"Get up, I know that's not going to keep you down. You're still holding back quite a bit on me." Griever said as the faint sound of laughter could be heard beneath the rubble. The silhouette of Vegeta being made with his head moving, then, his hands dropping to their sides as his aura erupted into existence. The dust as if scared of Vegeta's presence parted away and dissipated into nothing. Leaving Vegeta with his violent purple aura.

"I knew it, there was no way in hell you'd be that disappointing." Griever said as he created two orbs in his hands.

"I hope you've made peace with your maker fool, you will be the first to witness my Full Power!" Vegeta shouted as his power up ended, a good portion of the city they were in left as nothing more than a crater that had formed seemingly out of nowhere as soon as Vegeta finished powering up. Griever however was not phased, in fact, he seemed to be more excited than anything else.

"Please, call me Griever. I want you to get comfortable, these may just end up being your final moments..." Griever's eyes changed from their usual open self to a now squinted form. As if he were marking great detail of the area. Then, the orbs in his hands lifted into the sky, far, far, far into the sky. Griever watching them briefly before returning to look down at Vegeta.

"You must be used to fighting individuals like myself, in terms of body shape anyway. But I wonder how you do against inanimate objects... well, not inanimate I suppose... they are moving rather fast..."

Suddenly, across the entire hemisphere they were on, the sun was blotted out. A shadow casted and leaving nothing but darkness. Looking up, Vegeta stood in astonishment as there were two continent sized flaming balls of fire racing towards the Earth exactly where he stood. Gritting his teeth he quickly started to think of what to do.

"I hope you don't mind me doing this, just need to make sure what I'm fighting here is the real deal. I haven't gotten the chance to fight a Saiyan, I need to know what I'm up against here."

"Grr..." Vegeta mumbled as he pointed his hands out towards one, but quickly brought them back as he realized he wouldn't be able to get enough covering distance in his blast that way. Then, doing the same thing again, but putting his wrists together with his hands sideways. His aura flaring even greater as a mass of yellow ki energy formed in front of his hands. Then growing larger... and larger... and large until the ball in front of him was roughly the size of himself.

"FINAL" Vegeta shouted.

"FLASH!" The energy in front of Vegeta expanded to roughly ten times the overall size before, shooting forward, expanding as it reached towards its target. The very Earth itself shook and seemed to be stumbling just from the energy Vegeta was giving off. As the blast reached the first ball of fire, it expanded once more to reach the needed size. Making contact with the fireball, Vegeta's blast easily over took it. Beginning to slow it down, Vegeta grunting and yelling once more as he was blown back, his feet digging into the ground further as he poured even more power into his blast. The colour of his blast now flickering between yellow and red, Vegeta's eyes changing from their normal state to blank slates as another push of power came in, this one being the nail in the coffin, The fireball he was aiming for exploding into magic dust, but Vegeta's blast going off. The explosion obliterating the other fireball and acting as a sort of solar flare in the sky. Sending winds rippling throughout the planet at speeds above that of a racing car for the better part of three minutes. Then slowly dying down. Vegeta being left panting as he heard the sound of clapping. Realizing it was Griever.

"Not bad... not bad at all." Another orb found its way into Griever's hands.

"And as a form of apology for using magic when I said I wouldn't..." The orb shot forth straight into Vegeta's chest, his now normal eyes going wide as he thought that Griever was planning on destroying him. But instead being filled with renew vigour and life. A look of confusion on his face.

"Wouldn't want to fight you while you are gassed, wouldn't be fun." Vegeta breathed a sigh of relief, but then the look of a small anger plastered itself on his face.

"I don't need help from the likes of you."

"Does it look like I care bucko? I did that for what I wanted. Anyway, I can't make my mind up right now as to what I should do. I can tell you have another transformation lying in wait. I don't think you realize just how much this excites me, it's been eons since I've had the chance to fight anyone powerful enough to grab my attention. To be able to not have to restrict myself as much, it feels nice to not have to make myself move through sludge. Now I feel as though I'm only having to move through some water." Griever wields his blade once more. Grabbing it from the

"Don't know why I sheathed this, it's not really cheating now is it? Besides, you're fast enough to avoid being made into a diced salad." Vegeta smiled, the small compliment only stroking his ego more than it already was at.

