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It wasn't always a blood fountain.; Freeze!, Bio-Man, Bio-Man, Does Whatever A Goku-Man Can, Legends – Nappa
Topic Started: Feb 25 2017, 08:22 PM (36 Views)
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Part 1:

Energy exploded around Wrolen, obscuring his vision enough for Cui to land a series of brutal kicks to his abdomen. The sudden attack was nothing original, however, as this was the second time Cui had chosen to utilize the technique.

Wrolen grabbed Cui’s shin and swung him like a rag doll, smashing him into the hard, black tile of the arena. ”Predictable. And here I heard you were supposed to be one of Frieza’s elite.” The Saiyan palmed his shoulder and cracked his neck.

”At least I’m not an ape pretending to be the monkey king!” The fish-lipped warrior snarled and spun from his prone position, landing a fierce roundhouse across Wrolen’s face. The Saiyan spun with the blow, falling back on his side only to slam the ground with his open palm and reverse his rotation. Before Cui could react to the feat of acrobatics his face was smashed between the feet of the Saiyan. The scissor kick from below pulverized Cui’s jawbone and sent him reeling back, holding his face in pain while only serving to worsen it.

Wrolen, still inverted before Cui, spun like a top and swept his opponent's legs, then rolled under his falling form to launch Cui into the air with a double kick. The purple alien moved to right himself in the air, only to be interrupted by a crescent kick that connected with his sternum and hurled him into the ground. There he lay, coughing up blood and gagging due to his inability to control the loose hanging bottom half of his face.

Seeing that his opponent was not getting up, Wrolen took the time to dust himself off and glance at the onlookers. A sea of repulsive faces, all demanding entertainment, all demanding blood. The Saiyan’s cold demeanor faded into boredom, he sighed and kicked Cui, saying ”Viscount.”

Cui coughed, managing a look of confusion.

”I am Viscount, not King.” Wrolen grabbed the shattered jawbone of his foe and wrenched him upwards, dangling him before his face. Cocking an eyebrow, the Saiyan took on a quizzical expression. ”And who’s pretending?” Cui saw something dark in Wrolen’s eye, and only had enough time to scream before his head was incinerated from the inside out.

With his handhold erased from existence, Wrolen let Cui’s decapitated corpse fall to the black tiles at his feet. Sparing not even a moment, he turned on his heel and calmly strode out of the ring.

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The two super Saiyans charged in unison, coordinating their attack perfectly as they maintained flanking positions on Wrolen and ensured that to face one, he would have to expose his back to the other. In all honesty, Wrolen was impressed. He was never in the field with his subordinates on wet work assignments, and so he was unaware of exactly how efficient they were.

One was using a pair of thin ki blades extending from the back of his wrists, made all the more deadly by his impressive speed. The other seemed more competent in the martial arts, preferring to stay grounded and strike with fists rather than his energy.

The ki blade user was spinning fast enough that it was all Wrolen could do to dodge the lightning-fast swipes. A lunge with the blade for Wrolen’s head opened the blade user’s guard just enough to be exploited, but as Wrolen moved to strike, his legs were cut out from under him. The Saiyan behind him shouted ”Do it, Russ!” prompting the other to leap atop Wrolen and plunge his blades downward with a ferocious war cry.

Without enough time to react properly, Wrolen only manages to catch one of his wrists, and manipulated enough to avoid a lethal blow. The other blade plunged into his shoulder, however, eliciting a pained grunt from the Saiyan. ”Unh… not bad.” Wrolen grabbed the Saiyan’s other wrist and forced his arm back to remove the blade from his shoulder. He locked eyes with the assassin, saying ”But is that all you have?”

He turned, crossing the Saiyan’s arms over each other and throwing him at his partner. ”Kale!” The unarmed Saiyan burst forward, leaping backward over his partner and grabbing his wrists. It all happened so fast, Wrolen had only just gotten into a defensive stance when Russel was slingshot back at him, impacting with a chaotic flurry of blows. As he landed, he was joined by Kale, and the two never missed a beat in laying an unrelenting storm of fists on Wrolen who could only block and dodge as he was assailed on both sides. ”You can’t beat us blue-boy!” Laughed Russ as he connected a particularly solid elbow lunge to Wrolen’s side. ”Just give up!”

