Time to introduce something we've all been waiting for...
Basawe
The red-furred alien and the orange-clad Saiyan swapped blows back and forth, back and forth... faster than any human could count (except maybe the one fighting that white-skinned alien).
WHAM!
The alien's knee slammed into the side of Basawe's thigh, the Saiyan barely twisting in time to save his own set of Dragonballs from being crushed.
BAMF!
Basawe's fist smashed into the alien's forearm, which blocked it milliseconds before he took a full-powered punch to the gut.
KISH!
A pair of claws slashed across Basawe's shoulder armor, digging deep through it but not deep enough to penetrate.
"Stupid Saiyan..." the beast growled. "Get out of MY WAY!!!"
The alien threw its claws out to the sides, a barrier of energy shooting from around its body and pushing Basawe back with a grunt.
"I'll get out of your way," Basawe snarled, speeding back at the alien like a rocket, "WHEN YOU GET OFF MY PLANET!!!!"
CRUNCH!
Basawe's fist slammed into the alien's armor, cracking it - and likely cracking a few of his knucklebones as well. The red-furred beast roared and fell back, clutching its chest.
"You wretch..." the alien growled, reaching behind his pointed ear and rolling a scouter over his left eye.
"Let's see just how strong you are." the alien chuckled, hitting the button on his scouter.
BEEP!
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7625356728912736234562756787627726718237836278...
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
1529.
The alien looked at Basawe incredulously and started laughing.
"A 1529?!" he barked. "A SAIYAN with a power level of 1529!? You're pathetic! Not even worth my full power!"
Basawe shook his damaged hand, glaring death at the alien.
"Oh, was that your full power...?" he snarled, taking note of his own scouter's readout... 2286...
"Keep talking, monkey." the alien chuckled, his muscles bulging. "While you're at it, tell me what you want on your tombstone!"
The alien vanished in midair; Basawe spun around just in time to see the alien's open palm in his face, firing a glob of red energy into his eyes.
KA-FWOOM!
A huge cloud of smoke and dust billowed; from the farside of it, Basawe flew like a falling meteor, slamming through the bleachers and out the side of the arena.
The alien grinned from midair, chuckling to himself.
"Promotion, here I come..." he said. He'd just beaten one of the most powerful race in the Universe, AND his colleagues had (mostly) succeeded in their ventures. This was almost too... easy... Wait, what was that noise...?
Down below, where the Saiyan had landed, the wreckage began to shake and shudder, a muffled sound issuing from the twisted metal and broken wood.
"................AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
'What is that?!' the alien thought, falling back a bit. 'The Saiyan...!? But this makes no sense! He was so weak, and this is...'
"GAAAAH!!!" the alien cried out, his scouter suddenly going ballistic. "That... That power!! Its level is shooting up past three thousand... no, FOUR thousand!"
On cue, the wreckage far below exploded outward, shattering to pieces. Dust and shrapnel flew everywhere; within the cloud of debris, a human-shaped figure stood erect, the top and back of its head glowing white for a second before fading back to shadows. A second later, a faint orange aura exploded around the figure, blowing the dust aside.
Sure enough, it was Basawe. He looked identical to how he'd looked before he'd been struck in the FACE with a full energy attack. Only angrier. And flaring with energy like a bonfire.
"Scurufa!" another alien that'd spotted the sudden energy surge shouted at the red-furred one. "What does your scouter say about that one's power level!?"
The red-furred alien, Scurufa, reached for his scouter and pulled it off his head.
"It's... It's over NINE THOUSAND!!!!!!!"
Famous last words; before anybody could ask if that could possibly be right, Basawe suddenly vanished and instantaneously reappeared not four feet from the alien's chest; he pulled his hands back, then thrust them forward, fingers splayed, palms barely brushing against the alien's armor.
All in under half a second.
Scurufa took a second to look down, then slowly back at Basawe's face.
"Basawe..." he muttered, grinning darkly at the alien.
It clicked just then.
"NooooooooOOOOOOOOOO-"
"BEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Point-blank, a ball of white energy laced with orange streaks appeared, pushed into Scurufa's armor, then exploding outward into a titanic beam and exploding against the alien, engulfing it.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH.........!!!!"
The orange-edged blast fired miles into the sky before dissipating; when it vanished, the red-furred alien was no more. Not even dust remained.
Basawe looked at the other combatants, whose expressions ranged from indifference and impression to outright fear. Basawe registered little of it, though, instead allowing himself to descend back to the ground, landing on one knee and panting a bit. Summoning his latent Extra energy wasn't fun for him, and upon using it, he had no way to rejuvenate it yet...
'Everyone else can take over for now...' he thought, closing his eyes.
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In case anybody's wondering how Basawe managed to just shoot his power level up to the legendary level, it's due to his x10 Oozaru power 'absorption,' mentioned in his bio. He just managed to call upon spare Oozaru reserve energy to kill (OK, OVERKILL) his enemy; he's back down to a 1,000-1,500 level, like usual.
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