Chapter2: The Zuper 10

For the past few days, the city had been plagued—no, blessed—with mysterious creatures swooping in to save the day at ridiculous speeds. Fires? Extinguished. Bank robberies? Thwarted. Kittens stuck in trees? Rescued before they even realized they were stuck.

While Great Saiyaman and Videl diligently patrolled Satan City, these creatures weren't just local heroes—they were everywhere. A global service of crime-fighting weirdos, covering every city, every town, every minor inconvenience. At this rate, even lost socks in dryers might start getting rescued.

Just now, Diamondhead had taken down a group of thugs hijacking a school bus. As the last criminal whimpered in defeat, Great Saiyaman arrived, posing dramatically, only to realize his audience had already lost interest.

He hesitated. His last encounter with Four Arms had left his dignity critically injured. Maybe he should just nod and leave? No, he had to know.

"Hey!" Saiyaman pointed at Diamondhead, trying to look composed. "How are you so fast? You keep stopping criminals before I even get here!"

Diamondhead smirked. "I'm not distracted by girls."

Saiyaman gasped as if he had just been personally attacked by a Kamehameha. "Excuse me?! What's that supposed to mean?!"

Before Diamondhead could respond with something even more infuriating, Videl stomped onto the scene, arms crossed, looking as if she was about to hand out detention.

"Alright, who stopped the thugs this time?"

Saiyaman, looking somewhat betrayed, silently pointed at Diamondhead.

Videl narrowed her eyes. Ever since Saiyaman had appeared, he kept stealing her heroic thunder. But now? Now even he was being outpaced. She inhaled sharply, holding back her irritation.

"How do you keep getting here so fast?" she demanded.

Diamondhead, still smug, shrugged. "I'm not distracted by boys."

Videl's expression went through seven emotions in the span of three seconds before landing on pure, unfiltered offense. "What's that supposed to mean?!"

Diamondhead, with the arrogance of someone who just hit "Skip Ad" on YouTube with perfect timing, gave them both a slow, knowing glance.

"You both know exactly what I mean."

Videl, still offended, crossed her arms. "Oh, educate us."

Diamondhead sighed like a teacher explaining basic math to a stubborn student. "while you two struggle to guard a single city, we're out here protecting the whole world."

Videl scoffed. "Come on, there are ten of you! Of course, you can do it."

"And yet," Diamondhead continued smugly, "even with just one of us in a city, we manage to stop crime before anyone even realizes it happened. Meanwhile, you're standing here acting like you lost the spotlight. You know… you remind me of someone."

Videl's eye twitched. "Who?"

Diamondhead smirked. "You don't need to know."

Just as reality itself sensed this argument spiralling out of control, it decided enough was enough.

Out of nowhere, a swarm of reporters descended upon them. Cameras flashed, microphones were shoved forward, and before anyone could process what was happening, a particularly enthusiastic reporter forced her way to the front, shoving a mic in Diamondhead's face like a monkey who had just discovered a sword.

"This is Pois Rane from Random Nonsense!" she announced dramatically.

Saiyaman, Videl, and Diamondhead all froze, their eyes widening at the sheer absurdity of that name.

Diamondhead was the first to recover. "What… nonsense are you talking about?"

The reporter remained firm. "I am not nonsense. I am Rois Rane!"

Diamondhead blinked. "Wait… didn't you just say you were Pois Rane?"

"That was earlier. But now my new name is—" She abruptly paused, checked her watch, counted down five seconds, then perked back up. "Okay, where were we? Oh yes! I am Lois Lane from Random Nonsense!"

Videl squinted. "Lois Lane? As in that Lois Lane?"

Lois Lane shook her head furiously. "No, not Lane as in my family name! Lane like in Lane 1, Lane 2—y'know, street lanes!"

Saiyaman tilted his head. "Wait, so… your last name is just 'road infrastructure'?"

Lois Lane nodded proudly. "My ancestors were very forward-thinking about urban planning!"

Diamondhead let out a long, suffering sigh. "Okay… who in their right mind names a news company Random Nonsense? When did it even start?"

"Today!" she chirped. "And as for the name—let's be honest, aren't all news channels just random nonsense?"

The other reporters collectively gasped in offense, one even clutching his microphone like he had just been personally insulted.

Videl pinched the bridge of her nose. "I think I just lost brain cells."

Saiyaman nodded. "Yeah… welcome to the club."

Then Lois Lane suddenly turned to Diamondhead, pointing her microphone at him like an interrogator. "Are you competition to Zuper Child?"

Diamondhead blinked. "Who the heck is Zuper Child? A kid who runs around in diapers?"

Lois Lane gasped dramatically, clutching her chest like she had just heard the greatest blasphemy of her life. "What?! Don't you know Zuper Child?"

Diamondhead crossed his arms. "Do I need to?"

Lois Lane huffed, flipping through imaginary cue cards. "Fine. Then tell me, what's your name?"

"It's Diamondhead," he replied, standing tall, probably expecting respect.

Videl, however, did the exact opposite—she burst into laughter.

Diamondhead frowned. "What's so funny?"

Between chuckles, Videl smirked. "Diamondhead? Why not Ruby head? Or—oh! Ruby on Rails! Now that sounds fancy!"

Diamondhead narrowed his eyes. "I am as strong as diamond, so naturally, my name is Diamondhead! Or would you rather call me by my species' name, Petrosapien?"

