Continuing From The Previous Chapter...
The battles continued as usual, signifying that everyone still had a will to fight after witnessing the elimination of Hit. Goku didn't move from his spot, only staring at Jiren and his allies all huddled up in one area. He clenched his fist, wanting another crack at Jiren once more but restrained himself from doing so. He knew that in his current state, he wasn't even going to make Jiren think that he was even worthy of looking at and that wasn't a opinion...it was just the facts. The hero of Earth soon felt a hand placed on his shoulder. He turned, seeing 21's serious expression and instantly knew what he must two soon got up and leaped out of their hiding spot and landed next to 17 who looked bored from keeping watch. The park ranger uncrossed his arms, "About time you two are finished. I was beginning to become impatient.".
"Impatient? I didn't think you would be that type 17?" Goku admitted.
17 shrugged as he closed his eyes, "I never knew either. Besides, I think we are about to have company in a few.". On cue, the trio were surrounded by four new fighters. Interesting enough, they were all machines with only one of them being cyborg. The cyborg eyes were completely green in color with mechanical linings tracing over them and down towards his chin. His skin was white and on his arms were two crystal like gems embedded in them. His head was shaped into two tentacle that stretched down his back. His gray skin was covered with white armor that pointed from his shoulders and green outlines while his boots only matched the color scheme.
"Allow me to introduce ourselves, universe 7. I am the strongest cyborg created by the great doctor Paparoni, Bell. The three here are my modified comrades, Koitsukai, Panchia, and Bollarator...," Bell snickered as his allies gathered. Goku was about to take a stance until 21 and 17 step in front of him.
"We'll take care of this, Goku. You go try to recover the rest of your stamina while we keep them busy," 17 assured.
Goku blinked a few times, "Are you sure? You know if I leave it will become a four vs two?". 17 merely turned and smirk at his question of concern. Goku quickly realized how sure he was on this and nodded before leaping away. The robots tracked the Saiyan down with there radar and fired a combined energy wave at him. The attack was fast approaching until someone slapped it away into the sky. He landed next to his comrades and glared at the new opponents before them.
"If you want to fight my father then you'll have to defeat us first," Gohan claimed. The four universe 3 warriors didn't utter a word and simply got ready to fight. Gohan took a stance along side with 21 and 17 as things were about to get heated.
"So Gohan, where exactly did you come from anyways?" 17 asked.
"I was just simply following my father energy and tracked him all the way over here only to find him being attacked," Gohan replied.
17 nodded and turned his attention back to his opponent, "Well, you arrived just in time to lend us a hand. We can't sense these guys energy but the smell of oil and machinery is definitely strong with them. I guess all these years fighting as a park ranger does pay off.".
"I see, then we'll have to fight with our other senses rather than relying on our Ki. I've recovered my stamina after a whiles worth of rest and I also feel stronger than before. The trickiest part will be dealing with cyborg since he is mostly organic like you 17," Gohan decided.
"Mind if I take the cyborg?" 21 asked.
Gohan looked at her with confusion, "You sure you can handle him 21?". 21 nodded, her tail wagging around in anticipation.
"I'm sure. You two can probably deal with the three robots as from what I can tell by their design, they aren't going to appear to be too difficult if we split them up to at least two at a time. Due to the majin cells inside of me, I'll be able to take hits while recovering at a rate faster than Majin Buu can perform. It's the best comprise in this situation," 21 explained.
Gohan rubbed his chin for a second until a thought came to mind, "But what if you use up too much power? Will you still be able to heal afterwards?". 21 shook her head, unsure on how to answer that.
"I don't know, but if we can finish this quickly then I am sure I can still heal afterwards," 21 answered.
Gohan stared blankly until he re-entered his stance and smirked, "Alright then, we'll just put them down quickly!". All seven of them charged at the same time, the collision resulting into a large eruption of energy of various colors.
Back On Earth...
"So, Goku's already ready to fight once more already. It's a good thing 21 was there otherwise, things could of been worse for us," Krillin commented, taking a bite out of potentially his last cheeseburger if they lose.
