>>6201900The ground passes beneath you all as you fly across the breadth of this world, heading over cities, desert, forests, and even the sea before flying back to another landmass, flying over the mountains and back into another desert. Where there, sprawled out in the middle of a surprisingly large lake is a small cluster of buildings out on the water itself, on seemingly artificial islands growing with grass and trees.
“There. Fortuneteller Baba's. Although, I'm surprised. For as long as Piccolo was ruling this world, he never went out here to destroy this place?” Milha says, but Koruza answers her.
“Did you forget? Devilman is here, and even as strong as he was, Piccolo couldn't stand up to his attack.” he says, Durah asking the question on your mind immediately.
“What kind of attack?” she asks, his brows furrowing as you all descend, dropping out of the air to land by a line of people. Who all, to various degrees are shocked and surprised by your sudden arrival.
“The Devilmite Beam. If you have any evil in your heart, it grows that evil until it explodes. Blowing up your heart and killing you.” Koruza says, his tone serious. “Only one kid was ever hit by the attack and survived, it doesn't matter the strength disparity or how strong your defenses. If the Devilmite Beam hits you, you die.”
“Ah, there you are. Come in, come in.” a voice calls from the building, you all turning to see a small, pink blob-like creature floating there and wearing a hat of straw. But its eyes send a shiver up your spine, the emotionless, expressionless eyes reminding you of another being. “Right this way, right this way. She has been expecting you.”
You exchange a look with your children, then turn, following the creature inside the building. Heading through it and the second one, out onto a circular fighting stage. One much larger than the world martial arts tournament stage you'd seen before, where a small creature sitting atop a scrying orb is waiting. Wearing dark robes and a pointed black hat, she's clearly a magical being. One who smiles as you all arrive, one laced with hidden intent.
“Welcome, Saiyans of New Salda. And of Planet Vegeta.” she says, her gaze meeting your own. “Now, normally I would have you all either pay, or face my five fighters. But, having seen your powers firsthand, you only have to best three.”
“Only three?” Milha wonders aloud, as three cloaked figures emerge from the far building behind her, walking single file up to the edge of the ring.
“So, let's make this interesting. Three of you, against three of my fighters. If you all win, I'll find your wayward princess.” she says, acknowledging her ability to find the Ox King's daughter. “But if I win, I want a favor. One wish with your Stand, with Divine Dragon Force's power.”
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