stamina reserves were nearly depleted, to the point that he was struggling to keep himself upright. Heck, though he hadn't been able to find the chance to use it yet thanks to all these fighters ganging up on him and keeping him on his toes, he no longer had the strength to conjure up an artificial moon. So, transforming into his Oozaru form was no longer an option.

Arm finally dropping after keeping it train on the Earthlings behind him, the flame-haired warrior panted as he glared up through the blood trickling down from the cut over his forehead made by Piccolo's Special Beam Cannon. "Kai… damn it…"

Wiping the blood from his chin, Piccolo frowned at the Saiyan Prince as he glared back at them. "It's over. You're done."

"We know you don't have anything left," Chi-Chi said, keeping her Bansho Fan primed and ready, just in case the man decided to take another pot shot at them. "Surrender now… and we promise no further harm will come to you."

Vegeta, spitting the blood out of his mouth, bared his teeth at them. "You think… I'm gonna throw in the towel… against you, human trash? Not a chance." Swinging his wounded arm around, the man then curled his fingers and sneered menacingly at the raven-haired woman wielding the giant wind maker. "I… am a Saiyan warrior! The most elite of my class of the last generation! There isn't a fighter or soldier alive… on any world… who can force me into submission!"

Eyebrow twitching at hearing the prince's rant, Tien brought both hands in front of him and formed a diamond shape, which he aimed at the exhausted invader. "Wanna bet?"

Vegeta, turning towards the three-eyed warrior, narrowed his eyes when he saw the bald fighter's hand positions. Examining the man quickly through his slightly blurred gaze, the prince frowned. "You think I'm going to fall for that bluff, triclops? I can tell from the way you're standing and breathing right now that if you try to use that attack on me again, you'll die."

"Maybe…" Tien answered, sweat dripping down his face while narrowing his eyes on his target through his hands. "But I'm willing to take that chance. Especially since you're barely hanging in there yourself. There's a good, one-hundred percent chance that if I put everything that I have left into this one attack… I'll wipe you out and take you to hell with me." The man then smirked across at the wounded Saiyan. "My soul is prepared. How's yours, your majesty?"

For a full minute both Vegeta and Tien stared one another down, the former glaring hatefully at his foe while the human remained smug. With silence reigning supreme, the rest of the Z-fighters surrounding the area, including Launch, began thinking that they should jump the prince- try to take him out with a combined attack while his guard was down.

However, before any of them could take any action on this matter, a shadow passing overhead followed by a familiar presence appearing on their radars stopped the group of fighters' dead in their tracks. At first appearing confused, when the Z-warriors saw a figure drop down from the sky to land directly beside Vegeta, everyone felt their jaws drop when they immediately recognized the familiar orange and blue clad form of Son Goku standing in the centre of their kill circle.

The Saiyan Prince, not expecting the man's arrival, recoiled in surprise when he noticed the stranger standing beside him. The earthlings on the other hand each responded in their own respective ways, with Chi-Chi almost dropping the Bansho Fan she was holding when she saw her husband standing right in front of her- alive and well.

"G-Goku?" she stuttered, her eyes widening and smile appearing when she recognized his spiky haired face staring back at her. "GOKU!"

"He… He's here!" Krillin also stammered out, before a grin- bigger than any he'd had over the last several months- tugged at his lips. "Goku! You're here!"

When he saw the smiling faces of his friends and family members staring back at him, the newly arrived and fighting fit protector of Earth felt his own grin reappear and his eyes light up cheerfully. "Hey, guys!" the Saiyan chirped with a wave. "Did you miss me?"

His swiftest answer came in the form of his wife who, after dropping the fan on the ground, rushed over to her husband, leapt at him, and wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug. Laughing and giggling as she knocked a surprised Goku stumbling back a few paces, the raven-haired woman in the blue and red qi pao dress snuggled her man's neck for a couple seconds, before slowly lowering herself from him back to the floor.

"I'm so glad you're back, honey," Chi-Chi exclaimed, her face glowing through the bruises and blood on her face as she reached up and lovingly rested a palm against her man's cheek. "Don't… ever leave me like that again. Promise?"

"Yeah." Beaming down at the woman as tears of joy started to build in her eyes, the planet's hero then turned his attention to the rest of his companions. "Sorry I'm a little late. But the journey back down Snake Way took a lot longer than I was expecting. I also needed to have a quick word with Kami as soon as I returned to Earth." After taking count of all his friends and seeing they were all alive, the man then turned his attention to Vegeta, who he saw was currently kneeling a few feet away and staring up at both him and Chi-Chi. The moment he spotted him his eyes narrowed. "Are you one of the Saiyans?"

Vegeta, closing his mouth at being addressed, gave the newcomer a hard stare before responding with a query of his own. "You're… Kakarot? Raditz's younger brother?"

The plucky hero nodded. "I am," Goku answered, before turning his attention to another part of the valley. "Weren't there supposed to be two of you?"

"There are," a voice from above spoke up, drawing the whole group's focus across the ruined battlefield to see Raditz- with Yajirobi hanging off his arm and an unconscious Nappa slung over his other shoulder- float down from the sky and land on the edge of their perimeter. The moment his human teammate hopped off his arm, the long-haired Saiyan with the singed face looked back at his resurrected younger sibling with a neutral expression in play. "I've got the other one right here." He said this while hefting the large mass of his ex-teammate.

When Goku saw his older brother standing there, between both the kneeling Launch and limping Krillin, his immediate reflex was to clench his fists and throw up his guard. However, that slowly changed when he saw the man wasn't attacking. "Hey there, Raditz."

"Little brother," the man greeted briefly, quickly looking the man over before focusing on the serious stare he was giving him. "Back from the dead, huh?"

Goku exhaled, "Yeah."

"Hmph. So those dragon balls weren't a bust after all. You look good."

"Thanks. I feel good too. It's a set," Goku answered coolly, eyeing his brother for a moment before smiling warmly. "I heard from King Kai and Kami that you'd been spending time with my friends- training and fighting alongside them."

"Well… after you got killed by Piccolo during our battle, I really didn't have much of a choice," Raditz answered, looking away momentarily with a somewhat sheepish expression. "It was either hide out in the mountains and wait for death to come my way… or put aside my prejudices, get my shit together, and team up with your earthling friends." before slowly turning back to his sibling and giving him a small smile. "I chose the latter. And honestly… it wasn't that bad."

Goku chuckled, "But I bet it wasn't an easy change for you, huh?"

"Heh. You're right," Raditz answered with a smirk. "But that's a conversation for another time."

Nodding in understanding, Goku once again put on a serious demeanour and did one last scan of the area. After taking stock of his friends' conditions- and noticing Yamcha and Chiaotzu were gravely injured- the hero directed his gaze to Vegeta and addressed him directly. "This battle has gone on long enough. I'm putting a stop to this now."

Vegeta's eye twitched at the sharpness in Goku's statement. "Hmph. Is that so? And how do you figure you're going to do that, Kakarot? Threaten me? Tell me to leave this planet and forget everything that's happened here today? Or are you going to try and capture me? Throw me in a cell to be trialled in your earthling courts?" The man then spat out the blood from his mouth as he slowly and shakily rose back to his feet. "Tsk. Well, if it's going to be any of those two options… then all I can say is, screw that. You'd be better off just killing me right here and now."

