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Chapter 60: Respect
The air was thick as Hinata stood across from Piccolo, the memories of their last encounter heavy in the atmosphere. Eight long months had passed since the arrival of Raditz, and she had avoided facing the reincarnated Piccolo, the one who had killed her in his previous life as Piccolo Daimao.
But today, she was done running.
Today, she would face her past head-on.
Piccolo's eyes narrowed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "So, you've finally decided to stop hiding," he taunted, his deep voice dripping with condescension. "I was starting to think you'd never muster up the courage."
Hinata's Byakugan flared to life, her veins bulging around her eyes as she focused all her chakra into her vision. "I'm not hiding," she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside her. Memories of her past death at the hands of Piccolo Daimao flashed in her mind, but she pushed them aside. "I just needed to be ready."
Piccolo chuckled, his aura flaring as he readied himself for battle. "Ready? Let's see if you're ready to face the one who ended your life."
Without hesitation, Hinata dashed forward, her feet barely grazing the ground as she closed the distance. Her palms glowed with chakra as she struck out, aiming for Piccolo's vital points with the precision of a Hyuga master. But Piccolo was ready. His body moved like a shadow, effortlessly dodging each of her strikes, his movements fluid and more importantly casual.
"Is that all you've got?" Piccolo sneered, his voice a low growl as he sidestepped another strike. The wind from her missed attack ruffled his cape, but he was untouched. "You'll need more than that to even scratch me."
Frustration flared in Hinata's chest, her breath coming in sharp bursts as she increased the speed of her strikes. Each hit was faster, more desperate, but her opponent seemed to dance around her, mocking her efforts. With a swift movement, he deflected her attack, his arm blurring as he countered with a backhanded blow that connected with her jaw. The impact was like a thunderclap—BAM—sending her skidding across the rocky terrain, blood spraying from her mouth as she tumbled to a halt.
"You're too slow," he mocked, his tone dripping with irritation. His green skin gleamed under the harsh sunlight, his eyes burning with the thrill of battle. "You call this being ready?"
Hinata gritted her teeth, feeling the sting of his words. She knew she was outclassed.
Before she could recover, Piccolo lunged at her with inhuman speed—WHOOSH—his fist crashing into her chest with a bone-cracking impact—CRACK, BOOM—sending her flying back into the rubble. The pain was excruciating, her vision darkening as she coughed up blood, her body tolled with agony.
"Is that all?" he roared, his voice filled with rage as he stalked toward her once more. His cape billowed behind him like the wings of a demon, his eyes glowing with fury. "Is that the best you can do, after all this time? You're still nothing! You'll always be nothing!"
Hinata's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling as she struggled to stand. The world around her was a blur of pain and destruction, but she couldn't give up. Not now. Not ever. Tears mingled with the blood on her face as she forced herself to rise.
"I'm not… nothing," she whispered. Her vision cleared once more, focusing on the towering figure of Piccolo, the reincarnation of the demon who had once taken her life. "I'm Hinata Hyuga… and I'll never… back down."
Even with her nindo, the sting of his words cut deeper than the physical blows. Summoning more chakra despite this, she surged forward again, her hands a blur as she attacked with renewed fervor. But every move she made was met with Piccolo's overwhelming strength. His fists hammered into her like sledgehammers, each blow driving her deeper into the ground—BOOM, BAM, CRACK—and his ki blasts tore through the landscape, leaving craters and debris in their wake, the world around them shattering under the force of their bout.
She was losing. Badly.
Piccolo's laughter echoed through the battlefield, cold and mocking. He lunged forward, his knee driving into her abdomen with a sickening crunch—CRACK—lifting her off her feet and sending her crashing into a nearby cliffside. The impact was devastating—BOOM—the rock face crumbling as her body slammed into it, leaving a deep indent in the stone. Hinata gasped, the air forced from her lungs, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth as she struggled to stay conscious.
"Pathetic," the reincarnation spat, his voice filled with contempt. He marched toward her, his orange mocassins crunching the ground beneath him with every step. He reached down and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her off the ground effortlessly. His fingers dug into her skin, cutting off her air supply as he brought her face close to his.
"Get up," he commanded, his voice cold and merciless. "Show me that power you're hiding. Or are you too afraid to let it loose?"
Hinata's vision blurred as she fought to breathe, her legs kicking weakly in the air. Fear gripped her heart, the memories of her past death threatening to overwhelm her. But she couldn't give in. Not now. Not after everything she had fought for. Her eyes flickered between fear and determination, her mind racing as she tried to gather the strength to fight back.
"Do it," he snarled, his patience wearing thin. His grip tightened around her throat, and she could feel the life being squeezed out of her. "Or I'll end you again right here and now."
The ground beneath them began to shake as Piccolo's aura flared, a swirling vortex of energy surrounding them. His free hand glowed with a bright, ominous light as he began to charge a ki blast powerful enough to vaporize her. The air crackled with electricity, the pressure of his power crushing everything around them. The cliffside began to crumble, rocks falling away as the very earth trembled under the weight of his impending attack.
None of that mattered to Hinata, however. His words, intended to intimidate, instead ignited a fire deep within her. Memories of Piccolo Daimao's merciless blast—the searing nature of it, the helplessness—rushed back to her, but this time, they did not bring fear.
They brought fury. Anger, pure and seething, boiled up from the depths of her soul.
Her body trembled as her chakra flared wildly, the ground beneath her feet cracking and splintering under the sheer force of her energy. The aura around her exploded, blue and brilliant, as her Byakugan intensified, the pale veins around her eyes glowing with an ethereal power. Then, something changed. The veins faded away, and the familiar lavender of the Byakugan shifted, transforming into a radiant, cosmic blue. The Tenseigan had awakened, its power taking hold of her completely.
For a moment, everything seemed to pause as Hinata's Tenseigan eyes locked onto Piccolo's. There was no fear in them now—only a strength that pierced through his very core. The divine energy of the Tenseigan surged through her, and with it, some of her wounds began to heal, the cuts and bruises knitting together as if the very essence of her being was being restored by this newfound power.
Then, without warning, a massive blast of chakra erupted from her body—WHOOSH—the shockwave of energy slamming into Piccolo and sending him skidding backward across the shattered ground. The force was immense, far greater than anything he had anticipated, and for the first time, his confident smirk faltered.
