The blue planet slowly came into view, its oceans glimmering beneath the sunlight. Razor stood silently beside 18 in the ship's cockpit, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Six months of travel had passed since they left the training world — six months of silence, battle simulations, and the occasional spar when boredom crept in.18 glanced at him from the corner of her eye. Even now, she found it strange how calm he looked when not fighting. The man who once radiated killing intent so intense it could crush now simply stood there, his black eyes steady, focused on the world below.
"This is it," she said finally, her voice calm but with a hint of nostalgia. "Home."
Razor's lips curved slightly. "Let's hope your home is ready to handle another Saiyan."
The ship pierced through the atmosphere and descended toward the clearing near the wastelands, the same place where Razor had once descended in flames. When the hatch opened, the soft wind of Earth rushed in. 18 stepped out first, and Razor followed behind her, his expression relaxed but his aura faintly humming beneath the surface.
Waiting outside were the Z-Fighters — Goku, Vegeta, Gohan, Piccolo, Krillin, Tien, and even 16 and 17. The tension in the air was palpable.17's usually cool face broke into a small smile as he saw his twin. "Took you long enough," he said.18 crossed her arms, a rare smile playing on her lips. "You missed me that much, huh?"
Before she could respond further, Razor stepped down, his heavy boots pressing into the dirt. His gaze swept across the group, calm but sharp like a blade. Everyone felt it — that weight, that presence that once brought chaos. Even Goku's usually carefree smile faltered for a second.
Krillin whispered to Gohan, "He feels… even stronger than before."
When Razor's eyes landed on Vegeta, a smirk crept across his face — the same cold, knowing smirk from a year ago."Accept my greetings, Vegeta — oh great Prince of Saiyans," he said, his tone laced with contempt, echoing the exact words he used the day he humiliated Vegeta in battle.
Vegeta's jaw tightened. His fists clenched, aura flickering faintly. "You—"
"Easy, Vegeta," Goku interrupted with a grin, though his eyes stayed sharp. "Let's not start another battle already."
Razor gave a quiet grunt, his arms folding. "Relax. I'm not here to fight… unless someone insists."
The tension thickened until 18 sighed and stepped between them. "Enough, all of you. I didn't drag him here so you could all glare each other to death."
Her words had a grounding effect. The Z-Fighters, remembering that 18 herself had vouched for Razor, eased slightly. Even Vegeta turned away with a snort, though his pride clearly burned beneath the surface.
Goku, however, was smiling again. "You know, it's been a while since I fought someone strong outside training. How about a quick spar, Razor?"
Razor raised an eyebrow, bored expression flickering into mild amusement. "A spar? Hmph. I've been sitting in a ship for six months — fine. Let's see if you've improved, Goku."
Vegeta scoffed. "Don't count me out. I'll make sure neither of you leave standing."
Razor's grin widened slightly — a dangerous spark in his eyes. "Good. At least it won't be boring."
The three Saiyans flew away towards a nearby wide open field, their auras flaring as the ground beneath them cracked. The sky darkened as energy surged.
Goku and Vegeta transformed first — the golden hair of Super Saiyan glowing brilliantly under the sunlight. Razor followed, his black hair flashing upward into golden locks, teal-green eyes gleaming like polished emeralds. The air around him rippled violently.
The battle began.
Vegeta lunged first, fists flashing in a blur, Goku following right after. Razor blocked both their attacks effortlessly at first, his movements sharp and precise. Every counter from him sent shockwaves tearing across the field.
"His speed—!" Gohan gasped, shielding his eyes from the dust.
Razor smirked as he caught Goku's punch, twisted, and slammed him into the ground. Vegeta came from behind, kicking him into the air — but Razor flipped midair, energy bursting from his hands, meeting Vegeta's strike head-on. The explosion echoed for miles.
"Still weak," Razor said coldly as the smoke cleared.
"Weak huh!" Vegeta roared, transforming into Super Saiyan 2. Lightning danced around him. Goku grinned and joined, his aura exploding with electric arcs as well.
Two Super Saiyan 2 against one Super Saiyan. The ground trembled under the combined pressure.
The next exchange was faster, deadlier. Razor gaining advantage slowly. His smirk widened as he fought both simultaneously, his power surging without a transformation beyond Super Saiyan. Goku and Vegeta were panting hard, but Razor's movements were still sharp, deliberate, and precise.
"His power… it's unreal," Piccolo muttered.
As the fight raged, Goku and Vegeta exchanged glances mid-battle. Despite their rivalry, they coordinated attacks instinctively — a beam clash from one side, a flurry of strikes from the other.
But suddenly Razor stopped blocking. His ki flared violently, the air distorting. "Enough warm-up," he said, voice deep. His aura blazed, but not in the wild, uncontrolled way of old. It was still wild — but controlled due to his recent training to maintain Super Saiyan 3.
He vanished.
A heartbeat later, Vegeta was on the ground, breath knocked out of him. Goku barely had time to react before Razor appeared behind him, elbow slamming into his back. The two Saiyans crashed hard, leaving twin craters in the field.
Razor landed lightly on the ground, exhaling. His aura faded away, golden hair turning black once more. "Not bad," he said, tone almost casual. "You've improved."
Goku, despite his bruises, laughed. "Heh… same to you. You're holding back, aren't you?"
Razor didn't answer — just gave a faint, knowing smirk.
Vegeta stood up, wiping blood from his lip. "Tch. Don't think this means you've surpassed me forever."
Razor turned away, eyes glinting faintly. "I don't care who I surpass. I fight to grow stronger — not to prove something to you."
That simple statement silenced everyone. It wasn't arrogance — it was conviction.
As the sun began to set, the Z-Fighters slowly dispersed. Goku and Vegeta went their own way, promising another spar someday. Krillin chatted briefly with 18, feeling a strange relief seeing her at peace. Piccolo disappeared into the horizon.
Only 16 and 17 remained near the ship.
"You've really changed, sis," 17 said, smiling faintly. "Guess he's not as bad as he looks."
18 chuckled softly. "Don't let the quiet fool you."
Razor stood beside the ship, arms crossed, looking toward the horizon. "Are you done?" he asked calmly.
18 gave her brother a small wave. "Yeah. Let's go."