Dragon Ball Roshi

"This guy… can move such a massive ship along with him?"

The scientist smacked his lips, uncertain how to feel about it.

He pressed a button, and with a hiss, the ship's hatch opened. The moment the ramp extended, he saw Taro standing on actual ground outside—a surface with soil, grass, and wildflowers.

"Who's he talking to?" Fabeli muttered as he waited for the ramp to descend fully. Taro was speaking aloud, seemingly to no one, his gaze fixed on a particular point in the sky.

Curious, he followed Taro's line of sight. In the distance, five streaks of white light, like falling stars, blazed across the horizon, heading straight for the ground.

"What the…?" His eyes widened in horror. He instantly remembered the extraterrestrials from the video—those who ravaged a planet without mercy, eventually obliterating it with a single gesture.

"They're here? Are they going to destroy this planet too?"

Seven colorful birds flew past the pale-faced rodent, chirping as they gathered around Taro on the grass.

"Relax, relax, I won't abandon you." Taro said softly, stroking their sleek feathers while keeping his calm gaze on the five "meteors" falling from the sky.

But Taro knew better—they weren't meteors. Those were single-pilot spherical spacecraft, identical to the ones Vegeta and the Ginyu Force used in the original timeline.

Five ships, five distinct energy signatures.

Two of them stood out, exuding overwhelming strength and an aura filled with violence, cruelty, and bloodlust. Even sensing their presence for an extra moment made Taro feel a pang of revulsion.

"Kai-sama, what's the meaning of this? Did you send me to this planet on purpose? I've heard of these types before—they're invaders, aren't they?"

"Well, you caught me." The Northern Kai's cheerful voice echoed from above. "While tracking you across the cosmos, I stumbled upon these guys. Since your power has grown, why not lend me a hand and take care of them? They're always wreaking havoc in the four galaxies—truly despicable!"

Taro sighed softly, but his expression remained composed. "At least tell me who they are and what I'm dealing with."

"Of course, of course! These guys are part of a special unit within one of the universe's major powers. They're from the 'First Strike Force'…"

A faint memory surfaced—this was the Ginyu Force's predecessor from 200 years ago.

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BOOM!

Five spherical ships wrapped in white flames descended, their blazing trails scorching the sky. The intense heat waves twisted the air, leaving an oppressive, roaring energy in their wake.

Below, a bustling alien metropolis thrived with modern skyscrapers, layered highways, and vehicles of various shapes and sizes flowing ceaselessly. The city buzzed with life and energy.

"What is that?" Some citizens had already noticed the anomaly in the sky. Shielding their eyes from the sun, they could barely make out five glowing dots.

Gradually, a distant rumble grew louder, echoing from above.

"Oh no!"

"Are those meteors?"

"Run!"

"Are we really being hit by meteors?!"

As realization dawned, panic rippled through the populace. On the roads, car horns blared as traffic descended into chaos.

Closer and closer.

The five flaming objects loomed larger, unmistakably descending at terrifying speed. Every eye was fixed on them—five blazing white streaks hurtling toward the city.

Then, a massive shockwave rippled downward from the sky.

BOOM!

The ground shook violently. Glass shattered in waves, and buildings quivered from the force. Chaos erupted as the world seemed to collapse in on itself.

The glass facades of every skyscraper shattered in an instant, raining shards onto the streets below like a torrential downpour. Screams, cries, and shouts of terror filled the air. Some succumbed to the shockwave, their hearts giving out on the spot.

"They're falling!"

"We're doomed!"

The crowd surged and scrambled, desperately trying to escape the disaster.

In mere moments, the five blazing fireballs struck the ground.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The once-flat and expansive central avenue was obliterated, replaced by five massive craters. The force of impact was so immense that one of the spheres plowed through a high-rise building like a hot knife through butter, slicing off half the structure before embedding itself into the earth below.

The shockwave from the "meteorites" knocked people off their feet. Some collapsed where they stood, trembling as they stared at the enormous craters left in the aftermath.

At the bottom of each crater, the spherical ships' hatches opened with a sharp hiss. A strange, pressurized gas vented into the air, and then five figures emerged.

They were extraterrestrial beings, each distinct in appearance but all wearing the same uniformed battle gear. Floating out of the craters, they adjusted their scouters—visor-like devices encircling their heads with a dull yellow lens covering one eye. A series of electronic beeps accompanied their movements as the devices scanned the surroundings.