Hearing this, Goku shook his head. "Even if I wanted to, killing you and your friend would be cruel and pointless." He then gestured to the prince's current state- pointing out the wound over his eye, the bruises, cuts and burns on his body, and the hole in his gut and leg. "I would never think of doing such a thing… especially to someone who can't even fight back."

While Tien, Launch and Piccolo felt their jaws slacken at their rival's comment, an observing Krillin staggered forward and called out. "W-Wait a second, Goku! You're… not seriously thinking of letting this guy go, are you?"

"Do you know how many people he and his friend have killed since they landed here? How much damage they've done to this planet?" Launch also spoke, keeping Chiaotzu in her lap as she pointed in the direction that the Saiyans had flown in from. "These two wiped out an entire city and killed thousands of people in the blink of an eye?!"

"I know what these two did. What they've done," Goku said back, glancing over his shoulder at the pair and seeing them stop at the look he gave them. "But before you guys start freaking out, can you please hear me out first?" He then stepped closer to the beaten and exhausted invader and gave the limping fighter the hardest glare he could muster. "As much as I want to fight you myself, we'll have to wait another day to have that battle. When the time is right and we're both in top condition."

When he heard the newcomer say this, the confused Vegeta then shot the man a suspicious stare. "Alright. So, if you're not going to finish me off or take me down… then what the hell do you want from me?"

What Goku had to say in return caught the Z-fighters completely by surprise.

Expression remaining cool and collected, Goku then gave Vegeta his answer. "I want you and your friend to join us."

This request alone not only floored the prince at its unexpected delivery, but it also had the rest of the good guys almost faceplant the ground in shock.

The most immediate and outrageous reactions came from Tien and Piccolo.

"Are you freakin' kidding me, Goku?!" the three-eyed fighter shouted.

"You can't be serious?!" the Namekian followed up immediately afterwards.

"W-What did he just say?" Yamcha stammered out from where he was sitting- still holding his stump of an arm.

"Are you nuts? Why in the blue fuck do you want those two murderers to come over to our side?!" Launch also shouted, with Chiaotzu staring wide-eyed from where he was lying on her leg. "Did you hit your head on the way back from the afterlife?"

Chi-Chi, at first appearing stunned herself, then frowned at her husband's back. "You'd better have a good reason for this, Goku. Because I swear..." There was a good reason for her current ire. After all, they'd spent the better half of the last couple hours trying to defeat this guy while he'd been trying to murder them all.

The Saiyan from Earth nevertheless smiled back at his loved one. "I do, honey. Don't worry. Just trust me on this," he said, before turning back to the prince to await his answer.

After gawking at the newcomer with an expression equivalent to a deer-caught-in-the-headlights, the Saiyan Prince then gnashed his teeth and barked. "I don't think I heard you right. Are you stupid or something? Why the hell would I- the Prince of all Saiyans- ever think about teaming up with the likes of you? A lower-class Saiyan wretch, his worthless traitor of a brother, and his gaggle of weakling friends from a backwater planet on the far reaches of nowhere space?!" He then waved a hand towards the battered martial artists surrounding him. "Do you think I would simply toss aside my pride and position as an elite warrior, to throw my lot in with you?! What possible reason could you have to ask something so ridiculous of me?"

While the sleight towards them had the Z-fighters scowling and Raditz clench his fist in rage, Goku quickly settled things down with a response. "Easy. Because Frieza knows."

That name alone was enough to have Vegeta stop. "What?"

"King Kai told me everything about him. He also spoke to me as I was flying down here from Kami's," Goku continued, his expression remaining calm as he stared back at Vegeta. "You're one of Frieza's best warriors- a soldier and scout in his big, galactic army. You came to this planet with your teammate to see if you could try and sell it for him. But the truth is the two of you snuck down here behind your boss's back, to not only find the dragon balls, but to make a wish on them." It was then the hero's glare tightened into one that was far more concerned. "From what King Kai told me… Frieza has learned all about you and your partner's unplanned trip."

Vegeta, fist clenching, snapped back at Goku quickly. "Impossible. How the hell could he have found out?! There's just no way!"

It was at this the Saiyan hero put on a puzzled look and shrugged. "I don't know. How do you guys normally talk to the rest of your friends when you're flying around space?"

At first staring at Goku with a mixture of confusion and annoyance, the prince then felt his eyes widen in horror and a cold sweat break out on his forehead. He then reached up and grabbed the earpiece of the red scouter unit he had resting over his ear. "Shit!"

When the group saw the invader panic and make a grab for his scanner, Raditz then decided to chime in. "Those scouters are automatically programmed to transmit messages and recordings of conversations all across the Frieza network when in neutral mode, so that the higher ups can keep track of the troops," the rogue informed, walking forward as Vegeta fiddled with and removed his unit. When the Z-fighters turned to their Saiyan ally, they saw the serious glare now resting on his face. "After you cut communications with me, you probably reset your units back to their original frequencies to inform the Force of your next destination. But you probably forgot to switch them back over to secure mode afterwards… like an idiot."

"Grrr…" Vegeta growled, shooting a look across at Raditz as he clutched the cracked scouter in his hand. He then wordlessly dug his thumb into the switch and shut it off.

Krillin, looking a little bit lost like a handful of the other Z-fighters, shook his head and turned to his friend. "Who exactly are you guys talking about? Who is this… Frieza guy?"

When his friend asked this question, the planet's hero glanced his way briefly. "A very bad person… worse than anyone we've ever encountered before." Noticing the prince's frustration growing by the second, Goku set a hand on his hip and continued. "King Kai told me all sorts of stories about what kind of monster Frieza is. That he's an arrogant, powerful, yet incredibly intelligent creature who kills mercilessly, conquers worlds, and can destroy entire systems of planets with just a wave of his finger. If what he said about him is true… and he managed to hear everything you and my friends were talking about… then he's probably looking for another set of dragon balls as we speak."

Piccolo, eyes searching the ground for a moment, then quickly recalled what Vegeta had said during their initial conversation with one another before they had their power levels scanned by him. 'The Namekian. He created the dragon balls. Not the earthlings.' Hearing this echo through his head like a horn had the green demon look back up at Goku in alarm. "He's going to be looking for more Namekians?"

"Your home planet, to be more precise," Raditz said, his own expression remaining dead serious as he saw his training partner turn to him. "It won't take long for Frieza to put two and two together and figure out where to locate the other members of your race. In fact, his agents have probably informed him about Vegeta's quest and he's already plotting a course for Planet Namek as we speak."

After seeing Vegeta's gaze snap between his former henchmen, to the ground, and then to his scouter a few times, Goku pressed his advantage. "From what I was told, this Frieza guy is over a hundred thousand times stronger than all of us combined. If he gets a hold of the dragon balls, there won't be a force in the universe that will be able to stop him. That is, unless, we team up." Seeing the prince look back up at him, the hero of Earth pointed at himself and then straight at him. "I learned what he did to our home planet… to our families… to our race. If bringing that creep down is something you want to do, then we have to put aside our personal differences and help each other. We can't let a monster like him make a wish on the dragon balls. If he does, there's no telling what kind of damage he can do." Upon seeing the prince's glare rest on him, Goku's brow creased nervously. "Will you help us?"