Riley stared closely as she sat on the railing of the balcony, her eyes glued to the screen as she searched for her brother, "I wonder how's Kuzuku doing with his fight? We haven't been able to see him for quite a while now.". Whis heard the Saiyan girl's question and went on to change the images they were seeing to something else. At first it looked to be nothing but a empty area with no one around until two unrecognizable figures seemed to have clashed in the center, the ground beneath them shattering into a crater. The dust cleared, reveal both Stark and Kuzuku locked in a hand to hand struggle with bio-electricity dancing around their body.
"The two seem to be going at it pretty evenly. Who ever that is, he's pretty formidable," Roshi mumbled, his sunglasses reflecting the light of the moon. Ace stepped forward in order to get a closer look. His wife took a few steps in order to stand next to him, wrapping her hands around his strong arms in order to comfort him.
Liz gave him a genuine smile as he looked at her, "He'll be fine, it's Kuzuku we're talking about. After everything we've seen, we should have faith in him.". Ace gulped nervously, nodding in acceptance as the two went back to looking towards the screen.
"I sure hope you're right, Liz...We're counting on you, Kuzuku. Don't you dare fall off just yet...," Ace prayed silently.
Just as he prayed, Kuzuku and Stark instantly broke free from each other, their fist colliding immediately afterwards with great force. Kuzuku smirked as the two stared into each other eyes, causing confusion in his adversary's mind. The Saiyan grabbed his arm before he could even realize it and tugged him in close for a gut wrenching knee to the stomach. Stark gasped for air before another kick connected with his chin, forcing him to stumble back a bit. Though Stark recovered quick enough to block a kick aimed directly towards his gut, the force was strong enough to pass through his guard, damaging him just a bit. Kuzuku could feel his posture beginning to crumble and continued on with his barrage of kicks, starting off by delivering a low-kick to the back of his right calf. The pain stunned him long enough for a jumping high-knee, though it was blocked it most certainly forced him to lean backwards but due to the pain he was now feeling on his calf muscle, he was forced to one knee on the ground. The Saiyan's feet touched the ground as swiftly as it can be, his other leg already delivering a roundhouse kick to Stark's gut. The universe 4 warrior was knocked off his feet and was now hurling towards the large timer in the middle of the stage. Kuzuku chased after him so he couldn't get any breathing room but seeing this, Stark brought two hands out and unleashed a barrage of Ki blasts towards the Saiyan. He watched them evade each one elegantly without a scratch and pressed on with his pursuit. But that was pretty much all apart of his plan and he couldn't help but smirk to himself. The Saiyan noticed this strange expression he was giving off and looked around him, his eyes widening at the realization. He was now surrounded by a half-dozen Ki orbs of around the same size. The mere energy they were emitting could already tell you that they were definitely something to not get hit by.
"Rinkaku Arts: Sixth King's Radiance, Grateful Energy Bombs!" Stark shouted, commanding his six orbs to collide into Kuzuku one by one. The Saiyan had little time to dodge as the orbs rammed themselves into them. At first he was about to brace for impact, waiting for the explosion to consume him. But instead of an explosion, he felt a painful electrifying shock across his body. He howled in pain as his body soon became heavier and he was instantly dragged straight into the ground, crashing like a one-hundred ton weight that was dropped a few stories above the ground. Kuzuku felt a great pressure hold him down as he tried to get up through raw force. He slowly managed to lift his head from the gravel beneath him and looked up into the sky. His eyes widened, seeing several large orbs but this time they were more violent. He was sure these would explode with devastating force this time.
