#decided to do something similiar like in GT where we saw Goku's internal struggle

[kxkarot]

The bruised and battered saiyan snarls, pupils dilating at the other rushing towards him, fangs bared in full as blood drips from his mouth. It stains over the exact fangs that had dug into the prince's arm previously. His power swells as the feral scream rips from his throat as the prince makes contact. Lurching forward as blood splatters across the ground from him coughing as the powerful strike slams into his abdomen, in the next second his tattered gi is grabbed onto. It rips in the prince's grasp but gives enough of its use for the Prince to headbutt him. He staggers, mind swimming as the enemies words assault his mind. Something stirs in the other, eyes unfocused as he stares at the other. His gaze growing more dilated, unfocused on the prince as the form ripples, black sparks of ki ripping through the air, emanating from his body as the power runs wild...Even still he stares at the other, gaze near soulless as if searching for something.

The air dances with the turmoil in his soul, two halves fighting for control. The one that grew, the one that rose from everything. Then the side buried within, something Vegeta had connections to all this time. The saiyan instincts that burned so bright that he had been long disconnected from, coming back to the light and overwhelming in blood lust. Even still..his mind wanders. The battle becomes the last thing the man's focused on, even though the enemy could potentially kill him. Eyes slowly close as the air stills. The turbulent energy still rages yet there seems to be a forced calm instilled upon the area.

Fangs grit against one another, claws digging into the palms of his hands, blood dripping from ripped flesh and dribbling amongst the rubble and ruined wasteland around them. It's like wandering in a world where everything is dark, it feels so empty and cold wandering in the domain. Something keeps pulling him deeper and deeper, the raging energy spiking again and growing stronger and stronger the deeper he goes, the deeper he lets it drag him. His bones ache with a deep set pain he hasn't felt in a while, the last time he'd felt like this was...then. The day he had failed as a father, when his son had to face the monstrosity he himself couldn't defeat, how quickly his potential rose and yet even still he failed everyone, even in death he still failed, he thought staying away... He is not hero of justice. Far from it. He could never be the hero people tried to call him, his own stubborn nature and the eagerness to continue for the thrill of battle had nearly damned the world more times than he can count. Even now he worries that the sins haven't finished catching up with him. He's ready to let them drown him, he doesn't know why but the urge to rest is suddenly addictive and after fighting for so long wouldn't it be best to finally sit down and rest? -rot! The world trembles, cracks spreading through the abyss that surrounds him, segments of light peeking through, cerulean in coloration but they illuminate the tar that's sticking to his frame, the substance nearly consuming him. Panic flares through his mind, its smothering him, choking him. Whatever it was- it wasn't what he wanted. It's promise of rest was false, the sense of comfort was lies. Like the same thing he fought against all the time. Darkness. The searing hot aura bolsters, his ki burns at it and he tries to fly up. Bubbles of oxygen ripping from his lips at his surprise as instead of flying he sinks. Deeper and deeper as the darkness digs its claws into hi, whispering tantalizes wishes and promises to him with a voice he doesn't recognize. -arot! Again. The cracks widen up above, the light grows brighter and brighter. He swears there's something there, reaching for him, he recalls a time he'd reached out to someone this way too. Hadn't he? No not just them. Multiple others. Many others. Yet why is this one trying so hard to save him? Why was he so special compared to everyone else? No. No that's not it. He realizes it as he notes something burning in his eyes. The edges of tears. His hand thrusts from the darkness, damn near choking on it as it digs further into his throat, attempting to suffocate his voice. -elp. The sputtered words, gagging as he can feel the cold emptiness worming back into his heart. His ki flaring again, its corrupting-

Eyes snap open, a yell erupts from their owner, throwing himself forward at the other. Even if a punch or blast is aimed, he surges through it with a snarl, claws digging into the armor the other wore and slamming him down into the dirt. He hovers above the other, his other raised in a pulled back fist, mouth open in a yell that doesn't come, as if struggling against his own body. Golden eyes flickering with intense blue behind them. Face twisted in rage yet desperation lingers in the depths of his eyes.

"Looks like that one hurt, what a shame. You done with the warm up?"

Quickly dropping from the air to have the ground beneath him, a much more stable setting and something he wanted to keep close. Easy to use the terrain to his advantage and to barely avoid getting blinded by the outburst of that insane ki, near scalding as the waves caused by its pressure send dust and debris scattering. Wild mane of black hair blown out of his face for a moment before returning to its stubborn unruly placement.

Quick to start dodging what ki blasts he could and others resorting to either blasting them away or blocking them with his arms, which left a nasty sting but nothing he couldn't handle and shrug off. Not when the prince was charging up his most lethal attack, or was that another one? What was it called? The name on the tip of his tongue. Final Flash? Why am I struggling to recall things I should know? What am I doing?

Even still he slowly moves, hands cupped together a bit as his stance widens, the bright red ki skyrocketing around him, small rocks lifting from its sheer aura before it begins to turn from scarlet to an intense golden coloration, deeper than Super Saiyan's. "Kame...hame..." The dreaded words of a signature attack building, except the ki blasts coloration is different, sparks of electricity dancing across the area, the coloration almost blood like. Fangs gritting against one another as his ki bolsters further and further, eyes dilating as he roars with the output of energy being released in a violent explosive beam of it.

"HA!" The scarlet beam of energy smashes into the others, clashing with it as both go back and forth, neither wanting to give yet this one continues to grow and grow and grow. Familiar. This is familiar. This is way too familiar. The brief hesitation costs him, giving up the attack as the galick gun rips through the terrain, a howl of pain heard from the impact and the dust cloud it creates. Eventually the Saiyan stumbles out of the cloud, clutching the side of his face which is burnt, along his shoulder and neck faintly bleeding. Clearly having been nicked and having used some type of ki to provide a small barrier.

Rugged heaving breaths escaping before shaking his head, snarling as it looks up to the prince, eyes flickering between the intense good and normal onyx coloration. It doesn't go on the attack again, waiting...clearly it's too tiring to expend that much energy again. Stop it! Stop it! STOP IT!