Callion continued to sit atop the pinnacle of the Mountain Sanctuary – within his personal training ground that the Yardratians provided to the Saiyan, his mind immersed in the tranquil depths of meditation. The energies of Yardrat flowed around him, a soothing symphony that harmonized with his focused thoughts. Unbeknownst to him, the universe had its own plans for the monk on this serene planet. As the majin, Liari, arrived on Yardrat, her presence disrupted the peaceful energies that surrounded Callion. The alien world's tranquillity shattered as if a storm had descended upon it. Callion sensed the familiar energy and presence of the Majin, as if he knew that she – of all people – would come to fight, the thrill of battle, and for her to come back from the dead as he did…



Well, it was only a matter of when, and sadly, she came to him far too quickly before he had the chance to fully become stronger. Though not all was lost, he had been progressing well in the short span of time on Yardrat.



It was then, without warning, the majin materialized in front of him, her energy coalescing into a shocking display of hostility. Before Callion could react – or even react at all due to still being in a meditating state, a sphere of pink energy collided with his face, sending him sprawling backward, his body flying like a ragdoll as it collided to the wall, causing a rumble from the impact. Liari's twisted amusement echoed in his ears as his form was seized and whipped across the rough Yardrattian soil.



In the moments before he was hurled into the air, Callion's consciousness stirred from its meditative state. The cacophony of destruction reached his senses, and his eyes snapped open just in time to see the dark energy wave hurtling towards him. In that moment, something within Callion shifted. His eyes narrowed, and his hands moved with an instinctual grace. The air around him shimmered as he infused his palms with ki, and with a swift motion, he split the oncoming Kamehameha in half.

The dark energy wave divided, creating a path of destruction on either side of Callion, leaving him untouched in the centre. The explosion rocked the skies and the ground, the force of the split wave dispersing the energy across the heavens. Amidst the chaos, Callion's resolve remained unwavering. He hovered in the air, eyes focused on the majin below, his expression unwavering. "You seek chaos where there is tranquillity," Callion's voice resonated, his calm demeanour contrasting sharply with the chaos that Liari had unleashed.



“Liari… I should’ve known you’d return.” Callion spoke softly, his eyes opened as he looked at the Majin whilst he hovered in the air, wiping the dust off his shoulders once the cloud formations dispersed. Callion took the moment to analyse and gaze at Liari for a moment, his eyes checked her from head to toe, on the one hand, looking much different to what she used to last time, and yet on the other hand, she appeared to be somewhat reminiscing to her very first basic form, but taller and more refined, at least in his own vision to what he was looking at.



Callion remained in the air a little longer, allowing the tension and in the area to continue as he slowly descent, his eyes completely focused on the majin. “You certainly look different.” The Saiyan said as his feet landed on the floor, taking a moment to breath in and out, as he slowly walked towards her, his eyes focused. “In a way… I’m actually happy that you came back. Truly, I am. It’ll be nice to talk and fight you.” The Saiyan said as he closed his eyes, as a burst of energy shot forward, and in a mere moments, Callion’s power level and energy spikes from what started out as something being contained and kept to a minimum only began to sky rocket, his hair spiked up in a bright platinum gold, and his eyes a crimson red as he turned in a Mastered Super Saiyan, his eyes looked at the Majin.



“As always, your thirst for destruction clouds your perception, creating ripples of chaos in this serene world. But your power isn't just a tool for devastation. It can be tempered, honed for something greater." Callion spoke, as he moved at a blinding speed and went for a strong uppercut to Liari to the chin, hoping to send her up to the sky as he followed her close behind and travelled in speed. “So consider this both your opportunity to fight and your lesson. Because no matter what, I am going to be there for you no matter what, even if I have to knock some sense into you.”



His voice, calm and measured, resonates through the aftermath of the collision, reaching out to the blue-skinned Majin before him. His eyes, once closed in meditation, now fixate on her with an unwavering gaze, a glimmer of understanding beneath the surface of his serene countenance and even a smile on his face as he entered into a fighting stance, needless to say, Callion has learnt a great deal of how to teach others, and with Liari he knew that to get through to this particular majin was through combat to be stronger, and no matter how tranquil he was, his very nature of his Saiyan instincts were kicking in something fierce and boy…



He really wanted to fight right now.

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As Callion reeled from the unexpected strike to his jaw, Liari's triumphant laughter echoed through the stormy sky. He swiftly regained his composure, eyes narrowing in determination as he faced the relentless Majin. Her boastful declaration only fuelled his resolve. Callion observed Liari's volatile emotions with a stoic demeanour, his expression unwavering even as her screams echoed across the planet. As she revealed the root of her actions, a deep sigh escaped him, and his eyes flickered with a sense of understanding.