"Rinkaku Arts: Seventh Radiance, Seven Heavenly Binds!" Stark roared, unleashing seven energy blast at the restricted Kuzuku. The Saiyan growled under his breath, his Ki flaring so bright that it completely destroyed his restraints. Immediately, Kuzuku leaped into the air, dodging the attacks just like he did before and left the blasts to explode behind him. Stark flipped onto the timer he was hurling towards and used it to lunge himself towards Kuzuku. The two clashed fist, leaving a loud sonic boom to echo throughout the arena. Both their energies flared in contrast to one another, their fists pressing hard against the other for dominance. Kuzuku gritted his teeth, having enough of using brute force to win this struggle and teleported behind Stark without him being aware. The universe 4 warrior was left in the air for a moment until he felt Kuzuku reappear behind him. By the time he had turned around it was too late, the Saiyan had kicked him hard in the gut and pushed him through several large pieces of rubble before kicking him again win the same leg. He went crashing into one more large piece of debris, his body just embedded on the side as rubble fell to the ground.
Stark opened one eyelid and groaned, "Now that was foul...". Before he could even think of another strategy, he sensed Kuzuku behind the rubble, charging a Kamehameha in the process. Hastily, Stark broke free and powered up to brace himself for the blast that disintegrated the rock that bound him. He tanked the blast rather easily and was ready to fire his Primary Flash Cannon once it faded but Kuzuku kicked his hand away, disrupting the channeling of Ki. Stark grunted as he was kicked to the ground once more, his feet used to create friction in hopes to slow himself down. Once he came to a complete stop, he looked up to see Kuzuku charging towards him with frightening speeds.
"Enough of this shit...!" Stark grumbled, dodging the Saiyan direct punch with a sidestep. The universe 4 warrior took advantage of this opening by subsequently kneeing him hard in the stomach. He then went to uppercut him in the chin along with two punches across the face before grabbing him by the shirt and throwing him over his shoulder. Kuzuku flipped himself onto one leg but he wasn't fast enough to prevent Stark's next attack.
"Rinkaku Arts: Eighth King's Radiance, First Palm Cannon!"
Stark fiercely thrush his palm forward, generating a powerful ring of pure energy around his palm before it unleashed a seemingly invisible attack that struck Kuzuku directly in his stomach. The Saiyan proceeded to be barrage with a countless amount of those, eventually fall to his knees as the barrage seemingly stopped. He breathed heavily after taking all of those direct hits, "What were those? I couldn't even see the attack approach, I can sense it but yet it's approach was too fast to see.". Kuzuku got up slowly and got ready to charge in.
"If that's the case then I simply have to predict the flow of energy and it's direction before it's fired!" The Saiyan roared, dashing in by moving side to side in hopes to make himself a harder target. Stark's arms began to move rapidly, a onslaught of the same attack from before coming straight from his palms. Kuzuku's zigzag movement were actually proving to be effective along side of predicting Stark's each attack though it was proving to be a task in of itself as he had to concentrate pretty hard. Though, his intense focus would prove to be his downfall in this situation. The Saiyan had unfortunately stepped on a wet spot after dodging yet another energy wave, his balance becoming completely disrupted.
"Shit!" Kuzuku mentally cursed to himself for making such a easy mistake. With quick thinking, Kuzuku stopped himself with one arm and used instant transmission to teleport behind Stark in hopes of catching him off guard. The Saiyan raised his leg for a diagonal kick to the back of his skull, however, he froze when he noticed the universe 4 warrior's gaze had already locked onto him. Without hesitation, Stark kicked him right in his stomach and then kicked him two more times across both sides of his face, leaving the Saiyan stunned for a bit. Once his composer was replenished, Kuzuku went to block the last kick, though his guard wasn't enough to neutralize the attack entirely as his feet skidded across the ground until he came to a full stop.
