A Saiyan's Pride Chapter 17: Bardock vs Turles, Part II, a dragon ball z fanfic

Here we are, guys. I didn't expect it to take this long. Enjoy it!

Chapter 17: Bardock vs. Turles, Part II.

Bardock and Turles charged each other in a rage, trading blows with a level of speed, power, and ferocity that neither had exhibited before, each finally giving it their all. Both could probably effortlessly destroy the Earth now, so it was a good thing for all of the people that lived there that it was focused on each other. Each Saiyan's destructive power and violent intent was solely directed towards his opponent as they continued their savage clash, neither particularly caring how it ended at this point.

They just wanted to be the one that came out on top of this particular clash. Bardock struck Turles with a nasty right hook, sending him flying back. He smirked and took off into his Meteor Impact, smashing into Turles' chest like a comet. His brother crumpled, going into a freefall.

A satisfied smile crossed his face as he began charging his Final Spirit Cannon- he had Turles right where he wanted him, and this fight would soon be over. Bardock laughed a bit to himself as he unleashed the attack, which barreled towards Turles at a high speed. While he was expecting it to finish him off, it wasn't a big deal if it didn't- he could just fire another. Turles might withstand the blast, but he doubted that he'd have enough power left to withstand a second of the same magnitude. Yet Bardock couldn't shake the feeling that this fight wouldn't be over that easily…

He scoffed to himself, cursing his skeptical streak for rearing its ugly head in what was apparently his moment of triumph. He knew that he was rather jaded from his experiences over the years, but he hated it when that part of him turned up during a moment of assured victory.

So he buried it as deeply as he could and turned his attention to the fight at hand. Turles remained seemingly unmoving as the blast rolled ever closer to him, clearly about to impact him. Bardock smiled again, practically able to taste the coming victory. Turles found himself sent flying into a sudden freefall, having not expected Bardock's Meteor Impact. His chest hurt, and the slash wound from Bardock's earlier Rebellion Sword had begun to bleed again from the impact.

He wasn't sure what to do in this situation, especially since he was again, stuck in freefall, seemingly frozen in place by his pain. Both due to the pain from the physical impact and from his wound reopening. He was caught in a state of shock. He and Bardock were evenly matched for the most part- even if Turles could tell that his brother held the slight power advantage.

And to make matters worse, Bardock had again fired an attack at him. He wasn't sure if he actually had enough strength to evade the attack in this particular moment. He might, if he made his move in this exact moment- evaded the blast or at least raised his guard and braced himself. Because he knew damn well that if he let the blast hit him head on that he'd be fresh out of power.

And then Bardock could effortlessly finish him off and end this whole fight with his assured death. He could see his brother grinning like a madman and shoving that ki blade of his straight through his heart, ending any aspirations of greatness that he had- on this backwater dust-ball of all places. A sad fate for someone with such glorious ambitions.

The thought of that fate finally spurred Turles into action. His anger flowed forth like the ki from his body, enabling him to right himself and raise his guard just as Bardock's Final Spirit Cannon struck home, enveloping him in a tremendous explosion.

No doubt Bardock thought that he'd just won, Turles thought. A smirk crossed his lips as he began formulating his counter-attack. His brother would most likely be left dumbfounded at his survival, which would enable Turles to capitalize and swing the momentum his way. He couldn't wait. High in the air, Bardock chuckled. Turles had taken the blast head-on, and was seemingly obliterated. Now he was just waiting for the smoke to clear so he could fly down and inspect the area for any remains.

But what he saw when the cloud did fade away at last was entirely the opposite- Turles was not, in fact, dead. His brother was fully upright, arms crossed. Clearly, he'd found the resolve to recover and block the attack just a split-second before it hit. He'd be almost impressed under any other circumstance. But, here, in this particular battle to the death, he was mostly pissed. How had his brother survived?! He supposed that it didn't really matter how, only that he was going to rectify it.

An angry snarl escaped his lips, and he charged towards Turles without really thinking it through. Which, unfortunately for him, was exactly what Turles wanted him to do, because it left him open to a counterattack. Turles smiled as he saw this, raising his fist. "He's more foolish than I thought…" he said to himself, readying the attack. Bardock had let his rage blind him, and he was going to punish him for it.

While this wasn't the outcome he'd been hoping for (he'd hoped his brother would have been left in a stunned state that would let him easily pummel him) he'd still capitalize on this- he could smack him back with an opening attack and then beat the ever living shit out of him. He smiled in amusement and thrust his fist forward as Bardock closed in.

Turles relished the look on his brother's face as he realized what was happening, but it was far too late to do anything about it. His fist impacted Bardock's cheek, sending him flying back upwards with tremendous momentum. He smiled evilly and rocketed into the air, cutting Bardock's upward movement off with a double axe handle, sending him flying down, towards the ground. His deliciously evil smile returned as he fired off a Calamity Blaster at his brother, laughing all the while.

Bardock failed to recover in enough time to dodge the attack, still stunned from Turles managing to turn the fight around. So all he could do was curse his terrible luck as Turles' Calamity Blaster struck true, enveloping him in a significant boom. He picked himself up from a crater in the ground soon afterwards, noting that his entire body stung. He groaned as he got himself back to his feet, realizing that he'd let Turles outmaneuver him. The mere thought of Turles getting one over on him annoyed him, and he frustratedly kicked up a cloud of dust.

He glanced around, realizing that the fight had done serious damage to the area, leaving permanent scars.

He sighed, realizing that he was destroying this planet's natural beauty for the sake of his personal grudge. In the past, such a thing would not have bothered him in the slightest- he was the one doing the wrecking- but now, a strange dislike was building up within him. Had he come to care about the Earth?

He wasn't sure- though he decided to ponder that later, given that Turles was rapidly approaching him with a nasty look in his eye. Raising his guard, he assumed a defensive stance as his brother closed in. His aura flared to life with a shout of exertion as he unleashed his power once more, blocking Turles' first few blows. "Is that all you've got?!" he snarled. "Because if it is, you're even more pathetic than I thought!"

Turles only chuckled in response, as if he was mocking him. "It is not, in fact, all I've got," he said, after a few seconds. With a smirk, he quickly swept Bardock's legs out from under him. His brother cursed him as Turles followed that up with a nasty dropkick, sending Bardock skidding several feet.

"How'd you like that?" he taunted, preparing a Kill Driver. "Like you're gonna like this!" Bardock shouted back, firing another Final Spirit Cannon. "Damn you!" Turles spat, firing his Kill Driver early. Both attacks collided with a boom, blocking both combatants' vision of each other with a massive cloud of smoke and dust.

Bardock smirked, choosing to capitalize on it- while Turles couldn't detect his power without his (now-destroyed) scouter, he could sense ki. And so, he rushed into the cloud with anticipation.