Piccolo's eyes narrowed as he felt the overwhelming shift in her energy, the sheer intensity of it unlike anything he had expected. "That's more like it," he muttered, his tone tinged with cautious respect as he took a step back, reassessing his opponent.
For the first time, a flicker of doubt crossed Piccolo's mind. He wasn't a fool. He could sense the truth—this was not the same Hinata he had faced before. She was stronger now, far stronger, and the realization hit him like a cold splash of water.
Hinata's aura exploded into a divine, radiant light, the Tenseigan Chakra Mode enveloping her like a goddess of war. The power coursing through her veins was intoxicating, a torrent of energy that threatened to consume her—but she held firm. This was her moment, her reckoning.
And this time, she truly refused to hold back. At all.
She was no longer the timid girl who cowered before monsters.
She was a force of nature.
And he was going to respect it.
With a burst of speed that shattered the speed of light, she launched herself at Piccolo, her movements transcending comprehension. The earth beneath her feet cratered from the sheer force of her takeoff, and in an instant, her fist collided with Piccolo's jaw with a resounding BOOM that echoed across the battlefield.
But before he could recover, the girl was on him again.
With a blinding flash, she reappeared in front of him, her fist already in motion. The impact was devastating—BOOM—her punch driving into his midsection with enough force to crater the ground beneath him. Piccolo's eyes widened in shock, his breath forced from his lungs as the pain radiated through his entire body.
She unleashed a relentless barrage of strikes, her fists and feet moving with blinding speed, each blow resonating with a thunderous crack. Piccolo fought back as valiantly as he could, but it was clear he was being overwhelmed. Hinata's strength and speed had skyrocketed, and her mastery of martial arts—learned from Goku and Kami—was on full display. She was no longer the gentle fighter who relied solely on her palms...
She was a martial artist, complete in every sense.
Blood sprayed from Piccolo's mouth as Hinata's knee drove into his ribs, the sickening CRUNCH of bones breaking echoing through the air. She followed up with a spinning kick that caught him across the temple, sending him crashing into the ground with such force that the earth itself split open, a massive crater forming beneath him.
As he tried to stand, he smirked despite the wrath that threatened to put him out of his misery.
He definitely bit off more than he could chew. She was relentless.
"Do you understand now?" Hinata's voice cut through his thoughts, her eyes blazing with the light of the Tenseigan. "I'm not afraid of you anymore!"
She descended upon him with a ferocity that bordered on ruthless, her strikes fueled by the memories of her past death.
"You…" CRACK! Her fist connected with his jaw, shattering bone.
"Won't…" THUD! Her foot slammed into his chest, driving him deeper into the ground.
"Ever…" BOOM! She unleashed a powerful chakra-infused strike, blasting him across the battlefield.
"Have…" CRASH! Her fists pounded into him, each blow sending shockwaves through the earth.
"Power…" SMASH! She drove him through a massive boulder, the rock crumbling to dust.
"Over…" BOOM! Another strike sent him skidding across the ground, leaving a deep trench in his wake.
"Me!" she roared, her voice cracking with the intensity of her emotions.
Piccolo lay in the crater, bloodied and broken, the once-mighty demon king reduced to a trembling heap. But Hinata wasn't done. This was more than just a fight—it was her catharsis, her moment to conquer the fear that had haunted her for so long.
Her fist began to glow with a potent, concentrated chakra, the energy spiraling around her hand like a hurricane. The ground trembled beneath her as she prepared to deliver the final blow, her heart pounding in her chest.
"EVER… AGAIN!" she screamed, the intensity of her voice making the battlefield quiver in fear.
Hinata stood tall, her aura still blazing around her, the goddess of war she had become now fully realized. Her chest heaved with exertion, but her eyes never wavered, locked onto the fallen figure of Piccolo.
"And you," she said, her voice low, "will respect that."
She was no longer a victim.
She was the storm, the force that would not be denied.
And for the first time, Piccolo knew what it was to fear her.
And now, she was going to eviscerate Piccolo in an act of revenge.
But just as she was about to strike, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her into a gentle embrace. The warmth of that touch, so familiar and comforting, immediately began to thaw the ice around her heart.
"That's enough, Hinata," Goku's voice whispered in her ear, soothing and warm.
Hinata froze, the fury in her heart ebbing away at the sound of his voice. Her glowing eyes dimmed slightly as she felt the familiar warmth of Goku's presence, his energy wrapping around her like a comforting blanket.
"Goku…" she murmured, her voice trembling with the weight of the emotions that had overwhelmed her. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion, anger, and relief, all colliding within her as she struggled to comprehend the intensity of what she had just experienced.
Goku tightened his hold, resting his chin on her shoulder, his breath warm against her neck. "You did great, Hinata. I'm so proud of you."
Those words pierced through the hardened exterior she had built around herself, breaking something deep inside her. The tears she had been holding back for so long, the tears of pain, frustration, and fear, began to fall, silent and uncontrollable. They traced down her cheeks, mingling with the dirt and blood that had splattered during the battle.
"Goku, I… I love you… I love you so much…"
Goku smiled softly, his heart swelling with affection for the woman in his arms. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment as he tried to convey everything he felt for her in that single act.
"I love you too, Hinata. More than anything."
Her breath hitched, and she turned her head slightly to meet his gaze. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the world around them faded away, leaving just the two of them, bound together by the unspoken. With a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the ferocity of her battle, Goku leaned in, capturing her lips in a chaste kiss, sealing their bond with a touch that was as soft as it was sincere.
The Tenseigan's power began to fade away, the glowing aura around Hinata dissipating like mist in the morning sun as she allowed herself to fully lean into Goku's embrace. The rage, the pain, the need to prove herself—all of it melted away in the warmth of his love, leaving her feeling lighter, freer than she had in a long time.
Piccolo, battered and bruised, slowly stood up, watching the scene unfold with both respect and irritation. He wiped the blood from his mouth, a wry smile playing on his lips. "You've gotten strong, Hinata. Stronger than I expected."
Hinata didn't respond, her focus solely on Goku as she tried to calm her racing heart. She could still feel the residual anger simmering beneath the surface, but it was tempered now by the love and support she felt in Goku's embrace. Goku, however, looked over at Piccolo, his expression one of calm understanding, as if he knew exactly what the reincarnation was thinking.
