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FWOOOOOOOM!
The sky seemed to have swallowed an eternal thunder. Orange Piccolo's body glowed like a living volcano, every muscle pulsing with raw energy. The wind howled in violent gusts, lifting dust and ripping entire trees from the ground.
Vegita, still in her Majin form, floated in the air with golden hair streaked with purple. The "M" burned on her forehead like a scar from hell. Even so… a shiver ran down her spine.
"You… can't be real," she growled, gritting her teeth.
Piccolo slowly raised his gaze, golden eyes gleaming with restrained fury. "I told you the warm-up was over."
BOOOOOOM!
He vanished in a blink.
"WHERE—?!"
BAM!
Piccolo's fist buried itself in Vegita's abdomen, so fast the air screamed in protest.
"GUHHH!" – she doubled over, spitting blood before being hurled miles away by the impact.
WHOOSH!
Piccolo was already there, waiting exactly where her body was about to land.
WHAM!
A side kick exploded against the Saiyan's ribs, shattering her armor to pieces.
"AAAAAHHHH!" – Vegita screamed, her body flung like a ragdoll, tearing through mountains that collapsed like sandcastles.
Krillin covered his mouth. "Holy Kami…"
Yamcha only shook his head. "This isn't a fight… it's an execution."
Ethan smirked, arms crossed. "That's still only 10% of what he can unleash."
Vegita rose from the rubble, chest heaving. Her purple aura erupted, multiplied tenfold. The clouds above scattered into violent whirlwinds.
"I AM THE LEGEND!" – she roared. "THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE WILL BOW BEFORE ME!"
FWOOOOOSH!
She vanished, reappearing behind Piccolo with a kick to his neck.
THUD!
The impact echoed, but Piccolo didn't even move.
"Impressive," he said without even turning his head. "You really believe that."
Before she could react—
SMACK!
Piccolo grabbed her leg and spun her through the air.
WHIP! WHIP! WHIP!
Three full rotations before smashing her into the ground.
CRAAAAAASH!
The crater swallowed miles, tremors shaking distant cities.
Vegita tried to rise, spitting blood and dust. But Piccolo was already over her.
"My turn."
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
A flurry of punches, each one surgically precise, each impact ringing like a hammer on an anvil. She tried to block, but her arms cracked under the weight of the blows.
"THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!" – Vegita screamed, tears of rage burning her eyes. "NO PATHETIC NAMEKIAN CAN DEFEAT THE SAIYAN PRINCESS!"
Piccolo didn't answer. He simply vanished.
WHOOSH!
Suddenly, he was above her, hands raised.
"Special Beam…"
His orange aura condensed into his palms, sparking like plasma.
Vegita dashed desperately, her body a golden streak. "I WON'T LOSE!"
She poured all her power, all her hatred, all her pride. "FINAL FLASH!"
FWOOOOOOOM!
Her purple-golden beam ripped the sky, lighting the battlefield.
But Piccolo only smiled. "Cannon."
ZOOOOOOOOM!
An orange beam tore through space-time.
BOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The two energies collided, the shockwave creating an explosion visible from space. Earth trembled, oceans churned, the sky darkened.
"Hold on…" – Krillin shielded his face, struggling not to be blown away.
"This will wipe out the planet!" – Tien shouted.
"No…" – Ethan murmured. "It will wipe out her."
The explosion consumed everything in a blinding white flash. When the dust settled… Piccolo still stood. Untouched. His orange aura burned brighter than ever.
Vegita collapsed to her knees, her body shattered. Her breath was a whisper of death.
"Im… possible…" – she wept blood. "I… am… the… legend…"
Piccolo advanced slowly, each step sounding like a death sentence.
"You're just a distorted reflection of what you think you are."
Vegita tried to rise once more, but Piccolo simply extended his hand and crushed her into the ground with invisible ki.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" – she screamed, her body cracking under the pressure.
Piccolo raised his gaze, eyes glowing like the sun at the world's end. "This ends now."
FWOOOOOOOOOM!
His ki erupted, forming an orange dragon of energy that rose, roaring.
Vegita's eyes widened. "N… no…"
"Disappear."
The dragon dove, swallowing the Saiyan whole.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Piccolo's final strike detonated against Vegita's body. The impact carved a colossal crater, the earth roaring like a wounded beast. The Saiyan princess was hurled through the sky in a broken, spiraling fall.
Her golden hair still flickered, but there was no glory left in it—only the shadow of a power that failed to fulfill its promise.
She was falling.
The air ripped across her face, mixed with blood. The tears, however, weren't from physical pain. They were from rage. Rage at herself. Rage at having failed.
"I… lost…" – she whispered, voice cracked, her pride shattered like glass.
The tears streamed down, each drop etched with the weight of her burden: to be the Saiyan princess, the heir to the legend, the warrior who should have been invincible… and who now collapsed without dignity before them all.
But before the ground could claim her—
WHOOSH!
Out of nowhere, strong arms caught her.
Ethan.
He held her as if she were fragile porcelain, cradling her in his arms like a princess out of forgotten tales. The contrast was absurd: the fiercest warrior in the universe, defeated, now nestled in the arms of a man who looked at her without fear.
"Why…?" – she murmured, voice faint. "Why save me… after everything…?"
Ethan leaned closer, his gaze steady and unshakable. He didn't make a speech. He didn't offer grand promises. He whispered only a single word, heavy with simple, unrelenting truth:
"Belonging."
Vegita's heart trembled. As if that word had pierced every wall she had built since childhood. For the first time, someone didn't see her as just a weapon, a princess, a legend… but as someone who could have a place.
Her pride, once absolute, broke completely. What remained was human, raw, vulnerable.
A final tear slid down her cheek—not of rage, but of something new. Something that hurt and warmed at the same time.
"Ethan…" – she whispered, the name falling as if it were the first time she'd ever trusted someone.
Then, exhausted, she fainted in his arms.
FWOOOOOM…
The dark ki surrounding her dissipated into the air like smoke carried by the wind. The "M" on her forehead glowed one last time and vanished, as if it had never existed.
Ethan held her firmly, landing gently on the ground with her in his arms. The Z Fighters stood in silence, stunned. Piccolo, still imposing, only crossed his arms and looked away, but a faint smile betrayed his approval.
On the horizon, the sun began to rise.
And with it, something else was born: the Saiyan princess's first step toward something she never expected—not absolute power, but the warmth of belonging to someone.