"You should've just told me in the first place, long before any of this even happened, especially back then with those two Changelings… You know who I’m talking about…" Callion remarked calmly. He understood the yearning for attention, the longing for a connection that drove her to such extremes. As the realization settled, Callion prepared himself for what was to come.

The battle commenced with a sudden burst of speed from Callion, his fist connecting with precision beneath Liari's jaw. The Majin soared into the sky, her laughter blending with the energy that crackled around her. In the midst of her jubilation, Callion had strategically positioned himself, shadowing her every move.

Liari's punch, seemingly aimed away from Callion, revealed her mastery of spatial manipulation. With a deft portal, she yanked Callion by his hair, bringing him face-to-face with her in a headbutt. The impact resonated, but Callion's response was immediate. As her fist aimed for his stomach, Callion focused his energy, creating a brief barrier that absorbed some of the force.

The Majin's follow-up strike, a sledgehammer blow to the back of Callion's neck, sent him hurtling towards the planet's surface. The force of the blows was staggering, and Callion felt himself hurtling toward the planet below. Time seemed to stretch as he plummeted, the golden aura surrounding him flickering with the impact. In the descent, Callion's body spun gracefully, and he stabilized his position, halting the trajectory. Hovering above the ground, he regarded Liari with a newfound resolve.



The storm raged on, rain pelting down as Callion faced the grinning Majin once more. Despite the pain and disorientation, his eyes burned with determination. Liari's laughter echoed around him, but Callion, now fully focused, assumed a defensive stance. "You want my attention? You've got it," the Saiyan declared, the golden aura of Super Saiyan surrounding him. "But once our fight is over, we’re going to be setting some ground rules from now on, and I don’t want to hear any complaints from you, understand?" Callion warned, while he wanted to try and tame Liari’s lust for battle, he at least wanted to instigate baby steps, slowly reeling her in in order to lay down the law for Liari to engage in fighting, but such discussions can be easily talked about once the battle was over.



For now, he had to slap her around and, honestly, enjoy the fight with glee.

With that, Callion lunged forward, fists clenched, ready to engage in a battle that, perhaps, could steer Liari away from her chaotic path – if only the initial start of beginner’s steps. The clash of energies and ideologies echoed across Yardrat as two powerful beings collided, their destinies intertwining in a dance of combat and understanding. With a burst of speed, Callion shot forward, closing the distance between them in an instant. His fist, wreathed in energy, shot toward Liari with incredible speed, aiming for her midsection.





As the battle raged on, Callion took a different approach, drawing upon his mastery of martial combat techniques. The Saiyans movements became a blur of calculated strikes, each one aimed with precision. He utilized martial combat techniques, weaving between punches and kicks, aiming not just for brute force but for strategic strikes. His strikes aimed not to overpower but to disrupt, to create openings. He focused on precision and strategy, aiming to disrupt Liari's control over her ki. If there is one thing that was currently evident, is the fact that Liari’s state was chaotic, that ideally matched her energy, that matched her unorthodox attacks which left only one clue… If she had died in South City, then she must’ve learnt moves in the afterlife, just as much as he died when he past away by her hands so long ago. “Ah, so I see you’ve gotten stronger, and got yourself some new moves Liari. Impressive. Most impressive. Dare I say, I am rather proud of you.”



Callion smiled genuinely, getting more into the battle at hand as he kept the battle mainly in the air, away from the Yardrats and the Yardratian Temple, daring not to get those innocent souls involved in their fight. He recognized that brute force alone might not be enough against the Majin's raw power. With a focused determination, he shifted tactics. As he engaged in hand-to-hand combat, he started to target specific pressure points on Liari's body, aiming to disrupt her flow of ki.



He weaved subtle nerve strikes into his movements, precise strikes aiming for the vital points that regulated the flow of energy within the Majin's body. His attacks aimed to disrupt her ability to channel ki, to momentarily block or hinder her usage of energy. With each precise strike, he aimed to disrupt her concentration, to throw off her energy control. There was no doubt that Liari was just as fast as she is strong, and there was no denying her incredible durability due to her majin genetics, but Callion retained his battle strategic mindset whilst currently engaging. The battle became a dance of speed and precision, the Saiyan's calculated strikes versus the Majin's chaotic power. Callion persisted, focusing on disrupting her ki flow, aiming for openings to limit her ability to unleash devastating attacks.

The clash continued unabated, a testament to their skill and determination. The storm raged on, lightning illuminating their intense combat, each strike carrying the weight of their conflicting motives and past encounters. As they fought, the fate of their world hung precariously in the balance, the Saiyan went with a frightening speed and moved several pace back to regain some ground whilst the two were in the air, a slither of sweat trinkled down his cheek, Liari was certainly an incredible opponent, he hasn’t worked such a sweat since his fight with Athren and Quash, but if he continues to have Liari’s attention and keep her sole focused on him whenever she wanted to fight, then at least he has bought the people on Earth time to train and get stronger, should the worst case scenario come and he isn’t able to keep Liari entertained.