"Thanks for pushing her, Piccolo," he said, his voice genuine. "She needed this."
Piccolo grunted in response, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, well… she's got potential. But don't think for a second I'm going to take it easy on either of you."
Goku chuckled, finally releasing Hinata from his embrace and giving her a reassuring smile. "Wouldn't have it any other way, Piccolo. We're just getting started."
Hinata wiped her tears, feeling a mix of exhaustion and relief. "I'm sorry… I lost control."
Goku shook his head, his hand gently cupping her cheek as he looked into her eyes with nothing but pride. "Don't be. You did what you had to do. And you showed just how strong you really are. You're incredible."
Hinata's heart swelled with emotion at his words, the heavy weight of everything she had been carrying for so long finally lifting off her shoulders. She wasn't alone in this battle—she never had been. And now, more than ever, she knew that no matter how hard the fight, no matter how dark the path ahead, Goku would be by her side, supporting her every step of the way.
Oh my Kami she loved him so much.
As the night fell and the stars dotted the dark sky, the Saiyan stood up, his eyes twinkling.
He was up to something.
"I'll be right back," he said, giving Hinata a thumbs up before he launched himself into the air with a burst of speed. WHOOOOSH! Hinata watched him go, her heart still heavy with the adrenaline and emotion of the fight.
Moments later, Goku returned, landing softly beside her with something small and green in his hand. "Here," he said, holding out a single Senzu Bean. "This should do the trick."
She reached out and took the bean, her fingers brushing against Goku's. She looked up at him, a question in her eyes, and he nodded, understanding without words. With a determined expression, she walked over to Piccolo, who was still recovering from their intense battle, his breathing heavy but his gaze sharp as ever.
"Here," Hinata said, offering the Senzu Bean to Piccolo.
His eyes narrowed at the gesture, suspicion flickering across his face, but something in Hinata's gaze made him accept it without argument. He popped the bean into his mouth and chewed, the effects immediate and overwhelming.
Piccolo's eyes widened as his injuries healed, his energy returning tenfold. He stood up, flexing his rejuvenated muscles, a smirk forming on his lips as he marveled at the bean's incredible properties.
"These Senzu Beans are something else," he muttered, testing the newfound strength in his limbs. He looked at Hinata, his smirk deepening. "If we had a stash of these, the Saiyans wouldn't stand a chance in hell."
Hinata managed a small smile, her earlier fury having melted away. Goku watched the exchange with a quiet satisfaction, sensing the growing respect between the two of them.
Piccolo, noticing the change in his own attitude, felt a strange sensation tugging at his chest. The more time he spent with these two, the more the remnants of his father's hatred and malice seemed to fade. He didn't know if it was Goku's boundless optimism or Hinata's kindness—or perhaps both—that was causing this shift, but it was undeniable. He found himself wanting to be better, stronger in his own right, not just an extension of his father's will.
As the night deepened, the trio settled around a campfire, the warmth of the fire contrasting sharply with the cold memories they were about to confront.
Hinata stared into the fire, her thoughts heavy. "Piccolo," she began slowly, her voice barely louder than the crackling of the flames. "I've been meaning to ask... Do you genuinely remember the time your father... Piccolo Daimao... killed me?"
His expression hardened, the shadows from the fire making his features seem more severe. "I remember," he replied, his voice low, almost a growl. "His memories are mine, though I wish they weren't."
Hinata nodded, her eyes still fixed on the dancing flames. "I was weak then. Helpless. It was the darkest moment of my life... but it wasn't really you, was it? The one who did that."
Piccolo's gaze softened, a rare moment of vulnerability flickering in his eyes. "It was him, but it wasn't me. I'm not him, Hinata. I'm not the demon that killed you."
There was a long silence as Hinata processed his words. But then, she lifted her head, her emotional eyes fading into a soft, gentle gaze.
"I forgive you," she said, her voice strong. "I forgive you for the sins of your father."
Piccolo gritted his teeth; he had expected a resurgence of anger, resentment, perhaps even a desire for revenge.
But forgiveness? He didn't know how to respond to that.
Goku, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke up. "Piccolo... you're not like him. You've got your own path to walk, your own strength to find. You don't need to carry his darkness with you."
Piccolo looked between the two of them, his mind racing. "I've spent my entire of life trying to be him," he admitted, his voice rough with emotion. "But the more I think about it, the more I realize... he was weak. Pathetic, even. He needed someone else to make him strong—genetic modifications, dark alliances. He had no honor, no real power of his own. And that's not who I want to be."
Hinata nodded from her position. "You're right, Piccolo. You're stronger than him in every way that matters."
Piccolo clenched his fists, feeling the truth of her words resonate within him. "I'll prove it," he said. "I'll become stronger than everyone under the heavens. But I'll do it on my terms, with my own power. I don't need to become my father to prove that."
Slowly but surely, the darkness of Piccolo's past was being pruned away, replaced by something brighter, something stronger.
Goku grinned with a spark of excitement in his eyes. "That's the spirit, Piccolo! You're gonna get so strong that no one will be able to stop you—not the Saiyans, not anyone! Except for us of course."
The Saiyan prince floated just outside his space-pod, the vast emptiness of space stretching infinitely around him. The cold, unforgiving vacuum offered no resistance as he raised two fingers, pointing them dismissively at the planet Arlia below. His expression was one of utter detachment, as if the world beneath him was nothing more than an insignificant speck.
With a single, precise motion, Vegeta fired a concentrated blue beam from his fingertips. The energy streaked through the void, slicing through the planet's atmosphere with ruthless efficiency. In mere seconds, the beam struck the core of Arlia, igniting a chain reaction that ripped the planet apart from within. The surface fractured and buckled, glowing with a sickly orange hue before collapsing into itself, obliterating everything in an instant.
The vacuum of space absorbed the devastation in eerie silence, leaving nothing but scattered debris and a fading light where a planet once existed.
Vegeta didn't bother to watch the final moments. He simply turned and re-entered his space-pod, the hatch sealing shut behind him with a quiet hiss. Inside, the silence was heavy, but it was the kind of silence that followed an act of absolute power.
Nappa's voice crackled over the communicator, his excitement barely contained. "Heh, you really know how to put on a show, Vegeta!"
Vegeta's gaze remained fixed on the distant stars. "Arlia was a waste of time," he said, his tone cold and uninterested. "Earth is our real target. Kakarot won't know what hit him."
