Stepping on the Beach [Blossom[W] vs. Mona[Killed][Ref: Joe]

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Mona seemed to want cancellation with her comments, but they did not bother Blossom at all. From the looks of her prey right now, Blossom had nothing to worry about, even if she did go all out. And then Mona decided to attempt going all out and the area around them changed between gold and red shades. The slender female grew extra buffed with muscles and even a weirdly added moustache.

Very Weird.

With the grip on her sword tightened, Blossom swung it in unison with Mona’s showing off how skilled Blossom was with her blades. It was simple to Blossom, having two blades to work with. She swung and clashed her blades with Mona, the sounds of their steel creating twisted yet still beautiful tones. Their swords were singing to the skies. Buttercup and Bubbles floated above them and could see the sparks of steel and hear the clash of metal.

“Ooo, they are going at it aren’t they,” Bubbles asked looking to Buttercup, who was all frowns as usual.

“Yea, Blossom seems to be having a bit more fun with this one. It looks like the warriors off Trace are worth the challenges. But even so – this one is barely faster than us. You know what that means to Blossom…”

Bubbles nodded and looked back down at the fight. “It means that she can read her movements too easy, but that burst of speed is insane right now.”

“Its temporary. Blossom knows a similar technique. Whatever this Kaio-ken is, I think it’s the same translation. God Fist Style. I read up on it a bit. It’s taught by the Kais up above.”

“Oooh! The cousins,” Bubbles started dancing around in circles with glee. “So, she knows a technique in our family tree. That’s cool. Blossom gunna show her ours?”

“Probably not. She doesn’t have a reason to – oh Blossom is about to counterattack.”

And Blossom did so. The last slash that Mona swung at her was deflected instead of blocked, looking to leave Mona open for two cleaves of her sword and then a spear kick to push Mona away. Blossom then tossed her swords to the side and both broke into beads in disintegration. Her eyes glowed a crimson color as she pulled forth a greater concentration.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The sounds of a clock started to resonate in the area, Blossom dipping her metaphysical hands into the time stream. Suddenly, as if ripping through an invisible bubble, her three weapons that spiraled at Mona earlier ripped through the time stream, like a drill would rip through simple plastic. The same attack that Mona dodged earlier was spiraling toward her, showing her that it was not yet done with her – angry at the fact it missed her the first time.

Once that attack finished it would drill through space again and disappear, returning to its time stream. Blossom then would conjure her massive sword, with her hand outstretched to the heavens to catch it. Electrical energy zapped around the blade again, sending the blade into another screeching fit of pain. She blasted forward with six heavy slashes in the form of crosses again, with intent again on cleaving Mona into pieces with the blade. “Was that all you had? Is that it? Pathetic.”

After the sixth and final swing her hand pointed upward and a small blast shot from her hand and headed toward space itself, surpassing the distance of the moon. Blossom clenched her hand and the ball of energy exploded and expanded itself, becoming twice the size of Earth’s moon – looming behind it.

“You can’t even touch me,” she said mockingly. “What a disgrace to the monkey kingdom.”

Blossom had nothing against Saiyans, personally. But in the heat of the moment, and fighting yet another one of them on Earth, she was getting a certain impression of them.

Of Earth itself. She knew some of the history – Saiyans ran this place for a time, and they were probably still straggling about. Earth meant nothing to the Fae of Trace, and she knew the damage that could be done when there was no Moon in orbit of a planet.

It was time to experiment. The weapons she had returned, the Sword, The Katana, and the Halberd. The spiraled into space, leaving the battlefield, and entered the false moon Blossom created – beginning the process of creating one of Blossom’s most potent weapons.

It was not a weapon that defeated opponents, but one that changed planets. The moon she created changed into a red coloring, which changed the sky and the entire battlefield into a crimson hue. A loud and obnoxious hum could be heard coming from the skies, the Moon was getting ready to unleash its pressure. Blossom only floated there with her arms crossed.

“Let’s see, I think nearly 2,400 times its own gravity should really break it.”


A massive flow of gravity shot from the fake moon and aimed to destroy the real one and smash onto the battlefield with not only enough force to crush the battlefield, but hell just how much pressure could the planet’s core even take? Surely, it would take the magic of it being a canon planet for it to survive, but what about the moon? The shot did nothing to Blossom, her current level of power being able to withstand the blast, but for Mona that shot would feel like she was being crushed by planet sized boulders, stacking on top of each other.

After the shot, the weapons would drop and return to Blossom. The battlefield? A massive chunk of the earth would be missing and if one squinted from their spaceship, they could see the hole, the fire and brimstone, and the smoke that rose from the entry point of the gravitational push that a fake moon gave. With the moon as its target and destroyed, the pieces of it entered atmosphere of earth and rained down as fiery meteorites, smashing into cities, towns, forest, and lakes. There was complete decimation of portions of Earth, but the planet itself probably was fine –

Maybe…

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Blossom simply watched how Mona pathetically tried to deny her truth. She was a monkey, whether she liked it or not and the moon she created displayed it. It showed the world who Mona truly was – an unga. “Simply fascinating just how interestingly pitiful you are.” Mona went on to ignore the battle for a moment but the attack smashed into her and angered the monkey. Unga went high into the sky and proceeded to fire a massive blast at Blossom who looked back up with her eyes changing to a red color.

The light of red overtook her eyes, shining out of the corners of her sclera. “Oh no, that won’t do,” she said as she fired twelve red blasts of energy out of her eye sockets, almost all at once too. All twelve combined at a single point to meet the blast head on and begin to battle of power and control with unga’s blast. There was a struggle, one blast trying to overtake the other, but in the end both exploded at their points sending pressure back at both unga and Blossom. Blossom covered her face as her frilly dress waived crazily along with her hair.

Bubbles and Buttercup were blown back by the force, the two of them being the only other beings outside the combatants that survived the previous gravity attack. While the smoke cleared, Blossom took in deep breaths to replenish her energy that she had exerted over the course of battle, and her eyes shined again. Through the smoke, unga could see those two shining red stars shimmering before countless blasts of energy ripped through the smoke. Blossom was shooting like an actual automatic weapon, firing blast after blast at the monkey, looking to rip unga apart piece by piece.

“Not only are you dying naked, but you are dying as a filthy—dirty – shit eating monkey,” Blossom yelled while trying to gun the massive thing out of the sky. After her seemingly countless assault of powerful and deadly blasts she took another breath. Now she tapped into her reserves before she held her hand back and formed a crimson ball of energy that she would toss at the creature. Like a baseball pitch, she threw it toward unga’s throat.