Saiyan Primal Ascension

As I stood at the edge of the Lookout, watching Goku's departure with Kami, a naughty idea began to form in my mind. The training was important, but it was likely I wouldn't grow stronger from anything Kami could teach me. So why not have some fun the Saiyan way. 

"You know," I started, my voice low enough so only she could hear, "I've been thinking about taking a little... side trip. Interested?"

She raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued with a knowing look when I was suggesting something that would usually get me in trouble. "A side trip? And just where were you thinking?"

"How would you like to beat the crap out of a rapist. Someone who forces any female members that join's his team to blow him and his male team members sometimes even going further than that. If I remember correctly he forced his way with someone's wife" She look pissed as she clenched her fist, I probably overdid it with that comment. Not that anyone would miss him when he died I'd just have to clean up the others while I'm at it. It wouldn't have mattered if I added the murderer part since that would be like a pot calling the kettle black.

Fasha's eyes sparkled with anger. "Lead the way, Celera. I could use the stress relief."

With a nod, I concentrated, feeling the familiar surge of energy as I opened a portal. As the others turned to look at us I smiled and waved as me and Fasha stepped through.

We were heading to a world I had briefly visited, they were too weak for someone of my level so I decided to leave it for a later date. And the funny thing was I had come across many versions for this world so I could probably bring the others to this world for training at some point, or a different version of it.

As we appeared on the other side of the portal we found ourselves atop a high building overlooking a bustling cityscape at night, neon lights flickering below. Skyscrapers loomed overhead, and the sounds of urban life filled the air. 

"Let's start with Homelander," I suggested, a smirk tugging at my lips. "That's the one I was telling you about."

Fasha nodded, her expression focused. "He should be the strongest one here?." She asked as she closed her eyes to sense for the largest power level on this planet. "Yep Though he would probably only give the likes of the earthlings back home a challenge. Would you like me to close off some of your power?

"No, I'm not here for a challenge. " Her eyes opened as she started to fly towards the west and I trailed behind her. This was going to be fun to watch.

We found Homelander perched atop a building, gazing down at the city with an air of superiority. His cape billowed dramatically in the wind as he surveyed his kingdom. I rolled my eyes at the theatrics.

"Hey, cape boy!" I called out, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Homelander turned, his eyes narrowing as he spotted us. "Who the fuck are you supposed to be?" he sneered.

"I won't tell a corpse like you," my aunt replied coolly, stepping forward.

Homelander laughed, a sound that grated on my nerves. "You think you can take me on? what the fuck could the likes of you do? Your just another bitch that needs to be put in her place"

Before he could react, Fasha lunged at him, moving with a speed that left him no time to respond. Her fist connected with his jaw, sending him crashing through several buildings. I watched with satisfaction as the supposed hero struggled to regain his footing.

"You're proud of that little power you have?" Fasha taunted, her voice dripping with disappointment and anger.

Homelander roared in anger, launching himself at her with all his might. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO THE FUCK I AM! IM FUCKING HOMELANDER!" Fasha dodged his attacks effortlessly, countering with strikes that left him battered and bruised. Every punch she landed echoed through the city, She was aiming to break all his bone's it seemed not that I wasn't enjoying watching.

As the battle raged on, I couldn't help but laugh at the spectacle. "This is almost too easy," I muttered to myself, enjoying the show. I could see the other members of the seven coming.

I turned my head to see Someone moving slightly faster than I had expected rush at me, I dodged and grabbed them by their hero suit and threw them back.

As he landed on the floor with a thud the rest of the Seven arrived. Their arrival was meant to be a show of force, but to me, it was an invitation to kill off the worst of them now.

As Black Noir the Homelander clone landed silently, Queen Maeve and Starlight approached from the opposite direction. A-Train, already recovering from his earlier humiliation, was back on his feet, speeding towards me, his face contorted in rage. and then there was the deep, what the fuck was he meant to do?

Taking a breath while I brought my fists to my side and shouted out loud. My hair started to rise and spike up as I felt the primal rage of the great ape, while my body tried to expand I forced it to stay the same size. Opening my eyes which had now turned Yellow I looked down on the soon to be dead heroes, As my tail flowed behind me freely. A-Train's supersonic charge seemed painfully sluggish.

"Let's make this quick," I said, my voice carrying a new edge, the sound almost a growl.

A-Train was the first to reach me, his fists clenched, aiming a barrage of punches that would intimidate any ordinary opponent. To me, his movements were laughably predictable. I sidestepped his initial punch with ease, catching his arm and using his own momentum to send him spinning into the air. He crashed with a thud that echoed through the streets, as I lifted my foot and slammed it down on his head. I wasn't going to toy with them, they were beneath me.

