Chapter 16 is up! Sorry for the nearly month long wait guys, but I moved from Wisconsin to Tennessee, and I've had alot of days on vacation, so it's been hard to be consistent. But anyway, its finally here! Some S-class vs Space Pirate action!

The Ginyu Force levitated from the craters, each of them smiling with smiles that said they were enjoying themselves. All of the Ginyus then gently placed their feet in front of Frieza's ship to face Frieza and the warriors who were standing not too far away from Frieza.

All of a sudden, they did something none of the S-class heroes had ever seen from any monsters before; one by one, they started taking these unusual poses, chanting their names as they did so.

"I am Recoome!"

"I am Burter!"

"The name's Jeice!"

"Guldo!"

"Captain Ginyu!"

"5! 4! 3! 2! 1! WE ARE THE GINYU FORCE!"

All 5 warriors were frozen in their signature opening poses, letting the awe-struck silence sink in. That awe-struck silence was broken by the sound of clapping. No, not from Frieza, but Puri-Puri-Prisoner.

"BRAVO! FINALLY, A GROUP OF MONSTERS THAT KNOW HOW TO MAKE A PROPER ENTRANCE!"

Puri-Puri-Prisoner was given a hard swing in the back by Metal Bat's bat. He let out a yelp of pain, then looked at Metal Bat with a fiery face of anger. "What'd you do that for?"

"DUDE, you can't applaud the bad guys! And anyway, those guys look like a bunch of homos." A few chuckles were let out from the male S-class heroes, while Puri-Puri-Prisoner only became more infuriated.

Metal Bat continued to rant on.

"Besides, this whole things looks like a scam! You're telling me we hauled our asses all the way out here to fight these scrawny chicken asses?! That tiny lizard guy looks like he couldn't even scratch my bat!"

"How dare you insult the mighty Lord Frieza!" shouted Captain Ginyu. "Who exactly do you think you are?!"

"Why don't you come down here and let me tell you?!"

Bang smacked Metal Bat hard in the back of the head. "Ow! What'd you do that for?!"

"Don't be a fool! You should know an opponents power has nothing to do with their outward appearance!

Metal Bat gave Bang a look that said, 'What the fuck are you talking about?'

"Uhhh, it kinda does. The bigger they are, the more heroes they can crush; that's how I've seen it."

"I'm gonna go with the twig master on this one." Tornado decided to chime in on their conversation. "I was expecting something a lot bigger than this." Some of the other heroes nodded in agreement.

Bang and Bomb shook their heads. They didn't want to cause any alarm, but that "lizard guy" was radiating nothing but pure evil, enough to make them both sick to their stomachs. His aura wasn't only malicious, it was powerful, like unbelievably powerful. And the five newcomers weren't to be scoffed at either. Not like it would mean anything to the other S-class heroes. All of them were so caught up in their own egos, their words of caution would fly over their heads.

"Forget about them for a moment, Ginyu," said Frieza. "You had an impressive entrance there."

The S-class heroes were completely forgotten by the captain. "Thank you, sir. It's an honor to be by your side once again." Ginyu's smile faltered when he saw the large claw marks across Frieza's chest. "My Lord! Your chest! Are you alright?!"

"Oh, I'm fine, Captain. I just finished a rather arduous battle, and I'm afraid I simply wasn't able to leave it unscathed."

Ginyu calmed down after hearing this. "Very well. Jeice, if you would..."

"Of course, Captain." Jeice walked to the edge of Frieza's ship and opened a green case he had been carrying. "Here ya go, Lord Frieza. The new and improved scouters ya wanted."

"Marvelous."

Jeice nodded and walked back to his comrades. "So, Lord Frieza, is this all you needed, or is there anything else we could assist you with?" said Captain Ginyu.

"As a matter of fact..." Frieza turned his hover chair around to face the heroes who were watching them. He then levitated downwards in his chair to be at eye level with the new group of heroes. The Ginyu Force quickly flew down to join him. Feeling it was necessary, Zarbon and Vegeta traveled down as well.

