Chapter Twenty-Three

Author's Note: Please note that this chapter, along with a bit of the next one, will be a tad bit darker than rest of the story so far. This will show Raditz at possibly his most depraved and least forgiving, as he knows what the Red Ribbon Army can do and longs to stop it. There will be a lot of brutally gruesome fight scenes and deaths this chapter as Raditz struggles to control his rage-induced bloodlust, as if the beast within him has been released… but hey, this story is rated M, what else were you expecting? Enough of this, let's get on with the story shall we?

The double doors of the towering, red military headquarters that was Muscle Tower shot open, a figure slowly entering the militarial palace before him. Raditz said not a single word as he finally managed to enter the next stage in his everlasting war against the Red Ribbon Army… the infiltration of their Jingle Village situated base.

The emotionless frown on the Saiyan's face seemed to wage on for what seemed to be forever as the warrior looked his own body up and down, clearly stunned at what it was that awaited him. His entire armor… from the lime green stained glass scouter all the way down to the armored boots and every single layer of fabric in between –it was all drenched in the same crimson colored… thick yet somewhat sticky liquid that he deemed himself oh so familiar with already –the makings of man, blood.

Raditz shook his head in disbelief, slowly rubbing a gloved hand through the ocean of blood that had splattered itself all over his Saiyan Armor, collecting as much of the gooey red substance as he could between the gaps of his fingers, watching as it slowly oozed from finger to finger. Moving his hand all about as he basically proceeded to examine the spilt blood flowing through his fingers, Raditz felt a bit of sigh escape his throat at the sight.

I-It had all happened much too fast for him to even fully begin to comprehend what had taken place just minutes earlier. All was going good… exactly according to the plan he had brainstormed. Suno, her mother… all of the village's people whom had been fortunate enough to survive being taken on as hostages of the Red Ribbon Army had all been freed. But still, he… he had ended someone's life then and there for the whole lot of them to witness first hand, he'd snapped the terrified man's neck perfectly in two with just the lift of his thumb, right in the soldier's midsentence in front of children –each and everybody in the presence having been forced to endure through the stomach-turning sound of pure bones being forcefully broken apart with just sheer force and were more than likely traumatized for the remainder of their lives by the cold-blooded murder.

He had thought himself to be over control of his traumatizing rage… he had even endured his rage and kept his cool when he had seen just what had happened to a majority of the villagers. It was like the Oozaru form was returning back to haunt him for another time, yet without the brutal transformed state. If it hadn't been for that single sly remark by… Clyde was it? If it hadn't been for Clyde's taunting remark once the deed had been completed, he could have walked away with his life still. The Red Ribbon Army had brought whatever happened to themselves, solely because of their inhumane actions… but still, they were still somewhat Human beings, with families and all –right? No… not anymore. Each and every strand of humanity that they could have possibly had left in their lifeline had been stripped cleanly from their soul as soon as they had even enlisted into the army and began taking orders from the big man himself. The Red Ribbon Army killed tons of people just for their own excitement and plotted enslavement upon all of mankind… they were no better than Frieza to say the least. They deserved exactly what it was that they had coming then… no matter the severity of said action. This was his mission now… to rid the world and its people of such a terrible group, no matter the cost or how much blood was spewed upon his fists by the finale of such a task.

While the mighty, bricked fortress that was Muscle Tower did not look all that impressive from the outside where it rested in a field of snow, the interior of the Red Ribbon Army's organizational center of operations was much more than enough to make up for that simple fault on their part. For something that had originally appeared to be quite compacted and condensed from the exterior, the inside of said tower was nothing like one would have come to the conclusion of by only viewing its external structure. Actually, it had shown this by showcasing its capability of being more than enough to store dozens, if not hundreds, of heavy automobiles and devastatingly menacing weapons, as well as having more than enough space remaining to house a few dozen or so of the organization's situated soldiers on just the lowest floor of it.

