The Truth the Angels Never Spoke
Angels were not born fearless.
They were made that way after something proved fear was necessary.
High above creation, beyond time rings and erased timelines, the angels convened in silence. No theatrics. No judgmental tones. Only memory.
"The Ancient Saiyans are not a power problem,"
one angel finally said.
"They are a precedent problem."
And that was the truth.
The Ancient Saiyans — Before Gods Ruled
Before Saiyans were a warrior race.
Before transformations had names.
Before gods ruled by structure instead of survival,
There were the Ancient Saiyans.
They were not born on Planet Vegeta.
They were not created by accident.
They evolved during an era when the universe was unfinished.
No Angel Law.
No God Protocol.
No multiversal hierarchy.
Only worlds struggling to exist.
Ancient Saiyans adapted to everything.
Gravity fluctuations that crushed planets.
Time dilation storms that aged civilizations in seconds.
Void zones where ki simply did not function.
Where other species perished, Ancient Saiyans rewrote themselves.
Their bodies were self-correcting.
Their ki learned instead of obeying.
Their instincts were not savage they were diagnostic.
They didn't worship gods.
They studied them.
The First Crime — Defying Angel Authority
The first Angel Council expected Ancient Saiyans to fall in line once divine order was established.
They obviously didn't.
Ancient Saiyans asked questions gods could not answer.
Why must power be regulated?
Why must growth be capped?
Why must survival be approved?
And when angels attempted enforcement…
An Ancient Saiyan did something no being had ever done before.
He injured an angel.
Not through brute force but through adaptation.
He observed angelic movement.
Observed divine causality buffering.
Then adjusted his ki to resonate between angelic layers.
The wound did not heal.
For the first time since their creation…
Angels bled.
The War the Multiverse Forgot
What followed was not a war of conquest.
It was a war of refusal.
Ancient Saiyans did not seek thrones.
They did not seek control.
They sought self-determination.
Entire universes sided with them not because they were tyrants, but because they proved gods were not inevitable.
Ancient Saiyans taught mortals how to evolve without permission.
How to break limits without divine blessing.
How to survive gods.
This terrified the angels.
Not extinction.
Obsolescence.
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Tyrant Origin — The Angels' Nightmare
Tyrant Origin was not a transformation.
It was a state of truth.
When pushed beyond all restraint, an Ancient Saiyan's instincts stripped away morality, and fear leaving only purpose.
In that state, they no longer generated ki.
They consumed probability.
Reality bent to keep up.
The angels learned this too late.
Three angels died during the suppression campaigns—not erased, not sealed.
Killed, a permanent death .
Their essence devoured so completely that even the Grand Priest could not restore them.
That was when the order was given.
"Erase them."
"Rewrite history."
"Make them monsters so no one asks why they vanished."
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The Grand Priest's Personal Sin
The Grand Priest remembered it all.
He had been younger then, less absolute.
He had spoken with an Ancient Saiyan
leader once.
Not as enemies.
As equals.
They had debated fate, freedom, and whether gods deserved eternity.
The Saiyan had smiled and said:
"You fear us because we can choose to stop being useful to you."
When the extermination began, the Grand Priest obeyed.
But when the last Ancient Saiyan world burned…
He hesitated.
One escaped.
That escape echoed across eternity.
And now… he had returned.
The Battle — Hunter vs Tyrant
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Varkhael, the Hunter of Apostates
Varkhael descended with disdain carved into every movement.
He did not rush.
Did not roar.
Did not acknowledge Shin hiding beyond space folds.
His eyes were locked on the Ancient Saiyan alone.
"You could have served,"
Varkhael said calmly.
"Instead, you chose treason."
The Ancient Saiyan answered by attacking.
Base Form.
At first, the Saiyan fought in base 30 trillion power compressed into brutal efficiency.
Every strike carried annihilation intent.
Varkhael blocked them all.
Not through strength but authority.
Angel-forged combat algorithms predicted motion before thought. Each counterstrike shattered space, sending the Saiyan skidding through broken stars.
"You are strong,"
Varkhael admitted.
"But strength without obedience is waste."
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Tyrant Origin — Restrained No Longer
The Saiyan's restraint snapped.
Tyrant Origin ignited not restrained, not measured.
Reality screamed.
Gravity inverted.
Time staggered.
The Hunter was forced back for the first time.
The Saiyan fought like extinction incarnate every blow rewriting the battlefield, every movement fueled by survival and rage forged over eons of betrayal.
Still… Varkhael laughed.
"Yes,"
he said, blood finally staining his armor.
"Show me why you deserved extermination."
Uphill Battle — Freedom Bleeds
Varkhael revealed his true purpose.
He was not built to kill Ancient Saiyans quickly.
He was built to break them.
Divine chains manifested, conceptual restraints that punished defiance itself.
Every time the Saiyan pushed forward, reality pushed back harder.
Bones cracked.
Ki destabilized.
Tyrant Origin threatened to consume him.
From hiding, Shin felt it.
The fight was not just physical.
It was ideological.
God rule versus chosen freedom.
The Angels Watch
"He is exceeding projections."
"Tyrant Origin instability increasing."
"Bond variable remains unresolved."
"If he wins,"
an angel said quietly,
"we will never control evolution again."
And for the first time since the ancient war…
The angels were afraid again.
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End of the chapter