"You've scared me just now." King Piccolo cracked his knuckles and charged on. He barely even tried at this point, Chayote's eyes could follow him without much trouble but her body felt too sloppy to move in time. The aged Demon King threw an elbow strike straight at the core of Chayote's face, throwing the Saiyan off her feet. Immediately after connecting with the elbow, the Demon King transitioned his strike into a backhanded smash as he raised the upper hand he had just used for the strike and then smacked Chayote again with a wide slap of his hand.

Before Chayote could snap into her senses, still reeling in pain, the Demon King proceeded to slide in under her feet, performing something in the middle of flying and dashing while he finished his punishment with a stiff kick that drove his wooden boot so deep up Chayote's abdomen she lost track of it, feeling only that her lower body went completely numb.

King Piccolo's arm reached out to yank Chayote back to being close and personal, extending to extraordinary lengths to catch her by her face and drag her all the way back. The Demon King opened his mouth which lit up with a shiny aura that revealed some of the deeper intricacies of Piccolo's mouth, much to the chagrin of any opponent he might have shown this move to. Before the Demon King could detonate his mouth blast right in Chayote's face, the Saiyan kicked her foot up and shut his mouth up, causing a gruesome-sounding reaction but before Chayote could exclaim the glee of her little success, the Demon King shut it down with a headbutt that sent her rolling back.

"I had thought that the technique you were preparing for was the Mafuba. It had sealed me away once…" the Demon King elaborated on his previous thought after the surprise attack.

"Are you kidding me? There's no way a Saiyan would use a lame technique like that… The only way this fight will end is when I destroy you!" Chayote declared, panting and crouched over in pain, still clutching for her mid-section with a distraught expression.

"Destroy me?" King Piccolo laughed out from the bottom of his chest. "If you weren't this damn strong, I'd have kept you around as my broken fool just for such a nice joke. Maybe it's because of Kami's wisdom inside me but… I do recognize that given some more years for growth, you'd be a challenge to me eventually."

"I'm feeling like plenty of a challenger right now!" Chayote lied, charging on ahead. She'd have seen enough of this fight to drop all sense of planning aside. She'd not think her way from this in a hundred years and sometimes the best way to beat an opponent an inch or two stronger was to just let loose and go berserk.

Her punch connected with a resounding thud that sounded effective but the Demon King continued to smirk as his face just barely moved to the side, his wrinkly and dry cheek had absorbed most of Chayote's fist into the saggy skin. After just a blink of whiting out, the excited and beady eyes of the Demon King turned back to Chayote.

The Demon King scooped her out of mid-air by her collar and unleashed a storm on her face with his right fist. His arm operated like a hydraulic face, smashing up and down repeatedly. The non-stop screeching of black and white in Chayote's eyes lit up with red sparks when her mind could even register that another blow had landed but truthfully she skipped them by the dozens, blacking out for a few moments after each successive impact.

The female Saiyan grunted in pain, shocked by something profoundly hot hitting her square in the face and sending her flying. When her mind popped back into the fight, she noticed that a red glow of ocular beams had sent her tunneling through the devastated wasteland that was once Central City. Noticing that his opponent had snapped back to some sense, the Demon King intensified his eye beams, forcing her to transition into a full-on scream and leave an even nastier streak of dirt behind her.

"I admit I might have jumped the gun with my Explosive Demon Wave before. It's just that nobody has ever pushed me far enough to use that move in years… After regaining my freedom, in my aged body, I wasn't even sure I could even perform that move, it was only when I forced my do-gooder side to join back with me that I knew I had to try. I'd blow you to ashes if I used it now but… Every ounce of power I waste on you is power that my reincarnation will lose." The old Demon King pondered out loud seeing how Chayote was grunting and writhing on the ground, of little threat to him even if she did manage to pick herself back up.

"Will you listen for once, you blind lunatic, you'll spell out the doom for our entire universe!" a familiar voice croaked just behind Demon King Piccolo. The ancient slug-man looked around, finding himself in a realm different from reality, a void of complete blackness inside his own mind. A realm in which his involuntary fusee was trapped in after Shenron fulfilled his wish.

"So, you've managed to reach me? The end for this old body must not be too far away, either that or I've let myself get too absorbed with that brat…" King Piccolo postured over Kami, turning around to face him.

"I'm not objecting to what you're doing. Truth be told, I had it coming for a long time, with how I've cheated into my position as Kami. A young man has recently opened my mind and I would have liked to try and redeem myself for that but my penance is to be served this way, that's fine as well. Someone will rise to oppose you eventually, even if you do subjugate humanity. However, whatever you do, you cannot kill Chayote." Kami pleaded with his fusee, having mustered all of the inner strength present within Demon King Piccolo's body to even manifest to him in such a way.

"I've sensed you to be in a real fritz. Like I've never sensed you before since the moment I started fighting that girl. Why does her death trouble you far more than all those other people I've wasted?" the Demon King wondered, while he'd have normally not skipped a beat to mock his fusee, his curiosity now took first place over his desire to gloat and declare his triumph in front of him who had rejected the Demon King like some tumor.

