Chapter Fifty-six - The Realm of Makai
"What's the matter?" Bardock asked, smirking. "I thought we were going to fight?"
"How...?" wondered Neikan, staring at the two Shinkai fighters. "That simply isn't possible. No mortal, especially not a living one, is capable of that sort of power."
"You really should do more research before you try attacking someone." Gohan said, from behind his father and grandfather.
Daikirai snorted. "I say it's a trick." he said. "These two aren't as strong as they seem, they're just making themselves seem stronger somehow."
"Well then, why don't you try and prove it?" asked Goku.
Daikirai frowned, snorted again, and then lunged in at the two Sai-jins. The two were ready for him, however, and both easily dodged around to either side of him. As they did Bardock lashed out with a kick for his head while Goku aimed a kick toward his stomach. The Mazoku's eyes widened as he moved to block the attacks. His right arm shot up and stopped Bardock's kick but his left was too slow and Goku's heel slammed into his stomach with a resounding crack that drove him back and doubled him over. The two Sai-jins came to a stop then, once again several feet away from their opponent.
"Still think it's a trick?" Bardock asked.
Daikirai growled as he held a hand to his stomach and scowled at them. "It must be that, then." he said, frowning. "That red eyed green thing that Lord Quietus sensed in Shinkai."
"Red eyed green thing?" Goku asked, looking toward Bardock.
His father shrugged. "Beats me." he said. "My kick for his head missed so he must have had this brain damage already."
Daikirai blinked and then growled again, barring his teeth and a pair of inch long fangs as he did. "Wretched piece of trash!" he cried, lunging in toward the Sai-jin. Nearing he launched a powerful punch for Bardock's head but the instant before it connected the Sai-jin vanished, reappeared above him, and slammed his foot down into the back of his head. The blow sent the Mazoku careening away for several hundred feet before he regained control and righted himself again, still growling.
"These two are..." Nefaria began as she watched Daikirai charge in again, while the two Sai-jins shot down to meet him. "They're stronger than I am... how is that possible?"
"Dad and Grandpa have always been amazing." said Gohan, shaking his head. "I thought I had improved a lot in the last seven years but... dad's power at Super Saiya-jin is almost equal to mine at the second level. I've never seen either of them improve so much so fast before."
Nefaria was not the only one shocked by the power of the two Sai-jins. Neikan and Aku were watching the on going fight, with Bardock and Goku controlling the encounter, with scowls on their faces. Neikan shifted his gaze from the two Sai-jins and toward Dabura, Nefaria, and Gohan. Were these the best fighters in Shinkai or were there more on the other side with power like this? He figured there had to be more, they wouldn't leave the realm unprotected...
"Aku." he began, shifting his gaze back to the fight. "Head up to the Mazoku Plane and inform Quietus about this."
"Right." Aku replied slowly as he turned. It took a moment for him to tear his eyes away from the battle and then he shot off in a burst of red light.
Dabura frowned as he watched him leave but before he could act to stop him Neikan unleashed a powerful blast of energy toward the two Sai-jins. The attack drew his focus and forced him into action to deflect it. The two mortals were needed to stop Quietus and the attack Neikan had unleashed, a large spinning ball of ki covered in spikes, would have easily shredded them into little bits.
He reached the attack in an instant, while it was still several feet from its intended targets, and easily deflected it away with a simple ki blast.
"Whoa." Goku said, blinking as he looked at Dabura. He'd felt his power spike up considerably for a moment. Most of the time it felt like he was around his and Bardock's level, but just then he was nearly twice their power.
"I think this has gone on long enough." Dabura said, turning his focus toward Daikirai, who had now moved back away from the two Sai-jins.
The Mazoku scowled and then vanished, reappearing beside Neikan. "This is a waste of time." he said. "We could kill these mortals easily enough on their own, but with Dabura in the way..."
"Agreed." said Neikan, frowning as well. "Let's go." And, with that, both of them vanished.
"You're just going to let them run away?" asked Nefaria.
"As much as I am displeased with them it would be... unwise to remove them at present." said Dabura. "The balance is already in enough trouble because of the three missing Supreme Kais. You've seen the damage that has built up in Shinkai. I shudder to think what could happen to the Realms if Makai were to follow suit."
Nefaria frowned. "So there's no choice, then, but to tolerate their defection?"