"Petrosapien?" Videl repeated, tilting her head. "That sounds like a brand of overpriced soap."

Diamondhead groaned. "Are you dense? This is why kids should stay in school instead of running around the streets with a loud mouth! Petro means stone, and sapien means creature. Basic knowledge!"

Videl scowled, crossing her arms. "Oh, excuse me for not taking alien language classes! Some of us actually have work to do!"

"It's not an alien language! It's basic knowledge!" Diamondhead snapped, before pausing. "Wait... what work do you even do?" He tilted his head. "I mean, you're always pretty late to everything, so if it's crime-fighting, I'd recommend you quit and actually study instead."

A vein popped in Videl's forehead. "Excuse me?!"

Lois Lane, sensing the incoming explosion, casually stepped back, whispering to the nearest camera crew, "Keep rolling. This is gonna be gold."

Saiyaman, sensing the rising tension and the ever-present media, placed a hand on Videl's shoulder. "Uh, you do realize we're in the middle of the road, right?"

She paused, glancing around and finally noticing the reporters, cameras, and increasingly confused pedestrians surrounding them.

Lois Lane, however, groaned in disappointment and turned to Saiyaman. "Why did you stop her?! Do you have any idea how good this would be for ratings?!"

Videl twitched. "Excuse me?"

Ignoring her, Lois Lane shifted her attention to Diamondhead. "Okay, so tell me—where exactly did your group, Zuper 10, come from?"

Diamondhead blinked. "Zuper 10? What's that supposed to be?"

Lois Lane gestured dramatically. "You know! The ten strange creatures running around, helping people all over the world!"

"Oh." Diamondhead folded his arms. "That's us? And also, it's Super, not Zuper."

Lois Lane shrugged. "IDK, but the reality of the name is Zuper."

Diamondhead's eye twitched. Just then, he recalled something Alien X had once said—something about reality being weird and how, at times, it simply made no sense.

For the first time, he decided it was best to remain silent.

"You didn't answer my question," Lois said, her tone sharp.

"We are from where we are," Diamondhead replied.

Videl frowned. "What does that even mean?"

"It means exactly what it means," Diamondhead said with a shrug.

Lois sighed but pressed on. "Alright, what's your motive?"

"You're asking that after seeing what we're doing?" Diamondhead replied.

"Just to be sure," Lois said. "Who knows? Maybe you all decide to take over the world."

"Why would I do that?" Diamondhead scoffed "it would be a lot of paper work".

Ignoring his remark, Lois asked, "So, are you working with Batman?"

"Ratman? You mean the guy in comics with a rat face who stops criminals?" Diamondhead asked.

"If that's what you mean, then yes," Lois replied.

Diamondhead shook his head. "No, I'm on my own."

Lois then pointed at the Omnitrix symbol on his chest. "And what's this symbol?"

"This?" Diamondhead said. "It's the symbol of a peacekeeper."

Lois clapped her hands, and suddenly, as if under a spell, all the reporters began to applaud.

Videl leaned toward Saiyaman. "Did she just cast a spell or something?"

Saiyaman whispered back, "I have no idea, but this is turning into a really weird press conference."

Diamondhead just sighed. "Reality keeps getting stranger every day."

That night, every news channel was ablaze with the biggest story of the weeks—the emergence of the Zuper 10, as the media had dubbed them. Their cryptic message, "We are from where we are," made about as much sense as a fish riding a bicycle, but the people didn't mind. They were thrilled to have new heroes.

Of course, things immediately devolved into silly internet warfare. The Zuper 10 fans sided with Diamondhead, arguing that Videl was too slow. Meanwhile, Hercule and Videl's fans furiously defended their heroes, declaring that the Zuper 10 were newbies, while Videl had been protecting the city for years. It was the ultimate battle of keyboard warriors.

While the whole world tuned in, our focus zooms into three particular houses.

At Capsule Corp, Trunks was enjoying his usual cartoon time. His father, Vegeta, had somehow fallen into the habit of joining him for these so-called "sophisticated" Earth broadcasts, which Trunks still didn't understand. Why on Earth was his father watching cartoons? Yet, there he was, sitting next to him with his arms crossed, scowling as if the animated antics on screen were a matter of life and death.

But today, their usual routine was violently interrupted by a sudden news report. The screen flickered, showing a chaotic scene of downtown West City. The broadcaster's voice was frantic.

"Welcome to Random Nonsense! I'm Lois Lane! Not Lane as in my family name—Lane as in Lane 1, Lane 2—y'know, street lanes!"

Vegeta's eye twitched. "What nonsense is this?!" he barked.

Trunks sighed, folding his arms. "Dad, this is why I stick to cartoons…"

"Now, an exclusive interview with Diamondhead, one of the Zuper 10!"

Trunks frowned. "Zuper 10? What's that?"

Lois Lane's voice echoed through the screen. "I know you're all wondering, 'What is the Zuper 10?' Well, the answer is simple—you already know if you know!"

Trunks tilted his head, now more confused than before. "…That doesn't explain anything."

The reporter continued, "These new superheroes have stepped up to protect Earth, and according to recent polls, they seem to be more efficient than Saiyaman and Videl! Wait, before you come after us, we're just reporting the facts—65% of voters Favor the Zuper 10, while the remaining 35% still support Videl!"

Vegeta scoffed. "Hah! As if a poll decides strength."

Trunks smirked. "Oh man, Goten is gonna freak when he hears this."