Turles was both stunned at and annoyed by Bardock's swift recovery and counterattack. And now, his vision was obscured by a dust cloud. Which left him unable to determine his brother's position as his scouter had been destroyed earlier in the fight. He cursed under his breath, noting that he'd have to look for Bardock the old fashioned way- with his eyes. Without the convenient device that let him read and detect power levels, he was mostly open to assault from any direction.

He'd yet to determine how his brother could seemingly detect him without a scouter and gauge his current battle power…but that was a mystery for another day. For now, he needed to focus on the fight ahead. And then…the smoke cleared, revealing his brother mere inches from him! Turles found himself shocked, left wide open! "This is gonna suck…" he deadpanned, his eyes still widened.

"Indeed," Bardock snarked, decking his brother across the face. Turles staggered backwards as Bardock closed in with his Rebellion Sword. "Let's end this stupid farce, shall we?" he said, approaching slowly. "Let's see you slash me when you're too busy dealing with this!" Turles snarled, loosing a nearly point-blank Kill Driver.

Bardock barely had enough time to muster an 'oh, crap! This is really gonna suck' reaction before the attack connected with a substantial boom. Turles just barely shielded himself from the blast as his brother went flying, breathing a sigh of relief. "That was close," he muttered, cracking his knuckles. "Oh, well…back to business!~" he chuckled, whimsically. He cracked his neck as well, preparing himself for the next round. With a slightly unhinged cackle, he rushed into action, brutally pummeling his brother with everything he had, finishing his combo with a nasty knee to the gut. Bardock stumbled backward, spitting a bit of blood onto the dry ground. "You're not holding back," he chuckled darkly. "It's a good thing I'm not either…"

"What's that mean?" Turles asked, nervously. He anticipated a lot of pain in his immediate future. Bardock smirked, deliberately allowing himself to appear slightly unhinged, letting out an uncharacteristic cackle. His brother took several steps backward in response, clearly unnerved. "Let's not do that again, please," he said. Bardock chuckled, forming a ki wave on each hand. "Oh, I don't think so~" he said. "I want you to suffer!"

Another deranged cackle escaped Bardock's lips as he leapt towards the now suitably freaked out Turles, who wondered if that last assault had knocked a screw or two loose inside of Bardock's head. There was no time to evade as Bardock shot towards him like a missile, blasting him with both attacks simultaneously. Turles stumbled backwards, his body smoking a bit- as Bardock took on a slasher smile and formed a Rebellion Sword.

"Oh, Turles! My sword's thirsty! And your blood is the only thing that it wants to drink!" he said, sounding more than a bit creepy. And quite possibly insane. Turles wanted nothing more than to turn tail and run, but that would mean admitting defeat- and looking like a damn coward. So he decided to stand and fight, even if it cost him his life. Bardock took several wild swings at him, slashing a few of the area's remaining trees apart as he frantically dodged. "We can talk this out!" he shouted, hoping to talk his way out.

"It's too late for that now, Turley!" Bardock said, his tone unnaturally high pitched and the creepy smile still plastered on his face. Turles was utterly dumbfounded by the response, mentally scratching his head. "'Turley'? What the hell is wrong with him?" he thought, watching all of this unfold. Said thought was soon abandoned, though, as he narrowly avoided getting his head separated from his shoulders by Bardock's Rebellion Sword. Somehow, this was scarier than his brother attempting to do that same thing in a murderous rage.

At least then, he'd been fully in control…now he was clearly unhinged, like one of those earlier blows to the head had broken something inside him. Turles was now starting to regret that course of action tremendously. He yelped in pain as Bardock grazed his shoulder, leaving a thin cut across it. "Hey~ We hit you!~" Bardock said, still sounding rather unhinged. Turles swallowed hard, not sure what to expect next. "Can we please talk this out?" he asked, drops of sweat rolling down his face.

Bardock seemed to consider it for a moment, not saying or doing anything. "Okay…" he said, after a few moments, prompting Turles to relax a bit. Only for Bardock to swiftly form a second Rebellion Sword with his other hand. Turles promptly began freaking out again. "I thought you said we could talk this out!" he said, nervously eyeing his brother's deadly weapons. "You really believed that?!" he said, the wide, unnatural smile having still not left his face. "I just said that to make you easier to murderize!"

Turles swallowed hard, wondering just what the hell he'd done to Bardock. His death was going to be messy and painful, wasn't it? Bardock soon rushed him, both blades at the ready. "Are you ready to slice and dice?~" he asked, his voice still carrying that creepy high-pitch. "NO!" Turles shouted, unleashing a Kill Driver. Bardock smiled again, dodging the attack with ease and continuing to close in on Turles.

The pale Saiyan smiled nervously, preparing to bolt. Only for Bardock to launch himself forward with a burst of ki, swinging his blades wildly. Turles again only narrowly dodged them, shooting his leg out. His boot connected with his brother's chest, sending him to the ground. "DIE, FREAK!" he snarled, unleashing a Kill Driver.

Bardock laughed like a crazy person again, charging upwards. "He really has lost his mind!" Turles thought, watching all of this unfold. He charged right through the Kill Driver, ignoring any damage that he suffered from doing so. Turles chuckled nervously and began charging two more Kill Drivers, one on each hand. But before he could fire, Bardock got within slashing range, forcing him to drop the attacks and dodge. So it was back to the 'run-like-hell-and don't-get-cut-up' dance that they'd been doing for a while now. Turles cursed his situation as he frantically began trying to come up with some way to extricate himself from this hell.

For Bardock's part, he continued cackling like a madman and swinging his ki blades around with reckless abandon. It was as if he didn't even care about accidentally cutting himself with those wild swings. Which unnerved Turles even more. What the hell was going on here? There had to be some sort of logical explanation. "JUST DIE ALREADY!" he screamed, firing a Calamity Blaster. Bardock merely laughed, dissipating his blades. "OOH! Shiny beam!~" he said, staring down his brother's attack. "I can do that too!"

Turles was well and truly freaked out at this point, wondering what he'd do. That answer came shortly thereafter, when Bardock fired a pair of Final Spirit Cannon attacks, effortlessly overcoming his quickfire Calamity Blaster. "DAMN IT ALL!" Turles shouted as he was sent flying by Bardock's attack. "Don't die yet! We still have a lot of playtime to go~" Bardock said, forming his Rebellion Swords once more. "Sharp objects are how you're gonna die!"

