THE VEGETA CHRONICLES
Chapter 7 - Crossing the Line! Part I
The battle took an unexpected turn for the audience.
In one moment, the battle had been assured for the contestants, and the strange extraterrestrials were flattened through entire arena walls. But then, their aledged true champion approached what seemed to be the leader of these obstacles to going up to the surface. It appeared to be the start of another thrilling battle.
But it would not come to pass. As Vegeta shouted to the heavens his rage before readying himself for a titanic battle, he became surrounded. Three of the four extraterrestrial opponents surrounded him on all sides, raising their hands, and discharging what looked like razor wires from their finger tips. Within an instant, Vegeta couldn't move, and was left helpless before the large gypsy nemesis before him.
"Vegeta!" Bulma gasped in horror. What she saw was nothing but foul play, and sheer brutality. She could almost feel tears well up in her eyes as she saw blood and spit cough up from Vegeta's mouth, a dazed expression of shock and pain clear upon his eyes, and the fading light that once blazed brightly around him. When he was held up by this Bojack's hand by his hair, she couldn't bear to watch any longer, turning her face away to not spare another look.
"Bulma, look!" Chi-Chi spoke in a delighted tone, grasping onto her friend's arm, showing that Bojack had been stopped in the end, and by Piccolo none-the-less.
"Pickle!" Kid Trunks spoke happily, at seeing the familiar green-skinned martial artist.
Bulma smiled with rejuvenated faith as she saw the others join in and take on the alien bandits head-on.
"Trunks...please be safe, as well as you, Vegeta," Bulma whispered
Fury coursed through her veins.
It was an uncommon emotion that utterly consumed 18, as the red-haired Herasian exchanged blows with her own fists and feet. Never had she felt such vile contempt as well as unforgiving malice towards another being since Cell. This woman had beaten Krillin, a man she cared deeply whom showed her his affections and care for her time and time again. She would make her pay!
When 18 engaged the Full-Powered Herasian, she was on the initial receiving end from the start. With speed and strength nearly doubled from before, Zangya had begun to batter at her defenses and deal several blows to her ribs and face. Tumbling across the battlefield, she left street-wide fissures through the city, collapsing buildings as she was hurtled out a good city block away from Krillin's inert form.
This gave the cyborg a measure of clarity and relief, allowing her mind to calm down and allow the fiery emotion of incompetant anger to override her reasoning and her intelligence. She knew she was smarter than Zangya, as she had been capable of getting the drop on her with ease initially. She can do it again, due to her masked presence as using purely artificial energy.
As she uprighted herself, she looked down and noted only her shredded jacket, shirt and only a few cuts and bruises. Despite the increase of power her enemy possessed, as she notably approached with a look of undeniable rage on her green face, she clearly couldn't break through the superhuman endurance that 18 herself retained.
Zangya's violet-enraptured aura burst brightly from her skin, crackling with ferocity and instability, even as the sickly green skin of hers hummed ominously in tune with the bright red hair that hung vertically to her head. Her eyes held a maniacally wrathful glint, as her smile glistened sadistically. Only a minute into the battle and she felt alive as she pummeled the blonde who so brazenly sucker punched her.
"So, I see you're back up for another beating?! Good!" Zangya cackled as she rushed forth with immense velocity, intending ramming her fists into the stoically standing Android, "I'll enjoy hearing the sound of your bones snapping when I get my hands on-"
"Shut up!" 18 snarled harshly, as she swung her right hand out to her right side, just as Zangya closed in for the kill.
That's when Zangya felt herself being spiraled out of control, and ramming head first into the base of a skyscraper, detonating the reinforcement beneath it. The explosion that rippled through the city block caused 18's hair flourishing about wildly, as she turned give a cold glare towards the collapsing structure atop Zangya, piling and burying her.
"The more you talk, the more I feel your chest size is compensating for the small brain inside your head," 18 mused aloud with a cold tone in her voice.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Zangya roared out with rage, as she sent out an immense explosive wave of violet energy, decimating the collapsed rubble and debris upon her, sending it rocketing to all sides while creating a dense, steaming crater at her epicenter. Fixating her glare upon 18, she balled up her fists as she visibly ground her teeth together, "I'll kill you!"
"By all means, go ahead and try," 18 spoke confidently, waving a beckoning hand, smirking in response as she taunted her enemy, "I want to see you try and actually back up those bold words you got on you...brainless bitchy bimbo!"
"WITH PLEASURE!" Zangya rushed forth, her body leaving a sonic boom from the discharge of Ki used to accelerate herself forward to her prey.
18 dodged to the side, using an unexpected burst of energy from her right flank, while throwing out her own hand out to catch the fist of the green-skinned, red-haired Herasian, pulling her to the side and out of control.
Swinging her fist forward to hit the woman in the exposed ribs, Zangya reached out grappled 18's fist in return, causing their arms to cross over into an uncomfortable positioned grapple of each other's fist.
While Zangya pushed, using her own enhanced strength to pressure the slightly weaker cyborg off balance, 18 kept using her feet to skirt around on the ground.
The dance between the two women would have looked comical, had not the pressure exerted from each of their movements not shattered structure faces nearby, nor flatten the concrete beneath their feet. It was only within a few seconds that the two of them swung around in the air, continuing to try and pressure one or the other to break.
Then, Zangya swung her knee forward, meeting 18's own with a vicious thunderclap, producing a spray of white and red sparks. The force rippled proximate structures as the two femme fatales flung around in awkward circles, side to side, up and down, as they tried to force each other to submit. Glass shattered, concrete cracked, and steel was render into twisted shapes, as they soared across the sky.
WHAM! It was Zangya that would make the next move, as her head struck forward, issuing enough force to daze 18 to release her grip, and be roundhouse kicked in the gut.
She found her backside flattened into a steel-reinforced building, indenting it for a good five meters, and wedging her tightly. Before she could find time to recover, Zangya landed a soaring kick into her gut, plowing her through the uninhabited and virtually empty floor of the superstructure. She barely felt the walls cave in and smash as her body ran through the glass on the other side.
She did however feel the impact of a vicious elbow strike towards her backside, causing her eyes to dilate with pain, before her hair was grappled viciously and swung around to meet knee into her gut with a vicious pop of broken air pressure. The moment the thunderclap of force subsided, Zangya lifted up 18 to meet her eyes briefly, showing her sinister grin, throwing her towards the building again.
18 didn't have time to right herself, nor did she have time to anticipate the dozen threads of scarlet-transparent threads that entangled her body, pulling her back viciously and holding her tightly.
"You honestly think you or anyone stands a chance? We are the Galaxy Soldiers!" Zangya flaunted as she tightened the hold on the stationary and grimacing form of the blonde haired cyborg, grinning sadistically at her prey's inability to fight back, "I fought gods alongside my brethren! Plundered countless worlds! Bojack made the strongest of deities quiver in fear, enough to seal us within the center of a star! What makes you think as a lowly human stand up to me?!"
As she raised her free hand up to gather energy for an attack, she heard 18 chuckled with humor at Zangya's statement, "Human? Are you really that dense?"
Raising her cold blue eyes to smirk up confidently and with assurance at her nemesis, she narrowed them upon Zangya, "I'm anything but human!"
With that punctuated statement, 18's eyes lit up bright red as they discharged a straight, cutting beam towards Zangya. What it cut, wasn't flesh and bones, however.
