Baby Hatchiyack crossed his arms while green plasma bolts began accumulating, centering on the gemstones on his forearms. The gemstones filled with shiny black light, shining bright enough to turn the Neo Tsufurian into a beacon even throughout the vast spacial distances. With repeated grunts, he fired smaller shiny ash destructive energy waves, forcing Chayote to dance around them with a rapid succession of snap vanishes.
Having trapped his opponent in an evasive pattern, Baby Hatchiyack vanished with a snap and appeared before Chayote, throwing a swinging kick to her face, then vanishing to appear over where she'd whizz past and overhead kick her down at the collapsing Big Gete Star, causing strong quakes throughout the alien structure. Baby Hatchiyack crossed his arms, beginning to charge another emerald energy beam in the gemstones on his forearms.
Clamoring from the bottom of her chest, Chayote burst out from the crater on the metallic floor and rushed at her opponent while he looked vulnerable. However, with a sly smirk, Baby canceled his charging and became imbued with the emerald glow, instead of channeling an energy attack. The arms of the rampant Saiyan destroyer vanished from the elbow down before filling the stage with illusory duplicates and beginning to pummel the Legendary Super Saiyan with a relentless flurry of fists. Showing vast enjoyment in his work, Baby Hatchiyack slammed Chayote back down with a double-arm ax handle slam.
"Your energy might be nigh limitless, shooting through the roof with each passing second of combat, but your body is vulnerable and easily be broken and destroyed. At this point, even if your energy surges past where I am now and leaves me behind, all that infinite power will be useless to you in a broken body," Baby Hatchiyack taunted Chayote, bringing himself lower and closer to her level with his arms crossed over his chest. "I will admit, I was curious to see if, given enough time, you could surpass my limitless power. However, it appears that your body will shatter long before that time. So typical of a Saiyan to be a complete disappointment!"
Unable to give Baby Hatchiyack a cohesive answer, Chayote just drummed out an unintelligible roar and jumped to her feet. This uncanny ability to spring her body back to life even through bone fractures and grievous internal damage did catch Baby Hatchiyack a tad off-guard. This proved to be exactly the opening Chayote needed to attack without being immediately shut down.
With whited-out eyes and a primal shout, arms wide open, Chayote charged right at an opponent who, in a rare instance, was much taller than her and matched her bulk. Before she could utilize those hammering slams of hers, Baby Hatchiyack's face became serious, and he flickered from sight. Lunging forward with a vicious right hand, the Neo Tsufurian in a perfected body that his creator crafted specifically for his peerless mind to carry the Tsufurian legacy into the future and craft a new golden age for himself plunged his arm into Chayote's solar plexus.
Completely overwhelmed, Chayote's wrathful expression changed to pain and terror and surging humanity swept her face with gentler features before her entire frame shrunk down and hung awkwardly onto the arm, plunged into her core. The blood of the Legendary Super Saiyan rapidly tapped onto the busted and shaky metallic armored plates below but, because of the heat of the malfunctioning cosmic object, it vaporized on touch with the melting-down cybernetic planetoid.
"I'd wager, based on your horrified expression, that this has never happened before. Hmm… That's odd. Looking into your pitiful eyes, you'd think that I'd be swelling with ecstasy. Seeing my mortal enemy in agony like this, witnessing their most powerful form shatter and their body struggling to keep up with the insurmountable damage it neglected in its berserk state earlier. However, it feels… Void of anything, really. So you're disappointing even in the climactic moment of my vengeance," Baby Hatchiyack scoffed before flinging Chayote to the side and pulling his fist out of her gut. With a melancholic look frozen on his monstrous face, Baby hovered high into the cosmos to where he could hardly be made out anymore.
"If I can't get my satisfaction. If my people cannot be happy knowing that the Saiyans paid for their transgressions. If I am forced to keep you alive throughout all of our history and if the Tsufurians are doomed to be denied their vengeance and just retribution, this accursed universe can all go to hell! Even if I don't much care for Dr. Lychee's Cyber-Verse, at the very least, it doesn't have to have you in it. Only through letting this gloomy universe go to waste alongside you can my people find the foundation to build a new legacy for themselves. Everything. I'll destroy everything!" Baby Hatchiyack bellowed with profound sadness as he crossed his arm and black lightning began shooting off all across the solar system, obliterating random cosmic bodies that got in their way.
In the same manner in which Baby Hatchiyack would prepare his Revenger Cannon, the merged Neo Tsufurian channeled a Revenge Death Ball filled to the brim with overwhelming sadness, grief, and regret. An energy bomb encompassing Baby's disappointment of any sense of accomplishment or joy in the sight of the Legendary Super Saiyan laying utterly crushed before him and swiftly bleeding out, his grief for his dream of reviving the Tsufurians and the regret that he couldn't find a better way than to create a new, cybernetic universe with artificial Tsufurians. Mere robotic shells of the people he embodied.
"What are you doing, you idiot!?" Vegeta barked out, ascending in front of Baby Hatchiyack. "You can't destroy Chayote, you'll doom this universe!"
