Dragon Ball - Heart of Adventurers
By LastationLover5000 and Demod20
Chapter 38 - The Wrath of Son Gokū
Never in the history of the Universe did Planet Namek ever believe it would play host to such a climactic occurrence as this. The legend of the Super Saiyan was one known even to the eldest Nameccian, but believed impossible by all but the most manic or desperate of Saiyankind. Yet the legend had proved itself true, in the hands of a Saiyan who had never concerned himself with the idea. A Saiyan who had never wanted anything more than to live life the way he wanted, to challenge strong opponents and test himself. Now, that very same Saiyan, cloaked in a soft, golden light, found his face worked into rage and fury. Emerald eyes were locked onto his uncle, boring into the man's onix-hued ones, and hatred was etched onto every inch of the face of Son Gokū. Beneath his feet, the ground trembled with each step. The sky of Namek, formerly a vivid green, was growing overcast under the weight of Gokū's ki - an atmosphere which only added to the bleak image of the Shinseijū in the distance.
"The Super Saiyan..." Tullece breathed, grinning when it became clear he wasn't being assaulted just yet. "I've never seen something so magnificent! To think it'd be you...Bardock's whelp, not even the eldest, who achieved this form! I went through so much to steer Aspara towa—" Air rushed forcefully from his lungs; Gokū's fist had connected powerfully with his torso, imposing pressure on his diaphragm and winding him something fierce. Gokū had been waiting. Waiting for the moment his uncle said something that would irritate him - which, at this moment, was every word issuing from Tullece's mouth. Tullece, holding his stomach, stumbled backwards. His eyes, watering, fixed on the glimmering image of his nephew. He, more than anyone alive, knew the gravity of what he was facing. The legends of the power of the Super Saiyan were not mere fairy tales.
Gokū raised a palm towards Tullece.
"Shi—!"
An explosion ensued, erupting high into the sky as Gokū released a point-blank blast from his palm. The smoke cleared quickly, revealing Tullece standing in a barrier that had not withstood the blow very well; it was cracked along its entire surface, and it shattered and crumbled to dust in moments. Tullece coated his arm in a crackling purple current, and thrust it forward. He and his nephew were close enough that he could not miss. This attack would connect. For the second time since the battle had commenced, an explosion rocked the area around them. This explosion, however, was more muffled. Tullece's attack had connected, but not in the way he'd hoped. His hand, formerly extended in a clawed-motion, was crushing under Gokū's vicegrip. The Super Saiyan had utterly quashed Tullece's attempt at an attack, muffling what should have been a powerful detonation of ki.
Gokū reeled Tullece in closer by wrenching his arm forward, and bringing his own free hand in closer. It was alight with ki - both the golden aura he was cloaked in as well as a brimming sphere above his palm. Smoke and flame engulfed Tullece, who managed to wrench his arm from Gokū's grasp. He leapt away, breaching the plume whilst covered still in smoke himself. He looked back, only to see Gokū had vanished. Glancing wildly around for his nephew, Tullece came face-to-face with Gokū right in front of him.
Such speed! Tullece gasped inwardly.
"Are you finally scared now?" Gokū asked quietly. The question stung in Tullece's mind, but he either chose not to dignify the question with an answer or could not. "All you do is take, isn't it? You took the life of my wife...you tried to kill my daughter and my brother..." Each word seemed to be taking Gokū incredible control to speak. His voice was laced in the harsh tones of anger. "Even now, that tree of yours is taking everything it can from this planet!"
"You'll learn, if you live long enough, Kakarrot," replied Tullece coolly. "Sometimes, the best way to gain what is yours by right is to take it from the lesser beings." Tullece laughed harshly, even though he knew it would incense Kakarrot. "How can you complain? That woman, your mate, she was holding you back! I freed you, and look at you now! The best of our kind would have gladly given their families for the honour you've been bestowed with: the power of a Super Saiyan!"
"The best of our kind made it to Earth!" snarled Gokū, thinking of himself and Raditz. "I know not every Saiyan was as warped as you! Raditz and I prove that much."
