"You!" Lord Slug yelled out, pointing his finger to Chayote. "Finally, we meet again. I'll make you pay for all the trouble you've caused me. Killing my priestesses, running off with the Dragon Balls and making a fool out of me!"
Chayote's clenched fists trembled. She wanted to cut herself loose just as much as the giant Super Namekian before her, but that would have been foolish. She could sense the hopeless difference in power between her and Slug right now. The panic that his tremendous power level incited was greater than Lord Frieza's own, and in his current shape Lord Slug surpassed even Turles at his strongest.
It just didn't matter… After all the back-breaking image training she did with Piccolo on their way back, the Zenkai boost after the clash with the Turles' crew on Planet Namek, not even if she heated her Ki up with Hot-Red at its most life-threatening could she even remotely approach that level of power. And yet… Seeing Lord Slug grinning in glee before her made Chayote want to punch his teeth out all the more, despite that massive difference in power.
"Hey, maybe you should leave him to me?" Piccolo glanced to Chayote. "I don't want to break your spirit, but you don't stand any better of a chance against him than Goku and the others did. You're just not on that world of power yet."
"Normally, I'd sit a fight like this out. I've got no death wish, nor am I interested in throwing down with someone so much more powerful than me. But this guy… Things are personal between me and this guy, so I'm willing to risk everything against him!" Chayote turned to Piccolo.
"You might be willing to risk the fate of the entire universe…" Piccolo stated with a calm and authoritative voice before vanishing from Chayote's sight. A sharp sting in the back of her neck sent nervous impulses all across the Saiyan's body as the feeling in her limbs faded away. The Saiyan woman slumped on her face, raising a cloud of dust where she disturbed the hectic rubble.
"Huh?" Lord Slug leaned in closer down to examine what he figured was just an oversight. One thing he didn't expect was the Namekian making a surprise entrance, knocking out the Saiyan he was looking for this entire time. "Do you perhaps intend to join me and wish to gift this woman to me as a gift to show your good faith? It won't work, I won't forgive you the mockery that you two made of me!"
Lord Slug pressed his bent arms to his sides as his massive mouth snapped open and began generating a bright mouth-blast. Slug's face became misshapen as his jaw snapped open and his eyes bulged out with inhuman width before the space conqueror unleashing his devastating attack. The self-proclaimed Kaiser of the Cosmos blinked a few times in passionate anticipation of witnessing the demise of his two most hated enemies at that moment but when the smoke cleared out, he only saw Piccolo with his arms raised and crossed out in front of him and a pine-colored explosive wave surrounding him that neutralized Lord Slug's Darkness Blaster.
"Impossible, my Darkness Blaster…! Could I have lost so much power fighting those weaklings?" Lord Slug pondered out loud as Piccolo stretched out his tired wrists and took a fighting pose before the massively larger opponent of his. Never did the face of the Super Namekian protecting the Earth waver or lose his cool.
A loud snap telegraphed Piccolo, sliding across the ruined ground as if he was surfing the devastated city street. The calm Super Namekian hit the calves of his super-sized opponent, forcing Lord Slug to bellow out in pain as his massive frame flipped in mid-air. Piccolo dashed right at his opponent with a charging elbow strike aimed at Lord Slug's core, but Slug blocked it with an open hand. Never being one to lose faith or give up easily, Piccolo smacked with his other hand, stunning Lord Slug in place and making him flinch from the fortitude of the back-handed smack. Airborne, Piccolo charged with a strong, high-aiming thrust kick of his left leg as he sent Slug flying away and slamming into the wreckage of his own causing.
"You're a Super Namekian like me, aren't you?" Piccolo wondered. "This is odd, I've never met Namekians that are as foul as you. I guess my predecessor might have come to mind, but he is more of an outlier. He was evil personified, and so was I before I became whole again. What's your deal, anyway?"
"You dare call me foul!?" Lord Slug ground his teeth, hammering the ground beneath his feet as he groveled in pain before the floating opponent who looked like a dwarf before him, though threw the giant around with only moderate effort. "Those Namekians are the truly wicked ones, all of them! It was all of them that exiled me from Namek, left me stranded in space. The only approval and family I knew was one from minions I created! I've sworn to come back and destroy them all, eventually, but they will be the final dot that I vaporize in this entire universe because I'm savoring the sweetest batch of vengeance for last!"
Just as he finished his sentence, Lord Slug's arms burst forth from underground, having extended in an arcing tunnel as they emerged and rushed at Piccolo unexpectedly. The Super Namekian vanished multiple times in rapid succession, putting his remarkable speed to work, but with a triumphant exclamation, Lord Slug clapped his arms around Piccolo and pulled the captured Namekian in to squeeze all traces of life out of him.