Entering the building, Raditz's onyx colored eyes immediately caught sight of what it was that they were intended on. Before him, Raditz glanced over the horizon of the room to find that he was staring at any and all of the vehicles and destructive means of automobiles that the base held all to to the use of its occupants. How the Red Ribbon Army had managed to keep such hardware contained from the naked eye of the village's public and off of the radar of the authorities bewildered even Raditz. Solely because of the sheer number of weaponry-installed means of transportation that the base had to offer to the Red Ribbon Army, including speedy aircrafts and jets alike, military-used cars and trunks, jeeps, heavily armored and armed battle tanks, and even the sturdiest of snowmobiles that money could buy, the Red Ribbon Army was beginning to look as if they were just as rich and had just the intellect as the Brief family themselves had at their own disposal. If he was not mistaken and judging by all of automobiles that he found himself staring stoically at, Raditz managed to come to the conclusion that the bottom floor of the notorious Muscle Tower served as nothing more than a type of garage or storing chamber for the forever criminal organization that he found himself taking on.

Hopefully, nobody there would be too disappointed if he elected to take a bit of his bloodlust and frustration out on each and every single one of their little contraptions there… just to be on the safe side of things. It wasn't like that they would actually need any of those things anymore in just a few more short minutes, they more than likely would not be even causing the slightest strand of trouble after Raditz was done doing what it was that he had planned to the likes of them.

A sinister grin faded into existence upon Raditz's face as the Saiyan mockingly snickered at what it was that he found himself fully ready and capable of doing. Raditz's eyes remained completely open, the grin pasted upon his face making it seem as if he had lost all ounces of forgiveness and sanity that he had invested in him.

"I highly doubt that anybody here is going to have a need for any of this after I'm through with this place," The Saiyan coldly exclaimed, consciously raising a muscular arm out to the side, extending it as far as he could bring himself to do as he slowly opened up his closed fist. Raditz's open palm stood out proudly, tightly snugged into the leathery, fabric glove that capped off his Battle Armor and aimed directly at the closest row of mechanical transportation that he could reach. While there was absolutely no doubt in the martial artist's mind that these pathetic excuse for 'superweapons of mass destruction' would do very little… if any at all, damage and harm whatsoever to him, he could not bring himself to not rid the world of anything and everything associated with the Red Ribbon Army.

There was also the small chance that each and every single one of these weapons of war could and would be used against innocent civilians who would have no protection at all if he somehow happened to fail at his quest. In a completely successful attempt to obliterate as many of the criminal created automobiles as he possibly could with just a single burst of energy, the Saiyan began to slowly charge up a small sphere of pure energy in his ki engulfed palm. Another second later, a slight buzzing sound beamed throughout the room as the fully charged, small blast packed with nothing but Raditz's inner ki was swiftly and unregrettably unleashed from the palm of the tailed being's hand. Before anyone in the entire building could even begin to comprehend what it was that the source of the mysterious sound happened to be, the Saiyan's grin seemed to lighten up more and more as the satisfied warrior's burst of energy finally managed to make its mark as best as it could –instantly causing an explosion fully capable of shaking the entire planet to emit from out of nowhere as nearly a hundred different vehicles were effortlessly destroyed in the blink of an eye –set ablaze with just the flick of a wrist.

"Now to claim what is it that I've come searching for," The Saiyan exclaimed, feeling the purple cloak of flames surrounding him die down a bit, Raditz slowly approaching a nearby flight of stairs in hope of finally securing the Dragon Ball that he had assigned himself to target without much of a problem from any of the local Red Ribbon Army soldiers. When would these guys finally learn their lesson he wondered… already he had managed to best even the most powerful of warriors and mercenaries that whoever it was behind the world-know army had at his disposal and just so happened to send his way –Mercenary Tao, gigantic (and egotistic) brutes, and hundreds of specially trained soldiers… what difference would an extra dozen men or so make to him, the World Champion? They might have said highly and specially trained soldiers, Raditz said nothing more than a couple of extra training dummies with brains. Eventually they, just as all of their fellow comrades in crime, would fall to their completely necessary permanent defeat by the hands of one of the last remaining members of the Saiyan race.

Out of the blue, an incredibly deep, yet somewhat thundering and fear stricken voice decided to come to life within the completely demolished room, clouding over the aftermath noises and fire alarm sirens that had resulted from Raditz's sudden decision. Hearing the voice, the long haired martial artist's fantasization and daydreams were put to an immediate end, the voice seemingly managed to perfectly echo over the dynamic, explosive alarms and booming sounds in the background of the garage brought upon primarily due to the Saiyan's earlier actions against the Red Ribbon Army and their machinery. Glancing up, Raditz's chilled, onyx mocking orbs caught sight of what he made out to be a sort of speaker of some kind, which seemed to be delivering the dialogue.

