Planet Cereal

Bellra didn’t respond to Vane immediately. She heard him, understood, and accepted it. Then she stepped forward. No hesitation, no glance back. If he had Lotren, then that was handled. Her part was everything else.

The difference was immediate. The weight that had been there before was gone. Her body felt lighter, not weaker, but freer. Movements came easier, cleaner. The energy inside her had settled, aligned, sharpened. Stronger.

Her eyes lifted as both opponents rose, ki gathering in their hands. No restraint. No survivors. She exhaled once, then moved.

The barrage came down fast, but this time she didn’t just evade it, she flowed through it. Each step landed exactly where it needed to. Explosions tore into the ground around her, but she stayed just outside each impact point like she already knew where they would land. One blast grazed past her shoulder. She didn’t react.

Then Lotren moved. His Kiai tore through the barrage, blowing the rest apart and forcing them back. Bellra felt the shift behind her but didn’t turn. His follow-up came instantly, strikes stacking, Syzoth’s balance breaking from Lotran's barrage

Bellra accelerated. No testing. The gap from before wasn’t the same anymore, and she knew it. Her approach was direct, controlled, angling just enough to avoid crossing Lotren’s path. Her eyes locked onto Syzoth, reading him clearly now.

She slipped inside his range as he recovered, movement low and tight. One hand redirected his arm the moment it moved, shifting it off-line. The strike followed immediately.

This time, it moved him.

“…There it is.”

She didn’t disengage. Her free hand lifted, palm angled toward him, and then it started. Small, condensed ki blasts fired rapidly from a single point in her palm. Controlled. Evenly spaced. Each one curved just enough to track him as he tried to stabilize, striking in sequence and forcing constant adjustment.

The barrage locked him in place, for every Ki blast that connected only improved their accuracy


Sudden Storm
“Now.”

She cut the attack instantly and stepped off-line, clearing the space in front of him completely giving Lotran a clean opening to end it. Bellra stayed close, just outside retaliation range, already adjusting for the next move, all the while making sure no stray orbs reach Vane.

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Location: Kings Castle
Order: Zerith (When He's Available) → Lotren → Bellra → Vane → Story​

In a violent surge of force, Lotren’s Kiai detonated outward, a roaring shockwave of raw energy that tore straight through the descending blasts. The air screamed as opposing forces collided, and in the next instant, everything was blown back; dust, debris, and power itself forced outward in a spiraling eruption. Syzoth was violently pushed across the sky as he was driven backward, his larger frame resisting but not immune, his aura flaring in response as it was pushed and distorted. For the first time, his usual demeanor faltered and the force was enough to stagger him, his weight shifting unevenly as the blast disrupted his balance. His eyes narrowed immediately as the pressure broke. Lotren was already standing behind him before the moment could settle and in those same moments, a storm of strikes crashed into him. Each blow landed with so much more power than he thought was possible, hammering into his ribs and torso; forcing subtle jolts through his larger frame. Syzoth felt every impact, his muscles tightened as he tried to root himself, but the timing disrupted any stable footing. Then suddenly, the pressure vanished, leaving a split-second vacuum in the exchange. Instinct flared but it was too late, as Lotren then hit him with two crushing knee slams right into the back of his head and neck, snapping his upper body forward before the backflipping kick launched him a few feet across the sky.

He didn’t get the chance to fully recover as Bellra closed the distance with precise intent. She slipped inside his range the moment he moved, redirecting his arm with perfect timing to open his centerline. Her strike followed instantly, landing cleanly and forcing his body to shift mid-recovery. It wasn’t overwhelming force but it was enough to move him, enough to break his balance again. His eyes flicked toward her, something sharper forming behind them as her words cut through the tension. Then the barrage from the woman started. Small, condensed ki blasts struck in rapid succession, each one landing with precise timing that left no room for recovery. The first snapped his alignment, the second forced correction, the third and fourth stacked pressure faster than he could stabilize. Each blast curved subtly, tracking him as he adjusted, striking from shifting angles that kept him locked in motion. His body reacted with each hit which forced his stance to constantly shift. A low chuckle broke through the barrage, growing louder with each impact that followed.


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However, when he heard the woman say “Now.” as she stepped off-line, clearing the space in front of him. Syzoth looked both confused and intriqued, completely underestimating the power of the duo he was facing.
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From the edge of the fractured courtyard, Tank moved next. There was no warning, just a sudden eruption of force as the ground beneath him shattered from the push-off alone. His charge tore a straight line through the area, a shockwave trailing behind him as he rocketed upward toward Zorkon. The air split with a thunderous crack the moment Tank closed the distance, his shoulder driving forward first, slamming into Zorkon’s midsection. The impact folded Zorkon’s body around the hit, his trajectory instantly reversed as he was carried higher for a split second before Tank followed through. Without pause, Tank twisted midair, driving a heavy elbow down across Zorkon’s back, the strike detonating with enough force to spike him downward.

He dropped after him like a meteor, overtaking Zorkon in an instant before delivering a crushing downward punch that connected squarely between his shoulders. The hit accelerated Zorkon’s descent violently, turning his fall into a full-force crash as he slammed into the ground below. The impact exploded outward, pavement fracturing in a wide radius as debris shot skyward in jagged bursts. Zorkon’s body didn’t stop there though, momentum carried him forward, skidding violently across the broken surface, carving a deep trench through stone and concrete. Sparks and dust trailed behind him as his body dragged, the friction tearing apart the ground beneath him. The skid only ended when he collided with a distant boulder, the rock formation cracking and partially collapsing from the force of the impact, leaving Zorkon embedded in the wreckage.



