Pure Evil 4: A New Evil
battle of the super saiyans
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Pure Evil 4: A New Evil
By Sefiru
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Pairings: Kakarott x Vegeta
Warnings: NC-17, yaoi, anal, oral,
BDSM, bondage, violence, language, pure evil.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, all belongs to Kakarott. Long
live the King.
Calico Soneji: thanks for reading!
Pun_xy: I think you’d like a KV fusion scene,
wouldn’t you …
Starlight_dragon: I’m assuming the
moon, so they could just possess people. Overconfidence
kit-kit: Kakarott? Lose? No way. ^^
Katonie: sad to say, Vegeta is not known for letting
his enemies live … nothing personal towards Brolli,
but …
Macha: Kakarott has a beautiful mind.
goody-two-shoes-ness, I think.
I am NOT sorry for not updating last week, because
ball, spent way too much money on comics, and didn’t get lost on the subway.
Ahem. This chapter: The fight you’ve all been eagerly
waiting for, Vegeta vs. Brolli.
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Chapter 16:
of the Super-Saiyans!
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the years have taught me that it isn’t always, and it’s a pain when that’s the
case. But not today. I have a score to settle.
They are waiting
for me in the training hall, the largest open area on the ship, plenty of space
for a good punch-up. Both of them, father and son. Why
couldn’t Brolli kill Paragus
again and save me the trouble? Whatever; I flare into Super Saiyan
as I stalk towards them. “Brolli.
I haven’t forgotten the last time we met. Consider this payback.”
abandoned those who trust you rather than face their wrath!”
I laugh out loud.
“You should check the results of your schemes before boasting of them,
mustache.”
“I did! There’s no
way his honor could withstand the blow I aimed at it.”
“You know nothing
about honor.” I’ve now covered half the distance between us; I rise to level
two. Brolli’s ki starts to
climb.
“
air. “Zibak, did you screw up the dream sequence I
designed?”
The air replied,
instructions. You are the expert in the Saiyan mind;
if the results are not to your liking, it is your own fault.” I feel sudden
pressure in my skull. “If you want him
weakened, I can – aiiieeeee! A Kai! There’s a Ka—”
Scratch one Tuffle mentalist. I make a note to buy
seizes Paragus by the hair. “You’re useless, old
man!”
distraction to plan my first attack; from our previous encounter, I recall he’s
not too sharp on technique beyond hit
them until they stop moving. That may be my biggest advantage. I wait for
my moment – not yet … not yet … now.
see my boot fly into his face.
And that’s only
the beginning. My other foot connects with his chin, a twist and both my fists
land on his nose one after another in a whirlwind combination. I barely manage
to dodge his retaliating strike. He comes after me and his next blow throws me
against the ceiling. Crunch! Ah, property damage. In his fight with this
meathead Kakarott basically used a Spirit Bomb to boost his own power, but I
don’t have access to that; on the other hand, this time I’m not a sniveling
wreck.
I swoop down on
I vault over his wrist and land several more on his face; then he throws me
though the wall. He’s on me before I can get up and pummels me for a bit until
I knock him back. “Final Flash!”
I strike him on
the head. We trade punch after punch as we bounce around the room, the walls
becoming more and more splintered. Whenever possible I aim for
technique I worked up back when I was trying to kill Kakarott, but it depends
on my enemy getting blinded, and there’s not enough ambient light for Solar
Flare. By the time his eyes are swollen shut my skin feels like one huge
bruise. I raise my ki and ignore it.
I clap my wrists
together. At the time I thought it was delightfully ironic to use Kakarott’s
favorite technique against him; now I’m just glad to know it.
I toss the coherent ball of ki away from me, shaping
it into a copy of my body, while I draw my own ki in.
It works – Brolli takes a swing at the fake. I have
to bite my tongue so my laughter doesn’t give away the fact that I’m really six
feet left of where he thinks I am. I make the ki form
charge at the same time I do, and rain down blows on him under its disguise; he
can’t sense the blows coming well enough to block them. The fight is going my
way for now. As long as I’m not in the way of his blows, I catch my breath and
inflict as much damage as I can. Soon enough Brolli
throws a point-blank blast at “me”. “Now I’ve got you!”
“HA!” I detonate
the ki form and dive in for another flurry of punches
while he’s confused. His ki spikes as he realizes
he’s been tricked.
way to rule the universe!”
Some ruler you are.” His fury makes him faster; I can no longer dodge all of
his blows, and the hum at the edges of my ki tells me
I’m at full power. His fist rams into my side, snapping a couple of ribs. Not
good. I’m taking damage and not dealing enough. Brolli
catches me by the armor, then kicks me hard enough to
rip off the chest piece and send me crashing into the ceiling. I fall back down
and he catches me on his fist, throwing me into the wall. My body feels like
lead; I struggle to get back on my feet.
This is
outrageous. If I die, the children on this ship can’t go home. If I die, the
Kakarott as I promised. I can’t lose here. I refuse to lose here. My rage touches something deep in my mind,
like a key turning in a lock; a barrier falls. Power.
An incandescent tide floods through me, a sensation I’ve felt twice before. I
ride it up and out of my previous bounds; Brolli
jumps back as golden ki explodes around me, and I
stand up.
I shed the
remains of my armor and – a moment of pure vanity – rip the sleeves off my body
suit. I always did look best in a tank top. I feel light; I can’t even feel my
broken ribs, and my feet seem to float over the floor despite the added weight
of hair that now hangs from my head. I grin a grin
vicious enough to make Brolli fall back a step. “I’d
say this evens our odds.”
He snarls and
leaps at me, so at least he’s no coward. I vault over his head and land behind
him. “Final Flash!” The recoil actually throws me
knew I’d like level three. The blast catches Brolli
right in the stomach, sending him into the wall. Before he recovers his balance
I smack him around some more; not only are we more evenly matched, but I’m
stronger than he is. Life is good.
A second round
of the rubber ball school of fighting ensues. The edges of the hall are
starting to resemble the set of a disaster movie; however, Brolli
isn’t taking as much damage as I think he should. Well, he is built like a
brick shithouse, complete with contents. I just need to find a new way to cut
him down to – cut. Of course. Now, how did that
technique go? Ah, yes. “Destructo
disk!”
The disk of
ultimate technique?” he scoffs. “You’re all talk, Princey.”
What can I
expect from using one of Krillin’s techniques; I’ll
just have to improvise. I never thought I’d take a leaf from
up. “Big Bang Slash!”
A whirling blade
of ki, the same silver-gold as my hair, flies out
from my hands. Brolli instinctively tries to block
it, and it lops off his arm above the elbow. “You were saying?”
“It’s just a
flesh wound.” He leaps at me, armless. He’s off balance and doesn’t compensate,
so I don’t even have to dodge. Sad. A
As he falls to the floor, his hair fades to the underlying black. I walk over
to him; he’s still conscious, but not for long. I gather my ki
for one last blast. “Strike two, Brolli.” The last of
his body vaporizes under my attack. Without another word I turn around and walk
out of the hall.
***
So, Gohan wins through brains,
Kakarott through his pure heart, and Vegeta through sheer attitude. ^_^
Next chapter: A last small fight scene, as Kakarott and