Mentally slapping himself for not bothering to destroy the device to save himself the time that was being wasted by whoever was speaking directly and villainously to him –actually doing nothing more than wasting what would be some of their final words –the bellowing voice, more than likely belonging to a furious member of some kind of the newly alarmed criminal organization who deemed himself capable of speaking his opinions, harshly began to roar through the speaker, saying, "Hello… young man." The voice seemed to speak quite calmly and self-assured, yet just as threatening… following each of his words with a slight amount of impassive snickering, leaving Raditz to cautiously throw his most perfected defensive stance up, not much of a fan of the idea of being caught slacking and having an entire group of ambushing threats storm into his vicinity and catch him completely off-guard. While the man's voice seemed cold and unfazed in the smallest way, any and all threatening feelings that he hoped to deliver to the man that dared to harm the Red Ribbon Army was immediately vanquished due to the fact that Raditz knew for sure that he was easily leagues ahead of whoever was speaking in terms of pure strength and anything associated with him. "My, my… according to my research, it seems that you have certainly been quite the nuisance to my organization lately… haven't you brat? We've lost a good chuck of our men to you in just the past week… three, four dozen is a reasonable estimate for our casualties don't you think? And now… you've come after the prized Dragon Ball that my boss needs oh so much," The voice sternly and stoically continued, his words not even managing to spark a single ounce of fear within the heroic World Martial Arts Champion's bloodline, instead prompting the young Saiyan Warrior to irritably roll his eyes in both boredom and pure annoyance, mainly over the fact that he was fully aware of what it was that he had been doing and to put things lightly… he was clearly being told the obvious.

"Is that really so? You know, with all the fighting and stuff I've been doing against your men, I haven't really taken the time to take any notice of it at all… and just for the clarification… 38, that's the number of casualties on just my part." The raven black colored hair alien sarcastically responded, still not even attempting to take whoever it was he was speaking to as seriously as the unnamed man would have hoped.

Barely able to keep a perfectly straight face as he spoke, Raditz was having an intense showdown as his instincts only slightly managed to contain the hysterical, deep laughter that was basically pleading himself to burst into solely by the bloodlust and thrill that he was feeling. No matter what this man on the other side of the speaker was and would say to him, there was escaping the fact that he was nothing more than another of his future targets that would be dealt with by yours truly in just a few short minutes. In all honesty, no –he had not actually been much of a nuisance to the Red Ribbon Army and all of their villainous plots and affiliates –he had been much more than that, the most ignorant, most annoying threat and pain in the ass that the organization could even ask and think of dealing solely with for the last couple of days in which they had invoked the most powerful warrior on the face of the entire planet. No matter what it was that they had hoped to throw his way in hopes of ridding the realm of living of his oh so valuable life, the tailed being from Planet Vegeta had always managed to find a way to come out victorious in the very end, no matter who happened to be his opponent or whoever dared to stand in his path. Just the mere thought of the clearly obvious outcome of the nearly weeklong, one-sided excuse for an actual war was more than enough than was needed to result in a slight grin spreading across the martial artist's face in satisfaction.

"…With many, many more to come in just a little while longer. But never mind that, come on, tell me who exactly it is that I'm talking to. I'd like to know whose life it is that I intend on slowly taking away if you don't mind." The Saiyan harshly, yet thrillingly, questioned the unrevealed speaker, longing to know who it was that had been unfortunate enough to get a place of their own on his bad side. To be completely, one-hundred percent honest with himself, just the mere thought of what he would do to make him think that death was much too kind for him… that his death was actually mercy for the punishment that he could have received –yet deep within, Raditz had no idea whatsoever over how this sudden bloodlust had come over him… but that did not mean that he wasn't slightly aroused by such a primitive feeling.

