One Piece: The Saiyan Pirate

Chapter 74: Chaos in the Jungle

The front doors of the stark white building creaked open, and Mr. 5 stepped out into the humid air of Little Garden, his dark sunglasses glinting under the filtered sunlight streaming through the dense canopy above. His partner, Miss Valentine, followed close behind, her parasol twirling idly in her gloved hand. She hummed a light, dissonant tune, a mocking contrast to the tension crackling between them and their trailing counterparts.

Not far behind, Mr. 3 emerged, his meticulous composure betrayed only by the faint curl of his lips as he cast a disdainful glance at Mr. 5. The little girl by his side, Miss Goldenweek, strolled casually, clutching a paint set in her small hands, seemingly unconcerned with the brewing confrontation.

"Listen closely," Mr. 3 said, his voice a sharp whisper as he paused in his stride. He turned to glare at Mr. 5 and Miss Valentine. "I need you to follow my plan perfectly. No deviations, no theatrics. We cannot afford any slip-ups."

Miss Valentine smirked, tilting her head playfully. "Oh, come now. Where's the fun in perfection?"

Mr. 5 said nothing, his lips a tight line as he nodded curtly.

Satisfied, Mr. 3 adjusted his glasses and gestured for them to proceed. Together, the four agents moved silently through the thick jungle, their footsteps muffled by the dense underbrush. The path they took veered toward the river, where the Straw Hat Pirates' ship, the Going Merry, lay docked.

High above them, Sanji crouched on a thick branch, his sharp eyes trailing their every move. Hidden among the treetops, he exhaled a thin stream of smoke from his cigarette and muttered under his breath, "What are those clowns up to now?" He leaned forward slightly, careful not to make a sound, and continued observing as the agents disappeared further into the foliage.

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A Few Minutes Later: The Going Merry

The thick foliage surrounding the river provided ample cover for the four Baroque Works agents. They crouched low, peering out through the leaves at the ship moored just a short distance away. The Going Merry swayed gently with the current, its vibrant figurehead shining under the sunlight. However, an eerie silence enveloped the area; not a single sound could be heard, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze.

Mr. 3 narrowed his eyes, studying the vessel. "It's quiet. Too quiet," he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. He turned his gaze to Mr. 5. "Now's your time to shine. Turn the sake barrels into explosives. If they're aboard, we'll draw them out."

Mr. 5 cracked his knuckles, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "On it," he said, his voice low and confident.

Carefully, he began to creep toward the ship, his movements practiced and precise. The underbrush rustled faintly as he advanced, and soon he was close enough to see the deck of the ship clearly. There, sitting cross-legged near the mast, was a young woman with vibrant orange hair. She was engrossed in a book, flipping through its pages with an air of calm that belied the danger lurking nearby.

As Mr. 5 studied her, his attention was caught by the sound of distant voices coming from the jungle. His eyes darted toward the source of the commotion, and he quickly retreated to the others' hiding spot.

"Well?" Mr. 3 demanded, his voice sharp and impatient.

Mr. 5 shook his head. "More people just showed up," he muttered, crouching low.

"What kind of people?" Miss Valentine asked, her tone laced with annoyance.

Before Mr. 5 could answer, the voices grew louder, and figures began to emerge from the jungle. Leading the group were two towering giants, Dorry and Broggy, their massive frames casting long shadows over the forest floor. Behind them followed Gin, Vivi, Usopp, and Karoo, their expressions alert and wary.

From her spot on the deck, Nami looked up and spotted them approaching. Setting her book aside, she rose gracefully and walked to the ship's railing. "Hey!" she called out, waving a hand in greeting. "Where's Goku?"

Usopp answered first, his voice carrying over the water. "He went to find Zoro," he said, a hint of exasperation in his tone. "You know how those two are."

Vivi stepped forward, her face serious. "We don't have time for that. Baroque Works is on the island."

Hidden among the foliage, Mr. 3's eyes widened in shock. "They already know?" he hissed under his breath. The other agents exchanged confused looks, but Mr. 3 quickly regained his composure. "No matter," he muttered to himself. "This situation is still salvageable."

Straightening, he turned to his companions. "Follow my lead," he instructed.

The others nodded in agreement, and with that, Mr. 3 stepped out of the jungle, his movements deliberate. "Well, well, congratulations," he called out, his voice dripping with mockery. "You figured out we were here. But that changes nothing."

The others followed him, fanning out slightly to form an imposing line. Gin stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as recognition dawned. "You again," he said, his voice cold. "I fought you two idiots back on Whiskey Peak. You didn't stand a chance then, and you don't stand a chance now."

Mr. 5 bristled at the remark. "I was holding back then," he snapped. "This time, I won't."