"And just who might you be? I'm assuming you haven't all come down here to-"

"Wait, hold up a second. Who's the handsome one there?" Zarbon and Sweet Mask spoke identically, pointing at each other as they noticed one another. "He's got style."

Everyone stared at each other to see if this was actually happening. "Zarbon, keep your thoughts to yourself, if you would. You're putting thoughts in my head..." Frieza shuddered, along with everyone else. Zarbon and Sweet Mask looked at each other, then just shrugged their shoulders like they didn't know what was going on, and they didn't care.

Tatsumaki was the first to break the silence. "ANYWAY, we heard this big prophecy about a Devil of Frost coming to Earth, and we're here to kick your-"

"I'VE FOUND THE JACKPOT! THIS IS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE!" A new voice popped up out of nowhere, and it was coming from right behind the S-class heroes. Everyone turned around, and what they saw filled the air with gasps, especially from Bang and Bomb. For the newcomer was none other than Garou, the Hero Hunter himself.

Garou had been searching through A-City, searching for any good competition to test his abilities like always, when he saw several heroes from the Hero Association leave the building at once. At first, he couldn't tell which heroes these were, but when he managed to get in closer, Garou was able to identify Superalloys Darkshine, with King himself riding on his back. He didn't know for sure whether or not his eyes were deceiving him or not, but he figured he had nothing to lose. It had taken quite some effort to keep up with the heroes, and he thought he hadn't lost them, until he saw a monumentally sized canyon or rock formation that carved through the land. He went with his instincts and followed this canyon, and sure enough, it led to the S-class heroes.

"Garou!"

Garou winced in fear when he heard that voice. He searched through the horde of S-class heroes, and sure enough, the old fart was standing there alongside the rest of the heroes. He noticed another rather old man standing beside the old fart, and gasped. That was Bomb, Bang's older brother and the only one Garou knew that could best the old fart in a fight. With his Whirlwind Cutting Iron Fist, he was truly a god in the martial arts world. What was he doing here? He wasn't a hero, so why was he mixed up with the rest of these S-class heroes?

He looked up and saw another large group of warriors with identical uniforms but each completely different in nearly all aspects of appearance. But what Garou found confounding was the one in the center, the one in the floating chair who he presumed to be the leader was just a tiny, scaly lizard. "What's going on? If 10 of the most powerful members of the Hero Association and quite possibly this entire planet are all here in one place, this has to be quite the threat. Are you the one that's brought all these guys down here?" Garou pointed his finger at Frieza, his slouched posture and snarky face signifying a condescending attitude in his behavior.

The Space Emperor pinched the bridge of his nose. After those two consecutive fights, he was rather exhausted, both physically and mentally, and he was in no mood to deal with another one of these cocky attitudes again.

"Captain, when was the last time you and your team had a bracing fight?"

"Well, to tell you the truth, it has been quite some time since we've had any decent competition."

"I see. I've made a decision. Captain Ginyu, your team will do battle with these newcomers while I regain my strength with some red wine and bread."

"Hell no!" Garou walked to the edge of the crater with anger in his eyes. "Exactly who the fuck are you?"

Superalloy Darkshine walked up to the edge of the crater alongside Garou. "This is the demon of frost that the entire Hero Association has been preparing to fight all these weeks."

Garou looked up to the hero with disbelief. "Are you serious? This is the god-level threat meant to destroy humanity? It's really-"

"Yes, it's underwhelming. But don't get comfortable. When I'm done wiping the floor with him, I'm coming for you next."

Garou smiled maliciously. "I wouldn't have it any other way." Garou lifted his head up to Frieza. "But what makes you think we're gonna just play along with these sadistic games?!" shouted Garou.

