Super Dragon Ball: Paradise Hysteria

Missile Point Partnership

A vicious fusillade of shockwaves ripped through the sky. Friezas and Coolers flew off in all directions like plush toys thrown aside by an impetuous child. Bardock's roar, which stressed his chest and vocal cords to the point where his artificial enhancements had to kick in and augment his voice by a pitch, echoed through the crash site of the central Destron Tower.

With handfuls of Friezas and Coolers swatted aside or ripped to pieces and collapsed into Destron clouds that the Capsule Corps drone quickly slurped up, Bardock froze in between the largest, terrified mass of Frieza Clan Ghost Warriors and the hover car of Bulma, Yajirobe, Launch, Hercule, Trunks and Videl. Bardock turned his head half sideways, showing a red dot in the center of a black artificial eye.

"Scram outta here," Bardock grumbled to the crew in the hover car. "Nurse the kids back to health and find the final Dragon Ball. I'll deal with this bunch, then see if someone else needs some help."

"You don't need to tell me twice," Yajirobe began fiddling with the hovercar. "There ain't any demons here to eat, nothing but machines. What's a robot without even a patch of human flesh on it? Not food, that's what it is..."

"Are you sure, Bardock?" Launch stood up in the back seat and placed her submachine gun over her shoulder. "You've spent a lot of time reflectin' on yerself and becoming a changed man. Stopped swingin' fists as your first option. Yer gonna go right back to that after all this time? After swearin' on Gine's grave?"

"Don't get me wrong," Bardock fixed the sleeves of his shirt, rolling them back to expose beefy forearms with cybernetic patterns riddling armored skin plating around several patches where cybernetic augmentation clashed with Saiyan biology. "I ain't ever going back to that mad jerk yelling at the world and swinging fists at everything, but some stuff is just worth fighting for. Right now, I'm surrounded by hated enemies and that makes my heart sing and my fists itch. No amount of self-reflection is gonna change the man I am, all I can do is focus that in the right direction, and right now, pounding these goons is the right thing for everybody."

"We're in total agreement there, buddy!" Yajirobe croaked after finally starting the hovercar and shooting off. Bulma and Launch tracked Bardock standing alone, surrounded by hordes of Friezas and Coolers and a lone Ghost Warrior King Cold chuckling to himself from the top of the Destron Tower ruins.

Friezas and Coolers began swarming Bardock, wrapping around him in a massive body pile that loomed like a tiny moon above the devastated city grounds. Another handful of Friezas surrounded the orb of limbs and appendages doing their best to punch, claw, and squeeze all semblance of life out of Bardock and extended their hands, forming a telekinetic sphere around the body pile and pressing the complex geometrical shape together with invisible telekinetic barriers to crush it to can-sized chunks.

A golden nova rag-dolled the limp and whited-out bodies of the duplicates of some of the most infamous galactic tyrants, sending them crashing down like a meteor shower while more and more took their place. Extending their hands, they fired fuchsia energy waves at Bardock, but the cybernetically augmented Saiyan finally had a body of stamina that could carry him the distance necessary to satisfy his infinite hunger for a heart-pounding battle.

Enveloped with a golden aura around his body and with his hair all spiked up, Bardock shot off to drive a fist through the nearest Frieza, avoiding the hail of Death Waves and Death Flashes coming his way. The penetrated Ghost Warrior twitched with an ajar mouth and a terrified expression for a few more seconds before dissolving into Destron Gas and getting sucked up by the bunch of drones doing a fine job of cleaning the battle site up one ton of gas at a time.

Flying past another Frieza, Bardock back-handed his head, crushing it into a shapeless blob and utterly devastating the Ghost Warrior's skull. For a few more moments, the undulating Ghost Warrior's body contemplated if it was to carry on existing or if it was better off giving way. In a blink, it surrendered its mortal coil and dispersed into Destron. Preceding the attack with a chilling roar, Bardock crashed his elbow into the gut of a Super Cooler, making the tyrant slump onto Bardock's elbow and utterly collapse. Not feeling content to wait until this Ghost Warrior decided to die, Bardock kicked its head off before stomping his foot through the Ghost Warrior and quartering the headless body with savage punches and kicks.