"You're the same as your parents," replied Tullece bitterly. "Gine, the coward who didn't have the stomach for the battlefield! Bardock, the hero of the lower class! Neither one of them had necessary backbone of a Saiyan, the drive to seek the glory our people are entitled to!"
"They must have been stand up people by Saiyan standards," said Gokū derisively. His gold, flame-like aura burned to life once more. Simply looking at Tullece brought his rage back to a boil. This man - what should have been his own family - tried to take everything from him. "It's over, Tullece." Quite suddenly, Gokū, who had managed an impressive veneer of calm, broke into a ear-shattering roar.
"YOU WON'T TAKE ANYTHING FROM ANYONE ANYMORE!"
Freeza's former second-in-command knew when to cut his losses. He hadn't survived through everything to this point by being foolish. Tullece tore away from Gokū, igniting his own aura to bolster his speed, and flying pell-mell towards the Shinseijū.
I failed to account for this, Tullece thought, panicking. Every plan has a hitch, but this can be dealt with. I just need to get to the Shinseijū and— His entire thought process was interrupted when his flight progress stopped. He felt the back of his Combat Jacket being pulled on, and felt a familiar heat.
"Where are you going?" Gokū pulled Tullece away, tossing him violently towards Namek's waters. The immense force created a wind tunnel Tullece couldn't break free of, and he was left to watch in horror as a streak of gold pursued him. Namek's ocean exploded into the sky around them as they crashed into it; Gokū brought golden arms, ignited in aura, down like a blade. Tullece, to his credit, managed to parry the blow, but he could not make his nephew budge. The Super Saiyan Son Gokū's strength made him feel like a leaf caught in a storm.
Tullece refused to bend, however, bracing himself as Gokū sent him hurtling skyward once more. It truly put into perspective how much of the planet was their playground as Tullece ground himself to a halt in the air, surveying the seascape. Gokū, however, was hot on his heels, seeming to materialise at his rear, arms prepped for another blow. The blow struck home, ringing pain throughout Tullece's body like a gong. He soared back down into the ocean, his battle with the enraged Super Saiyan making him into a veritable pin-ball.
Staying down, however, was not a skill Tullece possessed. He burst forth from the ocean in earnest, his recovery surprising even Gokū. Coming level to his nephew in the skyline, extending a hand cloaked in purple-hued ki, Tullece released a bombardment of kikōha. Each blast extended, snake-like, from a sphere hovering just in front of Tullece's hand. They collided with Gokū, who didn't move an inch, and each attack popped off like a violent firework. Namek, had it been capable of a night sky, would have made the explosions of purple, red, and gold a beautiful sight to behold. The resulting explosions created a thick, layer of smoke around Gokū, obscuring him entirely from view.
Purple shifted to a brilliant white; Tullece cocked his hand back, magnifying his ki for a new technique meant to entirely eradicate an opponent. Thrusting his arm forward, the attack discharged from his hand, elongating from a sphere to something more like a comet, trailing ki which led back to its source in a brilliant line. Tullece was certain now.
This would kill Kakarrot.
From the smokescreen, a hand leapt outwards. It showed no signs of damage, but the outstretched fingers wrapped around the kikōha. The blast, still carrying its full momentum, bent around Gokū's hand, the light now trailing at odd angles past the smokescreen, which vanished in an explosion mightier than any that had created the smoke itself. Gokū had crushed the blast with his bare hands, stifling it with no harm to himself. Tullece gaped in horror, seeing the vestiges of his ki flowing at either side of his nephew, before tapering off and vanishing into nothingness.
If Tullece had not been feeling it earlier, there was not denying it now. Kakarrot was driving fear into every inch of him.
"Ka...Me..." Gokū began to cup his hands at his sides. Slowly, steadily, Gokū was bathed in a lustrous blue hue, drowning out even the golden light of the Super Saiyan. Blue ki pooled out of his fingers, as he began building power for his signature move. "Ha...Me..." His emerald eyes gleamed, laced with the intent to kill.
