I know that Boros is not necessarily this strong, but in this au? He is.
Days until Boros arrives: 0
Days until the end of the world: 30
The skies of A-city darkened as a colossal, kilometers long purple spaceship descended. The vessel resembling an enormous tooth.
And as the people of the city looked up, a hush fell, cars slowed and pets stopped barking.
But the silence did not last long. For panicked screaming rushed to replace it while desperate people frantically dialed the Heroes Association number while the members of said organization looked out of their windows within the central building, faces grim.
"Is…is this the prophecy? I-it's too soon!"
"Let us hope not. Alert the heroes."
"Already on it, sir!"
"…good."
"Ahh…Fresh air," the tall, muscular figure stared at the sky as he stood on top of his boss and friend's spaceship. Taking it in, breathing the clean, non recycled, non artificial air. And his multitude of blood-red eyes creased in joy.
For not even the stench of pollution could dim his joy.
Cause after more than twenty years mostly spent on the road, with only the occasional stop to pillage and plunder…well, after so long, a man learned to grab opportunities as they came and not let go!
And after Boros—hopefully—had his fun, and, hopefully, had his spirit awakened once more? Well, if the stars aligned, the man would be amenable to an extended shore leave for the crew.
Not a vacation.
Of course not.
Definitely.
But, if Melzargard had to spend a couple more years cooped up in that hunk of metal? Well, he just might start biting off heads! And then no doubt his friend would come and kill him and everyone would be even more sad. So, it'd be best for everyone if Boros allowed the whole crew to relax and unwind a bit.
So—
"Ka~ka~ka! Intruders?"
A nasal, laughing voice made him blink and turn his gaze to the side with a scowl.
"Nuisance…" he muttered with a scowl, for the wizened looking newcomer had gone and ruined the ambiance.
"Ka~ka~ka!" the red skinned white-haired elder cackled. "You'll make for a fine start to my plan to claim the surface for my daughter! Ka~ka~ka!" and, flapping his two sets of dark wings, the man-thing, his entourage of flying pests in tow, dived towards him. "Dieeee!"
"Tsk."
Melzardgard, his good mood thoroughly ruined by the weakling, raised an arm and slashed through the air. The kinetic blast enough to condense and propel the wind into a nigh invisible crescent-shaped blade of air.
One which not only bisected the winged pest before it could even blink. But the force behind it also blasted apart its body.
"P-papa?"
Eridia turned concerned eyes towards her frozen, wide-eyed daughter. "Eh? What is it little…feather…" and then she felt the connection dim and vanish. "No…"
"Ahahaha! Yes. YEEEEES!"
"M-my king!"
"N-No!"
Two of the now dead pest's attendants cried in shock, hovering in the air and Melzardgard grinned, before with a light kick, he jumped and appeared before the first of the two, a humanoid female.
"Don't worry," he purred, cocking back a fist, and the weakling turned terrified eyes towards him, slowly. Oh, so slowly. "You'll be joining him soon~" he punched and, the as the weakling turned to soup, kicked again through the air, and pulped the second guard and then mowed down the rest.
"Hmf! How boring…" he said, landing back atop the spaceship and shaking his bald head as blood and gore rained down on the metal all around him. "Weaklings. All of them…"
And they'd gone and gotten him all excited, too.
"I really need something to kill…" he murmured, only to wince and raise his left arm to his ear-hole."
"Yeah? Well then, how about you stop lazing about and go down to the surface and do your job? Namely reconnaissance and dealing with any advance guard sent by the planet's residents? Eh?"
"Dammit Geryuganshoop! I hear you. No need to shout!"
"I can do louder if I want to," his friend sent, as he threatened, louder. Only this time doing so through his telepathic gifts instead of utilizing the tiny transmitter.
"Sheesh! I'm going you pest!" he said with a grumble and leaped, clearing the side of the spaceship, falling, and then, as he reached the end of the ship's metal wall, he stretched out with an arm, grasping, and utilizing his momentary hold as a pivot to propel himself underneath the ship and landing below it and near its center.
Panicked screams reaching him as under his foots a curious metal contraption crumbled. No doubt, some kind of vehicle.
"Out of the question."
"But mistress, why?"
Fubuki turned cold, unyielding eyes towards her, and Lily let out a whimper.