For now, he has her undivided attention, and that was all that matters.

The sheer intensity of the battle…. Training… spar… thing raged on, amidst the tumultuous clash between Callion and Liari, a momentary lull in their combat presented itself. Callion, despite the chaos around them, took a deliberate step back, his golden aura pulsating with restrained power.

"It's impressive, Liari, to witness your version of the Kamehameha, how you learnt such a skill from not having been a student to Master Roshi, I’ll never know," Callion remarked, acknowledging her display of power amidst their fierce confrontation. "But allow me to show you what a real Kamehameha looks like."

With a focus that seemed to harness the very essence of his Saiyan heritage, Callion planted his feet firmly, energy gathering around him as he initiated the iconic technique. His voice rang out amidst the storm, clear and determined.


"Kaaaaa.... Meeeee.... Haaaa... Meeeee.... HAAAAAAAA!!"

With each syllable, the energy intensified, spiraling around him in a vortex of golden light. His arms extended forward, palms positioned as if to channel the raw power of the cosmos itself.

The energy surged from within him, a concentrated beam of pure force manifesting between his palms. The air crackled with power as the Kamehameha took form, a shimmering blue and gold radiance coalescing into a spiraling, charged wave of energy. The atmosphere quivered with the sheer magnitude of the technique. The raw power hummed in the air, and as Callion unleashed the Kamehameha, it tore through the storm, hurtling toward Liari with an unstoppable force, a testament to his mastery and strength.

The brilliance of the technique illuminated the battlefield, the energy beam tearing through the tempestuous skies. Callion's expression remained focused and resolute as the beam surged forward, aimed directly at the Majin, a display of the true might of a Saiyan warrior's Kamehameha.

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The Saiyan continued engaging in the storm of battle raging around him, mirroring the tempest within the Majin. As their clash continued, he found himself caught in the crossfire of emotions that fueled Liari's every strike. The battlefield echoed with their raw power, a symphony of destruction and defiance. Callion felt the impact of their clash reverberate through every fiber of his being. Liari's rage and anguish collided with his attempts at understanding, creating a tempestuous battleground fueled by raw emotion. Amidst the storm of their conflict, Callion remained focused, seeking a connection beyond the chaos she embraced.

Liari's scornful rejection of his attempt at understanding, her demand for a brutal fight, only deepened the sense of conflict within him. He sought to guide her, to reach a semblance of understanding, yet she seemed determined to rebuff any sentiment of camaraderie or concern. Her frustration rang in his ears, a torrent of accusations and grievances that threatened to drown out reason. As the battle raged on, Callion maintained a calm demeanor, a beacon of stability amidst the chaos. The exchange of blows, the dance of combat—they were all steps in a larger dance, a dance of understanding and control.



When Liari mocked his attempt to set rules, Callion sighed. Her laughter, resonating with a blend of amusement and defiance, swept through the stormy air. The tension between them heightened, each clash of energy a testament to the unresolved conflict that bound them. "You're not a child anymore, Liari," Callion asserted, his voice cutting through the maelstrom. "But you're not beyond guidance either."

Their battle intensified, the ferocity of their attacks matching the raging storm around them. Liari's strategy became more erratic, a mix of instinctive fury and calculated trickery that pushed Callion to adjust his tactics on the fly. He maintained a defensive stance, deflecting her strikes with precision while attempting to keep the confrontation contained within a controlled rhythm. Indeed, a symphony of punches and kicks that reverberated through the planet itself. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and their auras clashed in a brilliant display of power. Callion acknowledged her strength, praised her in a way a mentor might, but it only seemed to agitate her further.

With the battle raging on, a momentary pause allowed Callion to offer a compliment, attempting to appreciate her skills amidst the chaos. Liari's response, a mocking declaration of superiority, only fueled the discord between them. Callion observed her tactics. Liari's unpredictability and agility tested his adaptability. She sought to dominate the fight, to prove her independence, but Callion saw through the facade. Amidst the chaos, he saw a spark of the spirited student he had once known. "You're still seeking attention, just in a different way," Callion remarked, dodging a series of rapid strikes. "But you've got my attention now."

Their clash reached a crescendo as both warriors gathered their energy, unleashing powerful waves that clashed in a brilliant display of opposing forces. The collision of Dodonpa and Kamehameha echoed across the battlefield, each beam vying for dominance in a tumultuous struggle for supremacy.

