A/N: Two chapters in one month! whoo-hoo!

An Unwinnable Battle

Stirring awake, her eyes fluttering open, she cringed when what had to be one of the most obnoxious noises she's ever heard rang through her ears. She released a yelp, scampering back when her aqua orbs narrowed on her mom, who stood over her wearing a pair of protective glasses, wielding a circular saw.

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"Ouchhh!" Bra groaned when she tumble off the bed and landed on the floor; it didn't help that the ridiculously loud grinding sound continued on, nearly making her nauseous and, well deaf.

Hurriedly switching off the saw and placing it on the table, Bulma bended forwards, reaching out to help her daughter back on her feet, but Bra swatted her hand away and got up herself; that proved to be the wrong move, the speed at which she rose up causing a bad head rush to pound in her head, making dark spots float before her vision. Her legs giving out, she let herself flop back on the bed, moaning again as she had landed uncomfortably on her left side.

"Kami honey, you scared the life out of me!" Bulma said, pushing her protective plastic glasses up to her head.

Rolling so that she was back first, Bra's mouth dropped. "Scared you?! You weren't on the receiving end of a saw! I can't believe my own mother was trying to murder me!"

Bulma gasped, pressing her hand over her heart with a hurt look. "I would never do such a thing! I was just trying to get that off of you!" she pointed at the golden ring on her daughter's right hand. "That darn ring won't come off no matter what I do!"

Bra raised her hand to inspect it. Her face screwed up when a horrendous odor wafts into her nose. She gagged. "Ugh, my finger smells like all sorts of shit!"

She hastily darted from the bed and into the bathroom to wash, no, scrubs the hell out of her finger.

"What the hell did you rub on my finger mom?!" She growled, her eyes widening in disbelief when her finger still smelled horrid.

Bulma tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Well first, I tried edibles things such as butter, peanut butter, and cooking oil, but when that didn't work I started to use non-edibles; vaseline, vaper-rub, lube, and lotion-"

Bra did a double take. "Wait, lube?!"

"-when I used the lotion, I made sure to use a cocoa butter scented one so that your finger wouldn't smell worse than it already did-"

"Lub!?"

Bulma stopped her rambling, blinked and waved her hand in dismissal. "Oh don't worry, it was a sealed one. I would never-"

"Kami I am not listening to this!" Bra said, walking away. She had half a mind to go to the kitchen and pour the whole bottle of bleach on her right hand. Maybe that'd get rid of the awful smell as well as remove the damn ring that was suppressing her…

"My ki!"

Bulma, who had resumed rambling about who knows what, came to a standstill before she could collide with the back of her daughter. Strong hands grasped her shoulders, quieting her instantly. Feeling the panic rolling in waves from her daughter, her false façade disappeared, showing the fear that had been hidden beneath.

"Mom, how long have I been out?" Bra asked cautiously, worried that she wasn't going to like the answer.

When her mother winced, the younger woman separated her hands from the older one's shoulders, mumbling an apology from her unintentional rough handling.

Bulma sighed. "For about two hours."

Bra cursed, turned and faced the direction that the tournament was being held at, attempting to sense what was happening out there. She knew Bojack and his crew had likely headed down there, since Gohan's Dragon Ball was the nearest. "Damn it! Some of my ki has returned, but it just isn't enough to sense ki signatures from such a far distance!"

"Did his goon hurt you in any way after you gave him the radar?" She asked; her mother shook her head.

"Other than dropping me carelessly on the floor when I told him where it was, I'm fine. The weird string things disappeared once they all left."

"Are Kibō and Trunks still with grandma and grandpa?" She asked while she took off her headband, plucked a red scrunchie and then tied her hair into a ponytail.

Her mother nodded. "Yeah, I called them and told them to stay out for the rest of the day."

Walking towards her window, Bra lifted it open and leaped out of it, landing gracefully on the ground.

Bulma poked her head out of the window. "Wait! Where you going?!"

"To go help them."

"But your power isn't restored yet!" She said worriedly. "Why don't you get back in here and I can try another way to get the ring off!"

