Super Dragon Ball: Redux Kaizen

Arc 2: C4

(Continuing On From The Previous Chapter, Kisova Volcano City)

If the sky wasn't already dark before, then it was most certainly now. The darker shade of gray painted over by the ashes that rose from the smoldering fire that emitted from the building next to the young Saiyan being the cause of it all. But the flames reflected and illuminating his eyes didn't diverge him away from the one responsible. If anything, his glare burned hotter than any fire that could be emitted.

On the other hand, the Daharak before seemed more curious in comparison, despite the underlying threat that was made towards him. A hand went to his hip as he gave a look of near confusion, "Are you mad, intruder? I'm pretty sure things should be the other way around since you're stepping on our turf."

"Our. . .?" Shikuro muttered sternly and wrung his nose, "So what do you call that just now?"

"An unfortunate casualty," He shrugged with closed eyes and a smirk filled with mi-

*SRRRT POW!*

Before the Daharak could react, a resounding blow slamming right into the corner of his jaw echoed and the ensuing shockwave sent him crashing into the forest afar at speeds that uprooted the trees from their roots. Branches, twigs, and a trail of dirt blew into the sky above as Shikuro's fist sizzled with residue air molecules from how hard he punched him. Did he go overboard? Perhaps, but he was sure not to kill him. If he wanted to then he'd would of gone Super Saiyan from the gecko. Still, the commotion caused was already drawing attention. He had to move. Now-

*Throb. . .!*

Shikuro paused a moment out of slight surprise before taking a glance at his forearm. A brief recollection at the small blur he saw before he sent the Daharak flying told him it all, "He managed to deliver a counter-attack in just that short time frame?" His eyes narrowed on the trail of smoke he caused after punching.

"Even if he couldn't react to dodge, that guy still managed to react regardless. I wasn't moving half-ass either. I can't take them lightly. . ." Shikuro noted before turning toward the direction where he can sense Kyuria, "I let my emotions get the better of me and now look. I'm going to get called a hypocrite for causing this much commotion. I need to move out of sight now or-!?"

His eyes widened as he sensed something approaching from his left with ever so increasing heat. Reflectively, he ducked under whatever energy blast was fired his way and to avoid anymore explosions; he used the position to spin kick the ball of energy into the sky to let it explode above him. Fireworks and ensuing shockwaves fell from above as he landed on his feet, the light shadowing his face before looking up with a look of steel focus.

A Daharak of slightly tall stature and wider muscle, though this time, he was completely topless and had a mohawk paired with a beard. All while being accompanied by another who, if Shikuro could compare if all three of his attackers were present, was a good height in between both of them and had long hair that covered his eyes partially, yet the young Saiyan could see his gaze lazily fixated on him. He seemed to be fully clothed in some button shirt as the two stood standing on a building adjacent to him while wielding what looked to be a staff made of some dark purple metal.

"Wow, nice move right Ikra?" The staff wielder commented nonchalantly.

The one Shikuro could discern as Ikra scoffed, "Probably, a slippery one ain't he."

Great, two more showed up. The male Saiyan could only sweat nervously as his mind raced to figure out a way out of this. Yet clearly time wasn't on his side as the second those two showed up, he could sense the other one rushing back to leap on to the building opposite of them in order to pin him in-between each other. His clothes were slightly dirtied and torn, with twigs sticking out of his hair, but he seemed still full of energy with minor scratches.