I should probably mention that this is pure Crack. The only thing that could add more crack is throwing in a Skitter/Behemoth pairing. I'm not actually planning on it, but it could happen.

It probably wont.

But it might.

Chapter Four: The Youngest Brother

Taylor hated to say it, but she was kind of bored. It was probably due to her first two weeks of being a hero, compared to the last three.

In her debut, she fought and won against Lung. A week later, as the novelty of being a member of the Wards was wearing off, she helped stop the bank robbery by the Undersiders. A few days later, the debacle with the ABB happened.

It had been just shy of three weeks since anything happened again.

Well, that's not to say that it was without incident, entirely. With the ABB completely decimated, the Merchants and the Empire began encroaching on their old territory. The Empire obviously took more than the Merchants, what with being better funded and having more capes, but the druggies still managed to get their hands on some ground. The only one who apparently didn't benefit was Coil, who had been rather quiet, even for the recluse. He'd only made enough moves lately for people to be sure he was still active.

Unfortunately, it was a rare occurrence for the Wards to be called in on a skirmish with other capes. The last couple of times had been special circumstances. A few skirmishes between the remaining gangs apparently didn't warrant the same level of response.

Already catching flak for her refusal to change her mask, Taylor knew it would probably be better to avoid going out on her own for now. The PRT frowned on their capes going rogue.

So, for the last nineteen days, Taylor didn't really have much to do, aside from train.

At that moment, the teen superhero was sitting down to lunch with her father, at the Dock Worker's Association.

"Seriously," she said with a smile, "Dennis just sits there like what he said was perfectly natural. Missy looked like she was gonna kill him and Carlos was hiding behind a case of facepalm."

Danny chuckled at the story of Dennis, AKA Clockblocker, apparently trying to seduce Miss Militia, "He didn't!" the man was barely able to choke out.

"He did," the girl countered. She couldn't believe how good it felt to have friends again. She wouldn't call Hess a friend, ever, but the rest of the team didn't treat her like an outcast or a freak. Dennis constantly made jokes about them becoming her cheerleaders if she kept getting stronger, but that was about the extent of it. It was… nice.

"So," the man calmed down and caught his breath after a minute or so, "how is your training going?"

Taylor grinned, as she usually did when he brought up Saiyan, "It's progressing by a percentage."

"That's… good?" he frowned in thought, trying to decipher it for himself.

"It is better than good," she told him, "Think of it like mud."

"Mud?" he snorted in amusement.

"Yup," she nodded, "When you have ten pounds of mud, it's still just mud. And if you add ten percent more to it, it doesn't become a mud and one tenth, it's just eleven pounds of mud. Keep adding ten percent more of the whole to the whole and you have what equates to a rather startling increase in the amount of mud from what you started with."

Danny did some quick, guestimate, calculations in his head. According to his mental calculator, it wouldn't take long at all before ten pounds of mud became twenty, then forty, then eighty, and so on.

"My training is going pretty much like mud. The stronger I get, the stronger I can get," she smiled and flexed her arms for show. Before all of this, the girl had been slightly pudgy around the middle and stick thin everywhere else. Now, while she wasn't quite bulging, the girl was carved out of marble and coated with steel. Her biceps, which she was displaying at the moment, looked like you could crack diamonds over them.

"Splendid," the man said with a bit of a forced grin.

"Yeah, it is, and it's got me thinking," she said, oblivious to his distaste, "I've figured out the human racial bonus."

"Pardon?"

"Okay, remember that the Saiyans get stronger every time they nearly die and then recover?" when he nodded, Taylor continued, "It makes them ridiculously overpowered, ridiculously quickly. Human's don't have that. What they've got is a constant stream of growth potential. Just like the mud. Saiyans add double the mud they had, anytime they dry out. Human's just keep adding a percentage of their best. It takes longer for us to reach the same levels, but we'll get there eventually, if we keep with it. I honestly doubt I'll ever reach the outrageous levels of outright godhood that they touched on towards the end of it, but I'll still be more than enough for nearly everyone else, I'd say."

"Oh," Danny nodded now, "I suppose that makes sense," he took a bite of his sandwich, thinking about all of this, "You said you were going to be a god, when you first told me about all of this."

