21 sat at a (perfectly crafted) small table, legs crossed, a porcelain teacup resting delicately in one hand. With the other, she plucked up tiny confections from a silver dish - chocolate spheres, hard candies (yes, she is chomping down on mini jawbreakers), bite-sized pastries, savouring each delicacy as if the world around her wasn't on the verge of being torn apart.
Far off in the distance, the group huddled together, their voices urgent. She chuckled at their words of sorrow and defeat but decided that she shouldn't bother listening.
They could talk. They could plot. They could scream and shout and throw ideas around like desperate little children. None of it would matter.
In her opinion, the conclusion was simple: they couldn't beat her. not now, and she'd make sure not ever.
The thought almost bored her. In fact, that was the only reason she hadn't already turned them all into candy and ended the game, because then it would be over. No more chase. No more anticipation. They were the only ones who could ever give her a challenge.
Her tail swayed lazily as she set the teacup down, savouring one last sip before glancing at an unseen clock in her head. The minute was nearly gone.
They weren't strong enough. And even if they were… the Kaioken was a very useful tool, one that became much greater in my hands. She thought idly. She never even needed to go beyond the base kaioken to beat them. let alone x2 or x3.
She rose without hurry, extending her palm behind her. A sharp flick of ki later, the table, chair, and cup erupted in a perfectly controlled explosion, the shrapnel vaporised before it even touched the ground.
She stretched her arms above her head, her expression casual.
"Alright…" she murmured, a smile curling at her lips. "...let's see how long you last."
And with that, she blurred from sight, the dust struggling to catch up seconds later.
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The group stood in a tight circle, voices low but heated. A discussion about the cell knock off with the Buu DLC slapped in.
"There's no way I'd-" Vegeta's voice was cut short by the sharp crack of impact as a light kick sent him rocketing upward, the force so clean and precise that he shot straight through the atmosphere like a bullet.
She appeared where he had been standing a heartbeat earlier, tail swaying behind her. "Time's up," she said sweetly, eyes glinting. "The princess needs his bedtime now. I keep promises after all."
Before anyone could respond, she tilted her head, almost as if savouring the moment, then vanished in a ripple of air, her trail of ki arcing high into the sky after Vegeta.
The ground seemed quieter without her presence, though only for a second.
Gohan let out the breath he didn't realise he'd been holding. "She's… playing with us," he said quietly, almost like admitting it made it worse.
Goku's eyes stayed fixed upward, tracking the faint trace of her energy. His voice was calm, but that calm had a steel core. "Yeah… but that means we've got one shot while she's distracted holding back."
Piccolo's gaze flicked between them.
Goku finally looked at him. "Alright, Piccolo. We've got the plan. You can count on us not to mess it up."
Piccolo didn't so much as blink. He gave a single, firm nod. "Make sure it counts."
The air around him warped as his aura flared, emerald light surging outward in a violent ripple. In the next instant, he launched himself skyward, cutting through the clouds in a sharp, unwavering line toward the fight above. (Man, he's so cool.) (neeeeerd!) (D:)
Goku and Gohan, however... stayed rooted in place. They weren't following. Not because Vegeta didn't need the help - because lord knows how many broken bones and shattered egos he'll have at the end of this - but because... they had a plan. that has a 99.99999% working.
What's that 0.00001% remaining chance, you ask? Well, if Gohan has or hasn't learned to DODGE
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High above the forest, Vegeta's boots ground to a halt in midair, the sheer force of his stop cracking the air around him. He spun in time to see her materialise just a few feet away, floating effortlessly, tail curling like a cat that had already cornered the mouse.
"Well, Vegeta, was the ride rough?" she purred, voice dripping with mock sympathy. "You've certainly… travelled far. Would you mind rating the trip? Perhaps if you were better, you would've arrived at your first win."
"Tch! Don't you dare underestimate me!" he snarled, aura roaring to life in a violent golden blaze. His power spiked sharply, the sky darkening for an instant as his energy pushed outward. "I'm not some weakling you can-guh!"
She moved before he could finish, a pink blur flickering across his vision. The next thing he knew, a sharp jab landed squarely in his gut. Not a devastating blow, but enough to knock a little wind out.
"Sorry, were you saying something?" she asked sweetly, "I promise to strike before you can speak."
Vegeta grit his teeth and swung, a flurry of precise, vicious blows, each one carrying enough force to level a mountain. She dodged without breaking a sweat, weaving through his offence like a touhou player who had memorised his every attack pattern.
