Joseph, Clone(L) vs Vegeta, Clone, Ur'Alcyonis(W)Ref:Rocket

Cold were the feet which stood upon the grains of sand. Cold were the hands that were hugging their opposite forearm. Cold was the back that rested against the bark of the Tree of Might. Cold from fear? Oh no, this was something much deeper. Excitement, euphoria, bliss, entertainment. Like a small child waiting to see a movie he has been raving about. Or a boxer moments before the sound of his music plays. This was that feeling, the feeling of steel nerves and calm thoughts that had tipped the Saiyan's mental state to the edge of anticipation. 

Murcielago; a barren planet filled with nothing more than the sand beneath his boot and small plots of scattered snow mounds. Time knew nothing of this foreign land as it seemed the grasp of Father Time had been stretched too thin to reach the home of the Cosmic Emperor.  Thus, this planet was born- seeming to have no orbital period, as if it were in cryostasis from the rest of the galaxy.

The Prince had hoped that this barren land would be considered a loss and that no one would disturb his ritual, or at least, draw out the seemingly missing Emperor, Chaos. But alas, it was not mean to be. Visions began to flash through Vegeta's mind, like a slide show that was playing way too fast. He caught glimpses and fragments, but there was nothing concert about what was happening. That was until the image of a boy became burnt into his mind, a boy sitting on a ship just outside the atmosphere of Murcielago.   

"Tsk, a child?" Vegeta scoffed, kicking one of his leg's up to fully prop himself up against the tree he had planted. "Fine then, so be it." Rather or not time ticked on was an argument of semantics, however, it did feel like forever since Vegeta had had the vision. His eyes were bright red, the tip of his nose flushed along with his cheeks, and his arms found themselves crossed into together. It was cold, freezing even, enough to make even the most seasoned of warriors shiver. "Damn it all to hell, where is this brat?" The Prince began to say as the sound of a distant booming crack filled the void of silence. 

Once more his mind filled in the pieces of the puzzle and with the aid of a sixth sense- he could see. The vision came as if someone had pulled a lightly meshed blue bag over his head. The image was grainy, but still visible, and shaded with this ethereal blue smoke that was nearly too hard to explain. In his mind the boy aimed shots in quick successions at his jaw, grabbed his arm, and delivered the final hook in his combination. 

All might have gone well if Vegeta was some weak Earthling- but he was a Saiyan! A smile crept over his face the instant Joe appeared. His head tilted to the side, moving before the boy even had the chance to throw out the first onslaught of jabs. As Vegeta slipped the jabs he felt the force of the punches reverberate down the trunk of the Tree of Might all the way into his spine. "Speed and power, not bad." He mocked as he quickly recoiled his arm that he knew Joe would reach for. Then he proceeded to weave through the hook, ducking and sliding his weight slightly in order to bob directly under the hooking arm, landing him safely on Joe's side. 

Joe's martial prowess became immediately evident as he pressed the attack with another flurry of blows. The prince lifted his arms in order to mitigate some of the more direct damage he would face, but it was all for naught as the small knuckles found purchase in cheek and shoulder. His brain was rattled, his eyes blurred in an instant. Maybe this child had some kind of potential after all. Rocked to the side Vegeta stumbled for just a moment before regaining his footing but as he lifted his gaze, the child was gone. 

"Fuck," he barely muttered as his reality shifted to the ether once more. Joe stood there motionlessly, a few feet from Vegeta with his hands gripping some sort of pole, a staff perhaps. Then, as if time had slowed, the path of the attack became clear. Vegeta had to sit there and watch what would have happened, seeing the staff cave into his chest and expel the air from his lungs like a bad student. He felt the pain, he felt the scream of his lungs gasping for air- if this landed his career may be over! 

Snapping from the ether allowed the Prince to leap back in a mere instance. The staff had appeared out of nowhere just as his body moved and he felt the butt of the shaft graze his armor alongside the appearance of a second child- a clone.  That was close, he thought to himself as the scuff mark on his white armor caught his eye. This kid ain't half bad, I better keep an eye out for anything else.  

Suddenly the hum of the drone grew expediently and another light began to shine down from the heavens. Dozens, possibly hundreds, of thin orange beams scattered like the Dragon Balls, the energy formed a cage for damn near ten miles, maybe more. Each impact of a beam was followed by another beam landing in quick succession. Then static would arch between them and suddenly an impenetrable wall was constructed. His head turned in awe as he noticed the wall soon took shape of a doom.