The screen shifted to a montage of the Zuper 10 in action. Various alien heroes were shown assisting people across the globe.

A blue, moth-like alien was gliding through the air, effortlessly phasing through walls and freezing a gang of thugs solid.

Trunks' eyes widened. "Whoa! This guy has ice powers AND intangibility? That's so cool!"

Next, a battery-shaped alien was casually toying with a group of thieves, zapping them with tiny jolts of electricity like a mischievous prankster.

After that, a fairy-like alien waved its hands, sprinkling a shimmering dust over criminals, who yawned before collapsing into a deep sleep.

Trunks grinned. "Okay, that's actually pretty awesome!"

Vegeta, however, crossed his arms with a scowl. "Tch. Weaklings. Who puts their enemies to sleep instead of fighting them?"

Trunks turned to him with a smirk. "What, Dad? You scared he could put YOU to sleep?"

Vegeta's eye twitched, and his growl rumbled like distant thunder. "Watch your mouth, boy."

"Now, we have an exclusive video of one of the Zuper 10 interacting with Saiyaman!"

Trunks' eyes widened. "Great! I need to call Mom and Goten—he has to see this!"

Without wasting a second, he sprinted off, grabbing the nearest phone and dragging Bulma into the room.

"What's going on, Trunks?" Bulma asked, raising an eyebrow.

Trunks grinned. "Gohan's on TV! And I called Goten too!"

The news anchor continued, "This footage was recorded a few days ago. Take a look!"

The screen switched to a chaotic scene:

A gang of criminals stormed through the city in a military tank.

People screamed. Cars swerved. Sirens blared.

Then—

BOOM!

A rocket shot straight at a red, four-armed giant standing in the middle of the street.

The figure didn't flinch.

Instead—

He caught the rocket with one hand.

Then crushed it like a wafer.

Trunks' jaw dropped. "Whoa, he's strong!"

Just as Four Arms was about to leave, a figure landed in front of him.

A man in a ridiculous green jumpsuit, red cape, and a bulky helmet.

And Videl arrived to the scene.

He struck a dramatic pose.

Trunks groaned. "Oh man, who taught him these ridiculous poses?"

"Halt, evildoer! You have been stopped by the GREAT SAYAMANN!"

Four Arms blinked.

Videl sighed.

Sayamann cleared his throat. "Uh, wait. You're not an evildoer. Sorry, force of habit. Who are you? Are you with those… creatures that have been helping the city?"

Four Arms crossed two of his arms while flexing the other two.

"I'm Fourarms. And yeah, I'm with them."

Sayamann tilted his head. "Fourarms? That's a… weird name."

Fourarms smirked.

"Well, at least my name actually justifies my appearance. But what does 'Great Sayamann' even mean? Your name sounds like something out of Dragon Ball."

Sayamann froze.

A wave of embarrassment hit him like a truck.

Videl coughed to hide her laugh.

Trunks burst out laughing. "Oh man, I have to record this!"

Trying to recover, Sayamann quickly asked, "Is this your true appearance?"

Four Arms smirked and crossed all four arms.

"Of course, this is my true appearance. Unlike you, I don't need to hide behind some ridiculous outfit and a helmet."

Sayamann flinched.

Four Arms leaned forward.

"I mean, seriously, even a kid could design a better helmet."

Trunks froze.

Slowly, he turned toward his mother.

Bulma's eye twitched.

Vegeta scoffed. "Hmph. That Four Arms guy is right. That helmet is ridiculous."

Bulma's fists clenched. She whirled toward Vegeta, ready to unleash her wrath—

But Trunks quickly jumped in. "Uh, Mom… don't you think he's the same guy who humiliated your fashion sense a few days ago?"

Bulma paused.

Realization hit.

Her eyes narrowed.

"Of course… it's him."

As the video ended, the anchor chuckled. "Well, it looks like Four Arms had a point—whoever designed Saiyaman's outfit definitely has a unique fashion sense."

Bulma scoffed, crossing her arms. "Hey! I have fashion sense!"

Before the argument could escalate, the screen changed.

Lois Lane, the reporter, simply shrugged. "Well, that's just what the public is saying."

"And now, for our next video—this one was recorded just today."

The footage cut to another scene. Lois Lane stood, flipping through imaginary cue cards. "Fine. Then tell me, what's your name?"

A tall, crystalline figure with an armored build stood proudly. "It's Diamondhead," he declared, his tone expecting respect.

Videl, however, did the exact opposite—she burst into laughter.

Trunks nearly fell off the couch, howling. "Oh man, she's roasting him already!"

Diamondhead frowned. "What's so funny?"

Between chuckles, Videl smirked. "Diamondhead? Why not Rubyhead? Or—oh! Ruby on Rails! Now that sounds fancy!"

Trunks snickered. "Actually, it's a better name than Saiyaman."

Vegeta, arms crossed, nodded approvingly. "Agreed."

Bulma shot them both a glare. "Stop encouraging this!"

Diamondhead narrowed his eyes. "I am as strong as diamond, so naturally, my name is Diamondhead! Or would you rather call me by my species' name—Petrosapien?"

Videl tilted her head. "Petrosapien? That sounds like a brand of overpriced soap."

Trunks nearly choked on his laughter. "Oh man, she's relentless!"

Diamondhead groaned. "Are you dense? This is why kids should stay in school instead of running around the streets with a loud mouth! 'Petro' means stone, and 'sapien' means creature. Basic knowledge!"

