Outside in the lush beyond, the four came to a halt. Goten and Melody stood side by side, their white tails flicking in anticipation. The air around them crackled—not with the Ozark's darkness, but raw, untamed Saiyan energy.
Vegeta: *He cracked his neck.* Alright. Let's see if you inherited anything useful.
Melody: Should we go soft or... *Melody started, this time around.*
Goten: *He ended the question.* Full out from the start?
Vegeta: *Vegeta smirked.* Full out. No holding back.
Goku: *He pumped his fist, already powering up.* Hell yeah! Let's go!
Both considered it for a moment to take on their Ultra forms but thought it better to see how this sparring match would unfold. Both became dead serious and absolutely still before gradually powering up. Their eyes snap open simultaneously. The royal purple iris hasn't changed, but the white of their eyes turned pitch black. The platinum hair turned an Obsidian Black so deep it looks like a hole in reality, flickering with a faint, oily purple sheen. And their aura: Instead of a flame, their aura is like black smoke that clings to their skin, heavy and cold. Goku and Vegeta froze—this wasn't Ultra. This wasn't like anything they'd seen before. Their auras weren't fiery or electric—they were void-like, suffocating, like the absence of light given form.
Vegeta: Tch… what is this? *Vegeta muttered, instinctively bracing himself.*
Goku: I don't know about you, but I'm going Ultra. *Goku said powering up to his strongest form.*
Vegeta: *He didn't hesitate—his body erupted into Ultra Ego's signature crimson aura, his smirk sharp.* Try not to lose too fast, Kakarot.
The battlefield trembled as the two titans faced off against Goten and Melody—their darkness clashing with pure Saiyan might.
Goku: Let's see if they can keep up! *Goku shouted—then launched forward at full speed.*
Melody and Goten moved simultaneously—no hesitation, no wasted motion. Their blackened forms blurred as they intercepted Goku's strike, their counterattack a crushing double-fist slam to his gut.
Vegeta: *He blinked.* Damn. They're fast.
Goku spat bloody saliva to the ground. Goten and Melody didn't gloat—they just shifted, repositioning like predators circling prey.
Vegeta: *The Prince grinned, his Ego form flaring hotter.* Alright. My turn.
He vanished in a crimson streak—aiming straight for Melody with a brutal elbow strike. But she deflected it with some quick ghostly footwork, and countered with an attack of her own, bring her knee down onto his back and watched him spiral into the ground.
Vegeta: *He cratered into the earth, dust exploding outward. He coughed—but his smirk never faded.* Ha! Not bad, Girl!
Goten, meanwhile, locked eyes with Goku—then blitzed him with a flurry of punches so fast they looked like a single black blur.