West City in chaos. Buildings lie crumbled, smoke rises into the sky. People run for cover as explosions echo through the streets. In the middle of it all, a bright blue blur zips across the sky, laughing like a crazy child.

“Woohoo! This world’s got flair! Not bad! Let’s see what breaks next!”

A powerful whoosh of wind stops him mid-movement. Piccolo teleports in, landing between Cyber Gamma 2 and the remaining civilians.

“What the hell do you think you're doing?!”

Cyber gamma bouncing to his feet still smiling

“Ooooh, hey! You’re Piccolo, right? You know in my world you were dead!"

“I don’t know who you are… but you are not Gamma 2"

Piccolo lunges forward, landing a heavy punch—Cyber Gamma 2 is knocked back but cartwheels midair and lands in a crouch, grinning.

“Now that’s the spirit! Let’s dance, Namekian!”