A mysterious fighter.

I sat upon my throne, scrolling through my stolen phone and enjoying the power and authority that came with being the saiyan omni king of the multiverse. I was a sex driven asshole, always cocky and loving to mess with my angel servants whenever the opportunity arose. But today, my peaceful scrolling was interrupted by one of my blue skinned angel servants.

'Master Kai,' she said, bowing before me. 'There is a challenger making his way to your realm. He is a god of destruction with one arm and short, spiky hair.'

My interest was piqued. I couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity with this description, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Nevertheless, I knew that I had to stop this mad god from causing chaos in my realm.

'Take me to him, Aria,' I commanded my angel servant, standing up from my throne and following her out of the palace.

Aria flew me to the planet the mad god was on, which I soon recognized as earth. As we landed, I saw the god standing by a gravestone that read 'Here lies son Goku'. A wave of anger and sadness washed over me. Son Goku was a saiyan, like myself, and a powerful warrior. It was a shame to see him reduced to a mere gravestone.

The mad god turned to face me, a wicked grin on his face. 'So you're the new saiyan omni king, huh? I've been waiting for a chance to challenge you.'

I scoffed at his arrogance. 'I am Kai, the most powerful being in the multiverse. You stand no chance against me.'

We both powered up, our auras clashing and causing destruction around us. I could feel my blood boiling with excitement as we engaged in a fierce battle. The mad god was strong, I'll give him that, but I was stronger. I could see the surprise in his eyes as I landed a powerful blow, sending him flying across the battlefield.

'You may have one arm, but it seems like you're lacking in brains as well,' I taunted, enjoying the thrill of the fight.

The mad god growled in frustration and charged at me again, but I easily dodged his attacks and countered with my own. We continued to exchange blows, each one more powerful than the last. But it was clear that I was the superior fighter. I could feel my power surging through me, and I reveled in it.

As the battle raged on, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for enjoying this fight so much. After all, the mad god was once a powerful warrior like myself, and now he was reduced to this. But I quickly pushed those thoughts aside and focused on defeating my opponent.

Right now, what I wanted was to finish this fight with this mad Saiyan God of Destruction. He stood before me, wearing grey pants and a red belt, with a god of destruction garment that was a mix of blue and red. His short black hair stood on end as he prepared for our battle.

I, on the other hand, remained in my base form. I didn't feel the need to transform just yet. I wanted to toy with him a little first. Show him that I was in control.

He intensified the fight by going Super Saiyan 2. I could feel his power increase, but it was nothing compared to mine. I could see the frustration in his eyes, knowing that I was barely trying.

But then, he surprised me by transforming into Super Saiyan 4. His hair grew longer and bigger, his eyes turned red, and red fur covered his body. He even used an energy technique to give himself an energy arm, allowing him to fight with both arms now.

I couldn't help but smirk. He was finally giving me a challenge. I had to actually try a little harder. But it was still nothing compared to my full power.

As we clashed, I could see my servant Aria standing on the sidelines, watching our fight with interest. She was my angel, my loyal companion. She had short white hair and piercing purple eyes. She wore a white gi top that showed off her ample bosom, and a loincloth that left little to the imagination.

On the other side, the mad god's angel servant Zenki stood by, watching with a mix of concern and excitement. She had short white hair as well, but her eyes were a deep crimson. She wore a similar outfit as Aria, but her gi top was tighter, emphasizing her own curves.

Both angels tried to talk it out, to stop the fight before it got out of hand. But they knew their words would fall on deaf ears. The mad god and I were too prideful, too stubborn to back down.

And so, we continued to fight, our powers colliding and shaking the very fabric of the multiverse. The emotions were high, a mix of anger, frustration, and excitement. Every punch, every blast, was filled with intense energy and emotion.

But as the fight went on, I could feel something inside me shift. I was no longer just fighting for fun or for power, but for the thrill of the battle. For the first time in a long time, I felt alive.But I can't help but wonder...who the fuck is this guy?