Nothing remained in the former City C. Dust clouds stormed about, eerie silence plaguing everything around it. Every single person had been vaporized; not a single block of concrete remained in this now desolate desert-land.

The two saiyan warriors watched this with an indifferent attitude. "Don't you think you overdid it a little Nappa?"

"I bet that's what Frieza said last night after Zarbon finished sucking his dick." Vegeta chuckled in amusement. "Surprisingly quick."

"So do you think the "strongest" fighter on this planet will come?"

Vegeta surveyed the landscape, scoping out any possible energy levels or fighters approaching, but to his disappointment, nothing was approaching. "I have a hunch that if we cause enough damage, the government of this planet will take action, and if we're lucky enough, this warrior will show himself."

"Smart thinking there, Prince. So, where should we go?"

"If these inhabitants are as dim witted as they appear to be, they'll take much greater notice if we continue our attack toward another highly populated area." Activating his scouter, Vegeta rotated his head to the left. He maliciously grinned when he discovered several thousand power levels gathered in one place. "Well Nappa, lets terminate an infestation."

The saiyan general twisted his lips. "Happily."

The Caped Baldy crashed through his door, frantically searching for his TV remote.

"Master, what is it that you're sensing?" Too absorbed in his search, Saitama didn't hear a word his disciple said. Saitama sighed in relief when he saw his remote hidden under his blanket on the floor, punching his fist in the air.

"Master?"

Like before, Saitama's attention was too focused on flipping through channels to notice Genos speaking.

"Master!" Saitama looked at his disciple with a blank face.

"Huh?"

"What exactly can you sense?"

Saitama met his disciple's gaze. Geno's eyes widened at the seriousness in his master's face, causing the wires in his muscles tighten reflexively in anxiety.

"It's hard to explain, but ever since I fought Boros, I've felt like I've gained an extra sense…" Geno's face clearly showed he still didn't understand. "I don't know how to say it, but…" Saitama pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, trying to find the best way to explain this anomaly. "It's like…. It's like I can sense the presence of beings, or at least powerful presences. I've never felt anything like this before. Even though my fight with Boros wasn't hard, I still had to use more power than I usually would against enemies, and it's as if something in me was… awakened. Do you get me?"

Genos placed his fingers on his chin in deep thought. Master Saitama's perspective of this odd ability was without a doubt an unusual ability. "Interesting... So you say you can sense the presence of other beings?"

"Uhhh. Kinda?"

"From what you've said, it appears that you've somehow managed to trace the energy levels of beings without the use of any hardware or technology." Saitama tilted his head in confusion. "Huh. So you think that…"

"We interrupt this program with breaking news!" A broadcaster's voice blared form the television speakers, interrupting the heroes' heated conversation.

"We've just received word that City C has been completely wiped off the face of the earth!" The two heroes gasped. The city was wiped off the planet? The duo looked at each other with nervous glares. Could Master Saitama have predicted this with this new ability? "No mysterious beings were spotted in the area, so it is implied that whatever mysterious being committed this atrocity has either left the scene or is rather small in size. The Hero Association has classified whatever beings caused this as dragon level threat, and citizens in the neighboring cities of City A, B, D, and E are to evacuate immediately. Wait, what's this?"

"It appears that the Hero Association has determined the location of these mysterious beings, and they have already sent in Stinger, Lightning Max, and Death Gatling to combat the creature. The Hero Association has requested the assistance of any S class heroes who are nearby to assist in the situation."

Saitama's dull face changed to a much more serious demeanor. "Those heroes aren't going to survive." It wasn't like he was attached or anything to those heroes, but he was just stating the obvious based on what he was sensing.

Genos' eyes widened. "Are you sure of this Master?"

"What I felt was something on a completely different level of any A class heroes. We have to go." Genos nodded in confirmation, but something bothered him about this. Through the few months he had spent with Master, he was rarely if not ever this serious about a threat. If Master Saitama felt this grave about a mysterious being, then it was entirely possible this being had the capabilities of nationwide, even global destruction.

"Then we must leave immediately!"

"Yea!"

Genos lifted his hand, preparing to incinerate the wall, when Saitama stood in front of him to block his path. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

"I just believed that exiting through the wall would prove to be faster…" Genos stammered at his last word when he noticed the rather distressed and frustrated look on master's face.

"I had to pay 5 grand for my ceiling! I had to use 90% of your rent money to pay the bill! So can you please just not do that?

Genos bowed in shame. "I am so sorry master! I will never do so again!"