At first Vegeta gave a disgusted grunt, turning around and glaring across the countryside. Breathing heavily, the man paced back and forth, limping slightly as he weighed up all the information he'd learned and considered all his options.

For the next minute he marched a hole into the ground, huffing and bleeding- all while being watched by the members of the Z-team. After everything that'd passed in the last few hours, there was no telling how violently or unexpectedly this guy would react. He wasn't exactly the most patient or level-headed foe they'd run into, and honestly all of them were on edge.

When what felt like a great deal of time passed and Vegeta had done over a dozen laps of the same spot, the group saw the prince stop, straighten his back, and sigh in resignation. "Personally… I would rather just kill you all, grab the dragon balls for myself, and call it a day," the prince said, causing the group to freeze up. But then, when the man turned around, his expression and lost a lot of its coarseness. "But as much as I hate to admit it, I alone don't have the strength to take on Frieza and his men alone. So even though I detest the idea… joining forces with you and your ilk is probably the best and only option that I have." Stepping up to Goku and stopping in front of him, the shorter fighter fixed him with a glare. "Fine. I'll work with you. But only until we've beaten Frieza and his forces, and not a day longer."

Goku, grinning broadly, then extended his right hand to him for a shake. "Great!" he chirped, observing as Vegeta glanced down at his palm. However, instead of feeling the man shake it, the prince grunted, turned away, and crossed his arms. Realizing he wasn't going to reciprocate his gesture, the naïve hero of Earth gave a nervous laugh and retracted his hand, before turning to the rest of his friends and family to see expressions of relief come over them. "So… who's hungry? Because I feel like grabbing something to eat."

Cue most of the Z-fighters literally face-planting the ground in comical fashion, which they all did with a simultaneous thud.

OOO

(Meanwhile)

(Northern Quadrant, Cold Planet 1)

Resting in the heart of a massive city spanning a large portion of this alien world and towering over the glistening white skyscrapers making up the futuristic metropolis, there stood an enormous white palace. Stately, tall, wide, and protected by dozens of ovular-shaped monoliths and spires across an enormous stretch of property far greater than any other in the cosmos, this impressive example of economic and military might represented the beating heart of an organization that occupied most of the known universe.

Or former acting heart, at least.

Bearing both the markings and design elements that was characteristic of a member of Frieza's race, the citadel of the Great King Cold dwarfed every other structure in the capital. While the central spire rising from the main building itself was perhaps the most indulgent, recognized, and immense structure in the entire region- so much so that it actually scraped the clouds themselves- it was the actual size of the base complex that spoke wonders of the ruler's power and influence.

The edifice supporting the tower alone was large enough to fit a small city inside it. From one side to the other, the bowels of the bastion were made up of dozens of countless great halls the size of villages and corridors big enough to fit entire star ships and military parades in them. Though the walkways were dotted by several guards and high-ranking officers running errands, most of the stronghold remained completely empty.

This further demonstrated the immense standing the Emperor held in the universe… and how only the chosen few could walk the same halls with him.

Speaking of which, towards the end of one of the abovementioned corridors line with white, metal walls and windows, stood a pair of guards dressed in pure white armour on either side of a large door. Their uniforms remaining completely unchanged even after all their years of service, the two completely clad and imposing forms of the two Blizzard Corps troops, identified by the snowflake insignia on their chests and shoulder plates, stood proudly on the entrance's flanks.

Wielding a pair of lances in their left and right hands respectively, the two men in helmets remained as still as statues, while the full face-visors of their helmets glared down the hallway before them. They remained that way even when they were approached by one of their colleagues, who suddenly came marching up to them from the hallway to the right.

Helmet removed, the Hera-seijin bodyguard in identical white armour- but with a tri-guarded sabre at his belt as opposed to a spear- stopped in front of the sealed door and nodded to the guards. "Ceádmil, Koga. Masha."

The two elites with the lances nodded back to the orange-haired warrior when he stood in front of them, with the slightly shorter guard on the right answering in a noticeably womanly voice through the helmet's modulator. "Ceádmil, Gokuha," the guard answered back in kind. "Back from your mission already?"

Smiling, the spiky haired male with the earrings and the red scarf resting under the protective collar of his suit, gave the pair a shrug. "It was an easy job. Nothing too difficult to complete… though the locals did put up something of a fight before I cut them down." He then glanced between them inquisitively. "Do any of you guys know where Commander Bojack is? I have a message for him from Captain Zangya."

In response, the male Blizzard Corp soldier on the left nodded across the hall, "Of course. He's right over there."

Turning around, Gokuha swiftly searched the other side of the expressway wide corridor, before his blue eyes quickly spotted his superior standing in the shadow of a large pillar, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Dressed in the same uniform as the rest of them, save for the extra markings on his pauldrons designating him as the highest-ranking member of their troop, the large, beefy, and intimidating looking Hera sporting the diamond shaped gold earrings and gruesome scar over his face, stood against the barrier with his eyes closed and a very concentrated look on his visage.

Smiling when he found him, Gokuha promptly crossed the passageway and stopped a few paces short of his boss. Resting his hand over his sword, the warrior with the orange, spiky locks addressed the man with the bushy mane reaching down past his shoulders. "Commander?"

Shortly after being addressed, Bojack cracked open his eyes and glanced down at the master swordsman. "What do you have to report, Gokuha?"

"Sir," the Hera began promptly and on point, "Zangya radioed in to Bido a few minutes ago. She said that Lord Slug's forces are almost completely destroyed… and that the young prince Cooler has joined the final leg of the battle. He's currently facing off against the demented warlord as we speak."

Processing this report, the Commander of the Blizzard Corp tapped a finger against his bicep. "Good. Anything else?"

"She… also mentioned that- in addition to Prince Kuriza- the Ginyu Force has also been captured by the leader… and that Prince Cooler is having a hard time fighting against the rebel Empire's leader," Gokuha informed, keeping a hand on his hilt as he relayed this information to his boss. Upon seeing the big Hera stop drumming a finger against his arm, the swordsman shrugged. "My guess is that this invader from the unknown regions was a lot stronger than we earlier anticipated."

Nodding at this information, Bojack then gave an indignant grunt and shut his eyes once again. "It makes no difference. If things get out of hand, Zangya will be able to take care of it. After all, she's my second in command… and the second strongest member of the Blizzard Corp. If anyone can clean this mess up if or when things go south, she can."

Smile widening slightly at seeing his commander take this information in stride, the swordsman Hera then turned around and looked towards the door where his colleagues Masha and Koga were standing. Upon inspecting the entrance for a moment and noticing that the room indicator light above was on, Gokuha then cocked an eyebrow. "Is Emperor Cold still in his meditation chamber?"