Turles crashed to the ground in a slightly singed heap. He'd not expected Bardock to change up his tactics- he'd thought that whatever madness had taken hold in his mind had totally eroded his strategic thinking. Apparently not. He swallowed hard as he forced himself to his feet, recalling that his brother was still after his blood. "What do I do?" he asked himself, stroking his chin in thought. "He just charges through my blasts, cuts them apart, or counters them…peppered with the occasional dodge…"

He sighed, not really sure what he was going to do as Bardock closed in, swords at the ready and a terrifying grin plastered on his face. "Well, shit…there goes my time to plan…" Turles muttered, assuming a combat stance. "Hold still, Turley~ I need to kill you!" Bardock shouted, raising his blades. So he was going to try and impale him? Turles chuckled, deciding that he could work with that. "Come on! Let's do this if you're so bent on it!" he shouted back.

"There's the fire!~ All the better to kill you with!" Bardock said, drawing ever closer. Turles kept his facade of bravery up, not showing his unease at that last comment. Instead, he assumed his combat stance, preparing himself to counter his brother's assault. He hoped that he could end this fight, or at least escape with his life. Anything else was absolutely unacceptable, and he refused to end up in that scenario. Mostly because he'd be dead if he did.

From Bardock's perspective…

Bardock watched his brother closely, noting that his plan to throw him off his game was working. "Heh…the fake insanity plan actually worked…" he mused, charging towards Turles with his blades held out straight. With any luck, he'd skewer Turles through the heart. Or, in the event of a counter, he'd follow it up with more wild swings to throw him off and then skewer him. He'd drop the act as he ran him through, just so he could let Turles know just how much he hated him as he faded away. He'd relish it. He wasn't sure how heroic that action was- in fact, it seemed pretty villainous of him. But, then again, Turles had done a lot of bad things. And he'd committed a nasty grievance against his own flesh and blood.

Death was the only fitting punishment for someone like him. He chuckled to himself, allowing the last part to come out in a deranged high-pitch, relishing Turles' unnerved, horrified reaction. Amused, he allowed the slasher smile he'd been sporting earlier to return, charging in for another round. "Hold still, Turley~ I need to kill you!" he shouted, hoping to throw his brother off long enough to end him.

But the opposite happened- Turles seemed to find his resolve. "Come on! Let's do this if you're so bent on it!" he shouted back. Bardock sighed to himself, realizing that this would be harder than he thought. "There's the fire!~ All the better to kill you with!" he said, drawing ever closer.

To his surprise, Turles assumed his combat stance, putting on a brave face. But Bardock knew that there was no possible way for him to not be freaking out by now. He was just doing a fairly good job of hiding it. Well, then. He'd just have to force it to the surface. To that end, he allowed himself to audibly cackle like a madman, channeling Frieza as best he could. Hopefully, it'd work.

Back to Turles…

Bardock started cackling like a madman again as he entered the home stretch, drawing close enough to stab him. Turles swallowed hard and forced his nervousness down, throwing his knee up. He impacted Bardock in the face, sending him to the ground. His blades dissipated, giving Turles the chance to unleash a series of nasty blows, pummeling him with everything he had. He finished it off with a roundhouse kick, sending Bardock flying through several trees. He hoped that he'd finally ended it with that, taking a breath of relief.

Only for that hope to be immediately dashed by Bardock charging back in, blades reformed- and the cackling laugh was back again. "WHY WON'T YOU DIE!?" Turles screamed, unleashing a potent blast. Bardock evaded the blast via an erratic jerk to the left. "Because I need you to die first!" he shouted, laughing like a maniac all the while. Turles flinched back at that, not sure of how to react.

Bardock capitalized on that moment of distraction to begin closing in. "Hold still, Turley~! If you do, I'll make this quick!" he shouted, throwing his brother off even more. Turles' face contorted into an expression of panic as he scrambled to throw a course of action together- he was surely toast without a plan. Said plan merely consisted of bombarding his brother with ki blasts, all of which he effortlessly slashed down. Turles growled in frustration at the failure of this plan, forming up a Kill Driver.

He was going to end this fight on his own terms, dammit! Even if he had to take a fatal wound in the process, Bardock was going down. He could die happy knowing that he'd taken his brother with him. "DIE AT LONG LAST, YOU FREAK!" he shouted, firing the attack. Bardock's face took on a surprisingly normal smile as he raised his blade. "I don't think so," he said, entirely normally. Turles froze, realizing something.

Bardock had been playing him this entire time- trying to throw him off his game to make him easier to kill. His expression turned to one of immense anger as Bardock rent his Kill Driver apart with one of his blades. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" he demanded.

Bardock chuckled in his normal pitch and tone, looking Turles right in the eye. "That was me screwing with you. NOW DIE!" he shouted, once more charging Turles with both Rebellion Swords pointed at his chest. His nerve regained now that he knew that Bardock had been faking his apparent insanity just to screw with him, the paler Saiyan unleashed a Calamity Blaster. Bardock was forced to dissipate his ki blades and shoot up into the air to evade the attack. He stared down at his brother, unmoving.

Annoyed, Turles glared up at him, clearly set off. He wasn't sure of what he'd do, but he was trying to gather ideas for a plan- when Bardock suddenly fired a blast at him, forcing him to raise his guard. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, preparing himself to block the attack. He'd rather dodge the attack, but he wasn't sure if he'd have enough time to do so. So, instead, he remained where he was, readying himself.

He grit his teeth as the attack bore down on him, a pained grimace forming on his face. He was potentially staring death in the face- no doubt Bardock would take the chance to skewer him if he was sufficiently stunned by this blast, but that was a risk he was willing to take.

He needed his brother to get close enough for him to pull off his next attack- which had a rather short range. That and the lead up to it was a series of melee attacks to drop his opponent's guard. He smirked to himself- he loved it when a plan started coming together.

Through Bardock's eyes…

Bardock knew that he was entering the home stretch of his latest charge- he was nearly within melee range. And that meant that he was creeping ever closer to running Turles through with his ki blades. Once he'd done so, he'd drop the act and savor Turles' reaction. Then he'd tell him how much he despised him before he'd dissipate the blades and let him expire. And then he'd drop the body in an unmarked grave and get on with his life. Only for said plans to be interrupted by taking a knee to the face, courtesy of Turles. And, to make matters worse, he felt his Rebellion Swords dissipate as a result of the attack disrupting his concentration.

On top of that, Turles capitalized on the distraction to relentlessly pummel him, ending his combo with a nasty kick that sent him flying through several trees, coming to a stop in a clearing. He groaned in pain as he got to his feet, annoyed that his plan had been so easily foiled. But he refused to give up, quickly formulating another plan. He re-formed his blades and charged back towards his brother, again cackling like a madman. Hopefully, the shock would throw him off enough to get close. By then, it would be too late and Turles would die. But his brother had other plans. "WHY WON'T YOU DIE!?" he screamed, unleashing a potent blast.