"Are you going to keep talking or are we going to fight? You're beginning to bore me." Vegeta said as he rushed at Griever, this time he was the one warping the space around him. Starting off his assault with a spinning kick aimed for the gut that landed with a sickening thud, the reverb from it ripping up the ground beneath them for the next few miles. Griever smiling even though he had been hurled over by the blow. As he recovered, Vegeta turned around and began to rain a flurry of lefts and rights that pushed Griever back slightly with each connection. The last blow being a roundhouse for his temple, which upon contact made his head turn towards the ground at an angle. Despite the combo he nodded his head.

"Now we can dance."

Griever responded with a rising vertical slash akin to a uppercut that returned him to his normal posture, Vegeta bending his back enough to narrowly avoid the slash. The next attack a horizontal slash aimed for Vegeta's hips, which Vegeta dodged by side flipping over the blade. Ending with his back turned towards Griever. Taking what could be seen as an advantageous position Griever swung diagonally starting from the top which Vegeta dodged without having to look at it by leaning his body enough to where the blade outlined his side. Readying his fist, Vegeta turned around with a massive haymaker for Griever's ribs that landed and caused a loud cracking sound to be heard. Staggering Griever for roughly a second before he was back to his normal self. Ascending into the air before powering downward with a slash aimed to slice Vegeta straight down the middle. Vegeta realizing the disability of sword users rising above with his aura flaring, squeezing through the gap in Griever's arms and giving him a rising headbutt in the jaw that stopped him cold. Spinning for a full 360 degrees, Griever swung his sword aiming to catch Vegeta off guard but yet again coming up with no dice. Vegeta having already ended up behind him. Griever felt something on his back, looking back he saw Vegeta with both hands planted, the look of ki being muffled in between the gap of Vegeta's hands and his back.

"Shiet..." Griever voiced before he was sent flying forward by an almost flame-like explosion of ki. Off into the horizon he flew, with Vegeta in hot pursuit. Griever stopped on a dime and with his free hand swung as he turned back, catching Vegeta off guard, his sword materalizing on his back as Griever opted to go for a more personal hand to hand battle. Continuing with a thunderous left hook into the side of Vegeta, making him rise in the air a bit hunched over on the side that was struck. Continuing, Griever rose his blade in the air and swung down once more, this time with both arms. However, to his surprise Vegeta stopped the blade in mid swing. Clasping the broad sides with the palms of his hands, stopping the blade dead in its tracks. Griever's eyes going wide.

"I gotta admit, was not expecting you to stop that. Unfortunately for you, the divine magic its conjured from seem to be getting the better of you. A mortal flaw." Griever was right, Vegeta's hands despite not touching anything sharp were beginning to bleed just from touching the blade for longer than a second. Yet, Vegeta hadn't so much as moved a muscle.

"You're mistaken if you think a little blood is going to deter me from beating you to within an inch of your life." Vegeta threw the blade up with his massive strength and hooked Griever's arms underneath his, planting his feet onto the God's jaw. His legs bent for now. A move that Vegeta had not the pleasure of doing since he had been on Namek and had done on Dodoria. The move that had ripped the pink being's arms off.

"W-what the hell are you doing!?" Griever shouted as he tried to struggle, unfortunately for him no amount of his godly power could overrule the key aspect of all fighting... leverage. Of which Vegeta had a ton of and Griever had very little of.

"I hope you didn't have much use for these..." Vegeta said with a new formed sadism to his voice as he slowly began to straighten out his legs, Griever shouting out in agony, biting his lip as he braced for the worst. Vegeta granting the anticipation's wish to get it over with. Fully straightening his legs out and straightening out his back as well. Griever's arms at first snapping and then ripping off, blood shooting out of where they used to be and on the arms themself as Vegeta tossed them to the ground. Griever yelling out, unbelieving that he had just been disarmed. Vegeta looked to the sky, took a jump back and fired a kiai as Griever's Gunblade landed in front of the ki energy. Being forcefully moved towards his owner with the sharp end racing straight for in between Griever's eyes.

