"My name is Speed of Sound Sonic."

The 5 saibamen were taken aback by this warrior's sudden entrance. None of them had any reaction time whatsoever to respond to his attack. They unconsciously started to tremble with fear at this warriors might.

Vegeta, however, scoffed at this newcomer's entrance. "Speed of Sound Sonic? Are you so insecure that speed of sound sonic was the only name that would make you feel better?"

Sonic's demeanor didn't change a shade, his confidence still at an all time high. He had been doing his daily training exercise, when out of nowhere, he saw two warriors with the oddest clothing he had ever seen flying across the sky. At first, he dismissed it with reluctance, thinking it wasn't anything worth investing his time in, but his interest piqued when he saw a flashing light radiating about 20 miles from where he was.

When he arrived, he saw three fighters huddled in fright and the two other warriors crossing their arms in a condescending manner. He almost vomited his lunch when those 6 grotesque creatures emerged from the ground with malevolent smiles plastered on their faces. He was about to intervene and wipe those smirks off their faces, but stopped himself when the saibaman began to fight one of the heroes he had seen lying unconscious before against the Deep Sea King. Sonic shook his head in disappointment when the hero quickly fell prey to the little gremlin.

Still waiting for the opportune moment, Sonic continued to spectate the battle and watched this abysmal duel unfold. But even Sonic had a shock factor, and that factor was reached when he saw the saibaman detonated himself along with another hero who had fought the Deep Sea King. But he always believed luck was merely training met with opportunity, and he finally found the perfect opportunity to strike when the saibaman was distracted with the third hero and sliced through his neck just as he had done with many others before him.

Nappa didn't like to admit it, but he was rather surprised with this newbies arrival. His eyes had some difficulty tracking this freak ninja's movements, and none of the saibamen registered it either. Vegeta had noted Nappa's difficulty with tracking his movements as well, so out of curiosity, Vegeta checked Sonic's energy level, and his eyes nominally widened.

"Nappa! This fighters a breed above the other's! His power level is 8,000!

"What?!" Nappa and the 5 saibamen turned to Vegeta in disbelief. Had they heard him correctly? 8,000?

The deadly ninja smirked in confidence, assuming from the looks on their faces that the number 8,000 on whatever measuring system they used was a number they weren't used to fighting. "As you've just realized, I'm not like these weaklings you just finished dealing with, and today will be your demise."

"RAHHHH!" The saibaman angrily lunged at the ninja to catch him off guard, but their best efforts proved to be futile as their heads were sliced off just like their fallen comrade. They plopped to the ground and sounded as hallow as fresh coconuts falling from a palm tree, only proving how truly stupid they were beside their inept killing abilities. Sonic sheathed his blade and simultaneously smiled his child-like glee, radiating an excited aura hungering for the blood of his foes. All five were dead, and he hadn't even broken up a sweat. How utterly pathetic.

"I guess you're not all talk. You have the walk to prove it."

"Still confident after I effortlessly wiped out your minions? It's a shame. If you had only shown me the respect I'm due, I might have let your demise be swift and painless. But now that you've gotten on my nerve, I've decided that I'm going to drag this on for a little while longer."

Nappa looked enthusiastically at Prince Vegeta like a puppy would to his owner. "Hey Vegeta, you mind if I take this guy? He looks as thin as a toothpick. I could land one punch and he'd be coughing up blood."

"Oh is that so?" Sonic clasped his arms behind his body. "Well in that case why don't you prove it tough guy? Lets see what the "mighty" Saiyan General as you call yourself can do against a deadly ninja assasin such as myself."

Nappa's eyes were waiting the prince's command to engage. Vegeta waved his hand through the air and closed his eyes in boredom. "Go right ahead. Kick this little smart ass into the ground. The last battle with the saibamen was far too short; lets see if this one will prove more entertaining." Nappa fisted the air in triumph. "Yes! First, I'll take my scouter off. Don't want Frieza and his two wretch men to bug me about it." The saiyan briskly took his scouter off and placed it next to Vegeta for safekeeping. "Alright "Speed of Sound" Sonic. Behold the wrath of the Saiyan Elite!"