Frieza sighed and closed his eyes. While keeping his eyes closed, he pointed his finger up into the sky, forming a small fireball at his fingertip. It shot straight up into the sky, where it then exploded, creating a fiery inferno of flames and death which spanned for miles in all directions, and left all of the heroes speechless.

"And that was just me messing around. So while I go relax, you just sit and stay, and maybe, if I feel like it, I'll indulge your little fantasy of fighting me. Does that sound good to you?" No objections were made, the heroes still stunned at his ridiculous power.

"Good. Well, have fun." And like that, the Devil of Frost was off to the sidelines, while the main event was about to begin. Superalloy Darkshine walked back to the heroes, who were for the most part looking conflicted and confused with everything coming at them.

"Are we really gonna let this happen?" said Flashy Flash.

"Let's just humor them and do what they say for now," replied Bomb. "He's not going anywhere, and we have more than enough manpower to eliminate him once we've dealt with these clowns. And as for you, Garou." Bang and Bomb walked together to face Garou, who had his arms crossed and was scowling at the two martial artists, pure hatred radiating off him as they continued to get closer to him.

"Are you going to behave yourself? Or are we going to have to discipline you?"

Garou clenched his fists at Bomb's threat. "I'll play along. For now. But my only condition is that I face that frost devil. He might be able to do his little light shows, but you both know I have my fighting abilities to back me up. Are those acceptable terms for you?"

The brothers looked at each other. "Very well. But know that we'll be watching you. If you make even a single slip-up, you're finished."

Garou smirked. "But of course." Giving his former disciple one final stern look, he and his brother left Garou without another word.

Garou could barely contain his laughter. This couldn't get any better. He wasn't quite sure exactly how these games were going to go, but he was pretty sure it was divided up into rounds, and each round was for a separate S-class hero. With each of these battles, he'd be able to observe each of these hero's fighting styles first-hand and that of these alien freaks. He had no idea where they came from or what kind of abilities they had, but each of them had the ability to fly, so that counted as something. Only time could tell whether of not there was more to them that met the eye.

The Ginyu Force spoke up. "So, which one'a you buggers wants to tangle with us first, ay-"

"Jeice; I think I'd like to be the first contender in this contest of yours." Everyone turned to see Zarbon with his arms crossed, a smirk on his face, and his eyes dead set on Sweet Mask. "I feel like such a handsome fighter as this needs to be handled by me alone, just to make sure there aren't any serious bruises. Is that alright with you, Captain?"

"Uhhhh..." The Captain had no response. So instead, he turned to Lord Frieza for approval. "Lord Frieza, is it alright if Zarbon here gets to be the first contender?"

Frieza already had a platter of red wine and cheese when he heard Ginyu's question. "I see it as only fitting, since Zarbon didn't get any serious action when those monsters came. Let it be so."

"Yes, Lord Frieza!" Ginyu's turned back to Zarbon. "Have at it."

"Thank you, Captain." Zarbon shifted to face Frieza and bowed. "Thank you, Lord Frieza!"

Zarbon's attention was once again directed at Sweet Mask, who was looking just as pleased about this arrangement as Zarbon was.

"Now then, what should we do about the battle arena..." said Captain Ginyu. Tornado groaned and levitated up into the air.

"Fine! I'll build the stupid arena for you idiots! But once it's my turn to go, I'm not gonna hold back anything!"

The Ginyu Force snickered at the surprisingly rude attitude coming from this tiny girl.

"Oh yea? Well, what's a little girl gonna... gonna..." Recoome, no everyone, had their words caught in their throat when they saw a humongous chunk of rock being ripped apart from the ground a couple hundred meters away, which then slammed into the crater, covering the hole completely. Using her psychic wave attack, she flattened out the boulder, forming a completely flat and smooth surface in the process. In seconds, Tornado lifted up another nearby boulder, and cut up the rock into hundreds of perfectly symmetrical squares. The squares were then cut up into fourths, where they then flew and formed a giant flat surface that shimmied with a marble white hue. Finally, for the finishing touches, up from the ground came four large stone pillars. Tornado quickly carved up the pillars, crafting four marble pillars with four round balls at the top. With a thrust of her hands, these pillars were slammed down into the four corners of the arena.