"Predictable." weave "Predictable." weave "Oh! That one was slightly less predictable," she continued to mock as she tilted backwards to let his fist pass harmlessly by her cheek, "but still not a passing grade~ how disappointing."
With a flick of her wrist, she smacked the side of his head, sending him spinning end-over-end through the air. Before he could recover, she appeared above him, heel slamming into his chest and driving him down several hundred meters. The air boomed from the impact, shockwaves rippling through the clouds.
He caught himself mid-fall, teeth bared, hair bristling with rage. "You think this is a game?!"
"Obviously," she said, spoken like the truth. "Anything's just a game when the prince of L's is involved."
His aura flared hotter, golden flames whipping violently around him, but her smirk didn't fade. If anything, it sharpened. "Ooooo~ it seems the little pwincess is angy. Awe… does someone need their nap time?"
He let out an enraged scream before actually expressing his words through the English lexicon. "HOW DARE YOU MOCK ME!!" he roared, the sound shaking the air.
His aura flared hotter, crackling violently, the gold deepening as rage flooded his veins. his ki spiked in a sudden burst, and with a flash, he launched himself at her, cutting through the sky like a blazing spear.
Far ahead, 21 didn't move to dodge. She simply hovered there, arms spread wide as if welcoming him, daring him to strike her. The smirk on her lips made it clear she wasn't bracing for impact; she was inviting it, mocking him without a word.
The gap between them vanished in a blink, Vegeta's fist screaming toward her face with enough force to rattle the mountains below. For a split second, it looked like the hit landed, his knuckles lined up perfectly with her smirking face.
But reality was cruel to the arrogant. (aka vegita and vegita alone.)
His punch was frozen in place, trembling, stopped dead just millimetres from her skin. A faint pink glow shimmered between them, the air humming with energy now revealed. The ki barrier, thin as paper, rippled with hexagonal patterns, covering the entire front half of her body.
Her eyes slid from his clenched fist up to his furious face. "Aw, so close. Is something wrong? Are you enraged? Angered? Don't be. A weakling has no use for rage."
The barrier contracted in a flash, then detonated outward like a controlled explosion. The blast smashed into Vegeta point-blank, hurling him backwards through the air. His fist, once ready for violence, now well done in hue as slight burns covered his knuckles.
Far above, 21 tilted her head slightly, as though evaluating a mildly interesting lab experiment. "Maybe I won't have to do anything, you'd just defeat yourself,"
Vegeta's boots ground against the air as he killed his backwards momentum, teeth clenched, eyes burning. In his uninjured hand, a ball of searing gold began to form, sparks snapping and spitting like an unstable star.
"Let's see you block THIS!" he snarled, the sphere swelling until it roared with power.
21 didn't flinch, didn't react. She floated there, head slightly tilted, watching him like someone indulging a child trying to lift a weight twice their size.
He thrust his palm forward, the blast screaming toward her with enough force to detonate the planet if it landed.
The light washed over her, swallowing her silhouette
Only for the glare to fade and reveal her still floating in place, the attack caught in her outstretched hand. Fingers curled lazily around the churning sphere, its destructive force compressing like a balloon being squeezed.
"Mm. How Warm," she said flatly. And then she squeezed harder. The orb imploded with a sound like shattering glass, the resulting shockwave snapping the clouds into ribbons. The backlash slammed into Vegeta, spinning him head over heels once again.
She sighed, shaking her head. "If this is all you've got, bedtime's coming sooner than I thoug-" She was about to finish her taunt when a sudden crackle split the air. Her head snapped to the side just in time to catch a gleaming, focused beam hurtling straight for her.
Piccolo hovered there, arms extended, energy coiling around his fingers like a living whip. "Special Beam Cannon!" he bellowed, the ki spike piercing the clouds with deadly precision.
21's eyes widened. With a twist of her body, she let the beam graze only half her face, the rest barely missing her. Sparks danced along her skin where the energy seared past, smoke curling upward. Her smirk faltered for a moment, just enough to let Vegeta catch it. Then, brushing off the heat, she tilted her head. "Well, if it isn't the resident Namekian. How… delightful of you to finally get involved." Her tone was sugary, but her words cut sharper than any blade. "Congratulations, you've managed to do more damage than Vegeta has all fight." She flicked her head back, eyes glinting. "Goes to show just how useless he really is."
She hovered there, lazily waiting, as if daring the next move. Vegeta gritted his teeth, chest heaving, while Piccolo's eyes narrowed, watching at the calm before the storm.