"Aliens?!"

"Monsters!"

"Who are they?!"

Panic rippled through the city as the five beings became visible. What people thought were meteors turned out to be ships carrying otherworldly invaders.

And they could fly.

"Hah, weaklings…" one of the aliens muttered with a cruel grin. He was tall and broad-shouldered, radiating an aura of physical dominance. His scouter displayed information that seemed to confirm his assumption. "It's always the same—technologically advanced planets never seem to have strong defenders. Wouldn't you agree, Lieutenant?"

Floating nearby, the second-in-command of the First Strike Force gave a stoic nod. Though short in stature, his commanding presence was undeniable. Arms crossed, he hovered in front of the group, surveying the panicked masses of the planet's residents with cold, calculating eyes.

Behind him, three more soldiers flanked the tall warrior. Each wore a standard energy device on their arms, capable of firing energy blasts powerful enough to level entire buildings—even at their lowest setting.

"Shall we begin?" the tall alien asked, his grin widening into a sadistic leer.

Suddenly, near one of the craters, a bloodied city dweller holding a crude weapon aimed it shakily at the group of invaders.

"Mon—monsters!" he screamed.

With a sharp bang, his weapon fired a bright shot toward the lieutenant. Unfazed, the lieutenant raised a single finger and effortlessly deflected the projectile. His chilling aura intensified as he spoke, each word cutting like shards of ice:

"Don't waste time. Kill them all."

As the surrounding civilians panicked and fled, the towering soldier of the strike team gave a cruel grin. He extended his hand, forming an ominous energy wave at his fingertips. With a casual flick, he sent it arcing toward the fleeing crowd.

BOOM!

The white, ribbon-like blast ripped through the crowd, detonating in a devastating explosion. The aftermath was horrifying: dismembered limbs, scorched flesh, shattered bones—most victims were reduced to nothing but charred remains.

Where the crowd once stood, a massive, trench-like crater now scarred the earth. Its jagged edges seemed to form a sinister grin, mocking the devastation below.

"Aaaaaah!"

"Help us!"

"Demons!"

The strike team's casual act of slaughter had killed hundreds, plunging the survivors into utter despair. Many collapsed, their minds unable to comprehend the scale of the horror.

"Help!"

The five invaders floated higher into the air, their movements unnervingly synchronized. One of the warriors, his arm equipped with a sleek energy device, chuckled darkly as he heard the cries for salvation.

Suddenly, the sky buzzed with motion and sound. Ships approached rapidly, and an amplified voice boomed from above:

"Attention, extraterrestrials! You are surrounded. Surrender immediately and cease your hostilities. Citizens, remain calm and evacuate in an orderly fashion—"

The towering soldier sneered. "Annoying." With a dismissive wave, he unleashed an energy blast at the ships. BOOM—in an instant, one of the aircraft erupted into flames, crashing to the ground in a fiery inferno.

The ground erupted in chaos. Despair took hold of the people below as they realized these beings were no ordinary foes but living nightmares. Many dropped to their knees, praying fervently for a divine savior.

"Gods? Hah…"

The hulking soldier's hearing was sharp, and he couldn't resist mocking them. "Too bad the captains aren't here. They'd slap this planet into dust just for fun!"

In his memory, countless worlds had been obliterated by the twin captains of their squad whenever they heard natives whispering about "gods" or "divine beings." Their disdain for the word alone often sealed a planet's fate.

"God? Other than Lord Frieza, who would dare call themselves that? Even uttering it is a crime! Destroy, destroy—it's irritating to hear!"

The lieutenant smirked faintly, though he remained characteristically terse. "Enough talk. Get to work."

"With pleasure."

The towering soldier and his comrades raised their hands, energy devices aimed directly at the city below. The glow of accumulating energy illuminated their malicious grins.

But in an instant—

Slash!

The arms of three warriors, including their energy devices, were severed mid-air. A sharp, metallic crack echoed as the towering soldier's wrist was caught in an iron grip. He winced, his expression contorted in pain as the grip tightened, threatening to crush his bones.

"You've killed enough. Time to pay the price."

Taro's voice was calm, his expression as serene as a still lake. Floating before the invaders, he held the towering soldier in place with one hand while the other rested casually at his side. Perched on his shoulders, the seven vibrant birds chirped innocently, their eyes curiously observing the stunned aliens.

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