Gokus Second Son

The air snapped as I charged, hair a wild storm, boots grinding East City's shattered pavement. Vegeta stood there, smirking, his scouter beeping—80, the lie I'd worn like armor. Eighteen thousand pulsed in his veins; twenty thousand roared in mine. Closest I'd get to a real fight. His aura flared, purple and jagged, a wall of power that dared me to break it. I smirked back, faint and sharp. Let's crack that pride.

He flicked his scouter, numbers flashing, then froze as it screeched, digits spiking—10,000, 15,000, 20,000—before the lens cracked, sparks popping as it shattered in a puff of smoke. Vegeta ripped it off, eyes bulging, his smirk twisting into a snarl. "What the—?! Twenty thousand?! A kid?! Kakarot's low-class spawn?!" He flung the broken scouter into the dirt, stomping it flat. "I'm a super-elite, the Saiyan Prince! How's this runt matching me?!"

I slid into a stance, hair whipping wild. "Guess elites aren't what they used to be."

His face flushed, veins bulging as he roared, charging with a fist cocked back. "Insolent brat! I'll grind you into paste!" His punch lashed out, fast as a whip, but I ducked, feeling the air crack above my head. My elbow slammed into his gut—thud!—armor denting as he grunted, spit flying. He swung again, a wild haymaker, and I caught his wrist, twisting it back—crack!—before driving a knee into his ribs—boom!—sending him skidding across the crater.

Vegeta caught himself, boots gouging pavement, and spat blood, glaring. "You little—how dare you?! I've crushed planets! You're nothing—a low-class worm's son!" His aura flared hotter, fists blazing as he lunged, a flurry of punches raining down. I weaved through them, blocking a jab with my forearm—thwack!—then smashed a fist into his jaw—crunch!—teeth rattling as he staggered.

"You talk too much," I said, voice cold, stepping forward. "All that pride, and you're bleeding already."

He wiped his mouth, smirking through the red. "Bleeding? This is a warmup, you arrogant puke! I'll rip that smug look off your face!" He blasted forward, ki surging, and slammed a double-handed smash down. I crossed my arms—boom!—the shockwave cracking the ground, dust exploding around us. My boots slid back an inch, but I held, then shot up, planting a heel in his chest—thwack!—knocking him skyward.

Goku blinked, scratching his head from the sidelines. "Geez, Gotex! You're givin' him a run for it! That's my boy!"

Piccolo smirked, cape snapping. "Kid's got fire. Vegeta's losing his mind already."

Krillin gulped, fists clenched. "Uh, yeah, but that guy's nuts! He's not gonna take this lying down!"

Yamcha grinned, leaning on rubble. "Go, squirt! Show this prince the Yamcha-man's got nothin' on you!"

"Which ain't saying much," Tien quipped, three eyes locked on the fight. "He's tough, though."

Vegeta flipped mid-air, landing hard, his armor scratched and smoking. His eyes burned, wild, unhinged. "A child?! A CHILD?! I'm the Saiyan elite, and you're—you're competing with me?! How is this possible?!" He roared, aura exploding, and charged again, fists glowing purple. I met him head-on, our punches clashing—boom!—shockwaves ripping through the air, shattering windows blocks away.

I ducked a wild swing, slamming a fist into his side—crack!—ribs creaking under my knuckles. He snarled, grabbing my arm and hurling me toward a building. I twisted, kicking off the wall—boom!—concrete caving as I rocketed back, driving a shoulder into his chest—thud!—sending him crashing through a car, metal crumpling like foil.

"Impossible!" he screamed, clawing up, hair matted with sweat. "I'm Vegeta! You're a low-class nobody's brat! This can't be happening!" He blasted a ki wave, purple and searing. I rolled aside, the beam gouging a trench in the street, and sprang up, smashing an uppercut into his chin—crack!—his head snapping back, blood arcing.

"Keep yelling," I said, dry. "Doesn't change the score. You're losing."

His face twisted, a mix of rage and madness, and he roared, aura flaring jagged and wild. "Losing?! To a kid?! I'll bury you!" He swung, fist blazing, but I sidestepped, catching his arm and flipping him over my shoulder—boom!—slamming him into the dirt, cracks spiderwebbing out. I stomped down, aiming for his chest, but he rolled, my boot shattering pavement instead—crunch!—dust billowing.

