The city was lively and full of energy, its streets bustling with activity. But even amidst the chaos of daily life, the destruction in the nearby villages hadn't gone unnoticed. A report of a strange, flying figure had reached the city's authorities, and among them was Krillin, now working as a dedicated policeman.
Not far behind, Gohan, clad in his Great Saiyaman suit, had been monitoring the situation as well. The sudden absence of life energy in the region was a red flag, and he decided to investigate. As Krillin coordinated with local officers on the ground, Gohan approached from above, soaring through the air in search of the source of this ominous disturbance.
As the mysterious figure approached the city's outskirts, it was Krillin who encountered him first, his police hovercar screeching to a halt on the side of the road. He stepped out, his police badge gleaming in the sunlight, and positioned himself between the figure and the city.
Gohan, having spotted the confrontation from above, landed gracefully beside his old friend, the two now standing shoulder-to-shoulder. The figure stopped walking, tilting his head slightly as if examining the duo. The air grew heavy as the three figures stared each other down.
Krillin, ever the professional, broke the silence first.
Krillin: "Hey, stop right there! I don't know who you are, but I've got a lot of questions about what happened in those villages. You'd better start talking!"
Gohan (as Great Saiyaman): "You're not giving us much choice here, stranger. If you're responsible for all that destruction, we can't let you take another step toward this city."
???: "... Great... Which what duo am I dealing with this time?... A duo of idiots wearing costumes? Or is just only one of you that stupid?... Doesn't matter. I prefer to not know, humans with human stuff."
He snapped the fingers of his right hand, and blue sparkles appeared around his hand, and multiple dragon skulls with horns at his sides.
???: "You are just more free Exp..."
Krillin: "H-Hey, what's with those dragon skulls?!" He takes a defensive stance, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "I don't know what your deal is, but you're not scaring us that easily!"
Gohan (as Great Saiyaman): "Free experience? What are you talking about?!" He steps forward, raising a hand as if to signal Krillin to calm down. "Look, we're not here to fight if we don't have to. But if you keep threatening innocent people, you're not giving us much of a choice!"
The air was thick with tension. The mysterious figure, his presence still an enigma, stood firm against the two warriors who now floated before him. His breath was steady, but his mind seemed distant, lost in thought. Then, at last, he spoke.
The Encounter Turns to Battle
???: "You... But I am... And for innocent... I'm the one who will judge that..."
With a swift movement of his right hand, the dragon skulls beside him jolted to life, their empty eye sockets glowing ominously. Without hesitation, beams of energy shot from their gaping maws, cutting through the air like lances of destruction.
Gohan and Krillin reacted instantly, leaping into the sky as the beams exploded against the ground, sending shockwaves through the valley. They dodged with ease, their years of battle experience making the attacks seem sluggish, yet something about them was unnerving.
The figure's hands moved with precision, controlling the skulls while summoning jagged bones from the earth behind him, each one lunging toward the two warriors like spears.
For Gohan and Krillin, the attacks were new, unlike anything they'd encountered before, but against their speed, they were nothing more than an obstacle course. The battlefield became a spectacle of flying bones and energy beams, a chaotic storm of unfamiliar techniques that, despite their visual intensity, moved far too slow to be a true threat.
Close Combat Turns the Tide
Realizing the ranged attacks were futile, Gohan and Krillin rushed in, closing the gap with lightning-fast movement.
A punch—blocked.
A kick—dodged.
A palm strike—barely deflected.
The mysterious figure stumbled, his breath hitching as he struggled against their sheer martial skill. Every move he made was countered, every attempt at distancing himself was cut off. Close combat was his weakness. He lacked the instincts, the training—his power came from something else entirely, and it was failing him in this moment.
Sweat formed on his brow. His breathing became labored. He was losing.
Then, Gohan and Krillin halted, hovering just above the battlefield, sensing the shift in their opponent's state. They had won.
Or so they thought.
The Battlefield Becomes a Graveyard
The mysterious figure, still catching his breath, ignored their attempts at dialogue. His expression twisted as his thoughts raced. His mind refused to accept what had just happened.
Then—his eyes clenched shut.
Then—they snapped open, burning with an unnatural blue flame.
His arms rose to the sky, fingers splayed wide, and before Gohan and Krillin could react—
BOOM.
Both hands slammed down onto the earth.
The ground trembled violently, a deep, guttural rumbling that spread for miles. And then—
It happened.
Massive, towering bones erupted from the ground, breaking through everything in a 100-meter radius. They tore through mountains, pierced the clouds, and continued upward—far beyond Earth's atmosphere—
—until they collided with nearby planets, shattering them on impact.
Gohan and Krillin easily dodged the devastation, weaving between the titanic bone formations. But they were sweating now. This wasn't about winning anymore—this thing was capable of planetary-level destruction.
Krillin is Crushed, Gohan Intervenes
Krillin, realizing the chaos needed to stop, charged his ki and prepared to rush in—
But then—
A blue aura engulfed him. His body froze.
"What the—?!"
In an instant, he was hurled through the battlefield, crashing violently into the massive bones, over and over, each impact leaving him more battered than before.
Gohan's eyes widened. He turned to their opponent—
The figure's right hand moved rapidly, glowing with the same eerie blue aura that controlled Krillin's movements.
Gohan acted.
A quick ki blast, fired with precision.
It traveled at blinding speed—
But—SHLK.