"Yeah," Bojack sighed, his right eye opening slightly and glancing towards the sealed entrance as well. "He's been in there ever since we informed him about his grandson's kidnapping. He hasn't spoken, eaten, or moved an inch from the centre of the room since. My guess is that he's locked in a very deep state of concentration."

Gokuha, furrowing his brow in confusion, looked back at his superior inquisitively. "Any particular reason why he decided to train?"

"Don't know," the commander replied with a shrug, his finger tapping impatiently against his arm. "He just said he was feeling sluggish and needed to work out some stress, so he locked himself in the room and cranked the gravity settings up to maximum. He's asked me to stand guard and report back to him on any developments."

"Huh... is that so?" Gokuha murmured, before looking back towards the room's entrance along with his superior. As both he and Bojack eyed the room, the swordsman with the lazy expression on his face twiddled his fingers anxiously. "I wonder what kind of training he's doing in there."

It was a fair question. After all, since the room was preventing them from sensing their king's energy signature, they had no idea what kind of exercises he was performing.

Were one to peer through the layers of steel and iron making up the chamber, what you would find was a perfectly square room, covered from floor to ceiling with white, metal tiles, reinforced with an energy field capable of withstanding blasts powerful enough to destroy a planet. The low hum of the room's internal engines, which were hardwired into the palace itself, could be heard echoing around the cell from all directions. And in the centre of this completely empty, objectless, sterile environment, the massive form of King Cold himself could be seen meditating in mid-air.

Unlike before, the former Supreme Commander of the Cold Force and Planet Trade Organization- now semi-retired- was currently assumed in a state that was completely different to any he'd been seen in before. No longer did he sport the purple skin, white carapace plates and horns of his race's signature second form, but the sleeker, more refined, and combat efficient evolution of his true, final form.

On first glance, the alien looked exactly like his son Frieza in his final form. However, on closer inspection, King Cold's true form shared traits from both his sons. Though his outline bore a strong resemblance to his youngest son's final form, the majority of his skin had a light, purplish tint to it, with the only aspects that were white being his head, forearms, calves, and chest- which gave him the appearance of wearing carapace armour, just like Cooler. Aside from his unique bio-suit's design, the man was also incredible tall, and would easily stand at twice the height of his two boys, were he not sitting in a cross-legged position and locked in deep meditation.

As the Great King Cold floated in place with his hands on his knees and tail dangling behind him, a field of pink, mist-like energy pulsed and crackled around him. With sparks of white lightning also shooting off his aura every few seconds- striking the floor and singing it in several places- the Great Emperor appeared even more imposing of a force than he ever had in his reduced forms.

It was a fact that was punctuated further by the giant monitor built into the wall behind him, the scanner of which was clocking his power output between 9,000,000,000 and 10,000,000,000.

Despite being stuck in a room with a gravity output of over ten thousand, the tyrant and old king had been able to float there for the past fortnight without moving an inch. After being lost in deep thought and concentration for Kai knows how long, the man eventually opened his eyes, and revealed a pair of glowing red irises glaring beneath the lids, which seemed to burn like two dead stars in space.

The moment he revealed his gaze to the white, sterile environment, an evil smile slowly tugged at his pitch-black lips and wrinkled face. The act of doing so caused his power to spike sharply, which in turn cracked the gravity room in multiple places.

OOO

(Meanwhile)

(Back on Eclipse I)

After about twenty minutes of flying around the sky at top speed and attempting to land a clean hit on his foe to damage him, the fierce and determined Emperor Cooler had quickly come to the horrifying realization that he'd probably bitten off a little more than he could chew.

Even after ascending to his race's recently acquired Fifth Form- or better yet Evolved Form- which not only increased his size, but also his strength, speed and power four-fold, the prince was still finding himself being pressured by his opponent and forced onto the defensive. No matter what attacks he used, where he launched them from, how quickly he struck, or how much power he put behind his blasts, the young emperor just couldn't for the life of him land a single effective shot.

Every attack he tried was either gunned down, absorbed, or deflected by his opponent's multi-layered defences, which not only proved to be far more durable than he'd expected, but also came with a shocking series of countermeasures and ripostes.

To clarify, Lord Slug possessed a move pool of ki-based techniques that was so deep and diverse that Cooler almost lost count of the number of attacks the guy had already thrown at him. The way he fought was also ingenious... and surprisingly conservative.

Right from the get-go, the warlord would start off each of his assaults by producing a group of golden plasma balls around his position numbering from four to six spheres in total, all of which would then continuously orbit his body in a defensive manner. With them, the man would then launch a variety of energy attacks with different patterns and very few tells between each one, including but not limited to: ground explosions, AOE blasts, beam attacks with a delayed or mixed firing rate, sprayed shots, hails of needles, blasts that arced upwards before raining down from the sky, a sweeping laser that practically cut through everything in its path, scattered plasma bullets which he unleashed from a single sphere, or a move where he would just go for broke and launch the entire plasma ball directly at Cooler for dramatic damage.

The combinations Lord Slug was able to doll out with these energy constructs were so varied, random and quick that the young emperor found it difficult to evade all of them. In fact, he ended up getting hit by quite a number of attacks and, much to the emperor's dismay, each of them hurt like hell. Not only that, but it seemed that the longer the fight seemed to drag on, the more complex Lord Slug's combinations became.

Furthermore, as much of a pain they were to avoid at long range, whenever Cooler tried to go in for some close range melee strikes on the alien spellcaster, not only were his blows blunted by an invisible forcefield surrounding both his target and his hostages, but the plasma balls would act as an extra line of interference. Every time the prince's punches were blocked or absorbed by the transparent barrier, one of Lord Slug's six spheres would appear in front of him and send out a series of spikes to impale or drive him off.

It. Was. Annoying.

All of this really boiled down to the user's complete and utter control of their actions. While Cooler was a well-recognized master energy manipulator and telepath in his own right- capable of moving entire landmasses with his mind and being able to fire all sorts of energy attacks ranging from finger beams to energy disks that he could control telekinetically- Lord Slug's abilities far exceeded his own by an insanely wide margin.

On top of being able to launch diverse attacks in rapid succession, the warlord could also produce and control different types of energy moves simultaneously without use of his hands or feet. To put it into perspective, while firing a laser beam from one of the plasma balls orbiting him, Lord Slug would telekinetically will a second plasma ball to lob a cluster of energy bullets at his target at the same time- all of which had homing capabilities- and at the same time produce another plasma ball out of thin air to replace the one he'd just used up. The amount of control a fighther would need to be able to pull off something like that, all without use of their hands or fingers, was so ludicrously high that Cooler couldn't fathom how the warlord had ever been able to reach such a level.

And to make matters worse, not only was Lord Slug able to do all these things seemingly without effort, but he hadn't even budged an inch from his throne.

The guy was literally just sitting there, cheek resting on his knuckles, while his right-hand was waving through the air like some sort of orchestra conductor. It was infuriating knowing that the guy was just acting so calm in this situation.

After dodging a series of golden bolts fired from another plasma ball orbiting the warlord's throne, the bruised and slightly grilled Cooler let out a frustrated snarl when he saw another two plasma balls form behind Lord Slug, joining the cluster of already existing three before morphing into a pair of spears. "This guy is seriously pissing me off!" the prince thought, a split second before having to dive hard when the two lances that formed behind the hooded warlord flew up at him to impale him.