All logic dictated he avoid the incoming attack. Tullece knew he needed to get out of the way, but he found himself rooted the spot, quite unable to move.
"HAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Gokū released a technique that was a true explosion of light. A Super Kamehameha, enhanced by his Super Saiyan power. Had this been a different sort of battle, the exhilaration of such a feeling would have made him leap in his heart. Now, all Gokū felt was the stoic desire to eradicate his uncle in his entirety. Gokū's fighting heart had been destroyed when Bulma had been killed. The Super Kamehameha, igniting the sky with light, crashed headlong into the frozen Tullece. It was all he could do to mount a small defense, attempting to release a kiai that would disrupt the flow of the technique.
"Damn...it..." He grunted thickly against the overwhelming force of Kakarrot's technique. "You...can't...kill me...with just...this!"
Even as he said these words, Tullece found his vision engulfed in light. He was swallowed up by the Super Kamehameha, which flew well past the horizon - and hopefully, trailed off into outer space. When the light thinned and died down, Tullece was nowhere to be seen.
Gokū kept his hands out in front of him, palms ebbing steam that made his blue eyes give off a hauntingly still gleam of greenish hate. After a minute passes he lowers his hands down to his sides, palms balling into twitching fists.
His stoic mask of anger furrowed his brow, eyes blinking as he stared ahead.
Turning his head to the right to stare down at a distant silhouette hiding in the shadow of a small craggy rock face, he spoke in a quiet whisper.
"Not dead, huh?"
His senses didn't lie. Tullece did survive his Super Kamehameha. A miraculous feat that even the uncle of the furious Son Gokū found himself aghast in his poorly chosen hiding spot. Having fired a kikōha to hurtle himself down from the hellish blast, it all but took the utmost of his strength and will to accomplish this.
His arms quivered at his sides, blistered with hot angry red with steam rising off the surface burns he had been afflicted with. In the shade of the craggy overhang, the former lieutenant of Freeza tried to rationalize how he could even live through what should have been certain death.
But, it hit him. In that moment of despair his body had pushed what strength he had to the fore. And it didn't come without provocation.
Raditz, Vegeta and my own nephew managed to push me, make me struggle. My own Saiyan instincts must have been amplified by the Shinseijū as much as my powers…Tullece rationalized, his paled face regaining its color as clarity filled his mind. All the more reason to reach the tree. I know I can best this old legend if I obtain that fruit-!
He blinked and lost sight of his nephew, breaking his momentary calm. Looking around, he suddenly felt an arm crash into his armored backside through the rocks behind him. Gasping aloud with eyes wide in pain, his body hurtling spreadeagled away from the isle. Forcing himself to be righted through a bodily kiai, he twisted around and clapped his palms together, charging his energy.
"Let's see if you can handle this, nephew!" Tullece howled with a half smirking grimace, his dark eyes locked onto Gokū's green orbs.
Thrusting his palms out, a massive flash of purple streaked out, separating in a dizzying array of smaller missiles. The lances of light were dismissed with near invisible gestures, the Super Saiyan's hand blurring gold around to send the volatile kikōha scattering about the area. Detonating in showers of water and earth, Gokū realized his uncle was nowhere to be found and his ki suspiciously dropped down.
Scowling, Gokū twisted on his heels in the air, swinging his arm around to cut through the smokescreen made around him. In the thunderous shockwave that came after, the dust and water pressed down, showing a distant dot of purple racing towards the tree.
In a flicker of yellow flame, the Super Saiyan shunted through space and appeared in front of his uncle.
Shit! Tullece swore inward.
"Pathetic," Gokū sneered, his hand crashing its back against the older Saiyan's olive complexion face with a sickening crack! "I thought you were smart, Tullece."
Spinning in the air from the force of the backhand, Tullece recovered with a purplish discharge from his left palm.
A hand that was slapped away by Gokū's. Brutally, a fist crashed into Tullece's face, showering the older man's visage in a gout of blood. As he clenched his face, eyes tearing up, he felt a strong hand grip his angled mane and lift him upright to stare inches away from the golden haired avenger.
