THE VEGETA CHRONICLES
Chapter Six - An Old Evil Appears!
"What is going on here?! I don't recognize any of these alien fighters?! Why does that one have a sword?! Someone please let me know what's going on!" The voice of X.S. Cash bellowed in his private box. He had already was pleasantly surprised by how strong the contestants were in contrast to Hercule Satan, but now these new competitors he didn't even sign on appeared to fight the contenders, and in a most unsportsmanlike manner.
A gray suited man rushed into the rich box, slamming the door in the process, as sweat poured profusely down his face in emphasis of his urgency. As he looked at the screen from the view the Cash family, back to Mr. Cash himself, he explained with alarm, "These aren't the fighters I signed on for! I don't know what happened to the original guys, but these are guys I've never seen before...!"
"My gosh!" Mrs. Cash spoke aloud in alarm, her face paling as she held her terrified son in her arms, "this is the Cell Games all over again!"
"That's it! I got to call the authorities, and get these people evacuated!" Mr. Cash spoke in an authoritative tone, pointing to his assistant with a serious look upon his rotund, wrinkled face, "you there! Tell the ferries at the docks to get here ASAP! I will try to calm the audience and tell them its all part of the games. Until they get here, I'll do my best to reassure the crowd that this is a more daring stunt our fighters are playing a part in. Now hurry!"
"R-Right, I'll-" The man began to say, until the doorway became occupied by a large and intimidating individual appeared.
"Calling in the authorities would be a bad idea," Piccolo spoke with as much commanding presence, even more so, than Mister Cash had. His hardened stare turned from the trembling assistant to the man who orchestrated the Intergalactic Tournament himself, "Mister Cash, the only people who can stop the threat are the very people who they are targeting. Allow us to finish this fight, and without interruptions."
"Who are you to give me orders?! Who the Hell are you to tell me how to save the lives of the audience, and how to terminate these threats?!" Mr. Cash threw his arms around in emphasis, clearly upset that one of the contenders decided to tell him what he could and couldn't do.
But Piccolo wouldn't have any rejections.
KRAK-KOOM! "This isn't a request!" Piccolo growled at X.S. Cash, as his body flared up a flash of white-blue Ki around his body, pushing the assistant onto his backside while the Cash family fell back onto their seats, as powerful wind currents blew within the now seemingly smaller rich box, straining the protective glass separating them from the outside, "time and again the military and the police have tried to quell threats much more insignificant than this, and they have all paid a heavy price in doing so! These enemies want to have a show put on for them as they beat their prey to a pulp. If the audience leaves, they may want to destroy the entire Island for sick pleasure. Do you want to give the enemy second ideas?! Do you, Mister Cash?!"
"I-uh...n-no...I don't want anyone in danger," the rich man blubbered, before tears began to roll down his eyes as he fell onto his knees, "I never intended anything like the Cell Games to reoccur! I just wanted everyone to have a great time, and not have to worry about monsters like Cell again! And what do I get? Hercule is a con man! Everything Cell demonstrated was as real as the fighters who fought him, and now aliens are real!" Raising his tear-smudged, spectacle-covered eyes, he spoke in a pleading tone, "I beg of you! Please stop this menace! I don't want my audience, or this world, to suffer on behalf of my failed attempt to give the world a good show!"
De-powering his aura, Piccolo gave him a serious nod, as he walked out of the office, speaking over his shoulder, "We will give our best shot...or die trying!"
"What's going on?! Who are those guys?!" Bulma cried out, even as baby Trunks blinked in wonder and ignorant bliss. As much of the crowd were muttering in mixed amazement, excitement, and fear, no one knew what to make of the current fights simultaneously occurring just below the Island's stadium. One moment Bulma was excited to see her son and husband fight off in front of the millions watching from a distance and the thousands even closer, the next everything descended into imminent chaos.
"I-I can feel their energy," Chi-Chi spoke with a aghast tone, one hand reaching out to take her friend's hand in hers while placing another cautiously over her pregnant midsection, "its...dark...cold...evil. Its just like Cell's..."
"Chi-Chi," Bulma gripped her hand back in encouragement, still not able to muster a smile due to the predicament her own son and lover were in.
"Ah, c'mon! Its obvious they're using tricks to land those lazy strikes on them! I-Is there no ref around here?!" 17 protested audibly, looking around at the other attendees, in insistence, waving his arms in emphasis, "really?! I'm the only one?! Hey, 18, don't you think-"
17 blinked in surprise, as he saw no 18 in the seat across from him.
"18?" Looking around, he couldn't sense her anywhere, and it seemed like she moved recently. Scratching his head, he tipped his black-cowboy-hat donned face to look around and didn't see his sister around, "huh, maybe she went to get some snacks? Hope she gets back soon..."
WHAM-CRACK-WHAP! Krillin felt himself on the verge of collapse as he suffered another combo of vicious kicks, punches, and elbow strikes that sent him sprawling across the black rock landscape. His body ached, and his mouth tasted the familiar metallic liquid on his tongue. His orange gi had been torn and scorched by the chance encounters by the lava stream, and impacts his body made across the intricate magma rock arena.
Craters littered the area, and steamed of energy attacks Krillin did his best to fight back. But he couldn't fight back effectively. Something was messing with his timing and his perception. What power did this woman have over him?
"I don't know why Bujin even bothered," Zangya strode casually over to Krillin's heaving form, a cruel smile on his face complimented by the cold, bored eyes fixated upon the wounded monk's frame, "you really aren't a threat in comparison to the Saiyans."
Those choice words...what did she mean by her comrade shouldn't have bothered, Krillin wondered. He had to know what this mind game was that kept him from defending or attacking properly.
"So...there are...more of you?" Krillin uttered aloud, halting Zangya's initial approach as he stood on his feet a little straighter than before, "well then. If they're in as much trouble as I am...I can't wait around for you to pummel me all day!"
"You act as if you can suddenly win this battle," Zangya spoke with an incredulous tone, waving her arms in emphasis to the side, smiling wider as she cruelly narrowed her cold eyes back at him, "you can't lay a hand on me, even if you tried your hardest. The fact of a matter is, none of you can."
"That's it!" Krillin had noticed a faint violet light, shining faintly above the arena, ever since he arrived. It had been too subtle to notice until now, but the way she spoke confidently that he couldn't hit her once, made it all the more convincing.
Charging a pair of yellow orbs, Zangya could only chuckle at Krillin's insistence on winning, "Please, be reasonable, little man. I'll kill you quickly if you admit defeat no-"
"Double Tsuihikidan!" Krillin cried out, as the yellow spheres merged together and turned blue, as a pair of dual beams of homing energy zoomed towards Zangya.