"You might think I have no reason to hate you, Namekian, but, truth be told, I hate you more than you can imagine!" Lord Slug declared as he reveled in the tormenting squeeze he put on Piccolo more and more. "I know that I should just break or rip your puny, little head off, but seeing the champion of the people that dismissed me yell in pain is the sweetest music to my ears. Our enhanced hearing be praised!"
Piccolo grunted and struggled against the hold, but all he could do was avoid his bones being shattered and ground to dust in the arms of the frightening exile of Planet Namek. The benevolent Super Namekian might have underestimated Lord Slug a little and refused to destroy him outright with all of his power from the get-go, trying to better understand why this space conqueror was the way he was, so much different from the rest of the Namekians and Lord Slug must have seen it and counted on that to equalize their powers some.
"You're a strange mystery to me though, Namekian!" Lord Slug reared his fangs as he kept grinding his hands against one another in various angles and rhythms to put out the highest amount of torture possible on his captured opponent. "You're a Super Namekian, no doubt about it, your power rivals and even surpasses that of mine in my youthful, Giant Form. That is unbelievable, outright enigmatic, and yet you clearly lack experience. Any Namekian should have predicted an attack like the one I used to catch you off-guard. Then again, I suppose you haven't been fighting many Namekians during your lifespan, have you?"
Having heard enough of it, Piccolo formed an explosive Ki wave around him, using the forceful, destructive bubble to force Lord Slug's hands open so it could free him. The last line of defense of Planet Earth blitzed around his gargantuan opponent, throwing dashing hooks all around and leaving his opponent dazzled as Lord Slug could not contend with Piccolo swiftness or answer his uncanny strength meaningfully.
"You think I am like those other pathetic slime, don't you?" Lord Slug bellowed in pain as he spat up purple blood by the mouthful after each one of Piccolo's dashes and every successful offensive that the protector of Earth mounted on him. "That I'm kind and sickening like the rest. You think my love for all things evil is a front, a survival mechanism meant to help me cope with solitude and exile, don't you? You're wrong!"
Lord Slug raised his arms over his head, expanding a violet energy shield around him that stopped Piccolo in his tracks and even pushed the Super Namekian back a few paces as he grit his teeth and grunted from the severe physical strain that trying to contend with Slug's energy shield placed on him. The energy shield began spreading jet clouds of black mist as it became blood-red and detonated in a violent, upward burst, forming a destructive pillar.
Drips of purple blood fell onto the ruined the ground as Piccolo floated right over Lord Slug with his arms crossed before him and the valiant defender of Earth panted with a pain-ridden expression of his face. Piccolo's turban and cape became reduced to nothingness in a single attack, while his violet gi and trousers became ragged and shined with a couple of subtle holes in them.
"You tried to destroy our spaceship just now, didn't you?" Piccolo asked, having finally lost all trace of his cool. "Don't you realize that it contains what's left of the Namekian race, you madman!?"
"I jumped the gun a bit…" Lord Slug smirked with malicious glee in his expression, as if the foul Namekian felt truly himself when luring his enemy into making a mistake such as jumping in the way of a devastating attack to shield that which he considers precious. "Then again, my body is youthful again, so you must forgive me my immature impatience!"
"I don't care if you have even an ounce of good that all Namekians have. Whether you are rotten to the core because you were born this way, whether the Namekians kicked you out because you were a nasty, black sheep on their population or to spare you from the horrific cataclysm befalling their planet because of the climate shift. Someone as hateful as you doesn't deserve to live. I'll be doing the rest of Namekian population a favor by exterminating the likes of you!" Piccolo proclaimed, moving his arms to his side and erupting in a crystal-clear gleam of overwhelming power.
"Y-You've been holding back?" Lord Slug staggered back in shock.
As the clear-white boom of rampant energy surrounding Piccolo expanded, its warm, protective nature seemed to petrify Lord Slug as it massive size split the gloomy storm clouds over his head and made way for the evening skies to appear for once as only a few resisting strands of black cirrus persisted in the skies. The ground shook so vehemently that even Lord Slug appeared to be tripping up as entire chunks of debris jumped up and down in adoration of the expanding potential of the powering Super Namekian.
"Now… W-Wait just a second…" Lord Slug waved his hands out in front of him as he kept tripping up over buildings he himself toppled down in his frantic retreat. Only now when his opponent felt sickened by his twisted nature and appeared resolute to obliterate him utterly, did Lord Slug realize that his cruiser and his whole crew, the clones and the Senzu, every trump card he had got by ransacking this miserable planet gone up in smoke. "There ain't too many heads in that ship up there, are there… Are you sure you can afford to kill Namekians just like that?"
"You scumbag…" Piccolo sneered at Slug. "You know, even this isn't my full-power. I had just stopped here because I figured I'd never meet another opponent as powerful as you, so the martial artist in me wanted to have one, last, good fight before restoring my planet and seeing it prosper. But Planet Namek can't prosper with trash like you around!"