"Yeah," the girl waved that away, "I may have exaggerated, a smidge. I don't think I could reach that kind of power in three lifetimes, let alone my own."

The man nodded again. It was so strange to think that his daughter was already one of the toughest on the entire planet. He almost wished he could have a scouter. It might give him a better base of understanding for what his daughter was dealing with.

"Well," he finally said, "At least it's going well for one of us. I've been arguing for months, but I just can't get the mayor to sign off on reopening the ferry."

"I wish I could help, Dad," she said, "but I don't think punching him, or blowing him up, would make it any easier on you."

Danny chuckled, "No, I don't think it would. Might make me feel better, though." Taylor laughed too, and they moved on with their conversation, covering things like the impending school year, the trust fund that was paid to Wards for college, and the promised payment she would receive for being a member of the Protectorate, once she turned eighteen. They also talked about their favorite scenes in a movie they'd seen just the night before, where Taylor had been getting with a book she was reading, and Danny tried to convince his daughter that he was going to be the next, big, acapella sensation.

It was around that time that sirens started going off all over the city.

"What the-?"

Taylor's company phone started ringing in her pocket and she pulled it out, answering it immediately.

At the same time as she was being given a vague brief, another worker, and a friend of her father's came running up to the two of them.

"Danny!" he huffed in a panic, "It's the Endbringer alarm! They say it's-"

"Leviathan," Taylor breathed.

Taylor and Danny looked each other in the eye.

-9001-

Saiyan ported into the Protectorate HQ. It was already buzzing with activity, men and women moving about with purpose.

In the center of it all, organizing and delegating, were Miss Militia, Armsmaster, and Director Piggot.

"Saiyan," Armsmaster said to her, "We need you to aide in the evacuation. Start with the docks. We have already sent the other Wards out to-"

"I can kill him," she interrupted the TInker, "I can kill Leviathan."

Unlike some of the things that Saiyan had said and done in the recent past, this was not something anyone hadn't expected her to say. Most newly triggered capes were surprisingly full of themselves. It's what usually got them killed in their first Endbringer fight.

"No, you can't," the man said.

"Yes, I-"

"No," he said more sternly this time, "you can't. You have no idea how many times I have heard the exact same thing, again and again from newbies. A Brute who thinks he's tough enough to take a hit from one. A Blaster that thinks she can kill one with one attack. Strangers that think they can sneak right by them," he looked her directly in the eye, "Almost all of them are dead now because they were overconfident in their abilities."

"But I-"

"You," Director Piggot stepped in now, "will follow orders. If you want your shot at Leviathan, you will help evacuate the civilians first," she narrowed her eyes at the girl, "Unless you would rather be evacuated."

Taylor almost growled. As it was, they could see her brow furrowing under her mask. She closed her eyes, smoothed out her expression, and took a deep breath.

"Alright. Okay," she said, a moment later, "Start with the docks. where should I go after that?"

Armsmaster pointed at the map of the city, "After the docks are evacuated of all civilians, proceed to the staging area, here," he pointed to a rather large building that would be large enough to hold a couple hundred people, "We have six hours until he makes land. The Triumvirate should be her well ahead of that time to brief everyone. Here," he handed her a digital armband, "This is from Dragon. State your name and affiliation with the wards. It will then provide live updates to the battle. You'll receive more instructions later, keep it on you. Now, go."

Saiyan nodded. She paced her fingers to her forehead and used the Instant Transmission. There would be anywhere from a few hundred, to a few thousand people on the docks at any one time. Hopefully the sirens were enough to convince most of them to leave, but there would always be a few that just wouldn't listen.

-9001-

It took just over five hours for Saiyan to finish getting everyone out of what was, essentially, ground zero. By the time she was done a heavy, torrential rain was beating down on the city. It was part of Leviathan's powers. Macro-hydrokinesis. It gave him a renewable weapon.

The teen hero ignored the meeting point, though. She had a plan.

Saiyan knew, without a doubt, that she could kill Leviathan. With one shot. But they wouldn't let her just get to it. They wouldn't put their faith in her.

