The sheer power unleashed by Yamoshi's rage left everyone paralyzed with shock. Blood still hung suspended in the air like crimson mist. The metallic scent of death filled every breath. Mortality itself felt suddenly, terrifyingly close.
"What's wrong with this warrior?!" The Dark Magisters hidden beneath their black robes exchanged horrified glances, their voices rising with panic.
Yamoshi had been completely exhausted—finished—yet somehow he was now exhibiting power that surpassed anything they'd witnessed. Before they could process this impossibility, Yamoshi launched himself at another magister with storm-like speed.
"None of you are escaping!" Yamoshi's fist shot forward like a meteor.
BANG!
The impact generated a thunderclap. The Dark Magister's body simply disintegrated—flesh, bone, and dark energy exploding into scattered fragments that rained down on the scorched earth below.
Every witness stood with mouths agape, unable to comprehend what they were seeing. In their eyes, Yamoshi had gone completely berserk—transformed into something other. Even the massive Great Apes weren't certain they could handle this version of Yamoshi. His power made him seem like an entirely different person inhabiting a familiar body.
"I see now." Raditz observed Yamoshi's rage-fueled performance with analytical interest. "When pushed to extremes, he becomes extraordinarily powerful. He's the same type as Gohan." The comparison was apt—only warriors capable of channeling righteous fury into transcendent strength could create genuine miracles.
Yamoshi still hadn't achieved Super Saiyan, but he was approaching that critical breaking point. He needed just one final spark to ignite the transformation.
Raditz made no move to intervene, choosing instead to observe with detached fascination. He wanted to witness the exact moment when Yamoshi created the Super Saiyan legend.
"DEFENSIVE FORMATION!" The lead Dark Magister's voice cracked as he stretched his arms outward, channeling dark magic.
The surviving magisters frantically erected their protective barriers—thin spheres of corrupted light that encased their bodies. Yamoshi pursued relentlessly and slammed his fist into one of the shields.
A prolonged, resonant roar filled the air like the tolling of some massive, otherworldly bell. Layer upon layer of ripples spread outward, the distorted energy waves visible to the naked eye. But the barrier's endurance exceeded even Yamoshi's enhanced attacks. The magisters inside felt only minor tremors before recovering their composure.
"Hahahaha! This is your limit after all!" The lead magister's voice dripped with contempt. "Saiyans who serve us—attack now! Kill all the traitors!"
The mind-controlled Saiyans obeyed instantly, charging toward the remainder of Yamoshi's team. But Raditz materialized in their path, and the assault ground to an immediate halt. The warriors fell into paralyzed stalemate once more.
They simply didn't dare attack. Raditz's power exceeded their comprehension entirely.
"Fools! Why aren't you attacking?!"
"Are you frightened by a single opponent? He's just another Saiyan!" One magister studied Raditz more carefully. "Although... he does feel fundamentally different somehow."
The lead magister's eyes narrowed beneath his hood. "He is unusual. When we first arrived, that entire group of Saiyans stood frozen before him. By all appearances, he's the most powerful individual among them."
"Then what should we do?"
"Hmph. These Saiyans have proven utterly worthless. It seems we have no choice but to unleash the demon!" A cruel smile entered his voice. "This will serve as an excellent field test of our progress controlling it."
At those words, the other magisters' hidden eyes lit up with malicious excitement, though some voiced hesitation. "Wait—we can't fully control—"
"It doesn't matter! Let it rampage for a while!"
The lead magister's eyes blazed crimson beneath his hood—twin flames of malevolent will. The entire darkened sky responded to their magic with ominous rumbling, like some colossal beast covering the heavens had begun to roar.
The Dark Magisters hadn't come alone. They'd brought something with them—something that served as the very source of the planet-engulfing darkness.
Majin Buu's true form!
The massive demon surrounded Planet Sadala entirely, transforming it into an orb of absolute shadow.
The magisters chanted their spell, causing controlled Saiyans to suddenly explode. Their life energy was immediately absorbed by the ravenous demon, which responded with even louder, more terrible sounds.