Raising her hands to deflect the beams with ease, she was surprised when the beams arced up directly in front of her, and straight into the ceiling, causing her to widen her eyes with shock, "N-No!"
CRAAAAAAAAAAACK! As the pair of energy blasts struck the violet light, an entire dome manifested, cracking with faint white outlines all across the arena. Within a matter of seconds, the entire barrier shattered, and Krillin felt his mind suddenly feel a lot clearer. He was freed from whatever power she had over him!
"YES!" Krillin jumped for joy, feeling as if he had done it. However, he realized he had been lucky enough to spot it, and he knew his friends in the other arenas might not get the same chance as he did. Reaching up to tap his temples with either of his forefingers, he concentrated and sent a telepathic message, "guys! I need to let you know something. Whatever that's keeping you from beating these guys is an illusion! There should be a purple hazy light above your arena. Target it with an energy blast and that should dispel-"
Zangya was not pleased. With a sudden rushing momentum, she moved to hit Krillin right in the gut with a flying knee-kick, causing his concentration to be broken and his eyes widen with pain, as he found himself reeling back in a pinwheel motion into a magma-rock spire across the arena. As he fell onto his back, he tried to get up, feeling pain constrict him all over. This was like fighting a Super Saiyan, he knew it to be true!
"You may have destroyed the barrier, but I won't give you a fighting chance," Zangya spoke coldly as she hovered above Krillin, an orb of green light manifesting in one of her hands as she prepared to finish him, "I'm going to finish you in one bl-"
"Solar Flare!" Krillin quickly switched his hands up into the tell-tale handsign next to his face, before discharging a blinding flash of light into Zangya's eyes.
"AAAAAAUGH!" Zangya disengaged her concentration of the energies within her right hand, in favor of covering her eyes from the blindness that paralyzed her from reacting to what came next.
"KAIO-KEN!" Krillin shouted suddenly, his body blazing with crimson fire all of a sudden, and his energy blasting the igneous rock formation and the lava stream nearby.
"What?!" Zangya uttered aloud, still blinded by the prior uttered technique, as Krillin stood well above a level her energy currently held, "where did he get all of this power?! What is he?!"
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Krillin yelled at the top of his lungs as he discharged a wave of Ki beneath his soles as he slammed his head into her gut, before shouting out, "REVERSE KAMEHAMEHA!"
VOOM! With Kaioken-Kamehameha propelling beneath his feet, Krillin managed to overpower his opponent, and slam her towards the wall, cracking it entirely, before flying out into the open expanse of the final battle arena...!
"Krillin?!" Trunks thought aloud, as he distinctly heard the bald monk's voice ring within his mind.
He felt his body rise from a pile of rubble, as most of the city block of fake buildings have been razed by this Kogu in his intent of killing him. Wincing, he felt his hand reach for the several gashes crossed over his chest, drawing back a blood-stained hand as he looked at it with anger. As he grit his teeth tightly, he looked at the several purple marks marring his legs, torso, and legs, having taken a serious pounding from this man, despite all of his skill and efforts.
As he turned his head to the sky, he could see it. A hazy violet oval of light hovering next the artificial Sun that lit the arena in a cheery disposition. Despite this, the fields were lit on fire, the river splaying water over its edges, and the city smoldered from the ongoing battle. All semblance of peace and happiness was torn away within an instant.
"Just like the Androids from my Future..." Trunks thought with growing rage, even as Kogu landed before him with a malicious smile on his face.
"Ready to end this, Saiyan?" Kogu asked as he scraped the edge of his blade across the ground, producing a continuous flash of sparks from the sharp end of his blade. He began relishing the helplessness his target had. Kogu knew he was a skilled enemy, and should a real battle occur between the two of them, he knew he would need his full strength to be on even standings. But he knew it wouldn't come to it. After all, it looked as if he was barely standing, so one more bout and he should be finished-
"You disgust me!" Trunks growled out, his eyes lighting aflame and his aura bursting to life once more, his tone stopping Kogu in his tracks, "you ruin a good competition for your own sick pleasure, and you don't even have the decency into giving it your all. You have to use tricks, and play dirty! You're no better than they are!"
"They?" Kogu raised his brow with curiosity, not knowing precisely who the Saiyan-hybrid was talking about.
"I'm going to crush you...and toss you into the wind!" Trunks roared out. As he pulled his arms back to his hips, his body crackled with electric tendrils that shook the fabric of space within the entirety of the arena. The golden light got brighter and brighter, as if he himself was becoming a source of light, with lightning cracking out of his body and crashing into the landscape, producing fiery explosions. All the while the vibrant spectacle of Trunks' powering up to maximum for his Full-Powered state, his mouth curled up into a dark smile, identical to that of his father's.
Kogu's eyes widened as he stepped back from the unstable energies flowing forth from the Saiyan-hybrid, raising his right arm to shield his eyes from the blinding light of energy.
"RRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Trunks stretched out his arms in both directions, as a large globe of light projected from his body, blasting away the ruined atmosphere of his arena, and hit Kogu full force.
As the energy blasted into the ceiling and walls of the intricate battlefield, it struck the illusion barrier, shattering it to pieces within a flash of violet glass-like particles, before the sphere itself smashed into the tight confines of the space within the chosen arena.
Simultaneously, Kogu found himself slammed into the wall, but only held a little superficial damage from the blast. As he peeled himself off the wall, he found himself seeing a scorched crater, from which Trunks, at his most powerful in his current state, brimmed with anger and loathing. His glare struck a chord of nervousness that seemed almost foreign, to the Herasian. He faced countless warriors and they were all terrified of him. But this Saiyan...this Super Saiyan was different, he knew that to be sure.
Before he could properly retaliate, the afterimage of Trunks stationary form shimmered away, as Trunks himself slammed a fist into Kogu's gut, sending a rippling shockwave across the charred wall.
"GAH!" Kogu felt his eyes bulge out, never expecting this boy's strength to be superior to his, and take the breath out of him with a single punch.
"I'm going to end this," twisting his fist around, Trunks roared out as a flash of yellow light was let loose from his fist in sync with an extra push of physical might, "here and now!"
KRAK-BOOM! With a single explosive thrust of his fist into Kogu's midsection, the wall exploded with a red-yellow ball of flames, with the Herasian at its epicenter, hurtling him across the dark air and space into the room beyond the blackened battlefield they would leave behind.
"That was Krillin's voice!" Gohan thought, as he hid behind a stack of enlarged toys, having heard the telepathic call from his friend within one of the opposing arenas next to his own.