Bardock smirked to himself and jerked to the left, evading the blast. "Because I need you to die first!" he shouted, allowing the maniacal laughter to return. Turles flinched back at that, clearly unsure of how to respond. Bardock smiled, choosing to capitalize on that moment of distraction to begin closing in.

"Hold still, Turley~! If you do, I'll make this quick!" he shouted, throwing his brother off even more. Turles' face quickly gained an expression of panic- clearly he was trying to form a plan. Said plan ended up being a hail of rapid-fire ki blasts. Bardock rolled his eyes and effortlessly slashed them all apart with his blades. Was that really the best idea he could come up with? Apparently not, as Turles growled in frustration at the failure of this plan, forming up a Kill Driver. Bardock smirked, noting that he'd tried that before and it hadn't worked. What convinced him that it would work now.

"DIE AT LONG LAST, YOU FREAK!" he shouted, firing the attack. Bardock smiled, finally dropping the act. "I don't think so," he said, entirely normally. Turles froze upon hearing that, leaving Bardock the time to cleave his attack in twain. No doubt, he'd realized that he'd been playing him this entire time, aiming to make him easier to kill. Obviously, that plan had failed, but it was fun while it lasted. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" Turles demanded, clearly furious.

He'd not planned on dropping the feigned insanity act when he did, which meant he'd have to improvise. Good thing he was good at improvising plans on the spot. He began charging a Final Spirit Cannon, knowing that Turles would try to block or dodge it.

When he did, he'd just close in and stab him through the heart with his Rebellion Sword- boom, instant kill. He smirked to himself, a mirthless chuckle escaping his lips, showing that he didn't take this lightly. "Goodbye, brother…" he thought, firing his attack. Turles crossed his arms to block the attack, which was the outcome he wanted.

It would mean that Turles would take more damage. He wasn't entirely sure why he didn't just dodge it, but this worked better- the more damage he did to his brother the better. Gave him a better chance of winning this fight, especially since neither of them were holding back anymore.

Bardock watched closely as his Final Spirit Cannon exploded upon impacting Turles, forming a large cloud of smoke. He wasn't sure if Turles was done for or not, recalling a similar situation earlier in the fight. So he waited for the smoke to clear, seeing Turles falling downwards, seemingly stunned. So he charged, Rebellion Sword extended. But Turles was merely playing possum- and when Bardock closed in, he promptly kicked him in the face. He chuckled as he shifted himself upright. "I can't believe you fell for that!" he said, unleashing a savage punch to the chest. That was soon followed by a barrage of nasty ki laced punches, inflicting big damage.

Turles then smashed his leg into Bardock's ribs, eliciting a groan of pain from his brother. He smirked, following that up with an uppercut to the jaw. Bardock groaned in pain again as Turles shot above him and unleashed an axe handle. Bardock was sent careening to the ground, leaving a small crater at the impact site. Turles rushed down towards him, barely giving him time to get to his feet. "I hate you!" he snarled, smashing Bardock across the face again.

His brother buckled, but did not lose his footing. "Same here!" he shouted, readying himself for a counter. But Turles was faster, kneeing Bardock in the stomach. As his brother doubled over, he raised his hands, positioning them mere inches from his brother's face. Bardock's eyes widened in surprise. "This is gonna hurt, isn't it?" he deadpanned, realizing that he'd been played. "Yes. Tremendously," Turles replied, gathering up his ki. "TAKE THIS AND BEGONE! HYPER CANNON!"

Bardock winced as a large purple orb of ki formed within Turles' hands. His brother smirked, unleashing it. A tremendous blast erupted, bathing the area in a bright light, blasting Bardock away. Turles himself withstood the shockwave with ease, chuckling to himself amongst the smoke-filled devastation. Once it had all cleared, Bardock was nowhere to be seen and most of the surrounding area was a barren crater. "Good…he's finally gone," Turles muttered, preparing to leave. "So why do I feel so empty inside…?"

He turned around, preparing to return to his ship, further pondering this question. Only- he didn't get far with his travel or his thoughts as a familiar figure returned. "YOU!" Turles snarled. "How are you still alive?!" Bardock smirked, his body covered in burns and scrapes. The pants of his martial arts uniform were burnt and torn, his knees exposed.

"Because you're not as strong as you think. And I'm tougher than you think," he said. Turles silently fumed, not daring to move. The silence continued for several minutes as they stared each other down. Both were significantly damaged, each sporting injuries from the fight. Neither was particularly pleased with this outcome, but they didn't move to do anything about it, either.

"You infuriate me," Turles said, at last breaking the silence. Bardock chuckled, cracking his knuckles. "Let's keep going," he said. "This is far from over." "Finally. You've said something that I agree with," Turles spat, assuming his battle stance. Bardock smiled, doing the same. "Just so you know, this isn't personal," he said. "You threatened my family, so you've gotta die."

"That sounds mighty personal," Turles said, his tone full of snark. "So it is," Bardock said, charging his brother with a murderous look in his eye. Turles laughed maniacally as he blocked the incoming blows. "This is it, Bardock!" he shouted. "The end of our brawl is drawing near!"

Bardock nodded in agreement. "You're right about something for once!" he shouted back, preparing himself for another clash. He was not about to let this go on any longer than it had to. "I know you don't understand this, but I have a family to protect!" Bardock said. "And to that end, I'm gonna get rid of you!"

Turles remained silent, merely performing a 'bring it on' gesture. Bardock's eyes narrowed, his expression hardened, and his body tensed up. "Fine. You want me to bring it!? Then I can bring it!" he snarled, charging. Turles responded in kind, and soon enough, the brothers were once more involved in a brawl.

They furiously traded blows, neither willing to back down or give in. This was a fight to the death- and both had resigned themselves to that. Death would bring one of them closure, but doom the other to Hell. Both Saiyans felt okay with that, which is why they continued to brawl. Each had their own reason for doing so- for Bardock, it was to defend his family.

For Turles, it was to accomplish his goals without opposition. Or, rather, as little opposition as possible. Chuckling, he readied his Hyper Cannon once again, hoping to catch Bardock within the blast radius. But Bardock was too savvy for that, kicking Turles in the face to disrupt his concentration. His brother reeled, enabling him to unleash a massive blast of his own. Turles was blown backward, seemingly annihilated. But Bardock knew better than that- he could still sense his brother's ki. It was just a matter of finding him. And then he could finish this farce once and for all.

Elsewhere…

Gine and Taro flew through the air, en route to the area where Bardock and Turles were brawling. "This fight needs to stop soon!" Gine said, both her and Taro recalling the tremendous explosion they'd seen earlier. Taro nodded. "Yeah. That blast was one of Turles' favorite moves," she said. "He calls it the Hyper Cannon. Produces one hell of an explosion."