"Fool, I'm not the one trapped in here with you.... You're trapped in here with me." Vegeta said as began to lower himself into a wider stance.  Lifting his arms up and crossing them into an 'x' he then ripped them down to his waist and tilted his head back as he roared with all his might. "Argh!" He screamed, his aura flashing instantly to a dull gold as well as his hair, showing his mastery of the form by transforming in an instant. Lightning arched to the ground and sparked throughout the air in brief zaps as his aura crackled with power.  "Now, let's get things started, this is already taking too long." He said with a smirk, lifting his arms up as he prepared to defend himself.  

The bloodthirsty grin of the warrior Prince began to crawl as he prepared to engage in an all out brawl, but he was dooped! With a simple side step the double slid from the line of danger and Joe was seen behind curled into a ball like a small animal. Spinning and spinning the child began to glow with a blue aura and his power level began to increase. While this iteration of the technique was unique, Vegeta had seen something similar before- a dive attack that was meant to rip through him! His mind slowed, taking in everything, the movement of the rotations, the lift that Joe had taken in order to preform the flips, and most importantly- the trajectory needed to impact. Call it instinct, call it experience, whatever it was Vegeta already knew what to do without even needing a second thought. His feet shuffled against the ground, at least in appearance as he literally just kicked off of the floor but his body seemed to glitch from the sudden burst of speed. And with that, he was gone. His position had completely changed to be on the opposite side of Joe and the child's attack followed through with a devastatingly awkward 'whiff'. 

However, the battle was not over and Joe's ability to recover from a whiffed technique was at least note worthy- so was his tracking. Vegeta could see it, the narrowed eyes of a warrior tracing the beat of his hunt. "Hmph," Vegeta said with a furled nose. "You're a Saiyan..."  Before there was time to continue his next thought the Prince could see this blue light begin to flash from the palms of Joe. Then, rapidly expanding to the size of a beachball, he launched the gather ball of azure flames toward Vegeta. 

Encasing the Prince in flames would have its own consequences later, but for now he reveled in the pain. Laughter spewed from his heart and his cackle came off rather off putting as he began to swat away at the flames. His skin was burnt to some degree, his armor was covered in soot, and his face had been covered in the same material- a gift to the Prince from the flames. He lifted his white glove and wiped the dust and dirt from his face but he only managed to smear it, making it worse than if he would have left it. He began to huff and puff, oxygen finally filling his lungs once more as the flames had consumed most of the air around him. As he lifted his gaze thought there was only one thing he could see. 

Light- oh what a beautiful thing--- in moderation. Moderation being the key word. However, this technique was no small display of a light show. No, this was a reflection of a star itself. The same blinding radiation that they teach about to children- "don't stare into the star," they would tell them, knowing that the children wouldn't listen. And in a sense, Vegeta was now said child that was staring into the light. He felt the water inside his eyeballs began to boil, the pain was unimaginable and he could hear his scream of agony over the rumble of an unknown mechanical buzz above. 

His hands lifted to shield his face but it was too late, the damage had already been done. Wiping, patting, padding, he tried it all as his eyes fluttered rapidly. He knew what must be done, as difficult as it would have been, he needed to keep his eyes open. Any thing, the smallest detail, could mean the difference between life and death. Luckily his determination and pride allowed small specs of images to become processed between the brief moments his eyes could open. Azure flames once more enveloped the surrounding area. Encasing and devouring any easily flammable substance in their wake.  

As the Saiyan Prince grunted in pain at the bite of the inferno his feet began to stick into the ground. Shards of glass slowly started to form from the grains of sands in reaction to the intense heat. All he could do was bare the pain, fight through the burning sensation on his skin and hope his armor would protect most of him. First he started by biting down on his tongue, while the blood oozed into his mouth he could taste the thick penny like after taste in his throat. But it did the trick, he was able to focus on something else other than the second burn session and as the fire died down he had been standing in the same spot. Soot now riddled his armor and soiled the pure white hue. His hair had been singed and even his aura wasn't enough to completely fend off the chomping jaw of the flames. 