Piccolo leaned over, clenching his fists up as he channeled even more remarkable energy all throughout his body and forced veins to emerge over his muscles and pump up on his forehead while his body bulked up a great deal compared to his normal, restrained self. The eyes of the protective Super Namekian turned more triangular and angrier as they whited out.
"H-How…?" Lord Slug muttered to himself. "How is it possible for some lousy do-gooder, a pitiful hero, to garner this much power? Evil. Evil is the strongest. Only by looking out for yourself and subjugating everything around you can you be strong and the meaning of power is to claim ownership of all…" the madman kept mumbling in sick delirium as Piccolo's power continued to sky-rocket.
Blurry vision returned to Chayote's eyes as she peeled her head off the ground. Even this much felt like an astounding deed as even her head felt like it weighed a thousand tons while her entire body refused to move at that moment. Meaningless, defiant twitches of her muscles were the best she could do–Piccolo duped her good there.
"H-Hey… What's that… Crazy power?" she muttered as the very presence of someone so terrifyingly strong as Piccolo woke her up from unconsciousness as only the smell of roasting meat could have brought power back to a Saiyan's body. "Piccolo?"
"I'll make you get gone," Piccolo stated as his unbelievable surge in power halted once the Super Namekian powered up to his very limit and adopted a cocky, side-turned fighting state. In a single, fluid motion, Piccolo extended both of his hands with his left wrapping around his right wrist and expelled a violent blast of Ki in the shape of an explosive wave that decimated Slug's defenses and sent him tumbling back.
A single, pine-colored flash separated the skies as Piccolo raced around his opponent with a kick to counteract the direction of Slug's motion. The overwhelmed space conqueror threw up an entire mouthful of purple blood accompanied by some different, salad-colored goop that lingered on his lips after his expulsion of bodily fluids. The arm of the powered-up Namekian expanded diagonally up, smashing Lord Slug's nose and caving his face in while Piccolo pulled himself up and closer to where it truly hurt to pummel his enemy.
Piccolo's antennae zapped Slug with a jolt that seemed to paralyze and leave burns all over the shaking, flinched giant while Piccolo continued his merciless beatdown in the skies, using his arms and his legs alike. While his fists and elbows worked on filling Slug's face with lumps and spilling an alarming amount of giant's blood from them as they burst, Piccolo's feet twisted and worked on Slug's throat and upper chest with a skillful dance of fluid motions. The protector of the legacy of the Planet Namek charged diagonally down, grabbing hold of Slug's face and driving the limp giant into the ground as he dragged Slug across the South City, using the ground that the conqueror himself reduced to rubble as punishment for the hurting gargantuan.
"You were wrong about me. Your very life's philosophy is wrong, reducing things to good and evil like that. The remains of Demon King Piccolo still flow within my veins, they're a part of this incredible power. Everyone is capable of great evil or stupendous good, nobody is strong or weak because they choose to do either." Piccolo growled with overflowing wrath toward the pummeled and bleeding giant's face that he still raked with his hand.
A sharp noise filled the air. Piccolo's body froze up for a moment as the Super Namekian stumbled back, stiffening his entire body in a fit of painful shocks whenever the tune that served as a blade to his ears sharpened its pitch. Just like that, Piccolo's entire rampant might faded away with the wind as the Super Namekian took it to one knee, weak as cattle.
"Wh…What's that noise?" Piccolo groaned, still twitching and clawing at his ears, grabbing hold of them as if he was trying to rip them off but lacked the physical strength to even do that much.
"Didn't I tell you I was learning ways of making Namekian filth sorry?" Lord Slug beamed a smile of pearly whites through a swollen and bloodied face. "This is a noise that cripples Namekians, one that I experienced first-hand as I groveled at the mercy of the Arlians of Planet Arlia. It was then that I realized that I needed children that were as far away from Namekian as possible. In their foolish stupor, those imbeciles spared my life, rest assured, I made no such mistake!"
"You…" Piccolo was about to curse something as in the brief absence of the loathsome voice filling the air he began feeling empowered again but Slug resumed his horrendous serenade again, strangely enough, looking completely unaffected by the effect of the noise he himself spread.
"I suppose that your friend there, the Saiyan woman, knows the dread you feel right now. That's right, you can build up resistance to abominable noises such as this one and train it over some time, but it takes dedication and purposed training. Your inexperience in life is what will end up dooming you. Even if you beg me to assimilate your essence by merging with you, I won't spare you!" Lord Slug declared as he threw a dangerous soccer kick and swatted the weakened Super Namekian aside like a rag doll.