Whoever this guy was or wherever he came from, he was using a fighting style that was completely different to anything that Cooler had ever faced before. He was like a mage- fighting from a stationary position while casting energy and plasma attacks at long range to keep his enemy on his toes. It was an opponent type the alien prince had never encountered, even after all his years of travelling the cosmos.

For the next several minutes, the pain kept rolling in, with the deeply amused Lord Slug casually waving his hand, producing more plasma balls around him, and lobbing simultaneous laser, arrow and ball attacks with them from his seat. The blasts went out in waves of twos and threes, endlessly hammering the countryside and generating fiery explosions one after the other in their intent to shoot the dodging Cooler out of the sky. From a distance, it was a truly glorious spectacle to witness, almost like the warlord was creating different types of fireworks with mixed sparks, bolts and fire balls being sent gushing into the sky.

The Ginyu Force certainly thought so, with the five frozen members gaping as they watched the blur that was Emperor Cooler dart between a salvo of energy beams fired in a cluster of five shots from a single plasma ball. They then saw him strafe the sky firing Death Beams towards the hail of energy arrows Lord Slug started peppering him with, aiming with the finger of his right hand and cackling all the while.

Eventually, after being forced to dodge a couple of plasma disks that came flying at him from different angles, a laser arrow eventually flew up and struck Cooler in the shoulder- causing a bright flash and knocking him spinning across the sky. "AGH! THAT'S IT!" he bellowed, spinning back around to face Lord Slug, swinging his right hand up, and rapidly producing a Supernova.

With a gap in the onslaught of barrages seized, Cooler rapidly produced a massive, sun-like energy ball over his head that lit up the sky and alarmed everyone within viewing distance of it. Several seconds after the ball had gained size and mass, the prince then hocked it straight down towards the citadel and the warlord sitting upon it.

While the Ginyu Force and Kuriza freaked out when they saw the large ball of burning energy fast approaching them, Lord Slug- expecting the alien to resort to such a measure- grinned broadly and extended his right hand, sending two of his plasma balls forward to slam into the oncoming, miniature sun. The two smaller spheres slammed into the globe, generating a shockwave that sent ripples of force and hot wind tearing across the landscape in all directions, as a tug-of-war match started up between the two opposing techniques.

The roar of the winds generated by the energy spheres deafened the countryside- parting the clouds and causing the entire region to shake violently. Though Kuriza and the Ginyu Force sat protected behind Lord Slug's shield, the group couldn't help but turn away, as the glare from the colliding attacks was too much for them to stare at.

In the midst of the battle between Lord Slug's plasma balls and the enormous sun bearing down on top of him, the Namekian then glanced to his left, where he saw two pink energy disks suddenly arc down from the sky and fly towards him. In response, the hooded warrior in the seat telekinetically sent two of his remaining plasma balls towards the approaching disks, the spheres thinning and transforming into blades themselves. A loud crack split the air when the two sets of disks slammed into one another and began to push against each other, sending sparks flying in all directions as both attempted to overpower the other.

"Hmm… interesting. So, this is your strategy, is it?" Lord Slug commented, keeping his right hand extended as his two plasma balls pushed back Cooler's Supernova and his two golden disks clashed with the two pink ones. With attacks coming at him from two different directions, the Namekian leader couldn't help but grin excitedly. "Recklessly attempting the same method of attack as me isn't going to work here, prince!"

The moment he shouted this; a bright pink energy beam suddenly came arcing down from the other side- dropping from the sky before homing in on Lord Slug from his blind spot. At precisely the same time, the Namekian's remaining plasma ball flew from the man's side and towards the approaching beam, colliding with it and resulting in a third energy tug of war battle.

Now, with the commander fending off three completely different attacks from three different directions, the pressure started to mount. The Supernova, the Death Saucers, and the Death Beam began to push back against the Namekian's defences, forcing his own attacks to start wavering under the force as the user of these three techniques began adding more power.

Lord Slug, though his arm tensed as he attempted to hold back the attacks, remained calm in the face of the deadly attacks. Eventually, following a very loud and chaotic wrestling match between himself and his determined foe, the hooded rebel leader chuckled as bolts of electricity then shot off his body.

"Good effort… but not good enough!" Slug bellowed, before sending a surge of energy forward and forcing his attacks into Cooler's.

What resulted was a cataclysmic reaction, as the golden plasma constructs simultaneously tunnelled into the emperor's energy waves and started a chain of events. Brilliant flashes filled the sky as the high-powered techniques ruptured at virtually the same time, a split second before three dome-shaped blasts- each possessing the force of a thermonuclear warhead behind each one- detonated in the air around the citadel. The intense, highly concentrated balls of fire swallowed up and scorched the sky, melted the ground, and lit up the planet's northern hemisphere, creating a scene reminiscent to three suns instantaneously forming in the air just above the mobile world, moments before they dissipated into thin air.

After the shockwaves rattled the planet, causing the citadel to rock violently under the tidal waves of force that crashed over it, smoke replaced the fireballs and blanketed the area. While Kuriza and the Ginyu Force had all their eyes clenched following the wake of the explosions, the patiently waiting Lord Slug then quickly scanned the area before him, unable to pierce the veil now filling his horizon.

Just as another set of plasma balls quickly began to form around him, the warlord then recoiled in surprise when he saw the heavy cloud of dust and frost break in front of him, followed immediately by Cooler's massive form blasting towards him.

"HRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" A cloak of pink ki burning around him and his arms crossed protectively over his face, the transformed alien bellowed at the top of his lungs as he charged straight at the stationary Lord Slug, his body moving so fast that when the enemy leader sent three of his newly formed plasma balls shooting towards him, they missed completely.

In the blink of an eye, Cooler was right in front of Lord Slug, swinging both arms out in a slicing motion. When at first the warlord thought his telekinetic barrier would protect him from the attack, the Namekian suddenly saw the field before him shatter like glass as the alien prince carved right through it, his left arm shrouded by the sharp, piercing glow of a pink energy blade. The Salza Blade.

SHING!

A shower of purple blood then splattered through the air when the prince, using the exact same swing to plough through Lord Slug's shield, cut right through the palm of Slug's hand.

A split second later, the moment he felt his hand get carved into, the seated Namekian swung his right hand across and smashed the remaining plasma ball hovering on his right into Cooler's side- hitting the emperor square in the flank and causing the sphere to detonate with a flash and a thunderclap.

Shouting in pain as his body got enveloped in the blast, Cooler was knocked spiralling out of the air and sent bouncing across the roof of the citadel. Managing to flip into a controlled spin after his third impact, the emperor then slammed both his three-toed feet into the metallic roof and slid to a stop, glaring up through his red eyes as the stationary Lord Slug slowly retracted his hand to stare down at the massive gash left in his palm.

