Age 738, Monday January 16th 1989.
The pit closed. Bardock and the Saiyans turned to see the front door cracked open. "This is where the other dragon balls are," said Bulma as she stuck her head in. She froze. The others walked in. Bardock and Raditz's eyes met. Raditz smiled as he ran up to Bardock.
"Bardock! Father! I can't believe it!" Raditz exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and joy. He embraced his father tightly, the usually stoic Saiyan showing rare emotion.
Bardock, slightly taken aback, patted his son's back awkwardly. "Raditz," he acknowledged, his voice gruff but warm. "It's good to see you."
Bulma, recovering from her initial shock, surveyed the scene with wide eyes. "So, this is your father, Raditz?" she asked, a bit of awe in her voice.
Raditz nodded, stepping back from Bardock but still beaming. "Yeah, this is Bardock. The toughest Saiyan I know."
Bardock chuckled, a rare smile crossing his face. "Flattery won't get you anywhere, boy. But I'm glad you're here." His expression turned serious as he looked around.
A roar filled the area. Prince Vegeta came through the door followed by Chi-chi, Turles, Cabba, Tarble and the Blonde Haired Launch. "So you have come to your death, and you brought the Dragon Balls with you." said an old voice from up ahead. As four figures came into the light. drum, Ukulele, Piano, and king Piccolo stood there. Avdol, Polnareff, Sadao, Hol Horse, and Iggy sneak by them leaving the aliens alone. "Hand them over and I won't kill you," said King Piccolo leaning on his staff. As Drum, Ukulele, Piano cracked their knuckles. Nobody moved. King Piccolo got impatient.
Leek, Borgos, Shugesh, Tora, Bardock, Fasha, Taro, Nappa, Zorn, Beets, and Paragus got ready to fight, forming a semi-circle around the children. "We won't hand them over, Piccolo. If you want them, you'll have to go through us," said Bardock.
King Piccolo's eyes narrowed, his grip on his staff tightening. "So be it," he hissed. He motioned to his minions. "Drum, Ukulele, Piano, take them down!"
With a battle cry, the Saiyans Charged forward. The room erupted into chaos as fists flew and energy blasts illuminated the dark chamber. Bardock and Raditz stood side by side, their combined strength making them a formidable duo. Vegeta and Turles fought with brutal efficiency, their royal bloodline evident in their combat prowess.
Raditz, standing beside his father, launched a barrage of energy blasts at Piano, who deftly dodged and countered with his own attacks. The two exchanged a flurry of blows, each trying to gain the upper hand.
King Piccolo watched the battle with a sneer, his confidence unshaken. "You're all fools," he said, his voice carrying over the din of battle. "The Dragon Balls will be mine, and there's nothing you can do to stop it."
As the fight intensified, Bardock and his comrades pushed themselves to their limits. Bardock's determination to protect his son and their allies fueled his every move, each punch and kick a testament to his unyielding spirit.
"Raditz, stay close!" Bardock shouted over the chaos, his eyes never leaving the battlefield.
"I'm right here, Father!" Raditz responded, his voice steady despite the turmoil around them. "We can do this together!"
With a surge of power, the Saiyans unleashed their full potential, their combined strength overwhelming Piccolo's minions. Drum, Ukulele, and Piano fell one by one, their defeated forms scattered across the battlefield.
King Piccolo's sneer faltered as he realized his minions had been bested. He stepped forward, his aura flaring with malevolent energy. "You've forced my hand," he growled. "Now you'll face my true power!"
Before he could make a move, a tail wrapped around his neck, and a needle plunged into it. King Piccolo felt himself growing weaker as the moisture and life force drained from his body, flowing through the needle and tail into the shadows.
"Hmm, delicious," said a voice belonging to the tail. Its three-toed feet stepped into the light. "The androids should be arriving any time now," continued the voice. Two figures ran into view—a blonde-haired girl and a black-haired boy around seventeen.
"Who are these people, Lapis?" asked the girl.
"Look out!" shouted Bardock as the tail transformed into a tube, sucking both Lapis and Lazuli up at the same time.
Before anyone could react, the mysterious figure stepped into view. He was a green, insect-like creature with a beak for a mouth and an aura of menace. Suddenly, he began to transform. His body started to elongate, growing taller and more imposing. The three-toed feet morphed and reshaped themselves, hardening and transforming into sleek, humanoid shoes. His beak retracted and smoothed out, evolving into a more refined, almost regal face.
As his transformation continued, his exoskeleton shifted and adjusted, becoming more symmetrical and polished. His eyes sharpened, exuding intelligence and cold calculation. Muscles rippled under his newly formed skin, and his wings spread out behind him before folding neatly against his back.