Vegeta sprang up, panting, his smirk gone, replaced by a snarl. "You think you've got me?! I've killed stronger men before breakfast!" He fired a barrage of ki blasts, rapid and sharp. I darted through them, deflecting one—bam!—then another, closing the gap. My fist lashed out, smashing his nose—crunch!—blood spraying as he staggered, clutching his face.

"Stronger men?" I said, voice flat. "Guess they didn't hit back. Your pride's cracking, prince."

He screamed, aura surging, and tackled me, driving us both into a wall—boom!—bricks exploding around us. His fists pounded my ribs—thud, thud!—pain flaring, but I grinned through it, grabbing his collar and headbutting him—crack!—forehead to forehead, his eyes watering as he reeled. I spun, kicking his knee—snap!—buckling him, then smashed an elbow into his temple—thwack!—dropping him to his knees.

Raditz laughed, rough and low, from the sidelines. "Look at him! The mighty Vegeta, groveling to my nephew! Pathetic!"

Vegeta glared up, blood streaking his face, trembling with fury. "Shut up, traitor! This isn't over! I'll—I'll crush this whelp!" He staggered up, aura flickering, and swung a glowing fist. I blocked it—bam!—arm stinging, then countered, driving a knee into his stomach—thud!—doubling him over, spit flying.

"Crush me?" I said, stepping back, hair shadowing my eyes. "You're on your knees. Saiyan pride's a joke."

His eyes snapped wide, unhinged, and he roared, ki exploding in a purple storm. "A JOKE?! I'll show you power, you insolent cur!" He blasted upward, fists raining down—bam, bam, bam!—each hit shaking the air. I blocked, weaving through, then caught his wrist, twisting it—crack!—and slammed a fist into his chest—boom!—armor shattering, sending him crashing into the crater's edge, dirt erupting.

Goku clapped, grinning. "Whoa, Gotex! You're makin' him mad! Keep it up!"

Piccolo snorted. "Mad? He's cracking. Kid's breaking him piece by piece."

Krillin winced, ducking a stray ki spark. "Yeah, but he's still scary! Don't let up, Gotex!"

Vegeta clawed up, coughing blood, his armor in shards. "Breaking me?! I'm Vegeta! I don't lose to—to children!" His voice cracked, wild, and he charged, aura blazing. I met him, our fists colliding—boom!—a shockwave flattening nearby rubble. He swung low, I jumped, kicking his shoulder—thwack!—spinning him, then landed, smashing a heel into his back—crunch!—planting him face-first in the dirt.

"Too much talking," I said, cool, looming over him. "Not enough fighting. Where's that elite strength now?"

He roared, rolling up, aura flaring desperate and ragged. "Strength?! I'll burn this planet to cinders!" He thrust a hand skyward, energy swirling into a glowing orb—white, pulsing, crackling with power. "The moon's gone, but I'll make my own! You'll see real Saiyan might!" The orb shot up, bursting into a blinding artificial moon, hanging heavy in the sky.

"Gohan!" I barked, not turning. "Cover your eyes! Now!"

Gohan yelped, slapping hands over his face. "Got it, Gotex! I'm good!"

Vegeta laughed, manic, his tail thrashing as his aura spiked. "Too late, brat! I'll rip you apart as an Oozaru!" His eyes locked on the fake moon, body trembling—then nothing. He blinked, snarling. "What the—?! My tail—Kakarot's scar—he cut his off too?!" He spun, glaring at Goku. "You tailless freak! You've ruined everything!"

Goku scratched his head, grinning. "Oh, yeah, the tail! Got rid of it ages ago—kept trippin' over it!"

I smirked, faint. "No monkey trick, huh? Just you and me, Vegeta. Still losing."

He screamed, aura exploding, and charged, fists glowing purple. I ducked a wild swing, slamming a fist into his gut—thud!—armor shards flying as he gagged. He swung back, I blocked—bam!—then smashed an uppercut into his chin—crack!—blood arcing as he stumbled. He blasted a ki wave, desperate, and I rolled aside, the beam carving a scar in the earth. I sprang up, driving a knee into his chest—boom!—caving what was left of his armor, sending him skidding through rubble.

