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I did have to stop a few times to remind her which one of us was stronger, but soon enough, we reached her home. I could already see the Viltrumite homeworld in the distance. A massive planet, it reminded me of Namik in size. Anissa hovered nearby, silent. There was nothing for her to say. She knew what was about to happen, and she knew she couldn't stop it.

I lifted a single finger, letting my ki gather at the tip, condensing into a small, dark sphere. It pulsed, flickering with an ominous glow, growing larger by the second. I'd seen Frieza do this before, and I figured, why not? It was fitting. A planet-destroying ball of death. The thought made me smirk.

Bigger. It needed to be bigger.

The ki swelled, expanding outward like a star, crackling with raw, untamed energy. Anissa floated a good distance away now, staring at it, at me. Whatever she had seen before, whatever strength I had shown when I slaughtered her attack team, that wasn't all of it. Not even close.

But then, just as the death ball reached a size that could eclipse their entire planet, I paused.

I blinked, and then, suddenly, I started laughing.

This was too easy. and so fucking boring.

Killing them all at once? Wiping them out in a single move? Where was the fun in that? Where was the satisfaction? No, no, no. That wasn't the Saiyan way. That was a coward's way out. I wasn't ever going to be like Freiza. 

I clenched my fist, stopping the energy from expanding further, then flicked my wrist. The massive ball of ki vanished as I drew the energy back inside me.

Anissa exhaled, and though she didn't say anything, I could tell she was rattled.

"Too boring," I muttered under my breath before turning toward the planet below.

I dove.

The atmosphere ripped past me as I descended. Below, the Viltrumites were already stirring. They'd seen me coming. Good. I wanted them awake. I wanted them ready.

I landed hard in the middle of one of their cities, the shockwave of my impact shattering buildings and sending debris flying in every direction. The streets cracked beneath my boots, and dust billowed into the air, choking out the sunlight for a brief moment.

Silence.

Then, movement. Hundreds of them, maybe thousands, emerging from their homes, from the air, from wherever the hell they had been. They were pissed.

A Viltrumite landed in front of me, some high-ranking warrior by the looks of him. His long white cape billowed as he crossed his arms, glaring at me with all the arrogance I expected from one of their kind.

"You're the one who slaughtered our people on Earth," he said, voice steady, calm. It seemed she had sent them a message somehow.

I rolled my shoulders, cracking my neck. "Yeah. And now I'm here to finish the job."

That did it.

They charged.

It was like a storm of bodies, dozens of them flying at me all at once, fists cocked back, ready to strike. The first one reached me, throwing a punch meant to take my head clean off. I barely had to move. I raised a single pinky, letting his fist slam into it. The sound of crunching bone followed immediately. He screamed, his arm bending the wrong way, and I sent him flying with a casual backhand, his body shattering against a distant tower.

The others didn't stop.

They swarmed, throwing everything they had at me. Punches, kicks, tackles- none of it landed. I weaved through them like they were moving in slow motion. One tried to grab me from behind. I flipped him over my shoulder and slammed him headfirst into the pavement. Another went for my gut. I caught his fist, twisted his arm, and ripped it clean off.

Blood painted the air.

One by one, they fell.

Some were smart enough to realize they weren't doing anything to me. They hesitated, pausing mid-air, doubt creeping into their expressions.

The others? They just got angrier.

A particularly large one roared as he came at me, both fists raised high. I let him swing. His fists slammed into my head, a direct hit. The ground cracked beneath us from the force of his strike.

I didn't move.

The moment his brain registered that he hadn't actually hurt me, I grabbed him by the throat and squeezed. His eyes bulged.

CRACK.

I tossed his corpse aside.

More and more of them were realizing the truth. I saw it in their eyes, the dawning horror as they finally understood. I wasn't a challenge. I wasn't an opponent. I mean, I was even going easy on them and not using my ki.

Bodies piled up. Some of them tried to run. I didn't chase them. They weren't worth my time. The ones who stayed, the ones who kept fighting? They got exactly what they asked for. I tore through them like paper, my fists carving through flesh, my kicks sending them soaring across the battlefield in broken heaps.

It wasn't even a warm-up.

I wasn't even trying.

Some of them tried to form a plan, attacking together in coordinated strikes. It didn't matter. I let them swing, let them think they had an opening. Then I struck back, hitting them so hard their ribs exploded outward from their backs. It must be weird for them, to now know what it felt like for those people they had invaded. now they understood what it was like to be so weak that nothing they could do would make a difference.

Some of them tried to lift me, slam me into the ground. I let them try. When they realized they couldn't even budge me, I snapped their necks in response. Not that I would admit it, but Im sure right now I had to be around 80 tons...

The city was a war zone now. Blood ran through the streets in thick. Distant explosions from ki blasts I barely put any effort into rang through the air.

I let the last of the Viltrumites fall before me, his breathing ragged, his eyes wide with disbelief. He tried to crawl away, using his shattered arms to drag himself across the bloodied ground.

"Still breathing?" I asked, tilting my head. "Good for you."

I lifted my foot and kicked him aside. He was still alive, I really needed to work on not killing everyone.....