Panting a few times from the effort, Cooler then felt a pained chuckle leave his lips as he slowly stood up. By the time he was up, both the Ginyu Force and Kuriza had finally opened their eyes, and all six of them were just realizing what'd happened. "Haha. It's about time I landed something…" the prince coughed out, before once more taking a fighting stance and whipping his tail behind him angrily. "How did you like that, Slug?"

Flexing his fingers as he watched purple blood dribble down from his open wound, the Namekian at first remained silent. Seconds later, the green warrior allowed a smile to tug back across his lips before a low series of laughs reverberated from his throat. "Weak. Heh. Was that the best you could do, Lord Cooler? All that… for just one scratch?" Slug asked, dropping his arm and, after shifting his weight forward, rising out of his throne. The frame of the seat creaked as the leader stood up- an action that stunned his observing hostages as he slowly, step by step, sauntered down the slope of his platform. "Pathetic."

Taking a cautious step back as he watched the cloaked warrior march down the elevation and onto the roof of his headquarters, Cooler felt a bit of sweat break around his crown when he saw orange electricity begin to spark off his enemy's body. "It's a start. But I'm sure I'll get somewhere if I keep trying," the emperor answered, not exactly liking what he was feeling.

Lord Slug scoffed at his remark- a smirk remaining plastered across his lips while his face remained shadowed by his cloak. "You can try. But you will fail… just like every other poor soul brave enough to try and stand against me," the hooded warrior responded, pivoting about as more orange electricity began to crackle off him in a cloud. As his energy levels began to climb at a phenomenal rate, alerting everyone in the vicinity to the approaching danger, the leader of the invading force grinned murderously at Cooler as he began plotting his next move. "Though I commend you for breaking through my barrier, I'm afraid this is as far as you go, young prince. I promised that if you managed to land a single blow on me that I would face you in combat as an equal…" Flicking back his cloak, the large Namekian then slowly started to raise his left hand and levelled his fingers towards the warrior. At the same time, orange electricity started zapping around his arm at a more intense rate. "But now… it's time I showed you what true horror… what true despair… looks like."

Cooler then threw up his guard, watched as bolts of electricity began shooting across the floor from Slug's feet. It was a sight that had the Ginyu Force shiver with fear, as they knew all too well what kind of technique the Namekian was going to use. Kuriza even had half a mind to call out to his uncle in warning, but the amount of killing intent wafting off the warlord was preventing him from uttering a sound.

Energy gathered and ready to rip, Lord Slug grinned. "Time to die… prince." He then thrust a hand forward for his attack, only to suddenly feel his arms suddenly snap to his sides and a tight, stinging sensation grip at the flesh of his body.

Seeing Lord Slug's body suddenly lock straight as a plank of wood and the lightning aura blasting off him stop caused Cooler, Kuriza, Ginyu and the others to blink in surprise, with all of them watching as the hooded warlord twitched and shook on the spot.

Frowning when he felt his form freeze up and the thin, biting sensation of what felt like incredibly sharp strings dig into his skin, the rogue leader attempted to tug at the binds. When that failed, he then cast his tiny eyes to the side where, across the roof of the citadel, Slug saw the white, armour clad form of Zangya standing several yards away- her right hand extended towards him and a serious look on her face.

It took a few moments, but the rest of the people on the roof spotted her too, and when they did a momentary sense of relief flooded through all of them. Even the paralysed Ginyu, Recoome, Burter, Guldo and Jeice became overcome with joy at seeing a fellow colleague on the scene.

Lord Slug, noticing the shimmer of wires running through the air from the woman's outstretched fingers, then felt a smile tug back at his lips, "Oh… what have we here…?"

Not even bothering to react to the man's remark, Zangya- her fingers curling as she further tightened the binds she'd managed to hook around the hooded leader- then spoke. "This conflict has gone on long enough, wretch. Order your forces to stand down and surrender immediately. Terms are non-negotiable."

While a surprised Cooler remained silent at the arrival of the Hera-seijin and his father's envoy, the prince then turned his attention back towards the Dark Empire's leader. When he did, he was just in time to see the hooded man's body shake as a string of chuckles left him.

"And why would I want to do that, darling?" Lord Slug asked, at the same time shooting a sadistic grin across at the blue-skinned female. His smile was foul enough and menacing enough to cause the powerful woman's eye to twitch.

"Because I said so," Zangya pressed, swinging her left finger forward and hurling another wire through the air, which she quickly snapped around the man's head and neck. The moment her transparent string bound around him and dug into his skin, causing his smirk to vanish slightly, the Hera-seijin continued. Feeling him fight back against his binds once more had the female inquisitor shake her head. "It's useless. You're not going anywhere thanks to my Chōnōryoku (Psycho Threads) sealing your movements. The bands cast by this technique are magically produced and are next to impossible to break out of. The more you struggle, the more energy gets drained from your body until you pass out or die. So, unless you want to get chopped into pieces right here and now, I suggest you comply with my demands and order your forces to stand down."

Lord Slug, quickly processing what the woman was saying to him, snickered openly before giving her another foul look. "It'll take more than this to get me to surrender, girl. Sorry… but I think I'll have to pass on your request."

"Is that your final answer, then?" Zangya asked, before quickly receiving her response when she felt Slug's muscles expand against her wires and his body shift slightly under the influence of her barrier. When she did, the Blizzard Corp soldier then tugged back on her extended left hand and drew the line on her finger in. "Very well. In the name of the Great Emperor King Cold, descendent of Great Emperor Storm, the White Gale Dancing over the Four Corners of Creation, I, Zangya- Captain and Second Guard to his Illustrious Majesty- hereby sentence you, Lord Slug, to death. May the soil lie light upon your wretched corpse."

The moment she said this, the Hera pulled back her left hand.

A loud 'shing' of metal then echoed across the roof, followed immediately by a sickening 'squelch' as the wire wrapped around Lord Slug's neck cut right through it and removed the warlord's head from his shoulders in a single stroke. The result was the warrior's skull and hood flying up into the air trailing blood, a split second before the other wires Zangya had bound around his airborne noggin sliced the decapitated cranium into ribbons- sending blood splattering across the metallic tiles in all directions.

The moment the bits and pieces of the Namekian's brain splashed across the floor, the warlord's now brainless, powerless body then collapsed to its knees with a loud thump. The sight had Kuriza gaping in horror, while a couple members of the Ginyu Force had to swallow their vomit.

"Ugh… bloody hell," Jeice remarked.

"That… was gross," Burter complied, ignoring the sound of Guldo retching next to him and trying to hold in his stomach's contents.

Managing to hold it together after gulping down in disgust, a stunned Recoome then looked between himself and his companions. "So… is… is it over…? Did we win?"

As Cooler relaxed his stance, the emperor and the collection of hostages then turned their attention to Zangya, who they saw nod her head affirmatively. "Yes. It's over. And not a moment too soon either," she answered, keeping her right hand extended towards the headless corpse of the warlord she'd soundly ended moments ago. After a quick, disgusted glare at his remains, the Hera then relaxed her hand and deactivated her Psycho Threads…

… or… she tried to.