"For now." said Dabura. "Once this mess is settled, however... Replacing them one at a time should be fine. Anyway, enough of this, we have a long journey ahead of us. The Dead Zone can not be exited through any means other than the path up to Purgatory and it is a long flight away."
The others all nodded and so the group set off once more. "This place is so weird." Goku said, glancing around him. "It looks like nothing but an empty void..."
"This is the Plane known as the Dead Zone." said Nefaria. "It could be compared to Shinkai's Plane of Hell. Only..."
"Only what?" asked Bardock.
"Shinkai and Makai are polar opposites." Nefaria said. "And that is reflected in the Planes, and in who is rewarded upon death."
Goku and Bardock furrowed their brows, obviously both confused as to what the woman meant, but Gohan cast a glance around at the empty void and frowned. "This is where the good people of Makai end up?" he asked.
"Good is a bit light of a term to use." said Nefaria. "This is where the... "best" of Makai spend eternity. Those who, in Shinkai, would be allowed to remain on the Grand Kai's world would, instead, find themselves here if they had lived in Makai."
"Well, that sucks." said Bardock.
Dabura chuckled. "An odd sentiment, coming from a Sai-jin." he said. "I wouldn't expect to find many of your people on the Grand Kai's world."
"No, I suppose not." Bardock agreed. "Goku, myself, and my mate are the only Sai-jins currently there out of over a hundred thousand people."
"What do you mean, you and Goku?" asked Nefaria, her white eyes, looking so much like spotlights in pools of darkness, drifting to her left to gaze at him. "The two of you are alive..."
"Oh, we weren't alive a few hours ago." explained Goku. "We chased after someone through one of the tears and it revived us. We were dead before that for about seven years."
"So, what's the rest of ths Realm like?" asked Gohan. "If this is where the best go, then what about the bad guys? The Friezas, Slugs, and Cells of Makai?"
"While I don't know who two of them are, they would all likely be on the Grand Mazoku's world, in Limbo." said Nefaria.
"Limbo?"
Nefaria nodded. "The Planes here in Makai serve a similar purpose as those of Shinkai but, with the exception of the Mortal Plane, they are not the same. So each plane here bears a name different than those of Shinkai."
"So instead of Hell you have the Dead Zone, and instead of Otherworld you have Limbo?" asked Bardock.
"Exactly. In place of the H.F.I.L. is Purgatory and in place of Heaven is Naraka. Then there is our plane, of course. The Mazoku Plane. And our final destination if we are to confront Quietus."
Gohan pursed his lips for a moment as something Nefaria had just said clicked in his mind. "What did you mean that you don't know two of them?" asked Gohan. "Does that mean you've met one of them before?"
Nefaria smiled. "I did not meet him, but I heard tell of the being named Cell. A warrior of Shinkai supposedly close to the Grand Mazoku in power. I had doubts as to his power, though I had to admit his coming was impressive. He is the only Mortal I have ever heard of crossing the barrier between planes on their own. It is supposed to be impossible, only those possessed of Kai or Mazoku magic should be able to cross it without being torn apart."
"Well, Cell can regenerate from just a single, well, cell." said Bardock. "Made him damn hard to kill in the first place."
"What race is he?" asked Dabura. "I've never heard of regeneration that powerful."
"He's not from any race." said Gohan. "He was created in another timeline by a scientist form Earth named Dr. Gero. He's got the DNA of a number of races in him. Human, Sai-jin, Changeling, and Namekian."
"He got some Tanarian in him, too, after taking some DNA from Sakura." said Bardock.
"A genetically engineered being?" Dabura mused. "Interesting. I don't know anything about the Human or Changeling races, though being part Sai-jin, Tanarian, and Namekian I can see how he became so powerful."
"You know about the Tanarians and Namekians, too?" asked Goku.
Dabura grinned. "I know much about the Realms. More, I am sure, than my Shinkai counterparts do."
"Alright, so what can you tell us about this Quietus guy?" asked Bardock. "From what I understand you're the leader of the Mazoku, so you should be the strongest, right? So then, how is he stronger than you?"
"Yes, that's right." Dabura said. "Our afterlife hierarchy is organized like that of Shinkai. At the lowest positions are the Overseers of each world, our version of a Guardian. Above them are the Mazoku. Of us the four lower Mazoku are the weakest, then the Grand Mazoku, the Supreme Mazoku, and then finally myself, the Mazoku King. Below the Mazoku are the Demons who function for us like the Oni of Shinkai function for the Kais. The powers of the different groups are all regulated by each group's own nature, function, and position.