Having taken a more evasive approach to his enemy he couldn't keep up with, Gohan had been scurrying around and discharging small Ki blasts at Bujin, he only received minor bruises on his skin apart from a small gash on his lower left jawline, he didn't feel much pain. However, he felt cautious, and had been fighting smart against the much swifter being, and trying to figure out why he couldn't properly defend or counterattack his nemesis.
Now he knew why.
Looking around the corner, he saw Bujin high in the air, launching small baseball sized emerald blasts of energy across the once mystical and happy visage of the battlefield inappropriately chosen for two fighters to duke it out. Each one caused a concussive blast that sent the shrapnel of plaster, plastic, and concrete flying everywhere within the wake of orange fireballs that came after each explosion it its apex, sending smoldering pillars of smoke into the ceiling.
Trailing the tall towers of sickly gases, Gohan saw his target: a violet hazy light hovering near one of the many lights shining upon the spacious, ruined toy-littered arena.
Deciding now was as good of time to launch a counterattack, as any, Gohan leaped out of his hiding spot and flared his aura brightly and unleashed his power to the max. He knew holding back was dangerous, but he didn't want to waste his energy fighting Bujin in the first place, in case there were other tricks of his sleeves. But the time of holding back was gone, and now, it was time to fight back!
"BUJIN!"Gohan shouted out, as his aura blazed brilliantly, sending sparks and golden tendrils snaking from his being that outshined any of the dozens of smoldering craters the Herasian had created during his mad search for the young Saiyan-hybrid.
Bujin's eyes widened with surprise, having believed to have fought the target in question at his best. Since when was son of Goku this strong?!
"You really don't know when to quit, kid!" Shaking his head out of reverie, Bujin gathered two orbs of emerald energy, focusing them, ready to annihilate the cocky kid for showing himself. In his condition, he shouldn't be able to put up any fight against him, even with all the power he was flexing.
"KA...ME...HA...ME...HA..." Gohan brought his wrists directly over his sternum, unlike his usual stance, and continued to charge a human-sized orb of blazing blue-white energy. Waiting several seconds longer, right as Bujin launched his twin orbs at his direction, he yelled out, "BURST!"
Instead of the singular beam that Bujin had expected, a total of a dozen meter-wide beams screamed out from Gohan's thrusting arms, as his wrists clasped together in the perfect execution pose to unleash havoc upon his enemy.
The two emerald orbs were struck by two of the beams as they spread out, intending on taking the gypsy-garbed imp out of the sky through sheer numbers rather than accuracy.
"Drat!" Bujin cursed aloud, powering his body with orange energy to avoid the stream of blasts heading his way, narrowly evading them all. As they shot upwards, however, he felt sweat profusely pour down his brows as his mouth was agape, realizing what the brat's true intention was from the start.
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM! As the beams converged upon the ceiling, a series of powerful orange-red-golden explosions rocked the battlefield's space as if it was under a earthquake. Simultaneously, a bright violet light shattered around the arena's perimeter, breaking the spell that was held upon the contestant, and the advantage the Herasian had over him.
The searing winds bellowed around Bujin, pushing him across the airspace as he shielded his eyes from the blinding light the explosion created. When it began to let up, he noticed all too late the screaming rocket of golden energy heading his way. In the form of an enraged Gohan, Bujin felt himself get clocked across the jaw, uttering a deafening crack in the air pressure, sending golden tendrils of lightning to glisten briefly to life from the intensity of the punch.
Just as he felt himself fly towards one end of the arena, he felt Gohan's presence briefly glimmer behind him, before landing a elbow to the back of his neck, sending him towards the ground.
"AAAAAAAH!" Bujin screamed as he descended, and would only gasp in shock as Gohan shimmered into view to greet him halfway, slamming his knee into his face with another seismic-equivalent strike against his body, sending him tumbling head over heels towards the far wall.
As the Herasian's back began to shatter the wall, he would briefly blink, seeing the golden-haired warrior teleporting in front of him. An outstretched set of hands were thrust in his direction, before a deafening scream was heard, and a kinetic blast striking him full force, blasting the wall and himself across the dark interior of the new battlefield beyond the ruined one they created...
"H-How?!" Bido gasped aloud, heaving heavy breaths after the latest flurry of strikes he slung at Vegeta.
It didn't make sense. He spent nearly a full ten minutes wailing at him with his strongest punches, kicks, even headbutts. But the Saiyan hardly flinched. It felt like he was hitting a steal column that wouldn't dent, no matter how much force he put into striking it.
"Is that it?" Vegeta asked with an incredulous tone, wiping the small bit of blood leaking out of his mouth, as he placed his hands on his hips in superior emphasis, "I stood my ground and let you take your best shots at me. I think its been over eleven minutes since I told you to hit me with your best shot. Are you still holding out on me, or is your whole plan in beating me, hinged on that ridiculous barrier that you formed before our fight started?"
"He knows?!" Bido flinched, stepping back, feeling sweat bead down his large forehead as his enemy somehow figured out Bujin's mystic illusion barrier, "this is bad! If he knows, then the others must know too! I got to finish this now, no matter what the plan was originally!"
Before Bido could commit, however, a series of thunderous explosions could be heard. Turning his head, Bido could distinctly feel the fluctuating power levels of his comrades, as they were now on the defensive, "C-Crap..."
"Oh? Are your friends defeated already? I guess your plan wasn't as brilliant as you thought it to be," Vegeta taunted openly, chuckling darkly as he took steps forward, his aura far from fading as it blasted the glassed sand away from his feet, as he took purposely slow steps to intimidate his opponent. With great affect, Vegeta chuckled as he saw Bido walk backwards, while growling in protest, "I didn't even need that barrier destroyed. I'll prove it to you."
"Why don't you just go to H-AAAAARGH!" Bido, in the midst of his cursing, felt a fist indent itself into his gut, rattling his insides and shaking his bones. Feeling his feet fly up an inch before coming back down, he felt his own blood snake down his lips, as he glared heatedly at the Saiyan prince.
"Oh, I'm sorry, it looks like you have a little weak sauce dripping from your mouth," Vegeta mocked, pointing at him in emphasis.
"You asshole!" Bido growled out, jumping up, launching a snap kick to Vegeta's face, "I'll make you pay for that!"
Vegeta closed his eyes and backed his head up enough so the edge would pass him by mere millimeters, before he would grasp the ankle of his enemy. With a vicious pull, Vegeta swung his other hand forward, slamming it dead-set into Bido's groin.
"AIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!" As Bido's voice morphed into an uncharacteristically high-pitched tone, with his pupils comically shrinking, his body fell straight onto his backside, as he writhed around, cupping his injured man jewels with both of his hands, "AAAAAAGH! OW-OW-OW-OW-OW! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"
Opening his eyes again, Vegeta chuckled twisted humor, as he crossed his arms, "Awwwww, I'm sorry. They may not be a Dragon's, but I most certainly crushed your balls! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"S-Stop laughing, urrrrrrgh!" Bido snarled as he struggled to get on his feet, his arms shaking with pain and rage, veins protruding all across his skin in visible proclamation of his unkempt anger towards the Saiyan prince.
"Yes, that's the spirit!" Vegeta goaded his enemy, chuckling darkly as he raised his hands and beckoned him, "c'mon! Come to papa! Papa give you a spanking!"
"STOP MOCKING ME!" Bido charged again, swinging his fists out with every ounce of strength he had.
Vegeta closed his eyes, bent his head to the left, and the right, repeatedly dodging them with little to no effort on his own part. What was once an immovable and indestructible being, was now a blurring visage of dexterous grace and mobility.
Bido was wondering if this Saiyan had he toyed with him the whole time.
"What's going on?! Why. Can't. I. Hit. HIM?!" Bido snarled as he thought with frustration, as his fists hit nothing but air, propelling pressurized currents from the force carried with his enormous arms.
Then, Bido found Vegeta ducking below, his back parallel to the ground, and his feet stretching up towards...
"GAH!" The Herasian felt himself smashed in the chest by both feet, feeling the shockwave send a deafening blast that rocked the desert around him, as his body flew directly up into the ceiling's center, and struck it with a sickening crunch. As he felt blood and saliva drip out of his mouth, he heard the audibly crack of the barrier's weak spot, before shattering apart in a vibrant flash of violet light before dissipating entirely, "d-dammit..."
"Hey," Vegeta whispered next to Bido suddenly, the latter turning his indented body's face to look at the very close, darkly smiling Saiyan prince, "guess what?"
"W-What?!-"
"Bitch Slap!" Vegeta crowed out, as an energized back-hand gesture struck Bido full on the face, scraping him across the ceiling, sending an enormous fissure of torn infrastructure in its wake. The smoke left in its wake could only be overshadowed by the electric spasms the body of the victim felt as it vibrantly flashed across the battlefield's highest apex.
Before the Herasian could make full contact with the junction where the ceiling meets artificial sky, he felt his face smash into the outstretched arm of the Super Saiyan, breaking his nose and causing him to gasp in shock, as a reverberating thunderclap could be heard upon the collision of the large-bodied alien meeting the Saiyan's muscular forearm.
Snatching the collar of the shredded gypsy-attire of what Bido had donned, Vegeta held him aloft with a glare within his onyx eyes, "Your man, Bujin was it? He was very sloppy with setting up such a simplistic barrier. Either you and your gang were in a hurry, or you really didn't think much of the Saiyan race when you decided to blindside us."
"G-Go to Hell..." Bido snarled, but could barely raise his arms in protest, as the pressure his shirt had around his neck began to squeeze even tighter.
"Fool, that's where I intend sending you when I'm finished playing with you," Vegeta lifted the hulking, larger man up to bring him face-to-face level, so his dark smile could be very visible to the shaking assassin, "your barrier relied on distorting Ki sense and vision. What you bumbling fools forgot was important was that those are only two tools a warrior has at his disposal. Smell. Taste. Touch. Sound. Any warrior of a high caliber can use these when having lost the other two senses you dared to rob me of. How foolish to think that a parlor trick and a strong arm would win you this battle!"
Twisting his body around, Vegeta threw his enemy into the wall with such force, that an electrical wave of exerted force disintegrated the entire desert arena wall's surface with a vibrant explosion. Long before Bido was sent flying, the orange-red flames of the superstructure's wall had already collapsed on itself, as he flew into the dark chasm of the next adjacent arena.
In triumph, Vegeta shouted out with a laugh, "Get ready to say Sayonara, sucker!"
"A-AMAZING!" The announcer finally regained his bearings, saw the impressive feats the contenders pulled over the impostor "alien" challengers, promptly smashing them through their respective arenas, and into the final battlefield, "DESPITE SOME DIFFICULTY FACED INITIALLY AGAINST THE ALIENS, OUR CONTESTANTS HAVE ENTERED INTO THE FINAL BATTLEFIELD! WHICHEVER TWO REACHES THE ELEVATOR FIRST, GETS TO COMPETE IN THE FINALS!"
The crowd, having once felt mixed between excitement and trepidation, turned to a full-on cheer.
The demonstrations of sheer power, skill, and vibrant lights being discharged, just gave them an even better show than they had thought possible. The roar filled the stands and people were talking with animated excitement and rekindled spirits. For a moment there, it looked like the so-called aliens were about to beat them, or worse, kill them!
Chi-Chi and Bulma, also breathed a collective sigh of relief. At first, it seemed like both of their kids were taking a serious beating. But they showed they were no pushovers and reassured themselves, and the audience, they were far from being done.
"I gotta say, Trunks almost made me believe he was about to call it quits," Bulma spoke with a renewed sense of confidence, smiling and throwing a fist up into the air, unknowingly in sync with baby Trunks' own upraised small fist held aloft upwards, "but that's MY boy Trunks! Look at him kicking that guy's ass!"
"I never doubted my Gohan in the slightest," Chi-Chi raised her chin in the air with a proud expression on her face, "he never gives up, even when he should. Its the one thing that he inherited from his father, that I've come to grow the most fond of. Now if he only didn't eat as much as he did, then he'd make a perfect husband for whatever crazy girl to fall for his good looks and martial art talents..."
"Achoo!" Videl felt herself sneeze without warning, peering through the glass observatory window of the competitor's box. She could only wonder if someone was talking about her?
"Hey! We may not even have to go down there after all," Yamcha said with relief and growing excitement, fist pumping in the air as he turned to see his friends' expressions and reactions equally, "they may have this wrapped up before they get up to the stadium arena!"
"Its way too soon to tell, but I'm pretty sure you're close," Tien spoke sagely, but held a merit of relief, spreading a genuine smile on his own weary face, "I think our friends can handle this without our help. For the moment anyways..."
Piccolo, however, remained stoically silent. His eyes narrowed, and his senses, and extraordinary hearing had tuned out the two proximate human warriors near him to focus on what was transpiring underneath the island's stadium. He could tell there was a massive chasm, like a vaulted ceiling, to contain something much like a compacted underground city. As he focused on the signatures that was his friends and the unknown entities that had stowed away into Battle Island II's inner workings, he could tell already they had been purposely holding back. What were they pla-
"This isn't good," Piccolo spoke lowly, visible perspiration began to gather upon his dark emerald pores and roll down his jawline, emphasizing how truly nervous of the hidden threat looming below them, "we're going to go down there and fast!"