"..."

"..."

As Griever's seemingly lifeless carcass fell limp and to the ground Vegeta shook his head and sighed.

"This power I've received surpasses self-proclaimed Gods. Perhaps I won't even need to transform against Zueva." Vegeta looked down to Griever's body that was now belly up on the ground.

"Fool... You dared to stand against me, Vegeta, the strongest being in the universe. Learn your place..." Vegeta then flew off towards Zueva and Boo, sensing that the two were currently locked in a battle. Wanting to view it at the very least and take on whoever was the victor of those two. Leaving his former opponent in the crater of once was a bustling city.

You took over my body and you still failed to put up much of a fight... pathetic.

Squall said as Griever returned to the recesses of Squall's mind as well. The two in their normal forms.

To be fair I am rusty, if I remembered even a tenth of what I used to know he'd of been mincemeat.

...

What's that look for?

Put me back in control of my body, but keep the power and abilities. I'm a bit more experienced in hand to hand than you are.

I mean hey, it's your funeral kid. If I don't fully recover and you die, then that's the end for the both of us.

Alright.

Ok then, it's going to take me about ten or fifteen minutes since I'm weakened right now. But control of a powerful body coming right up...

As her gaze turned away from Vegeta and Griever and towards the now done taunting dolt that was the taken over Oob. Looking at Zueva with his chin pointed more towards his chest than his toes, his eyes looking up near the top of their visibility zone. Breathing slow, long breaths with his mouth. Zueva a little off-put by the lack of modesty from the evil enhanced Oob snaps her fingers. Grabbing his attention.

"Head up, you're not going to want to miss this..." She said bringing her hands up, electricity beginning to course rapidly around them. A smile forming around her face as Ultimecia offered her brand of arrogance.

What a fool... Faced with a magician as powerful as Zueva and yet he decides to stay stationary, the homunculi lacks a brain...

As Zueva put her hands forward, the electricity coursing about her hands shot forward in a continuous stream of arcing electricity. Landing home in Boo's midsection, the effects of it immediately visible. Burn marks beginning to show up across his body, the wounds making their journey like a glass in the process of shattering. A little later, his entire body looking like charcoal.

"Smart you are, accepting your fate as you should..." Zueva said as she stopped the electricity, Boo's body still being zapped by the left over static. Frozen in place it would seem... yet his mouth opened again and the mouth-breathing began once more.

What the...?

Ultimecia expressed her slight disbelief of Boo's disregard for his physical body.

Zueva, a little shaken, but not ultimately still up for testing out just how far the enhanced Oob would be willing to go, raises her hands once more as flames begin to flicker in a circle around them. The heat emanating from the spell enough to distort the view around her, several times hotter than the surface temperature of the sun.

"Very well, if you want to play games with me you'll burn for it." Letting the flames loose at Goku's prodigy, Zueva laughed as she did so. Coating the ground beneath its path in a trailblaze, as the flames neared Boo, Boo decided it was about time to shake his rust. Walking forward slowly, with his grin showing. Casually walking through the flames.

"Burn..." Zueva said, unknowing that Boo was currently making his way to her.

"Boo..."

"BOo..."

"BOO!!!"

"Burn!!!" The flames intensifed ten fold, the area blowing up due to the immense thermal energy being given up. Yet, the flames continued.

"This..." Boo spoke once more.

"This tickles..." Boo began to laugh maniacally as he broke into a sprint, Zueva now being able to see the silhouette of the being. Shocked, she put a bit more into her blast, to no avail. Boo came up to her hands, grabbing the both of them, immediately stopping the flow of flames, and with electricity and fire coursing about his being he looks at Zueva dead in the eyes, his piercing red ones with the black surrounding.

