I see Nappa glaring at me from across the arena and I roll my eyes at the buffed up future baldy before letting out a load groan.
My family surrounded me with various degrees of emotion, my parents trying to talk me out of doing what they believed to be suicide. I don't know why since this wasn't an even battle to the death, but it didn't really seem to matter to them.
Parents, huh?
The only one who seemed to think that I wasn't in any danger was Raditz. It was most likely because of his idolization of me making him think that I was infallible, but I'll take the vote of confidence nonetheless.
"Zyleth, this is serious. Are you absolutely sure that you want to do this?" My father asked, his usual stern gaze now holding a small modicum of worry, "Nappa isn't some low-ranking Saiyan. He's an Elite. And one of the stronger ones at that."
"That's right! You don't have to do this, Zyleth. Bardock can just go and talk to the King! I'm sure we can figure something out." My worried mother said desperately, kneeling down and placing her hands on my face.
I smile softly at her before gently removing her hands from my person and saying, "It's fine. Trust me, this won't take long."
I turn towards Raditz and see him looking up at me with nothing but pure, sheer belief. I ruffle his hair before turning back towards Nappa, smirking at him as stretched out my arms and legs.
Bardock grips onto my shoulder and turns me around to look him in the eyes. "Don't underestimate him. You maybe slightly stronger than him at the moment, but he has years of experience to back it up."
I had to hold myself back from a chuckle when he had said "slightly" stronger.
At this point in time, I'm over three times stronger than Nappa was during Saiyan Saga. Considering that Saiyans, especially Saiyan Elites, don't really seem to train, I'm sure he's around the same power level. He's possibly even a couple hundred numbers weaker.
"Don't worry, he won't beat me." I reply with a smirk.
Bardock stared at me as if trying to ascertain whether I was being confident or just plain arrogant. After seemingly finding what he had wanted, he closed his eyes and let out tired sigh before relinquishing his grip.
"Go, before I change my mind." He relented.
"Bardock!" My mother exclaimed, obviously not pleased with his decision.
He looked towards Gine and shook his head. Her eyes widened before looking down at the floor with sadness, but also reluctant acceptance.
When I saw the look on my mother's face, there was only one thought immediately blew through my mind.
I am going to beat the absolute shit out of Nappa.
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I stand in the middle of the arena, facing down Nappa as a crowd of Saiyans start taking bets on which one of us will win. Apparently to the people running this little wager, there was 100/1 odds of me winning.
They had given out our power level numbers and the number of planets we had conquered. Since they used the power level read from the throne room three months ago, me and Nappa were said to be equal, with me being stronger than him by a little less than a hundred.
And while we were equal in that regard, we were definitely not equal in terms of experience. The number of planets conquered by Nappa far exceeded my single conquest by about three hundred. By the looks of him, he had about forty or fifty years on me, so it was to be expected.
"You should just give up." Nappa suddenly said, grabbing my attention away from the very overzealous crowd of Saiyans. "There's no shame in running away with your tail tucked between your legs."
God, I really want to knock that smug fucking smile off his face.
There's literally nothing more shameful for a Saiyan than backing down from a fight. Say what you want about Vegeta and his pride, but when you're a Saiyan born and raised on Planet Vegeta, you finally start to understand why he always spouted on about his Saiyan Pride.
We are a race of warriors born and raised for battle and conquest. When you're raised like a Saiyan, that pride ingrains itself into you like a white-hot brand on your soul. So, I understand completely why Vegeta prides himself on being the Prince of all Saiyans, even if the Saiyan race was basically extinct at that point.
When he told me to run with my tail tucked in between my legs, my Saiyan Pride flared inside of me, wanting nothing more than to beat him into the ground.
Well, more than I already wanted to that is...
Before I could retort, the Saiyan Royal Family had finally come out onto a balcony overlooking the arena, which silenced the crowd of rambunctious Saiyans almost immediately.
When I had set eyes upon them, I couldn't help but find myself marveling at the beautiful Saiyan woman that stood beside the King.
Who was she? I never saw a woman like her before. As I racked my brain, trying to figure out who she was, I made startling realization and quickly subverted my gaze.