"He thinks at least one step ahead of me every time. It's a good thing I can overwhelm him in this form but it seems he's adjusting to my speed and power quickly so he's pressuring me into making mistakes for openings that would wear me down," Kuzuku thought, clutching his arm to ooze the tingly feeling it now has. Just as his thought finished, he was distracted enough for Stark to deck him across the face though it didn't do enough damage to rupture Kuzuku's stance by much. This was evident as the Saiyan returned the favor with a gut blow that caused him to levitate for a second. Kuzuku quickly retracted his fist and went for a high kick to the side of Stark's skull but nonetheless the universe 4 warrior anticipated the attack and blocked it with his forearm. He then delivered a firm punch to Kuzuku chest before landing another blow towards his face that would unassumingly knock him off his feet, but the Saiyan flipped himself onto one hand with a mere act of flexibility. The next thing Stark knew, Kuzuku's tail was wrapped around his neck in a tight hold: leaving him vulnerable for a barrage of kicks to his face while he stood upside down. He then finished up with a blow to his ribs, earning a gag from Stark before he flipped himself upright while throwing the warrior into a pile of rubble. The collision was similar to that of a plane crashing right into a mountain, debris flying everywhere and smoke covering the results until
*Zrrrrrks! Zrrrrks!*
Kuzuku noticed the sudden sound of static electricity and looked closer to see stray bolts of lighting flickering inside of the debris. He stayed on guard, wondering if this was one of his techniques that would unleash another devastating attack. But moments later, a large flash of energy shot out of the rubble and the smoke surrounding it completely disappeared. Kuzuku crossed his arms, shielding his eyes from the blinding light and the powerful gales that came with it. Kuzuku looked closely as the light dialed down and saw that Stark was shrouded in a new Ki that was different from his previous one. It became more jagged, spewing out turquoise electricity. His hair became more spiked up, only loosely leaving a few strain of hair that covered his face. Nothing much changed other than the fact that his entire body glowed as soon as his aura calmed down.
Stark muttered calmly, "Rinkaku Arts: Ninth King's Radiance, True King's Radiant Battle Form...". His eyes glued onto Kuzuku who was still processing his new appearance. He glared, his facial expression and overall tension thickening.
"You deserve a pat on the back, Kuzuku. You forced me to bring out one of the most difficult yet powerful techniques in the Rinkaku arts." Stark complimented, clapping his hands in an attempt of applause.
Kuzuku lowered his hands, though, he usually remains diligent on his defenses: it was a big mistake, "You shouldn't let your guard down for even a second, especially in battles like these.". Kuzuku's eyes darted behind him, catching a glance of Stark's back face. Immediately, Kuzuku was struck right in his ribs, his body being flown into a large rock with his back bouncing hard off it. He coughed out some blood, falling to his knees before he slowly got back up. He saw Stark simply standing in his previous position before he was practically thrown meters away. The Saiyan clutched his ribs and grunted, eventually regaining his stance all the while making sure he didn't make the same mistake.
"Tell me, what do you think about kings?" Stark asked, gaining the Saiyan's attention.
Kuzuku blinked for a moment but stayed on his toes, "Why ask me that question? Aren't we in the middle of a fight?". The Saiyan didn't get a direct answer, merely another glare to peer pressure him into answering. He sighed, knowing this was something that he wasn't going to let down.
"Well, kings are suppose to be loyal to the people and be advocates to the citizens that live under their rule. But in many cases, they come in many forms, many being mostly greedy and unjust while some being down right righteous and noble," Kuzuku answered with a sigh in his voice.
Stark smirked, "That would normally be the case, something that i'd expect from you.". Kuzuku could feel a temper coming along.
"If you knew the answer then why ask the question?" Kuzuku muttered dangerously, annoyed by his simple yet generalized question.
Stark became serious once again, "Well to tell you blatantly, I am actually the current king of planet Nurak. Long ago, a civilization with rather advanced technology split it's faction into two with one traveling to universe 7. They settled on a planet that would come to be known as Zertex but from what I read in books, the planet seemed to have ceased to be.". Stark looked up into the void, remembering the faces of the citizens that would surround him with smiles.
"The Rinkaku arts are usually taught to those second to the king in an act of loyalty and servitude...," Stark commented halfheartedly.
Kuzuku raised an eyebrow for a second, his previous expression softening "If that's the case, how come you are using those techniques if they are meant for someone to be your bodyguard?". Stark started to chuckle at his question as it was to be expected as a normal reaction. His laughter dialed down as he recalled the events.
"Originally, I was that said bodyguard to the king. We were close, almost like twin-brothers. The king and I were together literally since birth as my mother was an attendant in the castle. We grew up and he had everything that life had to offer yet...he was so kind to everyone around him. I chose to follow him and eventually I came to be his sacred guardian in the highest degree...That was until," Stark paused, the memories flashing in his mind like a film.
