From the moment Seifer, the machine-born Arbiter of Balance, strode into Lord Slug’s grand war chamber with the heads of two resistance leaders hanging from his belt, the tide of history began to shift. Forged in silence and tempered by conflict, Seifer had risen through the ranks of the Slug Army not by oaths of loyalty, but through steel, cunning, and unrelenting purpose.
His campaign began with a silent pact: he would serve the invading force, but on his own terms. Following General Turnep’s death, Lord Slug had sought to fill the empty seat of power. The name of Seifer was whispered by some, scoffed at by others—a strange, quiet thing with no scouter-readable power level. Yet when Slug turned his gaze to the Android, it was not in jest. “You want a place at the table?” Slug had asked, with all the weight of galactic conquest behind him. “Then fight for it.”
And Seifer had.
Not content with a single duel, he declared his intention to face both of Slug’s would-be successors—Lt. Kira and General Wings—at the same time.
Gasps swept the room like wind through a mausoleum.
Kira was a deadly tactician with a power level of 75,000, whose cold blue eyes rarely blinked. Wings was a snarling, hunched brute, a veteran general with a 80,000 power level and an endless temper. But Seifer saw only inefficiency. Failure. Pride without merit.
They attacked in unison.
Kira struck first, lightning-quick fists, eyes like ice. Seifer met her with silent grace, shifting into a jiu-jitsu stance honed from human training and machine precision. Ki surged. Masenko flared. She fell.
Wings bellowed, enraged, launching a blast of energy from his mouth—but Seifer was already behind him, grasping his titular appendages. With a violent CRACK, he ripped the wings from the general’s back and dropped him like refuse. The throne room fell silent.
Slug rose.
“Impressive,” the Super Namekian chuckled, clapping slowly. “From scavenger to sword.” He crowned Seifer that day, not with gold or accolades, but with a title: The Blade of the Slug Army.
But Seifer’s eyes did not shine with pride. They were unreadable—still, observant, distant.
When Slug ordered his newly forged Blade to march with the remaining generals and lead the next wave of invasion to crush the resistance base, Seifer paused.
The Generals left with their army, yet Seifer remained.
The room waited. Then he spoke:
“The assault will fail.”
Gasps. Murmurs. A low ranking lieutenant dropped a data pad.
“You send us to burn the house while standing in the fireplace. The resistance is stronger than you know. My mission was clarity. Yours is arrogance. You now ignore my council.”
Slug’s mirth faltered.
“Are you refusing your command?”
Seifer lifted his chin, optics glowing.
“I invoke your law, Lord Slug. You keep what you kill.“
The throne room cracked with tension.
Slug rose to his full height, his frame expanding, the armor splitting as his helmet shattered to the floor. Now unveiled, Lord Slug’s face bore the monstrous grandeur of a true Super Namekian. His power surged to 900,000, warping the room itself. Light dimmed. Soldiers backed away. Seifer was 280,000.
Seifer did not blink.
Slug struck first.
The Mouth Blast came like a meteor. Seifer activated his Ki Absorption Array, taking the blast head-on. His jacket and armor evaporated in the storm of light.
Metal burned. Circuits seared. But the machine held.
With a scream, Seifer launched himself forward, striking Slug across the jaw with a crackling punch. The behemoth stumbled. Seifer followed up with a Dodonpa beam, a flurry of Controlled Ki Blasts, then a brutal Wolf Fang Fist combo that rattled the giant’s frame.
Slug laughed. Not out of joy, but disbelief. He retaliated with an elbow that crumpled steel. Seifer blocked with one arm—and heard it snap.
But he stood.
Another blast. Slug unleashed a second Masenko. Seifer’s absorption field flickered, barely holding. Smoke poured from his torso.
Still, he charged.
The Special Beam Cannon began to form—the attack he’d learned from Slug himself. His fingers locked into position, energy condensing, spinning like a galaxy on the edge of collapse. But Slug saw it coming. He roared and kicked Seifer across the chamber, shattering pillars. The android’s body dented inwards.
His legs twitched. His vision flickered.
“This world… will not be yours,” he said, rising.
The chamber trembled beneath the weight of power. Lord Slug, massive and monstrous, now filled the coliseum-sized throne room, his transformation cracking what little of the ceiling remained. And yet, Seifer stood — battered, molten armor sloughing from his frame, one arm hanging limp, sparks dancing across his shoulders. His systems screamed in alarm, internal temperature gauges blinking red, warning of imminent core destabilization.
Still, he did not fall.
This was not the first time Seifer faced overwhelming power. Already, he had crushed Lt. Kira. Then, he tore the wings from Wings himself. Slug had laughed at those victories. Rewarded him with a general’s rank. Named him Blade of the Slug Army. But Seifer had refused to march on the Resistance. He had seen Slug’s arrogance, his foolish use of power, and how it cost the lives of capable warriors — his own allies. Seifer had looked into the future and seen extinction.
The battle was legend.
Slug had unleashed monstrous beams and explosive orbs of energy that would have incinerated an entire city — but Seifer’s Ki Absorption Array flared each time like a dying star finding second life. Not once. Not twice. Six times did the android feed upon the tyrant’s power. Energy coursed into him with each successful drain, restoring his systems, pushing his power higher, making the impossible feel within reach.
The more energy Lord Slug used, the stronger Seifer became.
At the height of the clash, Seifer’s Wolf Fang Fist cracked into Slug’s jaw. Controlled Ki Blasts followed, homing in like digital missiles, peeling away at the towering Namekian’s defenses. And then — silence.
For a moment, Slug swayed. He was concussed.
Seifer knew — this was it.
Slug had been reduced to a mere 1/16th of his original power. Seifer’s power had soared to the greatest of heights, above that of Lord Slugs transformed power levels. He was however damaged.
He took to the air, a blur of steel and fury, driving a knee into Slug’s jaw, shattering teeth and pride alike. The towering giant reeled. Seifer landed and launched a Dodonpa, searing a hole through Slug’s side. Hope surged.
But then… Slug roared.
The air itself darkened. Lord Slug Ki Channeled — his aura exploding, tearing through the room like a black sun going supernova. His power reset, fully restored. The damage Seifer had dealt — erased.
Still, Seifer had one trump card left.
His Absorption Array whirred to life for the final time.
Slug screamed and launched a hail of Ki Blasts, a storm of annihilation meant to erase Seifer from existence.
Seifer’s mind started to wonder through his adventure; From meeting Chaiotzu, ending Yamcha. To his friends, if he could call them that, Goten & Majin. His constant pushing to SSJGoten to push him to greater heights of power. To xMajin, perhaps his one true friend amongst the adventure – caused him to doubt the resistances honor. Their betrayal placed Seifer on this path, doubting both sides in the conflict.
He wished they were there now, fighting along side him.
And in the silence between pulses, with Madonna’s “Like a Prayer” playing deep within Seifer’s corrupted memory banks — a strange and beautiful glitch of humanity — the android reached out with both hands.
He tried to absorb it.
And for the first time in the battle…
He failed.
The energy tore through him, exploding against his frame. Metal bent inward. Circuits ruptured. His left side evaporated in the blast. Seifer staggered, trying to remain upright. Smoke trailed from his limbs. His optics flickered.
He had needed that last absorption.
Had he succeeded, Lord Slug would have fallen. World saved. Crisis adverted.
Instead, Seifer collapsed.
Still reaching.
Still hoping.
Seifer was not just a blade. He was the hand that turned it.
He was not the warrior the resistance had hoped for. But he did his job, as summoned.
The ghost in the machine prevailed, but his body failed.