Gin smirked, pulling out his tonfas and spinning them with practiced ease. "Let's see what you've got," he said, taking a fighting stance.

Mr. 3 interrupted, his voice cutting through the tension. "This won't be so simple," he declared. Raising one hand, he conjured a shimmering mass of wax, molding it with swift precision into armor and a shield. "Let's begin."

With that, Mr. 3 launched himself at Gin, his shield leading the charge. Gin met him head-on, striking with his tonfas, but the hardened wax absorbed the impact with ease. Before Gin could react, the wax began to deform and flow, enveloping his weapons and climbing up his arms. Within moments, his hands were bound together, encased in solid wax.

The battle erupted in full force, a cacophony of shouted orders, grunts of exertion, and the devastating impacts of clashing abilities echoing through the jungle. The calm, humid air of Little Garden gave way to chaos as the agents of Baroque Works unleashed their full might against the Straw Hat crew and their allies.

Mr. 3 led the charge, his wax armor gleaming in the fractured sunlight filtering through the dense canopy. Gin struggled against the hardened wax encasing his arms, the material crawling up his body like a living cage. He gritted his teeth, his muscles straining as he tried to shatter the bindings.

"You won't break free," Mr. 3 said with a sneer. "My wax is harder than steel. Face it, you're already defeated."

Gin growled in frustration, planting his feet firmly into the ground. With a roar, he swung his body to the side, slamming Mr. 3 with a powerful shoulder charge. The force sent Mr. 3 stumbling back, but the wax tightened its grip around Gin, pinning him in place.

Above them, Miss Valentine hovered in mid-air, her parasol spinning lazily. She smirked as she assessed the battlefield, her yellow sundress fluttering in the breeze. "My turn," she cooed, flipping her parasol shut. Her body plummeted toward the ground, gaining mass as she activated her Kilo Kilo Fruit powers.

From a safe distance, Usopp watched her descent with widening eyes. "Nami! Incoming!" he shouted, scrambling for cover.

Nami barely had time to react as Miss Valentine's mass increased to thousands of kilograms. The ground beneath her impact cratered, sending shockwaves rippling through the jungle. Trees splintered, and dirt erupted into the air, obscuring the battlefield in a choking cloud of debris. Nami was thrown off balance, stumbling backward and clutching her staff.

Miss Valentine rose from the crater, brushing dirt off her dress. "Oh, don't run away, dear," she said mockingly, skipping toward Nami with eerie cheerfulness. "This is just getting fun."

Meanwhile, Mr. 5 had squared off against Usopp. His every movement was deliberate, his sunglasses glinting ominously as he flexed his fingers. "You talk big for someone so weak," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. With a flick of his wrist, he snapped his fingers, igniting the air between them. The explosion sent a shockwave through the clearing, forcing Usopp to dive for cover behind a tree.

"You're insane!" Usopp shouted, clutching his slingshot. He loaded his sling shot and fired, the projectile zipping through the air. Mr. 5 didn't flinch. Instead, he caught the projectile mid-flight, his hand glowing faintly as the dial turned volatile.

"Nice try," Mr. 5 said with a grin. "But your little tricks don't work on me." He hurled the explosive projectile back at Usopp, the resulting blast sending him flying into the underbrush. Smoke and flames engulfed the area, leaving a blackened patch of jungle in its wake.

Nearby, Dorry and Broggy had entered the battle with thunderous roars, their massive forms crashing through the trees as they charged toward the agents. Their weapons—Dorry's giant broadsword and Broggy's immense axe—cut swathes through the jungle, reducing everything in their path to splinters.

"You dare challenge the might of the giants of Elbaf?!" Broggy bellowed, raising his axe high. He brought it down with a force that shook the ground, narrowly missing Miss Valentine, who leapt gracefully out of the way.

Mr. 3 clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Those giants are going to be a problem," he muttered. He raised his hands, summoning a torrent of molten wax. With swift precision, he began molding the substance into massive walls, attempting to trap the giants in a makeshift prison.

Dorry swung his sword, shattering the first wall with ease. "Your tricks are useless against us!" he roared, his voice echoing across the battlefield.

"Not alone, they aren't," Mr. 3 muttered. "Mr. 5, now!"

Mr. 5 grinned and launched himself forward, his fists glowing with explosive energy. He targeted Broggy, who swung his axe in retaliation. The impact of axe against explosive fist sent a shockwave through the jungle, uprooting trees and sending debris flying. Broggy stumbled backward, momentarily disoriented, giving Mr. 3 the opening he needed.

With a deft motion, Mr. 3 manipulated his wax into tendrils, which snaked around Broggy's legs and began climbing up his body. "Hold still, you overgrown brute," Mr. 3 sneered. The wax hardened instantly, pinning Broggy in place.

