"His power level… It's -"

"-?! THERE'S NO WAY THAT CAN BE RIGHT! YOU'RE SCOUTER MUST BE MALFUNCTIONING!" Refusing to believe what his superior told him, Nappa sprinted over to his scouter, desperately hoping, no praying, that Vegeta's reading was wrong and that this baldy had a power level of 5. His prayers were unanswered, and Nappa's reading was exactly the same as Vegeta said. He quickly turned his scouter off so it wouldn't have enough time to explode from the gargantuan power level emitted by Saitama.

"No… Not even a god could have this sort of power…" His scouter fell to the ground, and he now replicated Vegeta's frightened position he had just moments ago.

All the while, Saitama's eyes were narrowed at the way these jerk-offs were pissing in their pants. What the hell was their problem? "Uhh do you guys need to like warm up or take a breather or something?"

Both saiyans snarled with fury. "What?"

"I mean you guys look like you're about to shit yourselves, so I'm letting you take a breather or whatever. I'll be waiting right here…" said Saitama; not a single feature changed on his face. Vegeta's fists were trembling with something in the middle of anger and fear. What kind of warrior would joke like this? The most infuriating part was that bored, bland expression on his face, as if the Prince of Saiyan's wasn't worth the time. "HOW DARE YOU MOCK THE PRINCE OF SAIYANS WITH YOUR NONCHALANT ATTITUDE!"

With the way that this guy was bawling before, he was surprised when he came lashing straight for him. Aiming for his bald blank face, Vegeta ended up hitting air. His pride refusing to let himself retreat like a coward, Vegeta continued showering Saitama with a flurry of punches, or at least that would be the case if Vegeta was actually fast enough to actually do something.

"NAPPA!" Nappa straightened himself, worried about Vegeta's furious tone of voice, "DID YOU FINALLY GET AN ANEURYSM FROM YOUR SHEER STUPIDITY?! STOP BEING AN IDIOT AND HELP ME KILL THIS SPINELESS LOWLIFE!"

"Yes Prince Vegeta!" Nappa was much more scared of Vegeta because unlike the baldy, he actually knew what Vegeta was capable of, and Nappa didn't want to lose his spine, or even worse, his tail. Saitama's eyes widened a fraction. In a lot of the cop movies he had seen, it was usually the smaller guys who served the big bad boss, but here it was like the other way around. So if the midget guy was in charge of the two, then there might be more to him than meets the eyes, and that kind of excited him. "I'm cool with taking both of you on. Fine by me."

With a blood-curdling scream, Nappa hurled himself at Saitama, his eyes burning with fury. With the deadly combination of years of combat experience and the brutality of the saiyan race, the two saiyan elite instinctively attacked Saitama, using their fists, feet, and cold hearted gazes to try and beat Saitama to a pulp. Alas, their best efforts proved to be futile, and Saitama was dodging their attacks or meeting their attacks head-on, stopping their attacks like they were nothing. It was like two puffed up kids trying to punch a brick wall: it only ended up hurting themselves.

"BASTARD!" Both warriors jumped up several meters in the air. Clasping their own hands together, they barreling down as their fists aimed for Saitama's sweet spot: his bald head. An eruption of yellow energy and minor dust clouds lit the sky like a colossal gold mushroom cloud.

Vegeta confidently laughed at Saitama's foolishness for taking that attack head-on. "Let's see you recover from that."

"Recover from what?" Yellow ki and smoke disappeared, and in the dead center of it was Saitama, completely uninjured, and staring at them as if nothing had happened. "Wait, was that supposed to do something?" The veins on Nappa's forehead heatedly throbbed. Never had he met anyone with such a bored expression on this face, as if neither the Saiyan General nor the Prince of Saiyan's was even close to matching or even entertaining him, like they weren't even worth getting serious for. "HOW ABOUT I GIVE YOU THE TASTE OF MY FOOT CRAMMED DOWN YOUR THROAT, SHIT-FOR-BRAINS?!" Nappa flew at Saitama with a hard right kick, but Saitama briskly dodged with ease.