Wrolen shot up into the air, one arm curled to his side to support his freshly injured abdomen. ”Blue?” He felt for his hair and brought a lock before his eyes, seeing the hue. ”Well how about that… the girl must have hit me harder than I thought.” Wrolen’s eyes fell to his opponents. ”I’m afraid we have both been deceived, gentlemen.” He returned to the ground and stood normally, totally open to attack. ”Seems I’m still a little rusty, if you want a real challenge, we can keep going, otherwise I’m afraid I’ll have to request your surrender.”

The two super Saiyans eyebrows shot up as they looked at each other, and then burst out into hysterics. This continued until Wrolen crossed his arms and began drumming his fingers in impatience.

”Kneel or be made to, I won’t ask again.” The laughing ceased and was replaced with fury. Both Saiyans snarled and charged up, filling the area with golden energy. Wrolen sighed. ”Every blasted time…” He shrugged and opened his hands to his sides, inviting the Saiyans to attack. ”Very well then, come.”

Wasting no time, they rocketed forward, energy erupting behind them to propel them towards Wrolen. As they approached, a feeling of dread washed over them, and the explanation came a moment later when space once occupied by Wrolen was now filled with a giant. The explosion of power stopped the Saiyan’s in their tracks, it was just like when Wrolen first ascended while they were in their base forms.

Kale took a step back, unable to pull his eyes away. ”R-Russ… what do we… how do we…” His partner hesitated to answer, then took a deep breath as his eyes narrowed.

”…As if you need to ask.” He brought his arms up and clenched his fists, grinning with a strange resolution. ”The boss needs to hear about this.” Kale gathered himself and crouched, ready to fight.

”Right… and if we have to make a report anyway…” Russ chuckled.

”Might as well make it a good one!” They both roared, gathering more power. Wrolen, however, was waiting calmly.

”Suicide, but I understand.” He brought his left hand up and beckoned. ”I need answers, and you will give them to me, if what you want in exchange is to experience the pinnacle of our race’s potential, then far be it from me to deny you.”

The battle that followed was brief, but intense. Dealing with two super Saiyans versed in synchronized attacks is more then most anyone should be able to handle, but handle them he did. Wrolen made a point to catch both Kale and Russell’s throats, denying them air as he lifted them above his head. ”You are beaten, submit.

They responded by snap kicking at his head, eliciting a tick mark on Wrolen’s temple. He pulled both warriors back, only to slam them into the ground. ”you are beaten! Submit!” Still they refused to surrender. Kale generated his blades and made to stab at the giant, only to be interrupted by his roar. ”INGRATE!” The stone beneath them began to fissure and crumble. ” YOU WILL SUBMIT!”

Wrolen released wave after wave of concussive force from his being, letting the magnitude of his wrath grow with the volume of his thunderous shout.

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”Time has little meaning here, but we’ve had a presence ever since the old man got himself killed.” Kale strolled along the barren landscape of Hell with his fingers laced behind his head.

Wrolen, following behind him, was taking in the horizon. ”He gathered the fallen under his banner.”

”Sort of…” Russell had his hands on his hips as he responded. ”He had something we all wanted, but nobody had what it took to take it… so we all just kind of hung around.” He was in worse shape than Kale, probably due to Wrolen laying into the stubborn Saiyan after his big attack.

Kale coughed. Some of us got our asses beat more than once, so some fell in line, and others just refuse to say out loud that they’re beaten.” He chuckled. ”Like sprouts here.” Russell appeared behind Kale and decked him.

”That’s it! I warned you about calling me that you… you ingrate!”

”Look at you, already trying to copy the dude who beat your sorry ass!” And so they went at it, giving Wrolen a moment to spread his senses, looking for anything familiar. With all the overwhelming power levels in Hell, it was hard to pick one out, especially when he hadn’t felt it in decades. Kale and Russell were proving to be too distracting, preventing Wrolen from concentrating further.

”Enough, take me to Fenn.” He grabbed both Saiyans by their armor and held them apart. Kale looked surprised.

”You know, he’s never been too keen on bringing in Tong who only worked under his son, says they cant be trusted.” Kale let himself down and crossed his arms.

”Well can you blame the guy? If your own son killed you for your job would you want to hire his buddies?” Russell laughed. ”Man, I tell you, though, when your boss finally dies, he’s gonna have quite the reception waiting here, courtesy of his old man!”