"You are talking to the highest-ranking soldier in this entire tower, second to nobody but the big man himself! General White, pleased to make your acquaintance," The voice let out in the same Russian accent that it had been using throughout the entire conversation, fully revealing his identity to the Saiyan Warrior that seemed to be oh so keen on stripping away the dream that he called his life. Raditz's blood began to course through his vein in vigorous excitement, mainly due to the fact that although he could not even see his opponent, he could easily find himself to sense both the bitterness and thrill that combined to create the man's venomous exclamation as he was spoken to. Through the threats and greetings, it seemed that whoever this General White guy actually happened to be, it appeared as if he had a fully alleged vendetta towards the young Saiyan and that he longed to be the one to put a stop to the warrior's intended plans no matter the cost and leading off of that… be the one to deliver the killing blow to Raditz sooner or later. "I advise that you remember my voice you cocky child… for it will be the very last one that you hear before you are stripped of the worthless life you have before my very eyes. I've seen all that you are able to do by that little fiasco you put yourself through a few minutes ago and rest assured… I will not underestimate your strength like my idiotic men have done. It will be I who finish you off, but only after you've suffered as much as you possibly can." The highly ranked Red Ribbon soldier harshly snickered, a fair bit of spite spewing out in the voice of his voice. Never before had any who had the courage to come to this tower advanced past the third floor before they were either killed or begging for death and this child was no more different than the lot of them. There was no chance at all that this brat stood a chance at all of proclaiming the mystical orb that he had come all this way for –all that he would achieve for his stubbornness would be a cruel death.

"Well then… hopefully, not a single soul is going to miss you when you're gone," Raditz snickered through a devious smirk, unleashing yet another crucial threatening statement onto the general of the Muscle Tower base he'd taken to storm and liberate. Normally, the tailed battler would not base his personality on being so willing to end another Earthl… err, inhabitant of Earth's life –but these last couple of days had somehow managed to change that perspective on certain… individuals. These murderous, specially trained ruffians that were the workmen of the Red Ribbon Army were absolutely terrible excuses for human beings –every last one of them lived for the thrill of authority, corrupt power, and mistreatment of those who were not a part of their ranks. Every single individual who'd taken to become an involved part of this dreadful organization in any sort of way whatsoever was no longer an innocent person, regardless of their past lives and ambitions –the blood of thousands, if not millions, of innocent Human beings was now permanently stained upon the palms of their hands. In his opinion, they'd all cashed in their 'humanity' in exchange for the pathetic 'power' that the criminal organization possessed. Planet Earth would definitely be a much better place if all who'd involved themselves with the Red Ribbon Army were wiped from its surface… by him personally. "I suggest that you call up whoever this doctor of yours is, because by the time I'm through with you, you're definitely going to need one," Raditz grumbled, a fanged smirk poking from the Saiyan's mouth as he confidently walked up the flight of stairs that awaited his presence –fully intent on seeing just what the Red Ribbon Army had prepared for his arrival.

General White felt a growl force itself out of his throat as he kept his eyes glued upon the screen of his command center, his attention focused entirely on the long-haired intruder that had dared to trespass upon unauthorized property belonging to the Red Ribbon Army. The brat… he was honestly something else, a true force to be reckoned with! He had already proven himself a mighty warrior and formidable adversary of the Red Ribbon Army –entire platoons of foot soldiers and grunts having been defeated by just his own strength and display of skill. But he had made a fatal mistake now… he had entered his section –the General White sector!

"D-Did you see what the boy has just done?" Another individual, a long-faced man dressed in a purple ninja uniform armed with a sheathed sword of his own, commented on the display that he had witnessed just seconds earlier. "With just a single burst of power, he managed to obliterate every last one of our vehicles! I could feel the entire tower shaking as he did it –he's no normal child. How could he even be this strong?" The ninja warrior continued, a chill being sent down his spine as the fighter present upon the screen of General White's command center let off a sinister smirk before pointing an open palm towards the camera that had been recording each action he did –a sphere of strange, golden light flooding the boy's hand before another explosion ruptured through the building, the screen going blank as the camera (and maybe even an entire wall) was destroyed by the boy in just another amazing display of blinding light.

"Originally I thought it was just a rumor… that Tao had actually been defeated and murdered by a mere child, Murasaki," General White exclaimed as his arms lied lazily crossed against his chest –his eyes still glued to the blank monitor before him. The highly ranked member of the Red Ribbon Army forced himself to swallow a lump as his fists clenched to his side at the revelation before him… this long haired brat was actually a formidable foe to himself, the Red Ribbon Army, and their cause. Even he, with all of his strength and rank as one of the strongest brawlers in the entire organization, knew better than to get on the bad side of Mercenary Tao… but the child, he had managed to best the assassin in battle! "But now, I think that I am beginning to understand just how he was able to overpower so many of our forces and even our greatest soldier… Mercenary Tao, himself."

