Gokus Second Son

Frieza's corpse lay crumpled in the plains, blood pooling under his final form, the Ginyu Force faltering, his army breaking apart. The Z Fighters pressed the grunts, Dad and Raditz hammering Ginyu's crew. I stood over Frieza's body, power locked at 700,000, suppressed 'til now. Vegeta slumped nearby, still chained, eyes wide, mind reeling from me—Kakarot's son—killing Frieza like it was nothing. His pride was dust, and I'd grind it deeper.

I walked over, boots crunching dirt, stopping in front of him. "Pathetic," I said, voice cold, staring down. "You're not even worth killing. Leashed like a dog, watching me end your master. Weak."

Vegeta's face twitched, eyes bulging, breath hitching. "What… what did you say?!" His voice cracked, trembling, chains rattling as he strained. "You… Kakarot's runt… calling me pathetic?! Me, the Saiyan Prince?!" His mind snapped, the words cutting deeper than any blade. Rage boiled over, his aura flaring wild, dark and jagged, hair spiking, eyes whitening—a False Super Saiyan state ripping through him. His power shot from 25,000 to 1,250,000 in a heartbeat, the ground quaking under the surge.

I smirked, faint and sharp. "Good. Let's train." He'd just handed me a sparring partner worth something. No Super Saiyan for me yet, but this? This'd push me.

Vegeta roared, chains snapping like thread, lunging at me with a fist blazing dark ki. "You insolent brat! I'll crush you!" His punch slammed my chest, a heavy thud sending me skidding back, ribs creaking. He was fast, stronger than I'd expected, outclassing me at first. Another hit landed, a kick to my side, cracking the air as I stumbled, blood trickling from my lip.

But I felt it—my body adapting, power surging, climbing past its cap. Each blow woke something, a heat building in my gut. I blocked his next swing, fist meeting fist with a boom, and grinned. "Keep going, runt. You're loud for a fake."

He snarled, aura flaring darker, hair wild. "Fake?! I'm Vegeta, elite of the Saiyans! You're nothing, you low-class runt!" He blasted a ki wave, jagged and black, forcing me to dodge, the ground exploding where it hit. "I'll bury you like I should've buried Kakarot!" His fist smashed my jaw, a sharp crack, sending me spinning.

Anger flared, hot and raw, building with every curse. "Runt," he spat again, kicking my ribs, a dull thud rocking me. "Kakarot's trash spawn!" Another hit, a knee to my gut, air rushing out. My blood boiled, vision narrowing, something coiling tight inside. He wouldn't shut up, and I wouldn't break—until it snapped.

A roar tore from my throat, aura erupting, yellow and fierce, green flecks sparking through it. My hair spiked, sharp and gold, power surging wild—true Super Saiyan, not his false shadow. The ground split under me, wind howling, ki blazing with those odd green specks. Was this the Legendary Super Saiyan, like Broly? I didn't know, didn't care. It was mine.

Vegeta froze, eyes wide, voice breaking. "No… NO! Super Saiyan?! You?! A real one?!" He staggered back, despair choking him, aura flickering. "This can't be! Kakarot's whelp—a low-class nobody—surpassing me?! Curse you! Curse you to hell!"

I smirked, wider now, power steady, surging past anything I'd felt. "Told you. Pathetic." His 1,250,000 was nothing now—mine had blown past it, climbing still. I charged, fist slamming his chest, a boom cracking his armor, sending him crashing through rubble.

He rolled, coughing blood, scrambling up. "You little—!" His ki flared, dark and false, blasting a wave at me. I swatted it aside, the green-yellow ki swallowing it, and closed in, knee smashing his gut, folding him over with a grunt. "I'll kill you!" he wheezed, swinging wild, but I caught his arm, twisting it back with a snap, hurling him into the dirt.

"Keep talking," I said, voice low, stepping forward. "Doesn't change a thing." He'd pushed me, and I'd broken through—Super Saiyan, real and raw, green flecks glinting in my aura. Training paid off.

Piccolo paused, a grunt dangling from his fist, staring. "This power? Gotex pulled it off mid-fight?."

Krillin blinked, stunned, mid-blast. "He's glowing! And… green bits? What's that mean?"

Yamcha laughed, shaky, kicking a soldier. "Squirt's a damn monster! Look at Vegeta—he's toast!"

Tien nodded, calm, blasting a grunt. "True Super Saiyan. Vegeta's fake can't match it. Kid's on another level."

Chiaotzu hovered, awed. "Gotex… he's so bright…"

Dad ducked Ginyu's punch, grinning. "Whoa, Gotex! You did it! You're a Super whatever just like that! I want to learn this too!"

Raditz slammed Recoome down, laughing rough. "Kakarot's kid's the real deal! Vegeta's a joke now!"

Vegeta clawed up, aura fading, False Super Saiyan cracking under despair. "No… no! I'm the prince! This can't end like this!" He charged, fist glowing dark, screaming curses. I sidestepped, grabbed his neck, slammed him face-first into the ground, a thud shaking the plains. His ki sputtered, 1,250,000 dropping fast, broken by rage and shame.

"You're done," I said, voice flat, standing over him.