"That could take forever mom! Sorry, I'm not waiting!" Bra shouted, glaring at her mother.

Bulma let loose a breath in frustration, making her bangs flap upwards. "Fine! Go!" She spat. "At least take one of our motorcycles! I doubt you'll make it there otherwise." she added, stuffing her hand into her lab jacket and fetching a capsule; she then tossed it.

Bra snagged the capsule when it was close enough. Flicking it towards the ground, it went "POOF" upon landing, revealing a white and black motorcycle. Why her mom had a bike capsule inside her lab jacket she didn't know and she was not going to bother asking.

Swinging a leg over the motorcycle, she straddled it and turned it on with a push of a button. Hearing its engine roar, Bra realized that the last time she rode a motorcycle was when she was fifteen. At that time, she was still having trouble learning how to fly, so she got more of a thrill of riding a motorbike. She loved the sound it made when going at maximum speed on the highway and the way it felt when her long hair waved like a silky cape in the air. However, flying, when mastered, shitted on anything motorized.

She hated that she was going to ride one again.

"Be careful sweetheart!"

"I'll try."

"And Bra."

"Yeah?"

"I lied. I'm not actually sure if the lube I used on your finger was opened or not."

Pursing her lips, she growled and took off.

Hearing her mom's rambunctious laughter blown in the wind, Bra tightened her grip on the handle, nearly breaking them. That-that ughhh!

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A large green fist hammered at his face, sending him rocketing into the ground, shattering it. The young teen gasped, spit and blood flying from his lips when two thick feet came crashing down onto his stomach, making his eyes whiten from the intense pain. Stepping back, the transformed pirate known as Bojack threw a leg back and hurled it forwards, punting the son of Goku backwards.

With herculean effort, Gohan managed to stop himself from colliding with another rock formation.

Breathing in and out deeply, Gohan eyed Bojack, who was wearing a confident smirk.

Right after the pirate disappeared into the ground, Gohan had immediately charged an energy blast that he planned to let loose at point-blank range, because he knew that Bojack would appear behind him to attack. He didn't want to drag the fight out because he knew if he did, he was giving his foe the chance to use his full power. Unfortunately, fate had other plans because when the Hera-seijin erupted from the earth soil, his appearance had changed and so had his power; the brighter green tyrant had no problem tanking the blast with his massive bare chest much to the half Saiyan's dismay. The tables had turned, but not completely. The battle was no longer one-sided, Gohan and Bojack now being on even grounds.

However, this obviously wasn't going to get him the results he wanted. He was going to have to use his full power in his current form. He might have control over that other form but he hated to use it since, for whatever reason, he got headaches the longer he remained in it. It wasn't like the extremely painful ones he had gotten during the fight with the Bio-Androids, but it still made him feel a bit sick. On top of that, he swore that at times he'd feel that familiar rage trying to break loose, but that couldn't be right...right? The whole dilemma with Bra and his dad had been the source of his anger, his loss of control and with that all resolved, he had absolutely no reason to feel that rage. It was almost as if he was angry just for the sake of it.

He had been fine at first, his spars with Bra helping him control his new power. But then one year ago, he started to feel sharp pains when he fought the Saiyan Princess whenever he transformed. He never told her, or anyone else for he feared they'd worry too much. So instead he chose to keep his problem to himself and even continued to use the form when Bra wanted to get serious; maybe it'd just go away by itself the more he used it…No such luck. It hasn't got better.

It had gotten worse.

So he desperately hoped that the space pirate didn't have any more tricks up his sleeves, or he'd have no choice but to transform and well, deal with the pain.

"Well boy let's stop playing around! Let's use our true power!" He said, grinning evilly. Clutching his fists, a green aura surrounded him.

Heh, well there goes my plan out the window. But I know he is lying. That's not his full power, which means I can still take him out without using all of mine.

Following his example, he tightened his fists and ignited his blazing yellow aura, scattering all the clouds around him.

