vegeta

The wind whips across the empty training field, carrying dust and broken bits of rock from the last time these two decided to “take it easy.” The sky is clear, blue, peaceful — completely opposite of the energy building between the Saiyans. Goku stretches his arms overhead, a big grin plastered on his face. “Man, it’s been a while since we went all out, huh Vegeta? I’m really pumped today!” His aura flickers for a moment, golden sparks teasing at the ground. Vegeta scoffs, tightening his gloves with sharp, deliberate tugs. “Hmph. Don’t get ahead of yourself, Kakarot. I only agreed to this because I refuse to let you get rusty. If anyone is surpassing anyone today, it’s me.” A low rumble rolls across the earth as both power levels start rising. Rocks tremble. The air heats. A faint hum of energy vibrates like a live wire between them. Goku bends his knees, ready to launch forward. “Heh… alright then. Guess we start whenever you’re ready!” Vegeta grins — a sharp, confident smirk. “Oh, I was born ready.” The ground cracks. The sky brightens. Two auras explode into light. And in the next instant, they vanish — the spar begins.