"Fine then, two can play at this game." He said, exhaling a large breathe as his form suddenly shimmered and a clone appeared next to him, completely identical in every sense, expect one. This clone was in its base form, but not for long! Vegeta made his own preparations knowing that no action he would take at the moment would give him any momentum. Instead, he thought ahead, preparing for the worse and expecting the best from his opponent. His mastery over his ki was evident as a hard shell encased the Prince like a group of bodyguards projecting their king. "Let's see how much more you can throw at me, child." Vegeta said with a excited smirk on his face. 

While he spoke a shockwave rippled over the air and extinguished what small flames remained. It was the clone, transforming into the exact form as Vegeta had done moments before. It had seemed that even the clone had it's own thoughts and acted of its own accord as it pulled a vial from Vegeta's side and drank it. Tossing it to the side the Clone gave a large grin. 

"So, what are you waiting on, an invitation?" 

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The defenses raised from the Prince were nothing more than a precaution, though admittedly burning through them as quick as he had done was not ideal. Alas, they would grant him the padding needed to withstand the initial onslaught of the child- thus granting him advantages in the long run. Huffing like a hound Vegeta stood there covered in burns and with singed hair. He wanted to say something witty once more, but honestly- maybe the time for jokes were over. He was on the receiving end of a one sided beat down, how much longer could he defend himself before defenses for whittled down to nothing? 

That's when it happened, coming through in waves of golden shimmering light- just as he had done. The Elevated form of the Super Saiyan, a form that few had mastered and even fewer had used on the battlefield against him. Was this child so powerful that he had reached heights that took Vegeta half of his life to obtain? Was this some kind of hybrid gift granted by the Gods? It was truly baffling, the power and potential the child showed within the first thirty seconds of the battle, but something began to creep its way into the Prince's mind- doubt. 

As the golden light reflected from his pupils he could feel his mind wander. Was this half breed more powerful than the Pure Blooded Prince? Was he able to win even though the odds were stacked against him? Just then Joe shot his hand forward and an orb of ki flew from his palm. Vegeta could see it heading toward him, but once more he was pulled into the realm where time was his ally.To his right stood the clone and just in front of them he could see the shattering of the glass- the impact zone! From the impact four balls arose and threatened both he and his copy. Not today! 

The two of the Saiyans split from one another, the clone zipping toward the right while the Prince rocketed to the left. Just as they did the ground erupted in shards of glass and ki that scattered like shrapnel. Their movements had seemed to be in sync as they both preformed a simple "tuck and roll" impacting the loose sand with their shoulders before springing up to their feet once more. 

Before Vegeta could react though, Joe was already rushing forward. Joe's elbow, sharp as a knife and infused with his ki, slammed into Vegeta's barrier. It rattled and shook like a crashing wave rippling down to a dead calm, but slowly the elbow broke through to his abdominals. The Prince could feel the pressure pushing onto his abs from the plate he wore and although it was agonizing, the protection was much appreciated at that moment. Spit flew from his mouth as his jaw dropped slightly and a gasp for air followed the deafening silence that fell from his lips. 

Clenching his stomach he could only watch in shock as Joe launched himself back from the attack with power crackling from his fingers. A ki attack, Vegeta was certain of it! He could hear himself telling his body to move, and at first it wasn't as responsive as he had hoped for it to be. But, before Joe had finished gathering the necessary energy, he was in control once more! With his arm still hanging onto his stomach he began to sprint as fast as he could in the opposite direction. He didn't know what was coming, but he knew that there would need to be distance between the two of them, so he ran and he ran. 

With each stride he took he could feel the wind pressing back his hair and soon his eyes could see the clone off to the side doing the exact same. As he looked over to his left, just over his shoulder, he could see the illumination of the ki. It was raining down on him like a torrent of hellfire, as if a meteor had crashed into the planet's atmosphere and crumbled to tiny fragments. The volley then proceeded to fill Vegeta's mind with a scene he would soon never forget. 

He dashed through the sandy lands of the planet of the Cosmic Emperor with sparks of lightning and glass scattering into the air as he wove through the blasts. Although the attack was avoided- damage was not. It went well at first and then as dirt filled the air and glass flew across his exposed fleshy cheek, he saw nothing but white. White that was as blinding as the technique Joe had used only moments earlier. A white that was so unwelcoming that he wished from the cold embrace of death. 