His aura flickered, and then he allowed his ki to explode from his body, the bright yellow aura consuming everything around him. In less than a moment notice, the Saiyan General shouted and released his pent up energy, shaking the landscape and the Earth itself. Sonic almost lost his footing from the shock waves stemming from his foe. "How is this possible? How can there be a person with the energy to shake the ground like it's loose sand? There's no way you can be human!" said Sonic with a minute waver in his voice.

The energy surge came to a sudden halt, and Nappa slowly looked up and stared into Sonic's eyes, his eyes dark with a primeval lust to kill. "Exactly." Before Sonic had a chance to give him a proper response, Nappa launched himself right at Sonic, happily embracing his overwhelming need for blood. Sonic narrowly dodged his attack, in awe at this surprising speed in spite of his gargantuan size. Dissatisfied, Nappa angrily shouted and continued to go on the offensive with a barrage of punches, all of which Sonic was still able to dodge, albeit with cautious movements. As Sonic jumped away from Nappa's reach, Nappa became lost in a state of confusion. This didn't make any sense. Nappa was fighting at around 90% of his maximum power, 9,000, which was 1,000 more than this ninja poser, but despite this, he still couldn't land a single punch on him. Nappa clenched his teeth with fierce anger.

Vegeta was staring intently at this duel with growing interest. Fascinating. It appeared that this Speed of Sound Sonic specialized much more in his speed and less on his physical strength, a very odd fighting strategy he rarely encountered in his wars with warriors of several planets he fought. "Nappa, watch your step. This is a slippery one. One misstep and you could end up just like those saibamen."

"Alright Alright! I got it!"

"Well let's see if you can handle this." Sonic realized that in terms of power, he was outmatched, and while his speed was certainly above his opponent's level, he was still fast enough that he could keep up with Sonic or at least make it difficult for him to constantly dodge. So in order to make sure he wouldn't give him the chance, he had to go all out and use his maximum power, utilize his most effective killing abilties. But what secretly worried him even more was the way he seemed to submissively take orders from the smaller saiyan. If that smaller saiyan was in charge, then he must be much more powerful than he is, and if that really was the case, then Sonic didn't know how he was going to stop him. But now wasn't the time to ponder on that fact. All he could do right now was hold his own against his current opponent, and see where it went from there.

Nappa's mind was in a flurry of disorientation as he tried to make works of Sonic's speed and where he might be, but all he could see was blurs of his form. No, what he saw was multiple copies of him, spanning all around him. He couldn't tell whether they were actual copies, or if his these were simply his afterimages. What kind of technique was this?

Sonic felt proud of himself. The force behind Sonic's speed and increased training regiment clearly showed, as the ground was torn apart and rocks smashed wherever he landed. He had planned to use this new technique against Saitama, but he guessed that now was as good a time as ever. Sonic smirked in delight, his splintered confidence now contently reforming when he saw Nappa's face twisted in confusion and irritation. "What's the matter? With all your macho talk, can't the mighty saiyan general keep up with my "inferior" speed?"

"Shut your mouth! How dare you talk to an elite like that! I'm the production of one of the mightiest races in the universe, and combined with the genes of my saiyan ancestors, that makes me the ultimate saiyan general! How can a worm like you ever comprehend such merit?!"

"You talk too much." Sonic used that moment of self indulgence to strike, but sadly Nappa realized this early enough to escape, but not early enough to leave unscathed. Sonic's blade managed to cut through his right cheek; the cold steel from the katana swept through his warm flesh, his wound stinging when his blood met with the cold air. Nappa rubbed his wound, trying to alleviate some of the pain, but to no avail. Nappa wiped the blood off of his face, and then looked to see Sonic standing just meters away from him, staring down on him as if he were already defeated. "How weak. You may have strength, but when it comes down to it, you lack the speed to keep up with me, and that is precisely the reason why you will die today. I guess I overestimated your abilities based on the little light show you displayed earlier."

Tightening his fists, his face darkened with anger, the shiny tint of light from his baldhead now gone, replaced with the black luster of unmitigated fury. "Why you little bastard…. DIE!" Letting his unparalleled rage get the best of him, Nappa resumed his onslaught of attacks, his reasoning gone and quickly replaced with resentment and a desire to kill the prick in front of him.