"While the powers of the Overseers vary greatly from world to world, depending entirely upon the power of the person who takes the post, those of the other groups do not. Demons are, unlike the rest of the hierarchy, born in Limbo. Purely magical beings who, more or less, pop into existence as needed. Within the Demons there are three classes. Cleric, Controller, and Judge. Clerics are the weakest, Controllers are mid range as they keep watch over Purgatory, and then the sixteen Judges are the strongest of the Demons, as they are the strongest of the Oni in Shinkai.
"No Demon, be it Cleric, Controller, or Judge, can ever match the power of a Lower Mazoku. Likewise, the Lower Mazoku can not match the power of the Grand Mazoku, who can not match a Supreme Mazoku, who can not match the power of the Mazoku King. This is because the magic that creates us, that turns us from the mortals we once were into the rulers of the realm, specifically places us within a set range of power. The start power varies, as does the maximum obtainable power, but all start above the highest possible level of the rank below, and stop before the lowest possible level of the rank above.
"Quietus was no different for the majority of his life. He was a Controller Demon, one of those who kept the inhabitants of Purgatory in line. A demanding job as said inhabitants are constantly arranging a coup of some sort to try and overthrow we Mazoku. Most mortals do not like being ruled by beings of evil, or being punished for doing good things in their lives. For nearly a million years Quietus was no different than his brethren, though admittedly one of the strongest. Even so he would not have lasted long in a fight against any Judge."
"So what changed?" asked Gohan.
"About seven thousand years ago there was an... incident. A powerful group of wizards, fifty of them in all, had banded together in the Mortal Plane. These were wizards of good who had recently restored peace to about half of their galaxy, defeating the powerful tyrant that had once ruled them. Several of them had power enough to see beyond the Mortal Plane, to see that we Mazoku ruled the afterlife, and as is common with Mortals, they considered us their enemy. The root of their former issues. Only by removing us would they have true and lasting peace.
"Combining their magic they were unexpectedly able to transport themselves to the Mazoku plane where they challenged us to battle. Working together against Daikirai, their magic proved to be quite formidable, actually causing him some noticeable difficulty. But he started picking them off, one at a time, and as more of them fell it became easier, until at last all of them were dead. Due to their deeds and purity all fifty of them were then sent here, to the Dead Zone, for all eternity.
"But it was not the last we would hear from them. Five thousand years later we began to notice distortions and disturbances in Purgatory, emanating from within the Dead Zone. We were not sure what the issue might be at first. But then three of the wizards who had challenged us appeared in Purgatory, and the distortions and disturbances grew stronger. I realized, then, that our wizard friends were trying to stir up trouble for us. I wasn't sure how they were doing it, all magic and most of a person's power is suppressed down here, but they were certainly the source.
"I didn't consider it too great a threat, however. The suppressive nature of the Dead Zone had surely weakened them, despite their apparent ability to use their magic. So instead of going down myself, or sending any of the other Mazoku, I dispatched a contingent of a hundred Demons to put an end to the problem. Quietus was part of the force that went down as I sent the hundred strongest Demons alive at the time.
"I don't know exactly what happened, but I did witness some of it. I was watching from my palace in the Mazoku Plane, mostly out of curiosity, as I wanted to see how the wizards were using their magic. I'm still not entirely sure how they were doing it, they'd apparently found some means of tapping into some external source of power. Anyway, during the ensuing battle between the two sides Quietus eventually found himself surrounded by about a dozen of the wizards. Two things then happened at the same time. They all tried to kill him with their magic and he tried to escape with his.
"Somehow the two magics interacted and mixed producing some unknown result. Quietus vanished without a trace and I assumed he was dead. The wizards were stopped by the remaining Demon forces, the distortions and disturbances ended, and all returned to normal. For a few days, at least. And then new distortions began, in all of the planes and not just Purgatory. Over the next several days they built stronger and stronger, several of them completely destroying planets in the Mortal Plane.
