Goku staggered—but he didn't fall.
With a sharp exhale, he forced himself upright, fingers digging into the torn collar of his gi. He grabbed the fabric and ripped it clean off, tossing it aside as he straightened.
Bare-chested now, battered but unbroken, he stood tall.
The two fighters faced each other from a distance, unmoving.
Then—
Blue and red auras erupted around them.
The stage trembled as raw power surged outward, lightning crackling violently between the two. The air itself felt strained, compressed beneath their presence.
They launched forward at the same time.
Their auras collided first, elbows smashing together in a deadlock. Piccolo exploded into a flurry of attacks—sharp, relentless—but Goku parried through them, slipping just enough to spear forward with a counter.
Piccolo answered immediately, throwing another punch in the same motion.
Goku slipped inside the strike, driving in close—Piccolo blocked a body shot just in time.
They traded blows nonstop.
Punches. Kicks. Elbows.
Neither gave an inch.
Goku surged forward with a double spearhand aimed at Piccolo's face—
—but Piccolo countered with an overhand strike.
It landed cleanly.
Piccolo followed with a cross. Goku ducked beneath it, firing a hook toward Piccolo's jaw. Piccolo barely avoided it by stepping aside.
Pressing forward, Piccolo feinted high—
—then buried a brutal body shot into Goku's ribs.
Goku absorbed it and fired back immediately, a massive cross slamming into Piccolo's jaw.
They clashed again, trading blow for blow.
Piccolo checked a leg kick—
—but Goku doubled up, snapping the same leg high. Piccolo blocked it with his fist, the impact cracking through the arena.
Piccolo answered with a heavy left.
Goku slipped inside, caught the arm, and countered with a reverse one-two—only for Piccolo to force Goku back by sheer pressure.
Piccolo launched an uppercut.
Goku leaned back just enough to evade it.
Their arms locked.
They strained against each other in a brutal contest of strength—Goku clearly on the losing end.
Then Piccolo's eyes turned red.
Twin beams erupted from them.
Goku barely twisted away in time. The eye lasers tore through the air where his head had been a heartbeat earlier.
He answered with a double kick to Piccolo's face, blasting him backward—
—but even as Piccolo fell, his arm stretched, still gripping Goku.
Using the hold, Piccolo twisted sharply and slammed Goku into the floor.
Once.
Twice.
The tiles shattered.
Goku broke free, rebalanced mid-motion, and flipped backward—closing the distance instantly.
A knee slammed flush into Piccolo's jaw.
Goku vanished.
Light-speed movement.
He flickered in and out of Piccolo's range, testing, probing—then—
Boom.
A right elbow smashed into Goku's jaw the instant he reappeared beside Piccolo.
Goku was launched straight into the arena wall.
It exploded into rubble.
That strike dropped Piccolo's guard.
Using the dust as cover, Goku reappeared behind him and drove a kick into Piccolo's face, sending him flying.
Before Piccolo could land, Goku was there again—sliding in with a hook to the body, then another. Piccolo's torso folded inward.
An upward elbow followed, smashing through Piccolo's attempted counter.
A four-piece combination landed in rapid succession.
A final punch drove Piccolo backward.
Goku appeared behind him—
—and delivered a clean head kick.
Piccolo was hurled away.
But in mid-motion, Piccolo slammed both hands into the ground and launched himself upward.
Floating above the arena, Piccolo snarled, teeth grinding in fury. His arm thrust forward, hand blazing with condensed ki.
Goku leapt after him.
The ki beam fired.
Goku swung—deflecting it.
The beam grazed him, throwing him off balance as it tore past the stadium and slammed into a distant mountain.
The explosion shook the entire arena.
Using that opening, Goku dropped back to the ground. He planted his feet and brought his hands to his waist as ki gathered between his palms.
"Kaa… mee… haa—"
Piccolo gathered energy as well.
"Kamehame—HAA!"
Both beams fired at once.
They collided midair.
A shockwave exploded outward as blue and yellow energy locked together, pushing and pulling violently.
The Kamehameha began to overpower Piccolo's beam—
—forcing it back—
—until it reached him.
The explosion pierced the clouds above, light flooding the sky.
When the smoke cleared—
Piccolo was still floating.
Injured.
But standing.
Goku stared, eyes wide in disbelief, as Piccolo descended and landed heavily on the stage.
Then—
Silence.
The cheering crowd fell quiet.
Piccolo stood without his turban now, his features fully visible—identical to those of the Demon King.
A trembling voice cried out from the stands.
"Is… is that the Demon King…?"
Piccolo smiled.
Wide.
Unashamed.
Chaos erupted.
The crowd panicked, screaming and trampling over one another as they fled, desperate to escape what they believed was coming.
I didn't move.
There was no point.
From what I'd witnessed, if those two had wanted to kill everyone here, it would have taken seconds.
Fear crawled up my spine—not at death, but at my own helplessness.
On the stage stood two beings at the absolute pinnacle of power.
This wasn't just a tournament final.
It was a battle to decide who stood at the top of the world, and I was lucky as I looked around, a smile forming on my face, and I had the front seat view to watch this battle best black ticket ever
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I know I have been dragging it a little bit, but I just don't have the time to write. I am busy enough at final year project. I will mostly finish this fight in the next chapter. The point of showing this fight from his pov is to change his thinking to show him the peak, and I will take my time doing that
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