Location: Kings Castle
Order: Zerith (When He's Available) → Lotren → Bellra → Vane → Story​

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Bellra’s final volley faded just as the opening snapped into place, and Lotren moved without hesitation. The force of his speed created a shockwave as he launched towards Syzoth. Lotren closed the gap before that stability could turn into a counter. His fist drove upward in a brutal uppercut, connecting cleanly beneath Syzoth’s guard and snapping his larger frame skyward. The impact lifted Syzoth off his footing as his body was forced into ascent. Lotren followed immediately with a relentless manner, reappearing along Syzoth’s flank as his momentum carried him upward. Without pause, Lotren drove his elbow forward, slamming it hard into Syzoth’s chest with a concussive burst that rippled through his torso. The force stalled Syzoth’s movement just long enough for the next motion to take over. Lotren spun sharply on the spot, as his energy tightened around his leg as he pivoted into a downward arc. Then his foot slammed into Syzoth, smashing into the side of his jaw, sending him plummeting back toward the ground below. During this same time, Lotren lifted his righy hand with his palm angled forward as a blackish-purple sphere of energy began to form in front of it. The sphere pulsed, growing denser with each passing second, its glow casting sharp light across his body as his expression hardened into something absolute. The energy crackled violently, compressing into a concentrated core. Below him, Syzoth finally crashed hard into the ground.
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Lotren drew his left arm back, then in a single motion, he struck forward; his left fist slamming into the sphere and launching it outward in a roaring beam. The attack erupted instantly, a blazing stream of black-purple energy tore through the air as it descended toward Syzoth with overwhelming speed. The impact will engulf him as it tears into the planet itself. For a moment, Syzoth’s silhouette will be visible within the blast before the beam intensifies, widening slightly as Lotren pushed more power into it, his stance tightening as he held the attack steady. The light grew brighter, drowning out detail, consuming everything within its path as the area itself seemed to bend under the strain. The energy surged one final time before detonating outward in a massive explosion, the beam breaking into a blinding eruption that will across the crater and beyond should it be successful. When the light finally fades, the castle ruins will be left scarred and smoldering with the air being thick with heat and drifting ash. The crater will have deepened into something far more destructive, its center nearly unrecognizable beneath the aftermath of the blast.​

Location: Kings Castle
Order: Zerith (When He's Available) → Lotren → Bellra → Vane → Story​

Bellra didn’t move when the beam fired. She didn’t need to. Her eyes stayed locked on the impact point as Lotren’s Wild Cannon tore through the air and swallowed Syzoth whole. The force rolled outward in violent waves, heat pressing against her skin, wind dragging at her hair and sash, but her stance held firm. Feet planted. Shoulders steady. She watched everything, the descent, the impact, the way the light consumed the space entirely as the explosion carved deeper into the ruined battlefield.

Only when the light began to fade did something in her shift, it was subtle. Her shoulders lowered slightly, her stance rising just enough out of its tight, combat-ready position. Smoke rolled through the air, ash drifting downward as the crater settled into silence.

“…One down.”

Her gaze lingered a moment longer, then shifted briefly toward Lotren. “Clean finish.” . The energy around her continued to settle, her hands loosening slightly at her sides, her tail easing into a slow, controlled curve as the pressure in the air disappeared.

Then she turned, not away, but forward. Her eyes lifted and locked onto Zorkon in the distance. No pause, no hesitation. What just ended was already behind her, her posture tightened again as she stepped forward, measured and deliberate.

“Your turn.”

As she spoke, a flicker of energy emitted from her palms, as if already preparing the next attack
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Location: Kings Castle
Order: Zerith (When He's Available) → Lotren → Bellra → Vane → Story​

The moment Lotren’s uppercut connected, something inside Syzoth finally broke. The blow exploded upward through his jaw and spine with such concentrated force that his vision whitened instantly, his larger body lifted completely off balance as the pain surged through him. Before he could stabilize, the elbow crashed into his chest. A sickening crack echoed through the air as the strike compressed against his sternum, the impact forcing a violent gasp from him that sounded more like a choked snarl. For the first time since the battle began, Syzoth’s expression twisted openly in agony, his eyes widening as excruciating pain shot through his torso. The downward kick came next, and when it smashed into him, his body folded under the force as he was hurled toward the ground.

His crash shattered the battlefield beneath him, but this time he didn’t rise immediately. Buried in the smoking crater, Syzoth’s body trembled violently as he pushed against the broken stone, one hand clawing at the ground while ragged breaths tore through him. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth in heavy streaks, dripping onto the fractured earth below as his aura flickered wildly around him. Every inhale sent another wave of pain ripping through his chest, the damage from the Rising Vortex radiating deeper than brute force alone. His muscles spasmed as he tried to force himself upright, but even his immense durability struggled against the accumulated punishment.
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For the first time, Syzoth looked genuinely hurt but then the Wild Cannon formed above him. The purplish-black sphere illuminated the crater in an unnatural glow, and Syzoth slowly looked upward toward the descending light. His eyes narrowed as he realized what was about to happen. The beam erupted downward an instant later, and the moment it struck him, the world disappeared beneath overwhelming force. The Wild Cannon engulfed his body completely, its energy tearing through him with such intensity that the crater collapsed inward around the blast. Syzoth screamed in absolute agony as the energy consumed him. His aura surged desperately against the attack, flaring in massive bursts as he fought to resist, but the beam kept pushing, kept burning deeper, erasing his resistance layer by layer.