"Because this is an alien invasion, Lily—"
"All the more reason I should come then—"
"Exactly the opposite!" Fubuki growled. "We have no idea how strong they are—"
"But I've grown stronger!" she shouted, her white ki aura flaring to life around her in response to her emotions. "And I can—Eep!"
Only to freeze as with a growl, Fubuki raised her arm, an aura of green intermixing with the esper's own white one.
"And you still can't stand against me, not even the old me, much less the current me. And Lily, we both know I'm no match for my sister, or Yuha. Hell, I might not be of much help. So, I'm sorry for how harsh it might sound, but of what use would you be?"
Tears welled up in the corners of Lily's eyes as Fubuki's cold expression thawed and the woman shot her an apologetic smile.
"I'm sorry, Lily. I can't take that risk. Besides, think how sad both Yuha and the brat would be if anything happened to you, much less me…" Fubuki released her and Lily turned her head and glared at the living room's wall, a sigh reaching her ears. "I'm sorry, Lily…maybe next time."
And then her mistress left, leaving her all alone in the apartment, and for a couple of minutes Lily sat and stewed on a couch, wavering in between obeying Fubuki's orders or going out to help.
Memories of her b-b-boyfriend and how heroic he'd looked all those times he'd helped people and herself, flashed through her mind and, gritting her teeth, Lily stood up from the couch, making a fist, her ki erupting around her.
She grinned and failed to notice the threads of green intermixing with her aura.
"Screw her orders! I'm going to go and help and—"
"Mmh. No, not today you aren't," a sweet, feminine, alluring voice said behind her. A familiar voice.
Spinning around in surprise, ready to fight, a gasp left Lily's lips as she beheld a familiar blue-haired eyeglasses wearing woman, her green eyes fixed upon her.
"Psyk—"
But the woman raised her arm, and Lily froze again.
"Seriously, to think you would have gone and done that?!" the woman shook her head. "No, definitely can't have that. For our ~beloved~ will be just fine without you sacrificing yourself. Yuha is made of sterner stuff than that," the woman said with a silly smile while Lily blinked in incomprehension.
Beloved? Yuha? Sacrifice? What is she—
But she wouldn't get her answers. For Psykos eyes glowed, and she felt her eyelids growing heavy.
"Go to sleep," the long-haired beauty ordered, and it was so.
Psykos let out a sigh as she carefully deposited the young flower back to the couch, placing her so as to ensure Lily's comfort and shaking her head as she went about ensuring the girl had the correct memories.
Namely, that she'd decided to heed the President's order and, due to being more tired than she'd thought, fell asleep.
"Seriously," she murmured as she stood up and, crossing her arms, glared at Lily. "You can stand to be a little less foolhardy, sheesh!"
Psykos sighed, and with one last check, turned and floated out of the same window she'd come in and the same one the President had flown out of a few minutes before.
Oh, she'd love to stay and bask in the President's essence and scent but…
"Gkh!" she raised her right palm and massaged her throbbing temple. Feeling her sight dimming even as her rapidly growing power did its best to keep up. With hasty movements, she reached with her left hand towards a pouch on her belt, flipping it open and with a green glow retrieved a bit of the dust like substance inside, bringing it to her nose and sniffing it.
"Ah~" causing her sight to broaden once more and she giggled.
For her ~hubbie's~ memories had been right. The smell unique to each individual.
Psykos smelled cinnamon, yes. But mixed with it, she also smelled Yuha~
The smile stretching across her lips dimmed, and she sighed. For the merciless ticks of the clock continued, and she had about a dozen other fires to put out to ensure her, no, their, Golden Path…
Have I done enough? Am I adequately prepared?
Paying little attention to the game on the screen or the controller in his hands, Yuha continued to ponder…and to worry.
For he knew the answer.
And he didn't like it.
Not one bit.
Yes, his power had continued to grow on its own these past few days.
A glance at his overlaid hud, courtesy of his vi, showed his base strength to be at 2.1k.
An impressive amount by most metrics.
After all, with the exceptions of various freaks of nature, both in this world and the Dbz one, Yuha now stood head and shoulders above most beings.
Without his various 'equalizers' like God Ki, Kaio-ken, or that.
His training with Garou had been useful for something, at least…
And yet, even with all that.
Yuha didn't feel ready, plain and simple.
Oh yes, with some luck, Boros would be around Saiyan Saga Vegeta's level and so, Yuha would be able to clap the alien's cheeks with ease…no homo. But…luck rarely favored him and so he rather doubted that would be the case.