The rest of the planet was watching now. Those who hadn't jumped into the fight, those who had stood by.

I turned to them.

"If you didn't attack me," I called out, my voice carrying through the ruined city, "you get to live."

I could feel their relief.

I exhaled slowly, rolling my shoulders.

"That was disappointing," I muttered.

I glanced up at the sky, I guess this was all they could do. I turned my gaze to Anissa.

The moment Thragg arrived, I turned to look at him. He wasn't like the others. The way he carried himself, his piercing gaze scanning the battlefield, He knew I was different. Stronger. More dangerous. And honestly he was the strongest on this planet besides me. Id say Piccolo would be a fair match against him as he stands, power wise.

His cape billowed in the wind, untouched by the blood and destruction around him. His expression was unreadable at first, but then he smiled, smug, confident. I had seen it before on others who thought they stood at the top, thought they were the pinnacle of strength.

I cracked my knuckles and took a step forward. "Tell you what," I said, my voice carrying through the ruined city. "Since you're all so weak and boring, I'll bring myself to your level. And when I kill you, your people, the ones still breathing, will go to Earth and follow a man named Mark. and your empire will be over. Unless, of course, you offer to stop now?"

His expression darkened at that. "You think you have the right to decide that?" he asked, his voice steady, controlled. Id take that as a no.

I grinned, flashing my teeth. "Yeah, I do."

His lip curled. "Once I defeat you, I will make you my breeder," he said simply, as if it were a statement of fact. "Your genes, your strength—they will be mine. You will give birth to my children, and I will make full use of you."

I just laughed.

And then, without another word. I reached into myself, finding the knots in my ki, pressing into them just as I had been taught by the Knocking Master. 

I felt the difference immediately. I was still strong, stronger than any other Viltrumite on this planet, but now?

Now this would be fun.

Thragg moved.

His fist was a blur, faster than any of his soldiers, faster than any of the Viltrumites I had fought before. He was on me in an instant, swinging with enough force to shatter mountains.

I ducked.

His fist grazed my cheek, I felt it. He wasn't playing around.

I drove my knee up into his ribs, twisting at the last second to drive my full weight into the strike. The impact sent a shockwave through the ground, the force of it splitting the city even further.

He caught my leg.

Before I could react, he swung me, hurling me into the air like a ragdoll. I flipped mid-flight, correcting myself just as he appeared above me, his fists already coming down.

BAAM!

I blocked with both arms, but the force rocketed me downward, slamming me hard into the cracked surface of Viltrum.

I let out a low whistle, shaking my arms as I got back to my feet. "Not bad."

Thragg didn't respond. He just descended, landing with a heavy thud, eyes locked onto me.

I grinned. "Come on, Thragg. You're supposed to be the strongest. Show me."

He didn't need another invitation. We clashed. Our fists met in the air, the impact sending shockwaves that rippled out. 

I let myself go loose, falling into the rhythm of Muay Thai, my body moving fluidly. Apachai's teachings flowed through me. elbows, knees, every strike meant to break, to cripple.

I lashed out with a spinning elbow, aiming for his temple.

He blocked.

I followed up with a knee to the gut.

He caught it.

His counter came like a meteor, a crushing right hook that sent me skidding backward, tearing through the rubble. I wiped the blood from my lip, grinning. He had more experience than me but it was still fun.

He rushed me.

I let him.

His fists aimed at my head, my ribs, my throat. I leaned, I rolled, I slipped past each strike by the thinnest margin.

Then I struck.

BOOM!

I drove my shin hard into his side, sending him flying through what was left of a collapsed building.

I dashed forward, catching him mid-air, my fingers wrapping around his throat. He slammed his arm against mine, bringing him closer to my face, His headbutt came fast, smashing against my skull with enough force that I ended up with a nose bleed.

I let go, flipping back as he recovered.

He wiped his mouth, smirking.

"You're enjoying this," he said.

I cracked my knuckles. "Damn right I am."

And then we were back at it.

The battle raged, neither of us letting up. I felt my muscles burn with excitement. We fought for hours, trading blows,, neither of us tiring, neither of us willing to stop.

I exhaled slowly, rolling my shoulders as I let the adrenaline settle. "Alright, this was fun for a while," I muttered, my voice carrying through the shattered remains of the Viltrumite city. "But I have better things to do."

Thragg was panting now, his muscular frame battered and bruised, though he still stood tall. His black mustache was streaked with blood, his once-pristine uniform torn in several places. And yet, even now, even after hours of fighting, there was no fear in his eyes.

I clenched my fists, letting my ki breathe through me, feeling it pulsing. The block I had put in place, the knocking I had used to suppress my true power, shattered in an instant as I let it all pour out.

The transformation hit like a tidal wave.

BOOM.

The planet trembled beneath my feet, cracks spiderwebbing outward as my ki exploded into the air, turning the dark Viltrumite sky into a swirling storm of emerald green. My hair spiked wildly, my body surging with raw, unfiltered power. 

Ikuri.

I rolled my neck, feeling my body settle into the transformation, comfortable fit. My muscles pulsed with strength, my eyes glowing with a light Yellow.