"Chayote… She's a special case. Haven't you wondered for a second why a Saiyan is fighting you on Earth? She's been sent here by the higher deities to stay safe until the scores of each universe stabilize. I don't have the time to explain to you the specifics but… She's worth a great lot of points, if you kill her – the entire universe will get deleted." Kami groaned.

"The entire universe, you say…" the Demon King leaned back and scratched his chin. "It stinks of a bluff to me but… You have been acting in an extremely weird way as if… As if the universe truly was at stake…"

Before King Piccolo could realize it, Chayote floated over his head in mid-air and kicked him square in the cheek, sending the Demon King reeling back in pain as he failed to power up and tank the hit properly having dropped his guard in front of Kami. The foot of the young Saiyan tapped the ground just for a second before she jumped up to King Piccolo's chest and spun around like a whirligig in a flurry of punches and kicks. The Saiyan girl even employed her tail into the deed, further throwing the Demon King off his game.

"Go to hell!" Chayote yelled out as she threw her hands up and let all of her remaining Ki that she's managed to muster up while writhing on the ground like a pathetic maggot out of her in a mighty explosive wave, not too much different in the Demon King's own devastating explosive wave earlier but much denser and inflicting its destructive effects on a far smaller scale.

When the Saiyan ran out of juice and began falling down, feeling weak in the legs that failed to maintain her stance any longer, her face pleading the planet she resided in for more air in her lungs as well as just a tiny bit more power from her body, King Piccolo just observed her collapsing in front of him, completely unharmed even though she stood right beside Chayote when the wave went off.

"You're making it extremely difficult to spare your pathetic life…" the Demon King admitted before picking the girl up by her hair off the ground to look her in her waning eyes. "However, if you die, there will be no more world and, in fact, no more universe for my reincarnation to rule over. For that reason, I am forced to keep you alive and create my reincarnation as someone who craves growing stronger, just like you loathsome humans do."

King Piccolo lightly tossed Chayote higher and locked his grip around her neck, squeezing the powerless Saiyan for some more sweet torment before proceeding to punch her in the face and her abdomen as a way to vent his frustration that he was not allowed to snuff out this one martial artist. No, it was far more personal than that…

"What cruel irony, I, the scorn of all martial artists will be forced to reincarnate into a martial artist myself, just so my enemy does not surpass me in strength given time." King Piccolo cursed his destiny as he continued to rampage with his fists all over every free ounce of flesh in the body of the powerless opponent he could find. "Remember this moment, remember throwing all you had against the mighty Demon King Piccolo and finding your pathetic strength nowhere near enough. Remember being humiliated and destroyed. Let that experience inspire some fear into you, it will make you more human that way, you'll get along with the folks here better."

With one, pent up and channeled power strike to the gut, the Demon King sent Chayote's battered, humiliated and bruised body flying to something that would have served as her shallow grave amongst the ashes of Central City had he put just a tiny bit more power into his punch.

"What a lucky brat, danced the devil swing under the full moon and lived to tell the tale..." the Demon King spat aside, resisting the urge to spit at his semi-conscious opponent because of some inner bugger that kept pestering him not to do so. This recent resurfacing of Kami within him just proved that he needs to complete the imperfect fusion process by assimilating that old coot into his reincarnation as part of his natural genotype.

A mean growl made the Demon King freeze out of instinct and take a wary peek back. While the initial visual inspection didn't reveal too much difference from what he had left behind, suggesting the thought that the girl merely recovered some semblance of conscience and cried out over the pain emanating all over her broken body, when the tremendous escalation of Ki began, even the Demon King was forced to turn his full attention toward the matter.

Chayote was back on her feet, growling and grinding her teeth that were beginning to grow sharper and more pronounced where she bore full-on fangs from her gums. Instead of the usual whited out expression of utter defeat she donned previously, now only eyes full of unbridled rage and limitless wrath let out a scarlet gleam making it impossible to tell who exactly was the object of the girl's ire. Her hair began growing wilder, in the front, behind and even areas where humans should not have fostered hair but before her transformation would appear unnatural for a human, her shape began morphing into something more suited for such a hairy appearance – a giant ape monster.

"A… A giant ape!?" the Demon King trembled in fear over both the titanic size of his reborn opponent as well as the Ki that the creature possessed. A power that seemed to continue rising so high up that not even the Demon King could register it anymore, to him the beast just seemed like someone to flee from, something capable of utterly decimating his dream for world domination if she turned her mountain-sized fists toward him.

"Wh… What is this? This must be the girl's true form… She did mention that she wasn't human, she looked human to me so… Maybe her appearance was some sort of glamor technique? I see… It makes sense that a girl wouldn't want to be seen in such a hideous form!" before the Demon King could finish pondering on the nature of this unexpected transformation he found himself ground to stone and dirt when the gigantic ape stomped him to bits with speed appearing blinding to King Piccolo.

It was only when the ape lifted off its colossal foot and some air washed away the blood all over the squished Demon King that Piccolo realized the trouble he was in. His enemy had increased her power tenfold and appeared to be more brutal, more uncontrollable and vigorous than even in her human form. The black shadow moved onto him, the Demon King closed his eyes and moved his limbs in to try and block the incoming stomp, lacking any other efficient way to avoid certain smashing death.