"Good." The Caped Baldy took a deep breath in, then exhaled, releasing all of the anger he just built up, his bland look returning as usual. Saitama gestured Genos to the door, and the two sprinted out through the hallway. Saitama giddily grinned as he closed the door. If this guy was as powerful as he sensed them to be, then maybe, just maybe he could get feel the rush of battle just one more time, and this empty hole in his hart could be filled.

"Prince Vegeta, we have about 50 miles until we reach the city."

Both saiyans swiftly flew through the nimbus clouds, bored out of their minds with their patience reaching a close end. "Good."

"This planet is so boring! I can't believe somebody could have defeated Boros when they live in a planet with such light gravity!" whined Nappa.

Suddenly, Vegeta's scouter began beeping out of nowhere, with Nappa's scouter following suit. "Well well well. It looks like we have some lowlifes who want to interrupt our hunt."

"Do you think we should bother?" questioned Nappa.

"Lets humor them, then show them an exit to their pitiful existence with a one way ticket to hell!" replied Vegeta.

Both saiyans erupted in a short chorus of laughter. If there was one thing both of them could happily agree on, it was when they taunted their kill.

"So where should we set up our shop?"

Vegeta scouted the area, preferably a rocky for entertainment purposes. He pointed to flat grassland littered with tall rock formations. Both saiyans grinned and quickly flew over to the soon-to-be arena.

As the two saiyans touched down, they looked around to see if there were any signs of life heading toward them, but so far, the place was devoid of life. "So, do you think they'll show up?"

"If they won't, then we'll have to entertain ourselves by destroying the next cities over…"

"You two! Stop right there!"

The two saiyans looked over their shoulders to see three oddly dressed humanoids staring at them with hateful eyes. "And just who the hell are you two supposed to be?"

Stinger stepped in front of the other two A class heroes, his chin held up high and his chest pumped up with confidence. "I'm Stinger, an A class hero rank 10, but for you, I'm your death." Vegeta laughed at this human's egotistic demeanor. "Oh really? I can't imagine a warrior with a power level of…" Vegeta focused his scouter on Stinger, and let loose a gasp of slight shock. "Wow, you have a power level of 1000. I guess that mean's your not completely worthless."

"What was that?!"

"Your friend to the right, the blonde one with the idiotic hairdo, has a power of 1,100, and the one to your left has a power level of 900. If you're lucky, you might cut a snippet of my hair off, but that would only be if I'm having an off day, which I'm not."

Lightning Max snarled at the two saiyans. "Oh yea?! And just who are you two supposed to be?!"

Vegeta took a few steps forward, then crossed his arms as he gave a look of malevolence. "I am Prince Vegeta, Rightful ruler of the proud Saiyan race! Civilizations tremble at my wake, and the sturdiest of warriors will bow at my feet! Those who would dare defy me will be annihilated!"

"Oh yea?! Then lets see how you fare against this! Lightning Kick!" Lightning Max swung his right leg, hitting Vegeta square in his neck. A blast of yellow light and gunpowder shook the area, momentarily blinding the fighters around them. Death Gatling and Stinger shielded their eyes from the blast. When the smoke cleared, Stinger and Death Gatling frantically looked around for Lightning Max. Both sighed in relief when they saw Lightning Max standing victorious, his fist raised high in the air. Lightning Max sighed inwardly in relief. He'd had a consecutive series of opprobrious defeats at the hands of several mysterious beings, and he'd begin doubting whether his abilities were still worthy of A-class. Looks like he still had some fighting skill left in him.

"Not bad, Lightning Max."

"Nice job man." Both heroes gave their compliments to the fellow A-class hero.

Lightning Max looked over to Nappa. "Look's like the prince of Saiyan's isn't so mighty now…"

"How weak… Using toys to finish your work." All three heroes gasped in horror. The mysterious being was still standing, smirking in delight with his arms crossed, as if he hadn't even been hit at all.

"Damn it… Not again…" The two heroes gasped again when they saw Lightning Max drop to the ground, clasping his hands over his head with utter fear. Why couldn't he finish the job? Were his abilities truly that inadequate in the face of these mysterious beings? Tears threatened to fall form his eyes, but his instincts told him to hold them in, so his instincts and emotions were batting each other, trying to win over one another, both the pain stemming from his gut and the swirling feelings of frustration close to bubbling to the surface.

"Nappa, these "heroes" aren't worth the trouble. Look at the pitiful way they grovel on the ground in the face of a stronger enemy. Lets have some fun with them and plant the Saibamen."

This was unexpected. Usually, saibamen were to be used for training exercises or for military operations, and Nappa had killed several hundred during his training to become a genera. "That'll definitely bring some fun to this game."

