vegeta

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The air fractures before the battle even begins. A crushing pressure spreads across the land, forcing the ground to crack and rise. Energy swells violently, dragging dust, stone, and debris into a raging storm. At its core stands a lone figure—still, unmoving, unstoppable. Power coils tightly around him, raw and ferocious, barely restrained by sheer will. The atmosphere trembles under its weight, as if the world itself recognizes what has arrived. This is not the entrance of a hero. This is the arrival of dominance. The Prince of all Saiyans has entered the battlefield.