He opened his mouth, his words coming out with nothing but solemn, "He was killed right before my very eyes without me being able to do a single thing. It was an assassination against him in hopes of taking over the planet. As he died in my arms, he told me that he entrusts the safety of the country and its people to me and not too long after he took his last breath, war broke out and I had to lead them through it all. Eventually I overcame it all and became the next king in order to honor my dead friend's wishes.". His story gave Kuzuku a slight pain in his chest. The Saiyan could tell that he was only fighting in order to not only protect his friend's legacy but also the people he was entrusted with. In this tournament, everything was on the line.
"Judging by your face, you can see the reason why I am fighting? I guess you could say I also have a selfish cause to obtain the Super Dragon Balls in order to revive my friend. But, as of right now, protecting my people is my number one priority!" Stark exclaimed clearly, determination now filling his tone.
Kuzuku nodded his bangs shadowing his face, "Yeah, I can understand your drive. Honestly, I can't lie that fighting in this tournament is a blast right now. Meeting so many strong opponents in one place is simply exhilarating and it's something I can't help because of who I am. But that all just a bonus for the end goal...". The Saiyan clenched his fist, his amber aura beginning to take over his Excelled Super Saiyan 3. The various images of all the people he had called friends and family came to his mind, ending off with the image of 21 smiling happily. He looked up with a face full of similar determination.
"Everyone of us on universe 7 are fighting to protect something! So seeing someone like you fighting for a similar cause and putting everything on the line here and now...I have no choice but to respond!" Kuzuku roared, powering up considerably. His amber aura flared brightly, leaving a large towering flare that could be seen from anywhere in the arena. Caulifla, along with her other fellow Saiyan who had to momentarily stop their fight because they were trying desperately to shield their eyes. Meanwhile, the remaining fighters all sensed the sudden skyrocketing energy that was all too familiar to them. Goku who was moving towards a more secluded spot, paused for a moment to take a look at the flare of energy.
The older Saiyan stood still, simply amazed at the aura, "Kuzuku...is this really you?". Gohan kicked away Bollrator, landing on his feet as he saw the light.
"Go get him, Kuzuku. Show him your matured power," Gohan muttered, blocking a blow from above. The ground beneath him shattered, though he didn't waver. The Saiyan roared, flaring his Ki in order to push the robot off of him.
Stark stood there completely dumbfounded by the display. The aura dialed down to make the Saiyan visible to him. His darkest red fur glistened along with the amber Ki and orange particles. The flame colored bio-electricity flickered from time to time and the orange glow from Kuzuku eyes aided his stern glare in melting his opponents will. His elongated Super Saiyan 4 hair flowed along the gales that emitted off of him. As his tail flowed around ever so slight, Kuzuku took a step forward, the flaring energy surrounding him dispersing, only leaving the amber Ki to shroud his body with faint signs of orange electricity. His eyes narrowed in on his opponent, "At this moment, right here and now, I am currently at my maximum: This forms absolute height in power. Due to events prior to this, I trained hard, hoping to become stronger in order to prevent things that seem inevitable. Time and time again, we stop tragedies one by one. Time and time again, we made sacrifices. Time and time again, we were put to the test. After all that, it didn't stop us on making it this far. This strength you see now...It's proof of how far I've came. So come, I'll respond to your cause by clashing against it head on!". Stark listened carefully, his tone, his posture, his expression, his eyes...It was made rather clear. He took a stance, his aura meeting the same quiet intensity as his opponent.
"Very well, I wouldn't want you to take it easy on me anyway. To expect an easy path through an obstacle that may seem impossible simply doesn't exist. The only way to test my metal and prove it's worth is against you!" Stark exclaimed.
Kuzuku slowly morphed into a stance, "Then come get some...,". Behind the scenes, Caulifla and Cabba were able to see the new form due to the rock dividing the two areas between them was blown off completely.
"What is that form? He's hairy...," Caulifla commented, her attention turning away from Rozie and Ribrianne for a second.