The saiyan general quickly took out a capsule from his lower armor pocket. The capsule was divided into halves; on the top half were 6 green spherical balls and on the bottom half was a purple liquid The two heroes gave each other confused looks.

"Is that it? What are 6 little balls and purple goo going to do?" Death Gatling placed his hand on Stinger, his face dead serious. "Stinger, get ready to fight. I have a feeling that whatever those balls are won't be good."

"Are you sure?"

Death Gatling intently stared at Nappa. "If I was a betting man, I would guess those balls are those Saibamen they were talking about.

"Lightning Max, get a hold of yourself and get ready to fight." Lightning Max's emotions were too raw for him to snap himself out of it. The pain coupled with the shock of his early defeat made him into an emotionless corpse. "MAX! DO IT NOW!" Stinger's yelling finally caught his attention, and he looked at his A-class comrades. Realizing the looks on their faces were serious, the fallen hero slapped himself in the face. "Sorry about that." He took a deep breath to compose himself, then quickly rejoined the other two A class heroes, assuming a fighting stance as he did so.

Vegeta enigmatically smiled. "A smart observation. Looks like you're not as stupid as you look. Yes, you're correct. Those green balls as you call them are much more than they appear."

"Now you boys sit back and watch the freak show unfold." The three heroes were quivering in fear as they saw 6 green blobs creeping out the ground. Each one of them were paralyzed with fear, unable to stop the Saibamen from harvesting themselves. Their skin was sickly green, with blood red eyes gleaming evilly at the heroes. Veins popped out of their lime green skulls, and with their pointed ears, each of them looked like a demented elf, twisted and molded into abominations of nature. But the thing that was most frightening was their sinister, tormenting laughs. The three heroes stepped back, the mere cackling of these monstrosities sending shivers up their spines.

Death Gatling was the first to recover from the mind numbing shock. "What the hell are those things?"

Vegeta twisted his lips into a crooked smile, more than pleased to see the look of pure terror amidst their faces. "Those are saibamen. Each of them are a match for your pathetic power levels, and judging by the looks on your faces, they won't have to use more than half of their power."

"Alright, saibamen!" The saibamen turned to face Nappa, each of them eagerly waiting for a command. "You're job is to fight each of these jokes 1 on 1. You can battle them in whatever way you want, but you aren't allowed to hold back, and no matter what, you MUST finish the job! And if you choose to neglect my orders…" Vegeta raised his hand to the sky and shot a blue ki blast from the palm of his hand. Within seconds, the ki blast exploded, sending a shockwave powerful enough to rip away the roots of all the trees nearby and completely evaporate the leaves, with nothing left but piles of ash.

"So do you get the picture?" The Saibamen immediately bowed and nodded in confirmation. The three A class heroes couldn't believe what they had seen. This mysterious being had completely obliterated everything for miles around, with nothing but half dead, burning trees, and it looked like he hadn't even broken a sweat. At that moment, the situation they were in truly sank in: whoever these two fighters were, they were completely out of their league. The only thing they could do is buy enough time for the S class heroes to arrive and pray that the S class heroes would stand a chance. Well, at least these Saibamen didn't look as intimidating. Sure, they looked like mutant baby monsters, but besides that, nothing particularly powerful emanated from them, or so they thought…

Lightning Max clenched his fist in anger. "So is that what you guys think? If that's how confident you are, I'll kick all of your midget asses back into the ground."

The saibamen cackled at this human's cockiness. "Alright, so which of you 6 wants to go first?" asked Nappa. Each Saibamen began bickering with each other, playing rock paper scissors, picking between 1 and 3, none of them realizing the sole saibamen who walked up to declared himself as the human's challenger.

"It looks like a decision's been made." Vegeta scoffed, seating himself on a nearby rock to watch the spectacle. "Ok then, start pounding the fresh meat."

"I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY!" Lightning Max lunged full force at the Saibaman, the sole of his sneaker aimed straight for the Saibaman's forehead. "DIE!" But to Lightning Max's surprise, the Saibaman was gone. Lightning Max hectically searched around for the Saibaman, desperately wondering how the little devil had eluded him so quickly. Lightning Max didn't even have the time to register the Saibaman's fist planting itself in his stomach, tearing the layer of fat and muscles with it's sheer force.

"AH!" Lightning Max collapsed on the ground, clutching his gut as he groaned in agony. This was just history repeating itself. Brought down and tossed aside like garbage, just like with the Sea King. Lightning Max's eyes couldn't even trace the midget's movements, and he felt like he was going to pass out from the pain. How could there be such a huge difference in power between these two?