Inside the blast, Syzoth’s silhouette thrashed violently, barely visible beneath the raging light. His skin split under the pressure, his muscles tearing apart as the energy overwhelmed even his monstrous durability. He tried to move forward, tried to force himself through the beam by sheer strength alone, but every inch felt like his body was being ripped apart. His scream broke apart into choking gasps as blood vaporized against the energy flooding over him. Then came the final surge. Lotren poured everything into the Wild Cannon, and the beam intensified one last time, completely swallowing Syzoth in a blinding eruption that erased his silhouette entirely. The explosion detonated outward and when the light finally faded, Syzoth was gone.​

Silence lingered over the battlefield for only a few seconds before another presence rose from the wreckage nearby. Zorkon slowly stood from the collapsed remains of the distant boulder Tank had smashed him through earlier. Dust rolled from his shoulders as he straightened, the casual amusement from before now completely absent. His expression had gone cold and was more focused in a way the others hadn’t yet seen.​

Tank moved first, launching forward with another burst of overwhelming power but the instant he swung, Zorkon vanished. A sharp distortion cracked through the air behind Tank, followed immediately by an explosion of pain across his ribs as Zorkon’s kick connected from an impossible angle. Tank’s body jerked violently sideways, blood spraying from his mouth before another distortion appeared above him. Zorkon emerged again mid-timeskip, driving both fists down into Tank’s spine and smashing him into the ground below with terrifying force. The pavement exploded upward as Tank cratered into the battlefield, but before he could recover, Zorkon vanished again. Another strike hit his abdomen. Then his jaw. Then the back of his neck. Each attack landed almost instantly after the last, impossible to track normally, as Zorkon was skipping through moments in time itself. Next, Zorkon appeared directly in front of Bellra without warning, his fist would be buried deep into her guard before she could fully react if she wasn't able to pick up on what was happening during the interaction with Tank. The will have impact launched her backward through the air, but he'd vanish again. Lotren will have been the next target with a about 3 fist prints on his jaw, abdomen, and chest if he also couldn't avoid the attack; the collision will have sent a shockwave ripping outward as he Zorkon finally engaged both of them directly. Unlike Syzoth’s overwhelming brutality, Zorkon fought differently, every disappearance followed instantly by another devastating hit from a completely different angle.

Tank struggled to rise from the crater, body shaking from the relentless barrage he’d endured, while Bellra and Lotren were forced immediately onto the defensive against Zorkon’s time-skip assaults. Distortions cracked through the air constantly now, each flicker followed by another impact somewhere. Zorkon moved through broken moments like a phantom, impossible to pin down for more than an instant at a time. And unlike before, he wasn’t smiling anymore.

Location: Kings Castle
Order: Zerith (When He's Available) → Lotren → Bellra → Vane → Story​

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Lotren might have had a new boost in power which he was able to use to his advantage against Syzoth, but he had no idea how the other one fought. As such, once he had moved from Tank, then onto Bellra, he finally made his attack on Lotren. While he was able to take a few of the hits without taking too much damage, some of the ones that followed did actually cause him to wince and jerk his body a bit. Even so, Lotren leaned over for a moment as if he was about to fall down to one knee but caught himself. Then came another wave which he was able dodge a couple, and block a few more before the final 5 hit him once more which ultimately staggered Lotren and made him take a few steps backwards.



During his stagger backwards, Lotren raised a finger towards Zorkon and shot off 4 death beams with the intent of piercing through his chest, left thigh, right arm, and neck. Trying to avoid using the power ball and transforming into great ape to minimize the destruction of the planet. For that reason, he utilized the skid back to do af flip after shooting the death beams to grab his Time Cutter blade from the ground that he dropped during his battle against Syzoth. Without wasting anytime, he immediately charged his sword blade with Ki and slahed the air around 12 times in quick succession, shooting sharp ki blades out towards Zorkon in an attempt to slice him into pieces.​

Location: Kings Castle
Order: Zerith (When He's Available) → Lotren → Bellra → Vane → Story​

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The moment Zorkon appeared in front of her, Bellra understood the difference between him and Syzoth, Syzoth overwhelmed space with force. Zorkon ignored it entirely.

The punch buried itself into her guard before she could fully react, the impact detonating through her arms and chest hard enough to launch her backward through the air. She twisted mid-flight and forced herself down into a rough slide across broken stone, boots carving through debris before finally stopping. Pain pulsed through her forearms from the block alone, but she ignored it immediately, eyes already tracking the battlefield again.

Then Zorkon vanished from her.

The next distortions cracked across the battlefield around Lotren instead, each skip followed by another brutal impact from impossible angles. Bellra watched carefully as Lotren staggered under the barrage, forcing himself to recover between hits while trying to adapt to the rhythm of Zorkon’s movement.


Was it pure reaction? timing? one thing she knew it wasn't speed.

Her breathing steadied, every disappearance carried the same microscopic fracture in the air beforehand, tiny pressure shifts, space folding incorrectly for a split second before he emerged somewhere else. He wasn’t moving conventionally. He was cutting through moments.



Her golden eyes narrowed as she stopped trying to follow Zorkon directly and instead focused on the distortions themselves. The aftershifts. The displaced air. The pattern hidden underneath the attacks.

Then Lotren countered, the Death Beams tore across the battlefield first, forcing Zorkon to commit to movement paths while the following barrage of Ki blades flooded the surrounding space with intersecting angles sharp enough to cut off entire escape routes.

Bellra moved instantly.

Not straight toward Zorkon, but diagonally through the battlefield, weaving just outside the paths of Lotren’s attacks while closing distance low and fast.

The distortions cracked again nearby.

“…There.” she spoke, a rather sinister smile emerging from her lips



The instant Zorkon emerged from another skip, Bellra thrust her palm forward and unleashed a compressed Sudden Storm barrage directly into the surrounding space around him. Small violet ki blasts erupted outward in rapid succession, curving immediately after firing to overlap the areas his distortions kept converging around.

Not random fire, calculated saturation, each shot forced another adjustment. Another reposition. Another moment where his movement options became narrower, she wasn’t trying to overpower him, she was trying to force his time-skips into predictable space to allow for Lotran to directly hit or even her own Ki blast to hit.

