“You would throw everythin’ away like this?
Bulma, Trunks, and all we worked for t’ah protect them?”
Maybe, deep down, Goku had always known this was a possibility. That, if presented the option, Vegeta might return to his vile ways for the sake of being number one. But the naive, optimistic side of him had ignored it. Now it had reached a breaking point– to some extent, this was all his fault. And this would be his burden to bear.
“You’re not hurtin’ anyone else, Vegeta. You’ll have y’er battle.”
Of course, going all out meant that he’d have to… no, he couldn’t risk that yet. Unless Vegeta pushed him that far, he should be able to end this with just the ascended state.
Goku’s body erupted in a beacon of golden light, sparks dancing around his figure. An explosion of energy flowed from Goku as he ascended straight to Super Saiyan 2.
“There’s not a whole lot of time, so I hope y’ah don’t mind I SKIP the warm-up.”
Oh how the allure of power had enticed the prince to retread familiar ground. These Earthly attachments-- his wife, his son, the joy that both of them caused him to feel; it had weakened him, convinced he would be better parted from the little family he had built here... time would tell if this decision would be the correct one in the end.
“Excellent! You’re the only one I’m interested in beating... to a bloodied PULP!!!” His ki flared with his taunt, the fiery aura of his Super Saiyan 2 form tinged with traces of sinister energy, black and twisting.
The prince grinned, his face like that of a predator poised to STRIKE!
Coiled and ready, feet are spread apart as he drops into a slight crouch, stalling for a moment before finally leaping at Goku, throwing a fist the other saiyan’s way with his opening strike.
“Hold nothing back, Kakarot!”
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