The half Saiyan's eyes widened when he saw Bojack booming towards him at sound breaking speeds. Without a second thought, Gohan dropped down diagonally, his feet touching the earth before bouncing out of the space pirate's path. The terrain rocked when his enemy's large meaty fist ripping a massive crater into it. He screamed when he felt something slam against his spine, sending him spiraling downwards. Cracking the ground upon landing, instead of leaping from danger, the teenager waited for his foe's next move.

Placing one hand over the other, he raised them into the air, yelling "Masenko-HAAA!"

Bojack had already been rushing towards him when the half Saiyan released his blast and because he was moving much too fast, he had no choice but to either parry the attack or take it head on. He decided on the latter, letting the teenager's move crash into him, however that proved to be an error on his part because Gohan had somehow managed to come from behind, placing his palm firmly against his back.

Gohan was taken aback at Bojack's sudden after image, his second blast having gone through him like he had been a ghost. Though he had quickly sensed that he was behind him, the pirate's speed had increased to the point that he wasn't able to evade and stop his huge fist from striking his back.

His fists and feet rapidly crashed against his back, making his body curve forwards painfully. The pain becoming too much, the teenager managed to expel a powerful Kiai that pushed Bojack back. Whirling around, the teenager shot a golden ball of Ki, however, the pirate fazed through it, further frustrating the half Saiyan.

Darn it, where is he!? He thought, his eyes shifting back and forth, desperately trying to locate his foe.

He blinked and there was Bojack, giving him a shit-eating-grin. Grabbing him by his spiked hair harshly, he aimed his other palm directly at this face. His eyes rounded, the pirate's grin widening as his palm lit up with green energy; the heat coming from the illuminating ball of Ki started to burn his skin.

Gohan's cry blared loudly, slicing through the sky as he left a trail of smoke behind. He plummeted downwards, fissures forming upon slamming onto the ground, the air leaving his lungs from the rough landing.

Bojack laughed.

"Oh man, I don't know who trained you, but you can't fight for shit! Once I transformed, all your hits tickle me. Wait… I don't remember you touching me at all!"

Using his elbows as leverage, Gohan dwelled on what the Hera-seijin had said. Why was he having such a hard time fighting him? Yeah, he was powerful, but so was he and as of right now, they were even in strength yet he has barely scored a hit, one that could stun him long enough for him to deliver a critical blow that could hopefully turn things around to his favor.

"I mean come on boy, I'm at my maximum! You're not only wasting my power, but also wasting my time! Time that I could be using to locate the rest of those Dragon Balls!"

"Bullshit."

The Hera-seijin paused. "What?"

Gohan grinned as he stood up, knowing that he was going to do exactly what he said he wasn't going to do.

"I said I call bullshit." He repeated, igniting his aura again, blue bio-electricity spark, snap and crackling around his body. "You aren't using your full strength."

That's when Gohan had realized that he was trembling. In fact, now that he thought about it, he has been trembling during his entire fight with Bojack. Is this why I haven't been able to hurt him?

Bojack frowned, then he smirked. "You caught me! But why should I bother to waste it on you?"

"Because-" The teenager balled up his fists, his chest, arms, and leg muscle increasing in size along with his power. The tip of his spiked hair gained a deep blue hue as well as his aura. Finishing off the transformation, his sharp turquoise orbs changed into full blue. "Nor have I."

Gohan's appearance was similar to the one he had shown in his fight with Ivory Cell. As he made progress training with the Saiyan Princess, he found that the more he utilized his, how Bra had said his father had named, 'Unstable Super Saiyan 2' form, the more it became, well stable. Since it became stabilized, the negative traits disappeared and were replaced with positive ones; his crimson traits changing into blue proved that.

Gohan continued to shake. Why, he didn't know. Maybe it was because he hasn't fought a villain since Cell. Or maybe it was that this guy surpassed the Bio-Android vastly in strength.

Or maybe it was because he knew that his dad wouldn't be able to rescue him this time and possibly never.

Bojack didn't look fazed one bit; this didn't settle well with the half Saiyan and so didn't the sudden sharp pain that stung the back of his head, causing him a sense of vertigo.