The creature that had once been an imperfect, monstrous bug had now become something far more powerful and terrifying: Perfect Cell, a pinnacle of biological engineering and raw power. Remarkably, his appearance bore a striking resemblance to Dio, one of his genetic donors. The sharp features, the confident and almost arrogant expression, and the formidable presence were all reminiscent of Dio, adding an extra layer of fear to his newly perfected form.
"My name is Perfect cell. I am made up of Fasha, as well as Dio, King Piccolo and finally Joseph Joestar. As well as all the stand users you fought along the way." said Perfect cell.
"Impossible" said Bardock.
Perfect Cell laughed, his voice dripping with malice. "Oh, it's very possible. And now, you'll face a power unlike anything you've ever encountered."
With that the mansion began shaking as Perfect cell began screaming as he took off breaking through the ceiling. "Goodbye, see you at the family barbeque." said Perfect cell.
"Everyone to New Vegeta," said Bardock as the adults blasted off leaving Prince Vegeta, Tarble, Cabba, Turles, Chi-chi, Bulma, Raditz and Launch behind. "Please help me" said the drained husk of king piccolo still alive. "Why should we help you," said Prince Vegeta. "If he dies, Kami dies too," said Bulma. Prince Vegeta nodded. They dug through the remains of his children, finding the rest of the dragon balls. They walked over to King Piccolo. "We should probably take him to kami," said Turles. Turles and Raditz grabbed King Piccolo Under each arm and headed off to the Lookout.
Perfect Cell hovered over New Vegeta. "The others are catching up. I like a good show," he said with a smirk. Suddenly, a loud yell echoed as something zoomed up from New Vegeta. Perfect Cell raised his arm just in time to block the incoming attack.
Broly snarled, his eyes wild with fury. "You're mine!" he roared, activating his Stand, Iron Maiden. Instantly, reality around Perfect Cell began to distort, the air shimmering and warping as alternate paths and possibilities sprang into existence.
But Perfect Cell remained unfazed. "Impressive," he said, his voice calm amidst the chaos. "But you underestimate me."
With a flick of his wrist, U2 materialized beside him, its eyes glowing with an eerie light. The Stand's adaptive abilities kicked in, sensing the changes wrought by Iron Maiden.
"Let's see how you handle this," Perfect Cell murmured, activating U2's time manipulation. The world around him froze for a brief moment, a critical window where he could act without interference.
In that frozen instant, U2 extended its claws, slashing through the distorted reality, aiming to counteract the divergence induced by Iron Maiden. The powerful energy manipulation capability of U2 allowed it to cut through the alternate paths, aiming straight for Broly.
As time resumed, Broly staggered, feeling the impact of Perfect Cell's counterattack. The surrounding reality struggled to stabilize, caught between the divergence induced by Iron Maiden and the adaptive force of U2.
"You're strong, Broly," Perfect Cell admitted, "but I am the ultimate being, forged from the greatest warriors and minds. Your reality manipulation won't save you."
Broly snarled again, attempting to push Iron Maiden's powers further, but U2's strategic insight and adaptability kept countering his efforts.
The others caught up as Perfect Cell gripped an unconscious Broly. "Let go of my son," demanded Paragus, his voice filled with a mix of anger and desperation.
"Fine," replied Cell nonchalantly, tossing Broly aside like a stuffed animal. Fasha darted forward, catching Broly before he hit the ground.
Perfect Cell turned his attention back to the group, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Shall we crack a few eggs?" he said with a smirk, pointing a finger at the nearby Shamoan guard post.
Without waiting for a response, a beam of energy shot from his fingertip. The guard post exploded in a brilliant flash, the shockwave rippling through the air. Screams echoed as the building crumbled, killing several guards in the blast.
Fasha, still holding Broly, glared at Perfect Cell. "You monster," she spat, anger blazing in her eyes.
Perfect Cell shrugged, unaffected by her words. "A monster? Perhaps. But a powerful one. And in this world, power is all that matters."
Bardock stepped forward, his Stand, Porpoise Song, appearing beside him. "You're wrong," he said firmly. "Power isn't everything."
Perfect Cell's eyes narrowed as he assessed the newcomers. Bardock's Stand had a chilling presence, the ability to remove life and death itself. Fasha's Stand, The Name of the Game, crackled with an aura of causality-defying power. Nappa, Paragus, Shugesh, Taro, and Zorn stood ready with their own formidable Stands.
"Very well," Perfect Cell said, his tone dripping with amusement. "Let's see what you've got."