"And with that, I'm done." Tornado floated down to the rest of the heroes, leaving the band of space pirates in shock and awe.

"Captain, did she just..."

"Yes, she did."

Frieza was left in awe along with the rest of his subordinates. One thing was certain: she wasn't one to be easily trifled with. "I wonder how the Ginyu's will handle her..."

"Well? Are you getting on or what?" Tatsumaki was addressing both Zarbon and Sweet Mask, staring at them as if what she had done had been no big deal. Sweet Mask was the first to snap himself out of his awe-stricken state and stepped onto the arena. It took Zarbon a little more time, but he too soon pushed himself onto the arena.

Both fighters walked with a calm stride, as if they were simply strolling through the park on a bright and sunny day. The two handsome fighters finally came to a stop when they were just a few feet away from each other.

"I didn't catch your name," said Zarbon.

"Call me Sweet Mask," replied the A-class hero. "And you're Zarbon. Did I catch that right?"

"Perfectly. I must say, you are simply dazzling. I usually don't ask questions like these to my enemies or even talk at all, but you are a very rare exception. You obviously know how important beauty is."

Sweet Mask nodded. "In order to be a true hero for the people, one must be both strong and beautiful. Which is why I deeply regret spilling your blood today." Sweet Mask took a fighting stance. "Are you sure you won't consider joining the Hero Association? I'd personally vouch for your promotion to S-class."

Zarbon shook his head. "I can't do that. Could you find it in your heart to quit the life of a hero and join the Frieza Force? If your strong, Frieza will give you whatever you please, and you're looked at like a king by all of your subordinates."

"I couldn't possibly turn to the dark side, no matter how tempting the rewards are on the other side."

"Oh well. It was worth a try." Like Sweet Mask, Zarbon took a fighting pose, a hint of disappointment apparent in the two handsome fighter's eyes.

"Alright here are the rules! Whoever knocks their opponent out of the ring or knocks them out in general wins! No weapons, because where's the fun in that?And that's basically it..."

Frieza moved his hand up to the air, then swung it down. "Let the preliminary round begin!"

"This isn't good."

"We're totally fucked. No human can fight that thing."

In the very disastrous and war-torn S-class city, a B-class hero and C-class hero, Mohican and Pineapple, were fighting a battle they could not win. Hell, it wasn't even a battle; they were just being toyed with.

They'd heard word that Naranki, a very important and high ranking executive of the Hero Association who contributed 7% of the operation of the association, and his son were attacked by a centipede monster. Iaian, Okamaitachi, and Bushidrill were assigned to protect Naranki, and things were going swimmingly for them until Senior Centipede and Raffleseidon, two demon level monsters, came out of nowhere. And then, to top it all off, the infamous Elder Centipede, a gargantuan dragon level threat, had arrived. By the time these two lower class heroes made it on the scene, all three of Atomic Samurai's disciples were barely standing. From what the two heroes saw, they'd managed to take out the smallest centipede and Raffleseidon. But it was simply too much for them. Within seconds of their arrival, the swordsmen had passed out, barely having enough time to tell these two newcomer heroes what had just happened.

"So, two little humans have arrived to save these pitiful souls? How pathetic," said Senior Centipede.

"Let us not waste time on such lowly heroes," said Elder Centipede. "I will devour them, then we will take these two unconscious hostages to the headquar-" A painful sensation suddenly sparked up in Elder Centipede's tail. That painful sensation quickly started to shoot up through his entire body. It was as if lava was pouring down his tail and quickly flowing down the rest of his body. The centipede writhed and screamed in complete pain; he had never felt anything so torturous as what he was experiencing at that moment. The giant centipede shook himself rigorously, destroying all of the buildings around him in the process, in a desperate attempt to make the pain somehow go away, but nothing was working.