"Alright then…" Hera-seijin whispered, the half Saiyan's sensitive ears easily hearing it. "Just don't disappoint me."

His muscles contracting, Bojack's thick body pulsated, the warm blood pumping within him turning as hot as fire; Gohan's trembling increased when his foe's power rose higher and higher, until it matched his.

You have got to be kidding me…

Gohan didn't even get a chance to scream. Bojack's sudden aerial clothesline knocked the wind out of him, the space pirate taking him for a ride until he rammed him into a leveled terrain. The Hera-seijin carried him far from the tournament, aiming to bury the half Saiyan right under the ground. Moments before the teenager connected with the earth, he broke from Bojack's deadly hold, twisted around him and delivered a bone-crushing right hook to his back. Throwing his left fist next, Bojack, who had quickly recovered, turned and caught his blow, however Gohan without hesitation raised his right knee, causing his foe to grunt; the teen's power had finally increased enough for his hits to do damage.

This put a smile on his face.

Throwing his hand back, Gohan hurled a ki charged punch to Bojack's left cheek, causing the stunned pirate's face to snap to the side and make red fluid fly from his mouth. He performed the same attack to his other cheek before giving him a roundhouse kick which sent him backwards, his face screwing up into a grimace when the teen fazed behind him and gave him a double axe hit.

Though he landed his hit, Bojack didn't flinch this time. Instead, he stopped his course towards the ground and while sideways, cupped his hands and let loose an energy blast which the half Saiyan had no problem blocking by crossing his arms. When Gohan dropped his arms, he saw a grinning space pirate rushing towards him, his large green elbow slamming into his face, nearly breaking it. His nose leaking blood profoundly, the tyrant continued his assault by grabbing one of his legs, flinging him into the air, fazing in front of him before giving him two hard punches to each of his ribs, following up with a cruel head-butt that caused his head to jerk back; he finished up his rush attack with a summersault boot to the head.

Just as Gohan crashed into the ground, he leaped up, only to see a huge orb of ki speeding towards him. The teen caught it and yelled, the heated ball of ki scorching his palms as he then launched his foot into it, sending it away from his person.

The half Saiyan hopped to and fro, side to side when Bojack hollered Trap Shooter, releasing numerous green orbs at him. Gohan leaped back, evading the green mighty fist coming at him, the impact it made upon connecting with the ground causing fissures which extended dozens of feet.

Retracting his fist from the terrain, he caught Gohan by his foot as he flew into the air, however before he could throw him across the sky, the half Saiyan used his loose foot to break free, Bojack's jaw throbbing from the attack; Gohan blasted into the air and the Hera-seijin tailed him.

Whirling around, Gohan sent a kick while he spun, but Bojack hurriedly countered it with a swing of his arm, using his large fist against his stomach, making him choke back a cough; a double axe attack sent him shooting to the ground.

Spinning vertically multiple times, Gohan bounced from the ground upon landing, heading straight towards his opponent, the fear that had almost paralyzed him now left behind and forgotten. Clashing with earthquaking force, they became mere spicks, leaving behind sonic booms with each time they collided. They appeared into view every so often, their knees and arms slamming against one another so brutally, that they both felt and heard their bones shake and creak.

"This is more like it!" Bojack laughed, ramming his fist into his foe's unguarded abdomen, making him groan. "I can feel the memories of the greatest battles coming back to me!"

Gohan fought off the next series of attacks the space tyrant threw at him, returning some of his own when the opportunity presented itself.

"However-" Bojack snagged him by the arm and swung him in circles, letting him go when he had picked up enough momentum.

When he impacted violently into the surface of the earth like a flaming comet would, Gohan gasped, his vocal core making wheezing sounds every time he sucked in a breath.

When the teenager's blond hair changed to black, Bojack facepalmed, shaking his head because he knew the fight was done. "You still weren't able to hurt me."

Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, the Hera-seijin smirked as he nodded his head, coming to some kind of decision. "You know what kid, you've earned my respect. You might have not given me the absolute best battle I longed for, but you at the very least gave me a wonderful workout!"