"Wait, is Gohan in trouble?!" Videl asked aloud with sudden confusion and alarm. Having had little access to what salvaged video footage of what transpired in the monster known as Cell's wake, she could only fear if half of the rumors were really true of what this new threat could be capable of, "what's going on down there?!"
"Kid, I suggest you stay put," Piccolo spoke matter-of-fact, casting a downwards glance at her, before walking off towards the exit, "this isn't a fight that normal people can take part in."
Piccolo wouldn't get far, before the pig-tailed daughter of Hercule dove underneath his spread legs and stand in his way to the exit of the contender box.
Holding her arms in a declarative, Videl sternly glared down the imposing green-pink skinned warrior of Namek, "Your friend, Vegeta, ruined my dad's reputation. You show me you can do all these incredible things that I was told was all just an act. Something as strong as Cell, who was actually a lot stronger than what most people said he was, is also fighting someone I appreciate down there; and all you tell me is to stay put?! I need, no, I deserve to know what you know! I don't want to be in the dark with the rest of crowd of whimsical idiots out there and in the world!"
"Hey, we're not trying to put you out or anything," Yamcha tried to say aloud in pleading, trying to make Videl get out of the way before Piccolo did something unbecoming, "we just don't have a lot of time to try and have this make sense to you. There is a lot about the world, especially of martial arts, a side of it you don't understand! Crazy stuff! Mind boggling!"
"Point is, we'd be more than happy to...uh, educate you...about these things after this is over," Tien additionally commented, hoping his words sounded more rational than Yamcha's eccentric statements, "but right now, we can only give you a summary, and you're bound to not appreciate it."
Videl, heard all they said, briefly making eye contact with each of them, but kept her eye contact mostly on the staunch stronger warrior at the head of them. His piercing eyes stared into hers, sending her a shiver of insignificance in comparison to where she was from their level. Each one of these unusual fighters, every time they looked her way, gave the most ominous sense of power, composure, and pride that she hadn't ever seen in other martial artists, let alone most strong people in general. Still, she had the zeal to not move away, until this Piccolo, the one whom her new friend Gohan had said would be likely to train her in their way of martial arts.
She just hoped her stubborn-born nature will pay off, and that this bizarre entity standing before her wouldn't toss her aside, as easily as Vegeta had done so to her.
Moments passed like hours, before Piccolo finally relented with a heavy sigh, truly at a loss how else to get around this impressionable young girl. Her fiery spirit reminded him so much of Gohan's, if not a little more so, it was uncanny in resemblance. Like an opposing gender mirror of him, if not a bit more assertive in her actions, he could see why she cared with the boy upon a mere hour of meeting him.
Closing his eyes as he spoke aloud matter-of-fact, as he crossed his arms over his chest, "There's a dark presence, much like Cell's, hiding within the depths of Battle Island II. Its been concealed up till this point, and I think its going to make its move. Its maliciousness is on par with the monster you know of, and I doubt its any less in strength. This may be a fight we may either win or lose, if it be the latter, die trying."
"I...I see," Videl slowly lowered her arms, as her head bowed with vague understanding on what this ominous evil lurking underneath the stadium's grounds was, "so, another Cell?"
"I'm not going to lie, but that seems to be the most likely possibility," Piccolo spoke truthfully, re-opening his eyes to bear them upon the lowered gaze of the teenage martial artist, "which is why I say this with your safety in mind, and as my student's acquaintance, I suggest you stick to the box for the remainder of this battle. Things might get real ugly, and this place is the safest place for you to remain out of harm's way."
"Got it," Videl spoke with understanding, if not slightly crestfallen that she had to be set aside deliberately. As Piccolo passed by her, she could only ask aloud as she turned her head to see his back heading out the door, "please keep Gohan safe..."
"Heh, no need to tell me twice, kid," Piccolo spoke back to her as Tien and Yamcha followed him out, "besides, I think you may be surprised at what he's capable of. He may be our best shot, bar Vegeta, in winning this."
"Right," Videl, finally, allowed herself to smile as she turned fully to the three Z Warriors heading out to the fray, and gave them a thumb's up, "I'll root for you guys from here!"
And just as suddenly as the three warriors nodded to her, they disappeared within a flash, leaving Videl and the Cash family behind. It was time to take off to the fight once more!
Within a crescendo of nearly simultaneous explosions, four opposing angled walls collapsed within a heap of flames, lightning, or falling dark colored debris. Following of which four pairs of warriors flew in, one intentionally, the other without choice, into the ghastly final battlefield.
The layout that would be visited upon them was an immense compacted landscape of Gothic-Metropolitan designed towering skyscrapers, consisting of dirtied and dulled glass windows, aging and old grey bricks, as well as worn and scratched up grey steel. The streets of black asphalt only did its best to mirror the lack of proper light the final arena withheld, or lack thereof, as empty cars built of cheap hard plastic and empty tanks were parked parallel to empty shops, vacant of customers or custodians.
At its very epicenter would be a large fifty meter wide city square, serving as the possible area of conflict for the remaining contestants. With a large cathedral standing before it, doubled as a city clock, as the clock tower itself raised up from its front almost as high as the large rectangular steel tube behind the church itself. Constructed of old steel, it was apparent that you had to move through the cathedral to get to the entrance to go up to the stadium floor once more.
The atmosphere, however, was disturbingly fitting due to the ominous aura being projected across the vast landscape. It was a numbing chill to the exposed skin of any combatant that had entered the bleak, artificial night sky city, and one that touched the recesses of your spine. The ominous, clearly potent force that warped the space around for miles held a distinctive controlling, vice grip over the perception of those coming within. If to be described, it was as if every person entered a pool of liquefied darkness, with no end in sight of the bottom and no way to look up at the surface from whence you had been plunged into.
For every person that had entered, whether by force or by will, it was painfully clear that the battle was far from over...
Vegeta, upon entering the bleak, night-cast atmosphere of the final arena began to wonder whom the real mastermind of this ridiculous attempt at his, his son, his student, and the worthless monk's lives were.
Having burst through into the chilling night air after decimating the superstructure's wall, as well as hurtling Bido's muscular frame towards the horizon. The victim in question's body began smashing through a series of building tops, before crashing atop one of the model SUV's parked parallel and dormant upon the dark streets of the dark city. Though far from seriously wounded, the assassin was winded enough to keep from reentering the fight with the superior Saiyan's might.
With his golden aura shining brighter than a lighthouse in the midst of the luminously vacant landscape, Vegeta's presence demanded greeting as much as his following words that echoed with as much force as a city-wide speaker system would, "So much for your lousy plan of trying to kill us all! What was it? Too lazy to do it yourself, or are you not man enough to get your own hands dirty?!"