"Huh?" Confused, the orange haired warrior attempted to cut off energy to her technique again, tugging on her wires once, twice… three times… but to no effect. "Hey! What the hell… why can't I deactivate my wires?" Her frantic question alerting the group's attention to her unexpected problem, the Blizzard Corp lieutenant then pulled on her hand, but found her wires were still live and working, and the energy in her body was being fed into it.

In fact, after a couple more seconds and attempts to deactivate the threads of her barrier, the Hera-seijin discovered to her shock that all the ki in her body was starting to pour into her active wires- an effect that could now be seen by the blue glow running up and down the threads in the form of mist-like flames.

Pulling on the wires for the fifth time, Zangya cursed, "Shit!"

"Hey! What's going on?" Cooler barked out, not knowing what was going on as he watched the woman's aura rush down the cables and into the warlord's headless body. "What the heck are you doing?!"

"AAGH! I-I'm not doing anything!" the Hera shouted back, her composure breaking in that moment as she pulled her right hand back again. "I don't know what the hell's happening!"

It was on that same tug the woman then attempted to end her move by slicing the remains of Lord Slug's body for good, in hope that maybe it will stop the energy rapidly leaving her. However, the instant she added tension to the strings to perform a second execution, the Hera and everybody else scattered around the roof then watched in complete disbelief as the headless body not only resisted the cutting effects of the wires, but suddenly straightened up like a disembodied puppet, threw its right arm out, and grabbed hold of the threads with its mangled hand.

The second the corpse grabbed her magically produced net, Zangya let out a cry of alarm when a massive portion of her energy suddenly went rushing down the still-connected strings and into the undead Lord Slug. Feeling her stamina rapidly leaving her and her knees starting to get wobbly as a result, the now panicking Hera-seijin clenched her teeth and acted.

With her left hand free, the elite guard grabbed the sword on her belt, drew it swiftly, and sent a burst of energy into the blade. The moment the metal lit up with a blue aura, she then swung it in front of her right hand- cutting through the wires and forcibly separating herself from her binds. Springing back as fast as she possibly could, the orange-haired beauty then dropped to her knees several paces away and gasped in fright.

From there, she, Cooler, Kuriza, and the members of the Ginyu Force then looked on in morbid horror as the headless body of Lord Slug, once dead and devoid of a living soul, slowly stood up and staggered around. His boots scraping through his own blood and brains, the lumbering corpse then lazily raised its hands, brought them forward, and began to clap.

Clap. Clap. Clap. A beat that was as terrifying as the form that was producing it.

Jaws dropping, the horrified members of the Cold Force then felt a cold sweat run down their faces when they heard a familiar, disembodied voice speak- seemingly all around them. "Well struck, girl. Well struck." Echoing and gurgling from every direction, the group then witnessed the headless body stop walking and raise its right hand. After holding its arm forward for a moment, it then curled its fingers into a fist, swung it in, and struck the centre of its chest. The second it did, another sickening squelch rang out and, from the hollow space where Lord Slug's head used to be, a second one sprang out of its host in a spray of blood and slime. As soon as his head reappeared atop his shoulders, the now fully alive, well, and regenerated warlord with the permanent scar running over his eye grinned menacingly at the stunned and significantly weakened Zangya. "But sadly… not good enough."

Jaw opening and closing a couple of times, the now badly shaken and drained Hera-seijin stuttered in disbelief, "H-How the fuck… are you still alive?"

Raising his right hand and looking down at the cut that was still there from earlier, the Namekian warlord smirked. "The cold depths of the void are a pathway to many abilities some would consider to be… unnatural," he said, flexing his fingers a couple of times before watching as the scar in his palm slowly healed itself shut before his very eyes. The moment his wound closed and repaired itself, Slug smirked up at Zangya and then across at Cooler- who was also gawking at him through his carapace face mask. "Had you tried that move on me a century ago, you probably would've killed me. But I've evolved far beyond what I once was… far beyond the mortal shell I used to inhabit." Bolts of orange lightning starting to crackle off the Namekian once again, the terrified group then saw him stomp forward and smirk at the leader of the branch of the PTO, who felt his body start to shake at the sinister aura he could sense building around him. The rest of the group also felt it too- cold, unrelenting, continuous waves of terror gripping them as the maniacal leader of the invading force approached his enemy and bombarded him with copious amounts of bloodlust. "I am more than mere flesh and bone. I am despair embodied. Darkness given physical form. No matter how many times you strike me down, I will always return… for I am eternal. I do not eat… I do not sleep… death no longer holds sway over me… and I absolutely will not stop… until darkness rules this world!"

Upon hearing this and seeing more bolts of orange lightning begin shooting off the warlord, Cooler, reaching into his collar, pulled out a small, cylinder-shaped comm unit he had fixed to his bio suit, pressed the top of it, and shouted into the receiver. "Commander Gray! Pull all your men back to the ships! Full retreat! This was a bad move!"

"B-But Lord Cooler…" the tiny communicator crackled back.

"JUST DO IT!" Cooler barked, not giving the man a chance to question his orders as the kneeling Zangya swiftly stood up and swung her sword forward.

Grin widening, Lord Slug let out a dark laugh at the desperation he heard in the prince's voice. "It is useless. There is no escape," he hissed, a split second before he thrust a hand forward and behind his and unleashed a torrent of orange lightning from his fingers. The blasts of electricity bolted across the roof faster than Cooler and Zangya could react, a split second before both warriors were struck by the currents of energy, engulfed, and lifted into the sky. "There is only me!"

Thunderclaps echoed all around as the lightning Lord Slug unleashed from his hands caused a miniature storm and typhoon, which sent more lightning raining down on the surrounding fields to bombard the war-ravaged mountains and valleys. The armies fighting just over the hill literally had to duck and cover when orange energy from above began shooting down from the clouds and annihilating entire sections of land- felling plateaus, splitting the ice, and sending blasts of electricity shooting everywhere. In a matter of seconds, terror and chaos gripped the land as the people of the Seventh Fleet ran for their lives amidst the cyclone.

And as the effects of his attack spread, Cooler and Zangya were subjected to the most bone-racking pain they'd ever suffered- screams of agony tearing from their throats as currents of lightning wrapped around their bodies, passed through them, and began frying them from the inside out. Sparks and bolts further shot off them in a display that was unbearable to watch, as their airborne bodies bent, twisted, warped, and contorted in every way that was physically possible.

Kuriza and the Ginyu Force sat silent, gaping in hopeless terror as the two warriors sent to rescue them were blasted in and out of consciousness by the streams of hate-filled energy pouring from Lord Slug's hands.

As sparks flew and screams perforated the air all around, the grinning warlord cackled madly as coarse energy danced and swirled around him in a vortex. Unleashing another surge of lightning, he continued to rack both Cooler and Zangya, watching as the latter dropped her sword while the former curled into a ball, before snapping open as more lightning gushed through his body.

"First you. Then Frieza. Then King Cold. And then… the rest of the universe!" Lord Slug exclaimed, before hitting them with another surge of lightning.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Author's Note: The next chapter will be the final chapter in the Lord Slug Saga. The final battle is at hand!