The pods powered up, their engines flaring as they launched back into the depths of space, leaving the remnants of Arlia to drift aimlessly in the void. The stars blurred into streaks of light as they hurtled toward their next destination—Earth.
Inside his pod, Vegeta closed his eyes, the thrill of destruction still fresh, but it was not enough.
It would never be enough until he was immortal.
And as for Nappa, he grinned in anticipation of the chaos to come. "This is gonna be fun."
"Alright guys," King Kai began, his voice echoing across the planet, carrying a weight that belied his comical appearance. "Today, we're focusing on the basics of the Kaioken. Remember, it's all about control. Too much, and you'll blow yourself to pieces; too little, and you'll just look like a tomato trying to squeeze out its last breath!"
Lee, Gai, and Itachi stood before him, their postures tense, eyes focused.
"The Kaioken," King Kai continued, "is a technique that amplifies your strength, speed, and senses. But it's also a dangerous tool if not mastered properly. Gai, you're used to amplifying your power with the Hachimon Gates, but Kaioken is different. It requires finesse, not just brute force."
Gai grunted in acknowledgment, his body already glowing with the faintest hint of red energy. "Understood, King Kai. But I must say, this is proving to be more difficult than I imagined."
"That's because you're trying to force it, Gai," Itachi interjected, his voice contrasting sharply with Gai's fiery demeanor. "The Kaioken isn't about overwhelming power; it's about balance. You have to harmonize with it, not dominate it."
King Kai nodded approvingly. "Exactly, Itachi! The Kaioken is an extension of yourself, not an added layer. Think of it as… seasoning, not the meal itself."
Lee, who had been absorbing every word, suddenly stepped forward, his eyes shining with understanding. "I think I get it now. It's like when Goku showed me how to maintain my strength without burning out too quickly. It's about pacing, about letting the energy flow through you rather than trying to contain it."
King Kai beamed. "That's right, Lee! Now, let's see what you've got!"
Lee closed his eyes, drawing in a deep breath as he focused on the energy within him. The green chakra of the Kyōmon began to glow around his body, a fierce, vibrant energy that roared like a wild beast. But then, as he exhaled, a second aura began to shimmer into existence—a red, fiery energy that intertwined with the green. The two auras danced together, harmonizing in a beautiful, dangerous display of power.
"Kaio…Ken!" Lee's voice echoed across the small planet as the red aura flared, intensifying the green.
Gai watched, his own body trembling with the effort of controlling his Kaioken. He could feel the power threatening to overwhelm him, but Lee's example gave him a new perspective. It wasn't about dominating the Kaioken; it was about letting it enhance what was already there.
Itachi, on the other hand, was focused on a different technique. The Spirit Bomb, or Genkidama, as King Kai had called it, was a powerful weapon that drew on the life energy of all living things. But for him, the true challenge lay not in creating the bomb itself but in finding a way to integrate it into his own unique fighting style.
"I've been thinking," he said quietly as he watched Lee train, "about how to make the Genkidama more effective. My Susano'o is a powerful defense, but it's also a powerful offense. If I could channel the Genki through the Totsuka Blade, I could potentially create something… more."
King Kai raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "You mean to merge the Genkidama with your Susano'o? That's… ambitious, Itachi. But it's also risky. The Genkidama requires purity of heart. If your intentions waver, even for a second, it could backfire."
Itachi's eyes met King Kai's. "I understand the risks, but I believe it's worth it. The Totsuka Blade is already imbued with powerful spiritual energy. If I can harness the Genki and combine it with the blade's sealing properties… it could become an unstoppable force. I'll call it… the Totsukadama."
King Kai pondered this for a moment before nodding. "Very well, Itachi. But be careful. The Genkidama is not a tool to be used lightly."
As Itachi began his training, his Susano'o forming around him in a brilliant display of power, Lee continued to refine his Kaioken, pushing the limits of what his body could handle. The red and green auras around him flickered and pulsed, each movement a testament to his incredible willpower.
Gai, meanwhile, was struggling with his own progress. The Kaioken clashed with his natural tendencies, and he could feel the strain it was putting on his body. But he refused to give up. He would master this technique, just as he had mastered the Hachimon Gates. Failure was not an option.
As the months passed, Lee's progress with the Kaioken and even the Genkidama became nothing short of astonishing. By the tenth month, he had successfully stacked the Kaioken on top of the Seventh Gate, creating a green and red aura that radiated a terrifying strength. His body, strengthened by his time in the Otherworld, handled the power with ease, but he knew that in the real world, such a feat would be far more dangerous.
Itachi's Totsukadama, on the other hand, was a work of art. The blade glowed with an ethereal light, the Genki coursing through it like a living thing. Itachi wielded it with precision, each strike a perfect blend of power and control. He could feel the energy of the Spirit Bomb within the blade, a force of unimaginable potential.
But the path had not been easy. There were countless failures, moments where it seemed as though their efforts were in vain. But through it all, Lee, Gai, and Itachi had persevered, pushing themselves to the brink and beyond.
They were no longer just shinobi; they were warriors of the Otherworld, training for a battle that would decide the fate of their world.
As the eleventh month drew near, Lee stood at the edge of King Kai's planet, his eyes closed as he gathered the Genki from the life around him. The energy flowed into him, pure and untainted, a testament to his indomitable spirit. He held his hands to the sky, the Genkidama forming above him in a radiant sphere of light.
"I've done it," he whispered to himself, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I've finally done it."
Gai, watching from a distance, nodded in approval. "Lee… you've surpassed even my expectations. You truly are a prodigy."
Itachi, his Totsukadama glowing softly in the twilight, turned to King Kai. "What's next?"
King Kai smiled, his eyes twinkling behind his sunglasses. "Next? Next, you prepare for the real challenge. What you've learned here is just the beginning. The Saiyans are coming, and they won't hold back. But with the power you've gained… you might just stand more than a chance against them."
On The Lookout, the air crackled as Naruto, Sasuke, Kakashi, Ino, and Tien clashed in an all-out brawl. The ground beneath their feet trembled, and the very air seemed to warp under the pressure of their combined powers. In the corner, Yajirobe lay unconscious, having been knocked out early in the sparring session, his snores a stark contrast to the explosive chaos around him.
