There was a massive shockwave and a loud boom as fist met fist in mid air. Bardock's eyes widened as he felt the raw strength of his youngest son, and he knew this was just the tip of the iceberg.

Kakarot smirked and his father responded in kind. The two disappeared from sight before clashing again and again, causing thunderous booms. Dozens of blows were exchanged in a matter of minutes.

Kakarot phased into view sporting numerous wounds and bruises. He threw a punch seemingly at nothing, but Bardock appeared a moment later, directly in the path of the fist. The more experienced warrior effortlessly dodged the strike, uppercutting the younger Saiyan before spinning like a top and lashing out a kick with his right leg.

The attack sent Kakarot hurling through the valley, causing him to crash into some rocks far off in the distance. Bardocks closed his eyes and focused, taking a deep breath to align his ki. With a great deal of effort he was able to receive slight hints of the future.

They weren't clear images like when he had visions, which were uncontrollable and random. These glimpses were more like an emotion or an intent that the experienced warrior could decipher in a way that would give him a slight edge in battle. This in turn was what allowed him to dodge his son's kick despite the younger Saiyan's superior skills and power level.

Bardock received a spark of inspiration from his psychic abilities just as Kakarot exploded from the rubble he'd been buried in and rushed at his father. Once he had gotten within striking distance the younger Saiyan threw a ki blast, meant to serve as a distraction.

As Bardock lazily slapped the blast away it exploded a little too close to one of Bibbidi's buildings causing part of the building to char. The tiny wizard flailed his arms, screaming profanities at the Saiyans in a comical manner.

Taking no heed of the creature, Kakarot reappeared behind Bardock and aimed a kick at his head, which the older Saiyan swiftly dodged by ducking. Bardock shifted his center of gravity, bending forward and kicking backwards with both feet, hitting Kakarot squarely in the chest.

The younger Saiyan gasped in pain clutching his chest and unable to yell as he was driven backwards several feet, his lungs devoid of air. As soon as he could breathe he greedily gulped down precious oxygen and rubbed his chest, wincing.

“Man.. something's wrong. It's as if he knows what I'm going to do before I even do it.” He complained. Suddenly his eyes widened. “That's it!” He laughed.

His father raised his eyebrow in response and Kakarot elaborated. “I've figured you out, old man.” He said with a smirk. “You're seeing glimpses of the future with your psychic abilities or whatever, aren't you?”

Bardock looked taken aback for a minute before he laughed heartily. “Ahaha! You sure are very observant. Well done my son.” The man praised earnestly. He settled into a battle stance. “But just because you know what my trick is doesn't mean you can counteract it.”

Kakarot raised his hands to his sides and clenched his fists. “You're right about that, dad. But I can use more of my power and force my strikes to reach you!” He declared before beginning to yell and power up.

On the ground below the two battling warriors, Fasha and Vegeta watched the battle with fascination, both warriors crossing their arms and refusing to peel their eyes away from what they were witnessing.

From the start, the battle had been wild and intense, but as Kakarot began to power up Fasha's eyes widened. She took a step forward, mouth agape in shock. “Oh my god.. do you feel that power!?”

Besides her, Vegeta nodded solemnly. “How could I not? His eyes aren't blue and his hair isn't blond, but he's certainly strong enough to be a super saiyan.” He admitted.

In the air, Bardock crossed his arms to shield himself from his son's increasingly intense ki energy. He gritted his teeth and set his feet, but still he found himself being pushed back by the semi-transparent aura.

Now wasn't the time to express his thoughts, but he was incredibly proud of his son.

As Kakarot's power continued to grow, the realm of HFIL began to tremble. Rocks of varying shapes and sizes began to levitate and vibrate violently. The pink clouds far above their heads formed an increasingly large circle.

The Saiyan's energy reached its peak, the wind began to die down as Kakarot reigned in his ki. He smirked at his father who stared back in astonishment.

Kakarot disappeared, only to reappear a moment later with his fist buried in Bardock's gut. “What do you think? This is my full power!” The Earth raised saiyan said proudly.

Bardock shook his head, coughing up blood and flying several feet backwards. After a few Shaky breaths to regain his bearings, his posture relaxed and he stood straight once more. A sense of calm overcame him. “My son. A father has never been more proud. I suppose it's only fair that I show you what I can truly do as well.”

As his father raised his arms to his waist, Kakarot began to get excited, his Saiyan blood boiling. This was finally his chance to get to see a real life super Saiyan! Well.. almost. Minus the life part.

Bardock roared, throwing his head back as his hair began to spike up. His aura exploded outward, raging like the flame of a massive candle. At first the man's ki was a deep blue in color, but it quickly began to transition into a bright golden color. Bardock's eyes turned blue and his muscles bulged.

The entire transformation took less than 10 seconds, a testament to Bardock's impressive control over this amazing power.

