Omnitrix Tyrant: The Strategist of Universe 7

Chapter 26: Assembling the First Pieces

The Saiyan slums were as lively as ever—rowdy voices, the scent of cheap food, and the occasional fistfight breaking out over minor disagreements. It was a perfect place to find outcasts—Saiyans who didn't fit in with the elite or the warriors who blindly followed Frieza.

Ben and Caulifla walked side by side through the dusty streets. Kale trailed behind them, nervously glancing around. She had been silent for most of their conversation, but Ben could tell she was listening closely.

Caulifla scoffed as she kicked a stray rock aside. "So, how do you plan on finding these 'right people'? Not like there's a list of Saiyans who hate Frieza."

Ben smirked. "True. But desperate people are easy to find. And I know exactly where to look."

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The Underground Fighters

The three of them arrived at a rundown building on the outskirts of the city. From the outside, it looked abandoned. But inside, Ben could hear the unmistakable sounds of battle—grunts, crashes, and the roar of a rowdy crowd.

Caulifla raised an eyebrow. "The hell is this place?"

Ben pushed open the door, revealing a dimly lit underground fighting ring. Saiyans of all kinds were gathered—low-class warriors, exiles, and troublemakers looking to vent their frustrations.

The main attraction? Brutal one-on-one fights.

A massive Saiyan with a scar over his eye was throwing another through a stone pillar as the crowd cheered. Money exchanged hands. Some Saiyans sat in groups, drinking and laughing, while others leaned against the walls, silently watching.

Ben's eyes scanned the room. There were fighters here who hated the current system—who had been cast aside or abandoned. Perfect recruits.

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Picking a Fight

Caulifla whistled. "Now this is my kind of place."

Kale, on the other hand, was visibly uncomfortable. "Are… are you sure about this?"

Ben smirked. "The best way to recruit warriors is to prove we're stronger."

Caulifla grinned. "Oh, I like where this is going."

Ben stepped forward and called out to the crowd. "Who's the strongest fighter here?"

The room went silent. Then, a few Saiyans started laughing.

"The hell are you supposed to be?" one of them sneered.

Ben rolled his shoulders. "Someone who's about to prove a point."

The scarred Saiyan from earlier stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. He was at least a foot taller than Ben, with a powerful build and an arrogant smirk.

"You want the strongest?" he growled. "You're looking at him."

Ben grinned. "Good. Then let's make this interesting."

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The Battle Begins

The fighters and spectators backed away, giving them space. No rules, no limits—just a straight-up fight.

The scarred Saiyan wasted no time, charging forward with a powerful punch aimed at Ben's face.

Ben ducked, pivoting smoothly and slamming his elbow into the Saiyan's ribs.

The crowd let out a collective "Ooooh!" as the brute staggered back.

He growled. "You little—"

He swung again, but Ben was already moving. His speed was far beyond what they expected from a normal Saiyan.

He wasn't even using the Omnitrix.

A quick dodge. A counterattack. A sudden snap kick to the side of the head.

The scarred Saiyan crashed into the dirt.

Silence.

Then, murmurs spread through the crowd.

Ben stepped forward, planting a foot on his downed opponent's chest. "If you're the strongest here, then all of you are in trouble."

The Saiyan groaned but didn't argue. The crowd wasn't laughing anymore.

Caulifla smirked. "Damn. That was fun to watch."

Kale looked relieved, though still a little overwhelmed by everything happening.

Ben turned to the gathered fighters. It was time to make his move.

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The First Speech

"I didn't come here just to fight," Ben announced, his voice carrying through the underground arena. "I came here because I know most of you are sick of being treated like trash. You're stronger than they say you are."

A few Saiyans shifted uncomfortably, but no one spoke up.

Ben continued, "Frieza doesn't care about Saiyans. He only keeps you around because you're useful for now. But trust me—when the time comes, he won't hesitate to wipe you out."

That got their attention. Some looked skeptical, but others exchanged uneasy glances.

"You don't have to take my word for it," Ben said, crossing his arms. "You just have to decide whether you want to wait until it's too late, or if you want to take control of your own fate."

Caulifla stepped forward, grinning. "If you're interested, stick around. If not, then stay here and keep beating each other up for scraps."

Ben could see it—the doubt, the consideration. Some were thinking about it.

That was enough for now.

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