Gine remained silent, offering only a small nod of acknowledgement. If Turles was capable of that kind of destructive power…no it was best to not go there. She took a deep breath, attempting to reassure herself. "Right," she said. "We need to get there. And fast."

"I know," Taro replied. "But we weren't flying at full speed because we wanted to conserve our power for when we get there." Gine nodded, sighing as she did so. "I know," she said. "We need as much ki as possible if we're going to intervene…and we can't do that if we've used it all up flying there."

Taro nodded in response to that. "Yep. But we need to get there faster if there's going to be any chance of stopping this fight before it destroys the Earth," she said. "That would be bad, considering that none of us can breathe without oxygen."

Gine silently nodded, seeming to pale at that thought. "Right," she said. "We can't afford to hold back as much. Are you ready to pick this up?" Taro smiled. "Hell yeah I am," she said. "Thanks, Taro," Gine replied, smiling. "Try to keep up!"

"What does she mean 'try to keep up'? She's not that much-" Taro thought aloud, only to be interrupted by Gine taking off at a substantially higher speed than before. "Oh. I guess that's what she meant," Taro mused. She shrugged, drawing up more of her ki. "Well, I've got nothing better to do than follow her," she said to herself, taking off after Gine.

She caught up soon enough, pulling up beside her friend. "What was that?" she asked, playfully teasing her. Gine chuckled in reply. "Testing your reflexes and reaction time," she said. "For what?" Taro asked. "That's for me to know and for you to find out," Gine said, cryptically. "What?" Taro asked, mystified. "I'm gonna talk to you about that later," Gine said. "For now, let's focus on stopping this fight!"

Taro nodded, tightening her focus. "Right! My scouter's putting the distance at 1,330," she said. "We're almost there!"

Gine nodded, realizing that they were drawing nearer and nearer to what was essentially a two-man war. The area was most likely devastated, which meant that it would be easy to tell where they'd been. She only wondered if Bardock had sensed them yet. Maybe he had, maybe he hadn't- she wouldn't be surprised if he was too focused on his fight with Turles to notice them approaching.

Either way, they were heading into the belly of the beast. Interposing themselves between the brawling brothers could be dangerous, but she'd promised Taro that she'd intervene, even if that was a potentially bad idea. But she was dead set on accomplishing that goal because the fight could possibly destroy the Earth if it got out of hand.

Such an event would render her and Bardock's actions to protect their family moot. As such, that was something that she could not abide. That and the fact that she'd promised Taro that she'd keep her brothers from killing each other- even if she wouldn't necessarily care if Bardock killed Turles.

She only cared about her family being safe- that was her number one priority. And Turles was a threat to that safety. As far as she cared, he was a threat to be eliminated or run off- preferably eliminated so he couldn't try again.

She had no doubt that he might possibly try this again if they didn't stop him permanently, even if the idea of killing him herself made her feel a bit squeamish. That is, if Bardock didn't do it first. She sighed as she thought all of this over, not really sure of how to proceed.

Complicating this matter was Taro- she didn't want either of her siblings to die- even if killing Turles was the most surefire way to keep the Earth and their family safe. All of this was not something she liked thinking about…she was never this kind of ruthless soldier…not like Bardock. She was soon snapped out of her thoughts, however, by Taro speaking up.

"Are you okay?" she asked. "You seem lost in thought."

Gine nodded. "I'm fine, Taro," she said. "Alright," Taro replied, "I'll take your word for it. But you didn't seem fine."

Gine sighed, wanting to admit to what she was thinking about- but decided against it. Taro's help would be invaluable. She didn't want to risk that (and their friendship) by telling her that she could see no other way out of this except for Turles' death. "You're thinking about how we're gonna end this, aren't you?" Taro asked, wincing as the words came out. "Yeah," Gine said. "It's not particularly pleasant…"

Taro nodded. "I know," she said. "The solution is staring me in the face, and I'm not sure that I like it. But it might be the only way."

At once Gine realized that Taro had reached the same conclusion that she had. But when…why? Or even how? She'd not said anything, and she was unsure of how Taro would have gotten that from what she'd said. She must have thought of it earlier- either before they'd left or while they were on the way to the fight.

"When did you…" Gine started, only to trail off nearly immediately. "Come to the conclusion that ending Turles' life is the only solution?" Taro supplied, recognizing the hesitation in Gine's voice."Yeah…that," Gine said, still unwilling to say it out loud in front of Taro. "While I was in the shower earlier," Taro replied. "I tried to convince myself that it wasn't necessary, but I couldn't. Not after what he did."

Gine remained silent, unsure of what to say next as Taro continued. "I think that Turles will have to die to keep the kids safe," she said. "They deserve a chance to grow up with a happier childhood than what we had."

Gine nodded, still not saying a word. "I still don't know when I got this sentimental," Taro said, chuckling slightly. "But I do know that I was always closer to Bardock than Turles, so…I guess I'll just stay here."

"What about the rest of Turles' crew?" Gine asked, finding her words at last. "We'll just have to deal with them if they won't leave," Taro said. Gine nodded, recalling what Taro had told her about them on the way. "What about…about Fasha?" she asked. "Clearly Bardock doesn't know that she's alive."

"She can stay here with us, I guess," Taro said. "Adapt to life here. That is, if we kill Turles instead of forcing him to leave. They're married, after all."

Gine seemed shocked at that. "What?" she asked, shocked and surprised. "Yeah. They got married a while back," Taro said. "They actually do care about each other. And me, to an extent."

Gine nodded, recovering from the revelation that Fasha and Turles were married. "What about the others?" she asked. "I think he sees them as investments," Taro said. "Replaceable investments, but investments nonetheless."

Gine nodded silently, trying to figure out Turles' cold calculus. "That's harsh," she said. "Sounds like Frieza."

Taro nodded. "There are some similarities," he said. "Serious similarities- not that he'd admit to them. He wants to dispose of Frieza and rule the universe for himself."

"Definitely sounds like Frieza," Gine said, shuddering slightly. Taro nodded again, a grim expression on her face. "Which is why we need to stop him permanently," she said. "He could be just as bad, if not worse."

Gine nodded in return. "If he doesn't die trying, that is," she said. Taro nodded, having considered that possibility. "I've thought of that," she said. "But he's got a plan- something called the 'Tree of Might'," she said. "I don't know what it is, but it can't be good." "That's ominous," Gine replied. "Do you know what this 'Tree of Might' is? Or where he plans to acquire it?"

Taro shook her head. "No. He hasn't spoken about either of those things… At least, not to me," she said. "That's unfortunate," Gine said. "We could've used the intel- could be useful in stopping him."