Senior Centipede looked up at his superior with worry. "Elder Centipede, what's going on?!"

"Something's happening to me! My insides are being torn apart! What's happening to me-" Elder Centipede's sentence was cut short; bursting from Elder Centipede's head was Saitama, the newly promoted S-class hero himself, looking frazzled and in a rush. Spinal fluid, brain matter, and blood spilled all over the heroes, the centipede, and the surrounding buildings that were already left in ruins were now soaked in these inner organs and fluids.

Senior Centipede's legs were limp and motionless. "It's him... It can't be..." He remembered that bald head; that was the hero swindler. He was only in B-class; alot of the monsters found it fishy that he'd been moved up to S-class, and refused to believe in his power. How was this possible? "Why you... you BASTARD! I WILL AVENGE MY ELDER! NOW PREPARE YOURSELF FOR MY ULTIMATE-" Not having the time to wait for these boring monologues, Saitama jumped down from Elder Centipede's head, spun his entire body midair, and split Senior Centipede's entire body in half. The hero burst out of the end of Senior Centipede's tail, and shook himself off like a wet dog after a bath. Standing just a few feet away from Saitama, Pineapple and Mohican were struggling to come to grips with what they had just seen happen.

"You just took out those two centipedes like nothing..."

"What the h is going on..." The two heroes approached Saitama, their faces ghostly pale and their mouths dry as sandpaper. "Uh, thanks for saving our asses there..." said Pineapple.

"Yea, we really owe you on-" Before they had the chance to finish giving him their thanks, a gust of wind blew the two heroes away; Saitama didn't even stay to hear the thanks from them. He didn't stay to get thanks for the 40 or 50 other monsters he'd punched to kingdom come, and this one was no exception. The bald hero just about had it with all of the monsters he'd seen on the streets. He was going to miss the biggest fight of his life just because he was in the middle of a monster traffic jam.

"Oh great. And there's another one..." Coming up in Saitama's view was a flying bird, a huge rhino with a wrestler gi, and this weird sludgy jellyfish, all standing right in front of Saitama's path.

The rhino was the first to speak. "You're not going anywhere, Caped Baldy! You may have been moved up to S-class, but I'm calling you out! Now, you're gonna see the culmination of all my years of training to crush all of the-" Rhino Wrestler's entire body was turned into ground meat, leaving only his legs intact.

"I'M NOT IN THE MOOD FOR MORE MONOLOGUES, SO CYA!" shouted Saitama as he ran away from the terrified associates who just witnessed Rhino Wrestler's demise.

"Gragghh!" Saitama combed his hands through his non existent hair; this was taking way too long. If he didn't move this along, he wasn't going to make it on time, LIKE ALWAYS. Being late wasn't something he could afford this time; it was time for him to speed things up.

"Killer Move Serious Series: Serious Sprint."

With the increasing sense of frustration and the excitement of a possibly worthy opponent flowing through him, he began running so fast, it looked like he was flying. Saitama attempted to do the time in his head; it had taken Saitama around 30 minutes to get from L-City to S-City, and that was while he was holding back and having to fight a lot of the monsters. If he kept going at his maximum speed, it would probably take him half, maybe a third of that time for him to make it back to his home in Z-city. And with the newly implemented road system which all led to A-city, it would be a piece of cake to find his way back to the Association and find out where the big fight was at.

"DEVIL OF FROST, HERE I COME!"

The duel between the two handsome fighters waged on thousands of miles away, with both fighters giving it all they had. Strands of hair fluttered in the air, a few covering their faces, and others actually managing to intertwine with each other. The faces of both of the fighters was relaxed and calm, their eyes clear of any hostile emotions and filled with a relaxing sensation. Every punch, every kick, every blow they exchanged only heightened their sense of respect for one another as they got to better analyze each other's refined and beautiful movements.

Bang studied this battle with increased curiosity and tumult. Bang edged closer to his older brother. "Interesting... Can you see it?"