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Location: Kings Castle
Order: Zerith (When He's Available) → Lotren → Bellra → Vane → Story​

As Vane sat, recuperating the lost Ki he had used during his technique of Gift, His eyes watched for brief moments of being able to keep up the swift decisive actions taken to eliminate the foe that had brutally had them on a one sided way to deaths door. Letting out a whistle in astonishment, the secondary attacker seemed to possess far more strength, speed, and durability, but also a strange technique that allowed him for what can be described as instantaneously move delivering attacks that follow right after. Watching as Lotren and Bellra do their best, he only managed to muster about half his reserves back, a fact that seemed to delight him with the prospect of a thrilling battle where he can let loose. Slowly pushing his palms against his thighs, his legs pushing against rubble beneath his feet, he rose up, the raw gusts of air caused by the rapid use of energy from Lotren and Bellra swayed his Scarf, jacket and hair.

His eyes locking onto where the battle was taking place, watching and analyzing the disappearances and reappearances of this foe and his strange technique. There was no visible ques nor visual shifts with what ever technique he was using, but one thing did catch Vane's attention. Each time this Opponent disappeared and Reappeared it occurs between .03 to .05th of a second, and each movement or action seemed to follow a strict linear movement or predetermined action. His left index finger and thumb gently rubbing his chin as he began formulating the necessary counter as simply out speeding such a technique would need to be done beyond the three's capabilities, and breaking through was out of the option. So their only true option was to predict this opponents next movement, his next attack; a tactic which is just guess work and has a 25% chance of success. The other Option was an Intuition through Ki sensory, As what ever technique this foe was using had three criteria's, A physical Wind up, where this opponent has to make shifts to his stance before disappearing, during the period of him vanishing, the movements are linear following a set predetermined motion, and Each attack seemed to have a Predictable habit, whether locations he is attacking or targeted vital spots. This knowledge gained by watching and assessing this foe's battle with Lotren and Bellra gave Vane all he needed. As the Moment this foe Zorkon had disappeared after his assault on Lotren, Vane's right arm extended out swiftly, invisible threads of Ki firing at high speed directly to the location in front of Bellra.

Just as Zorkon manifested in this physical world through the technique he was displaying, right as his fist seemed already connected to Bellra's Guard sending her back, the invisible threads of ki had latched on to Zorkons forearm. With His right fingers swiftly tensing and arm pulling back, Not only was Vane siphoning 10% of Zorkons, physical strength, stamina and speed, but he'd use physical hunt in such a brutal and efficient way that there was a sickening tear as from the elbow socket, the forearm down had dislodged, the skin being torn by the rapid and violent tug of Physical Hunt; though Vane didn't have enough power to completely remove the arm, dislocating it ultimately would buy Lotren and Bellra time for their follow up attacks to close in whilst Vane's Tethers remained latched, should his Foe use that Technique again, he could continue siphoning speed, strength and stamina from Zorkon by 10% (Per Story Post) And even possibly allow him to redirect blows he himself can predict should Zorkon attack him similar to how he has been attacking the others.

Location: Kings Castle
Order: Zerith (When He's Available) → Lotren → Bellra → Vane → Story​

Watching Lotren lean forward momentarily as though his body threatened to collapse entirely, only to force himself upright again through stubborn willpower alone. That refusal to stay down planted the smallest seed of irritation within Zorkon, though he remained outwardly calm. Though, once he appeared back in the physical world, he noticed a 3rd one which with his arm stretched out towards his direction. With that he'd evade every attack from Lotren, Bellra, and Vane with a simple afterimage technique leaving a perfect image of himself where the other attacks would have hit him. In the same moment he'd reappear right behind Vane and activate time-skip once more in the same instance to rapidly assault Vane with punches and kicks from all angles before finally standing still as if nothing had happened at all with Vane laying in front of him should his attack be successful. Without wasting any time, he'd point a finger towards Lotren with a ki shot being charged. However, before Zorkon could execute his attack, Lotren had already moved again, flipping backward through the recoil of his own stagger with surprising fluidity. The Saiyan reclaimed the Time Cutter blade from the ground without wasting even a fraction of a second, immediately flooding the weapon with concentrated ki until its edges glowed violently against the ruined surroundings. Zorkon recognized the tactical shift instantly, understanding this was no longer a simple direct attack but an attempt to manipulate the battle to their advantage. Lotren’s arm blurred into motion as slash after slash carved through the air. By the twelfth swing, the battlefield had become crowded with intersecting arcs of sharpened ki.


As the sharpened crescents raced toward him from overlapping angles, Zorkon had no choice but to choice but to utilize his time ship to evade the slashes as they were too fast for him to keep up with normally. Yet unlike earlier exchanges where movement had come effortlessly, his expression began darkening as he realized the sheer volume of incoming attacks was beginning to compress his options. One blade carved across his shoulder just barely, while another also just barely cut his side, drawing the first noticeable line of blood from his body. However, instead of getting a look of irritation, he smiled and, in another instance, he was directly in front of Lotren with a orb of Ki pressed against his abdomen.
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In that moment, 2 things would happen to Lotren. He would be surrounded in a sphere of Ki while being electrocuted and also be hit with a signature technique of Zorkon. his Timeskip Molotov. The flurry of attacks were all placed perfectly with the last hit also being perfectly timed with the detonation of the ki sphere which will have shot Lotren down to the ground.
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Location: Kings Castle
Order: Lotren → Bellra → Vane → Story​

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His initial death beams had completely missed their mark along with the combo attack of Bellra and Vane. Even after grabbing his Time Cutter blade and making ki slashes in the air towards Zorkon, many of them missed. It was at this point Lotren figured he was never going to actually connect or overpower Zorkon without transforming so to make things easier, he'd attempt a unique form using the power of the moon. While he was still distracted dodging the slashes, Lotren raised one of his hands towards the sky, his Ki immediately began converging into his palm, flickering streams of white-blue energy gathering together.