"H-He was the one who beat Tao?" Ninja Murasaki spat out in utter shock at the discovery. Sure, he had heard that the assassin-for-hire had been defeated and killed in battle against one of his targets… the entire organization was blabbing about it –creating their own rumors towards the culprit of such an act and all –but he would never have guessed that it was a mere child who had done the act himself! To beat someone like Tao, who even the fearless Commander himself feared? It was absolutely unbelievable –and now, Tao's murderer was in the same tower as he was in? How would they be able to stop him if he managed to make it all the way up? "A-Are you sure, General White?" Murasaki choked up through slight fear at the statement he had heard –hoping to seek confirmation that his ears had merely been playing tricks on him.

"I am fully certain that Mercenary Tao's killer walks amongst us, Murasaki," The General confirmed, biting his tongue as he spoke –more so to himself than to his second-highest and most powerful soldier. If such a lad had managed to stand up to and best Tao in battle –what chance would he and the remainder of his forces have at protecting the Dragon Ball from the hand of their enemy? There was still a chance however though… he still placed his faith in the hands of two individuals –his undefeated sergeant, Ninja Murasaki, and the twisted scientist, Doctor Gero. If anyone was able to stop a designated threat from reaching the top floor of his Muscle Tower, it would be them. "You don't think that he can make it all the way up here, do you?" General White added in, after a bit of hesitation on his part.

"Not even in a million years, sir! Even if he was the one to defeat Tao, nobody has ever made it past the third floor of this tower! Even so, if he does manage to make it past the third floor guard –the boy still has to deal with both me and the doctor, along with his little creations –and you and I both know that it has been quite a while since the blood of an enemy has graced my blade," The blade-wielding ninja immediately responded with a hidden tone of uncertainty riddled throughout his voice, unsheathing his notorious shortened katana, Sasanishiki, to show off the beauty that his go-to weapon adorned. There was no way that the tower's invader would be able to do what dozens had failed to in scaling all six floors of the Muscle Tower –even with the strength that he possessed, just the insane amount of henchmen and forces that the tower housed was way too much for just a single being! And then, on the fourth and fifth floors of the tower –two of the most dangerous adversaries of the entire army awaited the arrival of a challenger… he, on the fourth, and Doctor Gero and the emotionless, destructive creations that he had built, on the fifth floor. "Do you want me to alert the dear doctor of our incoming visitor, sir? We wouldn't want him to be left clueless on the action, wouldn't we? He should have enough time to activate his creations and program them to be ready for the child, if he somehow manages to conjure up a miracle and best me in the art of combat."

"I guess that'll take care of this issue then," The head of Muscle Tower exclaimed as he turned to face his subordinate for the final time. Hopefully, all would go according to plan and Doctor Gero and his brilliance would carve the pathway needed to deal with such a mighty opponent as this Raditz fellow was –after all, they hadn't just enlisted the maniacal mastermind and donated millions to him just to have his creations and blueprints blow up in his face. With the Cybernetic Soldier project that the brilliant-minded doctor had devoted himself to creating for the sake of the entire army nearly complete, nobody on the face of the planet –not even this formidable yet foolish brat –would be able to stand up to the might of the Red Ribbon Army! "Now Sergeant-Major, go and prepare yourself for battle… and on your way down to your floor, stop by Gero's laboratory and alert him of our guest." The sweater-donned general alerted his underling before turning towards the communication device of his command center, deciding to at least alert his lower-ranked soldiers of the threat that was on its way to strip their lives away from them –hopefully they could at least tire the young man out in the slightest bit enough for Murasaki to deal the killing strike and finally rid the organization of such a nuisance.

This day… it would be one that forever earned its spot in the history books.