"Did that hurt?" Gokū asked, his face a mask of pure anger that belied his quiet voice.
Gnashing his teeth, Tullece threw a fist towards his foe's jaw.
This was halted when his forehead crunched against Gokū's skull, making his vision spin and his ears nearly burst. He yelled out in agony, staggering in the air backwards.
Even in his dazed confusion, he could perceive a vice grip wrap around his throat and haul him back to eye level with his nephew. He barely could rasp air in brief gasps, his throat threatening to collapse when it wasn't busy choking on blood.
"I'm not done punishing you yet, Tullece!" Gokū snarled, his hand tightening around his uncle's neck. It brought out disturbing gurgles and twitches from the bloodied, struggling Saiyan. His hands desperately tried to pry the fingers off to no avail, mouth foaming up reddish slush as legs kicked ineptly against the statuesque build of his brother's son.
I can't breathe! At this rate, he really will kill me! Tullece fought with his mind racing, darkness encroaching on his vision from its corners.
The wrathful Son Gokū continued to squeeze, ensuring it was slow and deliberate. The slightest twitch could snap his neck, ending the monster's life once and for all. But that was a mercy Gokū didn't wish to grant to his uncle.
A brutal, slow and painful death was the only thing this bastard deserved, he thought!
"GOKŪ! STOP DRAGGING THIS OUT AND FINISH HIM!"
The voice barely registered in the rage-addled mind of Gokū. His eyes narrowed further, and his grip slackened. Turning to look up, he bared his teeth and spoke in a seething voice back at its source.
"Stay out of this, Kaiō! This is my fight to finish!"
"You're angry, I understand. But you need to listen to me before your rage makes you do something we will all regret!"
"What do you know about regret?!" Gokū snarled aloud, a vein throbbing across his brow as he scathingly snapped back. "You are a god! You do not feel love, nor understand what I have lost!"
"G-Gokū-!"
"I won't repeat myself again; stay out of my fight or I'll never forgive you!" He shouted to the sky.
In speaking those words, he failed to pay attention to Tullece. A purplish glow brightened from the Saiyan's eyes, following a blinding flash that overwhelmed the Super Saiyan's gaze. A vicious right hook across the jaw wrenched him free of his nephew's grip, allowing him to inhale deeply.
Then barrel straight for the tree once more.
I don't know if my nephew went mad with rage or if he really is talking to a god, but this is my only chance! He thought, streaking like a comet towards the big growth right at one of its branches. He saw a red fruit, dangling amidst a clover of leaves, beckoning him with the promise of power he assuredly knew awaited him.
Grinning to himself, he reached out to grasp it-
Snatch!
-only to see a blur of yellow appear in front of him, a hand gripping his own and halting him immediately.
"Blinding me ain't goin' to work," Gokū replied, his eyes still cloudy but the fire unrelenting from its viridescent orbs. "I can sense your ki as much as I can your fruit."
"Gragh!" Tullece growled out, swiping a purplish charged fist to punch at the golden haired Saiyan yet again. This time it struck, he felt it repelled, as if it hit a batch of katchin - reverberating his his whole arm on impact.
"You are so weak," His nephew said, his grip tightening on his other outstretched wrist.
Then, a sickly wet crunch caused it to contort into an odd angle to the left and upwards. It made Tullece bite down on his lip hard enough to draw blood while shrieking in pain.
"Are you sure you are a Saiyan, Tullece?" Gokū asked, his green eyes steeled with a coldness in his voice belying his burning heart of fury. "I barely have to put effort into this. Any more and you will die for real; not that I would let you just yet."
"Why you-hngh!" He choked out, feeling something hammer up his chest cavity and push his backside out. Puking out blood, he rasped a breath out at the same time as an impact gonged up his jaw. He flipped backwards, revolving like a top, spiraling away while his vision went white.
He couldn't see.
Everything hurts.