But as Nappa was flying through midair, Saitama noticed the oddest thing wrapped around his waist. It was like a really furry belt, only it wasn't holding any pants up, or at least he thought. Wondering what it was, he grabbed the furry belt, and Nappa felt a weird tingly sensation course through his body. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"What's this weird thing around your waist? Is it like a fashion belt? Because it looks kinda cool."

Nappa stared disbelievingly at this guy. Was now really the time to comment on something as simple as his tail? "Let go of my tail!"

Saitama's eyes widened at this new revelation. "Wait, you have a tail? Woah. Never thought a person could grow one. You should enter yourself into those Guinness world record books." Nappa violently thrashed about, trying to break free from Saitama's death grip. "LET ME GO, YOU FUCKING DIPSHIT ASSHOLE!"

Saitama glanced convicting at Nappa's rude behavior. "Ok. Somebody's got to teach you some manners. It's guys like you that give bald people a bad name."

Nappa felt odd when he saw the ground below him start to move to the right. Unsure of what was happening, he looked at Saitama in horror when he saw a sly, evil grin in place of his expressionless mask. "What are you doing?"

Saitama's grin widened at his question. "Taking you for a ride."

Vegeta didn't know what was going on. He was about to take the moment of distraction to attack on unguarded Saitama, when suddenly Saitama started to spin Nappa around by the tail. What was he doing?

"Killer Move Serious Series: Serious Spin." Saitama gradually started to increase the speed of his spinning. Nappa would have tried to break free, but like he said, it was like Saitama's grip was magnetically stuck to his tail, and nothing he did could get him out of it. As the spinning only got faster, a huge current of wind started to envelop the two fighters, bringing up even more dust from the ground.

Vegeta watched in disbelief as this spinning began to turn into a full on tornado. The wind current spun and spun around like invisible axes, cutting down everything around it and sucking whatever rocks, trees, or debris was still left from the ground and lifting it for the sky. This monumental tornado was only growing in size, now hovering hundreds of meters in the air; it's winds now up to speeds of hundreds of miles per hour. If Saitama had done this in any city, there was no doubt that town would have been reduced to rubble.

All the while, Vegeta was stunned speechless; his body now limp from fear. "That tornado is massive. No fighter could accumulate such wind speeds simply from spinning himself around! It isn't humanly possible!"

The cataclysmic tornado leisurely began to die down. The hundreds of rocks and other debris swallowed up by the tornado fell to the ground with a thud. The smoke cleared, and Vegeta stood awestricken that Saitama was standing perfectly still, his hands still wrapped around Nappa's tail.

"Well I hope that teaches you a lesson." Nappa's brain was still spinning circles. "Uh… Are you alright?" Saitama let go of Nappa's tail and put him upright on his feet to give him a breather, but Nappa immediately dropped to his knees as a spell of dizziness came rushing through his brain.

"Nappa get a hold of yourself!" The Saiyan General obeyed his prince and focusing solely on his legs, slowly got up on his two feet. However, this still proved to be useless. Nappa's senses were completely knocked out of sync, way out of whack with his body. He felt like his hands were attached to his feet, and that somehow the entire world was upside down and he was right side up. And to top it all off, his stomach wasn't feeling too comfortable with the little spin show, so in response, Nappa chucked up his entire morning breakfast and lunch.

Saitama's face scrunched in slight disgust. "Gross man."

Vegeta was stammering, unable to believe what he was seeing. "He dropped Nappa to his knees just by spinning him. What the hell is this guy?"

"So hey, you mind telling me what that hairy thing around your waist is?" Vegeta forcefully turned his head at Saitama's bored, retarded expression. Nappa might not have had the skills to even keep up his lunch, but there was absolutely no way the Prince of Saiyans would allow himself to be subdued by such a ridiculous attack.

Vegeta launched a hardcore series of collisions and punches at Saitama. Their movements were unbelievably fast, the mere pressure from their blows enough to send shockwaves that shook the ground below them. Just as Vegeta threw a hard right roundhouse kick at Saitama, he suddenly vanished from his sight. "What?" Vegeta searched around frantically for Saitama, but was humiliated once more when Saitama reappeared right beside him and tapped his nose with his finger. "Hah got you know. That's 1-0 for me."