A bone materialized out of nowhere, blocking the blast. The explosion sent a shockwave through the area, pushing the mysterious figure backward, slamming him into the jagged rocks behind him.
Krillin was released.
Regrouping Before the Unknown
Krillin gasped for air, coughing from the repeated impacts. Gohan landed beside him, eyes scanning for any signs of serious injury.
"You alright?"
"Y-Yeah... I've had worse..." Krillin groaned, rubbing the back of his head.
They both turned their attention to their opponent, who was still slumped against the rocks, blood dripping from his mouth, his right hand clutching his torso where the explosion had hit. The ground below him was stained red.
Despite his injuries, his expression was unreadable.
An Attempt at Dialogue
Gohan (as Great Saiyaman): "Are you alright? You seemed pretty strong, but you gave us no choice."
Krillin: "Yeah, sorry for going so hard on you, but it had to be done."
The mysterious figure's eyes flickered as he studied them, his face tense with thought.
???: "...How... How can you use whatever type of magic that is?... Humans... I thought you weren't capable of using magic... You aren't supposed to can use magic..."
Krillin blinked. "Magic? What are you talking about? We used ki techniques."
The figure's expression darkened.
???: "...What kind of humans are you?... And what is this 'ki' thing?"
Frieza Arrives
Before Gohan could respond—
A shadow loomed overhead.
A massive spacecraft—**gleaming white and gold—**descended, casting a dark silhouette over the battlefield.
The air turned cold.
Krillin's stomach dropped. "No way..."
The ship's doors hissed open, and from within, Frieza's soldiers stepped forward, their weapons raised but not yet firing.
Then—
That familiar, chilling laugh.
"Ho ho ho ho~!"
Floating out from the darkness of the ship, Frieza emerged, his sleek, pale form reflecting the dim light. His long tail swayed behind him, and his red eyes gleamed with amusement as he took in the scene before him. He was in his final form—his natural state—and yet his very presence was enough to freeze the air.
His gaze flickered between Gohan, Krillin, and the mysterious figure slumped against the rocks. He tilted his head slightly, a smirk creeping onto his lips.
"Now, what do we have here? A couple of familiar nuisances… and an interesting new face."
His eyes briefly scanned the colossal bones that pierced the sky, extending far beyond Earth's atmosphere. His smirk widened.
"I must say, I don't recall the last time I saw something quite so dramatic. Those bones—so massive... so destructive. Quite the impressive display. It caught my attention even from deep in space. Naturally, I simply had to come and see the little monster responsible for it."
Frieza's eyes locked onto the wounded mysterious figure, analyzing him with intrigue.
"And what exactly are you? You're certainly not a Saiyan… you don't even have ki. How fascinating."
Frieza floated a little closer, crossing his arms.
"Well? Do tell me—what is your name?"
The mysterious figure, still leaning against the jagged rocks, slowly turned his head toward the new presence. His breathing was heavy, his body struggling, but his eyes, burning with an intense blue flame, locked onto Frieza.
He scanned the tyrant from head to toe, taking in his sleek, unnatural form, his white and purple bio-exoskeleton, and his cold, calculating expression.
???: "... A lizard monster?... You are actually the first one I see like... how you are... I don't know what kind of monster you are, but... better look at you than... these humans..."
With a deep, strained breath, the mysterious figure forced himself upright, pushing away from the rocks. Though his body was clearly exhausted, he now stood tall, his darkened green-and-blue eyes fixed on Frieza.
???: "... I'm..."
He paused.
His gaze flickered toward Gohan and Krillin, observing them in silence for a moment. Something unreadable crossed his face—a hesitation, a calculation—before he turned his focus back to Frieza.
???: "... The name is Raziel..."
Then—
Blue sparkles erupted around his body. A pulse of blue energy surged outward.
In an instant, Raziel vanished, leaving behind a trail of glitching, blue sparks.
Frieza's eyes widened slightly. It was brief—a flicker of surprise—but he remained composed. His gaze snapped forward, just in time to see Raziel reappear directly in front of him.
For the first time, Frieza got a closer look at this strange being. Despite his exhaustion, Raziel stood unwavering, his expression neutral, but his presence unsettling.
Frieza tilted his head, his smirk returning.
"Teleportation? Interesting. Not ki-based, either… You continue to intrigue me, Raziel."
He studied him for a moment longer, then let out a small chuckle.
"Very well. Whatever you are, your power is… unique. And I do enjoy collecting unique things."
Frieza turned mid-air, his tail swaying behind him, and casually floated toward his ship. His soldiers immediately made way, standing at attention.
Without hesitation, Raziel followed. He made no protest, no argument. He simply walked after Frieza, as if this was the natural course of action.
Gohan and Krillin tensed.
Krillin: "Wait, what?! You're just going with him?!"
Gohan: "Frieza, what are you planning?"
Frieza halted at the entrance of his ship and gave them both a smug glance over his shoulder.
"Oh, nothing you need to concern yourselves with. You've had your fun… now I believe it's my turn to learn more about our little anomaly."
Raziel did not look back.
The doors of the spaceship hissed shut.
The engines roared to life.
And in an instant—Frieza's ship ascended, vanishing into the sky.
Gohan and Krillin could only watch.
They had stopped one disaster… but they had no idea what new threat had just begun.
Narrator End: The Soul Paradox Saga has only just begun.