The sky split.
It split like glass under pressure.
The first clone moved faster than Rathok ever had crossing three miles in under a second, punching through a mountain ridge and erasing it with raw kinetic force.
The second followed half a heartbeat later, mirroring the movement with surgical precision.
The Saiyan faction scattered instantly.
This wasn't a duel anymore
This was an extermination based mission..
Auxiliary fighters took to the air in squads, weaving between collapsing cities as shockwaves rippled outward. Entire highways folded upward like paper as ki detonations chained across urban centers.
A veteran Saiyan, Kardesh, met the first clone head-on.
His war cry lasted less than a second.
The clone caught him by the face and drove him downward at hypersonic speed. The impact carved a crater through bedrock, the aftershock shattering buildings ten miles away.
"This fight was on the scale of dragon ball z conflicts" Broko noted
Kardesh did not rise from that counter.
The second clone descended into a civilian evacuation corridor, not targeting civilians but using them as terrain denial, forcing Saiyans to split focus because under Broko's leadership no civilians are to be attacked.
This was intentional the clones were programmed with the necessary data of their opponents behavior.
This was war math.
Bala and Tehm fought back-to-back above what had once been a city.
They weren't reckless anymore.
They moved together.
Bala intercepted incoming fire while Tehm counter-flanked, their ki signatures weaving like braided steel. Still every exchange hurt.
The clones didn't hesitate. Didn't posture.
One clone slammed Bala with a drop kick through six buildings.
The other caught Tehm mid-flight and crushed him into the pavement.
Something snapped.
Not bone.
Something internal.
Tehm roared in rage but still focused
His aura collapsed inward.
Compressed.
Stable.
Controlled.
He rose slowly, eyes burning gold
"I get it now," he said quietly.
Then he hit the clone hard enough to knock it through the cloud layer.
From the island command chamber.
Nina watched everything.
Every death.
Every signal drop.
When Kardesh's life-sign vanished, her claws dug into the console hard enough to bend alloy like clay .
Her breath shook.
Tears welled hot and furious.
She closed her eyes.
Slowed her breathing.
"For them, I need to remain calm ," she whispered, one hand resting on her swollen abdomen.
She would not let grief poison the children inside her.
But she remembered this day.
....
Elsewhere..
Orbital sensors flared.
The Watchtower lit up.
"This has gone too far," one voice said.
"They're leveling entire states," another snapped..
A decision was made by the league members present.
..
They descended not as mediators but as enforcers.
Green lantern constructs slammed into Saiyan formations.
Speedsters attempted disarmament.
Telepaths issued psychic commands.
The response was immediate.
And absolute.
Nina's voice echoed across the Saiyan network.
"Enough restraint, show them who you are ."
A Pause followed
Then with a violent flare...
"All units turn Great Ape, now! ."
Artificial moons ignited across the state
One by one, Saiyans transformed.
The earth screamed as for the first time,
Great Apes surged across the eastern United States like living disasters, mountains were crushed underfoot, cities erased by backswing alone.
Justice League members were forced into retreat, overwhelmed by sheer mass and synchronized destruction.
For five hours, American civilization got a first hand saiyan experience.
Then precisely on Nina's command, an auxiliary squad detonated the Power Ball network.
The Apes shrank.
The survivors returned.
The land was gone.....
After speaking to Nina and checking on her pregnancy Broko decided to leave with the twins to a new universe as he wants them to learn how to handle themselves against large technologically advanced civilizations.
Elsewhere..
A jungle world.
Ancient and violent
Broko stood with Bala and Tehm beneath towering canopies, the hum of distant civilizations barely audible.
"This universe runs on numbers," Broko said. "Armies. Logistics and galactic Control."
He pointed toward a distant, peaceful city-state technologically advanced, militarily naive.
"You don't rule by killing everyone," he continued. "You rule by deciding who fights for you."
The boys listened.
Learned.
They conquered without annihilation, seizing infrastructure, leadership nodes, information systems. The pacifist race surrendered not out of fear, but inevitability.
Bala nodded thoughtfully.
"Minions first. Enemies later."
Broko smiled.
When Broko returned to the island
He felt it her, Nina stood waiting.
Silent.
She told him everything he missed after leaving .
He listened.
When she finished, he rested a hand on her shoulder.
"They chose a provocative approach ," he said calmly.
"And now?" she asked.
Broko looked toward the horizon.
"Now," he replied, "we prepare for gods who think they're still untouchable."