With no words to answer him, Vegeta assumed it to be nothing but blatant ignorance, as a manner of taunting him.
Growling, Vegeta jettisoned his hover form head first towards the center of the city, intent on finding this menace himself and crush it with his own two hands!
Gohan, upon entering the battlefield himself, could only gape with slight trepidation and shiver with fear at the ominous and clear presence. He could feel it lurk and seep into his very skin. Gulping he noted that Bujin's form had crashed not too far from where he destroyed the barrier separating his own battlefield from the final one before, landing onto his backside amidst a broken paper stand.
He briefly heard Vegeta's words echo the entirety of the city, shaking it, before hearing the distant rocketing of the Saiyan prince hurtle himself towards the center of the city and find the ringleader of this band of evil bandits.
Feeling more cautious and hesitant to join the battle this soon, he began to scoping out with his senses for who else made it through.
He felt Trunks also come through a more proximate area of the city, while Krillin was within a more distant area. Despite how much he knew how powerful these assassins were, Gohan felt compelled to towards Trunks' direction first, hoping to find out what he did of his own selected enemy.
With a sudden blast of golden energy in his wake, Gohan took off towards Trunks, unknowing that the formerly prone form of Bujin had disappeared from sight...
"Okay, where the Hell am I now?" Trunks breathed out, his eyes veering side-to-side, noting the unusual dark aura covering the already dark, empty city. It felt unnervingly to one of the cities from his time, the future, and what became of it from the Androids.
Clenching his fists, his eyes began to see the screaming people flee for cover, as the two nightmares cloaked in the bodies of teenagers, unleashing wave after wave of deadly beams towards them. Their laughs echoed his mind, haunted him, and this dark atmosphere...didn't help things at all.
When his father shouted, his eyes turned back to the present and he noted where he was. The dark metropolis was slightly damaged from all four of their entries, with Trunks' own opponent having crashed into several buildings from the force of which he launched him into the haunted, abandoned landscape.
As he saw the golden streak outline of Vegeta take towards the center of the city without delay, he felt compelled to follow after him, but the other golden light heading towards him caused him to pause. After squinting his eyes, a relieved smile broke upon his cautious visage, waving at the incoming form of Gohan, "Glad you made it through, Gohan!"
"Trunks! Its great to see you, after what's happened," Gohan spoke ecstatically, halting a few meters from the mutual Saiyan-hybrid as he stared down at the collapsed building wreckage. He sensed that the enemy was there a few moments ago, but somehow, he was gone, "Trunks, what happened to your dance partner?"
"Hm?" Trunks turned his gaze towards what Gohan had been speaking of. His eyes went wide, as he felt no signature at all, whereas he felt it clearly a minute ago, "shit! Where did they go?!"
"My best guess is where their boss is, seeing how Vegeta went that direction," Gohan nodded in the direction where Vegeta had gone, and finally stopped.
Then, they all felt the aura finally carry weight. A fierce animosity, and also...darkness...darkness much thicker than what they had experienced before, blew across their skin and shook the entirety of the landscape's compacted metropolis. The force came physically from a dark violet-black light that seem to light up the center of the city.
"T-This power!" Trunks sweated with apparent fear, his pupils dilated, and his arms shaking, "this...is as strong...if not stronger than Cell's!"
"Who are these guys?!" Gohan asked aloud with trepidation, feeling himself back up within the airspace, his Super Saiyan aura flickered slightly with uncertainty, as the tainted energy flooded his senses and projected a certain sense of very real fear. Fear he hadn't felt since facing the monster of Trunk's audible recollection. Just what was this nightmare capable of?!
"Ow-ow-ow," Krillin moaned aloud, as he struggled to his feet, amidst a large collection of dark rubble that he had created from the impact he created through the wall's impact center. Looking around, he could plainly see it was a much darker, drearier arena than the last one. Inwardly, he prayed to whomever was listening to his silent pleas, that it was the last fight he had to have with mysterious, evil forces.
Looking around, he tried to locate the woman he had so bluntly rammed his head into her gut through the barrier between their arena into this one. He could tell she had been thrown across the street, having carved a large trench from which her body dragged upon it. But with the faint amount of light, he could barely tell if she was laying beyond, or...
"Miss me?!" A fierce growl erupted from behind Krillin, causing his whole body to freeze up. Barely able to turn his head around, he could see a very, very pissed Zangya standing behind him with balled fists with a little shredding done to her jacket, thanks to his last attack.
He gulped, and waved his hand sheepishly towards her, "Hey...uh...can we call it a day? No hard feeli-NNNNGHZZ?!"
"Like Hell!" Zangya yelled out, as she slammed her left fist into his gut, watching with satisfaction how his backside warped with the force of the punch, before receding back. She chuckled cruelly as blood oozed out of his mouth, but didn't stop her from twisting herself on the balls of her feet, to kick him straight up the head, before launching a Kiai to his skyrocketing frame, sending him across the street she had been bulldozed through not but a minute ago.
"Gah!" Krillin felt stars rush around his vision. He didn't realize how much she had been holding back earlier. His entire insides felt like they were on fire, and he was sure she cracked several ribs with that last punch. The punch to his face nearly dislocated his jaw from the chin it made contact with, and his back now felt like it was stuck into a large crater in the middle of the cheaply constructed street.
He hadn't gasped for air for more than a few seconds before feeling a small foot come down onto his midriff, indenting the street a good ten meters down from the force of it, causing him to howl out in pain.
As Zangya ground her foot into his wounded torso, she could only smile toothily with twisted satisfaction, "Hurts, doesn't it?! That's how my gut felt after you barreled into it! How about I return the favor, ten times over?!"
"I-I'll...pass...if you don't...mind," Krillin weakly joked, even as blood gushed from his lips and down his cheeks, chin, and neck. He realized using such a high level Kaio-ken now was a mistake. He could barely muster any strength to reinforce his body with energy, to dampen the attacks being laid upon his form. With a sigh of resignation, he could only think with finality, "I guess this is...as far...as I go...sorry guys..."
Briefly, Zangya looked up as she heard the Saiyan prince's voice call out her master, challenging him and believing he could take him on so easily. She could only chuckle with humor, as she believed otherwise, that the Super Saiyan had no chance in Hell of beating their leader.
Grasping the wounded and beaten monk's collar, Zangya raised the wounded form of Krillin up before her. Dark pleasure ran through her veins, having always enjoyed crushing men, even weak ones, before her undeniable might. It felt almost like a drug she couldn't get enough of. Seeing their blood spilled, their bones crack like toothpicks, and the light leave their eyes, just gave her a euphoric sensation within the back of her brain.