Kakashi, the Rokudaime Hokage, had spent the past few months refining his already fearsome abilities. His path mirrored Sasuke's in many ways—with the core difference being he focused on mastering the Kamui, the space-time technique that had long ago solely belonged to his friend and comrade, Obito. But Kakashi's training had taken the Kamui to new heights. His attack speed had become almost instantaneous, his range extended far beyond what it once was, and his potency had reached terrifying levels. He could warp himself out of harm's way in a split second, appearing behind an opponent with lethal intent.
But it wasn't just about survival; Kakashi had learned to weaponize the Kamui in ways Obito could have only imagined.
In the middle of the spar, he demonstrated this newfound prowess. Sasuke's Indra Arrows, a devastating barrage of black lightning-infused energy, hurtled toward Kakashi and Tien. With a casual flicker of his Sharingan, Kakashi activated Kamui, warping the arrows into the void as if they never existed.
"Is that all you've got, Sasuke?" Kakashi asked, though his voice carried the weight of genuine respect.
Sasuke smirked, not missing a beat. "You taught me well, Kakashi-sensei. But let's see how you handle this."
There was no time to see anything however. Tien was not here to be ignored. With a roar, he charged up a Kikoho, his hands forming a triangle as the deadly energy condensed between them.
The air buzzed with the intensity of the attack, and with a shout, Tien unleashed it directly at Kakashi and Sasuke. "KIKOHO!"
Kakashi didn't flinch as the Kikoho bore down on him, his form shimmering as he phased out of existence, using Kamui to avoid the attack entirely. Sasuke, on the other hand, opted for a more direct approach. Lightning crackled around him as he activated the Purple Lightning jutsu he and his sensei had developed together. His Susano'o flared to life, a condensed, body conformed figure of raw energy and power that enabled him the maneuverability he was typically accustomed to.
Sasuke moved with blinding speed, the Purple Lightning crackling around him as he darted around the Kikoho, closing the distance between him and Tien in the blink of an eye. Tien barely had time to react before Sasuke's Susano'o-clad fist slammed into him, sending him crashing into the tiles with a force that would have cratered The Lookout floor beneath him if not for its majestic properties.
"Tien," Sasuke said, his voice cool, "you're strong, but you're not fast enough. Not for me."
Tien, damaged from the blow, forced himself to his feet. "Maybe not yet, but I won't stop until I surpass you."
Kakashi, having phased back into existence, watched the exchange with a critical eye. "Sasuke's right, Tien. Your strength is impressive, but strength alone won't be enough."
As the spar continued, Ino was locked in her own battle with Naruto. Despite the overwhelming power of Kurama at his disposal, Naruto found himself struggling against Ino's mind jutsu. Her control had evolved to a terrifying degree over the past twelve months, allowing her to disrupt Naruto's cognitive functions with a precision that left him vulnerable.
For a moment, Naruto's mind was a haze of confusion, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated as Ino pressed her advantage, striking with a flurry of taijutsu that forced him onto the defensive. Her movements were sharp, calculated, each strike aimed to cripple rather than kill. But despite her best efforts, she lacked the raw power to finish the fight.
He was too durable damnit!
Kurama, sensing the danger, surged to the surface, his chakra flooding Naruto's system and snapping him out of Ino's jutsu. With a growl, the man caught the girls wrists in a vice-like grip, pinning her to the ground with his superior strength.
"Nice try, Ino-chan," Naruto said, his voice tinged with respect. "But you're not getting the drop on me that easily."
Ino, her body pinned to the cold tiles by the jinchūriki's overwhelming strength, grinned with a confidence that seemed to defy her situation. Her mind raced, calculating her next move, refusing to be outdone.
"You're not getting out of this one," he teased, his tone playful. "So just concede, it's okay."
But Ino's smirk only widened as she formed a hand seal with one hand, her chakra flaring up. "Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!"
In an instant, multiple clones of the girl appeared, surrounding Naruto despite his hold on the original. The sheer audacity of the move caught him off guard, and for a split second, his grip loosened.
"Like what you see, Naruto-kun?" one of the clones teased, her voice dripping with a mix of flirtation and mischief.
Before Naruto could respond, the Ino clones moved in perfect unison, placing their hands to the sides of their foreheads. A split-second later, the air was filled with an intense burst of light—Chakra Flare, a blinding technique that mimicked the Taiyōken, otherwise known as the Solar Flare that Tien had once demonstrated.
"Damn it!" Naruto cursed, shutting his eyes instinctively due to being blinded. But his training kicked in almost immediately. His Sage Mode immediately activated, his senses heightened beyond normal comprehension. The world around him pulsed with life, energy signatures flaring like beacons.
The Ino clones launched themselves at Naruto, attempting to take advantage of his temporary blindness. But Naruto, with his enhanced senses, moved like a whirlwind, striking down each clone with precision and grace. Each blow sent a shockwave rippling through the air, scattering the clones in bursts of smoke.
Ino, realizing her plan was falling apart, gritted her teeth and pushed harder, but before she could react, Naruto's hand caught her wrist in mid-strike. He twisted, pulling her down to the ground and pinning her once more. "Gotcha."
"Damn it…" she spat, frustration clear in her voice.
Before she could respond further, a sudden crackle of electricity filled the air. Sasuke, ever the opportunist, had been lying in wait. "Raiton: Raimei," he intoned, his voice cold and calculated as he thrust his sword forward, lightning dancing along the blade.
Naruto barely had time to react, his senses warning him of the impending danger. He rolled to the side, releasing Ino as the lightning strike obliterated the space where he had just been. The ground shattered, sending tiles flying in all directions.
Sasuke didn't stop. He moved with lethal precision, his sword now aimed at Ino's throat.
"You're not bad, Ino," he said, his voice low, "but you lack the finishing touch."
Ino's frustration boiled over, her teeth gritting in silent rage. She knew Sasuke was right, and it stung more than she cared to admit.
Naruto, recovering from the attack, narrowed his eyes. "You're not getting rid of me that easily, teme!" With a burst of energy, he pushed himself into his Six Paths Sage Mode, his chakra blazing like a golden inferno.
Sasuke responded in kind, his Susano'o roaring back to life, its form cloaked in the eerie glow of Purple Lightning. The two forces clashed with an intensity that shook The Lookout itself.