"Now," she said softly, almost lazily, "who wants to try next?" Her smirk widened. Vegeta didn't answer. His fists clenched, aura flickering as he fought to steady himself, searching for an opening that wasn't there. The battlefield felt smaller, the air heavier, as if it were bending around her. She waited, patient, letting him stew in his frustration.
Her patience lasted barely ten seconds. "I see," she said, voice dripping with mock sympathy, "how sad. Already giving up. How very sad." She let the words hang in the air, each one a needle in Vegeta's pride.
Vegeta's aura flared again, a faint golden shimmer pulsing with rage, but it wasn't enough. He gritted his teeth, trying to force himself forward, searching for a way past the invisible wall that held him in place.
She tilted her head, tail flicking idly. "Honestly… I expected more." She let out a soft, almost musical sigh. "You'd think the prince of coping would atleast try to keep his delusions intact. But alas, it is a disappointment"
Then, in the blink of an eye, she was on him. Her hands shot out, gripping his thick, unruly hair. Vegeta's eyes widened, shock and fury colliding as she spun him around effortlessly. "Mmm… thick. Very thick," she commented, almost absentmindedly, her smirk widening as she felt the strength in his scalp. "But quite the easy target."
With a sharp flick, she sent him hurtling across the landscape. Mountains crumbled in the distance as he rocketed away, tumbling through the air for hundreds of kilometres.
She straightened, brushing imaginary dust from her shoulders, then turned her gaze to Piccolo. Her brow arched in curiosity. "And you… just standing there? Waiting for what exactly?"
Piccolo's eyes narrowed, voice low but steady, a quick glance to the earth far below going unnoticed. "I'm not just standing… I'm waiting for the right moment."
She tilted her head, her smirk softening into a playful grin. "Oh? How quaint. Waiting for the 'perfect' moment… I do like a little patience in a fight." She let the words hang in the air as she waited. sensing Vegita's involuntary flight, waiting.
Then, just as he was about to smash into a jagged plateau, she vanished. In an instant, she reappeared directly in front of him, perfectly timed, her leg arcing in a flawless spinning kick. The impact caught him squarely, and his body slammed into the barren wasteland with a deafening roar, sending dust and debris flying
She hovered a few metres above the cracked earth, arms crossed, tail swaying lazily. "Sometimes patience really does pay off," she murmured, sensing Piccolo's ki stretching across the planet toward her. Her eyes flicked back to the dazed prince. "I wonder… how much damage a Super Saiyan can take."
Before he could react, she vanished again, reappearing beside Vegeta in a blur of motion. "One~," she sang softly, slamming her foot down into his hand with surgical precision. Bones crunched beneath the impact, and he screamed, the sound echoing across the wasteland. She smiled, delighted, a sadistic grin spreading across her face. "Two~."
CRRRRCK
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!"
"Hey! Let's pay tribute to Android 18, shall we? Threeeee~" she sang, her fist smashing into his left arm with brutal force, shattering it completely. "AAAGH!!"
Strike after strike followed, each hit more precise and punishing than the last, until Vegeta lay twisted and broken on the cracked earth, barely able to lift a hand.
It was only after the ninth attack that Piccolo finally arrived, ki blazing as he charged. "Enough!" he shouted, launching himself at her.
She yawned lazily, her body barely shifting as Piccolo lunged at her with a flurry of precise, furious strikes. Each punch, each kick, was met with near-effortless evasion. "Cute," she murmured, voice soft, almost bored. "I like you, really… but you're far too weak for me. so how about you just... sit down."
Piccolo's eyes narrowed, ki flaring as he tried to anticipate her movements, but every attack he threw was met with uncanny timing and fluid counterattacks. She weaved around his energy blasts, letting some graze her as though testing him, only to respond with blows that sent him skidding across the barren wasteland, staggering but unwilling to yield.
Her counters were precise and devastating, each strike landing in rapid succession, a spinning elbow here, a knee to the ribs there, a sweeping kick paired with a Ki blast punch that sent him crashing to the ground. Piccolo scrambled to regain his footing, launching a volley of ki at her, but she danced through it, leaving the blasts to explode harmlessly behind her, laughing softly at the display. "Perhaps a hellzone grenade would've hit! Hah," she teased
Finally, in one blur of motion, she closed the distance. Piccolo's eyes widened just as her fist collided with him midair, spinning him like a rag doll. He slammed down directly onto Vegeta's mangled body, both warriors groaning in pain as the ground cracked beneath them.