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Okay, so everyone has a general idea where everything stands right now, here is the list of canon power levels I'm using, and you can use them to compare to the Alter Age story power levels. I got this list from the neoseeker website, because in my opinion it's the more accurate and understandable:

Canon Storyline Power Levels (Estimation): (because, you know, everyone has their own opinions, and bear in mind I'm basing this on the anime and movies, with a little bit of the manga sprinkled here and there)

The Future of Trunks:

Android 18 – 300,000,000

Android 17 – 300,000,000

Mirai Gohan – 6,000,000

Super Saiyan Mirai Gohan (x50) – 300,000,000

Mirai Trunks – 3,000,000

OOO

Pre-Android Saga:

Mecha Frieza (4th/Final Form) – 190,000,000

King Cold (2nd Form) – 150,000,000

Frieza Soldiers (Each) – 2,000 (average)

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Mirai Trunks (Suppressed) – 5

Mirai Trunks – 5,000,000

Super Saiyan Mirai Trunks (x50) – 250,000,000

Goku – 6,000,000

Super Saiyan Goku (x50) – 300,000,000

OOO

Android Saga (3 Years Later):

Yamcha – 2,000,000

Krillin – 2,500,000

Tien – 3,500,000

Gohan – 3,000,000

Piccolo (Suppressed) – 8,000,000

Piccolo (Full Power) - 300,000,000

Goku – 8,000,000

Super Saiyan Goku (x50) – 400,000,000

Super Saiyan Goku (Heart Virus - Reduction) – 200,000,000

Vegeta – 7,500,000

Super Saiyan Vegeta (x50) – 375,000,000

Mirai Trunks – 5,500,000

Super Saiyan Mirai Trunks (x50) – 275,000,000

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Android 19 – 200,000,000

Android 19 (Energy Absorbed) – 320,000,000

Android 20 – 250,000,000

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Android 17 – 700,000,000

Android 18 – 700,000,000

Android 16 – 1,000,000,000

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Imperfect Cell – 500,000,000

Piccolo (Fused with Kami) – 700,000,000

OOO

Imperfect Cell Saga:

Piccolo (fused with Kami) – 700,000,000

Android 17 – 700,000,000

Android 18 – 700,000,000

Imperfect Cell – 1,000,000,000

Android 16 – 1,000,000,000

Semi-Perfect Cell – 2,000,000,000

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Vegeta – 37,500,000

Super Saiyan Vegeta (x50) – 1,875,000,000

Super Saiyan 2nd Grade Vegeta (+50%) – 2,500,000,000

Trunks – 38,000,000

Super Saiyan Trunks (x50) – 1,900,000,000

Super Saiyan 2nd Grade Trunks (+50%) – 2,850,000,000

Super Saiyan 3rd Grade Trunks (Ultra Super Saiyan) (+75%) – 3,325,000,000

Perfect Cell – 4,000,000,000

OOO

Cell Games:

Yamcha – 12,500,000

Krillin – 30,000,000

Tien – 40,000,000

Android 18 – 700,000,000

Android 16 – 2,000,000,000

(Before you review, YES, I know the power levels are ridiculous here, but think about it. If we take any of these power levels literally or at face value, neither of the human characters would've stood a lick of a chance against the Cell Jrs, nor would they have given them any kind of trouble during their fights, especially if each of them is said to be as powerful as Perfect Cell. If you move away from the manga and watch the fight in the anime, the human Z-fighters manage to hold out for a little while and even manage to smack around a few of the Cell Jrs a couple of times, though this is only to dramatic effect. And this is supposedly when Cell and his clones are over a hundred… or a thousand times stronger than them.

I think it is during the whole Android Saga where the power scaling really starts going out of whack, and people like Krillin, Yamcha and Tien, people even weaker than a Super Saiyan, survive even longer than a minute against creatures/androids dozens of times more powerful than Final Form Frieza).

Piccolo (after training in Hyperbolic Time Chamber) – 3,200,000,000

Vegeta – 50,000,000

Super Saiyan Vegeta – 2,500,000,000

Super Saiyan 2nd Grade Vegeta (+50%) – 3,750,000,000

Mirai Trunks – 50,000,000

Super Saiyan Mirai Trunks – 2,500,000,000

Super Saiyan 2nd Grade Mirai Trunks (+50%) – 3,750,000,000

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Goku (Post Hyperbolic Time Chamber): 100,000,000

Super Saiyan Goku (Full Power – x50)- 5,000,000,000

Perfect Cell: 5,000,000,000 to 6,000,000,000

Perfect Cell (Zenkai): 7,000,000,000

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Cell Juniors (Each) – 6,000,000,000

Perfect Cell (Full Power): 8,000,000,000

Gohan (Post Hyperbolic Time Chamber) - 120,000,000

Super Saiyan Gohan (Full Power – x50) – 6,000,000,000

Super Saiyan 2 Gohan (SSJ x2) – 12,000,000,000

Super Saiyan 2 Gohan – 12,500,000,000

Super Saiyan 2 Gohan (Wounded) – 7,500,000,000

Super Perfect Cell (Zenkai) – 11,000,000,000

OOO

Bojack Saga:

Yamcha – 12,500,000

Krillin – 32,000,000

Tien – 42,000,000

Android 18 – 700,000,000

Android 17 – 700,000,000

Piccolo – 3,800,000,000

Vegeta – 54,000,000

Super Saiyan Vegeta – 2,700,000,000

Super Saiyan 2nd Grade Vegeta (+50%) – 4,050,000,000

Mirai Trunks – 54,000,000

Super Saiyan Mirai Trunks – 2,700,000,000

Super Saiyan 2nd Grade Mirai Trunks (+50%) – 4,050,000,000

Gohan – 150,000,000

Super Saiyan Gohan – 7,500,000,000

Super Saiyan 2 Gohan – 15,000,000,000

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Gokuha – 1,000,000,000

Super Hera Gokuha – 4,000,000,000

Bujin – 3,500,000,000

Bido – 3,800,000,000

Zangya – 5,000,000,000

Bojack – 6,000,000,000

Super Hera Bojack – 11,000,000,000

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Dragonball Z - Alter Age Power levels:

Salza – 27,000,000

Glamourous Salza (Gigantification x35) – 945,000,000

Myra – 26,000,000

Super Hera Myra (x50) – 1,300,000,000

Neiz – 24,000,000

Neiz (Raiken/Lightning Fist x35) – 840,000,000

Dore – 24,000,000

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

Gohan – 25,000,000

Oozaru Gohan (x10) – 250,000,000

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

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

Super Oozaru Gohan (SSJ x10) – 12,500,000,000

Gohan (Post Zenkais) – 30,000,000

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Lucoa (Base) – 25,000,000

Giant Dragon Lucoa – 250,000,000

Burning State Lucoa – 500,000,000

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

Giant Inferno Dragon Lucoa – 12,500,000,000

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Cooler (4th/Final Form – 100%) – 330,000,000

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

Cooler (5th/Evolved Form – Full Power) – 2,300,000,000

Zangya – 5,000,000,000

Zangya (Energy drained) – 2,500,000,000

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

Lord Slug (True Power – Potential Unlocked) – 2,800,000,000

Lord Slug, The Super Namek (Energy Absorbed) – 5,200,000,000