Gohan coughed.

"Because of that, I think I'll show you how much of a bullshitter I am."

Gohan's eyes shot open, the weariness he was feeling vanishing when he sensed Bojack's ki escalate slowly before it rose dramatically. Standing up, everything around his area shook, the half Saiyan taking a step back when he saw the tyrant's body shifting from green to ruby, his muscle mass swelling, thickening until it was twice its original size. His orange hair was now spiked upwards, his green iris and pupils completely gone and replaced with pure soulless yellow.

Gohan's paralyzing terror came back, nesting comfortably within the bowels of his stomach.

"This is my full power." The transformed Hera-seijin said, his voice deeper and raspier than it was before. He laughed when he saw his prey backtrack unintentionally.

"Don't worry, I'll make your death as painlessly as possible."

The half Saiyan obviously knew he was lying. Bojack was going to torture him and with Bra for some reason powerless and Vegeta off planet, there was nothing he could do to stop him.

As Bojack made his way towards him, his foot cracking the ground with every step he took, tears began to roll down Gohan's black orbs.

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Her ponytailed hair fluttered with the wind as the sound of a motorcycle roared loudly, kicking up dust and dirt as its wheels rolled against the ground. Bra rode over a leveled cliff, the motorbike's integrated hydraulics springing her upward and aiding her to leap the eroded terrain. She swerved left and right, avoiding tiny rock formations that would send her tumbling across the land, possibly breaking her neck since her damn ki had yet to retu-

Screeching into a stop, the Saiyan Princess's eyes widened as she swung her leg over the bike, removing herself from it.

"Whoah…" Bra whispered, shocked at the sudden rise in power she felt in the distance, towards the direction that led to her destination.

"It's Bojack…and his power…it's insane!" She said.

Wait…

"I can…I can feel ki again!" Bra shouted with delight. "Which means-" Squeezing her small hands, she began to push out her power. She pumped her fist with triumph when her Super Saiyan power came to the surface, blonde hair and all; then it was gone.

Bra frowned.

Bra growled.

Bra stomped her foot childishly, the frustration she was feeling causing her to act foolishly as, without a second thought, she hurled a small ki at her motorcycle, exploding it into pieces. This made her even angrier, so angry in fact that she started to throw a tantrum, flailing her arms in the air and stomping against the ground comically, her tail mimicking her actions.

"This is bullshit!" She yelled, continuing her embarrassing tantrum.

"Bullshit!" She balled up her hands, her ki unknowingly growing.

"Auurghhh! Fucking BULLSHIT!"

Bra tossed her head back and screamed, her body detonating with repressed power. Her forehead wrinkling with befuddling, she stared at each of her hands and saw that a golden glow had consumed her forearms. She then glanced down and saw that her legs glowed like her hands and arms, the glowing beginning at her foot and racing up to the balls of her knees.

She was using her Super Saiyan Fist technique.

Her happiness returned as she then ignited her golden aura, her scrunchie incinerating when her sea-green hair spiked into the air. Her turquoise eyes narrowing with determination, she bolted towards her destination once more.

She tried to fly, but for some reason, she couldn't, so she settle with running at super speed, leaping high into the air occasionally, in order to cover more ground.

With her recovered senses, she was able to lock on to all her friends. Krillin, Tien, Piccolo, and Videl seemed to be fine and she assumed that Eighteen was also, her not having a ki signature making it difficult to tell. Next, she felt a wild ki signature that strangely felt like Yamcha's. But that couldn't be right. This person's power well surpassed Piccolo's and possibly Eighteen's…

Moving on, she nearly tripped when she sensed Gohan's rapidly dropping ki. Oh damn, He's getting clobbered by Bojack! If I don't hurry up, he's going to die!

I'm coming Gohan…

With that thought in mind, Bra willed herself to go faster.

But even if she did make it in time, just what can a Saiyan who couldn't transform into a Super Saiyan do to the powerhouse that was Bojack?