However, the moment a couple of his slash attacks connected, Zorkon’s demeanor shifted entirely, his irritation disappearing beneath a faint smile that somehow felt infinitely worse than anger ever could. Lotren quickly tossed the ball of energy into the sky. Just as he released the ball of energy, Zorkon vanished completely, reappearing directly in front of him with impossible suddenness and an orb of condensed ki already pressed firmly against his abdomen. In the next instant, a violent sphere of ki exploded around Lotren, trapping him completely while electricity surged across his body in brutal waves, forcing agonized screams from his throat as every nerve ignited in pain. While being trapped in the orb of Ki, he was also hit with another technique. Everything happened so fast that Lotren didn't even realize he was being hit until the last punch buried itself into Lotren’s chest at the exact moment the ki prison detonated, launching him downward into the ground. However far above the smoke and destruction, the Power Ball gradually formed overhead and condensing artificial Blutz Waves into an orb capable of replicating the presence of a full moon and forcing the power of Great Ape transformation.​

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After a while of just laying down on the floor nearly unconcious, Lotren looked up at the artificial moon he had created just before taking the fully onslaught of the Timeskip Molotov & Counter Impact combination. In that moment his entire body began to pulse, first starting off like a slow heart beat then gradually becoming more rapid. As this was happening, his irises started to give off a bright red glow; His arms grew to unnatural sizes from his muscles expanding, followed by his legs, and chest. At this point, he looked as if he had wayy too much muscle to fit his body and almost made him look like an overly muscular child and his proportions no longer seemed like one of an adult. The power he held slowlt began rising as well, his aura revealed itself around his body and even the ground beneath him started to crack and sprawl out in different directions.

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Location: Kings Castle
Order: Lotren → Bellra → Vane → Story​

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A pulse slammed into her chest hard enough to knock the air out of her lungs. Her tail snapped violently behind her and she stumbled across the rubble, boots grinding against broken stone before she caught herself.

Then it hit again. Stronger this time.

“…Lotren, you dumb motherfucker…”



The words came out under her breath while she threw an arm over her eyes, trying not to look directly at it anymore. But she already knew it wouldn’t help. The second she saw the moon, it was already too late. Her body had started responding.

Bellra dropped hard to one knee, one hand catching herself against the ground as pain rolled through her back and shoulders. Not sharp pain. Deep pain. The kind that sat inside your bones and kept spreading, her muscles tightened involuntarily beneath her skin. Her tail lashed again, smashing a loose chunk of rubble apart beside her.

“...God..dammit..”

She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to steady her breathing, but another pulse hit before she could recover. Dust lifted around her in uneven bursts. Small pieces of stone rattled across the battlefield while her aura flickered wildly around her body, unstable and messy.

Everything suddenly felt too loud.



She could hear the battlefield way too clearly now. Every shifting piece of rubble. Every breath. Every heartbeat. Blood dripping somewhere nearby. It all crashed together until her head started pounding.

And underneath it was that feeling. That instinct. Heavy. Violent. Buried somewhere deep inside her chest and clawing its way upward.

Bellra pressed a shaking hand against the side of her head and forced herself to stay upright while another painful crack rolled through her body. Her posture hunched slightly as pressure built beneath her skin, stretching muscle and bone in ways that felt wrong. sweat slid down the side of her face. Her breathing was rough now, she looked up again the artificial moon hung there silently above the battlefield.

“…Shit…”

The word barely left her mouth this time, because she could feel herself slipping.

Every second under that light made it harder to think straight. Her thoughts kept getting interrupted by flashes of aggression and instinct that didn’t fully feel like her own. Her tail kept moving without permission. Her aura pulsed harder every time her focus slipped, and what scared her most was realizing a part of her wanted to stop fighting it, soon to follow, the metamorphosis.
Location: Kings Castle
Order: Lotren → Bellra → Vane → Story​

His brown eyes remained locked on the projection through the circular window, pupils narrowing as the Battle unfolded faster than his mind could properly process. Light from the consistent energy beams going off flickered across his face in uneven flashes, each violent impact briefly illuminating the tension settling into his expression. His posture stiffened almost immediately, fingers tightening around his biceps in his crossed-arm position. A sharp breath caught in his throat before finally escaping under his breath.

Zerith: "...What?"

The calm in his face cracked, his brows came together in disbelief, settling in faster than he could hide. Even the steadiness of the ship, the vibrations beneath the floor, the soft pull of machinery behind the walls seemed to fade behind the sight playing in front of him.This wasn't supposed to happen, his brother, and another Saiyan being backed in a corner? Unacceptable! His finger's slowly tightened against the fabric of the compressed suit, creasing the material beneath his grip as something heavier began to settle in his chest. A low, guttural sound slipped from his throat before he could stop it. The shock didn't last long as it turned to anger immediately.

Zerith: "What is that fool doing?—"

His words were caught in his throat the moment he noticed the change in Lotren's body. His body began to shift first, followed by; the Saiyan girl accompanying him. Zerith recognized these sudden changes, it was a last resort. Especially for Lotren, a Saiyan of royal blood, an elite being forced to use something so primal. Still the situation had already gone too far for pride to matter. His gaze lifted toward the planet's moon, it was time he joined the fray. The moment his eyes met it, his body reacted almost immediately. Thump His heartbeat slammed harder against his chest , each pulse growing louder than the previous as something deep in him had been awakened. Muscles tightened, bones shifted, his frame started to gradually grow in size. The armor and clothing expanded along with him, stretching to accommodate the sudden increase in size. Then came the roar, loud enough to shake the interior of the ship.

The metal beneath his feet groaned violently as the structure struggled to withstand the growth. Cracks spread across the ceiling before his expanding upper body finally burst through the top of the ship entirely, tearing metal apart in a violent eruption. Warning lights immediately flared throughout the interior as the ship's altitude began to drop. Zerith's roar tore through the air with enough force to make the space around him tremble. The vibrations came outwards in heavy waves, rattling the atmosphere itself. What little restraint remained within him was starting to slip away. Thick fur spread fully across his expanded body while the extension of his tail fully completed behind him, swaying with growth instability.

