Lesson One: Information Is a Weapon
Broko didn't accompany them after returning .
That was intentional.
....
Bala and Tehm watched the Vought black-site from high altitude, suppressing their ki the way they'd been drilled, clumsy, imperfect, but enough.
The facility wasn't public-facing. No branding. No civilians. Just reinforced steel, sensor arrays, and men whose job descriptions included words like containment and asset recovery.
Tehm cracked his knuckles.
"Dad said no killing," he muttered.
Bala nodded. "Breaking is fine."
They dropped in.
The first wave never saw them.
Bala hit the ground hard on purpose drawing attention. Alarms screamed. Floodlights snapped on.
Tehm moved sideways through shadow, dense ki coating his body just enough to ignore high velocity stun rounds and kinetic nets.
He ripped a mounted turret free and threw it through a security truck without looking.
Men charged.
That was a Bad idea.
The twins didn't fight like heroes.
They fought like predators learning coordination.
Bala rushed forward, forcing guards into predictable formations. Tehm hit flanks, collapsing cover and cutting off retreat. Every move was still inefficient but relentless.
Within minutes, resistance stopped.
They didn't torture.
They intimidated by beating them a little bit.
Bala lifted the commander off the floor with one hand, eyes glowing faintly.
"Talk," he said. "Or you keep floating with an extra blue eye ."
The man spoke quickly .
Hidden facilities.
Satellite relays.
Stormfront's last tracking data.
And one phrase that made Tehm go still.
"Project Perfected."
....
They didn't destroy the base.
They emptied it.
Servers crushed.
Research cores melted.
Prototype gear folded into useless slag.
Then they left.
No explosions.
No bodies.
Just absence.
Broko's Approval
They regrouped in the upper atmosphere.
Bala spoke first.
"We didn't rush this time ."
Tehm followed. "We didn't miss anything important."
Broko appeared between them.
He listened.
Then nodded once.
"You hunted well boys ."
The praise mattered more than applause ever could.
Meanwhile — The Light Moves
Deep underground, far from flags and laws, The Light gathered.
Lex Luthor stood at the center.
Amanda Waller observed silently.
A containment chamber dominated the room.
Inside it was,
A Saiyan.
Perfect posture.
Controlled breathing.
Eyes closed.
Not a child.
Not a beast.
A weapon.
"Accelerated growth," Lex said calmly. "Zenkai loops stabilized. Ki control integrated at the cellular level."
The clone opened its eyes.
Cold.
Focused.
No rage.
No hesitation.
"What is my designation?" it asked.
Lex smiled.
....
The Light didn't cheer.
They didn't celebrate.
They prepared.
Because for the first time, they weren't reacting.
They were hunting back.