“Yeah, sure, whatever.”

Pepa really wasn’t that worried. She hadn’t sensed anything worth worrying about, and whilst he seemed to think the monster was stronger than she was… that didn’t seem likely to her. A fact which was born out when the threat made itself known, and Beat managed to dodge the punch without any real difficulty.

The gulf of power between herself and Beat was already enormous. There was simply no way that a creature that was anywhere close to Beat’s level was anything like a threat to her. And it was babbling some nonsense about magical schools to boot. She sighed, and pinched the bridge of her nose. Even for her viewers, this was some shit that strained credulity.

“Okay, I think that’s enough.”

Pepa’s eyes flashed brightly, and the sky above was suddenly torn apart by a crack of lightning. It threw the three figures into stark relief; Pepa standing in the air with her hands balled into fists at her sides, the taller, larger lizard creature still in the process of recovering from his clumsy punch, and Beat looking rather… confused, by the whole situation. Perhaps even worried. It was a fear that Pepa did not share.

The ground began to shake, deep rents tearing into the earth and draining the swamp water away. Animals fled in terror and panic as she called up the full extent of her power. Beat had seen her channel before – he’d seen this at a distance, but video simply could not do justice to the reality of standing in the presence of a Super Saiyan.

Wind tore through the swamp, smashing trees and sending the birds that had been attempting to flee swirling around in a flurry of feathers and terror.

A second bolt of lightning, this one striking between herself and the lizard, and Pepa’s hair flashed brilliant gold. Her eyes blazed with the terrifying, cold turquoise glare so legendary throughout the cosmos. From her cheerful attitude and love of messing around, it was easy to underestimate Pepa; to imagine that she was just a joke.

Now, with one arm drenched with the blood of her recent kill, and her anger causing the planet to break apart beneath her, it was a stark reminder of just what she was. She was Super Saiyan Pepa. If she put her mind to it, she could be a threat not just to this planet, but to the whole Solar System.

And all of that terrifying rage was focused on the Lizard Man.

“New plan.” She said, her voice reverberating with power as her blazing aura settled around her, the Super Saiyan transformation wrapping around her like a mantle.

“I was going to beat you and take you to whatever passes for cops on this deadbeat world, but you’ve pissed me off. You think a weakling like you could even begin to challenge me? You think you can talk about owning me and LIVE?!”

These were the moments that split her audience. There were the people who got uncomfortable when she took this kind of tact; the people who felt uneasy witnessing displays like this. They were rare. She hadn’t killed the man who had sparked her initial transformation. But she wasn’t seeing the Lizard Man as a person, not really. He was a monster.

Then there were the people who only followed her in the hopes of seeing something like this. The people, and there were more of them than she liked to think about, who were only interested in following a Super Saiyan for the moments when she chose to take justice into her own hands.

Especially that particularly violent and final style of justice.

When she unleashed her attack, it was not a calm and composed symphony of violence. It was terrifying, wild, and unrelenting. A rain of dozens of powerful energy blasts descended from the sky to incinerate the swamp, and catch the unfortunate Lizard Man in the middle of a holocaust of exploding and expanding power. Brilliant yellow light lit up the area as though it were noon; if Beat had any sense, he’d choose this moment to get himself into cover.

But even that wasn’t enough for her. Even as her victim’s body was incinerated by the cataclysmic expression of power, Pepa descended through the maelstrom like a vengeful angel, her fist somehow glowing even brighter than the devastation she had unleashed upon the would-be conqueror.

This was the kind of expression of force which should be used to put an end to the conqueror’s of worlds, not some pathetic mutant hiding in a swamp and playing boogeyman to a tiny village.

His body was dissolving under the onslaught of energy, and still Pepa slammed her balled, infused fist into the Lizard Man’s chin, and sent his skull careening into the sky above.

As the lightshow died down, she cast a distasteful look at the corpse, what little of it remained, burned and blasted as it was. Her fingers flexed, and she gave the faintest shake of her head.

“I don’t normally play the monster.” She said, coldly, her gaze tracking over to Beat – still the heartless, legendary gaze of the Super Saiyan. “But really. That was just embarrassing. Is this what magic does to a planet?”

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