"Boo..."

"BOO!!!" Ramming into her jaw with his head, Zueva gets knocked back a few feet.

"W-what!?"

Boo... that name does not sound familiar to me...

Ultimecia spoke from the safety of Zueva's thought space, conjuring in front of her a table of contents of sorts of this specific time shard she was currently influencing. Scanning the list of past events, which was less a list, and more an assorted bunch of magical energies coloured differently to associate specific time periods. Finding the specific time period, the beginning of the universe, she allowed the magical energies to enter her head. Her eyes glowing pure purple before abruptly stopping. A small smile forming on her face.

"Majin Boo... a monster born when The Great Hyne created the universe. Avoiding Hyne's great purge of monsters and relocation to the moon by being in a comatose state. Letting his energy be gained by the evil in the hearts of sentient beings of the universe. Growing more powerful as the universe's age turns older. As it stands he is at most powerful... yet..." Her eyes glow purple once more.

"He is stuck inside a boy named Oob, a martial artist with immense power on his own... yet amplified many fold when paired in this odd Mutualist relationship with Boo."

"Oob, a reincarnation of Boo..."

"Very interesting... I do wonder if I should target these two next? They must have an expansive wealth of dormant power that is untapped. Under my control these two would surely be unstoppable. Well... that is aside from myself of course..."

Returning to the battle, Boo was currently in the process of pinballing Zueva about with his unpredictable nature. Speeding in directions and patterns that one would consider illogical in the course of combat, yet, Boo made it work. Zueva was visibly pissed at this point, every time she would think of attacking, Boo wouldn't be there. Her temper boiling, she managed to stop herself, and as she did so. Let out a shockwave of flame that spread around her, slowly dying off as it expanded. Managing to hit Boo, who had gotten behind her, waiting to smack her with his foot.

Now on the ground, Zueva clenched her fist, her body shaking. Not in fear, but of how royally pissed she was.

"STAY STILL DAMNIT!" Another bout of flame emerged around her hand, this one, with the potential to wipe out the Earth and turn it into molten slag. Boo, still not done having fun with her, raised his foot and slammed it into the ground, yet, he made no impact. Rather, not with the ground, but Zueva instead, who was sent airborne from a foot that had somehow rose up from underneath her. Raising his hand up in the air, a pink ball of energy bursting into appearance. Coursing with a whiter pink electricity to it. The size of it already enough to engulf a human, but it kept growing. Eventually large enough to swallow a small house whole.

"I tired of you! You go away!" Letting forth the ball towards the still ascending Zueva, who had been caught off guard by the previous attack.

Unfortunately Zueva, I cannot afford to have my conscious destroyed here. I am going to have to let you go, best of luck my little darling...

The taint on Zueva's body disappeared as Ultimecia exited the realm of her mind. Dissipating away from the time shard entirely as she returned to the one her physical body resided along with Rinoa. Zueva looking at the incoming ball of death, her power still with her, yet unable to use it effectively, not even able to fly. As Ultimecia's influence on her mind left, Zueva's regular mind returning to her control. Only being left to watch as the ball closed in on her.

Ultimecia has left my mind, and lead me towards my death. If only I were stronger willed, if only I could've resisted her advances. It was so subtle that I didn't notice until it was too late, this is what I am left to. A punishment for my inability to defend myself.

The woman who was previously a cherished warrior of her planet watched on and accepted her fate... that was until she had suddenly ended up in an odd medical bay in a ship that was foreign to her. Whisped away at the last second by something, someone. Done so fast that Boo thought he had eradicated her, an energy concealment on-board. Physical, yet somehow able to mask its physical presence and make it invulnerable.

Ordus would like to welcome Zueva to The Operator's ship, please enjoy your stay. Your room will be entered by a toxin that will cause you to become unconscious for the next few standard galactic hours. In that time our med-bay compartment will tend to your wounds, we hope that you accept our hospitality and in return help us with our goals.