"Then, as quickly as they started, they all stopped, and Quietus appeared again. Not in the Dead Zone where he had vanished, but in the Mazoku Plane itself. I sensed his arrival, it was impossible to miss as his power rivaled that of the Supreme Mazoku. He was holding back, something I didn't find out until later, but it got my attention. I have no idea what happened to him to cause the increase in his power, or to grant him the new magical abilities he has that exceed his station as a Controller Demon.
"It could have been the combination of crossing magics, the unknown nature and source of the magic being used by those wizards, or something that happened after he vanished. Whatever the cause it changed him on a fundamental level. Not only did he have new strength and new powers but a new look as well. I didn't even recognize him as a Demon when he first returned. It wasn't until after our fight started, and we'd exchanged a few words, that I realized who and what he was."
"So how did you stop him before?" asked Goku. "We overheard some information but no one ever gave us the full story."
"There's not much to tell." said Dabura. "I was losing my fight, I knew I wouldn't win, so I retreated from the battle. I traveled to Shinkai to enlist the aid of the two remaining Supreme Kais in stopping him and he followed after me, intent both on capturing me and in gaining control over Shinkai as he had already done in Makai. The three of us fought him but even together we were not strong enough to beat him.
"So we joined our powers in a different way. We combined our magics to create a Blood Crystal. A crystal prison forged out of the blood, bone, and soul of one of the Supreme Kais. The magic to create the crystal was of Mazoku origin, and my contribution to the process. The pure nature of the Suprme Kai created a pure crystal, the two energies off-setting each other so that Quietus would be unable to escape from within. Not on his own, at least, and none of us forsaw anyone helping him escape."
Dabura shook his head. "I never expected such organization or effort to restore him. Especially not with Shinkai involvement. I still don't understand what brought it about."
"Raven." said Bardock, causing both Dabura and Nefaria to glance back at him. "She's someone we've been dealing with for a while, her and her mate. Working from behind the scenes manipulating the course of the universe for some purpose. Apparently they gave their soldiers orders to follow even after death. Don't know why, but they apparently wanted Quietus set free. It's possible they just want the army of Demons he's created." Bardock shrugged, then. "No idea for sure, but it doesn't really matter. No matter what their goal is there's nothing we can do about them until they surface."
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Makai, Limbo, The Grand Mazoku's World
Akuhei, Malus, and Paine seemed to suddenly burst into existence only a few dozen yards from Malchio's sprawling palace. The Grand Mazoku's world was much like that of the Grand Kai's in nature, but Malchio's home was nothing like Zenryou's. While the Grand Kai had an ornate and sizeable mansion the Grand Mazoku had a massive palace of black stone, dotted with hundreds of menacing stone gargoyles with glowing red eyes, that could easily have held Zenryou's mansion five times over, and still had room to spare.
The crowd that 'lived' on the planet was likewise much the same as those on the Grand Kai's world, though with their own distinct differences. Those who trained in Otherworld typically got along with each other, hung out and joked, and largely enjoyed each other's company. The surly crowd found here, however, constantly broke into all out brawls at the drop of a hat, just because someone was having a bad day.
Each and every Mortal present had been some form of powerful ruler in their life, many of just a world, several of multiple worlds, a few who had ruled an entire galaxy, and one who had ruled the entire universe. It was a constant clash of prides and egos, an everlasting contest to prove who among them was truly the most powerful in Makai, the greatest of them all. But all of them, at the sight of the three Demons, parted aside quickly to give them room. None were willing to risk upsetting one of these three, three beings with more power than the Grand Mazoku himself.
This was a fact that didn't go unnoticed by them, and forced a snort of contempt from Paine. Twenty four hours ago the three of them would have been treated like vermin by those training on the Grand Mazoku's world, due to not being as strong as them. She and Malus had been Clerics, she'd been literally fifty times weaker than Akuhei who, himself, had been a weak Controller.
Then he had been around twenty-one times weaker than the strongest Judge who in turn was about eight times weaker than the strongest Mazoku. There the gap in power grew massively before the next rank. Malchio, the Grand Mazoku, was over ten thousand times stronger than any of the Lower Mazoku. Now that her own power had been boosted by Quietus she had enough of a power advantage over the Grand Mazoku to beat him in a single blow. Literally over a hundred million times stronger now than the day before.
She shifted the weight of the girl slung over her shoulder as she made her way up the stairs into the palace. "Come on, let's be quick about this." she said. "No idea when these two could wake up again."
Akuhei squealed with laughter. "You're not worried, are you?" he asked.
