Vibrant scarlet light flickered at the end of Dr. Puri's open palm, forming a round source of light that grew larger and larger as the artificial woman channeled more and more energy into it. Just when Dr. Puri felt content with unleashing all of her stored power upon the battered and broken Saiyan king, an iron grip locked around her wrist with so much crushing force that it flat out choked the energy blast out. Android 21 turned up to follow the salad-green line that connected to the hand holding her and its owner.

"You..." Artificial Human No. 21 hissed at Piccolo, who levitated in mid-air with his arm extended all the way from his aerial position to the artificial woman. The Ultimate Namekian had a bemused face with the appropriate amount of grumpiness in it to represent the lack of words he had uttered to the woman so far.

Piccolo's facial features turned more savage as his entire face twisted into a sick expression of wrath and sadism combined. The Namekian warrior pulled his extended arm back to place, taking Dr. Puri for an extended ride alongside it. Just to make sure that the infernal woman behaved, Piccolo shot an overwhelming cross to her gut that nearly punched right through the Android's body, stretching her middle section out and bending it grievously no body was meant to cave in on the backside. Android 21 wheezed and spat up some black bile from her mouth.

Turning his body around nearly a full 180 degrees, Piccolo swatted the devastated Artificial Human No. 21 aside while forming an Explosive Demon Energy Wave in his right hand and turning his entire body around to launch it toward his airborne opponent in a manner similar to how Nail launched his Mystic Flasher at his opponents. Android 21 curled into a ball, forming a pink energy wave around her entire body as the explosive Ki wave swallowed her and drowned her out.

Dr. Puri's semi-conscious body flung out from the massive energy wave beaming out into space and smashed through a stray, pummeled hovercar before bouncing off of a few more decorations of the devastated landscape and falling flat on her face. Bruises and adequately sized burns decorated most of the artificial woman's body while her checkered dress had been scratched and tattered from the intensity of the attacks of the universe's strongest warriors she's been taking on one by one without respite.

"Stand up..." Piccolo stated calmly yet with certain bluntness as he descended behind the woman. The Ultimate Namekian rolled his knuckles and stretched himself out. "Did you think I was going to be content fighting your dogs for what you did to Planet Namek? Ever since I've fused with the bodies of those whose lives you've ruined, their plights for vengeance have helped me to filter out that filth you've pumped into our atmosphere. It helped me survive your best attempts at snuffing my species out. Now it's about time you pay for all that you've done."

"P... Piccolo..." Goku's faint voice called out to the Namekian from a stray platform teetering over an abyss that shined with a fiery glow from down below. Both the Earth-raised Saiyan warrior and his converted father laid near each other with grisly wounds on their chests with blood and some sort of bio-fluid pooling under them.

"Shut up, Son. Don't you dare interfere. This woman poisoned Planet Namek and employed Frieza and his father to butcher the Dragon Clan out. All so that we didn't make a new set of Dragon Balls," Piccolo clenched his fists as veins shot out at the back of his hands. The Ultimate Namekian reared his fangs. "And on top of it all... She still thinks of herself as a hero. With all the misguided, rotten things she's done, the Namekians whose genocide she's overseen, she still thinks herself in a position to save anyone!"

A brilliant and transparent Ki washed over Piccolo. It's might swat Dr. Puri aside like a rag doll, smashing her through a couple of small dome-shaped residential buildings and rolling her over a few crashed hovercars and trees along her way while Piccolo approached his fallen nemesis with lustrous violet orbs of energy appearing in both his hands. A golden electrical field surrounded both energy blasts. The jolts occasionally touched each other, trying to form a single, grander whole and achieve their full potential.

"You're right..." Android 21 said, pushing her body off the ground yet lacking the strength to straighten her back so the wear and tear forced her to hunch and waver before the approaching justice. "Everything I did was for the betterment of not just Earth but the entire Universe. I couldn't let you create another set of Dragon Balls. Those things are dangerous. Every time you use them, a tremendous amount of negative energy, just like the one that consumed Planet Namek, is released across the Universe. When Kami was still in control, he must have managed that process and didn't let anyone abuse those artifacts but nowadays... You create additional sets of Dragon Balls because the old ones can't keep up with your wishes anymore. You'll ruin everything just like you've ruined my life."

