Super Dragon Ball: Paradise Hysteria

A Blockbuster Through The Empty Heart

Super Vegeta spread his arms out, channeling twin yellow energy spheres in each palm before thrusting them forward without releasing them. With each pumping motion, each energy mass spewed out a barrage of golden Ki blasts that flew in an arcing sideways motion. With their combined luster, they created a glowing circular shape of arcing lines just before their mighty detonation sank the battlefield into rubble and dust. Broly charged out from the wall of rubble, snickering and imagining Vegeta's face when the King of Saiyans would see Broly unharmed by his Ki blast barrage, but it was Broly who froze, bewildered.

The super-elite Saiyan royalty was nowhere to be seen. Broly turned to the right, then the left, up and down. With a cracking swoop, Vegeta shot up from the back. A resounding flying kick smacked Broly at the back of his head before the Super Saiyan kicked off of his opponent's belfry with an evasive roll and gained some space, only to dash right back at the Legendary Super Saiyan.

"You're a disgrace to the Saiyan race! With a fraction of your power I'm fighting circles around you!" Super Vegeta mocked his opponent with a thunderous body shot that bounced off of Broly's brick-hard, pristine abs even when the shockwave of the impact burst outward in a golden energy wave. Without a reprieve, Vegeta delivered a rising uppercut and rocked Broly's head back. Then a stiff, whipping kick to the left ear, a vicious pummel from both fists shooting out like a howitzer cannon with almost automated precision.

With Broly letting out a resounding cry of berserk rage, Vegeta didn't relent, shoving his foot right into the front of his face the moment that the Legendary Super Saiyan decided to disarm and open himself up. Seeing a momentary opening, Super Vegeta drew his right arm back to the side and stuck his index and middle fingers out. A golden energy shine manifested around the Super Saiyan's arm. "Atomic Flash!" Vegeta cried out, shaping a concentrated bolt of energy from the golden beam that smacked into Broly's chest. This impact appeared to stun Broly for the first time in a while. A shiny golden luster beamed outward through the scar on his chest, showcasing an actual gap in his chest cavity where one's heart should've been. Broly grumbled in pain and physical effort as Vegeta's attack nearly did the job intended for the Special Beam Cannon in drilling through Broly's heartless core.

"Incredible!" Piccolo's eyes twitched in a jerking shock reaction. "Who knew Vegeta too had a technique capable of penetrating properties similar to the Special Beam Cannon? Careful though... Don't tip him off to our plan now..." the Ultimate Namekian thought to himself while rampant jolts of neon-colored electricity passed around him, shooting off and evenly in all directions while an ethereal moss-colored aura fumed from the Ultimate Namekian's pores.

With Broly feeling pain for the first time, Super Vegeta rushed in on the offensive. Even if his offense wasn't particularly effective at dealing lasting damage, any moment where Vegeta was irritating Broly with his gnat-like bites, Broly wasn't ripping the King of Saiyans apart limb from limb, which made it the preferred choice of a fighting strategy to Vegeta. Without even pausing to take a breath in, Super Vegeta's fists went rampant, like hammers trying to smash Broly's face in. All they've succeeded in doing was hitting an immovable fleshy barrier that seemed to send painful quakes throughout Vegeta's own arms to the shoulder instead of hurting Broly with as much as a scratch on his face. Super Vegeta's white uniform gloves tore open with a bloody sprinkle of battered knuckles spilling on the tatters.

An uppercut, an upward horizontal kick, another flurry of fists to Broly's face... Vegeta just didn't stop attacking. While he too possessed a technique with drilling properties, similar to the Special Beam Cannon, he wasn't able to escalate in power drastically with additional charge time. The longer Piccolo had to prepare his technique, the more incredibly powerful it'd become. Just a single minute could've been the difference between success and failure. The success of Piccolo's technique was already difficult to measure, given the fact that Broly was swelling up in power with each passing second.