Vegeta was once more thrown to the side- tossed into the air from one of the blasts and juggled like a rag doll. His armor did what it could to reduce the blow, absorbing as much energy as it could, and luckily his thought process had allowed him to raise defenses moments prior. It was all in case of something like this, and he was thankful that he had thought ahead. Around him glass covered the land and as he stood fragments fell from his hands and chest. His body was beaten and battered, blood oozed from fresh wounds on his face and beneath his armor, but he was still alive and "well." 

The clone, on the other hand, ran as fast as it could but even it knew that he would not outrun the blast. So it did the only thing he knew it could, it ran, and it ran as fast as it could until it's frame was flickering from reality and shifting through the veil. Soon enough it had realized his speed was not enough and his heels dug into the sand to stop all momentum. Turning to face the rain of fire he looked up at the meteor storm of ki with eyes as cold as ice. His armor began to shine with a dim purple hue, his gauntlets vibrated with incredible intensity and he lifted them to protect his face. He felt the blasts impact his armor with a hollow hum as the gauntlets and armor introduced a thin layer of energy between the dangerous blasts and himself. Like raindrops against a windshield he heard the ping of energy splatter against his defenses. Although the attack was dampened it was not entirely negated and he could feel the pressure start to increase with each successful impact. By time the explosions had concluded he was on one knee, head twist to the left and right as he looked for Vegeta Prime. Then, off in the plume of dust, debris, and glass, he saw the Prince. Rushing to his aid he lifted Vegeta by the arm and turned toward Joe and the Clone once more.   

With the two of them together once more a plume of thicker smoke filled the air. The gas lifted into a cloud and masked their vision- another of the same tricks that had been used before. "Do it," Vegeta commanded as he looked up to the top of the dome. The clone nodded and turned its palm toward the sky, letting a dim light illuminate the darkness around the two of them. Slowly the orb began to float, higher and higher it went, then suddenly it zipped into the sky like a floating star! No, not a star, a moon! Waves of energy surged from the false moon and a low growl could be heard from within the mask of smog. Vegeta fought the urge to transform, suppressing all the emotion and raw energy he could until there was nothing else to suppress except instinct. 

Their eyes began to flash, gold to brown, brown to black, black to blue, and then landing somewhere in the middle at a brilliant  amber. With this the channeled state was complete and the power had adjusted itself down to a fine point, as if it were a finely tuned engine. He had entered a state that no Saiyan had gone before, one that he had studied and attempted to master for years- the Wrathful State. 

Cackling like an old crone he let his arms fall to his left and right. Energy poured into his palm and lightning arched from his fingers to the ground as if he were the god of lightning himself. Upon his index finger a small gem began to glow as the power surged throughout his hands. Lightning crackled and the gem illuminated into a soft white aura, adding its own power into the attack as it absorbed the Blutz Waves from the False Moon. Glass soon glistened in contrast of his aura and he looked at Joe with a devilish grin. How would the child like a taste of his own medicine he wondered? With that thought dancing in his mind he threw his palms forward, firing two beams that were nearly touching once another. Then, moments before it impacted, he yanked his arms into the sky and the beam along with it. Then, due to the force of his pull, the beams collided and once more torrent of flames was unleashed onto the surface of the planet. Raining down onto Joe and his clone would be a volley much like they had sent, but there was no way Vegeta was going to allow himself to stop the assault there! 

No, instead he allowed the beam to be cut off and as the hellfire continued to rain down on them he squeezed the two balls of ki in his palm as tight as he could. The pressure placed on the orbs caused them to become unstable and as he tossed the two orbs at his opponents they split into six orbs with three going at each of his enemies. What was more rewarding than one taste of medicine though? How about a double dose! 

The Prince then ran forward under the light of the false moon and his fingers sprawled out near the side of his eyes. Tightly closing them he let out a might roar as the moonlight reflect itself just perfectly against his aura. "Solar Flare!" He screamed, tempted to change the name to 'lunar' for the purpose of the attack.  At that moment Joe would face the very same blinding light that Vegeta had felt, the painful burn of the radiant illumination that would cause ringing pain and searing screams inside of his mind. As the light died down Vegeta and his clone steeled themselves and prepared for the worse by lowering down into a fighting stance. What else did Joe have up his sleeve? 