"Bring that bullshit with you to hell. I'm sure the other ogres will love listening to you talk as much as you do," Piccolo mocked the woman and raised his flashing hand over his head. Before he could seal the deal and finish the job, the speakers over the rooftops of every building through which Dr. Puri and her cybernetic legion spoke and spread propaganda to the fleeing and hiding civilian survivors, released a shrill and overwhelming noise from them.

The body of the Ultimate Namekian froze in place as his beady and sharp eyes became dull and unfocused. Piccolo gasped for air as his entire body trembled in a vain struggle against stiffness as sharp and artificially modified tunes resembling whistling but amped up to eleven thousand began slicing through the eardrums of anyone close enough to the city to hear it. Piccolo bellowed and staggered back, grabbing hold of his head as he felt like trying to rip his whole ears off, but it didn't seem like anything less than flaying his own flesh off of his bones would stop this agony.

"I've learned so many interesting things from Lord Slug's invasion. It didn't seem logical to me that you could just rip off your ears to prevent whistling from affecting you. Lord Slug mentioned the Arlians' whistling to be particularly agonizing to him, so I've studied their bodies and experimented on living subjects to determine the exact pitch that causes you Namekians trouble. Obviously, I found mother nature to be lacking, so I've since improved on the pitch as well and the volume, finding just the right tune to make you crave death the most," Android 21 huffed a few more times before straightening her back and stretching herself. "Don't even bother tearing your ears off too. Sound waves this intense seep through your very skin pores. It's impossible for you to do anything but crumble and accept defeat. As long as you live, you can never touch me because of that irksome sound."

A resonance blasted through the ground, knocking Piccolo, who had crumbled to his knees, into the air and flipping him over like a pancake. Even Dr. Puri had to stumble and work her best magic to maintain balance atop the collapsing tectonic plate. The Android took off into the air, scanning the area for more potential attackers with the cutting-edge battle power scouting technology inside her. Her scans stopped at a lone, sky-high, and still rising energy signature in her own tower.

"SHUT... UP!" a primal growl, so intense it formed a shock wave as it passed through the remote battlefield where Dr. Puri was finishing off the top of the Dragon Team that came to join the effort of stopping her, made Puri's heart freeze up.

"SHUT UP! SHUT... UP!" it repeated again and again as the ground continued to shake. Not only did the quakes not let up, but they've escalated with intensity. Unable to stay standing, the separate platform pillars crumbled into the bubbling magma down below alongside the buildings, cars, and trees that it fostered.

"The air..." Android 21 looked around. "What's happening to the air... It's become... So heavy."

Not only did the air on the entire Earth become thicker and denser throughout, but actually became visible as light bent out of shape. This phenomenon made a dreamy, mirage-like atmosphere take the central stage that didn't let Dr. Puri focus on the source of this calamity. Just as she felt like all of this was too much and not even her analytical, scientist brain could wrap around it, a mocking peal of laughter made Artificial Human No. 21 look down at where Vegeta laid on his back and waited to be finished off.

"You've done it now, Puri..." Vegeta coughed out alongside some blood. "You thought you'd planned for it all. My tendency to self-destruct, Kakarot being a pure-hearted imbecile, Piccolo's Namekian anatomy... But what if one of us actually moves past our weaknesses and blasts right through your schemes? What if your precious preparation goes out the window? Can you hang with us and still keep up that rotten smirk on your face then, Puri?"

The Android pointed her finger at Vegeta. She honored the thought of punching through his heart with a finger beam before the entire sky went black and a deafening outburst leveled the entire upper half of her administrational tower. The pixel of energy from which her finger beam would have manifested faded away as Dr. Puri lost the focus needed to sustain it. Instead, she turned for the devastated Puri & Co tower and grabbed her head in distress as she felt like the solid ground under her feet was beginning to roll and shift.

An emerald flame, the size of a building, blazed on from the still intact portion of her tower. This made the Puri & Co structure look like an improvised torch of green light. More and more, the air around the emerald flame turned thicker as the bright light at its edges expanded, overwhelming and drowning everything around in its radiance. All matter became just black, inky botches in the face of the torrential luster of absolute white.