Taro nodded, but didn't say a word. Instead, she focused her attention on flying once more. Gine's eyes narrowed, but she realized that Taro didn't want to talk about this anymore, especially the part about killing Turles. So she decided to respect her wishes, focusing her attention on flying.

"How close are we?" Gine asked, sensing the clash growing closer. "Distance is 988 according to the scouter," Taro answered. "Let's brace ourselves…this could get rough, Taro," Gine said. Taro nodded, knowing that all too well. "I know," she said. "You help Bardock. I'll sneak aboard the ship and figure out what this 'Tree of Might' is." Gine nodded in return. With their course set and their resolve strengthened, the two Saiyan women took off at top speed. The clash awaited.

Simultaneously, in another location…

Fasha continued heading for the battlefield, which was rapidly drawing near. Her scouter put the distance at 887...meaning she was very, very close. She wasn't sure what she'd do once she got there, but she stayed the course nonetheless. But what stunned her were the two power levels headed towards the field from the opposite direction. "Who are they?" she wondered, seeing the two dots on her scouter lens. "No sense worrying about that…I need to get to the fight!"

But she found herself unable to stop thinking about those two power levels, noting that she was tempted to break off her course and go investigate them. But she squashed that distraction down, taking off towards the battle at top speed. "I can't afford to get distracted!" she snarled to herself, focusing her attention on the battle that she was rapidly approaching. It would be nasty, and she knew that, but she still couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to go wrong.

She briefly stopped her flight, realizing that she needed a break from the non-stop flying that she'd been doing, taking a moment to descend to a nearby cliff. Breathing heavily, she sat down in the grass. "This place is beautiful," she mused. "No wonder Turles liked it as a hideout. Too bad he and Bardock are busy fighting on it…"

She sighed, hoping that they wouldn't destroy the planet with their antics. That would be bad for all involved, including the people who lived on it, just minding their own business. Fasha leapt to her feet, having taken her breather. She did some brief stretches, wondering if she was making a mistake by charging blindly into this fight…after all, she'd seen one of Turles' Hyper Cannon attacks go off in the distance on the way here. If he and Bardock were fighting that seriously, then intervening could be a big mistake…but she'd hate herself if she didn't try. She cursed the situation under her breath and took off again, flying through the air at top speed.

"I hope I don't burn up too much ki flying there like this…" she muttered, again focusing on the distance to the two large power levels representing Bardock and Turles, respectively. The two unidentified smaller ones continued their course as well, but she wasn't worried about them. Another explosion went off on the horizon, which she recognized as another Hyper Cannon. Turles was really no longer holding back…and she wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing.

But she was leaning more towards bad. A sigh escaped her lips as she continued on her way, hoping that she'd make it in time as another explosion, likely Bardock's retaliation, rocked the landscape. Fasha swallowed hard, realizing that this was much worse than she'd feared. She should have headed for the fight much sooner than she did.

The blasts and large explosions soon stopped, but the power levels remained raised. And then, suddenly, she saw something in the distance- what appeared to be a bright glowing column of energy in the distance. "What the hell is that?" she wondered, watching the event in question, stopping mid-air.

She kept hovering there, watching whatever was unfolding in the distance for several minutes, trying to figure out just what was going on. In that moment, she realized that what she was seeing was a high-powered beam clash. She couldn't tell who was firing what beam or from where, but she knew that she needed to hurry up. But she found herself frozen in place, stunned at the utter power of the clashing attacks. "I need to get there…" she muttered, stunned. But she found herself unable to move, unable to convince herself that she needed to go. The power of the clashing attacks alone had her stunned.

Her scouter was giving a combined reading of nearly twenty thousand…neither Bardock nor Turles were holding back, and she knew it. But to see their power expressed like this was shocking…so shocking, in fact, that she still couldn't make herself move. She wondered if the other two power levels she had picked up were detecting- or, hell, even seeing this. If they were, were they frozen like she was? Unable to force themselves to move to interfere in whatever this was?

She had no idea, and that ambiguity was terrifying. Not as terrifying as whatever that beam clash was, but terrifying nonetheless. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to keep moving- wondering just what was going on. But she found herself stopping again a short distance later, unable to bring herself to get close to the clashing beams.

That was a whole hell of a lot of ki, and she didn't want to be near it if they went boom. That would be a truly cataclysmic explosion, but it wouldn't detonate the planet if it happened mid-air. It would, however, most certainly kill her if she was close enough to it when it went boom. So she decided that the best course of action was to stay put and come up with a plan. If she could think straight, that is. She felt frazzled, shocked by the sudden, violent beam clash that had suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Again, she swallowed nervously and began moving again, this time at a fraction of her previous speed. She didn't want to get too close…but she also didn't want to stay back and let it get out of control. "Don't let this freak you out, Fasha…" she muttered to herself, attempting to steel her nerves. "Just keep going…"

With that, she took off towards the clash, noting that the other two power levels were on the move again, presumably having stopped to observe the beam. Or one of them was, anyway- the other was seemingly frozen in place like she'd been.

Fasha stopped, sighing to herself. "I'm gonna go and check that out…" she said, altering her course to swing around the beam in a wide arc and head towards the other power level- she was beginning to have suspicions about who they were. And if she was right, it would end up being an awkward confrontation. But she felt that it was one that she needed to have, so she took off towards it with reckless abandon. Especially considering that it would let her ignore the beam clash that unnerved her so much.

Over where Gine and Taro were, a few minutes earlier….

Gine stopped, noticing the giant column of ki that suddenly appeared in the sky following a pair of explosions. "What the hell is that?!" she said, aloud. "Looks like some kind of beam clash," Taro said. Gine squinted her eyes, barely able to make out that it appeared to be two beams of different colors clashing. "You're right," she said. "They must have really started to annoy each other for this to ensue."

Taro nodded. "What should we do?" she asked. "I'm detecting another power level approaching the fight from the opposite direction as us. And we've still got that beam to deal with!" Gine smiled, formulating a plan. "You go and figure out who that other power level belongs to!" she said. "I'm gonna take care of this beam clash!"

Taro nodded, but seemed a bit confused. "How are you gonna do that?" she asked. "Stop the beam clash, that is?"

"Just trust me!" Gine shouted back. Taro sighed, but decided not to argue. "Fine," she said. "That other power level isn't moving right now, anyway."

Gine nodded, but said nothing. She waved at Taro and then took off towards the fight, more specifically the power level that was high in the air. That one must be Turles, then. She watched as Gine took off, sighing. "Alright…come and get me, Fasha…" she said, staying put as the dot on her scouter began moving her direction.

This was probably gonna lead to another fight starting, but she wasn't gonna back down. She was staying here with Bardock, no matter what she and Turles said or did. She'd made up her mind. And there was no changing her mind once it was made up. Fasha was much the same way, so that's why she expected a fight. Was it healthy? Probably not, but then again, a lot of what they did wasn't healthy.