His coal black eyes filled with determination and unremorseful intent. His armor was left stained in the dried blood of the very first of his victims for the day. Climbing the first flight of stairs provided for his use, Raditz felt his heart thrillingly race at speeds rivaling that of his very own flying speed as he finally reached the second floor of the Muscle Tower. Whatever it was that awaited his presence upon this floor would be the very first of the challenges that the towering military base had to offer him in exchange for the slight hope of protection, and while a plan was something that would serve him good at the time –the young Saiyan was having nothing to do with that… his primal instincts; his inner demons were basically imprinting just one sole thought upon his mind:

*'QÓPP… QÓPP GSÍN ÊPP! MÚG E HÓMTPÍ LÍJHÛM WIHÍJFÍH GÚ ZI PÍLG EPOFÍ, MÚG ÉVGÍJ DSÉG CUA'FI HIIN WU! CUA HÊD SÛD RÂHG E HÓMTPÍ TJĀMG SĀJG [SUNO] DÓGSUAG E HPITSG SÓMG ÚV JINÛJHÍ ÚM SÓH VEYÍ! DSÉG ÓV GSÍC WU GSÍ H_NÍ GU [KRILLIN]…? [YAMCHA]…? UAR [BULMA]…? DSÉG NEQÍH GSIHI LÉGSÍGÓY SANÉMH EMC ZÍGGÍJ GSÉM GSÉG ZEHGÉJW [FRIEZA]?!'*/'KILL… KILL THEM ALL! NOT A SINGLE PERSON DESERVES TO BE LEFT ALIVE, NOT AFTER WHAT YOU'VE SEEN THEM DO! YOU SAW HOW JUST A SINGLE GRUNT HURT SUNO WITHOUT A SLIGHT HINT OF REMORSE ON HIS FACE! WHAT IF THEY DO THE SAME TO KRILLIN…? YAMCHA…? OUR BULMA…? WHAT MAKES THESE PATHETIC HUMANS ANY BETTER THAN THAT BASTARD FRIEZA?!'

Raditz primitively bit his lips as he brought a finger to the scouter that rested on his eye, taking stock of his surroundings. The Saiyan felt a smirk tug at his face as his advanced technology made note of just where everything in the room was to him, his tongue unconsciously tending to and licking the blood caused on his lip due to his earlier bite. From what he could process, there stood only four vict… targets for him to take out, every last one of them armed –but still no match for him in the slightest. Not even their combined power level added up to that of one-fifth of his own!

Just as Raditz deemed himself ready to pounce out and attack the four mercenaries, the voice that he had grown to plain-out hate in just under five minutes flooded the room through the usage of his speakers. As the general began to speak to his cronies, the Saiyan couldn't help but think of just how much he would enjoy slowly ripping out every last one of White's vocal cords one by one when he finally caught ahold of him –a man could definitely dream, couldn't he?

"Soldiers, do you all hear me?" White began, his voice thundering through the speakers as Raditz stood hidden from the crowd of henchmen, whose punishment had only been temporarily postponed by just a few extra seconds.

"Yeah, General White… we're here," A soldier called out as he continued to spare passing glances to his hand of cards, carrying on with the game of Spades that he and his three comrades had started up and was hoping on finishing before the end of their shift. "What's come up sir, are we needed for a job of some sort?"

"You could say I'm reporting in on you guys for something like that," General White answered, his voice laced with subliminal fear that he hoped to hide from his subordinates to keep his rank and respect secured… Raditz could almost literally smell every last ounce of it oozing from his tone of voice. "It seems as if we have ourselves a little bit of an unwanted visitor lurking the halls of our base. Be sure to keep a lookout and if things go sour, exterminate our little vermin,"

"Alrighty then… I've been waiting all morning for a bit of action to come up," Another soldier, this one a tall and husky African American wearing a blue long-sleeved, wool sweater, snickered as he cracked his knuckles in anticipation at the chance of a little action coming up after a morning filled with nothing but card games and bets on the outcomes of the day's sport games. "It's been a little while since I've wasted somebody and that sounds like a lot more… fun thing to do then continue to take these chumps' money in Spades." The man grumbled with a sinister chuckle, rolling up his sleeves for the battle that was to come.

'How cute,' Raditz thought from the sidelines, his power fluctuating in sheer excitement and crazed thrill at the mention of a good warm-up, merely nothing more than a one-sided match whose odds fell in his favor. Upon the face of each of the four men stood a grin filled with complete and utter confidence in their skills –but they were nowhere near aware of the power of he that they would be facing… had they known, they probably would have pissed their pants and been scurrying away from this tower as quick as they possibly could. 'They actually think that they stand some kind of chance against me." The Saiyan chuckled as his aura sparked around his body, his power wildly letting loose in zeal at the excitement and lust of a battle going down.

