Dragon Ball Super: A cerealian SI

The grand throne room of Planet Vegeta's royal palace was filled with the usual atmosphere of Saiyan pride. King Vegeta sat at his throne, surrounded by his most trusted warriors, discussing the latest conquests of the Saiyan Empire. The air was thick with a sense of dominance, but that would all soon change.

Without warning, the doors of the throne room slammed open, shaking the walls with a force that seemed to signal something dangerous. Standing in the doorway was a figure, tall and imposing, his energy radiating a powerful intensity that instantly sent shivers down the spines of the Saiyan soldiers present. He was not just any Saiyan—he was something else entirely.

King Vegeta's eyes immediately narrowed in suspicion. The figure before him had the unmistakable features of a Cerealian. He stood there, unfazed by the atmosphere of the palace, his golden hair shimmering with an unnatural light. There was something different about him. Vegeta had heard rumors of the Cerealians' destruction, but to see one alive just weeks after the annihilation of their planet was unfathomable.

The Saiyan king stood up from his throne, his piercing gaze fixed on the intruder. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, his voice steady, yet laced with a clear note of wariness. "A Cerealian? Impossible. Your people were wiped out just weeks ago."

The figure didn't respond right away. Instead, he locked eyes with Vegeta, and a cold smile spread across his face. The energy around him flared, and the pressure in the room increased so rapidly that the Saiyan warriors near the back of the room stumbled, struggling to keep their footing.

Vegeta's eyes narrowed further, his fists clenching. "Who are you? What do you want?"

The Cerealian's lips curled into a cruel smirk as he slowly stepped forward. "Who am I?" he repeated, his voice low and dripping with disdain. "I'm your nightmare."

The words echoed in the throne room, and before anyone could react, the Cerealian's power erupted like a tidal wave. His energy exploded outward, pressing down on everyone in the room with a weight so heavy that it felt impossible to breathe. Saiyan warriors reached for their scouters, desperately trying to measure his power, but as they did, their devices began to malfunction.

One by one, the scouters fizzled and sparked before completely exploding, leaving the Saiyans stunned. Vegeta's scouter, too, shattered in a burst of sparks, making him realize just how far out of his league this intruder was.

"You think you can measure me?" the Cerealian sneered, his voice laced with mockery. "Not with your toys. Not with anything."

Vegeta, now fully aware that this wasn't an ordinary opponent, stepped forward. His Super Saiyan aura ignited in a flash of golden light, and his power surged, filling the room with a blinding radiance. "Then let me see how you fare against me, fool!" he shouted, charging forward with incredible speed.

The Cerealian, however, remained calm. As Vegeta closed the distance between them, the Cerealian side-stepped with ease, his movements fluid and effortless. With a casual flick of his wrist, the Cerealian struck Vegeta across the chest, sending the Saiyan king crashing into the stone wall behind him. The force of the blow left a massive crater where Vegeta had landed.

King Vegeta struggled to stand, his pride wounded more than his body. "You dare!" he roared, his aura flickering as he struggled to regain control.

The Cerealian simply watched him with a bemused expression, his energy still radiating around him like an inferno. "I dare," he said simply, before raising his hand and effortlessly blasting a burst of energy toward Vegeta. The shockwave from the blast shattered nearby pillars and sent the Saiyan king reeling back, his body covered in cuts and bruises.

Vegeta, now gritting his teeth in pain, rose again, his Super Saiyan form crackling with power. "You think you can humiliate me?" he growled, his voice filled with fury. "I am the king of the Saiyans! You are nothing but an insect beneath my heel."

The Cerealian scoffed, shaking his head. "You're nothing. Your entire race is nothing. All you've ever done is bully weaker races, destroy those who can't fight back. But not me. I'm not like the rest."

Vegeta snarled, his pride swelling. "You'll regret this, you insolent—"

Before Vegeta could finish, the Cerealian vanished, moving so quickly that Vegeta didn't even see the strike coming. A brutal punch landed squarely in his stomach, sending him flying back across the room, crashing into the throne itself. Vegeta gasped, struggling to catch his breath, but the pain was unlike anything he had felt before.

"You'll be lucky if you even walk out of here alive, Vegeta," the Cerealian taunted, his voice cold and devoid of any mercy. "But I'm not here to kill you. Not yet."

Vegeta gritted his teeth and pushed himself to his feet. "You'll die for this!" he yelled, his fury rising to new heights. "You're nothing but a dead man walking!"

The Cerealian's smirk only widened. "No, Vegeta. You're the one who's already dead."

And just as he said that, the battle truly began. Over a thousand Saiyan soldiers, enraged by the humiliation of their king, rushed forward to eliminate the invader. They were confident, they were numerous, and they were all hungry for the fight. But against Clark, they were nothing more than pawns.

The Cerealian powered up, his aura exploding around him like a storm. He was no longer holding back. In the blink of an eye, he struck, moving faster than the Saiyans could track. With a simple swipe of his hand, he sent the first wave of Saiyan soldiers flying across the room, crashing into the walls with bone-shattering force.

Dozens more came at him with energy blasts, but Clark moved with an almost effortless grace, dodging and countering every attack. His strikes were brutal, precise, and unrelenting. He crushed the scouters of those who tried to read his power, and with each punch, each kick, each blast, the Saiyan warriors fell to the ground, unconscious or severely wounded.

The Saiyans were no match for him. A group of over a hundred attacked simultaneously, but the Cerealian simply raised his hand, and a blast of energy wiped them out in an instant. Not a single one of them managed to land a hit.

Vegeta, watching in disbelief, saw his entire army of elite Saiyan warriors being decimated before his eyes. His pride was shattered, not just from his own humiliation, but from the helplessness of his warriors. The man before him wasn't just a powerful foe—he was a nightmare made flesh, and there was no stopping him.

As the last of the Saiyan warriors fell, Clark turned back to Vegeta, who was struggling to get back on his feet. The king's Super Saiyan aura flickered weakly, his once-proud demeanor now broken and bloodied.

"You'll be lucky if you even survive this," the Cerealian whispered, walking toward him with the air of a predator closing in on its prey. "But I'm not here to kill you. I just want you to remember this moment. Remember how your race was nothing but a speck under my boot."

With that, Clark left the throne room, leaving King Vegeta and the shattered remnants of his army in stunned silence.