She hovered over them, arms crossed, hair drifting in the faint breeze, eyes cold yet filled with amusement.
Then, with a casual flick of her hands, she seized both Vegeta and Piccolo, lifting them effortlessly. Their screams were lost in the wind as she launched them far above the clouds, bodies spinning violently as the stormy air tore around them. She landed lightly on the cracked earth below, barely making a dent, and smirked, arms crossing as she watched them struggle midair.
A single hand rose slowly, fingers curling as ki began to coalesce, crackling with raw, unnatural power. "I've had fun," she murmured, "but I think it's about time for them to go."
A small sphere of pure darkness formed above her palm, utterly void of light, save for a faint pink outline that shimmered like a fragile scar. It was blacker than the night sky, seemingly swallowing all light around it, a concentrated void, compact and dense, like a miniature black hole. She tilted her wrist, letting it spin, and with each rotation the sphere grew slightly, the thin pink outline warping and stretching as though the energy within was straining against its own containment.
The ripples extended outward, distorting the air, bending the faint light around it. She lifted the sphere behind her, and the space itself seemed to ripple, warping subtly in the void's presence. With a graceful flick, she launched the ball skyward, shouting as she released it:
"Cataclysmic Rupture!"
The sphere ascended slowly, almost lazily, but its presence was anything but gentle. As it moved through the sky, the air itself seemed to twist and tear around it. Clouds buckled and fragmented, light bending unnaturally, creating fractured patterns in the atmosphere. The sheer weight of its energy distorted space, leaving ripples that spread out in every direction, like a stone tossed into a pond made of reality itself.
Even at a deliberate, almost casual pace, its impact was undeniable. Birds scattered in every direction, and distant mountain ranges began to crack at its mere presence. The thin pink outline flickered and pulsed with each rotation, warping like liquid light as it devoured the surrounding air. growing the darkness.
The Cataclysmic Rupture rose higher and higher, the black void at its core expanding as the pink outline twisted and stretched unnaturally. Below, 21's eyes followed it with mild interest, her posture relaxed as she watched the ripples of warped air stretch toward the horizon. Far above, Vegeta and Piccolo tumbled helplessly, battered and bruised, their eyes widening at the sheer scale of the approaching sphere.
Just as the darkness threatened to swallow the clouds themselves, a golden flash split the sky. Electric sparks crackled violently around a figure hurtling downward at impossible speed. Orange and blue gi blurred against the sky, golden hair whipping around like lightning caught in a storm. The energy radiating off them was immense, merging raw power and sheer presence into one. (heh.)
In an instant, the figure reached out with a single hand. Blue ki flared explosively, colliding with the Cataclysmic Rupture. The black sphere shuddered, struggling against the sudden onslaught. Pink light splintered as the force pressed back against it, yet it didn't dissipate immediately.
With a roar, the being pushed, his ki screaming in all directions as he forced the sphere off course, sending it careening harmlessly into the upper atmosphere. The air quaked around them, turbulent from the collision of energies. Clouds ripped apart in the aftermath, but the Cataclysmic Rupture's core still glowed faintly, hinting it wasn't entirely defeated.
21 blinked, caught off guard for the first time in the fight. Her smirk returned almost immediately, eyes narrowing as she tilted her head, curiosity sparking in her gaze. "Ah… so this is the one interfering," she murmured softly, voice calm but laced with amusement. "I suppose they were just stalling… I'd forgotten about that method. Heh." Her attention sharpened on the golden figure hovering between her and her battered opponents. "You'll be so much more fun than the rest."
Without warning, she vanished, teleporting closer with predatory grace, her presence suddenly pressing in. "Let's have a little pre-game chat," she said, voice low and teasing, as if the fight itself was a casual amusement. "What do you call yourself?" she asked.
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Far above, the battered battlefield left in her wake, Vegeta groaned weakly, barely conscious, pain and exhaustion etched on his face. Piccolo grabbed him firmly, guiding the fallen prince to a safer distance. With one hand, he handed over the last senzu bean, urgency flashing across his features as they regrouped, knowing full well the real storm was about to hit.
A/N, who was expecting this hmmm? anyway i hope you enjoyed this chapter, and i hope that you will enjoy where i'll be taking this little fight.
comment anything you want as i enjoy them alot, especially the funny ones. (also comment if i repeat shit like an idiot.)
anyway
See ya!