She honestly couldn't blame them. Especially not after what they'd said about the usual life expectancy of any cape that fought an Endbringer.

Still, she had decided that she was going to show them that she could kill him.

How, you may ask? Simple.

When she watched DBZ she noticed something pretty interesting. Taking out the dramatic slow-mo, each of the characters who used an energy beam attack to end a fight charged up Chi for only a few seconds, aside from the Spirit Bomb and the Special Beam Cannon, only to release a blast capable of destroying entire planets, sometimes even more.

It made her question, what would happen if Goku had ten minutes, thirty, an hour, to charge up his attack?

She was about to find out.

Saiyan gathered her Ki, using it to bring an instant glow of Chi to her skin. Almost immediately the rain stopped hitting her quite as hard. She pulled her hands to her right hip, cupped as if holding an invisible ball. A fraction of a second later and a red ball of light was floating between her palms. It's surfaces writhed and shifted, as if eager to be used, but Saiyan just kept it there, adding more and more power to it. The rain stopped hitting her at all at that point and a dome started to form around her where the fat, angry drops of rain simply wouldn't fall. It grew by about an inch a minute.

"Ruby... Vague... de Balle!"

For thirty eight minutes, the girl did nothing but charge her attack.

At that point, Kid Win found her on the roof and approached on his hoverboard.

"Saiyan!" he had to yell to be heard over the rain, "What are you doing?!" he continued to shout as he drew closer until he passed into her rain free dome. He blinked for a moment, staring at the roof where he suddenly realized it was dry, despite this raging monsoon.

He then looked at her attack, what he knew she called her Ruby Balle, or Ruby Bullet. it was brighter in some way he couldn't really understand. It wasn't truly brighter, but, perhaps, heavier might be a better term.

"How long have you been charging that up?"

Before she could answer, the armband came alive with Dragon's voice.

"Leviathan has reached land. Engage."

Indeed, they could see his massive head, standing well above the small buildings nearby.

Saiyan teleported the second after she spotted him.

The rain suddenly drenched the part of the roof she had been standing on, soaking Kid Win as well.

Next, there was a flash of light so bright, followed by a sound like a thousand gongs being rung at once. The very air seemed to shake with its resonance. It lasted for seven seconds before a horrible silence settled over the city, only broken by the heavy patter of the rain, that was now quickly dwindling.

When Saiyan had appeared before the monster, it had immediately lifted a claw to strike her down. It didn't even care that her appearance was causing the surging tides that he controlled to completely avoid where she stood. He just needed to kill her, and as many of the other capes in the city as he could. Maybe a few thousands regular people. He'd like to turn it into a lake, if he could.

Before he could, even with his unsurpassed speed, Saiyan thrust her attack forward. Just like when she attacked Lung, she made sure to fire upwards. Who knew what this would do to the planet if it actually struck something aside from her target?

The beam widened dramatically after only a few feet away from her. It wasn't quite enough to completely encompass the monster, but his entire torso, head, most of his arms, and his upper legs and tail were all within it as it scoured away his layers.

In the first microsecond, twelve of its softer layers were completely eradicated. By the two second mark, the blast had destroyed everything down to the few physics breaking dense layers just outside of its core. By the fifth second, with the monster somehow still alive, Saiyan was starting to think that, maybe, Armsmaster had been right. She wasn't ready yet.

A six and a half seconds, the overwhelming power of the Chi blast finally destroyed the last layer of existence the monster had and vaporized the core.

The girl fell to her hands and knees, gasping desperately for air. He lungs felt like they were on fire, her arms shook, her face was drenched with sweat, and it felt like she had a fever at the same time as freezing from the inside out.

Over her armband she heard Dragon's voice again, "Leviathan-Deceased."

Seconds later, still trying to catch her breath, she looked up to see one of the Triumvirate, the most powerful of them, Eidolon, floating above her, staring down at her with a speculative gaze.

-9001

Chapter End.

Yes, that just happened. It was on the books right at the beginning when I started to write this. I hope I made enough of a point about how difficult it was for Taylor to actually defeat Leviathan in this chapter. If not, the power levels this time should clear some things up.

Eidolon-5/700

Leviathan- 400/1300

Taylor- 912

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