"We're not in Hell now." she replied. "With as strong as these two are they could actually cause trouble for us, and kill the Grand Mazoku. Would you like to be the one to explain to one of the Supreme Mazoku, or Lord Quietus, how we let the Grand Mazoku get killed?"
"She has a point." rumbled Malus as they reached the top of the stairs and threw open the large wooden doors. Walking in they found themselves in a large and ornate marble chamber. There were numerous halls branching off to either side but the three of them ignored those and quickly moved to the large golden doors at the opposite end. Malus reached up and knocked as he reached the door. A second later they swung inward to reveal another ornate marble room, though only about a quarter the size of the last.
"What is it?" asked a bored sounding short man sitting in a high backed golden chair about twenty feet from the door. The man was Malchio, the Grand Mazoku, and he was only about three foot tall, had snow white skin, no hair or nose, and large pointed ears. "Has the... what is it you have?" he inquired, suddenly curious as Akuhei tossed the man he'd been carrying onto the floor.
"Mortals." replied Malus. "From Shinkai. Living Mortals nearly as strong as us."
"Living... what?" Malchio asked, getting to his feet. "How do you have living Shinkai mortals? And what's this about being as strong as you?"
"Malus speaks the truth." said Paine, unceremoniously dumping the girl she'd been carrying onto the floor at her feet. "These two suddenly arrived in Hell. They were apparently looking for Nefaria and Dabura."
"And knew about Lord Quietus." added Akuhei.
Paine nodded and continued. "We only won because we were in Hell. These two, and a third who came with them, are all comparable to our own power."
"Nefaria interrupted my fight..." Malus said, gesturing to his injured arm. "Or we'd have all three."
"Living mortals stronger than I?" Malchio asked, walking up to the two unconscious individuals and kneeling down beside them. "They don't appear to be that strong now."
"They can change." said Paine. "Golden hair and blue-green eyes." Malchio pursed his lips as he placed a hand on each of their heads for a moment. Then he closed his eyes as his hands glowed blue. The tree Demons stood watching intently.
"Hmm? What is this...?" he wondered. Malchio was feeling out the depths of their powers, seeing for himself just how strong the two fighters were. His ability wasn't quite as useful as that of Ciferlu, the Demon who'd gone with Angel to attack the Mortal Plane of Makai, as it required contact with the person, but it was better than even Dabura's similar ability. Malchio could actually tell how strong a person was, Dabura could only feel if a person was holding back a little, some, or a lot of their power.
"Incredible..." he said as the glowing ceased. "These two truly are stronger than I, and the weaker one is nearly as powerful as Malus. What of the third? What was his power like?"
"Weaker than these two, but not by much." said Malus. "It'd be a fairly even fight between any two of them, though the one with the tall hair would have the clear edge against the one I fought."
Malchio nodded as he gazed at the two mortals. "I would say it is a safe bet that Shinkai has fully repelled the invasion." he said at last. "Three Mortals of this level... likely the only ones but still enough to deal with our forces. How they are so powerful while alive, though, I do not know. Maybe... it has something to do with that odd feeling I got from the tall haired one?"
He put his hand back onto Vegeta's head, closed his eyes again, and focused. Once more his hand glowed, brighter and brighter it went, as he felt around through the man's energy looking for the oddity in it that he could feel pulling at him. "What's this? No Spirit Barrier? Well now, this is interesting. Hmmm. I could use this, I think. Yes. I can feel it in him, I can use this. This should prove most... entertaining... indeed." he said, grinning. He then placed his hands over either of Vegeta's temples and the glow shifted to dark purple.
The three Demons shifted uneasily as they watched on in interest. They knew what he was doing, he was using Dark Awakening on the Mortal, a power capable of transforming Mortals into Demons and enslaving them to his will. It would also bring them up to their full potential of power, and as the three of them knew how much power this Mortal had on his own they were wary of how much more Malchio's technique might induce, and whether or not the Grand Mazoku would be able to control him.
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Unknown location
There was nothing but infinite everlasting nothingness to be seen. There was no light or darkness, no sight or sound, nor warmth or coldness. The empty void was neither white nor black, neither red nor blue, nor green or yellow. There was simply no color of any description. There was just infinite nothing. Even he didn't seem to exist, not truly. He had no form, no body. No eyes to see with, no ears to hear with, and he thought that, perhaps, that was why there was nothing to see or hear, because he could neither see nor hear.