Wrolen felt a familiar spike of energy and glanced in its direction. ”Something tells me he’ll want to see me, we best be on our way.”

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The little green man was by no means a powerful opponent. Wrolen’s issue was that it was literally impossible to land even a single strike against the putrid little fuck.

Every time the Saiyan moved to attack, Guldo was gone, appearing next to him, behind him, even on his shoulder to mock him. By this point, any other Saiyan would have flipped the fuck out, flying into a rage that would exhaust their power and leave them open to any form of attack. Wrolen however, maintained his calm, a fact that served to annoy Guldo.

”Pitiful Saiyan, you can never defeat me!” He struck a pose and powered up, reminding Wrolen of a certain Shikirian. His eye twitched.

”I swear… if this little shitstain is the reason I died I’m going to have to kill everyone.” He muttered under his breath. Wrolen assumed an offensive stance, feeling the need to test the limits of this creature’s strange abilities.

Guldo scoffed. ”Your defeat is assured! I can see it you see, for I am a master of time and space! Untouchable! Invulnerable! UNSTOPPABLE!” And Wrolen thought Russell had an ego problem, this four-eyed freak was really trying his patience, but one thing he said caught Wrolen’s attention.

”Master of time and space, huh?” Wrolen lunged forward, only to see the same results. He missed, and Guldo landed a spinning kick to the back of his head. The Saiyan spun to face where his opponent was but was kicked in the head from behind again.
”I sensed his energy relocate instantly… no movement, no illusion, just there one second and gone the next.” Wrolen thought to himself, gauging the extent of Guldo’s technique. It seemed almost perfect, but the diminutive master of time and space had tipped his hand by declaring himself just that.

Wrolen moved his hands into a new position, discreetly plucking a single golden hair from his head. He released the hair and charged Guldo yet again. ”It’s no use!” Guldo reappeared behind Wrolen and chopped him across the neck, doing minimal damage but managing to stagger the Saiyan nonetheless. Wrolen recovered and glanced to his feet, then smirked.

”That’s all there is to it huh?” Guldo laughed.

”Don’t act all high and mighty, Saiyan. No one can overcome my power!” Ignoring him, Wrolen arcs a hand over his head, filling the sky with globes of projectiles. Guldo looked at the inverted ocean of energy in wonder before smiling. ”Bring it on Saiyan, you can’t hit me.” Ignoring him, Wrolen fired a beam from his finger.

Where Guldo reappeared, however, he was not attacking Wrolen or mocking him, he was hunched over in pain, burn marks covering his chest. ”Wh-what? How did you do that? How did you blast me!?” Wrolen merely smirked and pointed up.

I didn’t.” He fired off a basic ki blast at Guldo, who vanished from his location and reappeared elsewhere in the arena, even more damaged than before.

”H-HOW!?”

”You could always try dodging." Guldo lost it, he screamed in rage and charged Wrolen outright. He didn’t even make it halfway. Energy rained down from above, piling onto Guldo until he ceased moving.

When he was sure his opponent was done, Wrolen dissipated the energy still above them with a wave of his hand. He strode up to the twitching Guldo and rolled him over with a foot. ”How did I beat you?” He rested his foot on Guldo’s chest. ”It's quite simple really, you were overconfident in that quaint little trick of yours.” He slammed his foot downward, earning a pained groan from Guldo. ”You overused what should be a trump card.” Wrolen gave Guldo one final kick before getting off him. ”And so I unwove your illusion… with a single hair.” he brushed his hand through some of his platinum mane, letting the hair fall slowly.

Guldo groaned. ”Y-your friggin h-hair!?” Guldo scanned the field, seeing the single strand of hair by Wrolen’s feet. ”You have got to be kidding me!” Wrolen retrieved the strand and let it fall through the air again, keeping eye contact with Guldo the whole time.

”You froze me in time, clever, but that’s all you froze, the hair went from eye level to the ground when you performed your little trick.” He pointed upwards, sending a sphere of energy into the sky. ”Funny thing about energy… it can be given basic… Instructions, mostly involving shape or direction.” He turned from Guldo and took a single step away. The energy blast rocketed down to intercept him, only to be deflected effortlessly. ”These simply track movement, quite simple, no?”