On the battlefield, Boo is smiling. Pleased with what he thinks is a confirmed kill, after all, her energy signature was gone and his blast had already reached far out into the solar system. The lack of oxygen would soon get to her if anything else. But, before he could relish too far in his victory, he heard feet land not too far away from him. Looking behind him, it was Vegeta, in his ape-like transformation, the first variant. A smirk on his face and his arms crossed, his head tilts a bit as he looks at his new opponent.

"Kakarot's prodigy, somehow more powerful... and less intelligent, figures..." As Vegeta drops into his combat stance, Boo begins to beat his chest.

"It seems you've been taken over by that second rate bubblegum, that might explain your sudden spike in power. If he's helming the ship, then this battle should be fun... enough to satiate my growing lust for battle."

"Boo remember you, Boo crushed you!" Boo said as he stopped beating his chest, now laughing.

Vegeta responded by increasing the strain of his smirk, so that the top row of his teeth could be seen from that side.

"It's much different now Majin Boo, you were facing an inferior version of myself. What stands before you is the pinnacle of Saiyan power, one no other Saiyan could ever hope of achieving!" As he finished his sentence, Vegeta's aura roared into existence as so did his first attack on the Boo-Oob symbiote.

In the large crater where Griever's body currently lay, the final moments before Squall takes control again are underway.

Just a tweak here or so and... uh oh

As Griever said this, the horns that were so prominent of his being... simply disappeared from the vessel both he and Squall were inhabiting.

Damn... looks like the damage sustained here is pretty damn bad, our blade seems to be disrupting my ability to fully restore the body to working condition. Unfortunately, you're going to be operating at half-mast here. I think personally the worst part is that you won't be able to have those sick horns... worked so damn hard to get them...

Your priorities are in the wrong order...

Squall said as the wounds on the vessel healed and the blade dislodged from the brain. Squall returning to control his body once more. As he opened his eyes, he groaned. Feeling a shooting pain in his head, the blade had wrecked his ability to function in a big way. The worst part yet was that Squall, unlike Griever, was new to the idea of a powerful body. Unable to utilize key abilities that Griever could. Such as flight, a fundamental necessity in the way the battles were currently happening. Getting up after a minute, he took the time to analyze his body, taking in what he was dealing with.

"I need to get used to this..." Squall said as his eyes returned from their orange state to his blue eye colour, signifying the complete change of hands over to Squall.

"I better not waste time, I need to get over there and stop them before they do something drastic and unchangeable..." Squall said as he broke into a sprint, utilizing his magic powers to pinpoint the position of where Vegeta and Boo currently were.

"That woman's signature is gone... Did they already defeat her?" Squall questioned as he slowly increased his speed in a linear degree, getting his body accustomed to moving at high speeds.

Standing adorned in her charred armour, scimitar in hand, and a loose fire spell in the other, Zueva leads her vast army. One united under their race and their goal, protect their planet at all costs. Her army wearing the same armour as she, but the first few lines wearing golden variants, the ones behind wearing what looked to be silver versions, even the archers in the far back. The melee units using the same equipment as the next line, scimitars, some dual wielding. In the ranks of gold were the other spell-casters, those that could utilize the song of blade and magic as one. A gift given to them by their respective Kami, their Guardian. In the far back the archers stood with their bows raised and drawn, bows made from the finest of woods, arrows with tips so sharp they threaten to pierce the heavens.

Approaching from the other side of the desert hills were a vast army, one that looked to be demonic, red skin and horns. Most of them wielding small arms such as one handed short-blades and the like, but others used large two handed axes... and then towering above the rest was a monstrous entity that like its brethren was starch naked aside from their loin-cloth. It wielding nothing more than its bare hands, but they were so large that they were the size of any one of its minions' legs. Yet, this did not phase Zueva in the slightest, if anything, as the Queen of her people it drove her to want to personally take its head herself.

"Remember Brothers and Sisters, to die here is not to bring shame upon your families, a death here will be remembered for eternity, your glory made ten fold!" Zueva said as she raised her blade to the sky, lightning striking down upon it, creating an aura circling the steel that made it.