"W-What?!" Zangya gasped in horror, as the top section of her vertically aligned red hair fell off in a sea of lines over her face and down towards the ground below. It was at this point, that her focus on the Psycho Threads had loosened enough for 18 to make her move.
With a defining snap, 18 wrenched herself free of the binding threads, as she rocketed towards her enemy, slamming a hard forward punch into her dazed face with a deafening crack of force.
Violet blood spurt from the Herasian's lips and nose, as part of the reinforced cartilage gave way under the unexpected strike, dazing her further to be struck repeatedly by the cold blonde Android.
18 started with a vicious knee kick to Zangya's gut, projecting a burst of her own energy into the surface of her knee cap, to further exact the thundercracking force. It made Zangya lurch forward with pain, something that 18 was glad to witness.
Swinging her right elbow, she struck the woman in the jaw, followed up with a bridge-hand strike to her eyes, a knee kick to her kidneys, finishing with spinning heel kick to her opponent's exposed left side.
The force from the last kick discharges an electric flash of frictional light exploded within the night sky, as a visible distortion of air pressure followed by the swiftly descending form of the Herasian assassin, colliding into the street below with a mighty clash.
Zangya felt her whole body on fire. Despite the constant output of immense power, coursing through her veins, and empowering her muscles, the enemy of hers had inflicted a surprising amount of damage. As she righted herself to one knee, she could barely release the air out of her lungs before inhaling. Did she have cracked ribs, she wondered. She never had been hurt this much, not even fighting the goddess of the East Galaxy.
"I never even sensed the build-up of energy, let alone predicted her movements with anything but my eyes. Is she dead? Is she a machine? What kind of monster is she?!" Zangya could only muse within her mind, trying to mull over a new plan of attack to gain back her initiative.
Before her eyes were raised, her eyes widened startlingly to see 18's boot rushing towards her face, clocking her in the chin and sending her tumbling backwards. Her body wouldn't get far, as her left ankle would be grappled by a bone crushing grip, and slammed into the nearest model store, smashing it to pieces, before crashing into the street face first with a deafening thunderclap of brutal force.
Zangya couldn't even have time to wrench herself from the ground before feeling the unforgiving heel of 18's foot slamming into her spine, holding her in place and crushing her further into the black, broken street.
"Want to hear something funny? I was designed to annihilate the human race, and fulfill the mad ambitions of an evil man, not so different from your leader," 18 spoke aloud with a level tone, as the woman below squirmed and writhed below her shoe, "looking at you now, I see what I could have become if I fulfilled that ambition of his. You have no goals, no dreams, no hope, and only delight in seeing the weak tremble, and the proud buckle in agony before you. You're so pitiful," 18 continued, as she held out a hand, charging up her Photon Flash, emanating a golden glowing orb that grew upon charging, "it'd be better off if I finished you in one blow..."
Zangya could feel her own heartbeat pounding in her skull. The words of the inhuman female pinning her to the ground gave her such rage, and yet, she felt so helpless. Would it really end like this, she wondered. Would she die alone and be cast aside like all the weak garbage who fawned and bowed before Bojack's indisputable might? Is she no better than the rest?
As she felt the heat, devoid of Ki, of a powering up attack she felt herself remember what Bojack had spoken to her, upon naming her the strongest female of his army and one of his strongest Lieutenants.
"Do you want to be weak, or do you want to be strong?"
It was at this point that everything around Zangya's vision shifted from darkness, into a field of white.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAH!" As her voice screamed out in utter, carnal rage, her body exploded with violet-white energy that flung 18 off her feet.
Tumbling head over heels for a good ten meters, 18's steaming form skid across the ground on her heels as she balled her fists and grit her teeth.
"Should have finished her off instead of flapping my gums!" 18 growled to herself as she readied herself into a fighting stance.
"You...know...nothing...!" Zangya drawled out, as she slowly rose to her feet, her body swollen with violet bruises, cuts, and purple blood leaking from her chin, lips, nostrils and jawline. Glaring with a violet-white aura, wiping away her irises and the whites of her eyes, it became apparent that she had lost all thought process and reason by the visage she portrayed. Her body became covered with protruding veins, as her arms flexed and ripped away her sleeves, her chest further enlarging, straining her torn and ripped shirt and jacket, and tearing the thighs and calf areas of her scorched, blackened satin slacks.
Her form brimmed with overflowing and barely controlled energy, causing her once curly and cut hair to stick straight up in a sharp, crackling mass, resembling a red vertically aligned mass of knife-edged hairs, coiling with violet bio-electricity. She almost appeared like a deranged alien version of a Super Saiyan.
As Zangya growled out with insane scorn laced within her carnally projected voice, she balled her fists with angered emphasis "You will pay...I swear it upon my life...I WILL MAKE YOU SCREAM IN ANGUISH, FREAK!"
The battlefield at the mock, dark city's square had erupted quickly into paired off conflicts once again.
Trunks specifically targeted Kogu, feeling unsatisfied from the empty conclusion he had when he managed to land the prior punch through the arena wall. He wanted him dead, and he knew the feeling was mutual. The man had toyed with him, and used unfair play every chance he had in order to humiliate him as well as kill him in a grizzly manner in front of the ignorant audience above them. His mother could have been next if he didn't defeat him. He would not let that happen!
Upon powering up, Kogu locked his cold, black eyes upon Trunks steeled back with emerald ones. Their anger at each other was as palpable as the crackling tendrils of bio-electricity rushing across the surface and air proximate to their skin.
"I'm going to enjoy this!" Kogu spoke with a cruel smile, as a violet-black aura surrounded his body, rocking the earth and crackling the air with intensity. His body had nearly increased by half more his original height, his body rippling with defined muscles, ripping apart all of his upper body wear save for the crimson sash that matched the fiery glowing hair that accented his sickly green skin, thrumming with power.
"Your master's twisted scheme ends here, Kogu!" Trunks snarled out, rearing back his arms as his body flowed with full power his controlled Saiyan form allowed. His hair spiked up, coiling with electrical currents around the golden colored mane, giving him a much more wrathful visage. His sleeveless jacket rippled evenly with his flourishing aura, as he fixated his evenly set glare at his nemesis.
Then, they briefly disappeared within a flickering movement of super-speed, before reappearing high above in the air, trading a number of fists that collided against each other. The quaking shockwaves produced from fists striking and flowing past each other thundered and rumbled the atmosphere with great ferocity. Lightning dotted the skyline as they flew higher and higher into the air as they combated each other with the utmost intensity and focus.
"HA!" Kogu shouted out as he let loose an emerald sphere of energy the size of a beach ball, discharging it only ten meters away and heading towards Trunks fast.
Trunks retaliated with a backhanded slap to the sphere as he skirted to its flank, sending it screeching far into the horizon, allowing a city block sized explosion of blue-white flames to be produced upon its collision.
Shimmering to view in front of Trunks in a bout of super-speed, Kogu launched a knee kick to Trunks' chest with immense force. Upon the Saiyan swiveling his left forearm to brace the impact, a thunderclap of disrupted air pressure, with a spark of hyper-friction crackling upon the epicenter of the impact.
Trunks struck back first, using the close proximity that Kogu's connected kick to help reach him easier, allowing him to launch a swift snap punch to his face.
Kogu grasped the fist, however, before it reached its full extension, keeping it in a iron vice grip that absorbed the buffer of wind that the impact created. With a cruel smile, Kogu reared back his arm and threw out a punch of his own, aiming to use the lack of either arm for defense to better ensure his chance of striking.