The ship finally crashed into the ground beneath him. The impact triggered a violent chain of explosions that erupted around Zerith as the transformation was nearing its completion. Smoke and fire rolled out in waves while the massive figure of the Legendary Great Ape emerged from within' the destruction itself. His crimson-coated eyes locked forward immediately, a low growl rumbling from deep in his chest. Flames flickered against the thick smoke surrounding him, casting shifting shadows across his enormous frame, giving him a truly monstrous presence.
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Zorkon stood with one arm hanging unnaturally from the earlier damage Vane had inflicted while dust slowly settled across ruined stone and shattered terrain. Blood continued dripping from the shallow wounds Lotren’s earlier counterattack had managed to carve into his shoulder and side, though his expression showed only mild annoyance rather than concern. The aftermath of the Timeskip Molotov should have ended the Saiyan completely, or at the very least removed him from the battle long enough to become irrelevant. Yet deep within the crater where Lotren had been violently driven into the earth, movement remained, subtle at first but impossible to ignore. Zorkon’s pale eyes narrowed slightly as he watched broken stone shift and smoke drift apart, revealing Lotren’s battered form barely moving beneath the destruction. The Saiyan looked nearly unconscious, bloodied and broken, but instead of staring toward his attacker, Lotren slowly lifted his gaze upward toward the artificial moon. At first, nothing seemed unusual beyond the obvious desperation of a dying warrior searching the sky for some final answer. Then Lotren’s body started pulsing. Zorkon tilted his head faintly as more in pure shock as jagged cracks spread outward from the crater floor in branching patterns. Since Zorkon lacked the ability to sense ki, he could not feel any hidden rise in power and instead judged only what his eyes physically revealed. What he saw unsettled him more than he cared to admit, because Lotren’s body had begun changing in ways that looked entirely unnatural.

Lotren’s irises ignited into a bright crimson glow while his arms suddenly expanded, his muscle swelling unnaturally until they looked too large to belong to his body. Despite everything happening before him, Zorkon remained outwardly calm, largely because he lacked the ability to perceive whatever invisible strength was rising beneath the transformation. He exhaled quietly through his nose and dismissed it as nothing more than some desperate survival tactic, muttering coldly beneath his breath.
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His attention shifted the moment Bellra's tail snapped violently behind her hard enough to shatter nearby rubble while her posture crumpled momentarily before she caught herself. Sweat rolled down her face as unstable bursts of aura flickered wildly around her body, messy and uncontrolled in ways he had not seen from her earlier during combat. Bellra looked distracted now, one hand gripping the side of her head while her breathing turned rougher and increasingly uneven with every passing second. To Zorkon, she looked vulnerable, overwhelmed, and momentarily incapable of defending herself properly. Seeing the opportunity, he vanished instantly as fractured moments folded around him, reappearing directly before her with his fist already moving for what should have been a guaranteed strike.

Even should Bellra take the attack head on, his attack will have stopped completely as though he had struck an invisible wall. Confusion flickered visibly across his expression as he attempted another timeskip immediately afterward, striking from behind, then above, then diagonally from the side, only for every attack to fail in exactly the same way should Bellra not try to attack.​

Shortly after that, he then heard a loud roar from the distance which he hadn't heard before, and as he turned his head; in the dar distance his eyes locked onto a giant silhouette of a Gorilla. This only gave him more questions than answers, however a sense of danger washed over him and his instincts made him jump back in fear as a strange aura surrounded him.
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Location: Kings Castle
Order: Lotren → Bellra → Vane → Story​

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After a while of his body changing, Lotren let out a loud scream. The voice started off more human-like then distorted midway into that of a deep, monstrous Kaiju fused with his normal voice. His fingernails lengthened into sharpened claws while his teeth pushed outward into vicious fangs, blood dripping faintly from the corners of his mouth where gums split beneath the force of rapid change. Dark black fur erupted across his arms and shoulders next, spreading rapidly over his chest while his body convulsed beneath the moonlight as though instinct itself had taken complete control over the saiyan. His bones in the process which echoed through the entire area. His face pushed outward as his jaw elongated, his nose flattened, and his features changed into that of a large monkey with glowing red eyes.



The earth finally collapsed beneath him. Stone exploded outward as the crater shattered entirely beneath the sheer force of his power. When the smoke slowly cleared, standing amidst the destruction was Lotren’s fully transformed Oozaru form, towering monstrously over Zorkon. Thick black fur covered his massive body while blood from Zorkon’s earlier assault stained portions of his chest and arms, making his already terrifying appearance feel even more savage. His glowing red eyes burned beneath heavy brows while razor-sharp fangs lined a beast-like mouth twisted into a disturbing smile. Then the massive Oozaru slowly raised its head toward the sky before locking eyes directly onto Zorkon and unleashing a deafening roar so violent it split clouds apart and shook the very core of the Earth and created a powerful shockwave to blow Zorkon back about 100 feet until he collided against the towering frame of Lotren's younger brother in his ape form as well.​

Location: Kings Castle
Order: Lotren → Bellra → Zerith → Story​

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His fist stopped inches from her body like it hit solid steel. He vanished and came again from another angle, then another, but every strike failed the exact same way. The pressure pouring off Bellra had gotten so unstable that the space around her distorted without her even meaning to.

Another crack rolled through her spine and Bellra doubled over, teeth grinding together while her tail lashed hard enough to shatter rubble nearby, then the roar came.

Her head snapped toward the sound just as Zerith’s massive Great Ape form rose through smoke and fire in the distance. The sound alone shook the battlefield beneath her knees, and then Lotren transformed too.