Vegeta staggered up, panting, hair a mess, blood dripping. "I—I can't lose! Not to you! A kid! A low-class mongrel's son!" His voice broke, raw, and he lunged, fist blazing. I caught it—thwack!—twisting his arm back—snap!—and slammed him down—boom!—crater deepening, dust choking the air.

"Low-class?" I said, voice like ice, standing over him. "I'm beating you senseless. Your pride's dust, Vegeta."

He roared, ki flaring weak and wild, and swung from the ground. I stepped back, letting it miss, then stomped his chest—crunch!—pinning him, his breath wheezing out. "Stay down," I said, hair flaring in the wind. "You're done."

Vegeta glared up, trembling, eyes manic. "Done?! I'm Vegeta! I'll—I'll—" His aura flickered, fading, and he slumped, coughing blood, pride shattered in the dirt.

Raditz laughed again, sharp. "Look at him—crawling! The prince, beaten by my nephew! Hilarious!"

Goku clapped, grinning. "Whoa, Gotex! You're makin' him mad! Keep goin'!"

Piccolo snorted. "Mad? He's unraveling. Kid's snapping him in half."

Krillin winced, ducking a stray spark. "Yeah, but he's still dangerous! Don't ease up, Gotex!"

Vegeta clawed up, coughing blood, armor in tatters. "Snapping me?! I'm Vegeta! I don't lose to—to children!" His voice cracked, wild, and he charged, aura blazing. I met him, our fists colliding—boom!—a shockwave flattening rubble. He swung low, I jumped, kicking his shoulder—thwack!—spinning him, then landed, smashing a heel into his back—crunch!—planting him face-first in the dirt.

"Too much noise," I said, cool, looming over him. "Not enough fight. Where's that elite edge now?"

He roared, rolling up, aura flaring desperate and ragged. "Edge?! I'll burn this rock to ash!" He thrust a hand skyward, energy swirling into a glowing orb—white, pulsing, crackling. "Earth's moon's gone, but I'll forge my own! You'll face true Saiyan might!" The orb shot up, bursting into a blinding artificial moon, heavy in the sky.

"Gohan!" I barked, sharp. "Cover your eyes! Now!"

Gohan yelped, hands slapping over his face. "Got it, Gotex! I'm okay!"

Vegeta laughed, manic, his tail thrashing as his aura spiked. "Behold, brat! The Oozaru! I'll tear you apart!" His eyes locked on the fake moon, body trembling, then swelling—muscles bulging, armor straining, hair sprouting coarse and black. His jaw stretched, fangs gleaming, and he towered up, a Great Ape roaring at the sky, shaking the city with each step.

I smirked, faint, feeling my own power surge—20,000 climbing, itching under my skin. "Good. A real challenge."

Vegeta's ape eyes glared down, red and wild, his voice a guttural boom. "Challenge?! I'll crush you, you low-class speck!" He swung a massive fist, air howling. I dodged, the ground exploding where it hit—boom!—debris raining. My hair flared wilder, strength pulsing hotter—21,000, maybe more. I cracked my knuckles, grinning faint. Round two.

He roared, charging, claws raking the air. I ducked, slamming a fist into his gut—thud!—his fur rippling as he grunted. He swiped back, I rolled, springing up to smash a heel into his jaw—crack!—head snapping aside, drool flying. His tail lashed, I jumped it, landing on his arm and running up, driving an elbow into his skull—thwack!—rocking him.

"You're slow," I said, voice steady, dropping back. "Big target. Easy hit."

He bellowed, aura flaring, and blasted a ki beam from his maw—raw, searing. I sidestepped, the beam carving a trench, and charged, leaping to smash a fist into his eye—crunch!—red bursting as he howled, clawing at me. I flipped off, landing light, power humming—29,000 now, climbing with each clash.

Raditz smirked, arms crossed. "He's a beast, but you're dancing circles 'round him, kid."

Piccolo nodded, eyes glinting. "He's losing control. Keep pushing."

Krillin cheered, fists up. "Yeah, Gotex! Pound that monkey! He's toast!"