Videl scowled, crossing her arms. "Oh, excuse me for not taking alien language classes! Some of us actually have work to do!"

Diamondhead folded his arms. "It's not an alien language! It's basic knowledge!" He paused, then tilted his head. "Wait… what work do you even do? I mean, you're always pretty late to everything. If it's crime-fighting, I'd recommend you quit and actually study instead."

Trunks burst out laughing, slapping his knee. "Ohhh, burn! He got her good with a single dialogue!"

A vein popped in Videl's forehead. "Excuse me?!"

Watching from the couch, Vegeta scoffed.

Bulma turned to him. "Vegeta, have you ever encountered these guys before?"

Vegeta frowned. "No."

Trunks, still grinning, leaned back. "Man, I need to save this video. This is comedy gold!"

At the Son household, the phone rang.

Chi-Chi picked it up. "Hello, Son residence. Who is it?"

"Oh, hello, Trunks," she said after a pause.

Her eyes widened. "What? Gohan is on TV? Okay, we'll check!"

She immediately hung up and called for Goten and Gohan. "Gohan! Goten! Come here, quick!"

Gohan walked in, confused. "What's going on, Mom?"

"You're on TV!" Chi-Chi announced.

Gohan blinked. "What? How?!"

"Trunks told me!"

Goten's eyes sparkled. "Really?! I wanna see!"

Chi-Chi turned on the TV.

They watched as a massive, red, four-armed creature stopped a military tank, casually caught a missile, and crushed it like a wafer.

Then, they saw Saiyaman land dramatically, striking ridiculous poses.

Goten burst into laughter. "Pffft—HAHAHA! What is he even doing?!"

Even Chi-Chi snickered. "Oh my, Gohan, you really need to work on those poses…"

Gohan's face turned red. "Will you both stop laughing?!"

"But it's so funny!" Goten wheezed.

"I have to agree with him," Chi-Chi chuckled. "That outfit and those poses… oh dear, Gohan…"

Saiyaman cleared his throat. "Uh, wait. You're not an evildoer. Sorry, force of habit. Who are you? Are you with those… creatures that have been helping the city?"

The red, four-armed figure flexed two of his arms while crossing the other two. "I'm Four Arms. And yeah, I'm with them."

Saiyaman tilted his head. "Four Arms? That's a… weird name."

Four Arms smirked. "Well, at least my name actually justifies my appearance. But what does 'Great Saiyaman' even mean? Your name sounds like something out of Dragon Ball."

At the Son household, Goten immediately turned to Gohan, still laughing. "Yeah, Gohan, what does Saiyaman even mean?"

Gohan puffed out his chest, trying to defend himself. "It's a combination of 'Saiyan' and 'human'! It represents my heritage!"

Chi-Chi folded her arms, shaking her head. "Good thing I sent you to school. Otherwise, you would've embarrassed yourself way earlier in life."

Gohan's face turned red. "M-Mom!"

Trying to recover, Saiyaman quickly asked, "Is this your true appearance?"

Four Arms smirked, crossing all four arms. "Of course, this is my true form. Unlike you, I don't need to hide behind some ridiculous outfit and a helmet."

Saiyaman flinched.

Four Arms leaned forward. "I mean, seriously, even a kid could design a better helmet."

Chi-Chi gasped. "Oh my… he just humiliated Bulma."

Goten snorted. "YES! YES! This is gold! I love this guy!"

Gohan groaned, covering his face. "Please, can we not do this? I don't want to relive this humiliation again…"

Goten wasn't listening. He grabbed a notebook and started writing. "New best superhero: Four Arms. Officially better than Saiyaman."

Then the video changed again

The footage cut to another scene. Lois Lane stood, flipping through imaginary cue cards. "Fine. Then tell me, what's your name?"

A tall, crystalline figure with an armored build stood proudly. "It's Diamondhead," he declared, his tone expecting respect.

Videl, however, did the exact opposite—she burst into laughter.

At the Son household, Goten was already rolling on the floor, laughing. "Mom, she's got no chill!"

Chi-Chi, arms crossed, tried to maintain her composure but couldn't help herself. "Well, it's about time someone questioned these ridiculous names. What's next, Brickchin or granitefoot?"

Diamondhead frowned. "What's so funny?"

Between chuckles, Videl smirked. "Diamondhead? Why not Rubyhead? Or—oh! Ruby on Rails! Now that sounds fancy!"

Goten wiped away tears. "Mom, I swear, I'm stealing that one. Imagine introducing yourself as Rubyhead—instant humiliation!"

Chi-Chi shook her head. "I don't know, Goten. At least a rock has some durability. Unlike certain people who still break dishes in my house!"

Diamondhead narrowed his eyes. "I am as strong as diamond, so naturally, my name is Diamondhead! Or would you rather call me by my species' name—Petrosapien?"

Videl tilted her head. "Petrosapien? That sounds like a fancy brand of overpriced soap."

Goten gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. "Mom, I think I just found your next skincare product! Petrosapien: The Ultimate Stone-Smooth Glow!"

Chi-Chi smirked. "Oh really? I'll have you know I don't need overpriced soap. I've been keeping this household in order without any alien help, thank you very much."

Diamondhead groaned. "Are you dense? This is why kids should stay in school instead of running around the streets with a loud mouth! 'Petro' means stone, and 'sapien' means creature. Basic knowledge!"