Artificial Human No. 21 pushed and struggled against the raw, overflowing energy that seemed to devastate and overpower even her best suppression fields and overload her entire tower to cause it to explode so violently. As the flash of light returned closer to its source, a lone, muscular feminine figure stood with her arms by her sides and legs spread wide. A golden aura of blazing texture laid at the outer edges of the woman's form as the very dust and rubble of the collapsing building around her dyed gold imbued with the energy she was purging from her body.

A resonance spread through the city. The air became so thick that every window in West City sprinkled into a shower of silicon dust. This time, instead of overwhelming brightness, the energy and matter all seeped back into the lone female form as she continued to gain bulk and weight. Everything became blinding black, everything but the source of astonishing energy that remained the sole visible form, absorbing all surrounding light within herself.

"The air... It's... Pulling me toward her with such ferocity!" Android 21 clenched her hands and grit her teeth, igniting the full vigor of her aura and calling forth to every ounce of energy she could muster so that she didn't become absorbed into this singularity of overflowing power.

The pull became more pronounced, more focused, and more orderly. The female Saiyan letting out a majestic roar from the top of the emerald torch where she shined brightly in a world of darkness was a hole in space-time that ruptured the fabric of reality itself and began pulling and tugging at it, forming a sort of whirlpool of space that attracted everything around her toward her just like a maelstrom washed and drowned everything into its eye.

Then the lustrous purge. A beacon of energy. A fling returning everything that the rampaging icon of power had absorbed within herself millionfold and emitting bright quasar of unrelenting unconceding force. Such calamitous happening could have only led to an explosion and the air had become so thick a blast leveled the entire western area of the continent, flattening it into a hellish landscape.

And from the boundless destruction, from the deluge of space-time itself, Chayote finally rose from the torch where she's been shining brightly, enveloped with a mixture of a golden and emerald outline around her body while her dulled out eyes beamed an amber glow and pulsing veins translated the unparalleled stress her whole body was under. Chayote weathered the tide of her own unparalleled power and the unrelenting currents and curvatures in the fabric of reality itself as she rose from the throne of the leveled Puri & Co and her battle cry abandoned its primal and animalistic grumbling and left only the voice of a thoroughly pissed off woman crying out into her devastated corner of what she's known as paradise.

"You've got to be kidding me..." Android 21 crossed her arms up. Her systems couldn't keep up with all the different warnings and suggestions they've been issuing the Artificial Human to where Dr. Puri had to override them manually and shut those systems off. "Noise... Annoying sounds tipped you off?"

"It wasn't just sounds, Puri..." Piccolo somehow overcame Chayote's radiating pressure enough to get to one knee instead of laying at his opponent's mercy. There was not a single functioning megaphone to whistle his doom into the atmosphere and so the Ultimate Namekian was free. "Chayote died many years ago and was meant to go to Paradise. For whatever reason, the supreme authorities of the Otherworld brought her to live here instead. More bafflingly, somehow, this Saiyan has learned to love it here more than anywhere else in the universe. Earth has become her paradise and you'll have to go through her if you want to do as you want here."

"This is ridiculous, I've spent an entire lifetime planning out her destruction!" Android 21 objected, shaking a fist at Piccolo only for Vegeta to laugh out again as he laid seated up by the wreckage of some building.

"No halfway decent strategy ever includes facing the Legendary Super Saiyan in battle. I think I understand it now... Me, Kakarot, and Trunks... We're all just imitating her. We're just little toy soldiers for her to play around with, but she's the real deal. The one in a thousand years Legendary Super Saiyan..." Vegeta cackled before clutching for his burning ribs. "I'm glad we've come here to Earth, no other place in the Universe has a show as entertaining as Chayote's about to put by thrashing you all over this planet."

"Give me a break with all that Legendary Super Saiyan nonsense... She's not even in the Super Saiyan form, I've pummeled her thoroughly and left her half-dead. Just like all of you are now!" Android 21 barked back, swiping her hand in dismissal of the warnings from the defeated warriors hanging beneath her.