This time it was Kakarot's turn to be left shocked and speechless as he witnessed the full might of the Super Saiyan for the very first time. “In.. Incredible.” He muttered. “He's nearly twice as strong as me!” He gasped.

On the ground the former king Vegeta smiled in anticipation. “Now the real fight begins. Let's see how the boy handles the full strength of our king.” He said with a hardy chuckle. On one hand the aged man felt somewhat disappointed that he had fallen so far behind in the hierarchy of Saiyan power.

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However, even more than that he was proud. If his son was anything like Bardock's, his power as a Super Saiyan must have been something truly spectacular.

He was jarred from his thoughts as the father/son duo began to do battle once more. This time however, it was clear Bardock had a distinct advantage. With every punch he threw Kakarot was put on the defensive, being pushed back further and further by his father's unstoppable barrage.

Even without using his precognitive abilities, Bardock was easily able to overpower his son. Although to the younger Saiyan's credit, it wasn't as completely one-sided as one might expect given the disparity in their power.

Occasionally Kakarot would throw a well timed punch that managed to breach Bardock's defenses. Unfortunately the damage was minimal. Kakarot had fought opponents twice his strength before, such as when he first went up against Vegeta.

However the difference here was incomparable to put it lightly. Someone with a theoretical power level of 10,000 only had to overcome a difference of 10,000 against someone twice their strength. But in this case there was a staggering 20 million+ units of difference between their battle power.

Bardock half-heartedly threw a haymaker, clearly toying with the bloodied and beaten Saiyan at this point. Kakarot actually managed to block the strike to the older Saiyan's surprise. ‘'Incredible. He's adapting and growing stronger as we fight. His growth is unheard of.’ the psychic warrior mused to himself with wide eyed disbelief.

Kakarot latched on to his opponent's outstretched arm, transitioning into an arm bar-like grapple. He yelled as he applied as much pressure as he could to his father's joint, causing the older man to flinch and growl in discomfort.

“Impressive, Kakarot!” He praised. “That technique actually hurts. It's clear that you've trained extensively in many different arts of combat. But…” the blond Saiyan flexed his arm and ki, while roaring. The king of Saiyans dashed toward the ground, dragging his son through the air at breakneck speeds.

As they approached the ground Bardock swung downward with all his might. Because of the Saiyan's raw strength Kakarot was thrown to the ground where he made a massive crater on impact.

The wounded man staggered from the rubble, rubbing his head and groaning. “Owie!” He whined, wincing up at his father. “It's clear I'm no match for him. I can't win this battle. But man, this is the most fun I've ever had!” He laughed with gleeful joy.

His father hovered closer to his son, looking down at the younger man with menacing intensity. His face was stern, eyes hardened from years of experiencing war. “I think it's about time we ended this shit. Unless you've got anything else up your sleeve?” he suggested.

Kakarot smirked, setting into a battle stance once more. “It's not over yet!” He declared. Internally his mind whirled. 'In the real world this move is extremely dangerous. But here in HFIL I can take advantage of this immortal body.’ he thought, looking down at his open palm and clenching his fists a few times.

He marvled as he saw the wounds on his body beginning to steam and rapidly heal. He chuckled and clenched his fist in front of him. “Get ready, Bardock! I'll show you my most powerful attack. It was created by your’s truly. Unfortunately I can't use it when I'm alive but here in this place I don't have to hold anything back.” He glared.

Bardock raised his eyebrows, curious by what his son meant by that. He wondered what sort of dangerous move the relatively young man had developed, but he supposed he was about to find out. He crossed his arms and patiently allowed his son the necessary time to gather the needed energy for his technique.

Kakarot spread his legs apart and squared slightly. He snarled and his power spiked upward dangerously. “Ka..Me..Ha..Me.. Haaaa!” As his aura flared, he brought his arms up to his sides, a dense, azure ball of energy rapidly forming in each of his palms.

Suddenly Kakarot disappeared, causing everyone present to gasp in shock. A second later he appeared next to Bardock catching the man off guard. He uncrossed his arms and had just enough time to throw up a haphazard block when Kakarot slammed the two balls of energy together in an reckless manner. “..Fusion!”

There was a massive explosion and a bright flash of light. A dome of blue energy began rapidly expanding, forcing the two Saiyans and the wizard watching the battle to fly back in a panic. The wind rushed past, the pressure in the air becoming unbearable before all at once the explosion disappeared and the smoke began to clear.

As the dust settled the two warriors were revealed. Bardock's arms were still crossed and his hair was singed. His battle armor was disheveled and he sported various cuts and scrapes. He was trembling slightly, but he was still very much ready for battle. Kakarot on the other hand..

The younger Saiyan's gi was completely shredded away, along with his pants from the knees down. Large parts of his body were covered in 3rd degree burns with some of the tissue even peeling away to reveal the damaged muscles twitching beneath. He was healing but it was much slower than before due to the extensive damage.