"Ngh!" The Super Saiyan narrowly had time to evade, his eyes dilated with intensity, as his neck veered over to the side as the excess edge of the man's thumb nicked his cheek enough to leave a cut in its wake.
Before the Herasian could retract his arm, Trunks left guarding arm opened its palm and clasped it into a perpendicularly aligned grapple, and tossing him to the right, landing a energy-laced snap kick to his left side.
KRAK-KOOM! "Gaugh!" Kogu's eyes widened for a moment from the pain, as he felt himself thrown up into the air after a signifying sonic boom from the moment of impact. Even as Trunks flew up after him, he couldn't fathom that despite his power increase, he had yet to overpower the Saiyan in front of him. It baffled his mind, so much so that it dazed him in a brief bout of confusion that allowed him to be struck once more.
"HA!" Trunks threw up an arm within a mere five meters distance, discharging a orb of golden Ki, causing it to rocket towards Kogu's bodily position. Even as his nemesis launched his own orb to detonate it, the explosion did little to slow down the golden-haired warrior, as he rocketed up with an apparent glare on his face, as he swung a haymaker punch to the man's exposed left jaw.
Rippling flesh distorted Kogu's jaw, as his left eye to the impact grimaced from the shock of blow dealt to him. It was all he could do but snarl in return to the Saiyan's accusatory glare flaring at him. As Trunks swung another kick towards his chest, Kogu swung a massive arm to knock it aside with a crack, before barreling forward and launching a lariat strike upon Trunks exposed upper body.
As the breath left the Saiyan-hybrid's lungs, the Herasian propelled his body with maximum speed towards the nearest skyscraper rooftop. Shimmering in and out of view from one spot to the destination, Kogu crashed Trunks body into the superstructure's apex, indenting him with a thunderous collision. Keeping his arm in place, he charged an energy orb near his elbow, Kogu smiled viciously as he spoke with sadistic glee, "Now say goodbye, HRAH!"
The orb met Trunks' midsection detonating the first floor, before hurtling him down the top of the skyscraper to the bottom, detonating and shattering each floor as he descended downwards rapidly. Before Trunks even hit the bottom, half of the skyscraper was already collapsing ontop of itself, just before a mighty explosion rocked its base and ensured the building's untimely destruction.
"Don't want to take any chances!" Kogu growled lowly to himself, as he raised both hands out in front of himself, towards the burning wreckage that piled atop the Super Saiyan's form. With audible snarls of concentration, focusing his energy at a single point between his two palms, a large crackling energy sphere began to form. Not halting till it was the size of a wrecking ball, Kogu shouted aloud as he fired, "HERE'S A PRESENT, SUPER SAIYAN! DARKNESS BOMB!"
Letting loose the large inflation of Ki downwards, the energy soared downwards, intending on causing a mighty explosion with the target in question at ground zero. Within a matter of seconds, the blazing emerald-white bomb of energy rocketed to its destination, about ready to make ground collision...
As the ground began to buckle under the density and detonating sphere of energy, a golden streak of light burst out from the side and flew upwards with the wake of a golden flame. Kogu was too busy fixating his eyes upon the unfolding explosion to note the flying form that would zoom towards his muscular frame, and land a vicious an open-palm thrust to his chin, throwing his head back with a painful crack and snap.
Even as the flames spurted upwards in a immense column of flames, jutting out a thick black mushroom cloud that flowed up and around the combating warriors, as Trunks and Kogu exchanged blows within the mass of fog-filled air of noxious gas.
Every time they would collide, the air would pop, and blow away the smoke ever so briefly to show the result of the clash. Being it a parry or a direct strike, each one of the blows exchanged by both warriors didn't make either one relent. Spit flew, blood was shed, fists met fists, kicks met each other equally, and the rate of attacks grew as their super-sped movements increased in frequency.
The show would be akin to a cacophony lightning strikes within the fog of war of the smoldering tower of smoke. With every punctuated clash of flesh and bone projected with a vibrant explosion of clashing auras and hyper-friction from points of impact. It would be a dazzling display, for any operational cameras watching the events unfolding.
Trunks knew better than to allow himself to be careless. Not after what he saw them do to Vegeta, when his father dropped his guard, expecting a formal confrontation from Bojack himself. It boiled within his chest that there was demons even darker than Cell or the Androids, that'd stoop to such low levels of decency, dishonor, and disregard for any morality.
As the two fighters rebounded for what was probably the thirtieth time, Trunks flew full force back at the mutually charging Kogu. Both fighters swung out palms for a jutting palm-heel strike, but found both of themselves catching each other's hands into a finger-laced grapple.
It surprised Trunks how much of a similar struggle he had with Cell not too long ago, where he was placed in this position. Now he was the more refined and toned combatant, while Kogu was the bigger and more brutish fighter opposing him. Circumstances aside, it gave the Saiyan-hybrid a bout of nostalgia from that fight, that further invigorated his drive to win.
Emerald-white and golden-white energy began to crackle between the two pairs of clasped palms, as both entities tried to pressure each other. The struggle of two titans, one embroiled in an aura of darkness and the other enraptured in righteous golden light. The force projected from the two made advancing nigh impossible, despite the difference in mass and the tenacity of either warrior.
So, Trunks made himself an opening.
CRACK! Trunks briefly leaned back his head before smashing it into the bigger man's forehead, kicking him up into the air, creating two deafening cracks of air pressure. He followed up with a burst of energy behind himself, so he could catch up to the ascending Herasian, before laying on a deafening crescendo of air popping punches, all across the man's torso and face.
"Here's a present from me!" Trunks mocked with a dark smile on his face, as he reared back a fist that broiled with orange-red plasma energy. With a direct downward thrust towards the man's sternum, he roared out the name of his technique, "EXPLOSION FIST!"
KRAK-KOOM! Within the epicenter of the high pressurized punch, a generation of star-like mass of orange-red-white energy generated from the Super Saiyan's knuckles. It grew to the size of a wrecking ball within a fraction of the impact's collision, and began enrapturing the Herasian's muscular mass in its searing embrace, before hurtling him downwards. Like a fire ball, the blazing enemy struck the ground with enough potency to rival the Darkness Bomb that he unleashed not but a few minutes ago.
Dropping down to the ground gracefully, Trunks awaited for his enemy to get up, as he settled into a readied stance. He knew his enemy wouldn't have done the same if the situation was reversed. Even still, he felt compelled to present himself in an honorable fashion, while showing the foolhardiness of relying on such dirty tricks to win his battles.
"You can get up now, Kogu. I know that wasn't enough to make you stay down, let alone kill you," Trunks said in a goading tone, lacing his words with a cool-grated tone, with nothing but reprimand and malcontent towards the Herasian bandit.
"Hehehe, not bad Super Saiyan," Kogu chuckled with dark humor, as he wrenched himself from the large, blackened crater, what used to be an apartment complex and sidewalk. His body scored scorch marks that coupled with the many bruises and cuts he suffered throughout the duration of his fight. Violet blood leaked in some places, most notable from the gashed cut on his forehead from Trunks' headbutt, and a series of leaking violet liquid from his broken nose and split lips.
"Its surprising that even at my full power, you remain an equal to me," Kogu spoke with mixed disdain and respect, as he observed Trunks' own disposition. The thrumming aura of golden light that illuminated Trunks' figure showed all of his toned and muscular mass, as well as his injuries. What bruises and scratches that wasn't seen, was shown through a few tears on his muscle shirt and dark blue sleeveless jacket. A distinct, smaller cut was on his own forehead, matching a small dribble of crimson blood that flowed down his jaw from his lip.