Guldo Struggled to his elbows. ”You actually… attacked me while you were frozen.” He paused, thinking hard about the gravity of the situation. Looking up at Wrolen to make an appeal.”Listen to me, I cant have this getting around! You keep what you know to yourself and I’ll… I’ll teach you my technique too! Yeah!” He seemed desperate.

Wrolen considered his offer. ”You would show me how to do your little parlor trick? In exchange for silence?” Guldo nodded vigorously in anticipation. The Saiyan rubbed his chin and pondered. ”I don’t know, I’ll have to take a few seconds to think about it.” Wrolen appeared crouched behind Guldo. ”Thought about it.” Wrolen’s hand shot out of Guldo’s stomach like a blade. ”It’s only an issue if you depend on the technique. Once is all you need if you’re actually competent.” He stood, ripped his hand free, and let Guldo fall at his feet.

Wrolen studied the alien blood that covered his forearm, then looked around at the audience of doomed souls. ”Are all of you this weak?”

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The stronghold was more or less a collection of caves under one of the larger mountains in Hell. Wrolen took it in, knowing that he would need to make good use of the location for the foreseeable future.

”I’ll go on in and get the old man, he should be in the-“ He was interrupted when a red energy blast rocketed between them, blasting them apart.

”Seems he wants to save you the trip.” From the largest central cave entrance, the three Saiyans could see a bearded man in black and red armor emerge. He stood at the mouth of the cave and drew a hefty broadsword from a sheath on his hip, the grip of the blade extended as he did so, turning the blade into a great-spear. ”So this is where that damn thing ended up… my birthright.”

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Fenn


Russell looked between Wrolen and his boss, now noticing some stark similarities. ”You-you’re… “ Fenn, the deceased leader of the Geshei Tong, appeared before all three of them, fury painted across his face.

”You dare show your face here, brat?” He brandished the weapon in Wrolen’s amused face.

”Father.” Wrolen greeted his predecessor.

Fenn and Russell were a little shocked. ”You have got to be-“

”-kidding me.” The resemblance was uncanny, it was only the hair that made them overlook Wrolen’s resemblance to their leader.

End: part 1.
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The android was faster than he looked, dueling Wrolen on even footing and not giving an inch. The two were exchanging blows at frightening speed, though few would actually connect. Wrolen preferred to lever 19’s attacks out of the way with a bump or a nudge, while the android was more habitual with catching and halting Wrolen’s blows.

The duel raged on for a good long while with neither combatant having any luck in overcoming their opponent’s defenses, however, after a certain point, Wrolen began to notice a familiar weakness in his limbs. Danger flashed through his mind as he recalled the circumstances leading to his death.

Flipping back, Wrolen released a crescent shaped wave of Ki to cover his retreat. He cartwheeled back several times, unleashing another wave with whichever hand wasn’t being used to propel himself backward. He landed in a purely defensive stance, his eyes glued to 19. ”What is this automaton up to… why do I feel so drained?”

He looked down at his arms and noticed a few circular burn marks, the spots were tender to the touch as if bruised, but Wrolen recalled no such attack. His thoughts were interrupted by 19’s open palm swiping at his face, the attack was immediately followed up with a spinning roundhouse that felt like a runaway tank… to those whom tanks threaten. Wrolen’s head spun and he went flying, only to be caught by the neck by 19 who appeared next to him with impossible speed.

Wrolen gagged. ”I-impossible. You weren’t th-this fast before.” He felt it then, the burn, the drain, right out of his exposed throat. Wrolen’s eyebrows shot up in realization. ”That’s it! He drain’s ki through his meaty little hands.” Knowing this did the Saiyan little good, however, as the androids grip was like a black hole, inescapable.

”Kuh… two can play at that game!” The Saiyan pulled his body parallel with the android’s arm and twisted his legs around his neck, successfully choking out his opponent in equal measure. ”Release me or lose your head!” Luckily for the struggling Saiyan, 19 bought the bluff and eye-laser blasted Wrolen’s head free. He went spinning away, gasping for breath.

The android walked toward Wrolen slowly, knowing that he had consumed most of the Saiyan’s energy by this point. ”Disengaging murder.exe… loading playwithyourfood.exe” The digital voice that came from the previously mute robot was jarring and utterly unwelcome.