Bellra watched his body expand through the smoke while black fur spread across him in waves. Bones cracked loud enough to echo across the ruins as the crater beneath him gave out entirely under his growing weight, something inside her gave way the second she saw him fully transformed.



A violent pulse slammed through her chest harder than all the others combined and Bellra folded forward with a scream caught halfway between human and animal. Her fingers crushed straight through the rubble beneath her hands while her body started changing faster than before.

Bones shifted violently under her skin. Muscles swelled. Dark fur spread rapidly across her arms, shoulders, and back while her breathing broke apart into guttural sounds she couldn’t control anymore.

“No… no, no…” The words dissolved into a growl.

Her tail whipped uncontrollably behind her while the ground beneath her started collapsing from the pressure pouring out of her body. Aura burst around her in uneven explosions as her frame expanded larger and larger beneath the artificial moon, then she roared, the sound tore through the battlefield hard enough to shake the air itself.

When the smoke finally cleared, another Great Ape stood beneath the moonlight. Thick black fur covered Bellra’s massive frame while glowing crimson eyes stared out across the battlefield, But unlike Lotren, there was something off about her expression, she didn’t look fully gone, almost in a semi controlled state? atleast able to tell friend from foe
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Location: Kings Castle
Order: Lotren → Bellra → Zerith → Story​

Smoke and fire continued to stir around the colossal ape as the last traces of the transformation settled in place. Then Zerith's nostrils flared, his crimson eyes darted wildly across the landscape, struggling to focus as instinct surged violently through his body. What little remained of his reason was buried beneath something far older, far more primal. Another growl rumbled from his throat. His gaze suddenly locked onto the towering Oozaru's nearby. The recognition wasn't logical, but he knew. Then his attention shifted again, towards the smaller figure before him. A new presence, a threatening one! The fur along his massive body bristled as a violent snarl pulled across his elongated muzzle. Saliva dripped from between his fangs while his tail lashed erratically behind him, tearing through burning wreckage left from the crash.

The ground cracked beneath his feet as his muscles tensed, his instincts flared and he made another deafening roar, exploding from his throat moments later, powerful enough to shake loose debris from the surrounding terrain as the giant ape beat his chest with both fists in a frenzy of aggression. The restraint he once had rapidly started disappearing.

His enormous arm swung back only to come crashing down rapidly, attempting to swat Zorkon aside with aggression and strength. His direct hit wasn't thrown with strategy or technique, it resembled the wild aggression of a cornered beast. Only raw instincts carried him. Even as the strike followed through, Zerith kept advancing, each thunderous step shaking the terrain beneath him as the beast sought to overwhelm Zorkon.
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Zorkon had been blown away by the power of the shockwave created by the Ape of Lotren, during his flight back he also saw the woman now as an ape as well. He was confused on what was going on until he remembered what his Lord mentioned to him about something called Saiyans, or rather, monkeys. This had to be what they were, and the two of them were clearly strong as they were giving him a hard time as it was before; dealing with them now was going to be harder since he knew they became stronger; but he didn't know how much stronger. Just as that thought crossed his mind, Zorkon slammed into the leg of a 3rd one. There had been too much going on, 1 of them alone could have been possible to deal with, 2 was going to be troublesome, but 3... 3 was a problem altogether. As such, when the 3rd ape (Zerith) swung his arm, A large arm made of Ki shot forth from Zorkon and locked fingers with the giant hands of the Oozaru to catch him as another one emerged and punched Zerith square in the face. Then once more in the gut followed by a larger Ki attack generated from the large arms to blast Zerith away. After a few moments, Zorkon let out a loud scream as his energy surged around his very being and a full Avatar of himself made of ki emerged around the same size as the other 3 Oozaru's but maybe slightly taller.


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Location: Kings Castle
Order: Lotren → Bellra → Zerith → Story​

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Lotren wasted no time after fully transforming and seeing Zorkon take on his giant avatar form. His black fur rippled beneath the violent winds of his own ki, glowing faintly with streaks of crimson light that coursed around his body after lifting his finger. Pieces of a ruined earth drifted around him, drawn inward by the monstrous gravitational pull of the energy gathering above his raised finger. The crimson glow in his eyes narrowed into something cold and merciless as his massive maw slowly curled into a savage grin, revealing rows of sharpened fangs glowing against the infernal light. Behind him, the stars themselves seemed to dim, swallowed beneath the overwhelming radiance forming at the tip of his clawed index finger. At first, it appeared as little more than a flicker; a concentrated spark of molten gold no larger than a pebble. Yet with every passing second, Lotren fed more ki into it, the sphere swelling violently outward while emitting deep, pulsating tremors through the area. The energy orb transformed into something terrifyingly beautiful: a giant yellow-orange sphere resembling a miniature sun, its surface writhing with streams of molten plasma and spiraling rings of unstable energy. Violent arcs of lightning lashed outward from its surface, vaporizing nearby rock structures and pillars instantly upon contact. The orb churned endlessly, layers of concentrated ki folding over one another until it resembled the birth of a dying star, glowing so brightly that the darkness of space bent around it. Its heat distorted reality itself, creating ripples in the void as if the universe struggled to withstand the pressure of Lotren’s overwhelming power.

Lotren tilted his head upward, his chest rising with a slow breath as the sheer force of the Supernova caused entire chunks of rock to tremble beneath him. His massive arm remained perfectly steady despite the impossible weight of the attack, holding the catastrophic sphere effortlessly above his finger as if it were no heavier than dust. The reflection of the burning orb danced across his dark fur, bathing him in a golden glow while embers of loose ki drifted around him like fireflies in the abyss. His tail lashed violently behind him, cutting through the air with enough force to shatter nearby debris into powder. Then, with a deep, thunderous growl that echoed across the stars, Lotren’s lips peeled back into a feral smirk.​

With a single motion, he thrust his arm forward. The colossal Supernova erupted from his fingertip, surging across the planet in a storm of devastation. Trails of yellow-orange fire spiraled around the sphere as it moved, consuming everything in its path while leaving behind streams of burning energy that twisted like the tail of a comet. The surrounding atmosphere trembled violently under the attack’s pressure, fragments of nearby ruined buildings instantly igniting and disintegrating into ash before they could even touch it. From a distance, the Supernova looked less like an attack and more like an unstoppable disaster. Even before impact, the ground world below was already fracturing.

