He moved through the clones like a living blender, each movement destroying his own body, each injury healing instantly, each attack pulverizing a clone into nothingness.
The real Vegeta watched from outside the melee, horror growing in his chest. This wasn't a battle. This was a monster that couldn't be stopped, couldn't be hurt, couldn't be killed by any conventional means.
Within thirty seconds, all fifty clones were destroyed.
Satou stood in the center of the carnage, his body covered in his own blood, his clothes hanging in tatters, his skin unmarked despite having been torn apart dozens of times.
He turned his crimson eyes toward the real Vegeta.
"Oh shit," Vegeta whispered.
BOOM!
Satou appeared directly in front of him. Vegeta hadn't even seen him move. One moment he was twenty feet away, the next he was within arm's reach.
Satou's hand shot forward, grabbing Vegeta by the face. His fingers wrapped around the hero's skull, his grip like an iron vice.