Yamcha grinned, flexing. "Squirt's a machine! Even the Yamcha-man's takin' notes!"

"Bad ones," Tien muttered, smirking. "But he's got this."

Vegeta roared, stomping forward, fists swinging wild. I weaved, slamming a knee into his ribs—boom!—fur scorching as he staggered. He swiped, I ducked, then sprang up, smashing an uppercut into his jaw—crack!—teeth cracking, blood spraying. His aura flickered, rage fueling him, but I felt it—my edge sharpening, strength surging. This was what I wanted.Goku clapped, grinning. "Whoa, Gotex! You're makin' him mad! Keep goin'!"

Piccolo snorted. "Mad? He's unraveling. Kid's snapping him in half."

Krillin winced, ducking a stray spark. "Yeah, but he's still dangerous! Don't ease up, Gotex!"

Vegeta clawed up, coughing blood, armor in tatters. "Snapping me?! I'm Vegeta! I don't lose to—to children!" His voice cracked, wild, and he charged, aura blazing. I met him, our fists colliding—boom!—a shockwave flattening rubble.

He swung low, I jumped, kicking his shoulder—thwack!—spinning him, then landed, smashing a heel into his back—crunch!—planting him face-first in the dirt.

"Too much noise," I said, cool, looming over him. "Not enough fight. Where's that elite edge now?"

He roared, rolling up, aura flaring desperate and ragged. "Edge?! I'll burn this rock to ash!" He thrust a hand skyward, energy swirling into a glowing orb—white, pulsing, crackling. "Earth's moon's gone, but I'll forge my own! You'll face true Saiyan might!" The orb shot up, bursting into a blinding artificial moon, heavy in the sky.

"Gohan!" I barked, sharp. "Cover your eyes! Now!"

Gohan yelped, hands slapping over his face. "Got it, Gotex! I'm okay!"

Vegeta laughed, manic, his tail thrashing as his aura spiked. "Behold, brat! The Oozaru! I'll tear you apart!" His eyes locked on the fake moon, body trembling, then swelling—muscles bulging, armor straining, hair sprouting coarse and black. His jaw stretched, fangs gleaming, and he towered up, a Great Ape roaring at the sky, shaking the city with each step.

I smirked, faint, feeling my own power surge—40000 climbing, itching under my skin. "Good. A real challenge."

Vegeta's ape eyes glared down, red and wild, his voice a guttural boom. "Challenge?! I'll crush you, you low-class speck!" He swung a massive fist, air howling. I dodged, the ground exploding where it hit—boom!—debris raining. My hair flared wilder, strength pulsing hotter—50,000, maybe more. I cracked my knuckles, grinning faint. Round two.

He roared, charging, claws raking the air. I ducked, slamming a fist into his gut—thud!—his fur rippling as he grunted. He swiped back, I rolled, springing up to smash a heel into his jaw—crack!—head snapping aside, drool flying. His tail lashed, I jumped it, landing on his arm and running up, driving an elbow into his skull—thwack!—rocking him.

"You're slow," I said, voice steady, dropping back. "Big target. Easy hit."

He bellowed, aura flaring, and blasted a ki beam from his maw—raw, searing. I sidestepped, the beam carving a trench, and charged, leaping to smash a fist into his eye—crunch!—red bursting as he howled, clawing at me. I flipped off, landing light, power humming—60,000 now, climbing with each clash.

Raditz smirked, arms crossed. "He's a beast, but you're dancing circles 'round him, kid."

Piccolo nodded, eyes glinting. "He's losing control. Keep pushing."

Krillin cheered, fists up. "Yeah, Gotex! Pound that monkey! He's toast!"

Yamcha grinned, flexing. "Squirt's a machine! Even the Yamcha-man's takin' notes!"

"Bad ones," Tien muttered, smirking. "But he's got this."

Vegeta roared, stomping forward, fists swinging wild. I weaved, slamming a knee into his ribs—boom!—fur scorching as he staggered. He swiped, I ducked, then sprang up, smashing an uppercut into his jaw—crack!—teeth cracking, blood spraying. His aura flickered, rage fueling him, but I felt it—my edge sharpening, strength surging. This was what I wanted.