Omnitrix Tyrant: The Strategist of Universe 7

Chapter 18: The First Strike

A piercing alarm shattered the night's peace.

Ben shot up, his instincts screaming. Around him, Saiyan warriors scrambled from their sleeping quarters, eyes darting to the sky. The air buzzed with tension.

Taro stormed out of his tent, eyes narrowing as he looked at the blazing lights in the sky. "Scouters, report!"

A Saiyan warrior tapped his device. His face paled. "Multiple ships detected… They're not Saiyan."

Ben didn't need to hear the rest. He already knew.

Frieza was here.

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A Ruthless Arrival

The first wave of Frieza's soldiers descended like a swarm of locusts.

Explosions ripped through the colony as blaster fire rained down. The Saiyan warriors barely had time to react before Frieza's troops landed, weapons raised.

A towering alien in battle armor stepped forward, his scouter beeping. He sneered. "Heh. What do we have here? A few Saiyan stragglers?"

Ben clenched his fists. He recognized this guy—Commander Nabu, one of Frieza's lesser lieutenants. A cocky bastard, but still dangerous.

Taro growled, stepping forward. "We're not stragglers. We're warriors."

The commander smirked. "Not for long." He raised his hand—and a rain of energy blasts tore through the air.

The battle had begun.

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Chaos Erupts

Ben moved instantly, dodging the first wave of attacks. Around him, Saiyan warriors clashed with Frieza's soldiers. The battlefield exploded with movement.

Taro crushed a soldier's skull with a single punch. Another Saiyan grabbed an enemy by the tail, slamming him into the dirt.

Ben ducked under a blaster shot, driving his fist into an alien's gut. The soldier choked—before Ben grabbed his arm, twisting it until it snapped.

More came. Dozens of them.

Ben's mind raced. He couldn't waste time with small fry. He needed to take out the commander.

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Target: Commander Nabu

Ben dashed through the chaos, dodging laser fire. He vaulted over wreckage, weaving through the battlefield until he reached Nabu.

The commander turned, unimpressed. "You? A human?" He laughed. "What are you doing here?"

Ben cracked his knuckles. "Kicking your ass."

Nabu smirked. "Try it."

He vanished—then reappeared behind Ben in an instant.

Ben barely ducked as a kick tore through the air, missing his skull by inches. He countered, driving an elbow into Nabu's ribs—but the commander barely flinched.

Then Nabu's fist slammed into Ben's stomach.

The impact sent him flying.

Ben hit the ground, coughing blood. Damn. He's strong.

But Ben wasn't out yet.

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A Desperate Gamble

Nabu charged, preparing to finish him off.

Ben forced himself up, hand on the Omnitrix.

He had one shot.

As Nabu swung, Ben slammed his hand down—

And vanished in a green flash.

When the light faded, he stood tall—transformed.

Nabu's scouter beeped wildly. "What the—? That power level—"

Ben smirked. "Yeah, about that…"

His new alien form cracked its neck. "Let's dance."

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