Sonic, on the other hand, was calmer than ever, noting how much easier it was to dodge his attacks when he lost control of his emotions. At this rate, Sonic knew that Nappa's defenses would be lowered with his mind too fixated on attack. Knowing this, Sonic continued to avoid his attacks as usual, using his speed to keep Nappa on the offensive.

As the fight dragged on, Nappa began to notice several cuts forming on his body. At first, he thought he was grazed by some rocks, but he then realized that Sonic had landed several minor blows without severely injuring him enough that it would force Nappa to draw his attention to the wounds. With these combined injuries, his muscles were starting to ache. But instead of coming to his senses, he allowed himself to be further indulged in his anger, and continued his bombardment of punches. "LITTLE PRICK! YOU'LL BE BEGGING FOR DEATH BY THE TIME I'M DONE MANGLING YOUR GIRLY BODY!"

"NAPPA GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!" Vegeta watched this display with contempt. This ninja knew how to use his opponent's weaknesses to his advantage, and Vegeta knew that if he continued to let this battle play on as it is, Nappa would eventually pass out from the pain of Sonic's incisions. "HIS CASUAL ATTITUDE AND SNIDE COMMENTS ARE WHAT'S GIVING HIM THE UPPER HAND, AND YOU'RE NEEDLESS ANGER IS PLAYING RIGHT INTO HIS HANDS!" Vegeta sneered at Nappa's stupidity. If this continued, Vegeta would have to step in, all because Nappa was too stupid to see the obvious.

Nappa gritted his teeth and shot a look of contempt at his superior, but he realized that Vegeta was correct, and letting his composure go would get him nowhere. So, in order to calm himself, he took a deep breath in, closed his eyes, and exhaled, letting all his rage leave his body with it. "You're right. Sorry I let myself get carried away like that. I almost lost it there." Nappa set his sights on Sonic, who was not expecting Vegeta to intervene like that. "You really are a slippery one, I'll give you that. Getting me all worked up like that wasn't too shabby. If you'd continued like before, I probably would have been done for in a matter of minutes. But that stops right now." Sonic's eyes widened at the sight of a white aura beginning to envelop the saiyan general, and once again, the earth around him was quaking in his power, while bits of rock and ground began to rise from the earth as if honoring the great destruction residing in this warrior.

With his composure now in check, the saiyan general was able to think much more rationally. Due to the fact that Sonic was almost completely on the defensive, it would be safe to assume that he did so purposely because he knew he wasn't as physically strong as Nappa, and that quick attacks that dealt small damage would be the only way to take Nappa down. But there was no way Nappa would give him that chance again. With his body now surrounded by his aura, he assumed a fighting pose similar to Sonic. "Let's start round two, shall we?" The 2nd round begun with Nappa lunging for Sonic, his demeanor much more refined.

This wasn't good. Sonic was having a much, much more difficult time avoiding his attacks, and with every punch, they got closer and closer to making contact. It appeared that when Nappa was calm, his skills became much more honed; a problem Sonic didn't know how to solve instantaneously. He thought about insulting him, but it appeared that Nappa had already learned to be unaffected by Sonic's insults, and if Sonic didn't focus entirely on avoiding his attack's, he could slip up and get a punch to the gut. He simply didn't even have enough time to counterattack, to return the blows with his katana. Sonic's luck quickly ran out when Nappa struck him with a strong right kick to his chest, which Sonic didn't have time to either block or dodge. The force of the attack sent Sonic pummeling back, and he was only just able to stop himself from colliding with the rock by propelling his feet forward against the rock to mitigate the force of the blow.

"How'd you like that pretty boy? What was that you were saying about me being too slow to keep up with you?" Sonic clutched his chest as he felt a large pain searing through his body. He was pretty sure that he broke a rib or two with that kick, but even now he found that impossible to believe. How could a single punch have enough power to cause such damage? Gradually getting up, Sonic swiftly jumped into the air and threw his exploding shurikens at Nappa. He hoped they would have had at least enough force to distract him, but the saiyan general didn't even blink when Sonic threw the shurikens. Once the shurikens exploded, Sonic jumped down and prepared his signature strike. "Wind Blade Kick!" But the saiyan general was ready for another sneak attack like such, and he smoothly caught Sonic's foot. Sonic grimaced. Hd had drastically miscalculated how fast and how powerful the saiyan general was, along with his combat experience. He should have retreated while he had the chance, cowardly as it might be.

