"RRRROOOOOOAAAARRRR!!!"
A giant yellow beam attack was let off from my mouth, the resulting explosion encapsulating a large plateau off in the distance and completely destroying it.
After almost a month, I was finally able to get a handle on my Great Ape transformation. It took a mind boggling amount of transforming, but eventually I was able to transform without going into a berserker rage type state. And dear lord, it was worth it.
The power, strength and speed that comes with the form is immense. You would never expect something as massive as the Great Ape to move as fast as it does. Couple that speed with the power and size, you basically have a walking, sometimes talking, weapon of mass extinction.
Barring Kryptonians and Frost Demons, it's no wonder why Saiyans are considered one of the most overpowered species in fiction.
If this is what a twenty times multiplier feels like, I can't even begin to fathom what the times one-hundred multiplier my Super Saiyan form is going to be like.
I've spent the last few days just going around training in my Great Ape state. While it wasn't that effective to raise my power level, getting used to the massive difference in size and power was a must. I didn't spend all this time trying to gain control only to find that I don't know my own strength.
It was also important to see how long I can maintain the transformation. Gaining control over the form is one thing, but that doesn't mean that I've mastered it.
Not yet anyway.
---
After finishing up my training for the day, I returned to the ship and shut the door behind me. I lay down on the thin, but surprisingly comfortable bedspread and let out a tired sigh.
I can understand now why Goku and the others were almost always either completely drained or just straight up unconscious after transforming. While that Great Ape transformation was a significant boost, at least it is this early on, it was also incredibly draining.
The reason could stem from the fact that I'm still young, that I use the Power Ball to transform because of the lack of moon, or simply because I just lacked experience with it. Either way, it's going to take time.
Time that I don't have, as yesterday I had received a transmission direct from King Vegeta, ordering me to leave the planet and journey back to Planet Vegeta.
While I was a little disappointed at the fact that I couldn't continue training my Great Ape form, I had achieved my original goal of maintaining my sense of reason whilst transformed, so I couldn't complain all that much.
Still, I would've liked to remain here a little longer. Training in a desolate environment is actually quite soothing once a person had gotten over the uncomfortable atmosphere.
After meditating for a few hours, I walk towards the ship's computer and set a course to Planet Vegeta. Letting out a sigh, I wait until I leave the planet's atmosphere before contacting home.
"This is Saiyan Infiltration Team..." I pause for a second, and think back. Now that I think about it, they never assigned me a damn infiltration number. "Black..."
I facepalm at my own lack of creativity. I've never been good at coming up with names and it seems that wretched trait followed me right into this life.
[Team Black? What the hell kind of name is that?] The Saiyan on the other end of the line asks.
"Never mind that. Planet N-937 has been successfully acquired and the residents exterminated. A beacon has also been placed at a place of interest for scientists." I informed him of everything.
[Copy. We'll send a Saiyan Recovery Team. I assume that you're on your way back?] He asked.
"Affirmative." I nod, not that he could see it.
[Alright then, good work... Team Black.] He says in a mocking tone before I cut off the communication.
That shit better not fucking stick...
Rubbing my eyes, I groan and walk back towards the bed. I'm too tired at the moment to be embarrassed.
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The journey back home was unsurprisingly uneventful.
The silence of the vacuum of space was overwhelming. I mostly filled the time with training and meditation, even managing to almost double the weight of the bands I placed on my arms.
Surprisingly, I didn't seem to take notice of the silence when training, only when sleeping and eating. I wonder sometimes if I was so just hyper focused on training that my mind blocked out everything else, or if it was my new Saiyan mind that was responsible.
I find myself wondering about that as well. Were all these things that I'm noticing about myself because I was now a Saiyan or because always like this and just never realized until now?
My lack of wonder during my first time in space, my lack of any real kind of melancholy towards the fact that I just slaughtered an entire race of people...
It was a useless thing to think about, but there's not much else I can do in this situation. I'm literally left with nothing in this ship but me and my thoughts.
I give my cheeks some light pats and let out a long sigh. I get up and use Kekkai to summon my weighted bands. I got about a week and a half left of unrestricted training. I need to stop thinking about irrelevant things that have no consequence and use my time wisely.
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The ships outer hull burns as I reenter the Planet Vegeta's atmosphere. I was only gone for three months, but when I saw the barren rocky landscape after pushing through the clouds, I couldn't help but find myself smiling at the fact that I had returned home.
It was a strange feeling to be sure, but it wasn't at all unwelcome.
I land at the landing pad designated for all Saiyan ship reentries and get out of my seat, ready to disembark.
Once outside, I take in a deep breath and stretch out my arms and legs, letting off a few satisfying cracks. The ship wasn't really all that small, but I couldn't help but feel as though it was restricting me.
"Zyleth!"
I hear a familiar voice call out and see my mother and little brother running towards me with big smiles. My father was walking behind them, shaking his head at their theatrics, but I could see the small, proud smirk that he had on his face.
I follow his lead and shake my head softly, not helping the small smile that had made its way to my face when I caught sight of them.
"Yo." I greeted them with a small wave.
My mother immediately pulled me into a tight hug while Radizt and Bardock stood off to the side. While I was a little surprised at the sudden embrace, I quickly shook it off and hugged her back.
"Welcome back." She whispered in my ear softly.
I see a few bystanders sending me teasing looks, but I wrote them off as soon I saw them. I learned a long time ago to never take a mother's affection for granted.
After a few seconds, she released me from her embrace, giving Raditz the opportunity to run up and start shooting off rapid fire questions.
"What was it like? What did you see? Did you kill them all? Did you get stronger? Did you rip out one of their spines and impaled another one with it?!"
Why was that last one so oddly specific...
I didn't get the chance to answer him though, as someone had cleared their throat in an obvious attempt to grab our attention. Looking over, I saw that Colonel Paragus was standing beside my father.
"Zyleth." He greeted with a nod.
"Colonel Paragus." I greeted back, taking a few steps towards the man. "King Vegeta?"
He nods, motioning for me to follow. "He's waiting in the throne room as we speak."
I let out a sigh and nod my head. I was hoping for at least a couple hours of downtime before I was eventually summoned to castle, but I suppose there's no time like the present.
"Give me a moment."
I walk back to my ship and grab the blasters that I had thrown into it almost two months ago.
"Alright, let's not keep his Majesty waiting."
Paragus raises an eyebrow at the peculiar looking blasters, obviously a bit curious about them, but says nothing about it and turns to lead me to the throne room.
"I'll be back home soon." I say to my family as I give them a small, but reassuring smile.
They nod back at me and watch as I follow Paragus towards the King's castle, although my mother looked as though she was about to wring Paragus by his neck.
"Your mission?" Paragus suddenly asked out of nowhere.
"Hmm?" I let off a confused hum, not understanding his question.
"Did it go well?" He clarified.
I shrugged my shoulders and answered with, "About as well as could be expected."
He didn't say anything else or even acknowledged that he heard what I said, just continuing to walk in this wretched fucking silence. If there's anything at all that I did learn from my time out in the cosmos, is that I fucking hate silence.
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