With a carnal smile, Kogu knew he still had one definitive advantage over the Super Saiyan. Punctuating his thoughts, he reached for his sword with his left hand, and drew it out into the air, allowing its cruel edge to glimmer in the dim artificial star light, before pointing it at Trunks fully, "You may be slightly better than me with your fists...but...I doubt you can remain as durable against my Devil Blade!"
"Heh," Trunks could only smirk with amusement, at the declaration of confidence that Kogu had within his own weapon, "so let me guess? Its powered by dark emotions and uses evil to cut down anything it makes contact with, right?"
"So if it is?" Kogu queried with an upraised brow, retracting his arm to hold the weapon aloft near his side.
"Too bad for you," Trunks spoke with his own confidence, as he reached into his jacket's right front pocket, and produced a single capsule from it, "I have my own weapon to counter that wicked blade of yours."
With a defining click, Trunks tossed the capsule into the air. Within a few seconds, the capsule exploded in a cloud of smoke, producing a steel guarded broadsword, sheathed in a dark brown scabbard with a crimson shoulder strap. Grasping it with one hand, he straps the scabbard over his chest, before grasping the handle of the familiar, friendly hilt of his weapon of choice. As he began unsheathing it slowly he explained evenly as he renewed his glare, showing off the edge of his blade with a glimmering aura of hope and refined craftsmanship, "This is the Brave Sword. It carves through darkness and leaves nothing in its wake. No evil is spared when this blade cuts into its rotten flesh. A fitting weapon to end your miserable life!"
"We'll see about that!" Kogu snarled, as he held his blade up to divide his facial features, retaining a fencing stance. It looked intimidating, but most of the affect was lost as a large muscled man with green skin and red hair was the one preforming it.
Trunks settled with a spread-foot stance, holding the blade with both hands, as he readied for the inevitable clash of blades.
Even as distant explosions sent intense bursts of wind to flourish the two warriors' hair, clothing, and create a humming sound between both of their blades, they never drew their eyes away from each other. It felt like an eternity, like a clash of wills transpiring before the battle of flesh and steel would be ignited.
As if a distant, large explosion signaled their fight to start, they moved in for the kill and aimed to end this fight at the pointed edge of their blades.
Bujin snarled viciously at Gohan as he powered up to full strength. His turban and shirt ripped off from the intensity, revealing an anticipated bald head, along with toned muscles and a slightly taller height than before, being nearly a head bigger than Gohan himself. Enraptured in the dark violet-black aura as it thrummed powerfully around him, his sickly pea green skin pulsed with life, as his beady black eyes fixated with a menacing glare back at Gohan.
"You have no idea who you're dealing with," Bujin spoke with a renewed sadistic smile working upon his face, "I've fought the best in my path and they've all fled. We even caused the gods to take pause. What makes you think you're any better, punk?!"
"Every guy I fought has boasted similar. You're no different from the others," Gohan spoke with a stoic, unbreakable calm as he glared at the man who helped orchestrate the masquerade from the beginning under his master's orders, "Nappa, Dodoria, Recoome, Ginyu, Freiza, Cell. No matter in what form of evil you are or what desire you possess, you're all just a bunch of bullies. Let me tell you something," narrowing his eyes a fraction sharper, Gohan spoke with a lethal edge as his aura ignited to full power, with a mighty thrum of force, "I hate bullies!"
"Bullies rough up small fries, kid. I've fought with beings that once thought they were nigh untouchable," Bujin crossing his arms over his chest confidently, the bald Herasian hovered up into the air, "my psychic powers have reduced beings twice your strength down to their knees. Let's see how you fair."
It all happened in a single moment.
Gohan found himself lifted up into the air without his own control, and then hurtled into a distant pack of business buildings, crashing through structures and streets along the way. The fissure left in his wake tore an immense gouge of force within the mock city's landscape.
"Was that...telekinesis?" Gohan thought as he pried himself from the debris, regaining his footing, even as Bujin hovered high above his position.
With a gesture of his right hand, Bujin sent a crackle of transparent energy around the ruined structures covering Gohan's proximity. Within a matter of seconds, the entire earth began to lift up and fold over, trying to crush Gohan with an immense invisible pressure that grew and grew the closer it got to his body. It shrank to the point where it struck the size of a beach ball, straining against the struggling, curled form of Gohan from within.
"I'm going to squash you into dust, you little runt!" Bujin cackled with a set of bright white teeth, clenching his fist in emphasis as the ball of earth and metal grew smaller and smaller.
The ball itself began to crack, and Bujin felt his hold over the singularity of crushing force wane. His eyes widened with surprise, as the whole ball cracked all over, sending streaming golden light pouring out, before heating up red hot. Then, an enormous explosion was let loose, as orange-yellow flames flew out in every direction, forcing Bujin to ascend higher to escape the licking flames.
"Is that all you got?" Gohan spoke aloud, ascending from the flames with a thrumming aura of golden energy flourishing brightly within the cold, dark atmosphere. His arms were held at his sides, and a pair of unyielding emerald eyes stared at Bujin expectantly, "you'll have to do a lot better than that to push me to my limits, Bujin."
"You certainly got a mouth on you, brat!" Bujin twitched with irritation, still holding a dark smile all the same. With a mere alternating gesture from his outstretched right hand, he sent another wave of transparent energy, changing its signature once more. This time, the very flames birthed from Gohan's explosion expanded and flourished, shaping into an enormous tower of searing heat that devoured him within an instant, "let's see how you get out of this alive-"
It happened so suddenly. Within a single clap, Gohan distorted the air around him, issuing a sonic boom to expand and break the fabric of space which the flames fed off the air around it. In doing so, the earth beneath became flattened, and a violent flourishing wind dispelled the flames entirely. Bujin had to raise a hand up to shield himself from the flowing currents sent his way.
As Gohan reengaged his expectant, green eyes to gaze into Bujin's twitching black ones, the Herasian began to plot. He knew he was way above the others he used these prior techniques upon the young Saiyan-hybrid prodigy's body. He deflected each of them with ease and didn't look phased in the least. He began thinking of a better way to use his powers most effectively against the boy, and gain the upper hand once more.
"Hmmm...perhaps using something more finite and continuous, rather than rely on bulk and mass to overpower him is the best way to go," Bujin thought, regaining his composure once more.
With that said, Bujin ignited his violet-black aura around his body, dramatically holding his arms out to both sides of his body, raising them methodically slow for affect. In doing so, Bujin tugged on several dozen structures outlining the entirety of a quarter of the mock city, lifting them up, and balancing them around like puppet-strung moons, floating and rotating in the middle of the air.
Despite the impressive display of power Bujin had, Gohan didn't flinch an inch, and merely prepared himself for the oncoming barrage of superstructures.
But, it didn't happen like he anticipated.
With the faintest twitched along the knuckles of his outstretched hands, nearly one third of the thirty six buildings floating in the air all began to separate and dismember into thousands of fragments. Crushing them down, reshaping them, and turning them into razor and blunted projectiles numbering in the tens of thousands, while super-heating them in a bout of violet flames. It looked like an entire invisible division of archers were lined up behind him, with nothing but building and skyscraper fragments.