Chayote flexed her bulk, exploding with a tainted emerald glow that clobbered Android 21 aside with a dull force shock wave and left the devastated Android reeling and struggling to recover after a myriad of aerial backward rolls. The body shape of the hysterical Saiyan became abstract and washed out, as it seemed like Chayote's own power was ripping her apart on a fundamental level.

An emerald lightning bolt socked Chayote from the dark, swirling heavenly shroud. The strike ignited a dome-shaped field of emerald energy to expand around Chayote before it had reached its climax and burst into a pillar-shaped energy beam scorching through the choking gloom in the atmosphere and beaconing out into space. As the remnants of Puri & Co tower collapsed underneath her, Chayote stayed airborne with her muscular arms stretched out to the sides and her eyes beaming malicious red. The overflowing pillar of raw power stabilized and began resonating with azure energy rings.

The entire emerald pillar absorbed within Chayote, forming a round nova of emerald energy that beamed out with destructive rays outward. This put Artificial Human No. 21 on-guard as she swiftly navigated around the decimating destruction rays while Chayote roared out one final time, expanding the nova of energy around her into a wild mass of energy that detonated with no degree of remorse before returning to burn brightly around her as a golden outline core with an emerald aura around it.

"I've never even seen Chayote becoming a Super Saiyan... This is wild... This rivals Trunks' power from back then..." Goku winced in pain as he helped his father back up on his feet. With Chayote's Super Saiyan transformation occupying all of Dr. Puri's attention, her control over Bardock's body had slithered away.

"Of course... No matter what improvements or evolutions we put on this form, the best we can hope for is to imitate her..." Vegeta hissed out while stumbling back on his own wobbly two feet. "Whether it's to go wilder or less wild and more controlled and balanced... All we do is just borrow a power that's rightfully hers and spin it in our own ways. We should be grateful that she's such a disappointment of a Legendary Super Saiyan with no pride or ferocity to her... The original Legendary Super Saiyan would have obliterated all of us on the spot for daring to bask in his spotlight."

"Wow, this has to be the humblest I've heard you be, Vegeta..." Goku snickered, rubbing his nose with his free hand. "Though I don't know if I agree with you there. Look at her eyes, Chayote's plenty ferocious right now. I'm just worried how we'll get a handle on her once she's stomped and smashed Puri into the ground..."

"We beg for mercy..." Vegeta gnashed his teeth, shaking in his own helplessness. He felt horrendous and bitter about what he felt the truth was, but he felt obliged to lecture his less educated low-class peers on the veritable nightmare that was the Legendary Super Saiyan. "That's the way nature intended it for us Saiyans. Even us elite Saiyan warriors of a royal bloodline, it seems."

"Seeing Chayote all powered up and wild like that, I kind of feel bad for Trunks a little..." Goku snickered with a goofy, high-pitched tone. "Wives get pretty scary sometimes and his will be the scariest of them all..."

"Really, Kakarot?! You have to goof around now!?" Vegeta hunched up and screamed in his peer's face.

"You shouldn't be so surprised, runt," Bardock woke up and wiggled himself free from his son's support to stand on his own two legs. "Both of you seem unable to shut your mouths and say everything that comes to mind. My son may be an idiot sometimes, but I'd still wager on which of you is the bigger fool, king Vegeta. Then again, I can't say I blame you, you haven't come to know Chayote at all. She's not the remorseless tyrant berserker you take her for. All she wants is to live a peaceful life on Earth now. That's why she hit it off so well with my daughter-in-law, they're a lot alike. So save your dignity and your pride and stop your whining. The way you act on a battlefield reflects upon your entire people now, or did you forget?"

"You really like to run your mouth, rebellious scum," Vegeta smirked and switched his attention to observe the battle. His usual snark returned to his face from the previous overwhelming awe and humility that had taken him over. "You should watch it, lest we have a replay of our last fight."

"Oh, don't you worry, now that you're living here, I'll be cashing that rematch in some time..." Bardock replied without skipping a beat. "Losing to a whiny pimple doesn't sit well with me."

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Author's Note: Sorry for the period of inactivity, caught the 'rona again and I didn't feel very productive throughout most of last week. My health's looking a lot better now so I think I'm good to pick the pace back up