 

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A thunderous clap roared throughout the empty void of space and time as the child rushed forward. Vegeta, through the crackle of energy, could see bits and pieces of Joe Prime, his hands spreading far apart as a scarlet orb began to formulate inbetween his palms. Was the child really thinking of fighting the Prince head on? Could he not sense the gap in power? Surely the young warrior was mistaken or confused? Vegeta smirked as he was moments from releasing his blast, and in true arrogant Prince fashion- he let out a chuckle of excitement. 

"Yes... Let's see what you have to offer, lil' one!" He cackled as the events unfolded before him. First there was the dead calm- the silence  that only signaled the calm before the storm. Then there was the flash of light- as blinding as a star and as warm as the Earth's sun. What came after was nearly unexplainable- the force Vegeta felt against his chest. The patter of his heart from wave after wave of force nearly knocked him from his feet. And finally, the adrenaline that surged through his body as the sense of danger grew. He had thrown everything he had into the attack, every fiber of his being, and as the sparks flew through the skies like fireworks on the Fourth of July, he could only look on in awe. Would his attack still reach the child or would the child's attempts at stopping an unstoppable force prove too much for the Prince? 

Joe was not the only one to stumble back from the force of the aftermath as both Vegeta Prime and the Prince Clone both shuffled back slightly and lifted his arms. Dust and debris scattered out from the epicenter of the explosion and belted the two warriors in small chunks as they grunted from the sting of tiny grains of sand and chips of glass. Blood seeped from fresh wounds, poured from old wounds, and their skin became flushed from the stings of contact and the bite of the burns. Vegeta caught himself glancing to the clone to check over his damage, and while battered, he seemed fine for now. 

What followed was the first real successful counter measures Vegeta had been able to muster. The volley of blasts pelted down on the child like a step parent and granted the Prince more than enough room to adjust to the battle at hand. With that small window he was able to better prepare himself mentally for the exhausting events to come, as well as, prepare his body from the beaten it would suffer at the expense of a victory. 

As the smoke flooded the area once more the Clone sprung into action and Vegeta sped to the side. They knew what Joe was going to do- it was obvious. They wanted to mask their movements so that they could target the False Moon- the source of their sudden increase of power. It was a wise move, but ultimately a little bit of smoke did little to mask the elevation of their power as they gathered ki. 

For Vegeta Prime it was simple, take all the damage he could withstand at the moment, and then, when the time was right, spring his counter strike. However, the clone was on a different game plan. The two of them worked without without communication and currently the clone knew that its role was purely supportive. Thus, it faced the two orbs that flew its way head on- lettings it body shutter in pain as he pushed on toward the next pair of orbs. Its feet ricocheted until finally it had made its way in front of the trajectory. As it whipped itself into the path, the Clone lashed out at the two orbs- chopping them with relative ease until they flew off into the distance and out of harms way of the False Moon. Next was the other Clone, its power elevating as it gathered the necessary ki for the same move Joe had used earlier. 

Its own aura flared from the dull gold into the once again vibrant pantone it had been during its transformation. Then, with hands immediately in motion and yanking the beam into the proper path, the Clone let out a mighty battle cry. Grunting, screaming, and sweat pouring from the pours, his body shifted the energy into direct contact with the other blast. Raw strength wasn't enough and the clone found itself gathering the same energy as Vegeta had done just moments ago. The False Moon began to pulse like a heart and power flowed into the ki blast the clone had performed. Soon the two beams imploded on one another, sending a resonating hum over the field and then blipping into a tiny bead of light. After a second of silence the shockwave rippled out from the epicenter. A large crater scarred the surface of the planet and it had seemed if the blast's ate everything within their path, leaving only the crater in their wake. If successful then the Clone would have single handedly saved the False Moon and themselves from danger, however- if he were to fail- the tide of the battle may change forever. 

The Clone had sensed Vegeta's power during the latest barrage of ki blasts and it knew that it needed to buy some more time, thus it sprung into action once more. Two orbs found themselves gathered into the Clone's palms and like a pitcher he began to wildly throw one orb after the other, until six orbs had been thrown out- three at each of his foes. Then, between each step taken from the pitches, and closing the gap with his own speed, his allowed his fist to cock itself back with energy wrapping around his knuckles. It wasn't ideal to be this close to Joe Prime, especially with the difference in power, but the Clone knew if he could spare a few seconds that the battle may turn in their favor. So, he approached Joe with the hopes of closing in on the guard. Then, as he threw the ki laced uppercut toward the jaw of the child, he poured every last ounce of ki he could spare in the short amount of time- hoping that if the uppercut had landed that it would completely disorient Joe from the sudden surge of power.  As it leapt back from the guard of the child it gathered ki once more, lobbing six more orbs toward both Joe Prime and the other Clone. The act of supporting was more than just buffing and debuffing, no it was much more- some times the best defense was an amazing offense- and the Clone's ability to lay down suppressive fire may have proved itself worthy of noting. 