Tightening the hold she had on his collar, causing the poor dwarf to gasp with pain, Zangya raised her left arm back, preparing to impale it through his exposed and damaged chest, "Any last words before you die, little man?"
"He doesn't," a voice suddenly spoke behind Zangya.
Before she turned her head, and received a haymaker punch to the right side of her face. Her eyes widened, as she could hear nothing the but the ringing her skull made upon collision from the bare fist, shortly before a thunderclap of broken air pressure was exerted, and her body flung helplessly into the nearest abandoned shop, shattering the glass and causing the building to collapse from the velocity of her ungraceful entrance.
As Krillin felt himself being flung, he felt a pair of delicate hands catch him with both arms, allowing him to look up at the most heavenly blue eyes. They stared at him with genuine concern, even past the stern expression her jaw had, for his safety and his condition he had been induced upon being beaten by the Herasian assassin. When they touched down, Krillin felt he was on cloud nine, as the woman of his dreams was holding him bridal style. Though he wished it was the other way around, he could accept the situation, garnered that she saved his life from a homicidal hot alien chick.
"You really shouldn't push yourself, Krillin," 18 sighed with a roll of her eyes, walking over and setting him down near one of the abandoned stores, stroking his bruised and cut face, "just because people are stronger than you, doesn't mean you have to make yourself their equal."
"Yeah...I know...but," Krillin worked up a weak smile as his eyes met hers in return, "how else...can I protect you...if not by becoming...just a little stronger...than I was yesterday?"
"You stupid fool," 18 spoke chidingly, but held a smile as well. With the spare moment they had together, 18 leaned down and chastely touched her lips to his own, before retracting, flicking his nose slightly in teasing gesture as she stood up, "you stay put, strong man. You're not in any danger, but you have five cracked ribs and your body's got a lot of damage done to it from your fight. Understood?"
"K-Kay...hehe," Krillin blushed as hot and red as a tomatoe, as a goofy smile worked its way onto his face, "I'll be right here...ooooooh," and just like that, Krillin passed out. Both from the euphoric, dream-come-true kiss, and from the exhaustion his body had from being kicked the crap out of.
As 18 righted herself, a dark presence had finally projected its power, causing her own eyes to widen with shock.
"What the Hell is this?!" She uttered aloud with distinct horror. This force warped the air around her, strangled her, and distorted everything visually to such a degree, she thought space itself was about to implode.
But her thoughts were cut off, as a bright yellow-emerald pillar of exerted energy, followed up with an angry yell ripping from the woman she clocked not but a few moments ago. What she saw surprised her even more.
Within the epicenter of a indented crater, from which the rubble of an entire building used to be, levitated her enemy. With glowing emerald skin, and hair poised directly vertical to her head, a dark violet-black aura coursed around her with vibrant crackles of dark tendrils and flames, harmoniously dancing from and around her pores.
With a malicious grin spread about her face, her cold eyes fixated on equally cold blue ones that 18 held, as she cackled with demented enjoyment, "You got in a lucky shot, whoever the hell you are, but that's the last one you'll get," rearing her fists, she prepared to lunge towards her prey, "I'm going to enjoy crushing you, bitch!"
"We'll see about that," 18 spoke with a sarcastic tone, flicking her blonde bangs around one of her ears, causing her gold earrings to jingle in the midst of such powerful energy projection set before her. Grinding her heels back, she lunged forward, and renewed the battle for her new target once more...!
A few minutes ago...
"So, there you are!" Vegeta spoke in a triumphant tone, hovering high above the city, directly parallel to the glowing clock face and in front of the mastermind in question.
Sitting upon the hollow crevice within the face of the clock, the golden light showed all about the figure's outline and features. A black bandanna wrapped securely over the top of his head, allowing the rest of his orange mullet to flow freely down his shoulders to the middle of his back. Just like the rest of his mutual henchman, he retained a dark blue complexion with a pair of knife-angled ears, though his own face had a much more intimidating and stronger build than Bido had. With a diagonal red scar running down from his left upper brow, across the bridge of his nose, to his right cheek, it showed both experience and brutality he experienced during his own climactic struggles of life and death.
His attire was similar to his fellow subordinates as well. With a pair of dark blue, puffy unbuttoned jacket, showed off a pair of triangular pairs of golden necklaces hung along his muscular neck and over his bristling defined torso. From the waist down, he wore a pair of satin slacks over his muscular legs, with a black sash tied around his waist and hanging over his right hip and thigh. Finally, the telltale finish of his mustard-yellow-black military grade boots, proved that he was indeed the leader of the assassins.
With a dark chuckle, a humored monotone broke out from the alien leader, as his malicious eyes set themselves upon Vegeta's own emerald ones, "Finally found me, did you? Feel accomplished, do you, Vegeta?"
"It wasn't hard, considering how your disgusting energy, even suppressed, is stinking up the air," Vegeta spoke in a off-handed tone, keeping his arms crossed, as he cocked his head to the left and then the right, "but I have to say, I don't think I've had the pleasure of fighting such an unimpressive fighter such as your Bido. Exactly what race or group do you hail from? From the way you look, you appear to be nothing more than a band of gypsy pirates trying to trash the party..."
"Really? Then allow me to clarify your poor misconception of myself and my subordinates," the man spoke aloud with a dark, humored tone, as he stood to his full height of nearly seven feet. When his boots lifted up with a sign of levitation, the man placed his own arms across his chest as he approached Vegeta's person, glaring down to the insignificantly smaller, glowing man, "you may know my name as Bojack, and the subordinates you callously if not stupidly underestimate, are the Galaxy Soldiers. My personal mercenary force."
"Bojack?" Vegeta's eyes widened a fraction, and his smile turned into a frown. He remembered the name all too well. Nearly half a millennium ago, a race of war-like aliens not too far from Planet Vegeta, were all annihilated by someone called Bojack the Unbound. Having razed world after world within the system where he resided, it was said that he was one of the finest soldiers of the Herasians, the race of Hera that had been reduced to ashes, when resisting Bojack's Coup attempt.
He thought Bojack had died long ago, but from what he just saw, that was entirely contrary to what he had been told as a child.
"I am the terror of a hundred worlds, and the bane of my own race. Not even the gods themselves could destroy me! They sealed me and my strongest subordinates within the center of a star, using their own planets as a series of intricate locks to keep my prison of eternal stasis forever untouched. However, as I wrenched myself free of the accursed force that held me captive, I could tell that one of the gods had died and his planet with him," Bojack spoke with a dark mile of white, sharp teeth behind his cruel cold, blue lips, "imagine my surprise, that it was one of your own Saiyan warriors, that made the foolhardy decision in trying to stave off another terror, by the name of Cell to sacrifice the god's own life as well as his own, unknowingly allowing me to escape my age-long prison. I think this world called him, Goku..."