Bardock raised his hand, and Porpoise Song moved forward, its presence unsettling. "Let's see if you can handle this," Bardock muttered.
Before Perfect Cell could react, Porpoise Song unleashed its power, aiming to remove the very concepts of life and death from him. The air around Perfect Cell shimmered as reality itself seemed to buckle.
But Perfect Cell wasn't about to go down without a fight. "U2!" he roared, his Stand appearing beside him, adapting rapidly to counter the threat. The energy of life and death swirled around him, but U2's ability to adapt and regenerate kept him anchored to existence.
"Impressive," Perfect Cell said, a glint of respect in his eyes. "But not enough."
Fasha stepped forward, her Stand, The Name of the Game, already in motion. Effects began to manifest around Perfect Cell without any discernible cause—walls of energy, sudden gravitational shifts, and bursts of light.
Perfect Cell gritted his teeth, feeling the strain. "Clever," he admitted. "But you're still playing by my rules."
Nappa, with Classic Man, unleashed a surge of power that defied magical explanation. Paragus's Cosmic Castaway manipulated cold fusion forces, creating a deadly field around Perfect Cell. Shugesh's Mercenary filled the battlefield with lifelike holograms, disorienting and distracting. Taro's Loaded Gun summoned weapons from the stormy sky, while Zorn's Me Against the World took control of nearby enemies, turning them against Perfect Cell.
Despite the overwhelming odds, Perfect Cell fought back with relentless determination. His Stand, U2, adapted to each new threat, countering the barrage of abilities.
The battlefield was a chaotic symphony of Stands and powers, each side pushing their limits. In the end, it would come down to strategy, resolve, and the willingness to risk everything for victory. The warriors of New Vegeta knew they had to give it their all to protect their home from the ultimate threat that Perfect Cell represented.
Paragus's Stand, Cosmic Castaway, manipulated the forces of cold fusion. He created fields of energy and electricity, sending waves of power at Perfect Cell. The ground around Cell sizzled and crackled with raw nuclear energy.
"Feel the power of the stars," Paragus roared.
U2 absorbed and redirected the energy, the air shimmering with the intensity of their clash. "You're going to have to do better than that," Perfect Cell taunted.
Shugesh's Stand, Mercenary, filled the battlefield with holograms that were indistinguishable from reality. These illusions moved and sounded like the real thing, confusing and distracting Perfect Cell.
"Can you tell what's real and what's not?" Shugesh called out.
Perfect Cell's eyes darted around, U2 trying to detect and dispel the illusions. "A clever trick, but it won't last," he snarled.
Taro's Stand, Loaded Gun, drew upon the stormy weather, creating weapons imbued with the power of the elements. He launched a barrage of lightning-infused projectiles and wind-bladed attacks at Perfect Cell.
"Nature itself is my weapon," Taro declared.
Perfect Cell dodged and deflected the attacks, using U2's adaptive abilities to counter the elemental weapons. "Impressive, but not enough to defeat me," he said.
"I will play your game." said Perfect Cell, spitting out cell Juniors.
Zorn's Stand, Me Against the World, allowed him to possess multiple bodies at once. He took control of nearby enemies and even some of Perfect Cell's minions, turning them against their master.
"You can't fight on all fronts, Cell," Zorn warned, his voice echoing through his multiple hosts.
Perfect Cell scowled as he fought off the controlled bodies, U2 working to sever Zorn's connections. "Your persistence is admirable, but futile," he spat.
The Moon-Shamonian guards stepped out of the destroyed guard post. They drew their weapons and like any good guards started shooting at Perfect cell.
"Ah nuisances, always ruining my fun." said Perfect Cell, turning his attention to the ground. As the saiyan's attacks were absorbed by U2 or Perfect cell.
Perfect Cell drew his finger and began shooting at the Moon-Shamonian's killing them.
In the medical building on New Vegeta, Jocha floated in her healing tank, the liquid around her humming with restorative energy. Her mind, however, was elsewhere, filled with visions of her friends being killed. The tank began to shake violently as Jocha's anger and desperation reached a peak.
Nearby, Kakarot and Caulifla stirred in their tanks, reacting to the same disturbance. Suddenly, Jocha's tank exploded, sending shards of glass and healing fluid in all directions. An immense energy radiated from her as she stepped out, her body surrounded by a vibrant, golden aura.
She had eaten the Totino pizza rolls that plagued her dreams, and in defeating the fever, she had unlocked her Stand, No Doubt / I'm Just a Girl. Her Stand appeared beside her, an ethereal, humanoid figure with celestial armor and vibrant, shifting colors.
Jocha's hair started to turn golden as she ascended to Super Saiyan, her anger fueling her transformation. "I won't let you hurt my friends," she growled, her eyes blazing with determination.
