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CRAWL... CRAWL...
The pathetic sound of Nappa crawling on the ground was music to no one's ears. The big guy who once seemed invincible now crawled like a crushed worm, leaving a trail of blood on the cracked earth.
"Prin...cess..." – he moaned, extending his trembling hand to Vegita. "Help... me..."
The Saiyan princess looked down, and the disgust on her face was palpable. Those blue-green eyes burned with a hatred so pure that the air around seemed to freeze and boil at the same time.
"How dare you?" – she whispered, but everyone heard. "How DARE you crawl in my direction with that pathetic face?"
She bent down, taking his hand with a delicacy that didn't match the murder in her eyes. A sweet smile – too sweet – danced on her lips.
"You lose to these worms" – her voice was pure venom – "and then come whimpering to me?"
GRAB!
The grip intensified, and Nappa screamed when he felt the bones in his hand being crushed.
"Disappear" – she said simply. "You filthy trash."
SWOOOOSH!
With monstrous strength, she hurled Nappa into the sky like a defective baseball. His body went up, up, up, until it became a tiny dot in the infinite blue.
And then...
FWOOOOOOOM!
Her ki exploded. Five million fighting power materialized in pure killing intent. The ground cracked in a hundred-meter radius, and the air itself became heavy like molten lead.
"Bye" – she murmured, raising two fingers.
BZZZZZZT!
A purple-golden energy beam cut through the sky, meeting Nappa at the highest point of his trajectory. For a moment, you could see the absolute terror on his face.
Then...
BOOOOOOOOOOM!
The explosion was so intense it created a second sun in the sky. When the light died, nothing remained. Not ashes. Not memory. Nappa was erased from existence as if he'd never been born.
"Holy shit..." – Krillin swallowed hard, legs trembling.
"She... she killed her own ally" – Yamcha could barely process it.
"Without hesitation" – Tenshinhan completed.
"What kind of fucked up person does that?" – Chaos murmured.
But Piccolo? Piccolo just yawned.
"Is the little show over?" – he asked, walking calmly toward Vegita. "Because I have better things to do."
The princess turned to him, incredulous. "You... you saw what I did?"
"I saw a bratty child killing her own broken toy" – Piccolo shrugged. "Nothing impressive."
"NOTHING IMPRESSIVE?!" – her aura exploded again. "I AM THE PRINCESS OF THE SAIYANS! THE STRONGEST WARRIOR IN THE UNIVERSE!"
"Yeah?" – Piccolo tilted his head. "Prove it."
"YOUR END HAS COME!"
SWOOOOSH!
Vegita launched herself at him like a guided missile, her fist aiming straight at the green face. Piccolo simply stepped aside.
WHOOSH!
She went right through, the punch hitting air. Confused, she spun with a spinning kick. Piccolo casually ducked, as if dodging a fly.
"Are you playing with me?" – he asked, genuinely curious.
"DIE!"
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
A frantic sequence of punches and kicks, each with force to destroy mountains. Piccolo dodged them all with minimal movements, hands still behind his back.
"This is pathetic" – he commented, dodging an uppercut. "The brats I train fight better."
"SHUT UP!"
Vegita backed away, hands glowing with concentrated energy. "GALICK GUN!"
FWOOOOOM!
The purple wave of destruction swallowed Piccolo completely. For a moment, Vegita smiled. Then...
"You hit air again."
The voice came from behind her. Vegita spun, only to receive a flick on the forehead that sent her flying a hundred meters back.
CRASH!
She got up, face red with humiliation and fury. "How... HOW DARE YOU?!"
And then it happened.
CRACK!
Something broke inside her. Not physically – spiritually. The barrier holding her true power shattered like cheap glass.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"
The scream echoed for kilometers. Her black hair began floating, golden sparks dancing around. The blue-green eyes flickered, alternating between their natural color and a supernatural gold.
FWOOOOOOOM!
The transformation exploded. Golden hair spiked upward, flaming aura that made the sun look like a candle, power that made reality itself tremble.
"Super Saiyan" – Radika murmured. "She did it."
Vegita floated in the air, power running through her veins like liquid lava. "I AM THE LEGEND! I AM THE SUPER SAIYAN!"
Piccolo finally took his hands from behind his back. "Cool. Now maybe it'll be a real fight."
SWOOOOSH!
This time, when she attacked, it was different. Her fist actually came close to Piccolo's face. He had to dodge for real.
"Better" – he admitted, blocking a sequence of blows. "But still not enough."
"WHAT?!"
BAM!
Piccolo's knee met her stomach. Vegita doubled over, spitting blood. Before she could recover, an elbow to the back sent her to the ground.
CRATER!
The impact created a fifty-meter crater. Vegita tried to get up, but Piccolo appeared above her, his foot on her chest.
"You rely too much on brute power" – he explained calmly. "No technique, no strategy. Just... dumb strength."
"I... I am..." – she tried to speak, but his foot pressed harder.
"You're weak" – Piccolo said simply. "And you know it."
He stepped away, leaving her lying in the crater. Vegita looked at the sky, body broken, pride in even smaller pieces.
And then she heard it.
"Do you want power?"
The voice echoed in her mind, seductive as poisoned honey.
"Real power? Power to crush everyone who humiliated you?"
"Who... who are you?" – she whispered.
"Someone who can give you what you deserve. Do you accept?"
Vegita didn't hesitate. "YES!"
CRACK!
The pain came first. As if a thousand burning needles pierced every cell in her body. She screamed, back arching. On her forehead, a mark began forming – an "M" engraved in fire and blood.
"What's happening?" – Ethan stepped forward, worried.
"Something bad" – Piccolo backed away, feeling the change in the air.
FWOOOOOOOM!
A purple aura exploded around Vegita. It wasn't normal ki – it was something denser, darker, more... wrong. The evil power enveloped her like a second skin, elevating her strength to impossible levels.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Her laughter echoed, but it wasn't just hers anymore. There was something else in the voice, something ancient and cruel.
She stood up, floating. Hair still golden, but now with purple streaks. Eyes alternating between gold and blood red. The "M" mark glowing on her forehead like an evil third eye.
"Now we're talking" – she smiled, and it was death's smile. "NOW I'M INVINCIBLE!"
Piccolo removed his remaining weights. His ki exploded to two million, three million, five million...
"Damn" – he murmured. "This is going to be problematic."
And there in his dimension, Fu watched eating dimensional popcorn, laughing.
"Majin Vegita is born" – he celebrated. "What a delicious plot twist!"
The real battle was about to begin.