"Have a few of these!" Bujin spoke with a cackle, as he began to grind the others likewise, as he invisibly guided all of the burning debris-crafted spears towards Gohan, flying past his own body with immense velocity, as they intended on battering and ripping the young boy apart.
Time seemed to slow for the Gohan as the projectiles closed in on him. They appeared to be moving fast to an outside viewer, but to him, he could see every flickering tongue of energy coiling around bent metal, glass, and stone formed weapon heading his way. It didn't take long to harden his body and intensify the points along the edges of his knuckles and feet, to prepare to counter each of them.
Finally, it was time to show what training with Vegeta for six months has accomplished.
To Bujin, what he saw almost looked impossible. Without moving a single foot from his spot, Gohan's arms were moving too fast for his eyes to see past his own volley of wreckage, as they all began shatter, deflecting and reflecting the raining debris heading his way. Fists and feet flew in a beautiful, stationary dance to repel each of the thousands upon thousands of attacks heading his way.
Within a show of desperation, Bujin sent all of the remaining structures and debris-fire-laced lances at his disposal, not caring if they would collide with each other, so long as he would even lay a scratch upon Gohan's small frame. His forehead began to bead sweat, as Gohan continued to be unmoved by the storm of debris and wreckage sent his way, ever-so presently glaring in his direction, with those accusatory green eyes of his. The very ones that pissed him off to no end, and yet, held a fraction of fear seeing up close.
As the structures flew close to Gohan's fists, they met the same fate as the arrows, but blasted into dust from the force that the young Super Saiyan projected from his knuckles, showing no sign of stress nor effort employed upon his youthful body from doing so. With a brief inhale and exhale, he lowered his arms to his sides again, as there was nothing left for Bujin to use against him as a weapon, at least, within their area.
"That...damned...brat!" Bujin growled as he balled his fists, powering up his body in violet-black Ki, flowing towards Gohan with one last plan in mind, knowing it could be his last shot in breaking the kid's composure apart, "I'm going to rip him apart with my bare hands!"
"Go on and charge at me. The only reason I didn't allow myself to react was to get you angry," Gohan thought as the Full-Powered Herasian gained distance rapidly between the two of them, as he himself, readied into a fighting stance, "the moment you dive at me, I'll just move to the side and use a counterattack move. I can do this dance all day, no matter how many times you charge. In the end, you can't surprise me!"
True enough, Gohan saw Bujin launch himself with a flying kick, smashing the ground that Gohan stood upon mere moments ago.
Moving to the side, Gohan thrust out his fist to punch Bujin...only to find his hand completely been evaded, and found Bujin himself slamming an elbow into his exposed right side. Gasping in pain, the Super Saiyan swung a kick at Bujin, finding it blocked and grappled, before he felt himself painfully swung into the ground, and then kicked into the earth.
Something was wrong, and Gohan knew it. Every move was easily anticipated, countered, and then used against him. How could Bujin start turning the tide of the battle against him so swiftly.
Then, he recalled, exactly what kind of fighter Bujin was. An illusionist and a psychic, he rarely relies on frontal confrontations and relies on mental-based powers. Telekinesis, Pyrokinesis, and now Telepathy. It was clear Bujin was at a level that beings like Chiaotzu and Guldo, even Freiza, could only dream of employing on their own.
As he tried to figure out a way to counter it, as his body began to be railed relentlessly by Bujin, drawing spit and blood from his mouth, as the rejuvenated Herasian cackled madly at the turn of the tide of the battle between them. He remembered at one point Piccolo and Vegeta giving him pointers on how to deal with psychics, and possible ways of turning his own thoughts against them. But he knew better than to try and start a mental battle, as his experience with the psychic-level of his own abilities were still fresh and sketchy. The best he could do was...
Then it hit him, just as Bujin hit him straight in the jaw, popping the air flow immediately within the atmosphere, sending him spiraling across the field of debris from which he wrenched all the structures to use against him.
"If I concentrate on a certain image when I strike, something that would disrupt the flow of reading my thoughts proximate to him, I should be able to keep him from continually predicting my attacks. And I know of only one real frightening monster...a being that would make even make this Bujin, his comrades, and his leader quake at the sight of him. And that is..." Gohan began to muster the most terrifying recollection of the being in question as Bujin began to rocket towards him, simultaneously trying to draw a blank within his forethoughts as he did so.
Drawing to a halt, Gohan reengaged his passive stance, despite the many bruises enamored across his body, and the blood dripping from his mouth from the last punch striking his jaw.
"Whatever you're planning won't work on me! I know you're every move before you make it," Bujin cackled as he reached his prey, swinging his right fist towards him as he began to delve into his enemy's mind, "your thoughts are but mere pages, begging to be read by m-"
What Bujin saw, petrified him to a halt, his fist stopping a mere fraction from Gohan's face as he saw something else. A hulking, monstrous Super Saiyan stood in his place, towering over the form of the boy he tried to pummel moments before. Draped from the waist down were greek-style crimson and satin slacks, with signs of royal jewelry wrapped firmly around his neck. What was more noticable was his white-out eyes, vacant of any irises or life, but a sadistic grin was present to show he was very much alive. Easily over ten feet tall, with massive tank-sized muscles, his skin was flowing with sickly green energy over gargantuan form that dwarfed even Bojack's.
It was all that Bujin could do from falling onto his haunches in terror, as the psychically manifested avatar of Broly entered Bujin's mind, as he stalked towards him with massive steps forward.
"I choose you to be the first of my victims," a distorted, carnal growl came out of the wickedly smiling titan's mouth, ringing within Bujin's mind and ears, as a large fist bowled into his gut...
When the force officially sent the air out of his lungs, everything became clear, as Gohan launched an effective right hook into his midriff, discharging a large blast of kinetic energy with his Ki into his gut, grinding across the surface of his green skin. When fully twisted, Gohan propelled Bujin across the horizon, with the sound of astounding thunder, and the wake of a golden-enraptured aura of a rocket that sent him flying through nearly a mile of structures, before crashing into the base of another skyscraper.
Feeling himself cough up blood, Bujin barely felt any sensation in his body. He could definitely feel that was damage he couldn't shrug off, even at max power. Bujin had never been so humiliated, not since the Kais imprisoned him and his brothers and sister in arms into the epicenter of the star with their leader. Even as vile bile, saliva, and violet blood flowed between his clenched teeth and down his chin, he couldn't help but become overwrought with rage and borderline despair.
As Gohan shimmered into view, nary a few meters in front of him, he wrenched himself up to his feet, staggering as he did so. As his upper body hung over, he chuckled in a raspy, hoarse tone, showing that he was on his last legs. There was no more hope but his greatest technique he developed within the half year of freedom they planned this mission. He knew it would crush the brat, but he might not keep the Island intact. In this case, he knew Bojack would kill him.
"Better to die by his hands, than by this Saiyan child's I say," Bujin thought as his eyes widened with focus. Rearing his arms back, his body began to bulge dramatically, as veins protruded all across his bare head, torso, and limbs, as he fixated an intent glare upon Gohan, "you have left...me...no choice...but to give up my life...in order...to kill you...Son Gohan...RRRRRRR...RRRRRRRRRRR...RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
His body's height doubled, then doubled again, each time the cloth barely was kept in sync with his unbelievable ascension in height and mass. Muscles bulged, his chin widened, and his mass that burned a bright white-violet aura around his titanic form continued to grow. By the time the transformation had ended, his body had reached to the height of a skyscraper, and his width was nearly double that. With nothing but huge muscles and unknown strength at his disposal Bujin chuckled deeply as he fixated his eyes down at his infetestimally smaller enemy.