He felt nothing and everything all at once.
His mind was racing with every action he took, all the obstacles he encountered and the shortcomings he had to work past.
An image of a man in green armor overlapped with Gokū's bloodied, glowing form. The mere sight made something inside return his gaze with dawning clarity.
In a move that surprised himself, he dashed away from an incoming kikōha Gokū fired. Turning about in mid-bound, he threw a kiai into the Super Saiyan on approach.
It staggered him, just enough to slip past-
"Where do you think you are going?" Kakarrot hissed, his hand somehow latching onto the fleeing Saiyan's boot despite being out of reach a moment ago.
Spinning around to launch another blast of purple, he felt himself lifted up and around. In a blur of movement, he collided into a nearby seabed, his body bouncing up from the momentum. His physical front spun over and impacted the ground again, this time upheaving the land and forcing kilometer long roots to lance brokenly into the sky.
Dragged across the earth, Gokū forged a trench with his uncle as a crude brutal plow of gore and soil. Violet light erupted from his grip on the Saiyan, emerging from the ground with eyes dilated and gums splattered red over once impeccably white teeth.
Tullece punched the golden demigod over and over with his good hand. Elliptical sparks of amethyst rapped off pectorals, rebounded off abs and repelled off his face. Unmoved by the vicious counterattack, Tullece watched in horror as Gokū caught his fist and splintered it with an effortless squeeze.
"Pathetic," Gokū spat, yanking him by his bloody pulp for a hand to boot him to his chest. Shattering the plasteel of his battle jacket, a hot imprint embedded into his right pectoral and blood oozing around the burning bruise.
My ribs! I think he shattered all of them on my right side! Tullece thought with wheezing agony.
"I think you are finished," He hissed out, angry green eyes scanning the wounded Saiyan tremble with anguish and frustration. "Any last words, Uncle?"
"Go," He croaked out, light emitting from his ichor oozing orifices, turning pink as his mouth opened wide with a damning shriek. "TO HELL, KAKARROT!"
The oral regurgitated beam expanded and accelerated at a frightening pace. No other Saiyan alive before him could achieve this level of threatening power. He saved this attack for last as it pools every ounce of his power into an all-out burst: the Guts Thrower.
The sky erupted with a crackle, an unfolding blossom of violet overtaking Namek's darkened heavens with ferocious fury. The force alone made the ground distend and curl with the momentum of the blast despite being high up into the sky.
Raditz looked up from the outside of the ship, his eyes widening palpably at the level of power produced from what assuredly was his uncle.
"Tullece…!" He hissed out, his hands balling up into his palms with crackling intensity.
Distantly, another silhouette rose up, still in unbelievable pain. It felt the hot wind lash over its head, eyes looking up and narrowing a glare at its broad flare. Knowing whom it belonged to, the figure moved cautiously to its source, already aiming to do something in its own way.
Amidst the torrential blaze of amethyst came a blaring roar of golden white. Tullece could sense it, even though it flashed before his eyes. He swore he could even hear footsteps as this monster slowly parted the sea of his strongest attack.
He dug his heels in, hunched forward more and poured out even more power. His scream deafened his own ears, the gold flickering in his gaze, enough to almost make him smirk if his jaw wasn't so close to unhinging.
A palm surged out and clamped over his mouth, ceasing his attack's discharge - but not stopping Gokū's power shooting inside of himself.
"You wanted to get to the tree, right?" He coldly asked, green eyes piercing through the wafting steam hissing off his golden bare chested body. "Let me help you."
Tullece didn't even have time to retaliate. His arms flailed, the inside of his chest down his throat engulfed in fire and the outside blistered out with a golden-white flare; following him in a meteorite streak across space.
He didn't feel anything but heat, even while his back smashed into the hard exterior of the Shinseijū. His armor shaved off in pieces, his skin aflame and his guts burning outward, his broken arm, crushed hand quivering as all of the pent-up energy he was filled with shot out. The tower of wood lit up in a crimson-orange eruption of an inferno of bark and city-spanning branches. The roots deep within the planet explode upward in volcanic upward surge of heat and fiery magma across the vast distance, cracking the globe all across its vast horizon.