A small fire had sprung up along the tip of his onyx colored hair as the saiyan blinked rapidly in stupidification and pain. He had never put that much power into the attack, not even against Frieza.

Bardock cringed at his son's predicament before chuckling. If not for their indestructible bodies, it wasn't hard to imagine that those wounds may have proved fatal. As it was, the pain was certainly still dehabilitating.

A few seconds later this was proven to be true as the younger Saiyan's body began to shake. His eyes fluttered before his counciuness fled from him and he began to fall from the air. Bardock swooped down and caught his son, gently hovering downward until his feet touched the scarred battle ground. “You did well. Rest now, son.”

Several days later..

Even with an immortal body, it had taken a little while for Kakarot to make a full recovery but eventually he did. He had discovered, much to his chardrin, that Saiyan's did not receive zenkais in the realm of the dead. He realized he had been a bit spoiled with his Saiyan biology in life and had to abandon his plans to abuse ‘’near death’ experiences, as he was already dead.

Even still, having infinite stamina for training would more than make up for that slight disadvantage. After sharing a meal with his mother, who had been smothering the man ever since seeing the state of her poor son, he returned with his father to the Wizard's hut(s).

The former King Vegeta and Fasha remained behind this time, as they had duties to attend to regarding the eternal war of HFIL.

As they flew leisurely towards their destination, the duo discussed their battle a few days prior. More specifically, the radical way it had ended.

“I see the problem.” Bardock said with a frown. He rubbed his chin. “Why not try using the ability from a distance like I do with my own final move?”

At this Kakarot frowned, visibility confused. “Your final move?” He questioned. Bardock laughed in response and the two came to a complete stop, hovering in place.

“Haha, yeah. It's called the Riot Javelin. I've only used it a handful of times thus far. Once in an attempt to stop the tyrant Frieza. And you can see how that went.” He gestured across his body.

With a chuckle he continued. “The next time I used it was to topple King Vegeta, and become the new ruler of the Saiyans.” He said with a proud smirk, chest puffed slightly and head held high.

Kakarot shook his head at his father's antics. He patiently waited for the man to continue, which he did a few minutes later. “And the few times since then have always been during a particular grueling incursion.” He finished his long winded explanation.

“Well go on then, don't keep me waiting.” Kakarot responded in anticipation. “Show it to me!”

Bardock obliged his son and slid into a battle stance. “Step back.” He ordered. “This fucking thing packs a wallop.” He chuckled.

The Saiyan pulled one arm back behind him and began powering up. “Ahhhhhh!” He yelled, as his blue ki exploded forth from his body. A bright, intense azure energy began to gather in the arm the elder Saiyan pulled back.

Suddenly all at once the energy Coalesced into a sphere roughly the side of bicycle in thr palm of Bardock's hand. It was clearly a very potent attack that his father had spent decades mastering.

“Riot Javelin!” The king of the Saiyans roared, launching the ball at speeds so fast it warped into a shape resembling the tip of a sphere. With a sharp gesture of his outstretched hand, the ball changed directions in an instant.

Instead of flying straight through the air, the ball now made a beeline towards the ground, where it exploded with a thunderous boom.

Kakarot shielded his eyes as sharp rocks pelted his skin. When the dust cleared and the wind died down, he was left dumbfounded by the side of the crater his father's blast had made.

‘My God.. and he's not even a super saiyan.' he thought to himself in disbelief.

Bardock hovered closer to his son's position. “So you see? The goal is to control the speed and direction of your energy after it's left your body.”

Kakarot nodded in response. “Right! Got it. I can control my energy but not quite as well as you can. Using your methods I should be able to use the Kamehameha-fusion from a safe distance.” He concluded.

Bardock turned and bent his knees, preparing to blast off. “Right. Now we should probably return to see if Bibbidi has learned anything useful.” He reasoned.

Kakarot went pale but nodded. “Guess this means it's time to get my blood drawn..” he trailed off.

Bardock raised an eyebrow at the younger Saiyan. “Well actually.. That won't be necessary.” the man offered. Kakarot gave his father a confused look and Bardock elaborated with a chuckle.

“We took some of your blood while you were sleeping, and since I'm not s big sissy like you, I already gave him some.” The Saiyan finished with a teasing laugh.

Kakarot frowned and pouted. On one hand, he was thrilled he no longer had to contend with his most treacherous enemy; the dreaded needle. On the other hand his father's teasing, and Kakarot's inability to deny it, soured his mood.

End of chapter 67

Kakarot post-death zenkai: 27.5 million (after fighting Bardock) 28 million

Bardock: 1 million (Super Saiyan) 50 million

Vegeta the third: 700k

Fasha: 500k~

Turtles: 10 million

Bibbidi: 50