Like David and Goliath, the battle looked dire for the lesser sized boy and the much larger giant.
"I'm going to squash you under my heel, little Saiyan," Bujin chuckled with a voice almost equitable to thunder, as he prepared to end the fight once and for all.
Bido glared at the two humans who blindsided him. As he powered up, his jacket ripped off from the force, revealing a much more muscularly defined set of pectorals and a defined abdomen. Flexing his triceps and biceps, his sickly green skin hummed as a violet-black aura wrapped around him. With a flaming red Mohawk that glistened just as brightly as his greenish-hued skin, Bido's power had granted him an astronomical boost in power.
Tien and Yamcha recognized that fact immediately, even upon choosing him for the two of them to fight.
Upon the battle igniting for the two humans vs the hulking monster before them, it began immediately without banter or pause.
Tien took up a stance to point at Bido, charging a crackling spurt of yellow Ki, before discharging it with rapid speed and penetrative power towards him, "Dodon Ray!"
Bido's body reflexively bent to the side, rushing forth to punch Tien straight in the jawline. He was only interrupted when a condensed orange sphere of energy rushed forward and struck him in the face, giving Tien enough time to grapple the arm, and hurtle him over his shoulder, igniting his aura of silver energy just as Yamcha did for himself.
Bido rolled over with a sadistic grin on his red-bearded face, as he flew towards the two warriors with a higher rate of speed, smashing both of his arms with a double clothesline strike to their upper bodies, rocketing his form through over a dozen structures, his body jettisoning forth to ram them through each of them, and inflict as much damage as he could.
Then, they spoke in unison a definitive cry, "KAIO-KEN!"
KRAK-KOOM! Within an explosion of red energy, the two halted Bido's movement, pushing him back long enough, to allow the two of them to backpedal a good dozen feet away from the massive monster.
"HA! So even the humans learned the god-king's technique, eh?! It won't save you from me!" Bido spoke with recognition, visibly remembering King Kai's use of it against Bojack, having failed even in the end to stop their leader as one of the more powerful gods of the universe. What could two humans do with a technique like that?
"Yamcha," Tien whispered to him, his three eyes turning to meet Yamcha's two in response, "I know you haven't mastered the Kaio-ken to the degree Krillin and I have. Don't push yourself, or this could get worse a lot quicker for you."
"Don't talk down to me, Tien! I can handle myself," Yamcha spoke back with a bit of grit, veins began to protrude along his skin as he concentrated on expanding and raising the amount of Ki flowed through his body, brightening the aura, causing it to white out his eyes with silver-red hues devoid of irises, "I am going to give 100% this time around! You should do the same!"
"Right," Tien spoke with acknowledgement, as he himself pushed to the maximum he could afford. They couldn't afford to dance around this guy, being as strong as he was. They had to power up to the max and deal as much damage within a short amount of time. With that said, Tien himself began to strengthen and bolster his Kaio-ken to the maximum he could take it, being much higher than Yamcha's, causing his body to be ripped with massive bulging muscles, and crackling crimson tendrils ebbing from his skin. His own eyes were wiped away by crimson-white flares of light, as his forehead became perforated with bulging veins with concentration.
"KAIO-KEN, MAXIMUM!" Tien shouted out aloud as a rolling storm of crimson flame emblazoned his figure and colored his body blood red. The force dispersed the air with immense force and broke the earth beneath him.
"KAIO-KEN, FULL POWER!" While less intense, Yamcha burst of red Ki ignited the air as well, making him more than a challenge to the bulked-up Herasian that stood before them. Growling aloud, he gave off an intimidating visage almost uncharacteristic for himself, as his red glowing eyes fixated with an intense glare upon Bido's person.
Bido himself was stunned in the face of such immense power. Within just a few seconds ago, he had easily took their hits with no affect, and hurtled them around like rag dolls. Now, they were easily on par, if not much higher strength than his own. Had mere mortals...surpassed gods?!
With the moment of daze enrapturing his dim-witted mind, it gave all the opening Tien needed, as he rushed forth and planted a swift elbow strike to his abdomen. With a loud crack of broken air pressure, Bido felt himself lurch forward and gape, the pain being incredulous to be possible to comprehend. Wasn't he supposed to be stronger than them?
"WOLF FANG FIST!" Yamcha roared out with enhanced vocal chords, as he caught the stunned Bido in the face with a snap kick, following with a furious flurry of punches and kicks, railing them all over his body with a series of popping cracks of bio-electricity and broken air currents. Bido was helpless to do anything but raise his arms to block against the incessant assault.
Lost to the haze of adrenaline, Yamcha pushed back Bido for a good twenty meters of distance, cracking the air while glaring heatedly at his newfound nemesis, growling and roaring out like a beast. Bido felt the pops of hyper-friction and force break the structures around him before he even barreled through them by his current attacker.
Pulling back after nearly 30 seconds of endless assault, Yamcha propelled himself up into the air, sticking his right hand up while clasping his forearm as he charged an attack.
Meanwhile, Tien himself switched off, swinging his knee to strike Bido's upraised forearm, followed up with a haymaker to the face, causing the giant to stumble backwards. The force of Tien's strikes were a lot more prominently placed and packed a bit more force, speed, and focus than Yamcha, but came a bit more seldom. Bido found that he could withstand the strikes to a certain point, but he hoped that they wouldn't continue their assault. At the way it was going, they may cripple from the pain they'll inflict on his body.
Just as suddenly as the other man pulled out, so too did the bald fighter, just as a wrecking ball sized sphere of orange-white-red energy rushed forward. Making contact with Bido's outstretched palms, it blew him off his feet for a good fifty meters. The heat stung the edge of the Herasian's finger tips, and the strain within his muscles was apparent. Despite them being non-Saiyans, the humans had risen to a level where they were surpassing him at every turn.
With a sudden twitch of rage upon Bido's upper brow, he slammed his heels into the earth, stopping dead in its tracks. Struggling, visibly emphasized with bulging veins perforated all across his muscular body, Bido pushed the ball of energy one step after another, trying to keep sending it back one foot at a time.
It surprised Yamcha that despite the force he was forcing the ball with he exerted in addition, he couldn't push him any farther. In fact, the idea that the Herasian was pushing back against both the ball of condensed and focused energy, as well as the invisible tether of force that added to its momentum, was uncanny and proved to be a testament to the Galaxy Soldier's true strength.
POW! "HRAAA!" Bido then took one fist back and struck it with incredible force, so much so, that Yamcha loss momentary control over the transparent harness that allowed him to guide his Super Spirit Ball.
But Tien was quick to react, clasping his hands together, before shaping it into a triangular shape and homing in upon the ball heading their way. As the lens of Ki focused upon the exact center of the incoming mass of volatile orange-white energy heading their way, he took a deep in hale, and then a deep exhale, before discharging his technique.
With a sudden shout, "TRI-BEAM, HA!" Tien fired a diamond-shaped blast of intricate yellow energy, soaring with immense velocity and barely recognizable speed, as it rocketed towards the incoming mass of energy. Modified to a degree it would not hit a explosive spot, Tien's Tri-Beam smacked the ball of energy and sent it hurtling back at Bido.