Awaiting on the side line was Prince Vegeta, body lowered into a stance that lowered his center of gravity and reflected the heart of the Saiyan Empire. While one hand was tightly clenched down near his waist representing the "heart of a warrior," the other had been extended out in front of his face, resembling a claw- the "claw of the Great Ape." But the Prince had not been standing there for nothing no, his power level was rising, the surface began to crumble as the gravity seemed to reverse. Rocks floated as if they were in orbits around the Prince and sand had been swirling around him as if he were in a storm. Lightning crackled from one grain to the next as his power level continued to escalate and soon the whirlwind of sand had formed a solid sculpture of glass around the Saiyan Prince. As his power reached its peak he let out a powerful roar from his heart and the glass shattered in all directions. His eyes had hardened and his muscles were more defined than moments ago. This was it, his strongest form, Super Saiyan 2. 

Seeing the Clone struggle with the attack was the perfect signal for him to continue and he found himself lifting his hand before Joe could have another moment to react. Pressing a button on his gauntlet sent a signal to a near by drone whose hub began to light up with life. The small circular drone then zipped into action, arching around the Tree of Might and firing a barrage of energy waves at Joe as it covered for it's 'master.' 

"What's the rush, man?" The Drone said as it began to lazily swirl around Joe and the Clone, ensuring the most efficient angle possible for its following attacks. 

Under the cover of the Drone's suppressive fire Vegeta continued his preparation. His hands found a small capsule hidden within one of the compartments on his waist  and as he lobbed it over toward Joe it released a high pitched screech that would cause even the most deaf of people ear's to bleed. With hopes that Joe was disorientated, at least for the time being, the assault finally could be underway. 

The Prince rushed forward, right arm cocked back and telegraphing the attack- but he didn't care. Instead he focused all of his might into the attack, all of his energy and focus. He knew where he wanted to strike, and while it was not as quick or flashy as Joe's had been in the beginning, the execution of the strike would prove his own prowess on the martial front. His shoulders twisted slightly as he gathered the proper momentum from his strike and then after unleashing the furious haymaker he was sure to lean and step into his attack with all his weight. 

"Take this!" He screamed as the hook became enveloped in a beautiful snow white aura as if it were a boxing glove and moments before impact suddenly erupted into a fiery inferno. His lips slightly puckered and his chest expanded as he inhaled said inferno nearly instantly. With the ki lacing once again into the inhaled attack, he unhinged his jaw and the fire spewed out from his mouth like a demon from the depths of Hell. 

Finally he had prepared for this final moment, a period of time where he could unless all of his strength into one attack. Both his left and right palm lifted into the air as two orbs appeared in an instant. Ki rushed into the small orbs and soon they were larger than a beachball and lightning arched from orb to orb. Vegeta smiled, taking aim at both of his enemies as he lifted his nose with confidence. 

"Let's see how you handle this. Double Big Bang Attack!" He roared as the two orbs flew toward their respective targets, carving a crater in the ground and leaving a trail of glass in their wake. As they exploded their power became even more evident as the once beachball sized orbs domed into a large semi sphere of destructive energy. They stretched out for hundreds of meters, possible even half of a mile between the both of them, and all the Prince could do was look on with excitement in his eyes. Had he landed the blow? Was Joe able to pull something from his bag of tricks? He couldn't wait to see the aftermath.... 

