>>5607181And then, when your blazing, blinding energy finally fades, you see that you've indeed won. Kakarot's body hangs limp in your arms, eyes rolled up into the back of his bloody mess of a face, clothes ripped to tatters and the body folded near in half over your foreams beneath a bleeding, battered mess. You actually did it. You beat him.
“Hehehe. Hahaha! AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!” you laugh triumphantly, dropping Kakarot's limp form to the ground as you raise your fists to the sky, emerald aura surging with your victory. You actually did it! As you laugh, reveling in your triumph, from the corner of your eye you see movement. You try and turn, only to AGAIN be hit in the same shattered part of your head by another devastatingly powerful blow. Although, not nearly as strong as the one Kakarot's flying punch had landed on you. But it is still enough to stagger you a couple steps back, you getting your feet beneath you and turning to see none other than the boy Trunks standing there, sword drawn at the ready. As if it would somehow protect him from what you are now.
“I won't let you take hi-!” Trunks starts, but before you even realize what you're doing your body moves, surging in and grabbing him by the head with one hand and both hands holding his sword in the other, lifting him up into the air by his face. The one eye you can see widens in surprise, but then starts bulging from its socket as you squeeze. His head cracks in your grip, skull shattering and exploding as it can't contain the pressure. Blood and gore rain down, you dropping the limp body and stomping a hole through his ribcage and into the ground beneath him. Just in case. Then you once more lean back, bellowing in challenge to the sky and beating your chest with your blood-soaked right fist.
“WHO ELSE!?” you bellow in challenge, aura blazing out of control around you. “WHO ELSE WANTS TO DIE?!!”
But as you roar out in challenge, suddenly another figure appears right next to Trunks' body and Kakarot. You vaguely recognize the redheaded woman who grabs for them, no doubt planning to flee. But they don't GET to run, not today. You immediately swing both arms full circle, slamming her head between your massive palms. Her fate is near identical to Trunks', lifeless body dropping to the ground beside his, their blood pooling together at your feet.
“That's enough!” a familiar voice calls, you looking up to see an unmistakable hairline. There's no doubt about it, that's King Vegeta. But he's not YOUR king, this man is far older, older than even you and also missing his tail. “As the prince of all Saiyans, I will not permit you to take another Saiyan life, monster!”
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