I could see it in the way his stance shifted ever so slightly. He was rigid, his breathing controlled, but his eyes widened, just barely. He felt it. 

"It's time to end this," I said, my voice calm.

I raised both hands, moving into the stance Vegeta had used so many times before. My palms pressed together, arms raised over my right shoulder, fingers glowing with condensed, swirling ki. My emerald aura crackled, surging violently as the attack built.

Thragg's fists clenched, his body tensing. 

I smirked. "GALICK GUN!"

Thragg let out a battle cry, a final, desperate attempt to fight back.

I thrust my hands forward.

The blast roared forth, a massive, concentrated wave of destruction that swallowed everything in its path. The beam was thick and wide, a blinding streak of pure, condensed death.

Thragg tried to resist. but he didn't know how to use ki so there wasn't anything he could do.

He charged forward, a warrior's last stand, but the instant my Galick Gun touched him, his body disintegrated. Not even dust remained.

The beam didn't stop; it carved through the planet, punching through the sky, ripping through space itself before vanishing into the void.

I exhaled, lowering my hands, my body relaxing from the transformation.

The dust settled. The battlefield was silent, save for the soft crackling of energy dissipating in the air. I stood there, arms crossed, as the remaining Viltrumites, all that were left of their so-called empire, stared at me with wide eyes.

I let the silence stretch, my gaze sweeping across the crowd. Thragg was gone. Their strongest warrior. Their king. The one they believed could never be defeated. My gaze landed on Anissa, who stood among them.

"Listen up," I said, my voice cutting through the silence. "Your empire? It's over. Done. Finished."

Some flinched. Others gritted their teeth. None spoke.

"You're not mine," I continued. "I don't give a damn what happens to you. I'm not your ruler, I don't want your loyalty, and I sure as hell don't want to deal with your pathetic excuse for a civilization. You're Mark's problem now."

I pointed off toward the sky. "If any of you even think about rebelling, about trying to rebuild your little empire—" I raised a single finger, ki sparking at the tip. "—I'll know. And I'll come back."

The air tensed. They believed me. Good.

I turned away, already walking, already done with them. "Anissa," I called without looking back. "You're taking them to Earth. You know what'll happen if you don't."

She was quiet for a long moment. Then, finally, she nodded.

"…Understood."

I shot into the air, the wind whipping past me as I climbed higher and higher into the sky. The planet shrank below, its surface marred by battle.

The emptiness of space stretched out before me. The cold, quiet. I hovered there for a moment, staring at the stars.

Then, with a flick of my punch, I tore a hole in reality. The portal shimmered, swirling with energy. Time to go home. I stepped through. The scent of freshly cut grass and warm earth hit me first. The hum of life, the subtle vibration of civilization, the distant murmur of voices, so different from the empty silence of space. The portal snapped shut behind me.

I rolled my shoulders, exhaling as my feet settled onto solid ground. My body was still buzzing with the remnants of battle. It had been fun.

But I was done.

For now.

I glanced around. The same familiar structures, the same stupidly advanced tech scattered around. Then the door to the main building slammed open. I turned, arms still crossed, as a familiar voice rang out.

"Your back already?!

Bulma.

"…Yeah, I'm back."

Bulma planted her hands on her hips, eyes narrowed like she was ready to chew me out. But I beat her to it.

"And before you say anything," I said, holding up a hand, "I know. I know. I still have to take you to the Toriko universe. But it hasn't been a year yet, like we agreed."

Her glare didn't waver.

"Yeah, well, I was gonna yell at you for that," she huffed, crossing her arms, "but honestly? That's the least of my problems right now."

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

She let out a long, tired sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose before shaking her head.

"Raditz and Vegeta," she muttered.

I snorted. "That doesn't sound new."

"It's not, but this time? It's been non-stop. They've been at each other's throats every single day since you left. It's getting ridiculous."

I rolled my eyes. "Sounds about right"

Her lips twitched, but she didn't deny it.

Raditz had always been a bit more level-headed. Sure, he had a temper, but Vegeta? That man lived to be pissed off. Ever since Raditz got his new title as the Prince of the Saiyans, Vegeta had been fuming.

Didn't help that Raditz loved rubbing it in.

"Oh! And there's one more thing—"

I immediately knew something was up.

Her voice wasn't annoyed anymore. It was smug.

Like she was about to drop something on me.

I narrowed my eyes. "What."

She grinned. "Lunch is pregnant."

I blinked.

Then blinked again.

"…With Raditz's kid?"

Bulma laughed. "No, with Yamcha's—yes, with Raditz's, you idiot!"

I stared at her, processing that.

Raditz. A father.

Huh.

I mean… huh.

I honestly didn't know what to say to that. Raditz, of all people, was gonna be a dad? Sure, Lunch was crazy enough to deal with him, and I guess it made sense, but…

Well.

That was gonna be interesting.

Bulma was still smirking at my silence. "Didn't see that coming, huh?"

I finally let out a short laugh, shaking my head. "No. No, I really didn't."

Raditz. A father.

Now that was gonna be something to see.