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CRACK!
Vegita's fist clenched so hard the air around it hissed in protest. Those blue-green eyes, which already blazed with fury before, now burned like a star about to go supernova.
"Nappa!" – she roared, her voice cutting through the air like a sharpened blade. "Finish these worms! All of them! NOW!"
The big guy smiled, that smile of a kid who got permission to break all the toys. "With pleasure, princess!"
Two hundred and fifty thousand fighting power. That's what pulsed through his veins – a force that would make lesser gods shit themselves in fear. Against mere earthlings? Pfft. It'd be like stepping on ants.
Or at least that's what he thought.
"Come on, bastard!" – Krillin shouted, assuming position. "We don't have all day!"
SWOOOOSH!
Nappa took off like a cannonball, the ground exploding under his feet. Tenshinhan didn't even have time to blink – the Saiyan's fist connected with his stomach with meteor force.
"GUHHH!"
The three-eyed warrior flew backward, crossing through two hills before stopping. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, but he was already getting up. Stubborn son of a bitch.
"My turn!" – Yamcha appeared from nowhere, his foot aiming at Nappa's head in a perfect spinning kick.
GRAB!
But the Saiyan caught his ankle in mid-air, like catching a fly. "Seriously? That's it?"
WHAM!
He spun Yamcha like a sack of potatoes and smashed him into the ground. The crater that formed was a good ten meters deep.
"AAAHHHH!"
But before Nappa could celebrate, an invisible force hit him. Chaos, with eyes glowing purple, used his psychic powers to hurl the big guy against the nearest mountain.
BOOOOM!
The mountain practically exploded on impact, house-sized rocks flying everywhere.
"Now, Krillin!" – Chaos shouted.
The bald guy was already in the air, an energy sphere glowing above his head. "KIKOHO CLUSTER!"
The sphere divided into hundreds of smaller projectiles, each shining like a shooting star. They rained down on Nappa like divine hail.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Sequential explosions transformed the area into a hell of fire and smoke. For a moment, it seemed like they'd succeeded.
Seemed.
"RAAAAAAHHHHH!"
Nappa's roar dispersed the smoke like morning mist. He was injured – cuts and burns covered his body – but far from defeated. And now? Now he was PISSED.
"You..." – he spat blood, the ki around him rising like a volcano about to explode. "YOU'LL TURN TO DUST!"
He raised two fingers to the sky, energy concentrating at the tip.
"SHIT!" – Ethan yelled to the others. "SHIELD! NOW!"
FWOOOOOOM!
The explosion that followed was apocalyptic. Literally everything in a 120-kilometer radius was vaporized. Trees, rocks, mountains – everything turned to nothing in seconds. It was as if God had decided to erase that piece of the map.
Those watching managed to raise shields in time, but the four warriors at the epicenter...
"KAIOKEN TIMES FIVE!"
Four voices shouted in unison. Red auras exploded around them, creating a protective bubble against total annihilation. Even so, when the dust settled, they were fucked. Clothes in tatters, blood flowing from multiple wounds.
"Shit..." – Yamcha spat out a tooth. "This son of a bitch doesn't play around."
"Then let's stop playing too" – Tenshinhan wiped blood from his third eye. "Kaioken..."
"No!" – Krillin interrupted him. "Together. All of us. At the same time."
Chaos nodded, understanding the plan. "Synchronized. Like a single force."
They positioned themselves in diamond formation, each occupying a cardinal point around Nappa. The Saiyan laughed.
"How cute! Doing a little dance before dying?"
"KAIOKEN!" – they shouted together.
"TIMES TEN!"
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The ground couldn't take it. Cracks spread like a giant spider web, and the air itself began vibrating with pressure. The four red auras merged, creating a crimson hell that made the sun look like a birthday candle.
"Impossible!" – Vegita almost choked. "Their power—"
"It's rising" – Radika observed, impressed despite everything. "Damn, Ethan taught them well."
Nappa took a step back, for the first time feeling something he hadn't felt in years: uncertainty.
"Doesn't matter!" – he roared, exploding toward Krillin. "You're still—"
WHAM!
Tenshinhan's fist caught him mid-flight, sending him to the ground. Before he could recover, Yamcha appeared with a sequence of punches that looked like a machine gun.
"ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA!"
Each impact created shockwaves that destroyed what was left of the landscape. Nappa tried to counter-attack, but Chaos locked his movements with telekinesis for a fraction of a second.
Fraction enough.
"KAMEHAMEHA TIMES TEN!"
Krillin fired the attack point-blank at Nappa's chest. The blue energy wave swallowed the Saiyan, carrying him for kilometers before exploding in a ball of light that illuminated the horizon.
BOOOOOOOM!
When the light died, Nappa was on his knees, armor destroyed, blood flowing from dozens of wounds. But the bastard was still alive. And laughing.
"Hehehe... HAHAHAHA!" – he stood up staggering. "Is that it? Is that ALL?"
The four warriors were at their limit. Kaioken times ten had taken its toll – torn muscles, cracked bones, every breath an agony.
"One more time" – Yamcha whispered, gritting his teeth. "All or nothing."
"We're gonna die" – Krillin said simply.
"Probably" – Tenshinhan agreed.
"Fuck it" – Chaos spat blood. "At least we take him with us."
They prepared for one last attack, knowing it would be suicidal. But before they could—
"Enough."
Piccolo appeared from nowhere, floating above them with arms crossed.
"You've already proven your point. Now it's my turn."
He landed between the injured warriors and Nappa, who was still laughing like a lunatic.
"You?" – Nappa mocked. "A Namekian? It'll be even easier!"
Piccolo didn't even respond. He just removed his turban and heavy cape.
THUD! THUD!
The weights fell to the ground, creating deep craters. His ki exploded like a tsunami, making even Vegita's eyes widen.
"Fighting power..." – she checked the scouter. "FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND?!"
"No" – Piccolo smiled, that smile that promises slow death. "That's just the beginning."
And as he advanced on Nappa, who was now sweating cold, Fu watched from his dimension, laughing.
"Now we're talking" – he murmured. "Now the fun really begins."