"I can see it." Garou, who had edged closer to the heroes and was a couple feet away from the old fart, had heard him, and answered his question.

Bomb nodded. "It's ridiculous. I can see it in their movements. Both of them are holding back, keeping any killing intent at bay."

Garou frowned. "It's as if this was a friendly jostle, with neither of them trying to scar or even badly damage opponents. They're fighting each other like they're actually friends."

What they didn't notice was that Frieza had picked up on this behavior as well. With his wine bottle and bread & cheese platter on both of his armrests, Frieza floated his hover chair down to just a few meters above the surface of the battlefield, and just right above the Ginyu Force. "Zarbon, what are you doing?"

This question from his master caused Zarbon to forcefully push Sweet Mask away with an invisible ki blast with both of his hands. Zarbon immediately turned to his master, straightened his back, and put his hands to his side. "I'm fighting, my lord? I don't get the question."

"Oh, nothing nothing, Hey Zarbon, I have a joke for you. It just popped up in my head. Stop me if you've heard it. How many gays does it take to screw in a lightbulb?"

"How does that relate to m-"

"None, because their too busy screwing each other!" This homophobic joke elicited a few chuckles from the heroes and even some from the Ginyu Force, while Puri-Puri-Prisoner clenched his teeth even harder than ever. "So can you stop making out with your boyfriend and actually get serious?"

"The lizards got a point, man!" shouted Metal Bat. "You didn't come here to "socialize"! You came to kick some Space Pirate ass! Now get on with it! I want a crack at one of these posers!"

Zarbon bowed to his master. "As you wish, Lord Frieza."

"Alright, alright. But not because you told me to. I was just warming up, so I figure that now I'm all warmed up, I figure he deserves fighting me at my fullest," replied Sweet Mask.

"Now then..." Zarbon swerved back to his opponent and raised his hand up to him. "Elegant Blaster!" An orange stream of energy came bursting out of Zarbon's palm, headed straight for Sweet Mask. But instead of dodging the blast, Sweet Mask stayed as still as a rock, to the confusion of his heroic acquaintances.

"What are you doing?" shouted Superalloy Darkshine. "Get outta there!"

"No. An attack as glamorous as this can't be dodged. I have to face this head-on." Sweet Mask bent his knees and reached his hands out for what was about to come blasting all over him. When Zarbon's Elegant Blaster hit Sweet Mask, a huge struggle ensued. Sweet Mask's calm composure vanished. Sparks of electricity and energy were flying from the blast, and the hero could feel the heat from the energy rising in his hands.

Astonishment was racing through all of the heroes minds. "More beings who can conjure up their inner energy into physical form? Amazing..." said Bang to no one in particular.

"Is that all you've got?"

"If this is all he can take, then it looks like they're not going to make it to second base after all..." whispered Frieza to himself. "Oh wait, I might have spoken too soon..." The scene was now changing; Sweet Mask was gaining ground, pushing the Elegant Blaster wave back. His face was no longer a grimace, but rather a serious and stone-cold mask. The hero let out a vociferous shout, and sent the energy wave hurtling back, straight toward Frieza. But unfortunately for Sweet Mask, such an attack wouldn't even scratch that devil. For Frieza, all it took to deflect it was a flick of his fingers, where it then lit up the sky in a fiery yellow explosion.

"Sorry for this, Zarbon. I really am. But the twig master makes a valid point: playtime is over. It's time for me to show you that I'm not that sweet."

Zarbon shrugged. "Fine by me. Let's turn up the heat." Zarbon lunged for Sweet Mask, and like that, the fight resumed. Zarbon resumed the fight with a hard right uppercut, but Sweet Mask smoothly dodged it. The hero countered by sweeping Zarbon's feet, successfully knocking Zarbon off the ground. While in midair, Sweet Mask slammed his fist downward, hitting Zarbon square in the jaw. Zarbon groaned in pain, but toughed it out and fired two energy waves, which propelled him back and out of the reach of Sweet Mask. But it wasn't quick enough.

