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FWOOOOOOOM!
The air vibrated with Majin Vegita's purple-golden aura. It was as if the sky itself had swallowed gunpowder and was spitting thunder. The ground couldn't take it—cracks slithered for miles, and the trees bowed, begging for mercy.
Piccolo, still standing, stared without blinking. But it was obvious: the pressure was enough to snap a spine.
"Gonna give up, greenie?" – Vegita taunted, the mark on her forehead glowing like profane fire. "Or are you gonna keep pretending you're stronger than you really are?"
Piccolo didn't answer. He just breathed deep, muscles tense, eyes narrowed.
And then—
SWOOOSH!
Vegita lunged, faster than a lightning bolt with a target.
BAM!
Her fist smashed into Piccolo's arm, which he raised at the last second. Even so, he slid back meters, the ground groaning beneath him.
"Feel that?" – she laughed, a laugh like knives scraping glass. "I'm stronger. Faster. Better."
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
Three hits—chest, shoulder, jaw. Piccolo flew, bouncing off rocks that crumbled to dust on impact.
"Piccolo!" – Krillin shouted, sweat dripping. "He's… losing?"
"No way…" – Yamcha's eyes widened, mouth dry. "She's crushing him."
Even Tenshinhan clenched his fists in silence. Chaos hid behind his shoulder, pale with fear.
But Ethan… Ethan smiled. That sly smile of someone who already knew the ending.
Vegita hovered above the crater where Piccolo had fallen, aura blazing like furious fire. "You're finished!"
BOOOOM!
She dove, fist aimed at his heart.
THUD!
Piccolo crossed his arms, blocking. The explosion raised a column of dust and stone that swallowed half the battlefield. When the smoke cleared, he was still there—standing, but breathing hard.
Vegita snarled. "Why won't you just fall?!"
"Because…" – Piccolo spat blood, wiping his mouth – "you're not enough."
"VERMIN!" – she roared, knee slamming into his gut.
CRUNCH!
Piccolo doubled, his body folding like paper.
"PICCOLO!" – Gohan screamed, held back by Ethan.
"Stay put, kid," Ethan muttered. "This ain't over yet."
Vegita didn't stop. Every strike was a warhammer.
BAM!
A straight to the chin.
BAM!
A side kick that slammed him into the ground.
BOOOOM!
Another crater, dust choking the air.
Piccolo rose slowly, panting. Heavy breaths came out like strangled laughter.
Vegita gritted her teeth. "Still laughing?!"
"Yeah…" – he straightened, clothes in tatters. "You really did get stronger."
She growled. "I'm the pinnacle of our race. The gods' nightmare. And you're just a green insect!"
SWOOSH!
Another blitz, another flurry.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
Piccolo staggered back with each blow, rocks exploding beneath his heels. He looked… cornered.
"This can't be…" – Krillin whispered. "He can't keep up."
"He's gonna get killed!" – Yamcha added.
"Or…" – Ethan smirked – "maybe she's just playing with fire without knowing it."
Vegita gathered energy in her hands. A purple sphere sparked like dry lightning. "It's over!"
FWOOOOOSH!
She fired, the blast swallowing Piccolo.
BOOOOOOOM!
The flash blinded the others for seconds. A mushroom cloud rose, like a piece of hell detonated on Earth.
When it cleared, the land was destroyed—and Piccolo… was still there. Burned, bleeding, but smiling.
"You…" – Vegita panted. "You should be dead!"
Piccolo laughed. Low, rough, but different.
Then she did the unthinkable.
WHAM!
A punch straight into his gut. Air burst from Piccolo's lungs in a guttural roar. The ground quaked, fissures spiraling out like spiderwebs.
Piccolo bent over—but kept laughing.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" – the sound froze even the bravest hearts.
Vegita's eyes widened. "What are you laughing at?!"
Piccolo raised his head slowly, his eyes glowing monstrous. "I was just… warming up."
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The ground shattered.
FWOOOOOOOOOM!
A colossal wave of ki burst from him, throwing Vegita back. The pressure forced the Z fighters to raise shields or be blown away.
The sky darkened. Black clouds swirled above in a vortex. Lightning struck, drawn to the impossible power.
"What… the hell?!" – Yamcha yelled.
"This isn't the Piccolo I know…" – Krillin muttered, pale.
"It's Orange Piccolo…" – Ethan whispered, eyes locked on the storm. "Now the fight's over."
Piccolo's skin shifted, glowing orange like newborn magma. Muscles swelled, his body towering, a living wall.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
His roar shook mountains, turned rivers, made the Earth itself quake.
BOOOOOOOM!
The final surge blasted a hurricane outward, trees ripped from roots, rocks pulverized, air sizzling with lightning.
Orange Piccolo stood there. Giant. Imposing. Monstrous.
Vegita, for the first time, stepped back. Sweat trickled down her golden face.
"No…" – she whispered, trying to hide her fear. "Impossible…"
Piccolo raised a hand, clenched his fist.
"The warm-up's over."
And then… the real massacre was about to begin.