Oh, if only I had but a couple more weeks to prepare…
But he did not. Any day, nay, any minute now could be when Boros arrived and—
"Huh. You've won."
Blinking and turning towards the surprised King, Yuha glanced at the tv screen, and his chosen fighter standing tall and proud over his friend's downed one.
"I guess I did…" he said, voice hollow, not liking this one bit.
'Bzzzt'
'Bzzzt'
Glancing at one another, and then at their phones, a dreadful premonition filled Yuha.
King reached for his phone first.
"King here," he said, growl in place. And the man's eyes immediately widened, his face paling. "Uh-huh. I see, I see…worry not, Zero is with me, yes, we'll deal with it. King out."
The blond turned towards him as Yuha's phone stopped ringing.
"Y-y-yuha! A-a-aliens! Hiiii!" he squeaked and Yuha felt his stomach drop.
Fuck.
So, the time had come then.
Lowering his eyes and glancing at his clenched right fist, a bitter snort escaped his lips.
"Y-yuha?"
Some perfect being I am…
For despite his training, despite his efforts. His mastery of God Ki…wasn't.
After all, compared to what the multiplier should be, namely an enormous five thousand…Yuha, after the last couple days spent in frantic preparation and with little time with his girls…he could manage an enormous…one hundred.
Sure, impressive by most standards, especially when one considered just where he'd started and been but a month before.
But would it be enough?
At least…at least I have that as well…
The other result of his training with Garou. Well, that and the fact that he could now somewhat utilize kaio-ken in combination with God Ki.
Even if the strain was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before and he could wield his 'full' strength for a short time…
It will have to be enough…
For everyone's future depended on him. Him!
And I'm a poor Saitama…
Sighing, he glanced at his pale friend.
"King, please tell me you've trained," he asked, and watching the man wince, Yuha's shoulders slumped. "I thought so…"
"W-well, I did train!" the man said and a spark of hope blossomed in Yuha's chest. "Not much, mind you. But…"
Brows furrowing, Yuha scanned the man and couldn't help but snort. Whether in surprise or disappointment, he knew not.
For King had indeed trained and grown stronger.
His powerlevel having jumped to a nice, round ten.
Which, admittedly, bordered on the edge of the superhuman, but, in noway would it be enough to—
"And I also further refined my skill with that technique."
That…that could help!
"Really? That's great news! How—"
"I can now push it all the way to 200!"
Yuha's smile froze and a mix of emotions flashed across his face.
"Yuha?"
On the one hand, impressive. Absurdly impressive! On the other, he felt envy the likes of which he'd felt few times in his life and on the gripping tentacle…
He feared this wouldn't be enough.
"That's…that's impressive," he croaked at last and King flashed him a smile belonging to a pure innocent maiden and not a scary-looking Yakuza man.
"Is it?! I'm glad!"
"Let's go, King," he said instead, rising to his feet and, with a gulp, King did too, roaring and powering up.
The man's shirt coming apart as King's muscles bulged and a purple aura intermixed with the red one of his kaio-ken and King's future turned sharp, his eyebrows thinning and his brow ridges protruding.
"I'm ready," the man said, a wild bloodthirsty grin on his face.
'Ba-dump! Ba-dump!'
And as King's 'engine' slammed into Yuha, he winced. For with his God Ki active, the thing felt rather more ominous than before.
More alien.
And underneath it all, deep within its depths. An alien cadence beat in tune to the beat of King's heart.
Gritting his teeth and ignoring it for now, he took a step closer and clasped King on the shoulder.
"Focus on helping the other heroes and dealing with the smaller fries. Leave…leave their boss to me," he said with a swallow and confidence he did not feel.
"Boss?" King muttered.
And Yuha shook his head. "Forget about it for now, at any case, King…"
"Y-yeah?"
"If I fail, if we fail and you survive? Please train. Train seriously for you, my friend have potential the likes of which I've scarcely seen before. The future of the world might very well depend upon you," he said and King stared at him with wide eyes.
"Yuha, I…"
"Just preparing for all eventualities," he said and shook his head. "Now, put your game face on, it's show time," he murmured and, focusing his senses, reaching with spectral fingers towards A-city, he found Tatsumaki, Fubuki and even his Master as well as a couple of other familiar figures and, putting two fingers on his temple, they vanished.
"Pffft!"
"G-garou!"