Perfect Cell turned to face the new threat, his eyes narrowing as he sensed Jocha's immense power. "Another Saiyan," he muttered. "And a Super Saiyan at that. This should be interesting."
Jocha's Stand, No Doubt, activated its abilities in quick succession. Zenith Surge kicked in, exponentially increasing her power with the pain and fury she felt for her friends. She activated the Ethereal Guardian which formed a protective shield around her, ready to deflect any incoming attacks.
With a swift motion, Jocha closed the distance between herself and Perfect Cell. Her Temporal Echo ability allowed her to perceive time differently, giving her unparalleled reflexes. She dodged Cell's initial attacks effortlessly, her movements a blur.
"You think you can match me?" Perfect Cell taunted, launching a barrage of energy blasts. But Jocha's Ethereal Guardian absorbed the attacks, the shield shimmering with radiant energy.
"You'll pay for what you've done," Jocha declared, her voice filled with unshakable resolve. She unleashed a powerful punch, her Zenith Surge boosting her strength to unimaginable levels. The impact sent Perfect Cell flying, his body skidding across the ground.
Cell quickly recovered, his Stand, U2, working to adapt and counter Jocha's overwhelming power. But Jocha wasn't finished. Her Stand activated Unity Wave, synchronizing her energy with her allies. Bardock, Fasha, Nappa, Paragus, Shugesh, Taro, and Zorn felt a surge of power and resilience, their Stands invigorated by Jocha's energy.
With their combined strength, the warriors of New Vegeta launched a coordinated assault. Bardock's Porpoise Song, Fasha's The Name of the Game, Nappa's Classic Man, Paragus's Cosmic Castaway, Shugesh's Mercenary, Taro's Loaded Gun, and Zorn's Me Against the World all attacked in unison.
Perfect Cell struggled to fend off the relentless barrage. Even with U2's adaptability, he was being overwhelmed. Jocha's presence on the battlefield was a turning point, her Stand's abilities tipping the scales in favor of the defenders.
As Cell attempted to launch a desperate counterattack, Jocha activated Healing Touch, quickly recovering from any injuries she sustained. Her energy levels remained high, her determination unwavering.
"Let's end this," Jocha said, her Stand glowing with an intense light. She channeled all her power into a final attack, her allies doing the same. The combined might of their Stands created a devastating energy wave that engulfed Perfect Cell.
U2 tried to adapt, but it was too late. The sheer force of the attack overwhelmed him, Perfect Cell let out a cough as Lapis and Lazuli were expelled and with a final, defiant roar, Cell was obliterated, his body disintegrating into nothingness.
The battlefield fell silent as the dust settled. Jocha and her friends stood victorious, the threat of Perfect Cell finally eliminated. They had faced unimaginable odds and emerged stronger, their bonds and determination carrying them through.
"We did it," Bardock said, his voice filled with relief and pride. "We protected our home. Jocha, are you the legend, your power. It's higher than Frieza's." said Bardock.
"We did it," Bardock said, his voice filled with relief and pride. "We protected our home. Jocha, your power... It's higher than Frieza's."
Jocha looked down for a moment, reflecting on the battles she had fought and the friends she had lost and gained along the way. "I'm no legend," she replied softly. "I'm just someone who refused to give up, no matter how impossible things seemed. But together, we can create our own legends."
Bardock's stern expression softened as he looked at his daughter with immense pride. "You're right," he said, pulling Jocha into a warm embrace. "I'm proud of you, Jocha."
Jocha returned the hug, feeling the weight of their victory and the hope for the future. "I have to do this one thing," she said, determination sparking in her eyes as she broke the embrace and flew down to the injured.
Summoning No Doubt, her Stand radiated a calming aura as it began to heal the injured with Healing Touch. Jocha moved quickly and efficiently, saving every guard just in time. The glow from No Doubt's abilities washed over the battlefield, mending wounds and restoring vitality.
As the last of the injured were healed, Jocha stood amidst the recovered soldiers and allies. They looked at her with gratitude and newfound respect, their spirits lifted by her unyielding courage and compassion.
Bardock watched from a distance, his heart swelling with pride. "She's something special," he murmured to himself, a rare smile crossing his face.
Jocha floated back up, rejoining her father and the rest of their Family The sense of camaraderie and hope was palpable, the air filled with the promise of a brighter future.