The foot had missed him, instead, the great ape found a devastated wall of a building and lifted it up above only to smash it over its head, letting the crumbling rain of debris shower it. Even if the beast hadn't healed any of its injuries as streaks of red extended from its gleaming crimson eyes and nostrils, this gigantic ape monster was more than powerful enough to utterly decimate King Piccolo's dreams then and there, if only it wasn't so mindless and stupid and focused more on the job at hand…

The Demon King hopped up on his feet and dashed aside, trying to get further away from the monster's immediate smash zone while the ape continued to roar, fire off wild beams of energy aside and pound its own chest, stopping to cough up blood as its ribs were certainly busted but the beast was too dumb to stop beating itself over it.

"This is it… I cannot defeat this monster, no matter what… Not even the Explosive Demon Wave would do any damage, I'd just be wasting the inheritance of my reincarnation for nothing! Darn it! I should have killed her when I had the chance, curse you, Kami!" the Demon King clutched his fists until his nails drew blood from his own hands and ground his teeth until a taste of blood left his gums. A vein popped in the eye of the old Demon King but even the irritating itch and a red tint to his vision didn't stop the furious King Piccolo from yelling out in frustration.

His own unrestricted rage was his undoing as the ape had noticed his fury and turned its own toward him, kicking at the ground beneath its feet to send flying rocks at the Demon King while it made its way closer to where it could smash him to bits or pick the Demon King up and squeeze the paste out through his orifices. The mindless nature of this beast suggested the wildest and gruesome ways it would choose to murder its opponents…

More than happy to find an outlet for his rage, King Piccolo blasted the airborne debris and placed his arms by his side, panting heavily and awaiting his final stand as the sky-scraping beast approached him from the horizon, covering the moonlight in shadow.

"Damn you, you filthy beast! I was just inches away, I was ready to claw and scratch, I would have even reincarnated myself as a martial art…" the Demon King froze and stared at his old, trembling hand in shock. It was then that the wildest idea dawned on him. He extended his hand forward and yelled out, ready to sacrifice whatever power this would cost for his reincarnation, as long as his sons and he could continue to live on. Anything for survival, even methods as wild as this…

"Materialize!" the Demon King roared out as a jolt of electrical Ki left his arm and discharged nearby his feet. When the beam stopped emitting blinding light, a new rice cooker laid open before him. "You must have given me this idea, you bastard… You knew that technique, didn't you, it's only fair that I doom the one and only martial artist I cannot kill to this fate…"

As the ape cocked its fist back, ready to pound and smash the Demon King into a bloody stain, King Piccolo extended his hands out toward it, as if trying to embrace the great ape when, in fact, he was trying to do anything but that. A wave of green energy whirled out from the Demon King's side, consuming the entirety of the titanic monster and forcing it back. Not even the awesome great ape monster could defeat the mystical energies of the Mafuba, it seemed. With the wildest of grins, the Demon King waved his hands toward the open electrical rice cooker, smashing the ray of the expansive wave inside while the rest of it followed. Once the entirety of the beast fit into the container, lingering with mysterious emerald shine from within the cooker itself, the Demon King kicked its lid down shut.

He would have laughed out in his victory if the cost of using this technique didn't force him to his knees. King Piccolo huffed and panted and sweat ran wild across his aged visage, mixing it with his purple blood that the great ape monster drew in spades by stomping onto the Demon King with its stinking feet. King Piccolo closed his eyes, feeling up the totality of his life force that brimmed inside, feeling almost half of it fading away at once just to use this technique but… No matter how hard he wanted it, he couldn't force the reincarnation.

For such a momentous victory, this fight felt like the most undignified of defeats. He had squandered so much of his power forever, forcing his reincarnation to start out weaker than he'd have been, and, to top it all off, the strain he had suffered in his mighty fused body was not enough to bring him close to death to even call for reincarnation now. If he was to spit out a son at this moment, it would be just another son of his and not a true reincarnation. For that reason, he just lost all that strength for nothing… Maybe if he was still young his strength would have eventually returned but with his old body – strength only left, it never returned. His final moment would have to wait, his reincarnation would have to wait.

To compensate for that loss, he truly would need to make his reincarnation a true martial artist. Just so he could grow in power and eventually cover for the strength he'd lost here today. At least Kami's wisdom that ended up saving the day here would still serve him. The Demon King sneered at the rice cooker the moment he could stand with a death-inducing stare but he knew he couldn't destroy it, lest he let the monster out again. He'd need to hide this thing somewhere far away, somewhere nobody could find and unseal it again just like those three buffoons unsealed him. If this ape-girl remained on Earth, she'd eventually be found by one hopeful fool or another.

It was time for the Demon King that had absorbed Kami within him to ascend the God Tower and find a better, deeper place to seal this great ape monster in. Somewhere nobody would ever end up finding it because nobody would even know to look there! On top of that, it only felt poetic sealing a self-proclaimed non-human outside the dimension she was visiting…