Hey, hey, a thousand apologies—over eight months without a chapter. I lost all inspiration for this story, but well, here we are again…
Now that Daima has ended, I have a few small things to add. I was really surprised that several ideas I had written down for this fanfic actually appeared in Daima. You'll discover them soon.
And now… let's begin…
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"I've had enough of you!" Bardock smashed his fist into Yuzun's face, sending him crashing into a pile of rocks. The bastard was relentless, and Bardock was tired of fighting this freak.
Yuzun staggered to his feet, panting heavily, his body covered in brutal wounds from the savage beating Bardock had delivered. "I'm not done yet!" he roared, opening his mouth wide.
Bardock watched curiously, wondering what the fool was about to do—until suddenly, a blinding beam of light erupted from Yuzun's mouth, striking the Saiyan warrior head-on.
A thick cloud of dust exploded into the air. Yuzun smirked, confident that he had finally won the battle.
But that smug grin vanished the moment he saw a glowing sphere of energy illuminating Bardock's hand through the smoke. "D-damn it…"
"Go to hell!" Bardock hurled the attack—his Final Spirit Cannon, the same technique he had used against Frieza before the tyrant unleashed his Supernova.
Yuzun could only watch helplessly as the energy sphere closed in—until it consumed him completely, erasing him from existence.
"He did it!" Krillin grinned as he witnessed Bardock's victory. But in that instant, a fist slammed into his cheek. "Ow!"
"Don't lose focus in our fight, shorty!" Yunba sneered, the one who had just struck him. Krillin scowled, irritation flashing in his eyes.
"Ugh, I'm ending this right now!" Krillin was fired up. Until now, he had been holding back.
"I'd like to see you try," Yunba taunted.
Krillin raised his hand, forming a sphere of ki that condensed into a razor-sharp disc of energy. "Kienzan!" he shouted.
The monk launched the Destructo Disc straight at Yunba, who confidently leaped out of the way. But he hadn't expected the disc to follow him.
"I won't fall for that old trick!" Yunba flew in a wide arc, the disc hot on his heels. Then, in a last-second maneuver, he swooped down right in front of Krillin—setting a trap.
At the last possible moment, Yunba soared over Krillin, causing the energy disc to veer straight toward its creator instead.
Yunba hovered in the air, waiting for Krillin to be sliced apart by his own attack—and for a moment, it seemed like that was exactly what happened.
"Huh?" Yunba blinked in confusion as Krillin's image flickered like a hologram. By the time he realized the truth, it was already too late.
The real Krillin was behind him!
"HAA!" Krillin unleashed a point-blank energy blast, powerful enough to leave Yunba on the brink of death, though not quite obliterating him.
Yamcha watched from the sidelines, impressed by his friend's clever finish. Meanwhile, the three female prisoners were still harassing him.
"Alright, let's make this a little fairer," Yamcha smirked, clasping his hands together—and suddenly, two identical copies of himself appeared beside him.
"W-what?!" one of the women gasped.
"The Shishin no Ken—the Multi-Form Technique. And now…" all three Yamchas said in unison, forming a perfect sphere of ki between their hands, "Sokidan!"
They launched the orb, then began manipulating its trajectory with precise finger movements, sending it zigzagging unpredictably.
The women stood frozen, too stunned to react—until the Sokidan struck them head-on, annihilating them completely.
Yamcha dusted off his hands, then flashed Krillin a thumbs-up and a cocky wink.
THUD!
A metallic fist slammed into Chiaotzu, sending him reeling from the pain. Tenshinhan saw it—and his blood boiled.
"Pick on someone your own size, you worthless bastard!" Tien roared, clenching his fists. "Kaio-Ken!" A crimson aura erupted around him.
Just as Tien prepared to strike, the metal man suddenly collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
"What the hell?" Tien was utterly baffled—until he sensed Shimorekka sneaking up behind him.
"Tien, look out!" Chiaotzu cried, using his telekinesis to halt the attacker. Tien spun around, still in his Kaio-Ken state.
With a single devastating punch to the gut, Tien knocked Shimorekka out cold.
Meanwhile, Saganbo was somehow overpowering Raditz—even in his Super Saiyan form. The galactic criminal was tanking hits like a war machine.
"Alright, but let's see how you handle this!" Raditz snarled. "Super Ikari!" His power surged, and he drove a brutal knee into Saganbo's jaw. "Yeah, I didn't think so!"
Raditz unleashed a relentless barrage of attacks, moving so fast Saganbo couldn't even track him.
"Saturday Crush!" Raditz hurled his signature technique, blasting Saganbo across the battlefield. He knew it wouldn't kill him—but it would leave him battered.
Elsewhere, Piccolo was growing increasingly frustrated. No matter what he did, 73 wouldn't go down. It was like the android had infinite stamina—no, worse. It was mocking him.
"...You miserable…" Piccolo growled through gritted teeth.
Then, in a flash, 73 appeared behind him—and touched the base of his neck.
"W-what?!" Piccolo spun around, but 73 had already retreated several meters. Then, to Piccolo's horror, the android raised two fingers to its forehead.
"T-that's my… Special Beam Cannon?!" Piccolo stammered in disbelief.
73 smirked—and fired the Special Beam Cannon.
Piccolo dodged it effortlessly, but 73 was already charging another one.
It had stolen his techniques just by touching him.
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"A mere Galactic Patrolman? Ha! Don't make me laugh. A lowly grunt like you shouldn't even be able to scratch me!" Moro wiped the blood from his lips, sneering.
"You're underestimating my comrades, Moro," Merus spun his metallic staff. "I don't have much time left… but I'll do everything in my power."
Moro raised his hand—and a torrent of lava erupted beneath Merus. The planet-eater grinned, certain of his victory—until Merus emerged unharmed.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
Moro took a punch to the face, then another to the gut, then a third to the ribs. "I've had enough of you!" he roared, unleashing his aura in a shockwave.
"Jaco… any sign of Gohan yet?" Merus quietly contacted his fellow Patrolman, who was stationed at headquarters.
"Still nothing," Jaco replied.
Merus sighed. Gohan—the one who had saved Earth time and time again—was the only one who could stop Moro. But he was nowhere to be found.
"Then I have no choice…" Merus closed his eyes—and in an instant, his Patrolman uniform transformed into angelic robes. His staff morphed into a divine scepter, just like Whis'.
He had assumed his true form—the form of an angel.
"Changing clothes won't save you!" Moro lunged—but suddenly, Merus' body moved on its own, effortlessly evading every strike.
"W-what?! Why can't I hit you?!" Moro snarled.
"Ultra Instinct," Merus said calmly—before driving his fist into Moro's face, slamming him into the ground. As the wizard tried to rise, Merus stomped on his head.
The difference in power was absurd—but it wouldn't last. Merus' body was already beginning to fade.
"Seems you don't have much time left," Moro grinned, pushing himself up. Merus clenched his fists, powerless, and charged—
But before he could land the final blow…
He vanished.
Like a fleeting memory.
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"You have committed grave sins, Merus."
When Merus opened his eyes, he heard a voice he knew all too well.
Standing before him was his father—the Grand Priest, Daishinkan.