"Keep an eye out for our little visitor," The blonde of the group, who according to his assertive tone and the fact that his comrades were listening attentively to him without interruption, Raditz assumed was the leader of this group of henchmen, commanded his fellow soldiers –his hand reaching for and seizing the bladed pocket knife that stood in the fabric separating his red suspenders and wooly brown sweater. With the twirl of the blade, the man added on with an uneasy grin, "Wouldn't want to leave our guest to himself would we…? I'm no city folk, but that would make us the absolute worst of people… if we didn't give a warm, old-fashioned welcome to our little friend."

Raditz couldn't help but let off a toothy, psychotic grin at the sound of that –his victims were now ready for him to make his appearance… and that request was one that he could definitely grant them, after the wait he had made them take part in. With that, the Saiyan let out a fierce growl as he sprung from his camping spot –his attention fully focused on taking out every last member of the Red Ribbon Army present in the room before either one of them could even begin to comprehend what was going down.

A blaze of purple colored ki ignited in Raditz's right hand as he charged closer towards his targets, coal black stones for eyes honing in on the very first of the Saiyan's practice targets. With nearly perfect proficiency, an intensely powerful sphere of ki soared through the air like a comet hurling towards the sun, Raditz's burst of energy struck the leader of the group of mercenaries head-on –melting apart skin cells on the man's face. There was no time at all for screaming, nor for any sort of reaction to the immediate pain –as soon as the destructive wave of ki had struck its target, a small explosion finished off the job Raditz had taken on, graphically bursting apart the entirety of the man's skull and taking away the life of yet another member of the Red Ribbon Army with it.

'Yeah… I'm feeling very welcomed,' Raditz thought to himself as his purge upon the Red Ribbon Army carried on, said Saiyan taking the split second given to him by the sudden shock of the comrades seeing their allies head burst into a gory explosion of brain matter and charred skin to charge towards the very next of his targets. As he charged, Raditz's arm flung back, harnessing as much strength as would be needed to punch cleanly through a man's gut –the very exact thing that Raditz did to the next of his meatbag victims whom he had targeted.

General White watched on his resentful horror as one-by-one his soldiers –his specially trained military force –were taken out by just a single being. How was such a thing even possible? A person like this Raditz kid shouldn't have even existed! His strength was not the only thing that seemed to be otherworldly either… his speed was unlike anything the military leader had ever seen –even during his time fighting in the war alongside those he'd once believed to be the most hardened and trained men upon the face of the planet! As of now, that title was gifted to the child who was slaughtering one soldier after another. Each movement the boy made seemed to be perfectly thought out and even more perfectly executed –and the speed that he moved at, even though his base had been fitted with the best quality cameras that money could possibly buy; the child seemed to leave behind an everlasting blur with each step he took.

"G-General White, sir…" Murasaki coughed up through intense fear and utter shock at just what he was witnessing upon the monitor before him. His fellow soldiers… his brethren-in-arms, they were being absolutely massacred out there all alone! If he hadn't been witnessing it firsthand, he never would have believed just how badly the men that he had helped train for years were being humiliated! It was like an action movie that favored the sole protagonist over the enemy group. "Just look at how brutally, yet efficiently, he dealt with Private Hernandez… I could barely even keep up with his movements!" The ninja continued, keeping his eyes peeled onto the screen before him. Suddenly, he had some sort of second thoughts towards facing off against such an opponent. Was this… was this fear?

"Murasaki, prepare yourself for combat," General White instructed, eyes glued on the screen as the carnage carried on before his eyes. Dammit… was this actually how the Red Ribbon Army was actually going to go out? The most notorious and powerful military organization in the last century, going out to a single child? There was still hope however –hope in the Cybernetic Soldier Project. Hopefully, Doctor Gero could actually pull this off for the sake of the entire organization –or he wasn't even sure if he would even live to see another day.

"D-Dammit," A weakly sounding voice coughed out through pain as his eyes widened, watching as the ruthless monster that had easily done away with all three of his comrades slowly closed in on him. Even 'Big Ben', the powerhouse of their little posse, had stood little to no match against this kid! "C-Come on m-man… I'll give you the passcodes to the general's personal safe… spy on the entire or-organization for ya! A-Anything you n-need me to do… j-just please spare me!" The man pleaded, the coldness of death literally just mere inches away from him.

