Moments ago, there was a storm. In less than three seconds, all hell had broken loose. Literally. No one was quite sure how, why or what, in fact, no one was sure of anything.

          One moment, a storm had raged across the earth, now, something far more dangerous terrorized the small island refuge for the Saiy-Jin race. Before anyone had even seen his face, two Saiy-Jins were dead.

          The words of the monsters attack spread quickly throughout the community, small children huddled in corners, hoping not to be noticed, the larger half of the adults began to pick up their belongings and flee. Cries of pain and desperation could be heard everywhere.

          But amidst all the chaos, a group of fifteen stood tall. Unlike the rest of the confused populace, they were    surrounded by a large golden aura, and the hair stood in shocked blonde spikes. These fifteen were the chosen champions of the Saiy-Jins. These handful of warriors were the only to have reached this coveted level in generations, there power was renowned throughout the world. They were the Super-Saiy-Jins.

          They would face this threat, and like every other being to oppose the Saiy-Jins, it would fall.

          But now, as the rest of there once glorious race ran like dogs, the fifteen stood still, for they could sense the Evil was coming, they knew they would be engaged in battle soon. It was what they lived for.

          Among the fifteen, stood Natsou, believed to be the strongest of the group. He could sense the power much more clearly then the others, and was worried. This power is much stronger than the others believe, and if he is suppressing his power... I fear we will not survive this battle... The warrior thought to himself.

          Also among the fifteen stood young Dameon, the youngest among the group, but despite his age, he had a hidden power within him, and he would do anything to protect his race. I don't know about the others, but I have a really bad feeling about this...

          His thoughts were not far from the truth. Not more then a second had passed since those thoughts flashed trough his mind when something unseen flung three of the fifteen into a nearby building. The building shattered and fell atop his fallen companions, a few moments passed, the entire group confused and shocked at there allies assault. After a brief period of awkward silence, muffled screams could be heard coming from the remains of the crumbled skyscraper. Bright golden light filtered through the rubble, and suddenly the shattered remains flung skyward. The three fighters that had only moments ago been used as wrecking balls for the structure stood tall, powerful golden energy flowing from them. Before one word could be spoken, their attacker shimmered into view.

          "You Saiy-Jins are so resilient..." He chuckled. "It will be bring me great joy to relieve you of your lives..." The creature stood seven feet tall, his skin a dark red, and all vital areas covered by a thick gray armor. An evil black energy flowed around him. Finally, a member of the group spoke up, his name was Vegeta. It was told that he was the descendent of one of the four Legendary Super-Saiy-Jins. "Who are you, and what business do you have attacking us?" There was a firm determination in his voice.

          "I am everything, I am nothing, but if you need a name, you can call me Safire." A smiled formed on his lips, "And as to what I'm doing here... I'll summarize this for you... I am the essence of every creature in the afterlife, I am their power, I am their knowledge. And well, you'd be surprised how many beings and races owe their demise to your bloodthirsty race." His smile quickly faded. "Oh, and don't bother giving me a speech about "how you've changed," because I truly don't care. I'm not here to avenge the fall of others, I'm here because I want to defeat the race that defeated every other. I want challenge. And to defeat you, is to defeat every race you've every defeated. Satisfied?" Again, Safire grinned wickedly.

          "Then you have seen our race win every battle we have ever fought, and you, like all the others, will fall to our wraith!" There was something in Vegeta's voice that encouraged all the others, but some of them feared that his words were not enough.

"Well then..." Safire spoke softly. With that, his fists shot out, and he dove toward the man closest to Vegeta, the young warrior was rocketed into a family shelter. Without seeming to move, Safire flung another pair of Saiy-Jins into a cliffside. Laughing wickedly, he tore through the small group. He viscously he shot Saiy-Jins left and right, and began pummeling the ones already fallen.

          When he finally came to a halt, ten of the fifteen lay strewn across what was left of their homes. Their hair had reverted to its natural colour, for they were unconscious. Vegeta, Dameon, Natsou, Joseph and Logan. Although they had just witnessed the defeat of their ten counterparts, they stood tall, unflinching. Around them, there once beautiful island stood in ruins, in under 8 seconds, there homes had been destroyed, their warriors fallen, and their pride crushed. Safire yawned, and followed with a long sigh. 

          "Vegeta, you said you would show what it is like to fight the Saiy-Jins. But, no fight has occurred, I have simply incapacitated my opponents... When will I get a real challenge...?" Safire snickered. Vegeta's face contorted with rage. "Dameon! Top left! Natsou! Bottom, Right!" The two flew into position around Safire. "Joseph! Bottom left! Logan, top right! I'll take the center!" As the final three took position, Safire realized he had been surrounded. "Cannon of the Gaylik!" Vegeta called out. "Kienzan Burst!" Young Dameon shouted next. "Tri-Beam!" Logan followed. Next, Joseph, "Death's Gate!" And finally, Natsou, he spoke now words, but performed a series of strange arm movements, finally ending with his arm crossed over his chest.

          "NOW!" Vegeta screamed, as all five fighters placed their hands forward. Safire had only a moment to be frightened before powerful beams of raw energy washed over him. Vegeta mumbled to himself, "You wanted to see our power..." And then, screaming out so all could here, "WELL PREPARE TO DIE!" It was a relatively simple comment, but it brought a point across.       

          As the smoke cleared, and the five dropped to their feet, Safire emerged, laughing to himself, "Pathetic..." All five stood shocked. Vegeta, his pride damaged, let loose with a series of powerful blasts, all having no effect. At last, the others slowly regained coconsciousness. Now realizing that this entity was too strong for them, Vegeta commanded: "All of you, get out of here!" "But what about him?" One of the others called out. "Dameon, Natsou, and myself will stay behind. We will put an end to this... thing." Reluctantly, the others began to slowly fly away.

          After a few moments, when only the three remaining Saiy-Jins and Safire remained on the island, Safire spoke: "Now we finish this." Vegeta opened his mouth to speak, but was cut short. A gigantic bolt of yellow lightning shot down from the heavens, a massive explosion and thunder crack following in its wake. All three heads turned to see what had caused such an event, and as the smoke cleared, and the dust settled, a tall, slender could be seen walking through where the lightning had struck only moments earlier. Even Safire himself stood in awe, starring, as the figure walked toward them. When the final debris had settled, the four warriors caught a clear look at the stranger, still walking forwards, he had spiky black hair, wore a blue shirt and belt, covered by a black gis,* he spoke but one sentence, "I have been called many things throughout the years, but you, Safire, will know me as the end of your existence..."