 

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The Double Big Bang Attack was once again successful and the dome of destruction it caused eventually simmered down to reveal both Joe and the Clone recovering meekly.  The child had to turn his attentions to defending his clone after the success of Vegeta's latest attacks, something Vegeta was not keen on doing himself if the time came to it. Thus, while his attentions were pulled elsewhere, the two blasts shot from Vegeta's mouth managed to land squarely on target. They were the weakest attacks he had thrown out during the battle, yet they were the first attacks to warrant any kind of visible and audible reaction from the child as he grunted in pain. Surprising~

All was going according to plan, the child had been failing left and right and he now was officially against the ropes. Of course, this was do to Joe's own foolery and inexperience as well. Urizen's efforts had most likely given both Vegeta Prime and the Clone the window of opportunity that they had needed to win- Joe just didn't realize it yet. It was all in one moment, one tiny moment, where Urizen vanished in a flicker and left nothing but the faintest trace of blue ki in his stead. Then, within that single blink of an eye, the Primeval had entrapped the Joe Clone within thin tendrils of black energy- effectively locking him out of the battle for but a moment. The Prince had to give Urizen credit where it was due, his ability to lock the clone out of battle was impressive to say the least. Thus, the window was now fully open- and Joe Prime's flowing actions only opened it wider.  

During this time Joe Prime began to manipulate the flow of ki that hovered across the crater riddled surface of the land. Thick sparks became visible and soon the ki appeared to be more of a mask than anything else. While the appearance was different, the ki signature Joe was giving off was not- this was that damn smoke screen again! While Vegeta once more leapt backwards to avoid the masking effects, his clone had a different plan and lifted its hand as a soft crimson light appeared from a ring on his finger. Then, after a spark from the smoke screen seemingly reacted to the illumination of the ring, the smoke began to move away from the clone and toward the caster- after all, smoke screens work both ways. 

A volley of ki blast suddenly emerged from behind the curtain of smoke and both Vegeta's reacted by accepting their fate. Prime took the attacks, raising his arms to take the brunt of the attack without wavering in his stance. While the clone had began to scream out in rage as lightning crackled around his dull aura. Suddenly, maybe from the explosions of the ki blasts or his transformation itself, a shockwave rippled over of the sand and forced the grains to scatter on the surface. His once dull aura was now as vibrant as Vegeta Prime's and lightning occasionally struck within his field of aura. 

Vegeta took this time to unleash his power to the fullest extent and it took no more than a second to reach levels he had never dreamed of. His Jaw tightened as sweat cascaded down his body and grains of sand shifted into the air as if gravity had been reversed. Sparks shattered into the floating sand causing tiny crystals to form and shatter under Vegeta's power. Then, with a final scream to end the show, everything around him flew out in its own direction. 

It was time. 

In the middle of Joe attempting to muster some kind of defense both he and his clone planted their feet firmly into the ground. The clone lifted both arms parallel with the ground and two small orbs appeared directly against his palms. The heat from the condensed ki was immense, enough to sting even under the protective layer of armor he was wearing, but he ignored it as the attack began to form. 

The original Prince made sure to set up precautions before the battle would continue, clicking a button on his gauntlet once more to activate an electrical discharge that would engulf Joe for a moment. Then, as the clone had done, he took a wide stance and lifted his arms up so they ran along evenly with the surface of the planet. Power surged into his body and his aura flickered like a dying light blub as if flashed from dull to bright. His veins along his temples and neck began to bulge and before long two large orbs appeared into his palms once more. The only difference was the swelling of his ki compared to the Double Big Bang Attack, so far at least. He had forced his body to hold the ki attack far beyond the point was meant to be held, and then he pushed it further- forcing every ounce of power that he could into the attack. 

Vegeta turned his head to his copy, nodding as his attack was now at the pinnacle of its power, and then they turned. The Clone took to the left, firing off a dozen baseball sized orbs of ki. He flailed his arms back and forth, like a catapult firing in rapid succession, aiming half of the dozen at each opponent. These baseball sized orbs were powerful, each one able to erase a city from existence if they landed. Their explosions, if successful, would ripple across the battlefield, leaving nothing but destruction in their wake. Each tiny blast would have dwarfed the destruction of Vegeta's Big Bangs. On the other hand Prime took to the right, vanishing in a blur of motion and a thin blue image. As he unleashed his volley of attacks he focused heavily on Joe Prime, allowing two of the large blasts to travel toward the child, while the final blast found itself aimed toward Joe's clone. Vegeta's strength would soon be realized as his latest technique would show the destructive capabilities of some of his strongest techniques. In fact, even though it was of a lesser level in his arsenal, he knew it was going to be more powerful than the Clone's attack, which was sure to be a surprise for those who hadn't seen either technique. 

The window of opportunity was open and few could deny the fact that Vegeta, Prince of Saiyans, was an opportunist.  

 

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