It all became painfully clear to Saiyan prince now. Not only did he take Cell away from this world, but he took him directly to the fabled King Kai's world. Clenching his teeth as he lowered his gaze, he pulled his fists back, before letting out a terrifying howl as his head reared up straight towards the artificial night sky, "KAKAROT! YOU STUPID CLOWN! YOU ARE THE WORST! SUPER! SAIYAN! TO EVER! EXIST!""
What broke him out of his reverie, however, was a full wafting wave of dark Ki hitting him full force. His eyes graced upon Bojack's form, now endowed with a dark aura of violet-black energy, crackling around him with terrifying force, perfect control, and malicious intent. With this being only a fraction of his power, Vegeta knew one thing was clear. This entity was as strong as Cell was when fully powered up!
"Don't worry about the foolish Saiyan, Vegeta," Bojack spoke in a taunting manner, "you will be joining him, and his precious god, soon enough!"
Shaking himself out of his reverie, Vegeta allowed himself a dark chuckle of his own. Raising his gloved fists, he cracked them in emphasis, "Fine by me! I was wondering if I ever needed to show my full power in this Tournament. Your farce of a plan has given me the golden opportunity to do so," raising his hands up in a come-on gesture, Vegeta smiled darkly, "c'mon then, Bojack! Show me what kind of terror you have in store for me!"
Bojack allowed himself to laugh aloud, so much so that Vegeta's brows knitted into a scowl at the insidious man floating not but three meters from him.
"What's so funny?" Vegeta asked with a snarl, finding it hard to find any hilarity in what he just said.
"Foolish Super Saiyan," Bojack spoke with a humored grin, clenching his fists in emphasis, "if you're looking for a fair fight, you're sorely mistaken."
"What are you-?" Vegeta tried to inquire, but it was already too late. Within the blink of an eye, Kogu, Bujin, and Bido appeared on all flanks around him, outstretching their hands and sending a series of transparent threads to lapse around his body.
Within a matter of seconds, he became paralyzed, and helpless to break free from the unnatural binds that held him so tightly.
"What treachery is this?!" Vegeta growled out, finding himself unable to break free from all three's bindings, watching them all laugh darkly, "face me at once, you cowards!"
WHAM! Vegeta's eyes went wide as a powerful fist struck his midsection, causing him to gasp in pain. His energy was leaving him, and the more he struggled, the more he lost. What was going on?!
As Bojack retracted his first punch, he grinned sadistically as he threw out one powerful punch after another, as the energy was being sapped from his victim, "Unlike your prior enemies, Vegeta, I'm not afraid of playing dirty! I know how powerful you really are. You may be as strong as I am, if that's even possible. However, I am not going to allow you the chance to unleash it. You're going to die humiliated and alone. Doesn't that sound great! HAHAHAHAHA!"
Vegeta couldn't break free, nor could he soften the punches that felt stronger and stronger, as he felt himself slipping away. Blood and spit coughed out of his mouth, as hulking, powerful fists struck him over, and over, and over. The force of each punch broke the pressure of the air around him, creating deafening snaps that cracked the glass around them all, and cracked the clock tower's face, as Bojack laughed darkly, knowing his victim was totally helpless.
The threads finally receded, as Bojack held the Saiyan prince aloft by his hair, barely conscious as the blue hand painfully held him aloft within the air.
"Game over, Vegeta," Bojack reared his fist back, preparing knock his prey's head off, "say goodbye to your precious world-!"
As Bojack's fist would launch, he would find himself incapable of throwing it. Turning his head, he would briefly see a pair of dark eyes, surrounded by green skin and a pair of protruding antennae, bristling with immense power of his own.
"Who da-RRRRRRGH?!" Bojack would find his own face, startled and confused, slammed inwards by a Namekian fist towards the clock tower, crushing it inwards with immense force before falling apart and atop the vast cathedral.
"Sorry, you were talking too much for my liking, so I had to shut you up," Piccolo spoke wryly, as he noted Vegeta being caught by a black garbed cowboy looking cyborg below. As he turned towards the other three, he smiled at the angry expressions they made for striking their boss, before he pointed at their direction, "incoming."
Within a bright explosion of red light, Yamcha and Tien flew towards the dazed Bido and slammed him down into the town square with an immense uproar of broken tiles, concrete, and crimson energy.
Bujin, once again, found himself turning to see the rushing visage of Gohan, slamming a fist into his face. This ushered another thunderclap of cracked air pressure, as he pinwheeled across the sky and towards an opposite end of the town square, causing another blast of debris to fly in excess of a crackling burst of yellow light.
Kogu fell prey to a descending elbow strike that struck him over the top of his head and straight into the ground, but onto his feet rather than his backside, like his unfortunate allies.
"Hey big shot!" 17 called up to Piccolo, holding Vegeta's unconscious and bloody frame in his arms, "this guy's okay, but he doesn't look like he'll wake up for a good while. Where do you want me to set him down?"
"Take him to the next block over, past the houses and onto the street!" Piccolo ordered, pointing to his right for emphasis, "I want you to come back straight away to help me out. This threat," he looked back, as a brilliant burst of violet energy ripped apart the debris that was formerly the cathedral, showing him only sporting a small scuff mark where Piccolo had punched him in the face, "I'm going to need help with this one."
Rising into the air, Bojack chuckled darkly with amusement, as he allowed his fists to clench and unclench, readying himself for the upcoming battle, "So you must be a Super Namekian. I didn't think any of those were still alive to this day."
"I am the son of Katas, one of the last true Super Namekians. But you may call me Piccolo!" With a vibrant flash of light, Piccolo became cloaked in a heavenly aura of white-blue energy, crackling with fierce intensity and humming with a precise control only he could withhold, "but you may call me, your end, Bojack!"
"Hmmmm, its been awhile since I've smashed some skulls in the heat of battle," Bojack rolled his neck around, causing it to snap audibly, rearing his arms in preparation, "boys! Show these scumbags what true power the Galaxy Soldiers possess!"
And then...the barrier of hopefulness was shattered, upon a prong of three war cries.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Three pillars of yellow-green light erupted from the three battered Herasians, before replaced by dark violet-black auras, as each of them revealed glowing green skin, flourishing scarlet hair, and a influx of immense energy flowing through their bodies.
"Well, so much for this being easy!" Yamcha said in a sheepish grin of nervousness, as he, Tien, Gohan, Piccolo all readied themselves for the fight of their lives.
A/N: And there you have it! The 6th Chapter of the Vegeta Chronicles.
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