Chi-Chi pointed at the TV, looking at Goten. "See? Even aliens think education is important! You should be taking notes, young man!"

Goten threw up his hands. "I am taking notes, Mom! I'm learning that superheroes argue just like us!"

Videl scowled, crossing her arms. "Oh, excuse me for not taking alien language classes! Some of us actually have work to do!"

Diamondhead folded his arms. "It's not an alien language! It's basic knowledge!" He paused, then tilted his head. "Wait… what work do you even do? I mean, you're always late to everything. If it's crime-fighting, I'd recommend you quit and actually study instead."

Chi-Chi clapped her hands. "Finally! A hero with some real priorities! Maybe I should invite him to dinner and give him a medal."

A vein popped in Videl's forehead. "Excuse me?!"

Goten nudged Gohan with a grin. "See, bro? Even rock guy has more sense than you when it comes to schedules."

Gohan groaned and buried his face in his hands. "Please, I don't need this kind of pressure…"

The footage cut back to the press conference, where Lois Lane stood with her arms crossed, her patience running on fumes.

"You didn't answer my question," she said, her tone sharp.

Diamondhead, completely unfazed, casually shrugged. "We are from where we are."

Videl blinked. "What does that even mean?"

"It means exactly what it means," Diamondhead replied, somehow managing to sound both profound and ridiculous at the same time.

Trunks nearly choked on his soda. "Bro just unlocked a new level of nonsense!"

Goten squinted at the screen. "Wait, is this guy a superhero or an ancient philosopher?"

Chi-Chi rolled her eyes. "That's the kind of answer I get when I ask you two why the fridge is empty!"

Lois sighed but powered through. "Alright, what's your motive?"

Diamondhead gestured at the screen showing heroic rescues. "You're asking that after everything we've done?"

"Just to be sure," Lois said, her journalist instincts kicking in. "Who knows? Maybe you all decide to take over the world."

Diamondhead scoffed. "Why would I do that? Too much paperwork."

With Trunks pointed at the screen. "Okay, I like this guy! He's got his priorities straight!"

Ignoring his remark, Lois asked, "So, are you working with Batman?"

Diamondhead tilted his head. "Ratman? You mean the comic book guy with the rat face who stops criminals?"

Lois blinked, clearly thrown off. "If that's what you mean, then yes."

Diamondhead shook his head. "No, I'm on my own."

Chi-Chi huffed. "See, Goten? Even aliens know the value of independence! You still can't do laundry without turning everything pink!"

Goten pouted. "That was one time! Also, maybe pink is just a superior color—did you ever think of that?"

Lois then pointed at the Omnitrix symbol on Diamondhead's chest. "And what's this symbol?"

Diamondhead tapped the glowing insignia. "This? It's the symbol of a peacekeeper."

Lois suddenly clapped her hands, and instantly, all the reporters in the room began applauding in perfect synchronization.

Videl leaned toward Saiyaman. "Did she just activate some kind of brainwashing technique?"

Saiyaman whispered back, "I don't know, but I think she might be the real supervillain here."

With Trunks clutched his stomach, laughing. "Dude, she clapped and they all started cheering! That's not journalism—that's wizardry!"

Chi-Chi sighed. "If only I had that power… I'd just clap once and—boom! Clean dishes, folded laundry, and respectful children!"

Goten gasped. "Nooo! Mom with mind-control powers?! That's a horror movie waiting to happen!"

On-screen, Diamondhead rubbed his temples as if experiencing secondhand embarrassment. "Reality keeps getting stranger every day."

Gohan buried his face in his hands. "I wish I could say he's wrong, but…"

Chi-Chi patted his shoulder. "It's okay, sweetie. We all have regrets."

AT Hercule Mansion

Hercule and Videl sat on their couch, both staring at the TV with wide eyes. The living room was completely silent—except for the sound of a spoon clattering onto the floor as Hercule's hand went limp.

"WHAT?!" Hercule suddenly exploded, leaping to his feet. "These—these crystal-faced, multi-armed, weird-named—NEWBIES—are more popular than us?! US?!"

Videl, still gripping the remote like it was her last lifeline, muttered, "Sixty-five percent…" Her eye twitched. "How is this even possible?"

Hercule dramatically clutched his chest. "My fans—MY loyal followers—betrayed me for some walking chandelier?! THIS IS AN OUTRAGE! A SCANDAL! A—A CONSPIRACY!"

Videl rubbed her temples. "Dad, it's just a poll—"

"JUST A POLL?!" Hercule gasped. "Back in my day, when I entered a tournament, do you know what my approval rating was? ONE HUNDRED PERCENT! Even my opponents voted for me! That's what true charisma is!"

Videl scowled at the TV. "I can't believe people think they're better than me. I've been fighting crime for years!"

The news continued, with Lois Lane pulling out an unnecessarily large graph. "Now, here's an interesting breakdown—among those who voted for Zuper 10, a whopping 78% said they liked them because, and I quote, 'they actually get stuff done without stopping to do dramatic poses.'"

Videl's mouth fell open. "Excuse me?!"

Hercule, however, gasped in horror. "THEY DON'T APPRECIATE THE ART OF THE POSE?! Videl, we are dealing with a generation of lost souls!"

The news segment switched to interviews with random people on the street.

Random Citizen #1: "Yeah, the Zuper 10 seem cool. They saved my apartment from a fire and didn't even make a speech about 'justice' first."