That playful attitude did it for Vegeta. Furiously flying out of the battle into the sky, he knew there was only one way to defeat this bastard. It might destroy the planet and himself if he was unlucky, but he would be damned before he would let himself be beaten like a pathetic low class weakling like Raditz. His pride wouldn't allow it.

"YOU'RE POWERFUL, BUT LET'S SEE HOW YOU HANDLE MY ULTIMATE ATTACK! IF YOU DODGE, YOU'RE PRECIOUS PLANET WILL BE DESTROYED IN THE PROCESS!"

Saitama's plaid face changed to his serious demeanor. Virginia was now emitting a bright purple aura as he cupped his hands together in the sky. The ground was shaking all around him, something that Saitama didn't expect. It was a lot like when he fought Bolos or whatever his name was, but his senses were telling him that this was going to be A LOT weaker than when he fought Boros.

"GALICK GUN! FIRE!" A huge purple beam of energy was released from Vegeta's hands as he screamed in adrenaline-fueled fury. Saitama simply stood in his place, not at all worried about the attack heading for him, something that Vegeta noticed, making him even more furious. So he was still acting like he was nothing? He would regret his mistake right before he was turned into a pile of ash.

"I don't think one of my serious series is needed to stop this thing, soooo, like this?" Saitama lightly slapped at the energy wave, and like that, it was sent hurtling high up into the atmosphere and out or orbit. Vegeta's Galick Gun exploded as it left the exosphere, lighting up the small portion of the planet they were fighting on.

Vegeta was panting like a dog, his face still covered with dirt and the blood from his one sided battle. "He swatted away my ultimate attack like he was swatting a mosquito. How..."

"Hey I heard that! Me and mosquitoes don't get along too well either!"

Vegeta stammered. This fighter, he wasn't natural. The way he did everything with such apparent relaxation wasn't right. Vegeta didn't know what else he could do to stop him. But wait. Vegeta thought back to the way Saitama spun Nappa around, and that he was holding his tail! The TAIL!

As if somehow responding to his thoughts, Nappa slowly and groggily pushed himself off of the ground, noticing Vegeta in the sky and more importantly, his hands. Did he… Did he use the Galick Gun? That was his ultimate technique. He destroyed 3 planets at once with that attack, but Saitama was still standing there without a single scratch, not even a smudge on his outfit.

"Nappa! I believe it's time we show this scum what we're truly capable of."

"What are you…" Vegeta pointed at his tail, and Nappa's eyes widened as big as saucers. "You couldn't possibly mean…"

Vegeta clenched his teeth. Their Great Ape transformations was their most powerful transformation. Smashing city after city, stomping on warriors like they were stomping on sticks, the Great Ape transformation was something that the saiyans, and more importantly, Frieza, had used to their advantage when taking over planets many times. But to use it on a single person? He hated having to use the saiyan's transformation like this as a trump card, but Vegeta knew it was the only thing that could have even a remote chance of defeating this bald freak of nature. "Yes, we must transform."

Nappa knew Vegeta must be desperate if he meant triggering the great ape transformation. Anybody who didn't know Vegeta wouldn't have understood what Nappa was talking about, but he raised Vegeta.

As a child, he constantly persevered to break the limits of his body, refusing help from anyone but himself. In everything he ever did, he wanted to tackle it head on with nobody's support, only relying on his keen instincts and honed fighting abilities. By transforming, he was thus sacrificing part of his pride by admitting he couldn't win in his regular state. "Very well, Prince Vegeta."

Saitama was scratching his head in confusion. "What's going on?"

Vegeta and Nappa maliciously grinned at Saitama. "After we're through with you, you're gonna be wishing you'd just bowed down in defeat." Saitama just stared at them blankly, still not getting what they were talking about.