Within the monumental pyrotechnic display of terrifying power, Tullece surrendered to darkness.
—-
Am I dead?
That has to be right. I just lost to the Legendary Super Saiyan. It only makes sense that I die from him.
But, why?
Why did it have to be my brother's spawn?!
He had no faith in the legends. Only I did. It was the only thing that kept me going…
Amidst the darkness, the cold numbness gave way to a vivid image of a man with arched hair with the sides shaved and burned scars ravaging over his eyes down the sides of his face. His blackish grey battle jacket was unmistakable, as was the glass of alcohol in his grip.
Cloudy black eyes turned grey from being damaged, rendering the man's sight effectively unusable. But they could still glare with contempt.
And they always looked at him in that way.
"What are you doing here, Tullece? Bardock has been waiting for you to join him for a mission since this morning. Thanks to that, you were left behind!"
"Father, I was training early. Olivu is showing me some old techniques-"
"That old fool?! Let me guess, he told you about the Mythical Uber Whatever?"
"The Legend is real, father! And Master Olivu is really strong!"
"He's a washed-up fool, a has-been! He's not even among the Elites regarded by King Cold as the most powerful warriors next to his Ginyu Squadron!"
"At least he still can see!"
Tullece knew the punch was coming long before it struck him. It happened like that, anytime he disobeyed or went his own way. The scar on Bardock's face was a sign of their father's drunken abuse; he was thankful he had no mark left from the beatings he suffered.
Even still, he knew he was right.
The Legend is real.
His father eventually died, his liver finally killing him before anyone else could. Robbed of a cathartic revenge, his goal to prove his sole parent wrong drew him deeper into his goals.
Something his brother never understood.
"Brother, why are you wasting your time? Your prime won't last forever!" He had said, his glare a nasty reminder of the father they both shared.
"I am close! So close! I even traced my mate back to the bloodline that most assuredly came from him!"
"He's not real, Tullece!"
"And what if he is?!" I shouted with anger. Frustration boiled to the surface with how dense my twin, someone who was close yet so distant to me. I might as well have been adopted given the only thing I got from my mother was her olive skin and silver tongue.
Not that Bardock ever appreciated it.
"Wake up and focus on what's reality. The Saiyans need your mind on important things instead of delusions of grandeur. If the Cold Force ever decides to expel us, I want your help when it happens-"
"No numbers game will ever work, brother. Only a monster can work against a monster. And what better monster is there than the Legendary Super Saiyan?"
"Tch, talking to you is still a waste of time."
"That seems to be the only thing we can agree on!"
That was the last time I spoke to my brother. Even after I had Aspara, and Bardock had sired Raditz along with Kakarrot in the planet's last days, we never even addressed each other. I swore to myself that even if the Saiyans were a lost cause, I will live on no matter what.
I even bent the knee to Freeza when he took over his father's business. I ensured I had access to the best of his technology, assets of information and the farthest reaches his empire reached.
I even had a scenic view of my world's destruction. Over a thousand years of civilization, culture and pride vanished in an instant. And in my heart, I felt nothing for them.
Bardock's death, his mate's, or even my own. The King and every number of his kin. They had no place in my Saiyan Empire. Mine won't have doddering fools who beat their children for going against the grain, or cull our numbers due to a failed caste system. Better yet, we won't be the ones seduced by glorified galactic land sharks.
No, the Shinseijū is the key.
Which is why I am done reflecting!
It is time I awaken.
Do you hear me, body?!
WAKE UP!
—-
An act of sheer willful defiance, Tullece awoke. Every atom of his body screamed in pain. His olive skin bleeding past the crisp blackened charred exterior of exposed deadened tissue. Bereft of armor, his eyes opened, craning his neck with strained effort to get his bearings.
The tree was no more.
