Planet Sena
Within moments, Ropa and Rona arrived where Gohan had dragged Rosa.
"Hey, brat! Who the hell are you?!"
Gohan released Rosa without striking him. The eldest staggered backward until he thought he'd found a "safe" distance.
His two brothers landed beside him.
"Big brother!? What's going on?" Ropa asked.
"Kill," Rona growled, wasting words, his entire body radiating murderous intent.
"I don't know. Be careful this guy has strange powers. He dragged me here in an instant!" Rosa warned, face grim.
"Heh. Now that everyone's here, introductions: I'm Son Gohan of the Galactic Patrol. My business with you is simple either I kill you, or you kill me." Gohan smiled cheerfully.
Before Rosa or Ropa could reply, Rona drew a massive three-meter cleaver and brought it down with a vicious overhead slash.
In the instant he moved, Gohan calmly raised his palm, white ki flaring around his hand.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The giant blade blurred into afterimages, ringing with each clash, but Gohan's body didn't shift an inch. His fingers flicked precisely, deflecting every strike.
Merus, watching from above, allowed himself a small nod. "Impressive… I underestimated him."
What he didn't know was that Gohan's control came from Mr. Popo's training with the puppet warriors perfect mastery over the body's power and precision. Even his ki coating was measured exactly enough to block Rona's strength without breaking the blade or injuring his own fingers.
"No way… Rona's butcher blade was forged from ultra-dense metal across multiple star systems, and he's blocking it with his ki alone?!" Rosa's pupils shrank. A dark premonition twisted in his gut.
"Little brother," Rosa whispered to Ropa, "be ready to run. Something feels wrong."
"What about third brother?" Ropa asked, cautious despite his gluttonous reputation. The Trio had escaped the Patrol countless times not only because no true elites were sent after them, but because Rosa's sixth sense was frighteningly accurate sometimes even sharper than a woman's intuition. Perhaps his lust gave him that "talent."
"This feeling is worse than ever. If one of us can escape, we'll think of a way to rescue him later. The Patrol usually takes criminals alive, to make a show of justice." Rosa thought he understood the Patrol's rules.
But Gohan wasn't a normal Patrolman…
Back on the battlefield, Gohan smirked. "What's the matter? Out of swings already?"
Rona's cold, ruthless eyes had shifted to something else shock, then deeper killing intent.
"You… are worth my full strength."
He dragged the cleaver across his palm, blood running down the blade.
"Blood Butchery!?" Ropa gasped.
"So even he realizes how dangerous that boy is," Rosa muttered, already plotting escape.
Blood Butchery was Rona's forbidden technique. By feeding the cleaver his own blood and with it, the countless grudges and malice it carried the blade's killing aura surged. The weapon had already consumed countless lives; blood only pushed it further, merging man and blade.
"Seriously? I came to play Dragon Ball and you're dragging me into a dark fantasy novel?" Gohan muttered irritably.
"DIE!" Rona roared.
The cleaver, now six meters long with ki extension, radiated the screams of a billion ghosts. His aura burned blood-red, hatred and slaughter incarnate. His power spiked to nearly eighty million.
"Fine then. Kaio-ken, eight times!!"
Gohan's white aura flared red-hot like fire. His ki was the polar opposite of Rona's burning, righteous, overwhelming.
"Cut in half!" Rona bellowed, cleaver descending.
Gohan didn't dodge. Muscles bulged, veins surged then CRACK!
He caught the blade in both bare hands. The impact tore a canyon deep into the earth behind him, but Gohan held it fast.
"He… caught it?!" Ropa's eyes bulged.
"Kaio-ken? The North Kai's technique…" Merus murmured thoughtfully.
Rona didn't panic his killing intent only burned brighter. He twisted the blade, forcing Gohan to release.
Fwoosh! The cleaver swept for Gohan's waist only for him to bend backward in an iron-bridge dodge, a single strand of hair sliced away.
"That's it, you've pissed me off!"
With a burst of speed, Gohan appeared behind Rona and drop-kicked him into the ground, leaving a crater.
"Hah! Never thought I'd use Vegeta's royal battle tactic. Take this! ADA-DA-DA-DA-DA!!"
He hurled a storm of ki blasts into the pit.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!
Rona planted his cleaver into the ground, shielding himself, confused. "Why waste energy like this…?"
But when the smoke swallowed him, Gohan stopped only to gather golden light at his fingertip.
"You're nothing without that blade. Let's test it Starlight Piercer!"
A narrow golden beam shot through the dust and struck the cleaver.
CRACK!
Before Rona's eyes, the weapon he thought indestructible shattered.
"No… impossible! That blade was unbreakable!" His ki dropped instantly to fifty million.
Rage twisted his face. "I'll kill you!!" His power spiked recklessly, blood dripping from his lips, eyes burning red.
"Now, brother run!" Rosa shouted, grabbing Ropa. They shot skyward only to freeze mid-air, bodies trembling, sweat pouring down.
"You'll stay," Merus said coolly. His invisible pressure locked them in place, silent and helpless. He wouldn't interfere further just contain them.
On the ground, Rona had gone berserk.
"DIE DIE DIE!!" He pummeled Gohan wildly, blows without technique, only madness. Their forms blurred at high speed, each clash echoing like thunder.
BAM! Gohan's elbow smashed into Rona's gut, blood spraying. The madman ignored it, clinging tight, headbutting again and again.
CLANG CLANG CLANG!
Gohan reeled, vision spinning.
"Enough GET OFF!"
Golden ki flared violently, blasting Rona away.
"Damn bastard! Take this Titan Cannon!!"
Gohan fired a colossal energy beam, engulfing Rona completely. When it faded, nothing remained not even ash.
Golden light shimmered across his hair Gohan had ascended. His power now burned at seven hundred million.
"A Super Saiyan, huh? Interesting. You two may leave," Merus said softly before vanishing, his pressure gone.
Rosa and Ropa collapsed, terrified. Their strongest brother had just been erased, and Gohan turned to them, golden hair blazing, lips curled in a cruel smile.
"He runs. I chase. His ashes scattered."
SWOOSH!
In an instant, he was before them, faster than they could comprehend.
"So soon? Already trying to run?"
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