Screams echoed again and again as warrior after warrior detonated. The indifferent magisters showed no concern whatsoever for their test subjects' lives—they cared only about perfecting their control over the demon.
Yamoshi watched as the Saiyans were systematically exterminated by the magisters. His rage climbed to unprecedented heights. Though he opposed the corrupted Saiyans, his ultimate goal had always been to wake them from this darkness, to restore them to their original selves. The true architects of this bloody massacre were these bastard magisters who'd poisoned his people's hearts!
"ENOUGH!" Yamoshi gritted his teeth so hard they threatened to crack. His entire body convulsed violently, as if every single cell in his body was screaming in shared agony and fury. "I SAID ENOUGH!!!"
BOOM!
A deafening explosion erupted from empty air. Yamoshi's hair shot skyward, transforming from black to brilliant golden yellow. Scorching flames engulfed his entire body, radiating overwhelming pressure that seemed to distort reality itself. The golden aura cut through the oppressive darkness like a divine blade, becoming the only source of light in a world of shadow!
"What... what is this?!" Everyone—friend and enemy alike—stood frozen in shock. They'd never witnessed such a transformation. Weren't Saiyans only capable of becoming Great Apes?
The gorgeous, radiant light and the endless pressure of divine energy made every heart skip a beat. Eyes widened to their limits. Lungs forgot how to draw breath.
"That," Raditz announced suddenly, his voice cutting through the stunned silence, "is a Super Saiyan."
All eyes turned toward him in confusion and wonder.
"The legendary warrior spoken of in ancient Saiyan mythology."
"Why... why have we never heard of this legend?" one warrior stammered.
"Because..." Raditz crossed his arms, watching as Yamoshi's explosive power surge reached its crescendo. A mighty presence gathered in the very atmosphere itself. When he spoke again, his voice carried across the battlefield with absolute certainty:
"THE LEGEND BEGINS NOW!!!"
Yamoshi roared, his entire body blazing like a star gone supernova. He charged the nearest magister, his fist colliding with the protective barrier once more. But this time, Yamoshi's determined eyes flashed with absolute conviction. The contained energy within his strike suddenly detonated—
BOOOOOOM!
The shield shattered like glass struck by a warhammer. A violent storm erupted at the point of impact, forming a massive vortex of golden energy! At the center of that apocalyptic spiral, the Dark Magister's body was torn to shreds—reduced to tattered remnants that scattered on howling winds.
The other magisters—even their leader who'd maintained perfect composure until now—couldn't suppress their panic. When had they ever witnessed power of this magnitude? It exceeded their understanding, transcended imagination itself!
The golden, shining figure stood suspended between earth and sky, radiant as a statue of divine judgment.
"Ya... Yamoshi..." The remaining Saiyans who'd been hunting him moments ago stood slack-jawed, cold sweat pouring down their faces.
One after another, the supposedly indestructible defenses of the Dark Magisters crumbled like tissue paper. Yamoshi destroyed them systematically, each protective barrier exploding in sequence. The magisters' bodies were reduced to blood-soaked fragments in the bombardment. Each explosion rang out like a death knell, the tremors echoing in everyone's ears and souls.
"YOU HAVE ANGERED ME!" Yamoshi's roar shook the heavens themselves. His rage continued rising, his power flowing ever higher.
Even the lead magister abandoned all pretense now, fleeing desperately alongside his surviving colleagues. They scattered in all directions, their dignified composure replaced by primal terror. The darkness blanketing the sky began receding, consolidating from a planetary shroud into a singular, terrible mass.
"The demon! RELEASE THE DEMON!" The magisters pinned their last hope on Majin Buu.
They screamed with desperation, their faces contorted into masks of terror—as if trying to expel their very hearts and lungs through their throats. Behind them, Yamoshi's fierce golden form pursued like divine lightning given murderous purpose.
The hunter had become the hunted, and judgment was at hand.
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