Random Citizen #2: "Videl's cool, but her dad keeps taking credit for everything. At least these new guys actually explain what they're doing instead of yelling about how great they are."

Hercule pointed at the screen, his mustache twitching. "TRAITORS! ALL OF THEM! My autobiography personally thanked that guy, and THIS is how he repays me?!"

Videl crossed her arms, fuming. "Alright, that's it. I'm finding those alien weirdos and proving to everyone that I am the better hero!"

Hercule nodded furiously. "That's my girl! And while you're at it, make sure to remind them who the REAL champion of Earth is—ME!"

The news continued in the background. "And in other news, Hercule's autobiography sales have suddenly plummeted by 40%—"

Hercule screamed and fainted.

But the reality didn't cared if hercule is fainted the news continued

On TV:

Lois Lane huffed. "Fine. Then tell me, what's your name?"

Diamondhead puffed up his chest. "It's Diamondhead."

Videl, watching from the couch, immediately burst into laughter, nearly spilling her drink. "Oh no, I forgot how dumb that name is!"

Mr. Satan wiped a tear from his eye. "Bwahaha! Diamondhead?! Sounds like some second-rate wrestler trying to sound cool! I bet his finishing move is the 'Shiny Headbutt of Doom'!"

On TV:

Diamondhead frowned. "What's so funny?"

Videl (on TV) smirked. "Diamondhead? Why not Rubyhead? Or—oh! Ruby on Rails! Now that sounds fancy!"

Videl (real-life) pointed at the screen, laughing. "I forgot I said that! Man, I was on fire that day!"

Mr. Satan snorted. "Ruby on Rails? Sounds like a fancy restaurant that charges extra for bread!"

On TV:

Diamondhead narrowed his eyes. "I am as strong as diamond, so naturally, my name is Diamondhead! Or would you rather call me by my species' name, Petrosapien?"

Videl (on TV) tilted her head. "Petrosapien? That sounds like a brand of overpriced soap."

Videl (real-life) clutched her stomach. "Y'know, I stand by that. I'd totally see a 'Petrosapien' body wash at some fancy store, right next to 'Galactic Aloe.'"

Mr. Satan wiped his eyes. "Hah! That's what I should start selling! Hercule-Brand 'Champion Strength' Shampoo! Makes your hair strong as me!"

Videl shook her head. "Dad, you barely have enough hair to test it on."

On TV:

Diamondhead groaned. "Are you dense? This is why kids should stay in school instead of running around the streets with a loud mouth! 'Petro' means stone, and 'sapien' means creature. Basic knowledge!"

Videl (real-life) immediately stood up. "Oh, that little—!"

Mr. Satan gasped, slamming his popcorn down. "HOW DARE HE TALK TO MY LITTLE GIRL LIKE THAT?!" He grabbed the remote like he was about to punch it. "I oughta jump through the TV and suplex that crystal-faced punk!"

Videl groaned. "Dad, you can't suplex a guy made of diamond."

"Who says I can't?! I'm the World Champion!" Mr. Satan flexed dramatically. "Besides, I bet if I punched him juuuust right, I could crack him like a cheap windshield!"

Videl sighed. "Yeah, sure, let me know how that works out."

On TV:

Diamondhead paused, then tilted his head. "Wait... what work do you even do? I mean, you're always pretty late to everything, so if it's crime-fighting, I'd recommend you quit and actually study instead."

A vein popped in Videl's forehead. "Excuse me?!"

Mr. Satan nearly knocked over the popcorn. "WHAT DID HE JUST SAY?!"

Videl cracked her knuckles. "Oh, I remember this part."

On TV:

Lois Lane, sensing danger, whispered, "Keep rolling. This is gonna be gold."

Saiyaman placed a hand on Videl's shoulder. "Uh, you do realize we're in the middle of the road, right?"

Lois groaned. "Why did you stop her?! Do you have any idea how good this would be for ratings?!"

Back in Reality:

Videl exhaled sharply. "Ugh, I should've decked that guy. Would've made for even better ratings."

Mr. Satan nodded sagely. "Darn right! You gotta let them know who's boss, kiddo! I would've done the same—well, no, I would've made it flashy! Maybe a backflip first, then BOOM! Right in the jaw!"

Videl smirked. "You mean like how you 'punched' Cell?"

Mr. Satan immediately coughed, looking away. "Ahem! Look at the time! Shouldn't you be studying or something?!"

Videl rolled her eyes. "I hate to say it, but Diamondhead actually gave better career advice than you just did."

Mr. Satan gasped dramatically. "BETRAYAL! My own daughter siding with a talking rock! What's next?! You gonna tell me you actually like superheroes?!"

Videl grinned. "Oh no, you've figured me out."

The news continued

Lois Lane stood, looking unimpressed. "You didn't answer my question."

Diamondhead, completely unfazed, shrugged. "We are from where we are."

Videl frowned. "What does that even mean?"

"It means exactly what it means," Diamondhead replied, somehow managing to sound both philosophical and completely ridiculous.

Mr. Satan choked on his popcorn. "Hah! That's the kind of nonsense I'd say when I have no idea what I'm talking about!"

Videl groaned. "Yeah, I've noticed."

On TV:

Lois powered through. "Alright, what's your motive?"

Diamondhead gestured to the footage of him saving civilians. "You're asking that after everything we've done?"

"Just to be sure," Lois said. "Who knows? Maybe you all decide to take over the world."

Diamondhead scoffed. "Why would I do that? Too much paperwork."