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Krillin jumped, dodging a shadowy claw that attempted to shred him into pieces. Hearing a snarl from behind, the former monk dipped low, pivoted and swiped at the shadowy figure with a chop, cutting it into two. As expected, the dark shadow reformed itself into two separate beings; this made Krillin want to tear his hair off and he would have if he had any. Forming two balls of yellow ki within his palms, he hurled them at the creatures, turning them into ashes. He cried out in pain when another creature had caught him off guard with a rake to the chest, blood spewing from the three deep gashes as he then maneuvered to the left, planted his hand onto its back, killing it with a ki blast.

A sudden shrilling sound came from above Krillin, causing him too inadvertently look at the source of the noise. He mentally prepared himself to make a well-timed jump from the nose-diving winged creature the moment it was close enough, but to his horror, a second shadowy being had managed to coil itself around him like a snake would, preventing him from moving.

The former monk might have sighed with relief when he saw his blonde girlfriend drop from the sky and turn the winged creature into dust with a touch of her hand, but the serpent that had wrapped itself around him was making it extremely hard to breathe.

Just as he was about to pass out, Eighteen came down, pressed her thin hand onto the creature, incinerating it completely; Krillin gasped, greedily taking in as much oxygen as he could into his lungs.

"Thanks babe."

Eighteen rolled her eyes, but nevertheless smiled warmly, making Krillin's heart melt.

"Stick with me, so I can keep you safe." Krillin nodded with a smile, but then frowned when he understood the double meaning to her words.

Moving forwards, Eighteen started to blast close by enemies for a while, evading, blocking and countering attacks when needed.

"Krillin how's it-" The blonde's shoulders drooped as she watched her boyfriend heading in the opposite direction. "Going…Krillin, get your bald ass back here or else I won't bother to save you the next time you're in trouble!" She hollered, shaking her fist in the air.

"Sorry, I'll be right back! I just have to help Nam!" Krillin shouted back, increasing his pace.

"Nam? Who the hell is Nam…" Her jaded orbs rounded in realization upon seeing the down and out Indian looking man. "Oh…"

Krillin mentally slapped himself on his forehead, knowing that it was his fault that Nam was on the ground, unconscious and surrounded by those evil shadow creatures. He should have tried harder to convince the man that he just wasn't trained to handle threats such as these; knocking him out himself and taking him back to the city would have been a more preferable move, instead of letting him put his life on the line.

Clearing out the shadow beings that fenced Nam, he picked him up and raced back to Eighteen at breakneck speed.

Back at the wrecked tournament floor, Tien relentlessly fought off the red-eyed demons, Videl killing the weaker ones while her two blond friends huddled behind them, their teeth clattering and legs quivering with fear.

"Why are all of you still here and not safely escorted back to the city?" Tien asked, parry an attack with his arm before burning his foe into nothing.

Videl snorted. "Because they are idiots."

"Hey!" Her friends echoed at the same time. "We just wanted to help!" Sharpner finished.

Tien shook his head. "You included, Videl."

Videl's jaw dropped. "Hey! I can actually help because I can fight! They-" She pointed at the blonds. "Can't, so how can they be anything more than a distraction!?"

"Oh! We are here for emotional support!" Erasa said with a smile. "They say that when the ones you care for are in trouble, the sudden adrenaline that runs through your body multiples tenfolds!" She added, small pink hearts thumping in her eyes. Her eyes then became half-lidded when they landed onto Videl's round bottom.

She yelped when a slap upside her head cleared her lust filled mind.

"Do you want her to punch you in the throat?!" Sharpner whispered, pulling his friend behind him before she lost her mind and groped the black haired girl.

"I'm sorry Sharpie!" She whispered back, giggling nervously. "But come on, look at it! its-"

"Watch out!"

Videl leaped over the blonds, giving a demon an Eagle Kick which sent it towards Tien, who obliterating it with an energy ball.

Erasa froze when she felt Videl hug her from behind, her breath making the blonde shiver when she whispered in her ear. "Do not stare at me like that again…"

"B-but how did you know I even was?"