Nappa showily gleamed and threw Sonic to the ground again and again and again like he was a rag doll. Sonic winced in tremendous pain and felt a coughing fit fill his chest as he coughed up blood aimed for Nappa's ankles. Nappa grunted in disgust and kicked Sonic's head away from him. The fallen ninja grabbed his head, closing his eyes to deal with the growing pain. This was pathetic. He, a deadly ninja who had honed his skills to perfection, being knocked down in 2 blows and crawling on the floor like a baby? How?

Vegeta maliciously laughed at the prideful ninja's deplorable groveling. For all that talk and all that show, he was nothing but a sneaky weasel that relied on his tricks and toys to do a real killers job. He had to admit, he actually thought Sonic might have ended Nappa's life, but now that he was witnessing Sonic's actual power and it's flaws, there was no doubt in his mind Nappa was already the victor.

Desiring for more humiliation, Nappa seized the fallen ninja by the face. "Now look who's the pathetic one. It's you, you arrogant shithead!" Forcefully throwing the beaten rag doll to a large boulder, the boulder shattered, leaving Sonic buried under a frenzy of broken rocks and high altitude dust clouds. Too battered and broken to fight back, Sonic laid there barely conscious, filled with nothing but a deep sense of indignity at his defeat. Even after all his training, there was still somebody who was worlds ahead of his strength, and there wasn't anything he could do about it. He was wrong. Today would be his demise, not Nappa's.

Nappa casually strode over to his opponent, elated to see the warrior's barely conscious body and droopy eyes. "Look's like you're all tapped out, kid. Since you landed a few scratches on me, I figure that you at least deserve the honor of having your measly life ended with my ultimate technique."

Nappa threw Sonic into the air, soon starting to gather all of his ki into his throat, the bright yellow aura shimmering around his body and in his throat as well as he channeled the energy.

The Saiyan Prince snickered. "The only technique that's a good use for your mouth."

"Breaker Cannon!"

"Incinerate!"

Vegeta looked to his right, and his mouth twisted at what he saw. Vegeta couldn't believe that two MORE warriors had just shown up out of the blue to join in the battle once again. The Demon Cyborg and Caped Baldy appeared together as usual, intervening once again in a set in stone outcome just seconds away from occurring. A clash between two beams of energy ensued. Nappa's Breaker Cannon and Genos' Incineration cannons collided, both warriors unwilling to surrender in this ongoing struggle. It appeared this engagement had another spectator, as the illustrious Caped Baldy was standing blank-faced and arms crossed just a few dozen meters away from the collision. He had noticed Sonic's lifeless form and caught him midair just in the nick of time before that beam had hit him. Now the fallen ninja lay unconscious beside Saitama.

"Who the hell are these two clowns?" thought Vegeta out loud. Another combatant who had more or less power equal to Nappa's? How many more unexpected warriors would turn up to fight?

The full brunt of these pulverizing blasts sparkled and sizzled in the sky, burning all the grass and trees until they were nothing but a pile of ash blowing into the wind, entering the nostrils of the 4 fighters. Nappa's senses were heightened, no livened, in this brawl between energies. Saitama stood rather impressed at his disciple's durability against this guy's power. Whoever he was, he certainly wasn't a pushover that's for sure. He wanted to interfere, but he figured that it was high time he gave a chance for Genos to get some more training in. He felt kind of guilty since he never actually gave Genos any physical training exercises with the one exception of their short one-on-one brawl. He kind of wanted to see how this played out. And even if Genos managed to take this guy out, he had a gut feeling that the shorty sitting on the rock over there was the leader of the duo, so then Saitama would still have the chance to have some fun.

Both fighters were astonished at their opponent's resilience against each of their most powerful attacks. Geno's incineration attack gradually became to overcome Nappa's Breaker Cannon, with Nappa wincing as he saw a molten orange beam gain ground and move closer and closer to him. His jaw felt tender and raw from the way this showdown was proceeding.