”No. Absolutely not. Do not do that.” Wrolen wheezed out as he got to his feet. The android tilted its head and smiled an evil smile, giggling in a high-pitched squeal instead. ”I preferred you mute you puff pastry prototype.” Wrolen grunted and lifted off the ground. ”Dammitall… an ascended form would make short work of this clown… but…”

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The Leaders of the Tong, past, and present, were surprisingly less violent than one would expect. After their tense greeting, Fenn was joined by several other Saiyans in black armor, all bearing the same symbol emblazoned on his and his son’s chests. A brand below the left collarbone of a lance encircled by a flowing cloth tassel.

Fenn continued to point the blade of his great-spear in Wrolen’s face, the flames of hatred burning in his eyes. ”You have no place here, or do you think this is where the dishonored dead gather? Come to confess something have you?” Wrolen nudged the legendary blade, the Mandatum, from his face, allowing him to freely glare at his progenitor.

”Must we?” This did not go over well with Fenn, who grew visibly more enraged by his son’s attitude.

”The cruelest joke in the universe, that’s what you are to me!” He swept the blade before Wrolen’s face, earning not even a millimeter of reactionary flinch. ”Oh but to have a son with true Saiyan pride! Instead, what do I get? A scheming snake who couldn’t even be bothered to kill me as tradition dictates.” He threw his blade to the ground and got right in Wrolen’s face. ”Instead of a noble death at the hand of my warrior son, I was gifted a dagger across the throat in my sleep BY HIS WOMAN!” Fenn backhanded Wrolen. Breathing heavily for a moment before turning away from his son.”You have no place among us, that monstrous power you wield is wasted on you, boy.” Wrolen watched him go, then his eyes fell on the blade as his father retrieved it.

”If you’re in the business of giving away unwanted opinions, you wouldn’t mind leaving the staff as well would you, since were speaking of things being wasted on the unworthy.” That stopped Fenn in his tracks. He looked over his armored shoulder at his son, seeing not the sly young man that had him murdered in his sleep, but a hardened adult made so through years of bloodied hands. It was his son’s eyes however, that showed what his expression couldn’t. Eyes that held a raw ferocity, a pure determination to be what he was born to be… a conqueror. Fenn sighed.

”You demand the world after burning it to glass… you fool.” He shook his head and extended his arm, holding the great bladed weapon between them. ”Every member of the Tong to die has found their way to my doorstep, and each of them has challenged me for this blade, believing themselves worthy of what it represents.” He swept his free arm across the growing sea of faces, some of which Wrolen recognized. ”At this moment, I would rather see it in any of their hands before yours… because they did what you couldn’t.” He slammed the spear into the ground, causing a vibration in the blade that produced an almost gonglike noise. All the Saiyans in attendance, including Russell and Kale, pounded their chests twice.

”YOUR WILL, OUR LIVES!” The chorus was deafening but impressive. The chant was an antiquity, useful when the Tong were mere thugs and extortionists. Wrolen had done away with it early on in his era, preferring to move away from the ‘legion of armored brutes’ idea in favor of a more finesse dictated system. Nonetheless, the effect of the gathered forces was undeniable; such was the power his father had created.

”You see?’ Fenn raised his arms. ”These people had the will to face me for what they wanted. You did not.” He lowered his arms and resumed his glare. ”The power you seek… command of those gathered here? My badge of office? My blessing? All lost to you for your actions, your disgrace.”

Huffing and crossing his arms, Wrolen was growing impatient with the lecture. ”Then face me now, I have no problem putting you down here and now if that’s what you crave of me.” Wrolen let his energy swell, emitting waves of pressure on everything within a mile radius. Fenn stood unphased and sighed again.

”As much as I hate to admit it, I could not best you as you are now. To be honest I’m amazed at how much power you have… and yet refuse to fully utilize.” Fenn looked back and scanned his gathered forces, projecting his voice over them when he chose to speak. ”MY SON WISHES TO LEAD YOU, WOULD YOU HAVE HIM?” A chorus of booing erupted from the masses. ”I HEAR YOU, BROTHERS AND SISTERS… BUT WHAT IS AN OLD SAIYAN TO DO? THE LEGENDARY SUPER SAIYAN DEMANDS THE RIGHT TO RULE!” More booing, the intensity of which was increasing. Fenn looked down to Kale who was standing relatively close, observing everything calmly. ”And what of you, Kale? What would you have me do?”

