All Hell broke loose when the malicious-looking, tailless ape arrived at his destination, an awkward-looking 'M' engraved onto his forehead. Naraka smelled trouble before he even saw the idiot.
The moment the Saiyan stepped into Hell, Naraka felt it—the stench of arrogance and violence rolling off him like a storm. The 'M' on his forehead certainly didn't help.
Naraka stood up from his throne, cracking his knuckles as he approached the entrance. No pleasantries. No warnings.
Naraka: You! *His voice boomed like thunder across the frozen landscape—cold and final.* Yemma didn't say that you're the idiot who'll be joining me! *The Titan spat in utter disbelief, instantly disapproving of the Saiyan's visit.*
The Saiyan bristled at the insult, his instincts screaming loudly as he took in the towering Titan before him, but his pride overruled his judgment and completely ignored the warning.
Vegeta: I'm no idiot, *he snarled back.* Yemma said I could train here. So move.
His tone was pure arrogance. No respect for authority… especially not Hell's ruler.
Naraka: Well, well, well—aren't we being rude and inconsiderate? *The Titan voiced out in a bitter tone.* Mind your tone, boy.
The Saiyan's eyes flashed—nobody talked to him like that. Not even a damn Titan from Hell, ruler or whatever it called itself.
Vegeta: Or what? *he challenged, stepping forward aggressively. His aura flared—a violent glow signaling his rising anger.*
This wasn't a training expedition anymore. This was about to become war… because Naraka had zero patience for disrespect.
Naraka: Or I'll just have to teach you a lesson in manners myself, *he boomed back, his voice bouncing heavily off the four zircon walls.*
Vegeta's smirk turned feral. He wanted this fight to happen, thinking to himself that he could take on Hell's guardian and prove himself worthy.
Without another word, he lunged—fist aimed straight for Naraka's face, fueled by raw Saiyan aggression. Naraka didn't dodge. He didn't flinch. He simply… caught the punch in his palm effortlessly.
Naraka: Throwing a punch at your elders now, are we? You monkeys really are a despicable race. *Disapproval laced his voice thickly.*
The Saiyan's punch shattered against Naraka's grip—no give, no movement. The Titan just stood there, unimpressed.
Naraka: Pathetic, *he muttered, before suddenly squeezing.*
Bones creaked under the pressure as he crushed the Saiyan's fist in his palm. The pain was instant and brutal—no warm-up, no mercy. Just pure punishment for disrespect.
But that didn't stop Prince Vegeta; it fueled his rage just as much as it fueled his Saiyan pride.
With a roar, he ripped his hand free—ignoring the searing pain—and swung again, this time aiming a brutal elbow strike straight at Naraka's throat.
Saiyan pride demanded violence… and Vegeta would show this Titan exactly why the Saiyans ruled space before Frieza took control!