Black Noir moved next, He drew two knives, the sharp edges glinting in the street light. I focused, feeling every molecule of air shift as he lunged. With a flick of my wrist, I caught his wrists, squeezing as I ripped his hand from his arms. A swift kick to his midsection sent him hurtling back, slamming into a nearby wall with enough force to make his body go through it.

Queen Maeve stepped up with determination in her eyes, her stance that of a seasoned warrior. If I remember anything she didn't really do anything as bad as the others. As she charged, I met her head-on, our fists colliding with a shockwave that shattered nearby windows. I had held back but I could still hear her bones break. I followed up with knocking and put her to sleep.

Starlight, who had hesitated, now stood her ground, her hands glowing with blinding energy. "Stop this!" she pleaded, releasing a surge of light towards me. I raised an arm, what was she trying to do, blind me?

"Enough," I said calmly, locking eyes with Starlight. "you're a joke take her and get lost already." Turning me head to look at the deep.

To her credit, Starlight assessed the situation, her gaze shifting from the fallen members of The Seven. With a reluctant nod, she helped Maeve to her feet, and they retreated, disappearing into the chaos of the city.

Gathering Ki in my hand I shot it toward the deep that was trying to flee. "Nope, not today fish fucker." As my shredder shot landed and ripped him apart.

Turning my attention back to Fasha and Homelander, I found her still toying with him, her laughter ringing clear. Homelander was no longer the confident hero. God this was oddly funny to watch. 

Homelander's attempts to fight back grew more desperate. He unleashed his heat vision, but my aunt deflected it with ease, sending the beams ricocheting off into the sky. The look of shock on Homelander's face was priceless.

"You're not used to opponents fighting back, are you?" she said angerly, delivering a powerful kick that sent him sprawling across the rooftop.

She charged up a ki blast and fired it at Homelander. He barely managed to dodge, the explosion rocking the building and sending debris flying. The sheer terror in his eyes was a sight to behold. Thankfully we both had sensed that that building was empty.

"What's the matter, Homelander? Not so tough now, are you?" I jeered, as she launched another series of ki blasts his way.

Homelander was on the defensive, trying to evade our attacks. But it was clear he was outmatched.

"Pathetic," my aunt said simply, looking down at him with disdain.

"Please...stop..." Homelander begged, his voice weak and broken.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Not so fun when you're on the receiving end, huh?"

Fasha gathered a small beam in her hand and shot it towards homelander, it piercing his chest and what heart if any if he had one.

"Well, that was fun," I said, looking around at the destruction we had caused. It wasn't spread across the city just a really small part of it. maybe two blocks at most.

My aunt smiled, a rare sight. "It was. This was refreshing. was he the only strong one here?"

"Kinda the rest were shit, how about we head home?" I felt something getting closer but it wasn't anything important. Hell, Yamcha could beat them.

"Not so fast," a new voice called out, stopping us in our tracks.

We turned to see Stormfront, the last of the Seven, hovering in the air. Her eyes glowed with electric fury, and her expression anger.

"You've caused enough trouble here," she snarled. "Now you'll face me."

I glanced at my aunt, who sighed in annoyance. While I laughed so loud, I had already powered down after having delt with the others before my aunt could notice. "Alright, one more," she muttered, stepping forward.

Stormfront unleashed a torrent of lightning, but my aunt met it head-on, deflecting the bolts with ease. The air crackled with energy as Stormfront threw more lighting at her.

Fasha closed the distance between them in an instant, delivering a series of rapid punches that left Stormfront reeling. With a final, powerful blow, Fasha sent Stormfront crashing to the ground, dead.

"Alright, now we're done," Fasha said, dusting off her hands.

"Think we've made our point?" I asked, looking at my aunt.

She looked at me confused. "and what point is that?."

"hahaha...ha.. never mind let's just go home' I didn't really have a point to make, that was dumb of me to say.

As we were about to leave, I noticed a crowd of civilians gathered at a safe distance, watching us. Among them, a few familiar faces stood out. members of the Boys, the group that had been fighting against the corrupt heroes of this world. Hughie, Butcher, and the others watched us with wary eyes.

Butcher stepped forward, a grin spreading across his face. "Well, well, looks like someone beat us to the punch."

I walked over to him, intrigued. "You must be Butcher. I've heard about the hard on you have against Vought and their Supes."

He nodded, eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and curiosity. "And who might you be, sunshine?"

"We're just travelers," I replied, glancing back at my aunt. "But we were just about to head home."

Butcher chuckled, a dark, throaty sound. "Oh, what a sec. Fancy teaming up? there still plenty of fucked up cunts like homelander around."

My aunt and I exchanged a look. "Why not?" she said. "We've got some time before we need to head back. And taking down more of these small flies sounds like more fun than whatever Kami could offer."

