The Ginyu Force stood in stunned silence, their scouters beeping furiously as the two warriors faced off. On one side was Rudra, trapped inside Captain Ginyu's battered purple body. On the other was Ginyu himself, grinning wickedly in Rudra's stolen form.
The air buzzed with energy, alarms still flashing red around the fortress.
Rudra flexed his unfamiliar arms, feeling the sluggish ki that pulsed inside. It was raw, unrefined—nothing like the disciplined energy he had cultivated through years of meditation and chakra mastery.
So this is his body… powerful, yes, but clumsy. Still, even without my abilities, I can fight.
Ginyu stretched in Rudra's stolen body, rolling his shoulders as if testing a new machine. His grin widened. "Magnificent! This body… it's perfect. Such strength, such potential. You should be honored, Rudra. Your flesh belongs to me now!"
Rudra tilted his head, his lips curling into an unexpected smile.
Then, suddenly, he laughed.
It wasn't the laugh of a defeated man, nor of a madman—it was calm, steady, and strangely confident. The sound echoed across the chamber, filling the Ginyu Force with confusion.
Burter frowned. "Why the hell is he laughing? He lost his body!"
Jeice shook his head. "Doesn't make sense, mate. He should be terrified right now."
Even Ginyu paused, narrowing his eyes. "What's so funny? You've lost everything. That body of yours is mine now. What could possibly make you laugh?"
Rudra's gaze sharpened. His voice carried a dangerous calm. "You don't understand, do you? You think you've stolen my strength… but all you've taken is the shell."
Ginyu scoffed. "A shell with incredible power, enough to crush you."
Rudra's laugh grew louder. "Power you can't use. My strength comes from chakra—soul energy. It cannot be stolen, because it resides in me, in my soul. You only have my body… but my body alone can't draw out chakra without the spirit to command it. That's why you feel empty, isn't it?"
Ginyu's grin faltered for the first time. His stolen aura flickered awkwardly, unstable.
"You lie," he spat.
Rudra raised a hand and casually launched a small ki blast. The shot streaked through the air—fast, precise.
Ginyu tried to dodge, but stumbled, his movements sluggish. The blast struck him across the shoulder, burning the armor.
"Gahh!" Ginyu cursed, clutching the wound.
The other Ginyu Force members blinked in disbelief.
Recoome tilted his head. "Wait… did the Captain just… fail to dodge that? That's weird."
Burter's scouter beeped violently, then settled on a reading. He froze, eyes wide. "N-No way… the power level reading… it's only five thousand."
Jeice's jaw dropped. "What? That can't be right!"
Burter double-checked. "It is. Rudra's body—now under the Captain—still only reads at five thousand power level."
All eyes turned toward Rudra, still standing in Ginyu's purple frame.
Rudra smirked knowingly. "Exactly. My body may look strong, but without my soul channeling chakra, it's nothing but an empty vessel."
Ginyu's eyes widened, rage and panic flickering across his stolen face. "No… no, this can't be… I—"
Rudra closed his eyes for a moment, focusing inward. Despite being in Ginyu's body, his soul was intact, his chakra still burning within him. And then he sensed it—deep within this vessel, dormant yet massive—the raw ki that Captain Ginyu had honed for years.
His eyes snapped open. "Interesting. Even this body… has power. 120,000 power level, if I'm not mistaken."
The scouters beeped again, confirming his words.
Recoome gasped. "One hundred… twenty… thousand?! That's the Captain's actual power!"
Jeice clenched his fists. "Bloody hell! That means even without his old body, Rudra's holding the strength of a monster!"
Rudra chuckled darkly, his aura sparking faintly as he flexed Ginyu's frame. "What's wrong, Captain? Didn't you want to use my body to defeat me? Looks like the tables have turned. You're the one trapped in weakness."
The words hit like daggers. Ginyu snarled, trembling with fury. His pride—the pride of an elite warrior—was shattered in seconds.
"You insolent fool! Don't mock me!" he roared.
Rudra laughed harder, his voice echoing. "What's the matter, Ginyu? Can't use my body? Did you really think chakra would bend to someone like you?"
The mocking laughter tore through Ginyu's composure. His stolen body's aura flared violently. He had only one option left.
"Fine then!" Ginyu screamed. "If this body won't obey me… I'll take yours back and end this once and for all!"
His eyes glowed with murderous resolve as he spread his arms wide, summoning the same twisted energy as before. The air warped, reality bending around him.
Rudra's smirk didn't fade. He stood tall in Ginyu's body, watching calmly as the captain invoked his most dangerous weapon again.
In the next instant, the spiritual energy surged outward—seeking to swap once more.
The world spun, light blinding them all.
And then—
Rudra gasped as his senses returned. His hands… his aura… his body…
He was back.
Rudra clenched his fists, feeling the familiar flow of chakra returning instantly, wrapping him in warmth and strength. His body welcomed his soul like a long-lost companion.
Across from him, Ginyu stumbled, once again trapped in his old purple shell—panting heavily, defeated and shaken.
Rudra's laughter faded into a deadly silence. His eyes locked onto Ginyu's, no longer playful. Now they burned with cold fury.
"You made a grave mistake, Captain," Rudra said softly. "And now… you'll pay for it."
The Ginyu Force swallowed hard, realizing the battle had just taken a terrifying turn.
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To be continued…
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