"Well you see, we are two members of an elite class of an extinct warrior race, known across the universe as some of the most ruthless and powerful fighters in all of history. But what makes the Saiyan race like no other is our transformation. You see, when a full moon rises, the moon releases blutz waves…"

"Bultz waves?"

"Blutz waves. You see, when sunlight is bounced from the moon's surface, it causes a nominal shift in the size of the wavelength, and when the moon is full, their intensity is over 17 million zenos. When we saiyans are struck with these blutz waves, we undergo a change, a metamorphosis if you will, that allows us to transform into gargantuan, unstoppable apes that destroy everything in sight. While in our Great Ape form, our power is increased to heights you couldn't possibly fathom."

Saitama looked around at the sky to try and find the key component to their transformation. "But… There's no moon out."

Vegeta and Nappa laughed in amusement. "Thank you for telling us; we hadn't noticed. But luckily for you, us saiyans of the highest elite, we have learned to create a satellite with the zeno emissions necessary to spark the change in our body, allowing us to access the transformation at any time!" A pale white ball suddenly formed on Vegeta's right hand. "Now prepare yourself to face the wrath of the Prince of Saiyan's Inner Oozaru!"

"You're going to be groveling in the dirt just begging for mercy by the time I'm through with you!" said an overly excited Nappa.

Vegeta craned his arm back in a kind of sideways pitcher stance, then chucked the ball high up into the sky. Vegeta and Nappa both looked at the ball in the sky, waiting for the transformation to begin. The saiyans felt an abrupt surge of power in their bodies, and at that moment, they both knew the transformation had begun.

Saitama was standing just meters away with his arms crossed and his tasteless expression apparent as always. Suddenly, the saiyan's cold onyx eyes changed to a dark crimson red. They both started groaning and moaning as they gradually began to grow in size. Their faces, no, every part of their body, was starting to grow thick padded hair. Even their noses were oddly starting to change shape, elongating into a sort of snout. They screamed in what appeared to be agony as they grew to extraordinary heights, but nowhere near as tall as that one giant Saitama had punched in B-city.

"Their armor's stretched with their clothes. I wish my suit could be that durable," said Saitama with palpable jealousy.

The Great Apes breathed heavily once their transformation was finished. It had been a few months since they had dusted this transformation off. They forgot how painful it was if not used consistently.

"So, puny earthling, what do you think of our new transformation now? I imagine you'll want to be surrendering now that you truly understand the situation you're in. Our Great Ape states amplify our powers ten times over, allowing us even more abilities you couldn't possibly fathom. All the while, you'll be worn down and be defeated by the sheer might of your saiyan…"

"SHUT UP!" The great apes eyes widened. That was the first he raised his voice to that extremity. "YOU'RE VOICE SOUNDS EVEN MORE ANNOYING NOW THAN IT DID BEFORE! IT'S GONNA GIVE ME A MIGRANE!"

Vegeta stood fazed at first, but then let out a long and hefty laugh, putting his hands to his chest as he did so. "Trying to overcome the shaking fear in your heart with tough words? I'LL HAVE YOU SHOVING THOSE WORDS BACK INTO YOUR MOUTH BY THE TIME I'M DONE WITH YOU!"

Before Saitama could say anything, Vegeta's foot slammed him straight down into the ground. "Take the wrath of the Prince of Saiyan's Mighty Oozaru!" Vegeta continued his attack with a barrage of punches. The pure force of his punches began to create a crater that only widened and deepened with every punch he threw.

Vegeta now jumped up into the air and gathered all of the energy in his body, his body now radiating his inner purple aura. Nappa stood in awe as Vegeta prepared his Galick Gun, no less in his Great Ape form. "Prince Vegeta! You'll destroy the whole planet with that much energy! STOP!"

"TAKE THIS! SUPER GALICK GUN!"

A huge stream of purple energy was released from Vegeta's hands, about 5 times bigger than Vegeta's Galick Gun just minutes ago. The attack was a direct hit, perfectly nailing Saitama who was still lying in the ditch. Thousands of tiny rocks soared and splintered from the ground, hitting both Nappa and Vegeta like tiny pecks, not hurting them in the slightest.