But what the two spectators did not realize was that Geno's was at his limit's end, while Nappa's saiyan biology gave him more than enough chances to increase his strength.

'I won't allow myself to be beaten like this, not by any scum. They have no idea what I've gone through to become this powerful, and no insignificant worm is ever going to get the best of me, not like this.' So surging with new energy, Nappa channeled this energy and yelled, discharging at an alarming rate and putting everything he had into his ultimate technique.

Geno's eyes widened in panic as he could almost feel the control of the battle turning over to the mysterious being, and he gasped in woe at the blue energy that started to envelop him, and it would have destroyed him had Saitama not pulled him away from the blast. Nappa's Breaker Cannon soared in the sky, breaking through the stratosphere and exiting the exosphere in a matter of seconds. As if timed, the energy blast exploded in space, illuminating not only the battlefield, but also the entire face of the planet.

For a little while, the aftermath of the power struggle created huge clouds of dust, preventing anyone from seeing the outcome of the short-lived energy collision. Nappa cringed and grabbed his jaw. The last time he had been forced to use his ultimate attack like that was against King Vegeta in their intense brawl over 20 years ago. Not even the Prince had ever chosen to clash with him this fiercely. At least the latecomer was dead, and he and the Prince could search for the strongest fighter on this planet. "Come on Prince Vegeta. Let's go. We're done here."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that Nappa." At first, Nappa didn't understand what he meant, but his question was answered when he saw the robotic looking warrior laid down next to an idiotic looking douche with the most retarded costume he had ever seen in his entire life. "Hey who the fuck are you?"

Saitama did nothing to acknowledge the bald general, proceeding to place Genos right beside Sonic and the other 3 warriors conveniently passed out beside him. "You didn't do too bad Genos. You're a bit better than when I fought you." Faintly awake enough to hear his master's praise, Genos smiled before blacking out into the void of unconsciousness. "Guess it's just me now. Cool."

Nappa aggravated that he was being ignored, bared his teeth to the caped hero. "Hey baldy! I'm talking to you! Just who the fuck do you think you are interrupting me like that?"

Snidely smirking, Saitama expressly looked at the floating mysterious being, and calmly stated: "I'm just a regular guy who's a hero for the fun of it."

The bald saiyan stood fuming at his blatant half-ass response. "A hero for the fun of it? You look like a retarded stereotype of fucking ultraman (space version of superman) who just entered a costume contest for dumbasses! And look at your bald head! It looks like you dipped it in oil!"

Saitama frowned and clenched his fists. "The fuck did you say to me?! Look who's talking! Your head looks like the tip of a dildo! If I paint you pink and shove batteries up your ass, will you vibrate?"

Vegeta laughed wholeheartedly. "Oh hoh hoh! The saiyan general handed to by a worm!"

"Why you MOTHER FUCKER!" Nappa flew up to Saitama and threw a right punch to him, but Saitama smoothly dodged, his angry expression now faded. He vanished, then reappeared behind Saitama and swung a ferocious left kick, but Saitama effortlessly caught it and threw him straight through a rock formation.

Vegeta uncrossed his arms and his smirk disappeared. "Might as well check how powerful this idiot is…" He clicked his scouter on, and scanned the energy level of Saitama.

But Vegeta's proud facade disappeared, and his heart fell down to the ground when he saw what his energy reading was at.. "No. No, this isn't possible. There's no way this can be right…" The scouter exploded and burst into flames, the sheer power of this bald intruder too much to process.

The saiyan prince staggered back in complete and absolute fear. His eyes that were lit with scorching pride were now dampened to nothing but fear-drenched pupils of a whimpering dog. He eventually bumped into a large boulder and almost, ALMOST cowered and crawled to the floor like a child, but he would never forgive himself if he submitted like that.

Nappa rubbed his head. That wasn't a good sign. "Vegeta, can you tell me his power level?"

"It's got to be some kind of trick, an illusion, the scouter's broken, anything!"

An anime-style sweat drop fell on Saitama's face. "Uhhh… Are you alright?"

"VEGETA! WHAT'S HIS POWER AT?!"

"His power level… It's -."