Cabba cupped his chin, hoping to figure it out with observation skills that he picked up in his time in Sadala's army, "Maybe it's a diverged form that is different from master Vegeta's and Goku's Super Saiyan Blue form. Or it can be something that's unique to him like Kale's.". His suggesting didn't go undermined as Caulifla's eyes were focused in on the universe 7 Saiyan.
Unbeknownst to them, to their far right, a certain someone who had been going incognito the majority of the tournament had just turned his interest towards the Saiyan's new transformation. His lizard like tail at least slapped the ground once or twice as he leaned in closer to get a clearer look. He mused, cupping his chin at the new Saiyan form to where he silently hid the fact that it made his blood boil to it's very core, "Yet another Saiyan transformation. This time being more revealing of their disgusting monkey image. Honestly, how vulgar. But..., this violent and dense pressure he emits is something to take note of. It's quite interesting.". Frieza hummed some more, his thoughts slowly taking in this new form as if he was coming up with a way to use it to his own advantage.
"What the hell are you doing Frieza?! Are you just going to lounge around like the lazy bastard you are?!" Vegeta shouted, landing behind the tyrant with his arms crossed. Frieza turned around and shrug nonchalantly. He chuckled, knowing that it was probably the time to kill the boredom.
The villain stopped laughing and ignored his angry questions, "Oh, it's so good to see that you're still around Vegeta. Tell me, what brings you here?". Vegeta felt twitch on his forehead. His hatred for this guy coming back around to ring its ugly head.
"Stop trying to play dumb and simply answer what I asked!" Vegeta spat loudly.
Frieza chuckled, "Oh, well I am just waiting patiently for the timer to run out. There is no need for me to partake in this battle just yet. That said, what have you been doing Vegeta?". The Saiyan prince felt his temper dial down a bit: now that he got what he wanted. He crossed his eyes though his glare didn't dare to leave Frieza's menacing eyes.
"I was chasing a little mice that seemed to have gotten away. Have you seen him? Never mind, why would someone as incompetent and pathetic as you would know?" Vegeta muttered darkly.
Frieza unfolded his arms, lifting his finger to point towards the Saiyan. Vegeta didn't move and simply stood there firmly. The tension grew immensely, the air growing thicker and thicker by every passing second that went by. Then, Frieza's aura flared golden, the pressure of his Ki evident of being countless times greater than before. He grinned with sinister intent, "You know Vegeta, I hated you with each passing second. It was incredibly difficult taking you under my wing as I simply couldn't stand your presence.". Vegeta remained silent at his harsh words.
"That's why, I should just kill you here!" Frieza roared, firing a large energy wave that was about the same size as a normal Kamehameha. Vegeta stood firm, his eyes closed as he waited for the attack to approach. Once it got close, his eyes shot open, revealing that they had turned blue along with his hair. Immediately, his body flickered before vanishing out of the way, leaving the blast to fly pass and colliding straight into the ground. The impact erupted a large volcanic pillar of energy, the shockwaves shaking the arena easily. Frieza looked up, seeing Vegeta clearly in the sky as the light from his wave shadowed him. He floated there long enough for the light to fade, revealing that he was indeed in Super Saiyan Blue but with no aura. To Whis and Beerus, it was clear as day that he completed the transformation.
"Seems Vegeta is nearly adapted to the Complete Super Saiyan Blue...," Beerus muttered, biting his nails nervously.
Whis nodded in agreement, "Yes, but I wonder why Frieza would attack Vegeta with such an attack of that magnitude. Surely, he isn't thinking of betraying us?".
"Who knows, Frieza is as evil as you can probably get. Knowing Vegeta, he probably said something that pissed the bastard off," Piccolo grunted. Vegeta started to descend to the ground, his eyes staring back at Frieza's. He waited, slowing his descent as he approached ground. The Saiyan prince then smirked, confusing the audience until he turn around in mid air and kicked an unidentifiable object in the gut. The ambiguous object went flying, crashing in the ground with force while at the same time Vegeta had touched ground. The dust cleared, revealing a coughing figure.