Videl snorted. "You know what? I respect that answer."

Mr. Satan laughed. "Now that's a real champion answer! World domination is too much work! Keeping up my title is exhausting enough as it is!"

Videl rolled her eyes. "Yeah, real tough job… waving at crowds and signing autographs."

Mr. Satan flexed. "Hey! Maintaining this physique takes effort! Not everyone is born with these natural muscles, y'know!"

On TV:

Lois pointed at Diamondhead's chest. "And what's this symbol?"

Diamondhead tapped the Omnitrix. "This? It's the symbol of a peacekeeper."

Lois suddenly clapped her hands, and instantly, all the reporters in the room erupted into synchronized applause like hypnotized minions.

Videl's eyes widened. "Wait… did she just brainwash the entire press conference?!"

Mr. Satan nearly fell out of his seat. "What in the world?! I need that trick for my fans! Imagine—I walk into the stadium, clap once, and BOOM! A standing ovation!"

Videl gave him a deadpan look. "You already get that, Dad."

"Yeah, but faster!" he said, wiggling his fingers dramatically.

On TV:

Saiyaman leaned toward Videl. "Did she just activate some kind of brainwashing technique?"

Saiyaman flinched as Diamondhead muttered, "Reality keeps getting stranger every day."

Videl shook her head in disbelief. "Well, at least one of them has common sense…"

Mr. Satan sighed, tossing popcorn into his mouth. "Y'know, kiddo, I used to think I was the most famous hero around. But after watching this circus, I think I need to step up my game!"

Videl smirked. "Oh? Gonna start wearing a weird helmet and striking ridiculous poses?"

Mr. Satan gasped. "That's brilliant! Imagine this—The Great Mister S!" He leaped onto the couch, striking a heroic pose. "Justice! Power! Glorious hair!"

Videl groaned, covering her face. "I regret everything…"

Videl's phone rang, and she picked it up without checking the caller ID.

"Hey, Videl! Did you see how that alien dude roasted you on live TV?!" Erasa's voice practically crackled with excitement.

Videl twitched. "Oh, I saw, alright."

Mr. Satan leaned over. "WHO'S THAT?! Someone talking smack about my little girl?! Hand me the phone, I'll challenge 'em to a match right now!"

Videl pushed her father back. "Dad, it's Erasa."

"Oh good, put me on speaker! I need to hear your reaction in full HD!" Erasa giggled.

Videl sighed and put her on speaker. "Alright, what do you want?"

"Girl, he said you should quit fighting and go study! On national TV!" Erasa cackled. "Like, the savagery! He basically told you to get your life together!"

Mr. Satan gasped. "The disrespect! My daughter is the daughter of THE GREAT HERCULE! She doesn't need school! She's already a genius at punching people!"

Videl groaned. "Dad, that's not how education works."

"Videl, be honest," Erasa teased. "Did you actually have a comeback planned, or did you just stand there buffering like an old internet video?"

Videl clenched her teeth. "I had a comeback, but Saiyaman stopped me!"

"Ugh, tragic. He ruined a historic TV moment! You were about to go full 'angry girl protagonist' on that dude!"

Mr. Satan nodded. "That's right! You had the fire! You should've just dropkicked him right in his shiny crystal face!"

Videl sighed. "Pretty sure I'd break my foot before I break his head, Dad."

Erasa snorted. "So, uh… you gonna study now? Or do you need another alien to tell you?"

Videl immediately hung up.

Mr. Satan crossed his arms. "Good call. That girl was obviously compromised by enemy propaganda."

A few days later, as if on cue, criminals flooded the streets of Satan City, launching what could only be described as the world's most synchronized mugging spree.

Ben, standing atop a nearby rooftop, sighed. "Oh, come on. Did they plan this in a group chat?"

Without wasting time, he smacked the Omnitrix, dialing in XLR8. The watch beeped cheerfully—almost mockingly—and in a bright green flash, Ben transformed… into Ditto.

He blinked. "Seriously, Omnitrix? This is your idea of a joke?"

Ditto groaned, throwing his tiny arms up. "Fine, fine, no use complaining. Even if I'm not XLR8, I'm still awesome."

Taking a deep breath, he split into two. Then those two split again. And again. Within seconds, a full-fledged Ditto army—exactly 100 strong, because math—stood ready for battle.

The entire Ditto squad struck identical poses and, in perfect sync, declared, "We may be one, but together, we are a hundred!"

Then they charged.

Two Dittos tackled a thug, only to immediately clone themselves into a living avalanche of identical chaos. Criminals vanished beneath a pile of cackling, grinning Dittos.

One particularly massive thug, built like a fridge with arms, sent two Dittos flying straight into a fire hydrant, shattering it. Water erupted into the air like a celebratory fountain.

The downed Dittos groaned, then glanced at each other. "Well, that was hydrating," one quipped.

Ignoring their own terrible pun, they cloned themselves again and rushed back into the fight.

But the massive thug was still standing, somehow shrugging off the relentless tide of tiny aliens.

"Okay, fine," one Ditto muttered. "Time for Plan B—more cloning!"

Each Ditto created another. And another. And another. Their numbers grew exponentially, turning the street into a sea of bouncing, identical chaos.

A bystander, watching in awe, nudged his friend. "So… is this what cell division looks like?"

His friend nodded sagely. "Yeah. But, like, if science was completely unhinged."