Vegeta was panting as he descended from the sky. The battlefield was now nothing but a large crater with only the 6 earthlings left to remind them of the battle that just ensued. Even though Vegeta was broiling with rage, he had made his Galick Gun unique so it wouldn't explode or expand when it made contact with Saitama, just like he had done with his previous Galick Gun.

It was a skill that he learned to develop over the years to make sure when they were invading civilizations that they wouldn't destroy the important cities and resources that were most valuable in their raiding's. It had taken a while, but Vegeta eventually learned to master the skill and successfully apply it in his missions.

"Come on Nappa, let's go. We'll just tell Frieza that the strongest fighter was one of these 6 weaklings and lie about their strength."

"Not awful. You weren't lying about that amplified power…" Vegeta's crimson eyes must have been deceiving him. Saitama was standing there, clothes tattered but otherwise looking like he hadn't taken any damage. "How are you still alive? You took that blast head on…"

"HUMAN BASTARD!" Nappa lowered to a jumping position, then hurdled himself toward Saitama. The Saiyan General attempted to pummel him with his fists, but he was dodging them as easily as he had been dodging them in his regular state.

"For the skilled fighters you say you are, you're not all that smart…

Nappa shot him an incremental look. "What are you talking about?"

"You might have gained a lot of strength by transforming, but in terms of speed, you're just as fast as you were before, if not even slower."

Nappa's crimson eyes darkened even more to a blood red shade. "How dare you insult the fighting knowledge of the Saiyan General! I became a saiyan prodigy before you were even toilet trained!" Nappa gathered all of his ki to his leg, and then swung a powerful right roundhouse kick at Saitama, but Saitama effortlessly caught his leg.

"No… IMPOSSIBLE!"

"Consecutive Normal Punches," said Saitama as a barrage of red-gloved fists attacked Nappa, sending him flying and crashing through boulders.

Saitama inwardly sighed in relief. Normally, he wouldn't have tried to hold back as much against these monsters, but he wasn't really comfortable with killing regular people, even if they could change form. And from what they said, this ape change wasn't permanent, so he'd decided to take it back even more, just for him.

Saitama stared at Vegeta, who was still reeling from the shock of having his Super Galick Gun. He sighed in disappointment. "Looks like my senses were wrong. These guys weren't nearly as good as I thought they would be. I should just end this now." And with that disappointing thought in mind, Saitama flew toward Great Ape Vegeta and hit him square in the nose with his fist

Vegeta screamed in agony as he clutched onto his now bleeding nose. Saitama knew that the stuck-up heroes probably wouldn't have been too happy if he spared these guys, so he came to the conclusion that if these guys were in human form, then maybe they would lay off of him for sparing them.

He was scratching his head since he hadn't gotten that far ahead through the thought process, but then he remembered that short guy Vegena or whatever his name was shot a weird white ball into the air. So if he was a guessing man, he would say that if that white ball was destroyed, then they might return to normal. The caped hero shrugged. "Worth a shot."

Saitama bent down, then shot himself high up into the air. He lazily searched for the white ball as he was soaring into the sky, when he finally found it flying all alone in the light blue sky. He flapped his arms to his side to try and get himself closer to the ball, until he was standing just inches away. "Maybe if I just…"

Unsure of how to destroy it, he tried clapping it against his hands. In just a millisecond, the power ball was decimated by the power of Saitama's clap. The hero let out a tiny smile. "It worked. Cool."

He gradually began to descend form the sky, and while he was dropping down, he caught the two Apes shrinking in size, their body hair sinking back into their bodies.

While Saitama was slowly landing on the ground, Vegeta silently grabbed the remote hidden in his chest plate and called his space pod to his location. There was no chance of beating this warrior. He was simply too strong. There was no other way to put it. It was as if he was a god, untouchable by any mortal in existence. He had left Vegeta, the Prince of the Saiyan Empire, broken, battered, swept aside like common trash, even in his most powerful state. Even when Vegeta unleashed his Galick Gun, his most powerful and devastating attack, Saitama had taken it like it was nothing but child's play. He was now forced to return to Frieza's ship in humiliating defeat.