"Then so be it, I'll use the Four-Stars to create the Cyber-Verse and rule over it!" Baby Hatchiyack proclaimed. "I refuse to bring my people back into a universe where they will be forced to know that the fabled icon of their slayers has to live on. If the Legendary Super Saiyan is a constant of this universe, I'd rather blow it all to hell and start my own!"
"Have you completely lost your mind!?" Vegeta flipped out, pushing himself past his aching and numb body. He had plenty of fight left in him after the separation, but even if he went Super Saiyan 2 right now, he'd fare not much better than Chayote. He knew better than to fight Baby in this state. There was only one way that the universe could still be salvaged and peace restored. That was with making peace with his hated enemy. "At this range, you'll destroy the Big Gete Star and all the rest of the stars! You'll have nothing but an empty void of nothing! Even if you'll survive it, all you'll have is an eternity to wallow in your self-loathing and failure!"
"So you won again, King Vegeta! The dreadful Saiyan savages scored another victory. Have it your way, if you must. If it's so essential to you that you win every battle, I'll let you carry this moral victory to your grave!" Baby Hatchiyack bellowed, accumulating a Revenger Death Ball of unimaginable power and size. One that could obliterate the entire microcosm, the universe, and all the other realms and dimensions, leaving Baby Hatchiyack as the lone survivor to lament the fallout of his wrath.
"That's not about winning or losing, you nitwit!" Vegeta cursed, erupting with the Super Saiyan 2 shine, desperate to oppose the indomitable energy bomb until the last moment if he had to. Such was his Saiyan nature. "Just power down and hear what I have to say for once, you miserable asshole!"
"A Saiyan… Asking me to talk?" Baby Hatchiyack's radiant black aura vanished as curiosity for what this exciting new development had in store for his future banished all traces of despair and hatred that Baby put inside his Revenger Death Ball. "That is something I can't afford to ignore. Go ahead, make my day, savage."
"Cocky douchebag! You will not be making this any easier, are you?" Vegeta snickered bitterly while powering down and dragging the back of his knuckle across his slobbered lip. "Alright, I won't repeat this twice, so you better listen to this and use that impressive noggin of yours to understand everything I have to say."
"I doubt you can say anything that could even stress my boundless mental capacity, but I'll humor you. Speak your mind and make your case. A Saiyan begging for his life might just be amusing enough for me to postpone your demise," Baby Hatchiyack sneered, actually beginning to feel a hint of enjoyment out of this, as opposed to the mindless violence from earlier that he's grown numb of at this point.
"I can't believe it that Kakarot is the one who got it right, for your sake, I hope you don't let him know that but… I think he's been right all along. Look around you, what are we doing? Neither of us has been there when my ancestors committed genocide against your people. What is any of this even for? Can't we just make peace and move past the crimes that came to define our past? I've had the miserable opportunity to host your mind and share my body with you, and you certainly explored every nook and cranny of my experiences. You'll know when I'm talking out of my ass, but it won't be when I call for peace," Vegeta clenched his fists and tensed up before loosening up again and looking straight into the reflective, deep blue eyes of his foe.
"Peace? Just like that?" Baby Hatchiyack scoffed. "You don't get to do that. You don't get to fight, bite and claw, try to stop my dream at every step of the way, and then, when things look gloomy and your champion lays eviscerated before me and I bathe in her blood, beg me for forgiveness!"
"Snap out of it, you brash prick!" Vegeta growled, shoving his right fist out and shaking it in front of him as if warning Baby Hatchiyack that he absolutely was stupid enough to drop all this peace talk and attack if that meant getting one good punch in. "You know me better than that. We've been one for quite some time. All that being trapped as a useless speck inside my own body and mind gave me plenty of time for self-reflection."
"Oh? And what exactly did you self-reflect on?" Baby Hatchiyack snuffed out the universe-shaking emerald energy pillar around him and crossed his arms with a bitter sneer.
"I had no stake in the Tsufurian genocide. All this time I had it shelved under being a part of my Saiyan pride. I thought that the extermination of your people was just another showcase of the awesome power of the Saiyan race and left it at that. It was only upon a deeper exploration of it that I've come to realize that I don't care any particular way about the death of your people at all. I'm definitely not proud of it, and it has nothing to do with me being proud of being a Saiyan. Sharing your pain, your grief, your hatred and despair, the collective plight of the Tsufurian people, it made me feel like I have a stake in it. Like Tsufurians called me out as the current ruler of the Saiyan people and demanded tribute for the crimes of our past. Let's just say that I'm willing to make amends," Vegeta swiped his hand off to the side and just barely restrained the instinct to spit off to his side.
"Amends? What could you possibly give me? How can you possibly help me deal with all this pain, this grief, and this collective call for revenge that's brimming inside me all the time!? How can you possibly quiet all these voices, you miserable little man?" Baby Hatchiyack flipped out only to shift his expression into complete surprise when Vegeta openly laughed at his face and settled on a satisfied and cheerful look.