The streets of Satan City were now completely flooded with Dittos—hundreds of identical, grinning aliens bouncing around, tackling criminals, and generally causing organized chaos.

Just then, Saiyaman and Videl arrived on the scene.

The moment they saw the endless Ditto swarm, their eyes bulged out in pure disbelief.

For Videl, this was just a standard cartoonish reaction. But for Saiyaman, it was a logistical nightmare—his eyes slammed into the inside of his visor with a clunk, momentarily blinding him.

"OW—!" Saiyaman staggered, waving his arms. "I CAN'T SEE!"

Videl facepalmed. "Seriously?"

Saiyaman fumbled, adjusting his helmet while the Dittos continued their chaotic battle, completely unfazed.

One Ditto noticed the commotion and gave Saiyaman a thumbs-up. "Hey, if you need a spare set of eyes, we've got plenty!"

Videl groaned. "This city is never normal, is it?"

Just then, one of the Dittos spotted Saiyaman and Videl and waddled over with the confidence of someone who had way too much free time. "Oh hey, look who finally decided to show up. As always, fashionably late. Were you two… busy with something?"

Videl twitched. "What do you mean by that?"

Ditto smirked. "Oh, nothing. It's just that for the past few days, you've both been showing up at the exact same time. Almost like you've been… spending time together."

Saiyaman's face turned bright red beneath his helmet—not that anyone could see it. Videl, on the other hand, looked like a volcano about to erupt. "WHAT did you just say?!"

Three more Dittos popped up beside the first, nodding like a panel of judges at a gossip competition.

"Yeah, yeah! I've noticed it too!" one declared.

"Are you squawking because you're mad, or because you're a crow that just licked a battery?" another added, tilting its tiny head.

Videl clenched her fists. "WHY YOU—!"

Meanwhile, the Dittos kept whispering among themselves.

"Well, isn't it true?" one Ditto elbowed another.

"Totally," the other nodded sagely.

Before Videl could explode, a random Ditto suddenly emerged from the Ditto swarm. "Hey, what are we eating after this?"

Immediately, the first Ditto responded, "Burgers!"

"No, sandwiches!" argued another.

"Drinks first!" demanded a third.

"No, no, we go full chaos—ice cream first, then regret later!"

Within seconds, the five Dittos were locked in a dramatic argument over food, complete with exaggerated gestures and wild accusations.

Saiyaman and Videl just stood there, staring at the bickering clones like they had accidentally walked into an alternate reality where this was normal

Just then, what seemed to be the leader of the Dittos emerged from the swarm, strutting forward with the self-importance of a CEO at a board meeting. He crossed his tiny arms and shook his head.

"Hey, hey, HEY! What do you all think you're doing? Is this the kind of impression we want to leave on these rookies?" He pointed dramatically at Videl and Saiyaman.

The Dittos immediately paused their argument. One snorted. "Pfft. Like they could be as fast as us. We just took down—what? A hundred criminals in seconds? If it were her, it'd take all day."

Another Ditto cackled. "And if it were Saiyaman, by the time he finished striking all his heroic poses, the criminals would've left out of sheer boredom."

Both Videl and Saiyaman turned bright red.

"HEY! I am not that slow!" Saiyaman protested.

"You're telling me I'm slow?!" Videl barked.

"No, no!" Saiyaman frantically raised his hands, but it was too late—the damage was done.

From the crowd, a random pedestrian smirked. "Huh. They're arguing like an old married couple. Made for each other, if you ask me."

Videl froze.

Her head turned slowly toward the pedestrian, her eyes burning with the fury of a thousand suns. She took one menacing step forward—

And in an instant, one of the Dittos gasped dramatically. "OH NO! SHE'S ATTACKING A DEFENSELESS CIVILIAN!"

Videl stopped dead in her tracks. She looked around and realized—

Lois Lane was recording everything.

Videl twitched. "...You have got to be kidding me."

Just then, the entire police force finally arrived, sirens blaring as dozens of officers poured onto the chaotic scene.

One Ditto whistled loudly. "Well, well, well. Just like in the movies—cops show up after the action's over. No wonder people prefer superheroes."

Another Ditto snickered, pointing at Videl and Saiyaman. "Not that these ones are much faster."

Videl clenched her fists. "WHY YOU—!"

Saiyaman sighed dramatically. "Can we please arrest the criminals before we get roasted again?"

Then, the apparent leader of the Dittos clapped his tiny hands. "Alright, boys! Time to couple up!"

In perfect synchronization, the entire Ditto swarm began merging back together in pairs, then those pairs merged again, and again. The process took a full five minutes—partly because some Dittos got distracted arguing over who was merging with who.

When the last Ditto finally combined, they all looked around… only to realize that every single criminal was already on the ground, unconscious, with drool leaking from their mouths.

One Ditto scratched his head. "Huh. Guess we overdid it."

Another Ditto poked a thug with his foot. "Or maybe our sheer awesomeness overwhelmed them?"

A third Ditto nodded sagely. "Truly, we are both the problem and the solution."

Then, as if a switch had been flipped, the chaos of Ditto finally came to an end.

A reporter, cautiously stepping forward, held out her microphone. "Will… will this kind of thing continue in Satan City?"

One Ditto, standing on top of a defeated thug like a victorious conqueror, grinned. "Oh, absolutely."

Another Ditto nodded. "We always will."

The reporter paled. Somewhere in the distance, a police officer sighed. Satan City would never know peace again.

28/3/2025