Just as Zarbon was going to get up onto his feet, Sweet Mask charged at him at an incredible speed. Zarbon swung a hard right kick at Sweet Mask, but Sweet Mask caught it, returning Zarbon's blow with a left elbow which hit Zarbon in the stomach. He winced in agony once again. "No way. You were hiding this much strength?"

"This is the unmitigated rage I have toward all things evil. You disappoint me, Zarbon. You would have been an amazing hero. But now, you are nothing more than an enemy. Now taste defeat." Sweet Mask craned his right leg back, then using all of his strength, the hero kicked Zarbon straight up into the air. Zarbon was hurtling toward the sky, astonished at the high gap between them. A rather unsavory thought flashed through Zarbon's brain. If things kept going like this, his stamina would be all but depleted. The only way he could stand victorious over Sweet Mask was if he went all out. Yes, the only way to win was to transform.

Zarbon always hated transforming; the sheer ugliness of his transformation was a vulgar abomination that he wished he was never born with. And to transform himself in front of such an amazingly looking fighter as Sweet Mask was a disgrace. But he was out of options; he had already used the Elegant Blaster, his most powerful attack, to no avail. He had no choice: he was going to go all out.

As the rate of his velocity decreased, Zarbon leveled himself while in the air, until his body became upright. "I have to hand it to you Sweet Mask, you're quite the formidable foe indeed." Zarbon looked from up high at his opponent, slowly floating down to the ground as he spoke. "But you have absolutely no idea what you've gotten yourself into. Since you've been so generous as to show me the full extent of your power, I find it is only fair that I demonstrate my own true power. You see, I've been hiding another side of me."

"Where? In the closet?" said Frieza, chuckling as he did. The two combatants ignored the derogatory joke.

"You've been holding back your true power? Please. I've seen your fighting style; there's no way you could be concealing any more of your power."

"Is that so? Have you ever heard the saying beauty is skin deep? Well, right now, you're only seeing the beauty." Sweet Mask gave him a confused look. "I was really hoping I wouldn't have to resort to this, especially against you of all people, but you've left me no choice.

"Now prepare yourself for the beast within!" Zarbon extended his arms and spread his legs. The change in Zarbon's body was instantaneous; his arm and leg muscles bulged to nearly twice their original size; the smooth, light green skin was now blotched with small bumps. Sweet Mask looked upon this in horror and dreaded shock. Zarbon smiled at Sweet Mask's fear-ridden face; his once beautiful, flawless face bulged out. His nose had completely disappeared; his pearly whites were now sharp daggers that looked like teeth of a wild animal. The smooth skin became covered with these green bumps like those on his arms and legs, and fat folds of skin became apparent all around his chin. Then, as the final restraint of power was lifted, his entire body pumped up as the hidden energy flowed through his body, giving him around an extra foot of height in the process.

"And the bear has finally come out of hibernation! It's been many years since I've seen this bear come out into the light."

"Hahaha! Repulsive, isn't it? I'm sorry you had to see this; judging by the look on your face, this is even more ugly for you than it is for me. But sadly, things are about to get a whole lot uglier. You thought you were at the top? Well, it's about time I taught you where your place is: at the bottom, on your knees, begging for mercy."

Zarbon sprinted toward Sweet Mask as the 2nd round began. Zarbon started his counter attack with a right knee to Sweet Mask's gut, thus returning the favor. Sweet Mask didn't even try to block his attacks. Zarbon smirked; it looked like he was too scared to even move a muscle. Zarbon smacked him hard across the face, sending him flying onto the ground. Zarbon sprinted to him and kicked him in the chest, propelling up a few feet in the air. While he was in the air, Zarbon grabbed him by the foot and flung his lifeless body into the stone platform.

The heroes watched this beating in disgust. "His power wasn't the only thing that changed," said Bang.

