Three redheads, standing before one another, preparing to leave one of them unconscious. Baezel and Radichio, both wielding Super Saiyan God together. Phoenix, the newly rejuvenated prodigy. So far, it seemed as though our two heroes could only match or barely surpass her. But by the end of this, at least one of them was going to be down for the count. They stared each other down, enthusiasm bursting from their eyes. For everyone else, it was like the air around them was getting heavier and more humid. They were literally sweating, due to the sheer power difference.
"What the hell..." Draft commented. "We're in a polynya, which should be cold, like the Arctic...yet I'm sweating as though I'm wearing five layers in the summer!" He wiped sweat off of his brow, as he watched the man that he once rivaled prepare for battle. The rocks began to tear out of the ground once again, as Baezel and Radichio's expressions changed to that of intense determination, as the trio of red-haired warriors let out battle cries. Their auras burst to life, blowing away anyone who wasn't powerful enough to fight them.
The battlefield crackled with an electric tension, a palpable aura of power that sent shivers down the spines of those who dared to watch. It was a scene of sheer magnificence, a testament to the pinnacle of martial prowess, and the clash between Phoenix and the united forces of Baezel and Radichio.
Phoenix, a living embodiment of unrestrained power, radiated an awe-inspiring presence. Her crimson and gold aura burned like a celestial fire, casting an otherworldly glow upon her form. Every movement she made was a symphony of grace and fury, her lithe figure a blur as she danced through the maelstrom of battle.
Baezel and Radichio, two warriors of indomitable spirit, were a stark contrast to the ethereal beauty of Phoenix. Their Super Saiyan God forms blazed with intense, incandescent energy, their hair shimmering with an otherworldly crimson hue. The sheer force of their presence sent shockwaves rippling through the very fabric of reality.
As the battle began, the clash of their powers created a shockwave that shattered the ground beneath them. Each step they took left a blazing trail of energy, scorching the earth and leaving a testament to their might. Their eyes, twin orbs of determination, were locked onto Phoenix, their grins of excitement revealing a thirst for the challenge that lay before them.
Phoenix moved with breathtaking speed, her movements a seamless fusion of grace and power. Her strikes were a blur, each one a precision-guided missile seeking its target. She weaved through the barrage of attacks from Baezel and Radichio with a grace that defied the laws of physics, her body twisting and contorting like a living tornado.
Baezel and Radichio, united in their purpose, fought as one. Their attacks were a synchronized ballet of destruction, a relentless assault that seemed to have no end. They moved in perfect harmony, anticipating each other's moves with uncanny precision. The shockwaves generated by their blows sent shockwaves of energy rippling through the battlefield, leaving devastation in their wake.
Phoenix, however, was not one to be underestimated. Her power surged with each passing moment, her aura growing brighter and more intense. She met their attacks head-on, her defenses impenetrable, and her counters devastating. Each punch and kick she delivered carried the weight of a supernova, sending shockwaves of energy cascading outward.
The battlefield became a canvas of chaos and beauty, a tapestry of light and power that defied comprehension. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and the very air crackled with the energy of their clashes. Each moment was a symphony of power, a crescendo of might that left those who witnessed it in a state of awe.
Phoenix's superiority was evident, her strength surpassing that of Baezel and Radichio individually. But the duo, with their unwavering determination and flawless teamwork, proved to be a formidable challenge. They pushed themselves beyond their limits, tapping into reservoirs of power they never knew existed.
The battle was a dance of gods, a relentless struggle for supremacy. Phoenix, the prodigy, fought with all her might, but Baezel and Radichio, united in purpose and spirit, gave her a battle that transcended the boundaries of mortal comprehension. Each clash of fists and feet was a testament to their unyielding resolve, a declaration that they would not back down, no matter the odds.
In the crucible of this titanic clash, the golden question loomed large: Who truly was the strongest under the heavens? To some, the answer was obvious. In terms of raw strength, Phoenix was superior to them individually. To others, the answer was more multi-sided. Despite her superior individual strength, she was struggling quite a lot. The answer remained up in the air, hidden within the swirling maelstrom of power and determination that defined this epic confrontation.
Draft, his usually cocky demeanor now tinged with a hint of jealousy, couldn't help but grit his teeth as he watched the duel. His eyes, once filled with the confident spark of a warrior who believed himself to be at the peak of his abilities, now harbored a flicker of insecurity.
He leaned over to Parakress, his voice barely audible over the cacophony of battle. "Lemogras, I believe that you remember this fondly. But if you never knew, Parakress...back in the day, almost 20 years ago, I could've take on Baezel in his strongest form with Max Power Super Human, my strongest form," he muttered, a note of frustration creeping into his words. "Now look at these two. Stepping into godhood like it's a stroll in the park. I've worked just as hard as you Saiyans, yet I'm still falling behind!"
