Super Dragon Ball: Paradise Hysteria

Super-Elite Super Vegeta

A fusillade of explosions littered Central City. Seemingly randomly scattered skyscrapers crumbled down to the ground while a mean and brawly bunch with bad intentions marched across the main street of the town. A few of them had been dressed with their civilian get-ups, while less than half of them still found some combination of their Saiyan armor to wear.

Police hovercars tried forming a line in the path of the marching Saiyans to cut them off of their goal–the King's Castle that loomed on the horizon. With a smug grin, a short, broad-shouldered, and plump Saiyan with a balding head and only a widow's peak stretching from the center of his scalp to the forehead for hair raised his palm and fired a Ki wave. The shining beam of energy burst through the line of hovercars and hurled across to blow up on the other side.

"Let's go to battle, guys!" the short plumpy pumped his fist, encouraging the Saiyans behind him to march onward. A handful of them pumped themselves up by smacking their cheeks or stretching out as their bodies hadn't seen battle in a while.

A tall and slim Saiyan with two chipped front teeth sticking out over his wrinkled and dried-out lower lip found a woman dressed for yoga cowering in the alleyway behind a bundle of trash containers. The grunt kicked those aside like they weighed as much as a cardboard box and punched his open palm while his lips formed a twisted smile. He thought he was going to enjoy this, but the only thing he enjoyed was a kick to the face that blasted him halfway through the nearby building and left him stuck in the wall of a stall with only his twitching feet sticking out.

"Thank you..." the woman crawled closer to her savior. She let the sharp suit and the briefcase fool her, thinking that this was some Earthling superhero in disguise, but when she saw the spiky black hair and a waggling tail, the woman's gaze scanned the man more attentively. When the full visage of his rough features socked her face, the woman screamed out and began crawling away from yet another Saiyan to find her.

"Go find somewhere to hide. This here's a full-blooded Saiyan battle, so it's gonna get messy, Earthling lady," the sharply dressed Saiyan warned the woman while ripping his tie out and taking it to the skies. Similarly, to this heroic bruiser, dozens of other Saiyans took flight from all around the city and assembled in the skies.

A tall Saiyan with the messiest black hair out of the bunch yelled out to gain the other group's attention, pointing at the short and plump Saiyan with his index finger.

"Onio, you bastard! What are you up to? You're gonna get all of us in trouble with this stunt!" the sharply dressed Saiyan in the front of the similarly dressed group snarled.

"What does it look like, guys? We're obliterating every trace of human scum in sight! We've tried this whole co-existing stunt and it just won't work, so we're taking this planet over as the next Planet Vegeta! Or maybe... We'll go out into space and find the next Planet Vegeta and keep this one as our resort planet. It's just recently been restored to its full natural splendor so it'll be perfect for that!" the Saiyan called Onio laughed out while pressing his fists to his sides.

The bundle of bloodthirsty Saiyans behind him all cheered with aggressive growls and various battle cries while the flying Saiyan troupe scanned the burning city, still unable to believe that these rebels to the king's orders would stoop this low. Even if warfare was the traditional Saiyan way, there was no glory in crushing the Earthlings, since they offered absolutely no resistance.

"You're a madman, Onio. King Vegeta will have your head for this if Kakarot or the Legendary Super Saiyan won't get to you first..." a Saiyan amongst the flying group called the rebellious Saiyan out.

"Heh, we've thought that through, of course..." Onio tapped his temple with his index finger. He spoke with a wide grin across his face, despite the early signs of destruction all over the surrounding districts of Central City. "Not even the king or the Legendary Super Saiyan could stop the entire Saiyan race. Did you forget the legend of the original Super Saiyan? He too sought to stop Saiyans from being violent, but the loser ran out of energy and kicked the bucket. Even the fabled Super Saiyan God failed to stop the glorious need for wanton Saiyan destruction! The Saiyan need for battle survives even the barriers of a Super Saiyan and the Super Saiyan God!"