And if some desperate opponent dared to challenge it; launching a ki blast powerful enough to halt its momentum. The yellow-orange sphere would tremble violently, cracks of blinding energy spreading across its surface like fractures through glass before detonating into an explosion vast enough to swallow entire landscapes. A collapsing storm of molten light would erupt outward, devouring sky, land, and atmosphere in a single burst. But should no resistance come, Lotren’s attack would continue uninterrupted, descending upon the Zorkon and his avatar like the wrath of a god.​

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Listen while you read

her crimson eyes locked onto the massive ki avatar forming around Zorkon, and for the first time since transforming, something inside her steadied, she knew the target, even with alot of her mind scrabbled, she knew

Smoke rolled off her massive frame while unstable bursts of crimson aura cracked around her fur. Her claws dug deeper into the ruined ground beneath her, splitting stone apart effortlessly as low growls rumbled constantly from deep in her chest.

Then Lotren started gathering energy.

She turned just as the growing Supernova lit the battlefield gold. The pressure pouring off the attack distorted the air around them while ruined debris slowly lifted from the ground under its pull. Even transformed, She understood immediately what it was, raw destruction, She would move to attack

The ground beneath her feet exploded apart as her colossal body lunged toward Zorkon’s avatar with terrifying speed from behind.(Lotran is on one side, shes on the other) One clawed hand dragged through the earth hard enough to carve trenches through the battlefield while debris blasted outward behind her.

Then she roared, the sound shook the battlefield just before she crashed into the avatar, both massive arms slamming downward hard enough to crater the terrain beneath the impact. The collision detonated outward in a violent shockwave while cracks spread through the ruined battlefield around them, but she didn’t stop there.



Massive clawed strikes came down one after another with savage force while her tail whipped violently behind her, smashing apart ruined structures and burning/burnt debris every time it moved. The attacks looked wild, brutal, almost animalistic.

But there was still intent behind them.

she wasn’t trying to overpower Zorkon directly. She was forcing him to stay planted. Forcing the avatar to brace itself. Forcing him to deal with her while Lotren’s Supernova closed in behind her and through all of it, Bellra’s glowing crimson eyes never left Zorkon once and ready to propel herself as far as she can the moment Lotran's attack got close enough
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Location: Kings Castle
Order: Lotren → Bellra → Zerith → Story​

Golden light from Lotren's attack overshadowed the battlefield. Bellra retaliated, forcing Zorkon's avatar to defend itself. Each blow shook the construct of energy, leaving it no way of fighting back. The giant ki attempted to brace itself, but it was too late. Lotren's Supernova fell from above, hitting the avatar like it received judgement from the God's themselves. For a moment, everything paused between destruction and silence. Then the attack exploded. The explosion coated the battlefield, pillars of golden fire shot into the sky and shockwaves pulsated across the planet. Mountains shook, city ruins trembled and parts of the land disappeared under the force. Zorkon's avatar became unstable as it began to implode from the sheer pressure. It tried to resist but Bellra's attacks had already weakened it.

At the center of the collapse stood Zorkon himself. The overwhelming confidence that carried him through the battle had vanished as the Supernova consumed what remained of his defenses. The burning sphere that engulfed him entirely and moments later, his presence disappeared from the battlefield altogether. When the light finally receded and the dust began to settle, nothing of the invader remained outside of the traces of energy that faded into nothingness. A deafening roar tore across the landscape as Zerith's form proceeded to rampage. Whatever reason was left in him had been completely consumed by the transformation.



His crimson-red eyes burned with aggression and turned to the strongest source of power, Lotren. The Saiyan Prince realized the battle wasn't over yet. Zerith attacked with zero hesitation, surging forward with each thunderous step cracking the Earth beneath him. His enormous fist crashed onto his brother's frame, carrying enough force to level entire sections of the battlefield. The collision sent shockwaves rippling through the surrounding terrain. The two engaged in a brief exchange of blows with Zerith being on the receiving end of most of them. Despite this, Zerith still rose, reacting like a cornered beast, relying on his instincts and raw aggression. After realizing the severity of the situation Lotren stepped inside the attack as Zerith lunged once more, seizing Zerith's tail. Upon doing so, Zerith froze in confusion as Lotren forcefully ripped the tail from the younger Saiyan. Zerith's roar echoed across the battlefield as the energy sustaining his transformation collapsed. Crimson light exploded outward from his body as the immense Oozaru form began shrinking. Fur receded. Claws disappeared. Fangs shortened. Within moments, Zerith crashed heavily against the ruined ground in his normal state, unconscious but alive.

For the first time since the conflict began, silence arose in the battlefield. Lotren gradually returned to his own normal state, Bellra's transformation faded shortly after. The surviving Cerealians slowly emerged from their battered shelters, staring at the devastation left behind from the battle. Among them stood the King himself. Though visibly shaken from the destruction around him, he gave a nod in approval.

"This planet still stands because of your efforts."

The King spoke with certainty in his voice. Lotren remained characteristically reserved.

"The mission is complete. That's all that matters."

The King understood, giving another nod as arrangements were made quickly. While much of the Planet suffered damage, several Cerealian ships were still operational. One of them was offered to the Saiyans for their journey back. Lotren grabbed Zerith and the group departed. The vessel lifted into the air and vanished into the dark space. The journey back passed without incident. With Zorkon defeated and the threat neutralized, there was little left to discuss beyond the inevitable report awaiting them.​