"Yes," replied Bomb. "His fighting style has become much more brutish, more unrefined than before. He's tossing him around like a doll."

"It's as if he's become an animal," added Garou.

"But why isn't that sweety fighting back?" asked Puri-Puri-Prisoner. "He's just letting himself be pummeled."

"I'm not quite sure, but if I had to guess, he seems to be in some sort of petrified state of mind," said Bomb.

"This is... the worst evil." This was the only way Sweet Mask could sum up Zarbon's transformation. His greatest weakness was that he became immobilized when faced with truly ugly opponents; his nature simply couldn't overcome it. But what made this all-the-more shocking for him was the fact that such a handsome fighter as this required to sacrifice his beautiful appearance in exchange for strength. He could feel the rise in power; Zarbon was now twice as strong as he was before, and he was worlds faster as well. If it were a naturally ugly fighter, it was bad, but that was the way such lowly creatures gained strength. But if such a good-looking fighter couldn't grow stronger on his own, then was Sweet Mask's destiny to be as ugly of a monster as this? Could he not live in a world where both strength and beauty could coexist? These questions were running rampant through his mind.

"What's wrong, Sweet Mask? Don't tell me that after all that talk, you can't muster up the courage to even stand! Get up! Attack me! Prove your worth as the graceful Sweet Mask you claim to be!" Zarbon's words managed to smack some sense into him, and he took a defensive stance. Sweet Mask launched a flurry of punches at Zarbon with as much power as he could possibly muster, but Zarbon met every attack blow-for-blow. Zarbon's demeanor was still supremely confident; Zarbon thrust Sweet Mask back with a energy blast, causing him to yell out in pain. Using his pain to his advantage, Zarbon grabbed Sweet Mask by the head and started to smash his forehead with his own. Every head butt drew more and more blood, and made him even more disoriented than he already was. "As much fun as this is, I find that this has dragged on long enough. Now for the finishing move!" Zarbon grabbed him by both of his arms, and began swinging him around at a rapid speed. After about 20 spins, Zarbon finally released him, speeding him toward the opposite side of the arena, toward the group of heroes. He raised his palm, and formed a wave of purple energy at the palm of his hand.

"Ultimate Graceful Cannon Blast!" The giant purple attack wave soared through the air, aimed straight for Sweet Mask. There was no time for the hero to dodge it, and no energy left to stop it. The energy wave enveloped all around Sweet Mask, creating a blinding purple light which completely blinded all of the heroes, forcing them to shield their eyes.

As the bright light of the attack started to wane, Sweet Mask's form started to come into focus. He was lying on the ground, his right cheek resting against the stone tile. His clothes were covered with smudges, and his pretty face was broken and bruised almost beyond recognition. Zarbon's face was neutral. "I hadn't meant to damage his pretty face with that attack, but I suppose that's the nature of the beast within." The elegant fighter walked over to his opponent with a calm and confident stride in his movements.

Once they were able to distinguish that Sweet Mask was indeed passed out, the Ginyu Force began to lightly applaud Zarbon, nodding at each other like confirming to each other that Zarbon had done a satisfactory job in his battle. Frieza soon joined in this light applause, even whistling to Zarbon, while Vegeta simply scowled and kept his arms crossed as one would expect from the Prince of Saiyans.

Once Zarbon was standing directly over Sweet Mask's lifeless body, he picked the hero up by his back and legs in a bridal-style fashion. He looked at the rest of the heroes with contempt in his eyes, which they returned with equally hateful stares. "You're all going to die. If someone as handsome as this couldn't beat me, then you don't stand a chance. The Ginyu Force will tear you apart." Without warning, Zarbon's body shrunk, the muscle mass he gained quickly disappearing and his body regressing back to his regular form. Zarbon slowly dropped Sweet Mask to the ground, and left the heroes with a loud scowl.

Round One goes to the Space Pirates! Until Chapter 17!