Vegeta smirked, appearing right in front of his target and stand over him with a smug look, "You thought you could challenge me without facing the consequences? Especially when you made such a bold statement earlier, Frost.". Frost looked up with hateful eyes.
"Shu...Shut up!" Frost growled. Just as he said that, Frieza appeared next to Vegeta with a mused expression. Frost hateful look immediately turned into one of desperation.
"You'r...You're just like me right?! We should work together and kill that trash and after that, we can use the Super Dragon Balls to rule!" Frost stammered, smiling as he tried to sway Frieza's mind.
Frieza's eyes went wide, blinking a few times until he smirked devilishly, "Me? Work with you? Ohohohohohoho! You're nothing but an amateur compared to someone like me. You wouldn't even be worthy of being a slave under my rule let alone rule with me!". Frieza's tail shot out towards the universe 6 warrior, relentlessly beating him continuously across the face before he was picked up by the throat.
"You know, we both may be similar and every word I said to this monkey right here is what I truly feel towards him. But, what I hate more that a monkey...," Frieza paused, letting his grip go in which it allowed Frost to fall to the ground. But before he could, the tyrant thrust his fist into his stomach with a red orb in hand. Frost met his red glowing eyes, his face completely contorted with devilish satisfaction. Out of many things that came to his life. Out of many things that he'd had to endure ranging from his biggest fear to his hardest hardship, nothing came close to the terror he had felt looking directly into Frieza's eyes. He could see it all. The cruelty, darkness, the very souls that long for this tyrant's complete destruction. Everything was something that even he couldn't grasp. That's why the words came out slowly to him.
"And that is weaklings who beg to be under my wing...," His voice as cold and heartless as a blizzard that could take you to absolute zero. Just like that, Frost felt himself get completely consumed by red, his body burning as his scream of agony echoed throughout the stage. The blast carried him so far into the sky that once it faded, he fell directly into the stands, his body scorching from the impact. Champa looked to his side to see if he was still breathing and he was: but barely noticeable.
Frieza chuckled, deforming back into his base form as Vegeta did the same, "Looks like our little ploy worked. Now that your prey had been eliminated, you can focus on surviving am I right?". Vegeta didn't say a word, glaring at him with his usual expression.
Frieza sighed, shrugging his shoulders, "Nothing satisfies you, honestly. I understand that you are a greedy monkey but we don't have the time to simply stand here and try to burn holes into each other. I'll take my leave for now so don't go get yourself eliminated.". Frieza began to walk away before pausing.
"Oh yes, how could I forget. I have to remind you to not get too comfortable...," Frieza said, amusement still filling his voice. He turned around, giving one last grin towards Vegeta.
"Or later down the road, it might cost you your life!" Frieza warned, disappearing from the Saiyan's sights. Vegeta scuffed, taking his leave as well. He couldn't help but look towards the ground, his mind wandering a bit at a rather repulsing thought.
"Tch, asshole..."
Back With 21, 17, and Gohan...
*BOOOOOOOOM!*
One the side of 21's predicament, the majin clashed forearms with the cyborg from universe 3. The two stared each other down as electricity flicker due to the power struggle. 21 thought ahead, using her tail to grab Bell's foot in order to throw him to the ground. The cyborg crashed, exploding the ground that he had collided against while 21 landed on a rock, only to dash straight towards him with impressive speeds. Little did she know, the cyborg had already maneuvered behind her and right when she turned around, she was already struck across the face. As she hurled towards the ground, Bell fired several Ki blasts at the majin before unleashing a large energy ball with a kick. All the while 21 flipped herself onto her feat, she looked up to see the danger that was fast approaching her. Cleverly and swiftly, she leaped forward: performing several acrobatics in the air in order to avoid the smaller energy blasts. Once she got pass those, she grabbed the larger one with one hand and teleported it behind the cyborg before he could even realize what had happen. With one simple push from a Kiai, 21 rammed his own attack in his back. The explosion caused a green light that blinded the area for only a second. Smoke covered 21's surroundings as the tried her best to maintain aerial ground.