But as time slowly trudged onward he deduced that this was wrong. Though he had no mind, he could think, for he was doing so. Though he had no body, he could move, as it seemed he was doing so. Though he had no nerves, he could feel, as he could feel the beat of his heart in his non-existent chest. Thus, even though he had no eyes or ears he could see and he could hear. This place just lacked anything, lacked everything.
He wasn't sure how long this infinite nothing lasted. He drifted through it aimlessly, neither happy or sad, carefree or concerned. He just was. He knew who he was, vaguely. Knew what he was, vaguely. But neither issue concerned him. They were of no real importance. What did it matter who or what he was, so long as he was? But as time rolled onward, a minute or a year he did not know, something began to disturb his existence.
It started faintly, a light brushing against his non-existent body. A feeling something like that of a faint breeze, though neither warm or cold. It was enough to disturb his solitary drifting and wondering, empty, thoughts. Enough to draw him from the haze of half existence, half care, that he had been in, and introduce into him an annoyance. What dared to bother him and his semi-existence? He reached out for it, or felt that he did though he had no body to reach with, but could find nothing at first.
The 'wind' had been momentary, fleeting, and was gone before he'd started his search. Maybe it had never been? Had it just been part of his mind's aimless wanderings? No, it was back again. Stronger, longer lasting, and he reached out again. This time he grasped it. What he held onto it with he did not know, what it was he held he did not know, but he could feel coursing through it many things he did know.
There was anger and hate, pure unbridled rage, and power. There was something regal and imposing, commanding, in it as well. And as he held on to this unknown thing, he found himself again, for it was himself that he had grabbed hold of. His mind cleared, his memories crystallized, his body became real, and the nothingness around him gave way to something. Everything flowed through him in an instant, his entire life re-playing itself before his eyes.
Certain moments stood out in sharp contrast to the rest. His defeat at the hands of Nappa, the loss of his tail against Pong. The fight with Frieza and his inability to do anything. The fact that a child had surpassed his powers, that a low class fighter had grown to be stronger than him, that an even lower class fighter had gone even further beyond him. That he had become a Super Sai-jin before his eyes and defeated Frieza.
Then, even after he'd become a Super Sai-jin himself, still more defeats. The Android 19 stealing his power, forcing them to retreat. Super 13 not budging under his blows, Cell being even stronger than that after just a single transformation. Then the Cell Games and his discovery of just how much power Kakkarotto and his father had gained in a single trip into the Room of Spirit and Time. More than he had in two.
Always, always he had been surpassed by the others. He, the Sai-jin Prince, now the Sai-jin King, playing second string, and worse, to Kakkarotto. But he reached the second level as well, gained in power decently since the Cell Games, and found himself stronger than Gohan. The strongest Sai-jin at last. Or so he'd thought. But no, it was not to be. Kakkarotto had surpassed him once more, and by far more than ever before. Kakkarotto's power just at the first level nearly matched his own at the second.
If they were to fight, he at the second level and Kakkarotto at the first, he would have the edge but it would not be an easy fight. And Kakkarotto's power at the second! It was more than double his own! Kakkarotto had found what he could not, a means to draw out further power from the second form, to enhance it as they had done the first. Something he still had not fully achieved in seven years, despite the fact that Kakkarotto had done so in just a single year!
Somehow, everything revolved around Kakkarotto. Every unjust thing, every wrong ever done to him. Kakkarotto embodied them all. Nappa, Pong, Frieza, 19, Super 13, Cell, even Bulma's death, which he'd shunted from his mind the moment he'd learned of it. Somehow all of it traced to Kakkarotto. Beat him and everything would be resolved, all problems fixed, all failures undone. But what hope was there of that?
"You have the power." whispered a voice. He wasn't sure where it was coming from, he'd never heard it before. It seemed to come from the very air around him as the visions of his life faded away. "You have the power to reclaim your pride and honor."
"What power do I have!" he called out to the voice in anger, hands clenched into fists, entire body shaking. "I, the Sai-jin King who has been surpassed at every turn by the weakest Sai-jin born in known history!"
"Great power sleeps within you, untapped. I can call it forth. Then you can defeat the one who has dishonored you. Defeat him with your own power and prove to everyone that you are the best..."