Wiping his chin and removing the stuck grains of rice, he stared with bulging eyes at the tv-screen before shaking his head and turning towards the woman siting across the table's booth.
The long-haired blond beauty with a face half covered in rice and saliva, alternating between glaring and pouting at him.
"I—" he squashed his instinctual urge to reply with some brash comment and lowered his head, even clapping his palms in front of him as he did.
"Sorry, Kiiro, I just…" sighing, and raising his head, staring at the miffed woman's eye he nodded towards the tv. "I think…I think I need to go."
"Eh? What?" and as the woman started to turn, Garou's perceptions speed up, and as the woman's eyes slowly widened staring at the tv and the massive spaceship hovering over A-city, Garou leaned across the table, his hands darting forward, one removing the stuck grains of rice, the other wiping the beauty's face with a bunch of paper napkins.
He couldn't do much about her stained white blouse, though.
"O-oh…" the beauty squeaked, finally turning to face him again. "Y-yeah, they could sure use someone as strong as you…" Kiiro blinked and reached up with her left palm, patting her face. "G-garou, did you…"
Flashing her a wry grin and winking, causing her cheeks to darken, he nodded. "I clean up after my mistakes. Anyway, Kiiro, I have to go and I'll make it up to you later, ok?"
Kiiro giggled and nodded, cheeks flushed. "Go, silly~ And yes, I'd be more than happy to go on another date with you. Just, next time keep your food in your mouth~?"
"H-hey!"
She giggled, and he grumbled for a moment before sighing, and tensing.
"G-garou?"
He coughed, and his cheeks felt hot as he lowered his eyes.
"G-garou, w-what's wrong?" the nervous girl asked.
Junior must never hear of this!
Cause Garou knew, knew that the little bastard wouldn't stop roasting him over this. After all, hadn't Garou himself all but lectured the man a few days prior on how dealing with girls sapped you of energy?
Still.
He glanced at Kiiro and a silly smile spread unbidden across his face.
"Could you…" he mumbled something.
"Eh? Could I what?" the girl asked, cocking her head, before her eyes widened and she giggled. "Do you perhaps want a good luck kiss?"
Garou's cheeks burned, and he shook his head.
"Yes—No! I mean, I wouldn't mind but—"
As Kiiro broke into a renewed set of giggles, he steadied himself, breathed deeply and nodded.
"Kiiro."
"Eep! Y-yes?"
"This will sound weird and confusing to you, but, if you could repeat those words to me…" he spoke, and the girl blinked with confusion, before shrugging and doing just so with a smile and Garou felt them take effect. Only…
Smiling softly, she reached across the table and planted a peck on his cheek.
"Go, my saint~" she said and, with the sounds of her soft giggles in his ears and a fire in his heart, Garou slapped down a pair of bills on the table and raced out of the diner and towards A-city.
They appeared amidst chaos.
"What?"
And the moment they did, the hulking, gray-skinned figure's eyes swiveled towards him.
"A god? Here?" it hissed and its bubbling skin settled. "No. In that case, I can't afford to play with you and separate," the alien growled, glaring at the gathering of S-ranks nearby. "Geryuganshoop—"
"I heard!" a telepathic voice slammed down on them all like the hammer of Thor, making the S-ranks, Iaian, and even Fubuki—
What is she doing here?! Yuha thought with goggled eyed as all of them winced under the telepathic blast, Tatsumaki staring upwards and narrowing her eyes.
"Groribas!" the same voice shouted, and through the inadvertently established link, an excited, somewhat goofy voice reached.
"On my way~!" and indeed, scarcely a second after, somewhere on the ship's underbelly above, a tiny looking hatch opened up and a humongous figure slammed down next to the gray-skinned alien an instant later.
"Oho? That is indeed, a god!" the figure with sharp teeth filled mouths for hands said, surprised. "Well, no biggie, we'll deal with you just—"
"No."
A voice emanating power uttered a single word through the link.
"God of this world, come to me," The stranger said and Yuha had a good idea as to his identity…
"You guys got this?" he asked and as Groribas dashed towards him, only to be intercepted by Bang, Atomic samurai nodded towards him.
"Yeah, we got this Rookie, go and smack the invader on the head a few times for me, eh? We'll join you as soon as we deal with this rubble—gkh!"
"Are you now~?" the gray skinned, red-eyed figure purred, having smashed into Atomic Samurai, blowing him backwards.