Back in the present…

Fasha closed in on the other power level like a homing missile, not knowing what to expect. To her surprise, she saw Taro when she arrived- she wore different clothes, but was unmistakably Taro. "Taro! What are you doing!?" she demanded, staring the other Saiyan woman down. "Helping Bardock and Gine!" Taro replied as she moved closer. "What?" Fasha asked, more surprised than angry. "I can't support Turles anymore," Taro said. "Not after what he did…kidnapping children? That's low, even for him! We're not on Planet Vegeta anymore!"

Fasha flinched, having not expected this. "I knew you'd gone missing, but you've switched sides?! Are you crazy?!" she replied, stunned. "Maybe. But I'm gonna stick by my principles, and if those happen to align with Bardock's over Turles', then so be it."

Fasha sighed, not sure of how to respond. "Taro…" she began, unsure of where to go with this next reply. "Don't," Taro said. "Or I'm gonna be forced to fight you."

Fasha remained silent for several seconds, too shocked to respond. She and Turles had busted her out of the prison she'd found herself in, so why did she feel the need to betray them? She'd always been closer to Bardock, sure, but she wasn't sure if that was a valid reason to double-cross them. Though, on the other hand, she'd have objected to Turles' plan as well- even if she wouldn't have switched sides over it. "I don't even know where to start," Fasha said. "Then don't," Taro replied, her gaze sharp. "I don't want to fight you. We came to break up the fight that's already going on. Not start another one."

"We?" Fasha asked, a bit confused. "Me and Gine," Taro replied. "She left to interrupt that beam clash. Or, more accurately, as I suspect, help Bardock win it."

Fasha froze, unable to say a word or move a muscle. Taro sighed, continuing to watch her warily. "I can't let you intervene," she said. "Don't make me fight you, Fasha. I'm begging you- I just want to be done with the fighting."

Fasha looked back towards the fight, and then looked back at Taro. She remained silent- not a word came out of her mouth, and then she bolted for the battlefield. Taro sighed, channeling her ki, rushing to cut her off. "I told you not to do this!" she shouted, kicking her in the ribs. Fasha was sent flying, surprised by the sudden attack. "Why'd you do that?!" she asked, angrily staring at Taro. "Like I said: I can't let you interfere."

Fasha's eyes narrowed, and she swallowed hard. "So be it, then," she said. Taro nodded solemnly, assuming her combat stance. "Bring it on, Fasha!" she shouted. "Because I'm willing to kick your ass if I have to!" Fasha sighed, not really wanting to do this. But she had no choice- or so it seemed, at least. "Not if I kick yours first!" she shouted. Taro smiled, and the newest clash began, despite the already raging one nearby.

Ten Minutes Earlier, at Bardock and Turles' location…

Bardock hovered mid-air, searching for his brother amongst the damaged trees and piles of rubble that were once mountains and cliffs. "Where'd he go…?" he muttered, scanning the area. "He's not dead…I can still sense him…"

A scoff escaped his lips as he continued his search, growing increasingly annoyed at his inability to find his brother despite there being little to no cover left in the blasted out warzone that was their battlefield. Soon enough, though, Turles presented himself- by planting his fist in Bardock's face. "Does this answer your question?" he snarked.

Bardock, who'd been sent hurtling backwards by the surprise blow, rolled his eyes and righted himself. "That was filthy, and you know it!" he snarled, glaring at his brother with murder in his eye and anger on his face. "You're a fool, Bardock," Turles replied, calmly, yet mockingly. "You shouldn't have let yourself get distracted."

Bardock promptly snapped upon hearing that, forming up his Rebellion Sword on the spot. "Just give in and die already!" he shouted, charging. Turles chuckled. "I'm not going to give you that satisfaction," he said. "KILL DRIVER!"

Bardock rolled his eyes again, effortlessly slashing the ring of ki apart, stopping it without taking any damage at all. "Of course you'd do that," Turles scoffed, frustrated beyond belief. "Let's see you stop this!" he shouted, letting loose his Sudden Storm attack.

Bardock dissipated his blade and began swatting the blasts aside with ease, again frustrating his brother. "STOP THAT!" he shouted angrily, staring him down. "Never!" Bardock replied, charging back in for more. Turles found himself forced back onto the defensive, trapped under pressure from Bardock's assault. "Damn it all!" he snarled, forming another Hyper Cannon. "Dodge this!"

Bardock's eyes widened, and he shot backwards, launching himself out of the technique's blast radius. It promptly detonated, decimating another large swath of the landscape with a large explosion. As soon as the smoke and dust had cleared, Bardock unleashed a Final Spirit Cannon, determined to retaliate.

Turles had no time to do anything but raise his guard as the blast rolled in, rocking the area with another boom. Bardock smirked, closing in to finish the fight, leading to another vicious clash and exchange of blows. Bardock smashed Turles across the face with a right cross, only to take an uppercut in return.

Turles took advantage of the momentum swing to pummel his brother with a series of haymakers, seemingly putting him down for the count. But when he got close to confirm his victory, Bardock kneed him in the gut. As he stumbled backward, Bardock leapt back to his feet and pummeled him in return with a series of nasty blows, culminating in a knee kick to the gut. One so hard that Turles stumbled back, spitting up a little blood. Bardock smirked, unleashing several of the moves that Gohan had taught him, quickly putting Turles on the ground. At which point he unleashed a massive ki wave, blowing him away.

Turles soon returned, further damaged from Bardock's latest assault. "You're infuriating…" he snarled, charging. Bardock smirked again, accompanying it with a chuckle. "I could say the same about you," he quipped. Before Turles could reply, Bardock unleashed a Meteor Blow, sending him flying again. That was soon followed by a Final Spirit Cannon, inflicting tremendous damage.

Turles blasted out of the pile of rubble that this left him in, visibly angered. "JUST SHUT UP AND DIE ALREADY!" he snarled, unleashing a Sudden Storm from both hands. Bardock merely chuckled, countering his attack with a Kamehameha. Turles' eyes widened as Bardock's blast quickly eclipsed all of his.

He gave his brother an angry glare just before the blast sent him flying. Bardock smiled, lowering his hands. He'd finally indisputably gained the upper hand- Turles' stamina was obviously much worse than his own. Turles struggled to his feet as Bardock approached him, looking equally worse for wear. He formed a Rebellion Sword, preparing to end the fight. "It's time to end this stupid thing," he said.

Turles' features narrowed into a sharp glare. "Not yet!" he snarled, kicking Bardock's legs out from under him. As his brother fell, he followed that up with a vicious strike, sending him sprawling. Bardock cursed under his breath, charging towards his brother. He prepared a Meteor Blow on both hands, readying himself to cave Turles' face in. But his brother was prepared, letting loose another Sudden Storm.