"You can't bring back my people, you can't bring back my planet, is that what you were about to say?" Vegeta made a sly smirk. "Oh, but we both know that I can do both of those things. How about it? How about you use the Earth's Dragon Balls, with my permission and support, and bring back your planet and your people? I'll even sweeten the deal and let you keep Planet Vegeta, Planet Plant, or whatever, all to yourself. We Saiyans have already found ourselves a neat little home and a nifty little rock to tie our fates to. If you want Planet Vegeta, you can have it!"
"You… You're willing to do that?" Hatchiyack's reflective blue eyes opened the widest that anyone's ever seen this raging machine of Tsufurian vengeance show.
"That's right, so what's it going to be? Are you willing to put your money where your high and mighty talking mouth is and actually make an effort to accept our amends and go our separate ways, or will you disgrace the legacy of your people by blowing your chance at a future and that of their own? I'll warn you, Baby, if you do that and decide to blow the universe to bits, you can rest for all eternity floating in an infinite void knowing that you're far more genocidal than the Saiyans. Heck, you'll have even doomed the future of the Tsufurian race the same way Saiyans did…" Vegeta turned his right side, signaling that he could very much still change his mind if Baby kept on being an asshole about it.
"Strange," Baby Hatchiyack observed, lowering his arms and relaxing to where his raging aura that threatened to tear the universe asunder now became fully absorbed into his body. "I thought I had given up on the Saiyans and Earthlings seeing sense. I'm warning you if this is some kind of trick…"
"We've been one for quite some time. You should know me better than to think of me as someone who relies on cheap tricks and stalling for miracles," Vegeta scoffed at the very idea.
"You're right, I know you better than most. In fact, I know you enough to be familiar with your love and care for your family and people, which you keep tucked away under ten thousand locks. Someone with this much at stake is exactly the type of man to be desperate enough for just about anything. Abandoning their most precious principles first of all," Baby Hatchiyack noted while Vegeta swooped down to pick Chayote up and return to him. Cerulean cascades of transportation beams sent tens of thousands of Machine Mutants, all converging on West City while Vegeta and Baby Hatchiyack became encased by the cerulean light and whisked away in due time.
"It appears the fighting is over. There's a myriad of transportation beams all headed to Earth. Has Chayote lost? Are the Machine Mutants invading?" Super Artificial Human No. 16 turned to his mother, who turned around in her chair, licking her pudgy lips.
"My, my… It appears that the proud King Vegeta has finally learned to accept his faults. If only he'd have done some of that when the time was right, the Earth wouldn't have been in peril in the first place," Super Artificial Human No. 21 observed before swiping her hand on the screen and shutting down the various calculations displayed to her about the raging battle. "Let's make haste now. We have little time."
"Time? Time for what, mother?" Super Artificial Human One-Nine turned to her mother with a restrained look of hiding heaps of childish glee underneath her unfazed façade. She knew that whatever the matriarch of their family was up to, the Dragon Team probably wouldn't like it. That only made this plan that much more exciting for the doll-like troublemaker.
"Mother! Don't tell me you intend to…! After the second chance we've been given, after finally settling down and starting a peaceful family life!" Super Android 16 objected to the malice he perceived in his creator.
"Oh, don't make a scene out of it. I don't intend to attack the Earth or its inhabitants in any way. I'm merely taking my toll for all the aid we've provided it. Don't forget that we've saved Bulma and her goons many times over throughout this entire affair. To be perfectly frank, a dying heap of scrap is the least I could ask for a reward," Dr. Puri spread her hands while cracking in excited laughter. She turned to the mechanical door, only for it to slide open and reveal the Para Para Brothers standing behind them, lined up with their arms crossed behind their backs. Like obedient little puppies that they were.
"You intend on seizing the Big Gete Star," Super Artificial Human No. 16 gnashed his teeth in a show of dislike of his creator's sneaky course of action. "If you truly think you're in the right, why not ask Bulma for the scrap after this is all over? Why go behind her back?"
"You heard my boy, make sure all the leftover scrap from the Big Gete Star is retrieved and make sure that we merge the Dark Star with it, just like we've merged the M-2 scrap with the Dark Planet's remains and built on top of the foundation of the Luud Star. After all this is over, these Four-Stars will all be ours," Dr. Puri instructed the Para Paras, who merely bowed in acknowledgment of their orders, twirled around, and shook with a goofy dance before strutting off to manage the army of shapeless robotic drones they've been building to get to work.
"Managing all the Four-Stars would have been such a hassle. It's deliciously sly of you to merge them all into a singular structure, mother. Whatever you will do with it, I wonder…" Super One-Nine pressed her finger to her lip with a shifty smile.
"Why, the answer is obvious, my dearest daughter. Whatever we damn well want…" Super Artificial Human No. 21 turned around in her chair, tucking her knees in while leaning her head back and shaking her hair around in delight at everything coming her way. What was even more elating–Bulma and her gang will think that everything came up their way with how lucky they were to avoid Baby's wrath in the end.