With a burst of speed, the blonde closed the gap, his fist pulled back, chakra swirling into a Rasengan that crackled with immense power. Sasuke met him head-on, his Chidori screaming with the fury of a thousand birds. BSSHHHHH!
"RASENGAN!"
"CHIDORI!"
TZZZZTT! PSSSSHHHH!
Their attacks collided, the force of the impact sending out a shockwave so powerful that it nearly blew the others off the platform.
Naruto and Sasuke pushed against each other, neither willing to give an inch.
"Enough maggots!" Mr. Popo's voice boomed, echoing across The Lookout with a finality that demanded attention.
Before either could react, he moved with a speed that defied logic, appearing between them in an instant. With a casual flick of his wrist, he sent both Naruto and Sasuke flying off the edge of The Lookout, their bodies hurtling toward the earth below.
As they plummeted, the genie's voice followed them down, laced with a dark amusement. "Enjoy the climb back up… Bitch!"
Stifling her laughter, Ino slowly picked herself up, her mind racing as she replayed the fight in her head. She was powerful, yes, but she was still lacking something—something that could turn the tide in her favor.
Mr. Popo glanced at her, his dark eyes piercing into her soul. "You're stronger than I expected you to be maggot, but not strong enough. You need to be ruthless, unyielding… and above all, more dangerous than your opponent."
Ino nodded, determination hardening her resolve. She wouldn't be left behind, not again.
She would find that finishing move, that edge that would make her hellaciously dangerous.
Mr. Popo turned away, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You lot better be ready… the Saiyans will kill you. Or maybe... I will myself."
The skies above King Kai's planet shimmered with an urgency that had not been felt in ages. King Kai paced back and forth, his antennae twitching as he communicated with Kami on Earth.
The Saiyans were approaching faster than he anticipated, and the time to act was now.
"Kami, it's time," his voice was grave, the weight of his words sinking deep. "Itachi, Gai, and Lee. Use the Dragon Balls and bring them back to life. The Saiyan's are even closer than I thought they'd be."
Kami's response was swift. "Understood, King Kai. I'll inform Son Goku immediately."
Across the vast expanse of space and heavenly realms, Goku was perched atop a rocky outcrop, watching Hinata and Piccolo spar in the wilderness below. The mountains echoed with their clashing energies, the sound of the latter's fierce strikes and Hinata's nimble counters reverberating through the valleys.
His eyes widened as Kami's voice echoed in his mind.
"Goku, the time has come. The Saiyans are near. We need to bring back Itachi, Gai, and Lee. Gather the Dragon Balls and summon Shenron. The fate of Earth may depend on it."
The Saiyan didn't respond nor hesitate. He affirmed the request with a nod, and then he leaped from his perch, his body a blur as he took off into the sky.
Goku's first stop was Capsule Corp. The sleek, futuristic buildings that made up the sprawling complex was always a sight to behold as he landed softly on the well-manicured lawn.
To his surprise, Bulma was already waiting for him outside the main building, a knowing smile on her lips and the Dragon Radar in her hand. She had grown into a stunning woman over the years, her blue hair cascading down her shoulders, and as she looked at Goku, now in his seventeen-year-old form, she couldn't help but notice how much he had matured. He was no longer the pubescent boy she once knew; he was much taller, his muscles far more defined, and there was a certain magnetism about him now that she found undeniably attractive.
"Goku, you're always in such a rush," she teased, her blue eyes sparkling as she handed him the device. She bit her lip slightly, unable to fully hide her interest. "Luckily for you, six of the seven Dragon Balls are already gathered somewhere. You just need to do what you do, beat them up or convince them with words, then grab the last one too. I believe it's on an island in the middle of the ocean."
Goku grinned at her, his trademark enthusiasm shining through. "Thanks, Bulma! You're the best!" He turned to leave, but not before saying his final piece. "I'll be back with the radar soon. Stay safe!"
Bulma's heart skipped a beat at his grin, a small blush creeping up her cheeks. She rolled her eyes to cover her flustered reaction, but couldn't hide her smile.
"Just be careful, Goku," she called out, her voice laced with a flirtatious undertone. As he started to take off, she added with a smirk, "And don't keep a lady waiting too long."
Goku, as usual, was oblivious to the subtext in her words. He waved back with a carefree smile before dashing off toward Kame House, his mind already focused on the task at hand.
As he disappeared into the sky, Bulma watched him go, her smile softening. "Man, he's really grown up…" she muttered to herself, shaking her head. She turned back toward her home, her thoughts lingering on the Saiyan longer than she cared to admit.
The journey to Kame House was quick, the familiar island paradise coming into view within moments. Goku landed with a thud, sand kicking up around him. Master Roshi, Turtle, and blue-haired Launch were sitting on the porch, enjoying the afternoon sun.
"Goku!" Roshi exclaimed, adjusting his sunglasses. "Long time no see, m'boy! What brings you here?"
Goku gave his old master a respectful nod. "Hey Master Roshi! I'm here to grab the three-star Dragon Ball. It's urgent."
Launch stood up, brushing the sand from her dress. "Three-star? Oh, that's the one we found the other day, right, Turtle?"
Turtle nodded slowly, his ancient eyes blinking. "Yes, yes, it's inside the house. I'll go get it."
As Turtle disappeared inside, Goku exchanged a few words with Roshi and Launch, the lighthearted banter bringing back memories of simpler times. And of Krillin, too. When Turtle returned with the Dragon Ball, the Saiyan thanked him and took off once more, the orange orb gleaming in his hand.
Goku's next destination was a strange castle, one that stood alone in the middle of a desolate wasteland. Pilaf's Castle was a twisted, gothic structure, towering over the barren landscape with its dark spires and ominous aura. The radar informed Goku of the six Dragon Balls within the castle walls.
Without hesitation, he burst through the front gates, his entrance shattering the massive doors into splinters. The Pilaf Gang—Pilaf, Shu, and Mai—were in the middle of plotting their latest scheme when Goku barged in, a confident grin plastered on his face.
"Hey, I'm just here for the Dragon Balls!" he announced cheerfully, completely oblivious to the tension in the room.
Pilaf, ever the coward, immediately began to panic. "Y-you! How dare you barge into my castle like this!"
Mai and Shu moved to defend their master, but Goku's speed was too much for them. In a series of comically swift moves, he disarmed Shu, snatched the Dragon Balls from Mai, and gently shoved Pilaf into a wall, all while maintaining a playful demeanor.
