The battlefield trembled under the pressure of Vegeta's monstrous Oozaru form. The Saiyan prince towered over everyone, his red eyes glowing with primal rage. Each stomp cracked the earth, and each breath he exhaled carried the heat of destruction.
Piccolo, Krillin, and Yamcha had regrouped at a safe distance, while Rudra remained further back, recovering his strength. Goku, though barely standing with Rudra's help, focused on drawing energy for the Spirit Bomb. Every second mattered.
"Now's the chance," Krillin whispered, sweat dripping down his forehead. "If we don't keep him distracted, Goku won't make it."
Piccolo's eyes narrowed. He raised two fingers to his forehead, charging his most lethal technique—the Special Beam Cannon. But to give him time, Krillin and Yamcha prepared their own diversion.
"Solar Flare!" Krillin shouted, thrusting his hands forward. A blinding light burst outward, threatening to rob Vegeta of his sight.
But the Saiyan prince was no fool. His battle-hardened instincts warned him at the last second. Snarling, Vegeta slammed his eyes shut, shielding himself from the flash.
"You think cheap tricks will work on me?!" Vegeta roared.
Still, the momentary pause gave Yamcha and Krillin the opening they needed.
"Go for the tail!" Yamcha shouted, leaping high with a desperate war cry. Krillin followed, both of them aiming directly at Vegeta's long, thrashing tail. Their fists and ki blasts pounded against it, trying to exploit the legendary weakness of the Oozaru form.
Vegeta howled in fury, his massive body twisting. His tail whipped around like a monstrous whip, knocking boulders aside and tearing into the ground.
"Get away from me, insects!" Vegeta bellowed. His maw opened, releasing a devastating energy beam that scattered in every direction like wild lightning. The explosive blast tore apart the battlefield, forcing Krillin and Yamcha to leap back, narrowly avoiding death.
Dust and smoke filled the air, but Piccolo did not falter. His fingers glowed brighter, the Special Beam Cannon fully charged. His eyes gleamed with focus.
"This is it…!" Piccolo muttered, and then released the attack.
A spiraling beam of condensed energy shot forward with deadly precision. Vegeta had no time to react. The beam struck him squarely in the back, ripping through his armored hide.
"RAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Vegeta screamed in agony, his colossal body shaking violently. The blast tore straight through, piercing from one side to the other. The ground shook as his gigantic ape body lost balance. He staggered, swaying, before collapsing onto the battlefield with a thunderous crash.
"Nice shot, Piccolo!" Krillin shouted, relief flashing across his face.
But the battle was far from over. Even grounded and wounded, Vegeta's rage burned hotter than ever.
Krillin didn't hesitate—he unleashed a flurry of Destructo Discs and rapid ki blasts, targeting the seared wound in Vegeta's back. Each strike tore deeper into the injury, forcing more pained roars from the Saiyan prince.
"Stay down, you monster!" Krillin cried.
Yamcha joined in, his Wolf Fang Fist glowing with blue energy. He launched himself at Vegeta's massive arm, striking repeatedly to throw off the Oozaru's attempts to rise. His attacks hammered Vegeta's joints and muscles, making it harder for him to push himself upright.
Vegeta snarled, his voice shaking the air like thunder. "How… dare… you!" His massive fingers dug into the earth as he strained to push himself back up. His tail thrashed violently, kicking up storms of dust and debris.
"Don't let him get up!" Yamcha shouted desperately. "If he stands again, we're finished!"
Krillin nodded, redoubling his attacks. He and Yamcha circled the beast, striking whenever Vegeta tried to push upward.
Piccolo hovered above, already charging another Special Beam Cannon. His expression was grim, sweat pouring down his forehead. "One more clean shot… and I'll end this."
But Vegeta's fury surged like a storm. His massive form shuddered, power radiating outward. Slowly, painfully, he began to rise again. The ground cracked beneath his hands.
"Damn it!" Krillin muttered, pushing his body to the limit as he fired another volley.
Yamcha darted in, landing a crushing blow to Vegeta's snout. The Oozaru reeled, his balance slipping once more. With a frustrated howl, Vegeta crashed back to the ground, his roar echoing across the battlefield.
For the first time, the mighty Saiyan prince was being held down—not by gods, not by fate, but by the teamwork of Earth's warriors.
From the sidelines, Goku trembled but smiled faintly. Raising his hands to the sky, he whispered, "Just a little more… Please… everyone… give me your energy."
And Rudra, sitting in meditation, could sense the shift. The battlefield was buying the precious time Goku needed. Yet, deep within his heart, Rudra knew this was only the beginning—the storm of Saiyan wrath was far from over.