"Oh hell," Bido snarled, as he put all of the strength he had into the soles of his feet, jettisoning himself up into the air, avoiding the ball entirely. With a vicious gleam in his eyes, he charged energy into either hand, ready to discharge twin orbs of emerald Ki back at his enemies.
However, he had completely forgot the fact that Yamcha's Super Spirit Ball was manipulated by him...and when Tien struck it back forward, his tether was reattached allowing it to zoom diagonally up and backwards, directly into the backside of Bido. His eyes bulged as his voice howled in pain, even as Yamcha swung it down towards Tien's direction.
"Hey, Tien! Up for a game of ball?!" Yamcha asked with a smile, even as his eyes glowed with an inhuman pleasure in causing so much misery to his enemy.
"Sure thing!" Tien smiled back, jettisoning his body forward with enough momentum to meet the descending Bido. Cupping his fists together, he struck the large figure back up into the air, along with the Super Spirit Ball, jumping up with them and repeating the process several more times. With the gargantuan sized ball of red-orange energy pinning his backside, the Herasian could only brace his body for each impact, each one being stronger than the last, number up to six punts in total.
Tien then pushed his passively glowing body to scream up and around to the top of the Super Spirit Ball. Holding both fists over his head, her combined a lot of latent energy around his hands, before striking it fully.
KA-POW! Like a deified hammer smashing an anvil of fire and light, a mighty crack of red lightning projected in between the space of the Super Spirit Ball. Soaring down with incredible momentum, the explosion that unfolded before the two's eyes, momentarily blinding them as ground below buckled, rolled, and became decimated within a single fireball of massive proportions.
Panting, Tien felt his Kaio-ken aura defuse, and his body burn up like it was on fire. With sweat beading across his massive frame, it was all he could do to lower himself down slowly, only to be caught by Yamcha. Looking over, the exhausted man smiled weakly as Yamcha had only lowered his Kaio-ken a notch to his personal multiplication, and still looked like he could keep going.
"I don't know how you have such great Ki control, Yamcha, but you sometimes even put Krillin to shame when it comes to manipulating energy so much longer than the rest of us," Tien spoke admittedly as he felt himself tap onto the ground.
"Well, I'm obviously the most talented guy on the team, so what you expect?" Yamcha chuckled in a jocular manner. However, their chuckles were halted short, as they saw the distant figure emerge from the pillar of smoke and flames, "you got to be kidding me?! He's still alive?!"
With a brief shimmering movement, Bido appeared before them with an angry scowl on his face. His Mohawk had been burnt by the explosion, his skin scarred and burn all across his shoulders, upper chest, and arms. Yet somehow, he stood, with only half of his strength diminished form the blast and the beatings that he took. The violet-black aura burned as darkly as the glare in his eyes towards the two humans standing before him.
"You're dead meat!" Bido snarled as he rushed forward, to execute the ones who caused him so much pain.
The battle between Super Namek and Super Herasian began within the moment that the latter gave his orders to his subordinates.
Piccolo shimmered out of view in sync with Bojack, meeting him up in the air, his fist striking an upraised elbow. While they both exerted contrasting auras, one of blue-white, and the other vibrant violet-black, the Namekian knew all too well that he was on the underhanded position of the battle set before him. Like his time spent fighting against Freiza in his Second Form or Cell in his Imperfect Form, every time he engaged in a battle where he was outclassed, he knew that it was only with his cunning and strategy that he had a chance making a dent in the enemy.
This time would be no different.
"You're going down, Bojack!" Piccolo growled out, as he retracted his fist, and swung up a snap kick, caught by Bojack's opposing palm with relative ease. He glared at the smile that was projected by the monster set before him.
"Oh by all means, do try," Bojack taunted, as he pulled the Namekian with incredible force, before throwing him directly into the rubble that remained of the cathedral, "it makes it all the more enjoyable for me when I watch you weep in despair, cry in agony, and stare at me with eyes of despair, void of all hope. After all, I am a harbinger of destruction. I enjoy the sight of death, agony, and suffering around me. This...is no different than the hundreds of worlds I've-"
CRACK! Caught in mid-monologue, not having paid attention to the fact of the swift rebound Piccolo had upon the earth, an elongated arm snapped up at swift speeds and clocked him in the chin with a powerful snap of colliding force, before snapping back with a swift retraction.
"Shut your trap and fight!" Piccolo yelled out, shimmering out of view from the ground, before reappearing before Bojack, renewing a vicious flurry of punches and kicks towards the Herasian ringleader's form. The claps of thunder produced within the sky were only enriched by the sparks of light from the colliding and battling auras that the two warriors held vibrantly close to their skin and clothes.
As Bojack came in for a punch, Piccolo narrowly dodged to the right, before his eyes flashed a bright light that stunned the Herasian bandit. Following up, Piccolo channeled energy to his antennae, discharging a wave of paralytic energy into Bojack's form, incapacitating him further. Not bother to waste any movement, Piccolo reared back his head, and then released a mouth-full of yellow energy, striking Bojack fully, hurtling him across the skyline and into a nearby skyscraper, exploding a good portion of its surface.
Halting a good dozen meters, Piccolo kept his body in a ready stance, as Bojack's form emerged. With only a few scrapes marred upon his frame, his clothes seemed to have suffered more damage than actual harm done to him. A testament to it was the fluctuating violet-black aura that rippled up and over his skin. It was at this point, Piccolo realized what happened.
"You managed to erect a barrier the moment before you struck the skyscraper face, didn't you?" Piccolo queried aloud.
Bojack chuckled in knowing, rolling his neck side to side, popping it audibly as he observed him, "You're sharp. A lot smarter maybe than the god-king I fought against? It won't save you. You're about as strong as he is, maybe even stronger, without even the aide of a Kaio-ken. The legend of Super Namekians are true after all. I guess I'll have to play a little harder then..."
"Why can't you just-NGH?!" Piccolo tried speak further, but found his face clamped hard by a sudden large muscular hand, gripping his face in a vice grapple. Then, a point blank blast of green energy flowed outwards, but low enough that it didn't do much more than stun Piccolo and burn his skin. As he coughed, Bojack elbowed him in the chest with immense force, causing his eyes to bulge, forcing him to fall to the earth far below, met by descending double kick into his backside, creating a immensely sized crater beneath his feet.
"I'm barely getting started," Bojack spoke with a bored, mocking tone, letting off his feet from the Namekian's back, before reaching to grasp him by the collar, yanking him up to look at his cold smile and dark eyes, "don't tell me you're quitting, are you?"
"Ma...Ma..." Piccolo uttered, as his head hung and his body appeared limp in Bojack's grip.
"Hm?" Bojack arched a brow in curiosity, as he leaned his pointed ear to listen to what Piccolo was trying to say, "you said something?"
KRAK-KOOM! A violent blast of blue-white energy blasted from Piccolo's form, causing Bojack to lose his grip and stumble back. Piccolo smiled darkly as he leaped towards the wide-eyed Bojack, shoving both palms forward, as he would generate a orb of yellow energy in both hands, "DOUBLE MASENKO!"
A dazzlingly large and bright discharge of twin fissures of yellow energy struck Bojack without warning, bowling him over, and thrust him across town square into a string of desolated shopping buildings, devoid of any actual people or items of interest within, so the explosion wrought no emotional consequence that followed in an magnanimous display of power.
"That looked like it hurt," 17 stated dryly, as he whizzed into view and standing directly next to Piccolo's slightly tattered and bruised form. Observing him up and down, he smirked pointedly, "then again, it looks like he did a number on you too, so I guess it was earned."