His sweltering stomach fell, his mouth puking up burning bile as he saw that he lay within a towering stump of what was once a megastructure of unnatural proportions. Any chance of finding strength fell to the wayside. His awakening bore no…
Wait.
His eyes blinked, wondering if he was hallucinating due to the pain. But no, as the agony persisted, he saw it. A handful of fruit lay over his mangled hand's palm. A nervous chuckle escaped his throat, how fate rewarded his tenacity and his unwillingness to die as his kin had before him.
"I am surprised. I thought that would have been enough."
His pain felt numbed at the sound of that terrifying voice. But, in reflex, he pried his body in a sickly squelch off the bark piercing his back and lunged towards the nearest fruit. His mouth clung against it just as a boot slammed into his spine, shattering it as much as his teeth did with the substance's sickly skin.
"No more chances," Gokū said, his palm stretched towards his uncle's head. "You die now."
A heavy, painful swallow came before a deep raspy laugh. A black eye turned violet stared over an shoulder up at the green eyes glaring down, a sparking gleam overcoming it right as the Super Saiyan sensed it.
VMMMMMMMMMMM!
Leaping back, an enormous pyre of blackish violet surged into the sky, with a faint golden-white aura of an observing Super Gokū looking down. The gaze drew up as assuredly as the source of an infernal flare of royal purple. Withdrawing with an inhale, swirling in like a vacuum formed from freshly healed and more powerful lungs.
Bereft of armor like the Super Saiyan, black hair flowing upwards in a spiked torch of dark tresses and violet rings circled a pair of black pupils that gleamed menacingly. His hands raised up, clenching experimentally, smirking down at his now more muscular frame restored to an olive tone with a thrumming royal purple aura burning just as brightly as his nephew's golden one.
"Nephew, you squandered your last chance!" He yelled out, laughing in his own raucous exclamation to the persistently glaring foe of his; his likeness to his brother and father just adding to the delight of seeing it bloodied to a pulp. "I have received all of your brutality, your bloodlust and survived it by my sheer will alone! Now coming back from the verge of death, the Shinseijū has given me a destiny that surpasses not just the husk of a race I left behind, but the Legend I idolized!
"And with this new power, you can't possibly wi-NGH!"
A fist came with a colossal snap of pressure. Throttled back across the air, Tullece's eyes widened at having barely enough time to raise an arm to dodge; only for it to slip through his arm and impact his jaw. His left brow twitched past the evil smirk he showed, spitting out a wad of blood in spite towards Gokū.
"Sorry. I got bored of listening to you prattle on," Gokū sneered, pulling back his fist and raising a palm towards with bent legs in readiness. "If you are ready to die, then bring it. No fruit is going to save you from me."
"Heh, we'll see, Gokū," Tullece sniggered, stretching out into a forward leaning fighter stance.
Then, in a flicker, gold and violet exploded in the sky, flattening the stump into the burning scarred world below. With the fight renewed, the time for the world's life was draining. But which will expire first?
The warriors, or the planet itself?
A/N:
LastationLover5000: This was quite a chapter for my co-author and I to write. It takes quite a bit to write the first Super Saiyan transformation of your entire series. Its supposed to be terrifying, it's supposed to be monstrous, and it is supposed to make you question the sanity of the protagonist. I think Demod and I managed to capture the absolutely chilling transformation Gokū has undergone in this chapter - even when Tullece gets an empowered state of his own, Gokū is somehow STILL scarier. I also love how we're delving into Tullece more and more as we go on. We're reaching Namek's zenith, and I do hope you all will enjoy what is to come! We'll see you guys every soon!
Demod20: I'm sorry for the wait. Fluctuating internet aside, I wanted to make sure this chapter was perfect. And according to my co-author, I like to think I did a great job. Loved capturing Goku's menace along with Tullece refusal to die, the flashback being especially showing where Tullece got his obsession with the Super Saiyan and his loathing of everyone who subscribed to the notion of getting out of their rut. And now he got the fruit, it looks like an even fight is about to happen. Can't wait for you to see the climax of this exciting Arc we've showcased. Cya when we got it up!