Prince Vegeta 7, Tarble 4, Cabba 4, Turles 5, Chi-chi 4, Bulma 5, Raditz 11 and Launch 7 landed onto the lookout. As King Piccolo was set on the ground. Mr. Popo and Kami came out of the lookout. "Good he's here. Let's seal him away again." said Kami. "No, anything but that, Please I will change, Do you know how it feels to be left alone with your thoughts, I am weak and old." begged King Piccolo. "I am not going to fall for your tricks again," said Kami. Kami walked back into the lookout. King Piccolo turned to the children. "Kill me, please kill Me." Kami Begged.
Prince Vegeta and the others looked at each other, unsure of how to respond to King Piccolo's desperate plea. Chi-Chi, only four years old, clung to Bulma's hand, her wide eyes filled with confusion and fear.
Prince Vegeta, though only seven, stepped forward with a determined look. "We're not here to kill you," he said firmly. "We're here to make sure you can't hurt anyone else."
King Piccolo's eyes, filled with despair, darted between the children and Mr. Popo, who stood silent and watchful. "You don't understand," Piccolo rasped. "I've had centuries to reflect on my actions. Being sealed away is a fate worse than death."
Mr. Popo's expression softened slightly, but he remained resolute. "You brought this upon yourself, King Piccolo. You must face the consequences of your actions."
Tarble, Cabba, Turles, Raditz, and Launch stood back, observing the exchange with mixed emotions. Turles, the oldest, crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. "If you're truly remorseful, you should accept your punishment."
In a last-ditch effort, King Piccolo turned to the children, his eyes pleading. "Wait! What if I produce an egg, and you raise it to be good? Then you can kill me. I wouldn't be connected to Kami anymore," he proposed, his voice a mix of hope and fear.
Raditz, who had been silent until now, nodded. "If it means he won't be a threat anymore, it's worth considering."
King Piccolo's eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope as he saw the uncertainty in the children's faces. "Please, give me this chance to atone," he begged. "Raise my offspring to be good, and end my existence. It's the only way I can truly make amends."
Prince Vegeta turned to Mr. Popo and Kami, who had been watching closely. "What do you think?" he asked, seeking their wisdom.
Kami sighed, his stern demeanor wavering slightly. "If we take this path, it will be a heavy responsibility," he said slowly. "But it may be the only way to ensure a future free from Piccolo's evil."
Mr. Popo nodded in agreement. "We will guide you in this endeavor if you choose to accept it," he said, his voice gentle but firm.
The young warriors huddled together, discussing the proposition in hushed tones. Finally, Prince Vegeta turned back to King Piccolo. "We'll do it," he announced. "But know this—if you try to deceive us, we won't hesitate to end you."
King Piccolo nodded fervently. "I understand. Thank you for giving me this chance," he said, relief washing over his features.
With that, King Piccolo began the process of producing an egg, his body straining with the effort. The children watched in awe and apprehension as the egg emerged, glowing with a faint light.
Prince Vegeta stepped forward and gently picked up the egg, cradling it carefully. "We'll raise it to be good," he promised. "And then, we'll end your life as you asked."
King Piccolo closed his eyes, a tear slipping down his cheek. "Thank you," he whispered. "May this be the beginning of a new era."
As the young warriors prepared to fulfill their promise, a solemn atmosphere settled over the lookout. King Piccolo's eyes were filled with a mix of fear, resignation, and a glimmer of hope as he watched them.
Prince Vegeta, still holding the egg, looked around at his comrades. "Who will do it?" he asked, his voice steady but tinged with a hint of apprehension.
Turles, the oldest and most experienced, stepped forward. "I'll do it," he said firmly. "This is not a burden you should carry, Prince."
The others nodded in agreement, recognizing the weight of the act. Turles approached King Piccolo, who knelt on the ground, ready to accept his fate.
King Piccolo looked up at Turles, his eyes filled with a strange mixture of gratitude and sorrow. "Thank you," he whispered. "Make sure my offspring grows up to be everything I couldn't."
Turles nodded, his expression serious. He raised his hand, gathering energy for the final blow. "I'll make it quick," he promised.
With a swift, decisive motion, Turles released the energy, striking King Piccolo with precision. The blast was powerful and clean, ending King Piccolo's life instantly. His body crumpled to the ground, lifeless.
The children stood in silence, processing the gravity of what had just happened. Prince Vegeta held the egg tightly, a new determination in his eyes. "We will honor this promise," he said, looking at his friends and allies. "We will raise this child to be good, and ensure a future free from Piccolo's evil."
Mr. Popo and Kami watched from a distance, their expressions a mix of sadness and hope. They knew the path ahead would be challenging, but they also saw the potential for a brighter future in the young warriors before them.
As the sun began to set, casting long shadows over the lookout, the group gathered together, ready to face the challenges ahead and fulfill the promise they had made.