"Melzardgard! A little help?" his friend squeaked, causing the creature, its fist raised to pause and glance at Groribas, busy fending off attacks from Bang, Metal Bat, Puri~Puri and Superalloy to name a few, and at that moment, King jumped into the fray with a roar as well.
Yuha glanced at Tatsumaki, the woman giving him a nod before dashing into Melzargard's path, stopping a blow aimed for Bang with gritted teeth.
"Don't die on me," he whispered and, peering upwards, rose like a comet, his red ki flaring pink a few times as he smashed into and through the hull. Heading for where he sensed the highest power.
I…I might be able to do this!
For Boros' power? It didn't feel that high!
"Sister…"
"Gkh! What is it, Fubuki?"
"That presence…"
"I know! But I'm a little busy here!" the strongest esper growled through their connection, fending off blows from the monstrous figure and, Fubuki clenched her fists.
"I'll deal with it," she said, and flared her power, rising towards the ship and where she'd sensed that horrible psychic presence.
"Fubuki! No…gkh! Dammit!"
She refused to remain useless!
Slamming into the hull of the ship and piercing through it like a hot knife through butter, Yuha took the opportunity as he headed towards Boros' location and crossed his arms, scowling. Imitating M. Bison's pose as he flew, even summoning his hat as he did.
Indulging himself in a bit of silliness.
After all, this might very well be the last chance I have. So, I might as well have what bits of fun I can…
Room after room, corridor after corridor, all of them flashed by in a blink as Yuha drilled through wall after wall, wide-eyed aliens staring at him in surprise as he did before at last, he emerged into a gigantic purple corridor, at the end of which lay a colossal door.
This is it!
Roaring, he slammed into the door, causing it to disintegrate under his power and Yuha came to a stop a dozen feet or so at the feet of Boros' throne, red aura blazing.
And as he did, the pink cyclops with hair reminiscent of a super saiyan smiled, revealing rows upon rows of sharp teeth as he raised his gold gauntleted hands and clapped.
"Impressive, little godling. Your strength…Yesss—" Boros closed his eyes and smiled, a jubilant expression on his lips as he stood up, his red cape fluttering behind him as the man clambered down the purple steps, behind him and above his throne an enormous core thing shining and illuminating the room as lines upon lines spread from it, some even down the sides of the steps Boros descended.
"I do believe you're this world's strongest fighter. You will do…I hope you do…" the man murmured and came to a stop in front of a weary Yuha who slipped into a defensive stance, one that even Bang would find little fault with.
"Before we fight, let us exchange names. I'm Boros the—"
"I know who you are," Yuha said. "And names Yuha, this planet's defender."
Boros blinked in surprise before his smile widened. "Is that so? Have you perhaps also received a prophecy then?"
"Something like that, yeah."
The alien laughed, the segmented golden pauldrons of his armor shaking.
"Is that so? Then I'm glad. Let us fight and enjoy ourselves, Yuha!"
Yuha inclined his head, and with a roar, kicked the alien square in the ribs with all of his God Ki infused might.
Blowing the alien invader to the left of the room, bursting apart the man's armor and turning him into chunky soup as bits and pieces of Boros landed and embedded themselves into the wall, cracking it and spreading spiderwebs all over the purple material.
This was easier than i—
A tremendous power slammed into him.
"Gkh!"
Making him wince as the bits spread across the wall gathered around a red core, and Boros reformed without his armor. Revealing a naked, pink, and very muscular figure.
"Yes!" the alien crowed, his excited grin spreading as he made a testing fist. "That's it! This is the power I wanted. Which I longed to face against! Don't disappoint me now, hero!"
The alien roared, sinking into a deep stance, his legs spread wide, his clenched bent arms at his side. Boros roared and a white aura burst into existence around him and the man's spiky hair stood up straighter, his skin darkening a little bit, his muscles swelling and the red orb in the center of his chest swelled and turned into a red eye which lackadaisically blinked open glanced upwards with affection before turning yellow, similar to the man's singular one.
And Yuha trembled.
For the power slamming into him…
It terrified him.
And coupled with a half forgotten memory from another world…
He didn't go full out! This…this must be his equivalent to the 'normal' ssj and he's already this—
"Keep up, Yuha!" Boros roared, suddenly in front of him, and a fist promising death rapidly closing in towards Yuha's wide eyes.
pl:
Cuha:
Base: 2.1k
With God Ki (100 multiplier): 210k
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Boros:
Base: 60k
"SSJ": 3m