"Sorry, guys, but I really need these," Goku said as he made the Dragon Balls float around him with a simple gesture. "You understand, right?"
Pilaf, his pride bruised, could only nod meekly. "Y-yeah… sure. Just… take them and go!"
Goku chuckled, giving them a thumbs-up. "Thanks! See you around!" And with that, he flew off, the Dragon Balls in tow, leaving the Pilaf Gang in a state of utter confusion and defeat.
The Saiyan soared through the sky, all seven Dragon Balls orbiting him like planets around a sun. He could feel the pull of destiny in the air, the weight of what was to come pressing down on his shoulders. But Goku, ever the optimist, pushed those thoughts aside as he made his way back to Hinata and Piccolo, who were still sparring in the wilderness.
He landed softly, the Dragon Balls clinking together as they settled around him. "Hey, Hinata! Piccolo!" Goku called out, catching their attention. "I've got something important to do. We're bringing back Itachi, Gai, and Lee."
Hinata's eyes widened in surprise, while Piccolo raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"Reviving the dead, huh? This is going to be interesting," Piccolo remarked, crossing his arms.
Goku nodded in agreement. "The Saiyans are getting closer. We need all the help we can get. Let's do this."
Together, they arranged the Dragon Balls in a circle, the familiar orange glow beginning to emanate from them. The atmosphere crackled with tension as the sky darkened, a swirl of clouds gathering overhead.
Goku stood at the center of the clearing, the seven Dragon Balls shimmering before him, glowing with an ethereal light. Piccolo and Hinata flanked him, their expressions focused, the weight of what was about to happen hanging heavily in the air.
"This is it," the protagonist said. "Time to bring them back."
He raised his hands to the sky, and with a commanding shout, he called forth the Eternal Dragon. "Shenron! Come forth and grant me my wish!"
The Dragon Balls erupted in a brilliant light, the energy within them coalescing into a massive, serpentine figure that ascended into the sky. Shenron's eyes blazed red as he looked down upon the trio, his voice booming with ancient power.
"You have collected all seven Dragon Balls. I am Shenron. Speak your wish, and it shall be granted."
Without hesitation, Goku spoke, his voice filled with urgency. "Shenron, I wish for the revival of Itachi Uchiha, Might Gai, and Rock Lee-"
Before he could finish his sentence, Hinata's voice cut in. "Goku, wait!"
Goku turned to her, surprise flickering in his eyes. "Hinata? What's wrong?"
Hinata's lavender eyes locked onto his onyx ones. "Raditz killed more than just Itachi, Gai, and Lee. There were others, more innocent people who lost their lives because of him. We can't just bring back who we know due to relevancy… We need to bring back everyone who was taken from us."
Goku blinked, realizing the truth in her words. He had been so focused on his "important" comrades that he hadn't considered the broader impact of Raditz's actions. The thought of leaving anyone behind made his chest tighten with guilt.
"You're right, Hinata," he said, nodding in agreement as he turned back to Shenron. "We have to bring them all back."
Piccolo, who had been watching silently, grunted. "Good to see at least one of you has a brain."
Goku ignored the quip and took a deep breath. He looked up at Shenron, who was still waiting semi-patiently, his glowing eyes fixed on the group below.
"Shenron," he called out, his voice firm and clear. "I wish for the revival of everyone who was killed by Raditz!"
Shenron's eyes glowed brighter, the power of the wish reverberating through the sky. The air around them crackled with energy as the dragon processed the request, his ancient power responding to the magnitude of the wish.
"Your wish has been granted," the dragon intoned, his voice resonating with finality. The light reflecting off the clouds in the darkened sky began to dim as his massive form started to dissolve into the ether. "Farewell."
With those words, Shenron's body dissolved into light, and the Dragon Balls shot into the sky, scattering across the world once more.
The sky returned to normal. But something was wrong—there was no sign of Itachi, Gai, or Lee.
Goku frowned, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Where are they? They should be here by now…"
Piccolo crossed his arms, his gaze sharp. "You're forgetting something, Goku. Just because they're revived doesn't mean they automatically return to Earth. They're still in Otherworld. They need to be brought here by Kami."
Goku's expression shifted to one of frustration. "Damnit! I should've thought of that. We're running out of time… If they're still in Otherworld, then that means—"
Hinata's eyes widened as realization dawned on her. "That means the Saiyans are probably nearby… They're close, aren't they, Piccolo?"
Piccolo nodded, his expression darkening. "Yeah. The long-awaited fight is finally here. We don't have time to waste."
The gravity of the situation settled in, the air growing heavier with each passing moment. Despite this, Piccolo's eyes narrowed as he looked at Goku, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Once we're done with these Saiyans, you're next on my list, Goku. And don't think I've forgotten about you, Hinata. I'll take you both down—one after the other."
Goku responded with a smile, his carefree nature shining through even in the face of impending doom. "Heh, I can't wait to see what you've got, Piccolo. You've been getting so much stronger, but I haven't slacked off either. This is gonna be fun!"
Hinata remained calm, her gaze steady as she looked between Goku and Piccolo. "Just remember, Piccolo… You may want to fight us, but we're stronger together. Don't underestimate that."
Piccolo's smirk widened. "We'll see about that soon, princess. But first, we've got some Saiyans to deal with."
In the vast emptiness of space, far beyond the reach of prying eyes and the powerful energies of Earth, a figure stood alone on the cold, desolate surface of the Moon. Cloaked in white robes that billowed silently in the vacuum, his pale eyes stared down at the blue planet with a mixture of disdain and resolve. Toneri Ōtsutsuki, the last scion of the branch family of Hamura, tightened his grip on the celestial blade at his side, the resolve of centuries burning within him.
Toneri's thoughts were a maelstrom of fury and righteousness. Earth, the planet that his ancestors once nurtured and protected, had become a cesspool of corruption. Its inhabitants, who were once pure, had fallen into decadence and sin. Wars ravaged the lands, greed consumed the hearts of men, and now, beings from other worlds—Saiyans—threatened to bring about the planet's final destruction.
To him, the only solution was a complete reset. A cleansing.
The Earth needed to be purged of its filth, and he would be the one to wield the judgment.