"And... the Guardian smiles upon thee that would sacrifice thine life to save another, an after life of grandeur awaits those that fall but do not falter!" As she brought her blade down to point towards the oncoming horde, her movement was made with such a weight that the *whoosh* from her blade sounded much louder than it usually should have been.

"Archers! Do not fire until you can see the whites of their eyes!" Zueva then grew a smile, eyeing down the largest demon she could see, the one that stood entire body lengths above the rest. As the demons broke into a sprint, so too did Zueva, her lust for battle getting the better of her.

"DO NOT FIRE YET!" As the demons roared, so too did Zueva. Nearing ever closer to her prey, she finally gave the order.

"RAIN HELL!" Not hesitating in the slightest due to their belief that their Queen was invincible, the archers let loose their sky blotting barrage of arrows. The lightning striking each and everyone of them as they passed by their leader, their master marksmanship as well as their innate ability to work as a team showing off as each arrow found a mark to dig itself into... and go right through, impaling their victims to the ground, all 400 of them... a remarkable feat, considering there were only 100 archers...

"GOLDEN FRONTLINE!!!" As the golden warriors charged forward, so too did their magic, flame and lightning in unison to disintegrate or incinerate their foes.

"LASTLY, GLISTENING SONGSWORDS!" Zueva yelled as she leaped far into the air, almost high enough to touch the clouds. Using both hands at the hilt of her blade, she drove down from the sky, gaining an aura of flame around her from the friction of the air meeting her descending speed. The giant behemoth looked above, attempting to move his arms to stop the blazing warrior, but finding that her speed was too great for himself to anticipate.

As she pierced into his forehead with her Scimitar, a pillar of energy erupted from the wound, signifying that the demon had been slain and returned to whence he came. As Zueva's forces closed in on the horde with no leader, it would only be a matter of time before the horde was overwhelmed. And it would be that the horde would be defeated and stay away from the planet for the next few milleniums.

=Some Few Days Later=

Walking across a red tileset on top of a floating platform, the background one of clouds and a light drizzle of rain. Zueva is gleaming as she approaches what looks to be a female dressed in a white dress similar to a toga. She dons blonde hair that flows with the currents of the wind. But, there is not a look of happiness on her face, it is one of a fate she knows is upcoming, yet is able to do nothing about. Zueva, still high off of her successful assault on the demon horde is unaware of this. As she makes her way to the woman, Zueva bows to one knee.

"I am pleased to report Guardian, that the infestation has been taken care of, they will not threaten this planet until long after you or I have passed on." The Guardian nods to this, taking a breath and leaving her mouth slightly agape.

"I... have unfortunate news regarding that very thing Zueva... I'm dying." Zueva however doesn't seem to understand the weight of the Guardian's statement, instead opting for humour.

"Are not we all?" Zueva says as she turns her head to look at the one she served, but, seeing the look on her face, realized that it was much sooner than she thought.

"I do not have much longer, a few hours at most. I have figured that it would be best if I pass all of my knowledge of this planet and the systems around it to you, as well as my body itself." Something seemed to glitch with the Guardian however, her eyes briefly shining purple entirely before returning to normal, happening too fast for Zueva to catch an eye.

With my influence now cemented, I will be able to pass my conscious from you onto Zueva as you do this. Dread now soon to be departed, for I will make sure you relish in agony when you and Zueva both are under my control.

As the Guardian's hand jutted out not of her own volition, Zueva sighed, looking back down to the ground. Thinking that this would be the last time she would be in contact with her.

I will also make sure that her corruption is a slow one, influencing her thoughts until she is fully ready to be used as a defenseless, but powerful pawn for my plan. Witness your pure daughter now "Guardian", it will be the last time you see her as such...

As the melding process begins, Zueva's mother sheds a tear, unable to speak of the doom that awaits Zueva. Not until it would be too late, but it wouldn't be for the next few hundred years that she would be able to tell her, not until Zueva had succumbed to the taking over.