Glacier landed hard mere feet from the spot where Parsley and Ishtar had been standing moments earlier, creating a sizable trench in the already ruined ground as he slid to a volatile stop. He struggled to his knees, grunting and groaning in permeable pain. The two hidden onlookers immediately noticed that there was something different about him. From Koorimaru and Blizzar, plus whatever dealings they had with other Arcosians, it was well known that they all sounded the same. It was an evolutionary quirk that confounded onlookers and sent rippling giggles through throngs of Frost Demons.
However,
Glacier sounded much different. He sounded not so much more refined, but just... different. This was startling in and of itself. Add in the fact that she could slightly understand what he was saying and Parsley was staggered.
"Damned simian! I should have wiped out his entire godforsaken race the very moment I first considered it!" Glacier rose to his feet in time to shoot back to avoid Vocado's pending charge. The Super Saiyan didn't relent, quickly closing the gap and engaging Glacier again.
The collision of their blows created shockwaves that made the very ground under them all tremble and shatter like fragile glass. It was breathtaking, the power on display. Not just the power, but the technique; or rather, the absence of any immediately recognizable one. Even still, Parsley's martial eye detected the rudimentary fundamentals of Saiyan-Do, the base fighting form from which her White Fang, Sarada's Crimson Fist, and so many other fighting forms implemented by Saiyan warriors were derived from.
The fighting was savage and desperate. Vocado's rage was tangible; it poured out of his every pore like a thick smoke, choking and strangling the very air around them. Glacier's own rage was comparable, but from a different sort. It was indignation, obviously derived from the assumed affront that his slaves dared to rise against him and revolt. To find himself locked in mortal combat with one, was unthinkable.
To consider that he was losing was even more so.
A thunderous collision sent both fighters spiraling out of control briefly before they righted themselves.
"You're finished, Glacier," Vocado declared. "You're going to die on this hellish wasteland you've built for yourself. A fitting end, I'd say."
Glacier growled furiously. "What did you say?!
I'm going to die? OHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!" Well, at least the laugh was the same. "My dear ape, I dare say you have it all wrong. You see, a mere monkey can never overcome the will of a god such as myself. And now that I've allowed you your fun, I'm going to take my time picking you apart, limb from limb. Hmhmhm, just like I did that little bald creature."
For some reason, the mention of that little bald creature doused the already roaring flames of Vocado's anger in gas. "Bald creature? Are you talking about Klearin?!" His golden aura exploded, filling the sky in its luminescence. "I'LL KILL YOU!!" he roared as he shot forward.
Glacier exploded forward to meet him, and the hellacious battle resumed.
Parsley's blood was pumping. There she was, right in the midst of this legendary battle that shaped her race's future in ways that neither combatant could have dreamed of. She realized the opportunity she had before her. She bore witness to a fight that no one else had laid eyes on. Historians were going to love her!
"Incredibl-Oh." Unless she was mistaken, Vocado was looking right at them. He must have, because why else would he have gotten distracted enough to miss the massive haymaker that nearly knocked his head off and sent him flying into a nearby mountain.