Dorry turned to help his companion, but Miss Valentine intervened, increasing her mass to crush the ground beneath him. Dorry's footing faltered, and he fell to one knee. Mr. 3 seized the opportunity, trapping the second giant with another surge of wax.

The giants thrashed against their restraints, their roars shaking the very air. But Mr. 3's wax proved impenetrable, even to the legendary strength of the warriors of Elbaf.

Amid the chaos, Miss Goldenweek had taken up a position on a nearby rock, her small paint set spread out before her. She hummed softly to herself, dipping her brush into a pot of paint. With precise strokes, she painted symbols onto the surrounding trees.

"Miss Goldenweek, what are you doing?" Mr. 5 shouted, dodging a wild swing from Usopp's slingshot.

"Helping," she replied simply, her voice calm. As the symbols glowed faintly, the Straw Hats' movements began to slow. A strange lethargy overcame them, their focus dissipating as if caught in a trance.

Nami clutched her head, shaking it violently. "What… what is this?"

"It's art," Miss Goldenweek said with a small smile.

One by one, the Straw Hats and their allies fell. Gin, still bound by wax, was immobilized as Mr. 3 tightened his restraints. Usopp was knocked unconscious by a well-placed explosion from Mr. 5. Nami was subdued by Miss Valentine's crushing force, her Clima-Tact shattered in the process. Even the mighty giants, Dorry and Broggy, lay motionless, trapped in wax that encased them like statues.

The jungle was a ruin. Trees lay toppled, their trunks scorched and splintered. The ground was littered with craters, the aftermath of Mr. 5's relentless explosions. Smoke hung heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid scent of burnt foliage.

The agents stood victorious, their opponents incapacitated. Mr. 3 adjusted his glasses, a satisfied smirk on his face. "As I said," he drawled, "this was inevitable."

Miss Valentine giggled, twirling her parasol. "They put up a good fight, though. Almost entertaining."

Mr. 5 crossed his arms, his expression smug. "Now what?"

Mr. 3 turned toward the Going Merry, his gaze calculating. "Now, we finish the job."

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The jungle seemed to hold its breath as the Baroque Works agents stood over their defeated foes. The flickering shadows of the setting sun danced across the battered clearing, painting a grim picture of the chaos that had unfolded. Mr. 3 adjusted his tie, his expression smug as he surveyed the destruction.

"Now that's done," he said, gesturing toward the Going Merry, "it's time to—"

A deafening boom interrupted his words, shaking the ground beneath their feet. Leaves rustled violently, and the air grew heavy with an overwhelming pressure. Before anyone could react, two figures descended from the jungle canopy, landing with a force that cracked the earth and sent a shockwave rippling outward.

The dust settled slowly, revealing Goku and Zoro standing shoulder to shoulder.

Goku's stance radiated confidence. His hair, wild and untamed, seemed to glow faintly in the fading sunlight. Zoro, carrying his three swords, exuded a menacing calm. His swords gleamed dangerously, reflecting the fiery determination in his eyes.

"Looks like we missed the party," Goku said, his voice casual but carrying an undertone of restrained fury.

Zoro cracked his neck, his gaze sweeping over the scene. "Tch. Seems like these clowns got a little carried away."

The agents froze, their earlier bravado replaced by unease. Mr. 3 took a cautious step back, his calculating mind already racing. "So," he said, forcing a smirk, "reinforcements arrive. No matter. You'll fall like the rest of them."

Goku tilted his head, his expression turning serious. "That's not happening." He clenched his fists, his aura flaring briefly before calming. "You hurt my friends. That was a big mistake."

Zoro smirked, his hand resting on the hilt of Wado Ichimonji. "We'll deal with you quickly. I've got better things to do than babysit amateurs."

Miss Valentine twirled her parasol nervously, glancing at Mr. 5. "This... might be a problem," she muttered.

Mr. 5 clenched his fists, small sparks igniting around his knuckles. "They're just two more targets," he growled. "Don't lose your nerve."

Goku stepped forward, his feet digging into the cracked ground. His expression softened momentarily as he glanced at the fallen crew members and the restrained giants. "Zoro," he said without looking back, "you good to take half of them?"

Zoro drew his swords in one fluid motion, the metallic ring echoing ominously. "Don't underestimate me." He pointed one blade toward Mr. 3. "You're mine."

"Good," Goku replied. His voice grew firm, his gaze snapping back to the agents. "Then let's clean this up."

The oppressive silence that followed was broken by the rustling of leaves and the distant cries of birds fleeing the scene. The Baroque Works agents shifted uneasily, but Goku and Zoro didn't move, their resolve radiating like an unyielding wall.

For the agents, the realization was clear: the battle was far from over.

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