"Did I get him?" 21 muttered, curious as to whether that was really it or not. However, her answers were soon realized when she saw a faint green flash of light. Before she realized it, the energy wave dispersed the smoke and was already near it's target in seconds. Only to be described as quick reflexes, 21 crossed her arms to shield against the wave, the attack pushing her further into the sky. She passed just above the timer and towards the similar dark void that surrounded the arena. She groaned in pain, her arms burning against the energy wave until she finally had enough. Her eyes turned golden and the several bangs that happened to cover her face pulled back until there was only one. What also seemed to have change the tips of her hair turned yellow, signaling the new control she has. With a mighty roar, she dispersed the blast into countless energy particles with her energy flaring brightly.
Bell let his hand fall to his waste as he stared up at the majin's form, "Now what do you call this? I can tell by the mere pressure that you've grown several times stronger.". 21 calmed her Ki, allowing it to settle down to a more serene form. She landed several meters away from the cyborg, his implants still reflecting the light of her ki.
"Before, I didn't have an exact name for this but for now, just know that I am way stronger this way. A while ago, I achieved this form through desperation in saving friends from death. At first, it was beyond my capacity to control and stabilize this form but now I am confident in maintaining it," 21 explained, her tone a bit more serious.
Bell chuckled, "Quite the boast and confidence. But don't think that will be enough to defeat me!". With his claim made loud and clear, the cyborg flared his dark green Ki and dashed towards 21 with frightening speeds. Predictably, 21 blocked the punch from behind and kicked the cyborg in the side. Bell gagged in pain, only for her to dash behind her in seconds. This only lead into another blow, this time being an elbow in the gut. He hunched over, leaving him wide open for an uppercut to open up his lower body for two punches in his abdominal. At this point, 21 took control of the engagement, delivering three kicks, two to his ribs and one to his face. The cyborg stumbled backwards into another kick to his spin before getting his legs swept from under him with a swift low kick. Before he could even hit the ground, 21 quickly stood up and fired a Kiai from her palm, rocketing the cyborg away. 21 placed both fingers on her forehead, teleporting behind the flying cyborg warrior in order to immediately sledgehammer him into the ground: His back bouncing off it as he groan in pain. 21 didn't let up, grabbing Bell's face and throwing him away while following up by firing several Ki blasts along with a energy wave to follow. The cyborg growled, roaring and flaring his aura in order to stop himself. He landed on his feet, seeing the blasts coming towards him. At untraceable speeds, he deflected each blast one by one with his hand. After that, the Bell impressively stuck his hand out, the implants glowing a bit as he somehow condensed the wave into a Ki orb before nullifying it completely.
"Alright, now that was unexpected...," Bell muttered. Not too long after, he turned around to block the kick aimed at his neck and caught her fist before it could even make contact with his face. Though, this left him wide open for a knee but to her surprise, her initial strike merely faded through him. 21 was confused for a second until she felt a sharp kick strike her back. She stumble forwards, wondering about what had just hit her. The moment she straightened herself up, she got her answer. Surrounding her were flashes of numerous movements, trails of green energy that kept moving faster and faster.
She could hear Bell snicker as she surrounded her, "How do you like my speed now? By focusing the power output from my implants towards my legs, I can move at unimaginable speeds compared to before.". His boasting didn't faze her as she only stood calm, her eyes close to the constant movement. She focused hard on the little things. A cut on her left ankle. Another one on her cheek and one more added to her left cheek. With every passing millisecond, new cuts appeared as she took damage overtime. After searching long and hard, 21's eyes shot wide open and threw a kick from behind her, landing a successful blow to the cyborg's stomach. He gagged, coughing out some saliva as he rocketed into a wall. 21 placed her leg slowly on the floor as she watched the cyborg fall to his knees. He breathed in and out heavily but not too long after, he looked up, giving an angry look at 21.
"You witch! You'll pay for that one, mark my word!" Bell spat.
21 slowly felt a smirk come along, her confidence coming to her, "You can try..."