The swirling currents of energy carried Bell through the fabric of the multiverse, a kaleidoscope of colors rushing past him. He floated in the void, his arms crossed, his white hair catching the light of countless dimensions.
His sharp senses reached out instinctively, and he detected two distinct energies swirling around him. One was raw and untamed, pulsing with intensity—Ki. The other was subtler, more refined and pure, with a divine undertone that resonated deeply within him. Bell raised an eyebrow as he allowed a portion of this energy to seep into him.
As he absorbed it, the divine energy seemed to shift and adapt, merging seamlessly with his being. He felt it flow through him like molten gold, invigorating and boundless. His grin widened.
"Interesting," he muttered. "It's like this energy was waiting for someone to pick it up and make it their own."
He flexed his fingers, feeling the newfound power ripple through his veins. The spatial currents intensified, and in the distance, he saw a portal crackling with red and blue light. It pulled him forward, and he allowed himself to be carried into the unknown.
Bell emerged from the portal, his boots touching solid ground on a rolling green hill. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the battlefield below. He shielded his eyes with one hand, his other resting lazily on his sword's hilt as he took in the chaotic scene before him.
The Z-Fighters—Krillin, Tien, Yamcha, Chiaotzu, and Piccolo—were battered and bruised, locked in a desperate struggle against a group of strange, plant-like creatures: Saibamen. Their explosive attacks were relentless, and the defenders of Earth were clearly outmatched.
Further off, two figures loomed, their auras menacing. One was a hulking brute with a bald head and a cruel grin—Nappa. The other was shorter but exuded a cold, calculating air—Vegeta.
Bell's crimson eyes narrowed as he watched the battle unfold. "Hmph. Guess it's time to introduce myself."
In a blur of motion, Bell descended from the hill, landing lightly between the Z-Fighters and the advancing Saibamen. The fighters looked up in shock, their faces a mix of confusion and hope.
"Who the hell are you?" Krillin shouted, his voice strained.
Bell didn't respond. He studied the Saibamen with a casual air, his sword still sheathed. The plant-like creatures snarled, baring their claws as they prepared to attack.
"Out of my way," Bell said simply, raising his hand. A faint glow surrounded it as he summoned a ball of energy. The Saibamen leapt at him, but before they could reach him, Bell unleashed the blast. It tore through the group with pinpoint precision, reducing them to ash in an instant.
"What the—?!" Nappa bellowed, his scouter beeping frantically. He tapped the device in frustration. "What's this guy's power level?!"
The scouter displayed nothing—0.
Nappa's confusion quickly turned to rage. "You think you can just waltz in here and show me up?!" he roared, his massive frame trembling with anger. He launched himself at Bell with a ground-shaking charge, his fists raised high.
Bell didn't even flinch. He closed his eyes, allowing his newfound Ki to act as a radar. The world around him slowed to a crawl as his reflexes took over. He sidestepped Nappa's punch with effortless grace, his mind still occupied with analyzing the divine energy coursing through him.
"Fascinating," Bell muttered as he dodged another attack. "My body's absorbing this energy automatically… and it's refining it into something even stronger. It's like there's no limit."
Nappa growled in frustration, throwing a flurry of punches and kicks. Each one missed by a mile as Bell's movements grew even more fluid. To an outsider, it seemed as though Bell was dancing around Nappa, his steps precise and deliberate.
Finally, Bell opened his eyes, his expression one of mild annoyance. "Are you done yet?"
Nappa roared and lunged at him again, but this time, Bell moved first. He stepped forward, his movements a blur, and delivered a single, open-handed strike to Nappa's chest. The impact sent the Saiyan flying backward, crashing into the dirt with enough force to create a small crater.
The Z-Fighters stared in stunned silence.
"What… what is this guy?" Tien whispered.
"His power level didn't even register on the scouter," Piccolo muttered, his sharp eyes narrowing. "That can only mean one thing—his energy is on a completely different level."
Up on the ridge, Vegeta watched the scene with growing interest. His arms were crossed, his scouter silent. Unlike Nappa, Vegeta was no fool—he could see that Bell was more than just another Earthling.
"Whoever this guy is," Vegeta said, a smirk creeping onto his face, "he's not normal. And if Nappa can't handle him, maybe I'll have to step in."
Meanwhile, Bell was still deep in thought. He extended his hand, allowing a tendril of divine energy to coil around his fingers. He focused on shaping it, molding it into a blade of pure light. The weapon hummed with power, its edges glowing faintly.
"Not bad," he mused. "This energy responds so easily. It's almost… eager to obey."
He turned his attention back to Nappa, who was struggling to his feet, his face contorted with rage. Bell sighed. "You're persistent, I'll give you that. But if you're hoping to land a hit, you'll need to do better than this."
Nappa charged again, but Bell didn't even bother to move this time. Instead, he raised his glowing blade and swung it in a wide arc. The strike wasn't direct—it was a flying slash, a wave of energy that sliced through the air and struck Nappa with devastating force.
Nappa stumbled, his armor cracked and smoking. He looked down at his chest, his eyes widening in shock. "What… what the hell was that?!"
Bell smirked. "Just a little trick I picked up. Don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from."
As Bell prepared to finish Nappa off, a ripple of energy washed over the battlefield. He looked up, his keen senses detecting a new presence approaching rapidly. The energy was familiar—raw, untamed, and full of potential.
A grin spread across Bell's face. "So, the real fun begins."