"Wh… What are you doing to me!?" Piccolo yelled out, grabbing his head and writhing on the ground as Lord Slug extended his hand, as if meaning to obliterate Piccolo with a Ki blast but no energy attack appeared to come out.
"Because of your drastically reduced might, your mind is now at my command. I can use the Namekian telepathic ability to force you to hear that noise over and over repeatedly, you will learn to love it, scum. It will be the thing accompanying you to the depths of Hell!" Lord Slug shrieked in mad laughter as he relished in the suffering that he caused by telepathically filling Piccolo's head with manic whistling of all pitches, volumes and tones until his battle power became lesser than that of a mere human child. "It will take great skill in not popping you like a pimple in between my fingers, but I won't let you die this easily!"
"Slug!" a loud, feminine yell slashed at the grave, battlefield symphony of the decimated South City as the dreadful Super Namekian conqueror turned to the woman he came to this planet to find. The face of the subjugator of stars shifted as a thousand moods came and gone. Slug wanted nothing more than to finish skinning the only other Super Namekian he had ever met alive and dangling his own thick skin before the tormented Namekian, but… There she was, calling his name, taunting him.
"You must wait your turn, wretch!" a gleam lit up in Slug's eyes as an intense eye-beam enveloped Chayote in a booming rush of flames as if somebody had shut her inside of an oven and cranked that shit up as high as it went, until the scorch burst out through the grates and cooked whatever was waiting for Chayote to cook on the outside.
Even the ground against which Chayote's knees bashed against felt sizzling. With just one attack, Chayote felt like she didn't have any strength left to resist. And this wasn't even Slug's serious attack. He was merely prepping her for an eternity of endless torture to come once Slug finished exacting his vengeance upon Krillin, Piccolo and the entire Namekian race.
"This contemptible planet! I should make it into my own personal torture-world with how much vile trash inhabit this sphere!" Lord Slug clenched his bleeding fist and looked at it, feeling his own pain that crippled his body. He would make them pay, he'd make them all pay. Chayote knew that he would spend as long as he felt like it doing nothing but what he and his goons did to her on that cruiser of his when they laid her hands on her and her Dragon Balls.
Chayote's feeble hand opened up as a white sphere lit up, a sparkling, puny beacon of glistening starlight. The Saiyan fostered it for a second before flicking it up into the sky. She then closer her fist and pumped it, forcing a mighty emission of Ki into the Power Ball. Piccolo continued to grovel, ripping his own pointy ears off as he continued to scream in misery but even without the sense of hearing he still couldn't shut out the excruciating fanfares of wallowing.
Was she truly about to turn into a Great Ape? This entire time she's protected the Earth from that transformation. Chayote stayed lucid, stayed in control, contained her rage because if it leaked out–her friends and her own little corner of paradise would have paid the cost and it would have been an ultimate one. Then Vegeta did the unthinkable–he betrayed the trust and admiration that Chayote felt for him by forcing the transformation out of her, using her own body against her, robbing her of any sense of control.
Control… She needed to control it. Like he did. But… Chayote wasn't an elite Saiyan. She wasn't royalty, so she couldn't control herself in that form. Those were words of a weakling. Kakarot. The Earthlings, even. None of them thought like that. Every one of them defied all odds, broke through unbelievable limits and surpassed themselves in every battle they fought. With the odds of victory being non existent and the stakes being ultimate, Chayote didn't have the luxury to do anything less than that.
She felt her own claws lacerating her own guts as warm blood spilled out. The ripping and tearing of her clothes and her own inhuman growl filled the air and drowned out even Piccolo's cries of torment. Control! Chayote's animalistic paw shrunk and stuffed her bleeding guts back in as heat pulsed from her body. Fur drew back from where it came. Chayote looked up at the sky, at her own sparking Power Ball as her eyes turned yellow. Soon she couldn't tell what color the Power Ball was any longer as her intense, green aura shrouded her vision and perception of colors.
"Wh… What is this?" Lord Slug stopped in his advance to where Krillin's body laid unconscious to turn back and admire the view of the intense, pulsing pillar bleeding out into the heavens as Chayote's hair weaved into wild spikes and began pointing up while her eyes took up berserk, yellow hue. The Saiyan's pupils phased out, leaving nothing but wrath in her expression as she roared with a mixture stuck in between the cry of a Great Ape and a very, very pissed off Saiyan.
"SLUG!" Chayote's booming voice erupted from her expanding chest while the Saiyan's bulk pumped up and her size nearly doubled from the marvelous expansion of power. Chayote's new, transformed state was wrath itself.
Author's Note: Just wanted to leave this little bit out there - when Chayote or some other character who has met Frieza before states that "character X is stronger than Frieza", they mean that they're stronger than Frieza's first form because none of them have seen Frieza's other forms yet so it wouldn't make sense of them to be making such statements in a general sense.