His space pod speedily landed in his location. Since Vegeta and Nappa hadn't ventured too far from their original location, their space pods were close enough to be called upon and quickly locate their coordinates almost instantly. Broken and decrepit, Vegeta crawled to his space pod, when his motions were interrupted by the sound of his saiyan general.

"Vegeta… Please… Help me…" The energy in his body had all but vanished. While Saitama's Consecutive Normal Punches hadn't killed him, it had exhausted all the reserves of his strength, rendering him completely wiped out. He barely had the energy to grab the remote from his now ruined armor. So he turned to his Saiyan Prince to help them escape.

But Nappa's hopes were broken, shattered, and thrust into the wind when Vegeta spat in his direction. "You've failed your mission Nappa. You're abysmal intelligence and broken body has rendered you all but worthless to both Lord Frieza and I. You'll regret your insolence when these Earthlings torture you for the rest of your very short and pathetic life."

"Vegeta…" Nappa's shout was all but a whisper, unheard to anyone but Saitama as Vegeta's ship flew up into the sky and straight for Frieza's ship.

"Sitch, what is the meaning for these horrendous statistic reports?!"

Sitch was sitting in President Agoni's office, and truth be told, he felt like a kid who was just sent to the principal's office. He know he didn't do anything wrong per se, but he was the Minister Officer of Justice for the Hero Association, and so far he hadn't done his job quite well. He had to psyche himself up in the bathroom for 15 minutes just so he could gather the guts to face Agoni with these reports.

"I'm sorry sir, but unfortunately more demon and dragon levels threats have been popping up in these past few months, and so far the A and B class heroes have had a difficult time keeping up."

"If that's the case, how can it be that the reaction time to call S-Class heroes in is so limited?" Sitch gulped. "You see sir, many of the S class heroes are stubborn in the type of threat levels they deal with, and unfortunately many will neglect some demon class threats and choose to ignore them."

Agoni shot up from his chair and slammed his fist into the table. "Well get them in line then!"

"It's not so simple as to "get them in line". There isn't too much the Hero Association can do to change their minds, and given their extraordinary skillset, it's not like we can bully them or force them to fight the monsters they don't want to."

"And what of the property damages?! My phones have been ringing off the hook with calls from lawyers threatening to sue for property damages, personal injury, and reckless endangerment of lives! According to these layouts, Tornado of Terror in particular has totaled up to 50 million dollars in damages! This irresponsible manner of destroying the surrounding buildings is costing us not only millions of dollars, but it significantly hurts our reputation as well!"

"I'm sorry sir…" Sitch didn't know what to say. He knew everything President Agoni was saying was right, but the prideful natures of the S class heroes combined with the incompetence of many heroes in A through C class made it nearly impossible to solve these important issues.

Agoni sighed. "It's alright. I understand your difficulty dealing with these matters." Agoni plopped back into his chair, slouching as he rubbed his eyes in exhaustion. "I just don't know what to do with these many factors. What a disaster this is. It's times like these that part of me wishes my grandson had never been attacked by a Mysterious Being and I would have never come up with this ludicrous idea…"

Sitch stared at him quizzically. "Sir?"

"Just remembering how my grandson had been saved from a mysterious being three years ago. Are you familiar with the story?"

Sitch nodded in confirmation. "I am well aware of the story sir."

"Yes. It's a shame that I never got to learn the identity of the stranger."

"Yes. Rather unfortunate."

"I only wish some people were just as courageous as that man was."

A staff member burst through the door, interrupting the conversation. "President Agoni! Minister Sitch! I have urgent news!" The man looked completely exhausted. His uniform was covered with sweat stains, and his breathing rate was rather high.

"What news do you bring?"

The man spoke in a raspy and shallow voice. "We were looking through the belongings of Fortune Teller Shibabwa, and while looking through her room, we discovered a piece of paper hidden in her closet."

"And?"

"It was addressed to both of you at this exact date and this exact time and…" The two men held their breathes. "It's the rest of her final prophecy."