That woman that I was blatantly ogling? That was Vegeta's goddamn mother!
I didn't even think Vegeta had a mother! I mean, it obviously makes sense that he does, but I've never seen her until now. Jesus Christ, did the King score a home run with her....
That face alongside her cold stare made me think that she was a woman who can and will kill you in about a thousand different ways.
Which was basically my type.
I don't know why, but a woman who can kill you whilst not giving one ounce of a shit was basically the epitome of my hotness scale.
Kinda reminds me of certain blonde android...
How many years away is the Android Saga?
"Zyleth... Nappa..." The King called out our names, looking between the both of us. "Are the two of you ready to begin?"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Nappa exclaimed, bowing his head.
I don't do the same. I don't even turn to the King. Just giving him a nod of my head as I kept my gaze firmly on Nappa. After all, there wasn't any decorum expected of me here. This was an arena, not the throne room.
"Then let the battle commence!" The King shouted.
As soon as the King had shouted that out, the crowd went crazy once more, some even shouting various bones that they wanted to see Nappa break in my body.
With a cocky smirk, Nappa spread his arms wide and started to talk. "Come on, kid. I'll even let you have the first--"
Before he could finish his sentence, I blitzed right in front of Nappa faster than he could even compute what was happened and punched him so hard that the force sent him flying into the arena's rock wall.
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[General POV]
The arena and all of its spectators went silent. So silent that you could hear a pin drop. They just saw a four year old child embed a Saiyan Elite into a wall with barely any effort.
Even the King's jaw had dropped at the display, which greatly surprised his wife. There were only a handful few times when her husband has had that look on his face, and it usually came after he had a meeting with Cold, Frieza, or Lord Beerus.
"Dear?" Sela called out, looking at her husband with a mix of curiosity and concern. "What's wrong?"
After a few seconds, the King finally seemed to finally process the question his wife had asked and answered with, "I... I couldn't follow his movements at all... I didn't even see him move... Not until Nappa was already in the wall..."
That statement surprised not just Sela, but the young Prince as well. If his father couldn't see Zyleth's movements, doesn't that mean that Zyleth was stronger than his father?
And even with the Royal Family's reaction, they still weren't the most shocked out of all those witness to this event. That belonged to Zyleth's own family, who couldn't even fathom the strength that he had.
Well... all except for one of them...
"FUCK YEAH! KICK HIS ASS, BRO!" Raditz yelled out with immense glee as he raised his fist in the air.
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[Zyleth's POV]
"That was unexpected..." I muttered to myself.
I look at my hand and flex it a little bit. I had purposely lowered the strength of that punch specifically so he didn't get knocked unconscious, but he was a lot sturdier than I thought he was going to be. I guess all that muscle really is good for something.
I knew Nappa wasn't down and out just yet. As I could feel his power level rising from Nappa-shaped hole in the arena wall. He suddenly shot out from the hole, his eyes filled with nothing but anger as he screamed from the top of his lungs.
"YOU BRAAAAAAAT!!!"
Well, looks like someone got a rage boost...
I waited until he was directly in front of me before kicking his chin and sending him up into the air. I vanish and appear directly into his turbulent path, locking my fingers together and striking him in the dead center of his back, causing him to spit out a mixture of blood and saliva.
The force of the Sledgehammer sends him barreling back into the ground, leaving him lying motionless in the center of a crater.
Oh, shit...
I slowly fly back down and land beside his body. I give him a small kick on the side, and hear him groan in pain.
Oh fuck, I thought I might have accidentally killed him. Although by the way that bruise on his back is already starting to form, I'd say that I definitely broke his back. Or at very least fractured it .
It was interesting. That rage boost put him around 10,000. Still about 14,000 too short to do anything to me, but hey, at least he tried.
I hear Nappa groan in pain again once again and I look around at the arena, seeing that no one was doing, nor saying, nor anything. They just sat there with shocked expressions with their mouths hanging open like a bunch of morons.
"Uh... Is someone going to help him?" I asked, looking around at them all.
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