Parakress, ever the composed and collected one, nodded in acknowledgment. His gaze remained fixed on the battle, analyzing every move with a keen eye. "Indeed, Draft. We Saiyans have made remarkable progress. I understand what it's like to be surpassed in strength by those two; Baezel did it to me when we first met with Super Saiyan 4. The guy literally achieved it on accident! But...we all have our own paths to follow. Strength comes in many forms."
Lemogras, the youngest among them, watched the battle with a mix of fascination and trepidation. He had witnessed their growth firsthand, having trained alongside his father and Radichio. He couldn't deny the incredible power they now possessed.
"Not to mention that it isn't just about power," he chimed in, trying to inject a note of optimism into the conversation. "It's about pushing our limits and growing stronger. We've all got our unique abilities. Baezel and Radichio are just taking a different path, that's all."
Draft nodded, though the frustration still simmered beneath the surface. He knew his star pupil was right, but the desire to keep up with his comrades burned within him. He turned his attention back to the battle, his eyes tracking the lightning-fast movements of the Saiyans. That was when an idea popped into his brain...an idea that would hopefully make him the strongest non-fused, non-godly person on Earth. He remembered the words that the Kaioshin said to him five years ago...
"So about that potential unlocking you mentioned...you said it would take a day?"
"That is correct, but it would depend on your strength..."
"Of course! I'll unlock my potential! Then I won't be surpassed by those Saiyans anymore..." Draft thought.
As the battle continued to unfold, it became clear that the trio of observers were witnessing something extraordinary. The clash of titans in front of them was not just a test of strength but a testament to the unyielding spirit of warriors who sought to reach new heights. While Draft couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, he knew exactly what he was going to do after this.
In the heat of the battle, as the second phase raged on, Baezel and Radichio found themselves gaining the upper hand against Phoenix. Their coordinated attacks and seamless teamwork made it increasingly difficult for her to counter their onslaught.
Baezel, in particular, was pushing himself to the limits, occasionally channeling the power of the Kaioken into his feet and fists for those critical, split-second bursts of speed and strength. Each time he did, his strikes became blurs of motion, hitting Phoenix with relentless precision. These bursts of Kaioken were turning the tide in their favor, giving them a critical edge against their formidable opponent.
However, the cost of this power was becoming increasingly evident. Baezel's stamina was rapidly depleting with each burst of Kaioken. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, and his breathing grew heavy. Yet, he pressed on, determined to give it his all.
As the battle raged on, Phoenix found herself on the defensive, struggling to keep up with the Saiyan duo's ferocious assault. Her energy reserves were being drained, and her once-confident demeanor had shifted to one of growing concern. Baezel and Radichio had found her weaknesses, exploiting them with relentless precision.
By the end of the second phase, Baezel was visibly exhausted. His movements had become slower, and he was gasping for breath. The immense strain of channeling the Kaioken for those bursts had taken its toll. Yet, he remained steadfast, unwilling to back down, even in the face of exhaustion. He pulled back a bit, clasping his fists together. A singular droplet of sweat trickled down the worn-out Saiyan's forehead, as he wiped the blood off of his lip.
"Phoenix...you may have come here for a fight. And you've been given one. But this...is no longer a fight, you see. You looked for a fight, and you're getting a BEATING!!" he roared, as his pinkish-red aura burst into a red pillar of flames, as the Kaioken engulfed his body one last time. If this final flurry of attacks didn't put Phoenix down, nothing would. With multiple afterimages around Phoenix, he landed a fierce, bone-shattering kick onto her chin, followed up with a bicycle kick. He landed on all fours and rushed at punched Phoenix straight in the chest, barraging her with a flurry of ki-infused punches. After performing a Kiai, he raised his fist up in the air. It seemed as though he was forming a red Genkidama in his hand, which he rose down and pulled back. He poured every last bit of ki that he had in his one fist, screaming as the ki circulated from his body to his fist. Radichio rushed up towards him, and charged up his ki.
Phoenix stood up, bruised and battered. She wiped her nose, as her hands shook. Her vision was...hazy, to say the least. All she could see was two dudes with red auras - and one dude with a really red aura - about to rush towards her. Now that Radichio was at full power, he did the same thing as Baezel; channeling a large portion of ki into one fist. They held their ki-infused hands together, as they burst towards Phoenix. Their final attack was prepared, and the two of them screamed. Had this been animated, the camera would've been flashing between Phoenix and Baezel and Radichio together, with increasing speed, before cutting to a shot of their eyes together.