The Saibaman stood over his opponent, his eyes hungry for combat and his nose desperate for the scent of blood. The goblin slammed his elbow into Max's back. Lightning Max screamed in pain. Stinger and Death Gatling turned away, too horrified to look. Still unsatisfied, the saibaman sunk his claws on the top of the A class heroes neck, and scraped downward, all the way to the base of his waist.

Vegeta and Nappa were wide eyed at the sight of the saibaman's brutality. "Surprising. Even Frieza hasn't come up with something as gruesome as that. I'm impressed."

"Stop it! He's on the ground groveling in pain! Give him some time to recover!" protested Stinger.

"I believe Nappa said the Saibamen could battle however they pleased, unless you would like to take his place…"

Death Gatling and Stinger met each other's eyes, and both knew neither of them could be spectators in this torture.

"Drill Stinger!"

The saibaman's torture session was interrupted, as he felt Stinger's pointed spear tear a hole through the center of his chest, sending him flying straight into a boulder. "Are you alright Lightning Max?" Stinger and Death Gatling helped him up to his feet, only to realize that he was already passed out. "Damn it." The 6th saibaman gradually stood, purple blood spewing out of his chest. He saw Stinger resting Lightning Max away from the fight, and his rage began to boil. A lowly insect with a stick as a weapon, capable of such damage? He winced in pain and put his knee on the ground. He knew there was only one way he could defeat Stinger.

The saiyan's were frozen, somewhat surprised the two fighters had intervened in the torture session. Vegeta simply shook his head in disappointment. There was a reason why these things were grown in a test tube, and he shouldn't have expected them to hold their own against a fighter with a power level of 1600. Vegeta thought about eliminating the Saibaman for it's failure, but decided against it, believing a slow, humiliating death would be a much better punishment.

"Well, if they're going to interrupt the match, then the rest of you can join in as well."

Just as the 5 saibamen were about to pounce on their prey, the 6th saibaman who was injured jumped onto Stinger, wrapping himself around his arms and waist so he couldn't use his spear.

"Hey, what are you doing?! Get off!" Stinger frantically tried to release himself from the hold, squirming, kicking, even biting, but nothing could loosen the Saibaman's iron grip. Stinger's eyes widened when he saw the saibaman illuminating. What was the Saibaman doing?

"STINGER!"

Stinger looked at Death gatling with pleaful eyes, and Death Gatling watched in horror as the saibaman exploded right in front of his eyes. A huge ball of fire and energy burst from the explosion, blinding everyone around them.

Death Gatling opened his eyes, hoping and praying that he didn't see what he thought he saw. "STINGER! Are you alright?!" He desperately searched for him, and found him lying in a crater, completely still. He was lying face down on the ground, his stinger tip broken off from the staff, and the staff broken off into dozens of tiny pieces. Death Gatling became nauseated by the realization that occurred to him: Stinger was dead.

A few meters away, the saibamen were whooping in pleasure, ecstatic that they had gotten their first kill. But they knew they wouldn't get the rush they desired from just watching. Without warning, the 5 saibamen swung their legs at the two remaining heroes, sending them rolling and pummeling into the ground, shattering the ribcages of the A class heroes and taking away whatever fighting spirit or energy they had left.

Vegeta scoffed, crossing his arms in frustration. The three "heroes" were already down, and it hadn't even been 10 minutes. Extremely disappointed in the heroes inability to combat these minor training insects, Vegeta cleared his throat for attention. "Saibamen, I find there is no more amusement in watching these creatures sad display of combat. Finish them off." The prince's patience had long past, and both saiyans knew they were strict for time, so they could no longer afford to spend it with the luxury of torture.

The saibamen more than happily complied to the Prince's request. These humans weren't nearly the sport they thought they would be. The saibamen who fought the very short battle with Death Gatling placed his foot on his head. A ball of orange energy appeared at the palm of the creature as he extended his palm to Stinger's torso. "Heheheheh… HAHAHAHHAHA!" The goblin couldn't even feel the cold steel that sliced through his neck. The 5 saibamen were petrified. The creature was barely conscious enough to see the fighter that killed him: A slick, black clothed warrior with a katana in his right hand.

Nappa and Vegeta stared intently at this new warrior. The speed at which the warrior attacked was several levels faster than these 3 heroes. "And who exactly might you be?"

The fighter looked up at the two warriors, and grinned in glee. "I am Speed of Sound Sonic."

Now I know I'm going to get A LOT of complaints since I will be estimating the power levels of several fighters even though I don't know it. This was a somewhat difficult chapter to write, since I'm relatively new in the fight scene area, so I will probably be making edits to the chapters as I go along. Thanks for the views!