But he was no fool. The inhabitants of Earth had grown strong—too strong for him to challenge directly. He had watched as the Saiyan known as Son Goku, with the heart of a human, fight off invaders and demons alike with uncanny success. He had seen Hinata Hyuga, with her Tenseigan potential, rise to power that likely surpassed his own. And then there was Piccolo, the reincarnation of a demon who had never been stronger at any point in his existence. Not to mention Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke, and the Rokudaime Hokage among others to be wary of. These were obstacles, yes, but they were also opportunities.
Toneri knew that in order to fulfill his divine mission, he needed the power of the Tenseigan—a power that could only be attained by fusing the pure Byakugan of a Hyuga with his own Ōtsutsuki lineage. But it wasn't just any Byakugan he sought; it was Hinata's, the one who had already unlocked the secrets of the Tenseigan Chakra Mode.
That being said, he knew that she'd utterly destroy him in a confrontation. So he needed another person to catalyze his ascension.
And also, he could not strike openly, not yet. The Earth was on the brink of an invasion by the Saiyans. This was the moment he had been waiting for, the moment when Earth's defenders would be distracted by a threat they could not ignore. The Saiyans were a perfect cover for his mission, a diversion that would allow him to slip into the shadows and achieve his goal without interference.
The timing was crucial. If he waited too long, the Saiyans could potentially lay waste to the planet, and there would be nothing left to cleanse. If he moved too soon, the Earth's protectors would converge on him before he had a chance to attain the Tenseigan. No, he needed to strike at the perfect moment—when the Saiyans had engaged the strongest warriors and the world was too consumed by battle to notice his presence.
Toneri's eyes glowed with a cold, otherworldly light as he envisioned the coming conflict. He would descend upon Earth like a thief in the night, unseen and unspotted, and when the time was right, he would take what was rightfully his. He would remake the world in the image of Hamura's will, free from the corruption of humanity.
The Earth would be reborn, pure and perfect, under his divine rule. As he stared down at the planet, Toneri allowed himself a rare smile, though it was devoid of warmth.
"The Saiyans will be the distraction I need," he murmured to himself, his voice lost in the void. "And when they've served their purpose, I will finish what my ancestors started. The Earth will be cleansed, and I will be its savior."
His stance was absolute. The moment of judgment was approaching, and he would ensure that humanity paid the price for its sins.
He would harness the power of the Tenseigan, and with it, he would rewrite the fate of the Earth.
The sky above East City was clear and bright, a typical day in a bustling metropolis where life thrived on the cusp of the future. Skyscrapers rose high, their glass windows reflecting the sunlight, while streets buzzed with the activity of a million lives. People went about their daily routines, oblivious to the storm that was about to descend upon them from the heavens.
Far above, two Saiyan space-pods hurtled toward the planet, their fiery descent visible as twin streaks of light in the sky. The pods smashed into the earth with thunderous impact, carving out craters in the heart of the city. The shockwave alone shattered windows for miles, sending debris flying through the air and causing the ground to tremble as though the planet itself feared what had just arrived.
As the dust and smoke began to clear, the pods hissed open, and out stepped Nappa and Vegeta. Nappa, the one who happened to be a towering brute with a cruel smirk, cracked his knuckles and took in the sights around him. Vegeta, the much smaller but far more composed of the two, surveyed the area with cold, calculating eyes.
"Well, well, this place is a dump," Nappa sneered, his voice booming with disdain. "I'll take care of that."
With a swift movement, he flipped his hand and held up his index and middle fingers, his grin widening as he summoned his ki.
BOOOOOOOOOOM! DOOOOOOOOOOSHHH!
In an attack named the Bomber DX, Nappa unleashed a white, concussive blast of energy that tore through the city in an instant. The volatile move expanded outward, engulfing buildings, streets, and people in a fiery explosion. The earth itself seemed to scream as the attack reduced East City to nothing more than a massive, smoldering crater.
As the smoke cleared, nothing remained of the once-thriving metropolis. The city that once stood firm was now a lifeless scar on the planet's surface. Ash and embers floated through the air, the last remnants of what had been.
Vegeta's scowl deepened as he turned to Nappa, his voice sharp like a blade. "Idiot! Use your head! You could have destroyed a Dragon Ball with that reckless attack."
Nappa's smirk faltered, and he turned to the prince, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "Uh, sorry, Vegeta. I got carried away."
"Carried away?" Vegeta's voice was a low growl, seething with irritation. "We're here for the Dragon Balls, you fool. Destroying them means we've come here for nothing."
Nappa scratched his head, looking around the devastation. "Guess you're right. My bad."
Vegeta's irritation didn't abate, but he turned his focus back to the task at hand. He tapped the side of his scouter, and a series of beeps emitted from the device as it began scanning for power levels.
His expression shifted to one of mild surprise as three significant energy signatures appeared on the display—3000, 2500, and 1900.
"Well, well," he muttered, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Looks like there are some fighters here after all. No wonder Raditz got himself killed."
Nappa checked his own scouter, grinning as he saw the numbers. "3000? 2500? That's nothing compared to us. This'll be fun."
"Don't get too cocky," Vegeta warned, though his tone was more amused than concerned. "Remember, Raditz thought the same, and look where it got him."
Nappa chuckled, cracking his knuckles once more. "Yeah, but we're not Raditz. Let's go teach these weaklings a lesson."
Without another word, the two Saiyans shot into the sky, leaving the ruined city behind as they made their way toward the power signatures. The wind howled as they streaked through the air, the landscape below blurring from their incredible speed.
As they flew, Nappa's mind wandered to the upcoming battle, his grin never faltering. He could practically taste the carnage that was to come. These Earthlings had no idea what was coming for them, and he relished the thought of tearing through their asses like paper.
Vegeta, on the other hand, was focused. His scouter continued to scan, picking up fluctuations in the energy signatures. He analyzed the data carefully, calculating his next moves with precision. Though he shared Nappa's eagerness for battle, Vegeta's mind was a steel trap, planning out every possibility.
"They're gathering together," he noted, his voice calm but with an edge of anticipation. "They're either brave or stupid."
"Doesn't matter," Nappa replied, his excitement barely contained. "They're all dead meat."
As the two Saiyans approached their destination, the power signatures grew stronger, more defined. Vegeta's smirk widened.
This was going to be interesting. The Earthlings had no idea what kind of monsters had just landed on their world.
The game was on, and the Earth's fate hung in the balance.