"What I need is to get rid of anything and everything associated with the Red Ribbon Army," The cold voice of his comrades' killer responded back in 'believe it or not' nearly uncontained glee, almost as if he was honestly enjoying committing to the plans he'd made for himself. Man, he had thought that Doctor Gero was one cold bastard… but this guy! Shit, if he had the abilities he did… even he would act all highly and everything though. "And 'reality check', you just so happen to fall into that category." The voice mumbled, a mouth of fanged teeth slipping into a smirk from the corner of the long-haired man's salivating mouth –and he suddenly felt himself swallowing a lump as the sound of the god's boots stepping down upon the ground (and inevitable death) grew even closer.

The gravely injured soldier clenched both his teeth and fists as Raditz's words escaped –both due to loss of hope that he would make it alive and intense pain at the graphic injuries he had already sustained on account of his Saiyan foe. He wasn't a doctor or anything, but even he could tell that a bone had been fractured in his leg simply from the blood uncontrollably leaking from the entire table that he and the guys had simply been playing a friendly game of Poker on before all of this had happened being blown to pieces by some strange ball of light, nearly taking his entire leg out with it. Gnawing down on his teeth in hopes of suppressing the feeling of pain he was experiencing, a sparkle of hope rekindled as his eyes caught sight of an object of interest: Big Ben's .44 Remington Magnum Revolver.

The man slowly crept towards the firearm that had been concealed under the protection of the cold, lifeless body of its owner, said person's entire head bent at a fifty-five degree angle in accordance to his neck –brutally snapped by the same long-haired bastard who intended to do away with him at any second now. If you knew of Big Ben, then you knew of the reputation that this gun had made for itself –a mighty firearm that you knew would get the job down as soon as its owner's right hand reached for it from the safety of its holster. If he managed to connect just a single bullet or two of these to this guy's chest, he was sure as could be that he'd be the one walking out of this thing alive! It was so close, he just had to reach for it… reach!

The unforgiving, carefree smirk that Raditz had exhibited throughout the entirety of the massacre taking place still managed to remain completely glued to the Saiyan's face as he watched the next of his victims reach for the revolver, thinking himself completely unnoticeable; when it reality, Raditz himself had noticed the weapon far before he had done so. Was he honestly hoping that such a pathetic invention of humankind was actually going to prove itself effective and do him any type of harm? He had said it once before and now he was going to say it once again: Earthlings certainly were ridiculous, clueless beings.

As soon as he'd managed to secure a grip upon the firearm, the grunt immediately looked to shift the tides of the little encounter between himself and Raditz towards his favor, nearly pouncing to a standing position as he aimed the weapon directly at his target the entire time. Before Raditz could do so much as to even insult the man for thinking such conventional weapons would do any damage whatsoever against him, an entire clip of six bullets were fired at the Saiyan in succession.

Just as soon as the smile had come upon the man's face as he unloaded an entire clip of bullets at Raditz, it faded away as he realized that the Saiyan's body was registering no blood-oozing bullet wounds or signs of damage to it… honestly, it appeared the exact same as it did before he'd even shot the bullets! With eyes widened and his curiosity towards just what had happened peaked, he was in for yet another pleasant surprise of the day as his target's smirk grew wider as he raised his clenched fist, opening it to reveal six, completely flattened, lead cartilages dropping to the ground just as the Red Ribbon Grunt felt his heart drop in the same exact manner. The questions came to him in absolute bunches. H-How? Had he actually just witnessed six, close-range bullets actually be caught before his very eye? How was that even possible? Who in Kami's name was this fucking guy?

He could never get the next image of Raditz out of his mind, despite only having a couple more seconds, at the most, before death was finally granted to him. Just feet away from him, he could never forget just the sheer amount of force and power that the child had shown as he seemed to surround himself in a cloak of purple flames that flared vigorously at his side, giving him a far more menacing look than before. As he stretched his arm out to where an open palm was only inches away from his foe's face, the last words that the grunt had heard spoken to him was a triumphant grunt and slight snickering.

Then… all that one could hear was the blurring sounds of the wind picking up and a large explosion powerful enough to make the entirety of Muscle Tower quiver in its boots. That, and the single sound of a man screaming as he was overtaken by a tremendous burst of uncontained energy.

Power Levels

Raditz: 410

General White: 74

Ninja Murasaki: 58

RRA Soldiers: 12 (Average)