Bardock's assault was stopped by the sudden deluge of blasts, inflicting a good bit of damage on him. Turles smirked, closing the distance with a burst of speed and decking Bardock across the face. Bardock stumbled, but didn't fall down- enabling him to punch Turles in the gut, as hard as he possibly could. Turles stumbled backwards, clutching his stomach in pain. Bardock smiled, rushing in for a combo of devastating blows.

He finished it all off with a Meteor Blow, sending Turles flying. "Good riddance…" he scoffed, firing a Riot Javelin after him. The attack connected with a significant boom, leaving Turles even further damaged. Turles soon charged back into the fight, clearly very much angered. Bardock was not worried, however, and charged in to meet him in kind. A high-speed, violent clash erupted, with neither able to gain a decisive advantage.

That is, until Bardock started using the techniques that he'd learned from Gohan to exploit every single hole in Turles's guard, striking his weak points with precision. His brother reeled, finally leaving him open for Bardock's Meteor Impact, very nearly taking him out of the fight for good. Turles shakily got to his feet, angered beyond words. He started forming another Hyper Cannon, this one even larger than the previous. Bardock swallowed a bit hard, offering a brief nervous smile.

"Let's see you evade this one, dammit!" Turles snarled. Bardock's face immediately took on a 'holy shit' expression, and he turned tail and shot away from the area as fast as he could- but that was still not enough to escape. The blast produced by the attack was truly massive, to the point that it was visible for miles around. Bardock was seemingly done for, and Turles smirked to himself. "Walk that off, you piece of shit," he scoffed.

Thinking he'd won, the paler brother moved to leave the area. Only for a very much still alive Bardock to cut him off. He was significantly wounded, his body covered in burns and scrapes, much more so than before, having been at the epicenter of that last Hyper Cannon's explosion.

But he was far from done, and he was ready to prove it. He formed up the orb of ki he'd produced the first time he'd attempted the Kamehameha, readying to retaliate. "Let's see how you like it, you piece of trash!" he snarled, dumping a lot of ki into it, to the point that it was a similar size to the Hyper Cannon that Turles had just fired.

Turles' eyes widened and he swallowed hard. He raised his hands, palms facing his brother- and a drop of sweat rolled down his face. "Can we talk this out like civilized people?" he asked. "No," Bardock deadpanned, loosing his attack. What followed was another epically huge explosion, this time with Turles at the center. Bardock smirked triumphantly as Turles was blown away by the attack.

"Serves you right," he muttered, watching and waiting to see if his brother survived. And, much to his disappointment, Turles did. He was left in a state much like his own, having barely survived. "How'd you like it? I don't have a name for it yet," Bardock snarked. "I think I'll call it the Turles Special."

Turles glared at him so hard that he must've burst a blood vessel. "I HATE YOU SO MUCH!" he snarled, taking to the air. Bardock watched this with trepidation, wondering just what Turles was going to try to pull. To his horror, Turles drew his hands behind his neck, beginning to form up a Calamity Blaster. But this was no ordinary Calamity Blaster, no- this was the fully charged version. He'd seen it many a time during their old missions.

This was not like the one-handed quick fire version he'd used earlier in the fight. No, this was the fully-powered move. One that would most certainly obliterate the planet if he fired it from his current position. "Are you crazy?!" Bardock shouted. "You'll destroy the planet if you fire that from up there!"

Turles chuckled, an evil smirk forming on his face. "I'm gonna send you and this stupid planet to Hell!" he snarled, staring down at his brother. Bardock sighed, realizing that he was going to have to put in some serious work to stop this. So, he began charging up his Rebellion Trigger to counter the attack. If he wanted his family to survive, he'd have to.

He'd promised Gine that he'd protect them no matter what, and he wasn't going to break it. He looked up at his brother, who was nearly finished forming his technique. "Just a few more seconds…" he thought. Maybe if he was lucky, he'd be able to kill Turles with his own blast before he got a chance to fire. After all, he was leaving himself wide open as he charged it. But that was not to be, as Turles finished charging his attack a couple of seconds before Bardock could finish charging his own up.

"GO TO HELL, BARDOCK! AND TAKE YOUR PLANET WITH YOU! CALAMITY BLASTER!" he shouted, firing his blast. Bardock scoffed- if Turles thought that he was just going to roll over and die, he had another thing coming. He wasn't gonna hold anything back, and Turles had best be prepared for it. "YOU FIRST! REBELLION TRIGGER!" he shouted back, setting loose his counter.

The two beams collided mid-air, forming a sort of column of energy- from a distance, you probably couldn't tell that they were two separate blasts. One had to think that it was probably visible for miles around. Not that Bardock and Turles cared, that is. They just cared about killing each other and ending the fight. Both remained silent after their initial declarations, focusing on maintaining their blasts. Bardock refused to give in and let Earth be destroyed by Turles, who didn't seem to care that he'd also die in the explosion, and Turles refused to give in because it would mean that Bardock would win.

And he couldn't have that. No siree- if he wanted to keep his pride, then he had to overcome his brother and win. In contrast, Bardock only cared about his family. It was a contest of wills that neither wanted to lose. The event of a victory for the other would mean that one of them had given in and let it happen, which was anathema to both of them. Winning was impossible for both of them, of course.

Which meant that one of them had to lose- had to give in and break off the clash. But as neither of them were willing to back down, it would likely keep going until one or both of them ran out of ki, barring any sort of outside intervention. Speaking of outside intervention, neither of them had yet realized that three more people were closing in on their location, all with the goal of breaking up the fight. But what Taro, Gine, and Fasha had failed to realize was that resolving the brawl in such a manner was impossible now- neither Bardock nor Turles would simply quit because someone asked them to.

Their brawl was not simply something that could be resolved that way- this was something that was years in the making- they'd simply finally gotten the chance to duke it out and air their grievances. And they would finish the fight, no matter what happened. Even if outside intervention cropped up and broke the one-on-one aspect of their brawl- they'd finish it come hell or high water.

The area they'd been brawling in could attest to that- it was heavily damaged from Bardock and Turles' little war. Much of it had been blasted away by attacks during the fight, leaving craters, piles of rubble, and burnt fragments of trees all over the place. It was anybody's guess when the brawl would finally end- or even how it would end. Gine had an idea, though- and she was drawing ever closer. If the beam clash didn't resolve itself, then she'd damn sure resolve it herself.

"Just hold on for a few more minutes, Bardock…" she thought, readying herself to intervene. Both would likely be annoyed at the intervention, but she didn't care. She was going to finally end this brawl, once and for all.