The younger Saiyan seemed surprised to be asked his opinion, but he quickly gathered himself and pondered the query. ”If he were worthy… then his ascension wouldn’t have to be the deciding factor, right?” Fenn, intrigued, urged Kale to continue. ”I mean… the Cell Games[Presented by Hetap] will be starting again soon, won't they? If he can get to that maniac, Nappa without transforming… I think I would be able to respect him enough to welcome him as a brother.” Kale’s hypothesis began to spread outward among the legion of Saiyans, receiving various levels of approval from all those gathered. Fenn seemed to like the idea, an excited smirk growing on his bearded face.

”A glorious idea indeed.” He pointed commandingly at Wrolen. ”Viscount Wrolen, I charge you to climb the mountain of bodies leading to Nappa the Wreckager without the aid of your legendary gift. Succeed and be welcomed amongst our number, redeemed and as a brother… and a son.” He turned to his people and held his weapon aloft, displaying the greatest prize of all. ”AND SHOULD HE DEFEAT NAPPA, TRANSFORMED OR NOT, WE SHALL RECOGNIZE HIM AS THE RIGHTFUL LEADER OF OUR NUMBER.” Fenn took a deep breath. ”TO VICTORY! TO DOMINION! TO THE TONG!”

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Wrolen cursed his father for this insane arrangement, the slight advantage of his lesser transformation would be enough to obliterate this chubby mime, but then the entire reason he was participating in this tournament in the first place would be forfeit. The energy consuming robot was waiting patiently for its prey, content to track him until he was forced to land.

The Saiyan wracked his brain for some way to overcome the creature without relying on raw power, but his resources were almost nil. All he had was some armor plating, a useless med-kit, and that trinket the boy had given him. Wrolen’s eyes widened as he recalled the pendant, letting his fingers drag across its gnarled surface. The caustic power seeped into his being, tearing into his mind and threatening to consume his persona completely, leaving him an empty shell. Could this bauble perhaps be the key? Wrolen removed the leather thong from his belt and wrapped it about his palm, carefully keeping the medallion itself physically separate from his skin.

Taking a deep breath, the Saiyan descended back down to the ring, meeting the android’s gaze as he dropped the last few yards. Said android taunted him, bringing its hands before its face, opening and closing them to show the red jewel that would be Wrolen’s undoing. The Saiyan grunted and mustered whatever strength he had left, knowing he’d need every ounce to pull off what came next.

Without warning, the android was upon him, sweeping at his legs. It was a simple matter for Wrolen to hop just high enough to evade the kick, but the trap had been sprung. Now without a foothold to maneuver with, he was totally exposed. 19 sprang out with both hands grasping for Wrolen, one found it’s mark. The two had their fingers interlocked on one hand, and Wrolen had managed to catch the other by the wrist. The partial victory was enough for the android to giggle infuriatingly again as it began to absorb energy through its palm.

The input was expected at first but quickly changed into something else, something… different. The android recognized that it was drawing unfamiliar energy from Wrolen, but pressed on anyway, obeying its primary objective to drain the Saiyan dry at all costs. As he continued to consume what Wrolen had to offer, 19’s logic gates began to fail, leading to fluctuations in his primary support systems as backup drivers struggled to keep up his functionality. One after another, essential circuits were failing, leading to an increasingly severe twitch in 19’s face. Wrolen grinned as the android released its grip and fell to its knees in horrific convulsions, looking more like a creature in need of an exorcism rather than a failing computer. Wrolen stood over him and drew his fist back, ready to implode the chubby cyborg at last.

It was over, however, as 19 was corrupted far beyond functionality and likely wouldn’t function properly again unless destroyed and allowed to be reborn in Hell. This thought flashed across Wrolen’s mind… and he lowered his arm. ”On second thought… I could use a new punching bag.”

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He had done it, and now the stage was set. With his numerous victories in the great black arena, he had cemented himself at least a portion of his goals… now for the real challenge. The real prize. All that stood between Wrolen and his long-awaited victory was… A Saiyan crashed down into the arena to thunderous applause, his head gleaming and his goatee immaculate. ”Tadaaaa!”

”…Nappa.”

”Guywhoseasstrongasasaibamansayswhat.”

”…Wha-“

”Ah haaaa… classic.”

FIN

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