Videl pulled away, spun her friend around and glared at her, giving Erasa a sense of uneasiness. She then slapped the blonde upside the head before angrily stomping her way back to Tien, joining him in fighting with the never-ending hoard.

"Sharpie…did you just see that?!" Erasa asked, nursing the back of her throbbing head.

Sharpner shrugged. "Yeah, it was a friendly hug followed by a friendly scolding from your hot friend." With that said, he headed back to his friends for protection.

"Videl! Does this mean I have a chance with you!?" Without looking back, Videl gave her the finger. "But why though?!"

Not getting a response, Erasa frowned. "Bitch…"

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Piccolo growled as he aggressively punched and blasted all kinds of energy attacks at the barrier that Bujin had created as a means to protect himself from harm; after all, if he was killed, the swarm of demons he was releasing would go along with him.

"Just give it up Namekian, you can't penetrate my barrier!" Bujin laughed, his legs crossed while he floating in midair. "I might not be as strong as the others, but my magic makes up for my lack of strength!"

But Piccolo was relentless, continuously blasting Masenkos, Special Beam Cannons, Light Grenades, his entire damn arsenal of ki based attacks, but to no avail. Cutting off his attacks, the Namek lowered himself to the ground, breathing deeply as he glared at the midget sized Hera-seijin. That was stupid of me. I guess I had been hoping that if I could break his damn shield, the others could have a chance to kill him. Now I'm of no help…

Seeing that the Namekian was weakened, he began to charge up an energy blast with one hand, as his other was occupied controlling the swarm of shadow demons. Once charged, he fired at Piccolo, the Namek crossing his arms in a fruitless attempt to defend himself.

"Power Blitz!"

A pink ki ball rushed past Piccolo, colliding with Bujin's, sending it away, saving the Namek from harm.

Facing the Android, he saw that she was smirking, obviously pleased with herself.

"Merely returning the favor!" She chirped happily, her face turning serious when she locked eyes with the Hera-seijin, who was anything but pleased with her save.

"Where is Krillin? I thought I saw him tagging along with you."

Eighteen shrugged. "Eh, he chose to go and help the others, saying that he was capable of protecting himself. I made sure to tell him as he walked off that I wasn't going to save his ass again."

"Anyways, what's the problem here? Why haven't you taken this little prick out? He's the one that's making those shadow monsters back there isn't he?"

"Believe me, I've tried. He has this barrier that appears to be unbreakable." He answered. "I've used all of my energy trying to break through it, but I just couldn't."

Eighteen grinned. "Well leave it to me, miss limitless ki!" She said, lighting her hands up.

The blonde cut off her attack when Piccolo shook his head. "It won't work. We need more power. We're almost at even ground in terms of power, so if I couldn't, nor can you."

"Hellloo?! Remember what I just said? Miss limitless ki here!?" She said, pointing at herself.

"Eighteen, that doesn't mean that you can't get tired. You do know that you're a human with cybernetic implants, right?"

"Don't be ridiculous! You don't know how my body works green man!" Eighteen shouted, her fists tightening. "If you could see my performance in bed with Krillin, you'd know that I could go on forever! In fact, this one time-"

"Eighteen, I do not want to hear about how long you can last copulating with Krillin!"

"Hey, I was only giving you an example!"

"I am not entertaining you any longer. Let's try to think of another way to break his barrier."

The blonde snorted and extended her hands, shooting machinegun-like shots of ki at Bujin's green dome.

"Eighteen, this will never work-"

That's when a bone-chilling wolfish howl thundered across the sky, making everyone freeze.

A/N: Gohan shined here, but the next chapter is all Yamcha DMC action. After that, there are three chapters left for this saga and Bra will be in them.

The Buu Saga, since it is the last, I'll probably try to focus more on Bra since ya know, Buu is why she ran from her timeline; there ain't gonna be any more running there...she's going to have to face the pink demon once more... and hopefully for the last time.

Anyways, thanks for reading!

Later!

(Posted: 9/23/18)

~Gater~