"If you're done talking big, I have a plan," Piccolo spoke with a roll of his eyes.
"I'm all ears, big guy," 17 spoke with a cocky grin, pocketing his hands into his jean pockets, "just tell this cowboy what he needs to do."
"You have the advantage of limitless stamina and energy, as well as being incapable of being sensed. I want you to throw as many unpredictable strikes as you can to keep him off balance. That'll buy me enough time to give him some real damage," Piccolo spoke with a low tone, smiling at the end at the ideas racing through his head.
"Distraction? Meh, sounds lame. But then again this guy is like Cell on steroids, so I'll take your advice," 17 spoke with a confident smile, grabbing the tip of his hat, before throwing it up dramatically as he prepared himself for battle, "after all, I'd hate to be in your position..."
"Don't rub it in, kid!" Piccolo grunted as he settled into a fighting stance, as Bojack rushed forth from the ground zero of his impact zone, "here he comes!"
Shimmering out of view, 17 moved into the shadows the best he could, to avoid a direct confrontation outright.
When Bojack appeared before Piccolo, he had a snarl plastered onto his face that spoke volumes of his anger towards Piccolo, "You cheeky bastard...I'll kill you slowly for that last attack!"
"Funny, I pegged you as the kind of man that would have done so anyways," Piccolo jeered, as he rushed forth and renewed his clash with the gypsy pirate king once more.
Piccolo found his fists meeting Bojack's, sending reverberations of pain down his limb, which he forced to work past. Even if Bojack was stronger than him, he'd match him blow for blow. He'd hold him off, and do his best to take him down, until one of the others could help him out. So, he pushed past the irritating sensation of pain, and thrust out a snap kick, forcing Bojack to sidestep away and break the knuckle lock.
Blazing with a holy aura, Piccolo charged with a roar, swinging his legs and fists to renew the struggle between them. Movements of their limbs blurred and distorted, moving too fast for the ordinary eye to see, the shockwaves peeled the concrete off the earth around them, shattering glass a solid mile around them, and sent flourishing ripples of crackling air pressure from the flashes of energized light generated between the two of them.
"I'm impressed you can hold your own like this. I haven't found an equal in combat since the god-king or his master," Bojack spoke with a reveling smile, speaking volumes of his enjoyment with his clash with the Namekian, "sadly, I don't think you can keep up with me for much longer."
"I don't need to keep up with you," Piccolo smiled wryly, as he suddenly withdrew with a back flip, forming two golden orbs in his before firing them at him, then began throw them in quick succession, "HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!"
Bojack narrowed his eyes at the incoming blasts, all of them soaring at him from various angles. As he leaped up into the air to the dodge the initial miss-fires, that flowed beneath him. Then, he saw a number of blasts come from up above, causing his eyes to widen with genuine surprise. When did someone get above him to fire a barrage?
Then, he realized the plan. He became completely entombed within a massive ring of yellow orbs, each one of them packing a powerful explosive yield.
In unison, the voice of 17 above and Piccolo below, shouted in sync, "HELLZONE GRENADE!"
As all the blasts began to close in on Bojack, a cacophony of thunderous impacts were made at its epicenter. Causing a series of rolling explosions to emerge forth from the space of which the two aimed for.
Unfortunately, it wasn't realized until too late, that the explosions didn't come from the impacts they made upon Bojack's figure. Much rather, they were all being bounced around by the rapidly swung fists and feet of the Herasian, all of them detonating away from his form and reducing any damage preformed upon him to mere deafening shockwaves that riddled his body.
As the explosions all died down, Bojack was confronted by 17 once again, appearing behind him within a distinctive shimmering movement of super-speed. Swinging his legs around for a double kick to be planted at the his lower back, he propelled himself away from a retaliatory swipe from Bojack by discharging a stream of Reverse Kamehameha energy from his feet, sending him staggering into a vicious knee kick into his back.
Now Bojack had to worry about two opponents of skills that both cautioned and perplexed him. Every time he turned around to deal with Piccolo, he found 17 annoyingly striking at his more vulnerable spots, sending light jabs of pain running down his skin. When he reacted, more brutal blows would be dealt by the Namekian, causing him to have to switch from giving his full strength to one or the other, he had to focus on the two unpredictable enemies set before him.
"And here I thought Vegeta was the only problematic entity here," Bojack thought with dark humor.
However, in the midst of the brutal exchange, Bojack had managed to catch one of Piccolo's legs, and swing him around to meet 17 in the side, propelling the Android a good ten meters away with a crackling pop. The Namekian would find himself smashed into the earth, kicked into it until he would find himself barreling into the sewage that ran underneath the mock city, a vast crater of cracked concrete and asphalt surrounding him at the epicenter.
"I'll be back in a moment for you, Super Namekian," Bojack clucked his tongue down towards the groaning Piccolo, as he turned to walk purposely slow towards the wincing and gasping 17.
His jacket had been ripped and dirtied from the encounter, with his jeans and shirt being in similar condition. Blood dripped down his cheek, as he nursed his side from where Piccolo's body had struck him.
"So, machine-man, had enough?" Bojack asked with a cruel smile, his body sporting little to damage from the several bruises adorning his blue skin that showed beyond his unique choice in clothing, "or do you want me to end it now?"
"Actually," 17 clasped his hands so his finger tips and thumbs would touch, crackling with intensity, as he continued to pour forth energy into the recesses of space between his palms, "I got one more trick that might do it. Just give me a few seconds and I'll reach full power. Think you can take it, or are ya a scaredy cat, big man?!"
"An interesting proposal," Bojack spoke with feigned interest, quickly shifting it into a cruel smile. Raising a hand, he began to power up a large green-white sphere of energy in front of him, that made 17's brow sweat with nervousness, "but I think I'll pass. Say goodnight, little worm-"
"RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The roaring voice of Piccolo jolted Bojack out of his concentration. Shifting his gaze over his head, he gaped as the once evenly height Namekian was now a giant. Not only was he coiled with a bright aura of blue-white energy. With a swivel of his right hand, braced by his left hand, Piccolo's magnified voice roared out, "GIANT MASENKO!"
It was to Bojack's chagrin, that 17 also fired simultaneously to Piccolo's attack, "LIGHT GRENADE!"
As the immense pillar of energy struck Bojack dead on, along with the exploding fissure of energy the bullet caused, an explosion of magnanimous proportions detonated between the two combatants, knocking them off their feet, and annihilating town square, as well as the elevator that was their original exit to the surface of the stadium.
As the entirety had faded into a blast of white-yellow light, it was unclear whom would come out unscathed, and who would suffer the consequences of the blast...
A/N: End Part I
For those who've read this chapter when it was a big clump of words, let me just say that after seeing several reviewers work up the nerve to tell me that it was a chore for them to read, I began reconsidering how this chapter was laid out. Asking a few opinions here and there, while the overall public didn't mind the mass of Epic action, it might be tiring for someone to read THAT much in one sitting. So in immediate affect, I'm dividing Chapter 7 into three parts, thus making Chapters 7-9 ABOUT the original Chapter 7.
In this manner, those who would like to re-read this awesome piece of epic action, now you know why its been remodeled and for what purpose. I'll attach my original end thoughts of the original chapter on the 3rd Act/Part on Chapter 9.
For future reference, I'll try not to go that high again, just so I can keep your interest invested enough and you enjoy it all the same.