Omnitrix Tyrant: The Strategist of Universe 7

Chapter 30: The First Clash

The wind howled across the wastelands of Vampa. Dust swirled in the air as a dozen Saiyans stood in formation, their muscles tense, eyes locked on the sky. The moment had arrived.

Ben stood at the front, arms crossed, his green eyes flickering with amusement. He had expected Frieza's forces to take notice eventually. Now, the real game began.

A distant hum grew louder. Scouters beeped wildly as energy signatures approached.

Then, in a flash of light, they arrived.

A squad of Frieza Force soldiers descended, their purple armor gleaming under the harsh Vampa sun. Their leader—a tall, blue-skinned warrior with a long ponytail—landed first, arms behind his back, his expression one of absolute confidence.

"Well, well," he drawled. "Didn't think we'd find Saiyans playing house on this rock."

Ben said nothing, but Caulifla stepped forward, cracking her knuckles. "You lost, dumbass?"

The Frieza soldier smirked, tilting his head. "Tch. Typical Saiyan arrogance." His scouter beeped rapidly as he scanned the group. "Most of you are trash. But there's one… huh." He narrowed his eyes at Ben. "That power signature—what the hell are you?"

Ben smiled lazily. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

The air grew heavy as the first fight of the rebellion began.

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The Battle Begins

The first soldier lunged forward—a bulky, horned alien with four arms. His fists swung in rapid succession, aiming for Toren.

Toren ducked under the first strike, twisted his body, and slammed his elbow into the alien's ribs. The impact sent a shockwave through the battlefield.

Nearby, Caulifla dodged a barrage of energy blasts, flipping through the air. "You guys are slow as hell!" She vanished—then reappeared behind her attacker, slamming her knee into the back of his head.

Kale hesitated at first, fists clenched, until one soldier rushed her with a spear.

Her body reacted before her mind did. She grabbed the spear mid-strike, snapped it in half, and delivered a devastating punch to the soldier's gut. He crumpled instantly.

Ben, meanwhile, stood still.

The blue-skinned commander frowned. "Not going to fight?"

Ben shrugged. "Nah. Not worth my time."

The commander sneered. "Arrogant fool." In an instant, he vanished—then reappeared above Ben, fist descending like a hammer.

Ben didn't move.

A second before impact, a green glow flickered across his body.

Then—he was gone.

The commander's fist smashed into the ground, sending debris flying. His eyes darted around. "Where—?!"

Ben appeared behind him. Then, in a blur of motion, he delivered a single devastating punch to the side.

The commander was sent flying, skidding across the battlefield like a ragdoll before slamming into a rock formation.

Ben exhaled, lowering his fist. "You were saying?"

The battlefield fell silent.

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Retreat and Regroup

The remaining Frieza soldiers hesitated. Their commander groaned, barely pulling himself from the rubble.

"Tch… Damn it…" He pressed a button on his scouter. "HQ—this is Squad Vortex. We've engaged the targets. They're stronger than expected. We need reinforcements."

A pause. Then, a cold voice crackled through the communicator.

"…Understood. Pull back for now."

The commander scowled but obeyed. "Fall back!"

The soldiers scrambled into their ships, engines roaring as they fled into the sky.

As silence returned, Caulifla spat on the ground. "Cowards."

Toren cracked his knuckles. "They'll be back. Stronger."

Ben watched the sky, smirking. "Good."

The real war was just beginning.

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