"Butcher, lead the way. Let's clean up your mess," I said, a predatory grin spreading across my face. My aunt nodded in agreement, eager to continue our disruption.

Our new alliance with The Boys kicked off with an immediate action plan or, more accurately, a lack of one. Butcher tried to introduce some semblance of strategy, but we were already on the move, there was no point in thinking about this when it was just easier to meet them head-on.

"Oi, you lot, wait up! We need a plan here!" Butcher called after us, frustration lacing his voice.

"No need," Fasha called back, launching into the air. "We'll handle it our way."

Our first encounter was with a group of lesser-known heroes who were quickly trying to rise through the ranks by whatever means necessary. The fight was laughably easy. A-Train's friends tried to gang up on us, using their speed. With a few hits, energy blasts, and a lot of laughs, we killed them without breaking a sweat. Look I had no problems killing Bad people likes these.

The news of our takedown spread fast, and soon, more heroes, or rather 'supes', came to challenge us. Each encounter was more ridiculous than the last. One tried to use mind control, which we shrugged off like an annoying fly, I'm glad that the rule of If we were vastly stronger their powers wouldn't affect us. Another attempted to overpower us with brute strength, only to be sent flying into the next block with a flick of Fasha's wrist.

During one particular fight, a hero known as 'Blackout' tried to envelop us in darkness, cutting off all light. I merely chuckled, as I sensed for him, and I found him cowering behind a dumpster, thinking he was hidden.

"Really? That's your move?" I taunted before ending it with a small ki blast. Fasha looked bored, watching from a few feet away, her arms crossed.

Time passed, and with each supe, we defeated, Butcher's respect for us grew, though his annoyance at our lack of planning never quite faded.

"Fucking hell, you two are something else," Butcher admitted one evening as we sat atop a demolished Vought building, looking out over the city we had practically turned upside down. "Never thought I'd see the day these wankers would be running scared just from a pair of Saiyans."

"well even our weakest could handle these guys easily," I explained with a shrug. "But This has been... refreshing."

As we prepared to leave, Butcher's team gathered around us. Despite their initial reservations, they had come to appreciate our straightforward approach to handling the corrupt heroes.

"Hughie here wants to say something," Butcher nudged a timid young man forward.

Hughie looked up at us, awe and a bit of fear in his eyes. "Thanks, I guess. You've done more in a few days than we've managed in years."

I grinned, clapping him on the shoulder, a bit too hard. He stumbled, but Fasha caught him, steadying him with a chuckle.

"work on getting rid of that timid Nature or Starlight might just leave you," Fasha said jokingly.

As we opened a portal to head back, I looked back at the city, its lights flickering like the stars above. Not for glory, but for the pure, exhilarating joy of it. That's why I had decided to come here.

Stepping through the portal, we found ourselves back at the Lookout, just in time to see Gine cooking for the others while they were in the midst of a heated training session. Kami turned to us, a knowing look in his eyes.

"Had a good trip?" he asked, his voice heavy with disapproval.

"The best," I replied, my spirits high. " No offense Lord Kami but there wasn't really much you could teach us, Not that I think you planned to" Giving him a knowing look.

Fasha nodded her eyes already on the sparring fighters. "It's clear you don't trust us, So we looked for a different form of training."

As Fasha confronted Kami with her blunt assessment, the guardian of Earth took a moment to respond, his gaze shifting between Fasha and me.

"You are right," Kami finally said, his voice steady without a trace of regret. "There is a darkness within both of you, a darkness I am all too familiar with. It is true, I have hesitated to teach you as I have others. I don't believe I should teach you."

He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he seemed to look right through us. "I can sense the blood on your hands, the echoes of your recent actions. It is not just the darkness that concerns me, but how readily you both embrace it. While there is light within you, it is overshadowed by your eagerness for battle and your quickness to end lives."

Kami walked closer, standing before us with a solemnity that commanded attention. "Goku and Gine, despite their own potential for destruction, have a core of light and kindness that guides them. Gine refuses to even fight while Goku seeks strength to protect, to save. I am unsure of what you seek through your power."

His critique was sharp, but not without a hint of sadness, It was the same look the teachers back in my past life used to give me. A teacher who saw potential but feared its direction.

Fasha's eyes hardened for a moment, but then she relaxed, giving a slight nod. "We understand your concerns, Kami. But our methods, though harsh, are driven by our own sense of justice. We are not saints Kami, so if by killing some people we can save lives then so be it"

Kami sighed, the weight of the worlds he watched over evident in his posture. "That is your path, and though I may not agree, I cannot change it. Until then, I won't be training you both." With those words, Kami turned back to oversee the training of the others, leaving us to ponder his words.