"TWIN GRAVITY BASH!!"
They uppercutted her with their combined fists, launching her high into the air. Putting their hands together, they spread them out wide, as a pillar of red ki shot up from the ground to blast Phoenix sky-high. The resulting explosion was so great; it could be seen as a small red glimmer from space. At ground level, the entire area now looked as though it was entirely composed of darkly-colored mountains and magma blocks from Minecraft. The ground was hot and cracked, and the ice-cold water had evaporated. The sky was now darkened, and filled with thick, black smoke. Baezel and Radichio were both on the ground, laid out in an x-position. Phoenix was fully worn out, barely alive. The rest of the Grand Battlers were covered in soot and rubble, as they had to make sure everyone was still alive.
The aftermath of the titanic battle was a scene of desolation and exhaustion. Baezel, Radichio, and Phoenix were all left battered and barely clinging to life, their bodies bearing the heavy toll of their ferocious clash.
As the dust settled and the smoke dissipated, Lemogras, with concern etched across his face, dashed over to his father's side. He urgently shook Baezel, who groggily opened his eyes and managed to sit up, his movements slow and labored. Radichio, similarly battered, struggled to his feet with Lemogras's help.
Phoenix, her arm cradled in pain, was the last to rise. Her face was a portrait of agony, but she refused to let out a single cry of pain. She had pushed herself to the absolute limit in this battle, and it showed in every strained movement she made.
Baezel, now back on his feet, couldn't help but muse on what would come next for Phoenix. He had seen her incredible strength and determination, and he knew she had the potential to achieve great things.
"So, Phoenix," Baezel began, his voice still weakened by the battle, "what's next for you? You've got a world of possibilities ahead."
Phoenix, her gaze distant and contemplative, replied, "I'm not entirely sure, Baezel. Perhaps... I'll consider living with Radichio."
Baezel raised an eyebrow, a knowing glint in his eye. "Radichio, huh? Any particular reason?"
A subtle, almost imperceptible blush crept onto Phoenix's cheeks. She looked at Radichio, who was still recovering but had a gentle smile on his face. "Well, I admire strength, and even though you and Radichio have it in spades...you're already taken, Baezel, so I'll have to settle for your best friend. Plus, you've both proven yourselves as the greatest challengers I've ever had in my entire 43 years of living. There's something about him that...intrigues me."
Baezel chuckled, a playful glimmer in his eye. "Hou? We-he-hell then, I see how it is. Well, you won't find better sparring partners than Radichio and I, that's for sure."
With a weary but contented smile, Baezel extended a hand towards Phoenix. "You know, it's not every day you meet someone as fierce and determined as you, Phoenix. I have a feeling you'll find your place here, whether it's training with us, exploring new horizons, or simply enjoying the peace that follows a good fight."
Phoenix accepted Baezel's hand with a grateful nod, their fingers intertwining for a moment. She found herself warming to the idea of staying with Radichio, both as a way to hone her incredible power and, perhaps, to explore the budding connection she felt with the spiky-haired Saiyan.
As for Radichio, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and admiration for Phoenix. Her strength and tenacity had left a lasting impression on him, and he looked forward to the prospect of training alongside her. He couldn't deny the growing attraction he felt towards this formidable warrior, and the idea of facing future challenges together was an enticing one.
The rest of the Grand Battlers gathered around, their expressions a mix of exhaustion and relief. They had witnessed a battle of epic proportions and emerged from it stronger and more united than ever. Draft, Parakress, and Lemogras had their own thoughts about the battle, particularly the ever-increasing power of their Saiyan comrades.
Draft, though slightly envious of their newfound strength, couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his friend and former rival's achievements. He knew that he too had his own path to follow and his own potential to unlock.
Parakress, ever the calm and observant one, silently marveled at the bonds formed during the battle. He understood that the entire gang's journey was far from over, and he remained focused on the future challenges that awaited them.
Lemogras, ever the energetic and supportive one despite him being a young man in his 20s, couldn't contain his excitement. He looked at his father and Phoenix with a mischievous grin, sensing the unspoken connection between them. "Well, well, looks like we've got ourselves a Saiyan-Stoicheioan love story in the making!"
The others laughed, their exhaustion momentarily forgotten in the camaraderie of the moment. The battle had been fierce, but it had also brought them closer together, forging bonds that would carry them through whatever challenges lay ahead.
As the dust settled and the sun began to break through the darkened sky, the Grand Battlers turned their gaze to the horizon. The future was uncertain, but they were ready to face it together, stronger than ever before. However, despite all the happiness in the air, there was a slight sense of...worry.