As Liari redirected her attack, aiming for his back, Callion's instincts kicked in. With a swift pivot and a surge of energy from his tail that he used as a third arm, he shifted to intercept the redirected beam, deflecting it with a focused burst of ki, dissipating its force before it could strike him.



"I see what you're trying to do," Callion said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "But you're not the only one who can adapt." With a calm resolve, Callion prepared for the next exchange, his eyes focused on Liari. The stormy battleground became a canvas for their clash of wills, a dance of power and purpose that transcended the physical realm.

Amidst the chaos and conflict, a singular thought lingered within Callion's mind—a desire to bridge the chasm that separated them, to find a connection that transcended their current predicament. But in the midst of their battle, the storm of emotions and Liari's relentless aggression made it seem an unattainable goal. Yet, within his determined resolve, a glimmer of hope persisted—a hope that amidst their clash, amidst the thunderous tumult, there might be a chance to reach her, to guide her beyond the turmoil that consumed her soul.


In the midst of their fierce exchange, as they danced in a tempest of lightning and thunder, Callion's focus remained unbroken. He observed, analysed, and engaged, every move a calculated attempt to redirect her frenzied onslaught into a controlled engagement. "You're not just entertainment," Callion retorted, his voice unwavering despite the raging storm around them. "You're more than that, Liari."

Their relentless battle continued, each manoeuvre, each strike, resonating with the weight of their conflicting emotions and intentions. Callion shifted his strategy, opting for a more strategic approach in this intense fight.

As Liari continued to attack fiercely, Callion studied her movements, searching for patterns and openings. Despite her erratic style, he sought to find a rhythm within the chaos, aiming for precision rather than brute force. The Saiyan's movements became more calculated, dodging and weaving through Liari's onslaught, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. He aimed to disrupt her tempo, to find a vulnerability amidst her unpredictable assault.

With swift precision, Callion moved, targeting moments when Liari's guard seemed slightly less impenetrable. He launched quick strikes, aiming for strategic pressure points, seeking to momentarily disrupt her flow of energy. Their battle danced on the edge of cataclysm, their energy clashes echoing through the stormy skies. Despite Liari's unpredictability, Callion's focus remained unyielding, his resolve unwavering in the face of her relentless attacks.

With the storm raged around them, the clash between Saiyan and Majin intensified, each fighter pushing themselves to the limits in a struggle that seemed destined to shape the fate of their world.

Callion's movements became a fluid blend of physical and ki-based attacks, a dance of combat aimed at both countering Liari's onslaught and understanding the storm that fueled her. His strikes were precise, seeking weak points, probing for a way to guide her chaotic energy into a more controlled form.

Liari's unconventional style challenged him, but Callion adapted, using his agility and combat expertise to weave through her onslaught. As he countered each of her attacks, he sought not only to defend but to understand the underlying currents of her rage.

Their battle continued, a symphony of clashes that echoed through the storm-laden atmosphere. Callion's eyes never wavered from Liari, his focus unwavering. Amidst the chaos, he sought a way to reach her, to resonate with the desire for battle that burned within her. In one particularly intense moment, as they clashed in a flurry of blows, Callion saw an opportunity. Drawing upon his Saiyan heritage, he unleashed a technique—a manifestation of the primal power that lurked within him. With a shout that cut through the thunder, he unleashed the Oozaru Fist.

"Oozaru... FIIIST!"

His fist surged with the raw, untamed power reminiscent of the mighty Oozaru form. The energy radiated in a concentrated burst as he aimed to send Liari reeling, not to overpower her, but to make her feel the force behind the attack. In the aftermath of the Oozaru Fist, Callion continued to engage, a relentless force with a purpose beyond mere combat. As he dodged, blocked, and countered, he spoke between breaths, his voice carrying a calm but firm tone.

Even as he fought, Callion's mind worked tirelessly, seeking a way to bridge the gap between their conflicting desires. He didn't want to subdue her spirit, merely guide it towards a more balanced path. Amidst the tempestuous clash, he searched for openings, for moments of clarity that might lead to understanding.

Their battle continued, the storm around them echoing the intensity of their conflict. Lightning streaked across the sky, thunder rolled, and the ground trembled beneath their feet. Yet amidst the chaos, Callion remained a beacon of calm, his determination unwavering as he sought to carve a path towards resolution. With each strike and evasion, he aimed to find a way to resonate with Liari, to communicate without words the possibility of control within chaos, the balance between the thrill of battle and the discipline of strength. His attacks weren't meant to overpower her but to create a dialogue through action, a silent plea for understanding amidst the tumultuous clash.

“You know, this reminds me of my training session with little Terra… Though obviously not this intense.” Callion spoke to Liari as he held Liari, managing to get a grapple lock on her legs and spin her around and throwing her away, taking a moment of respite. “You should be proud of her. She’s grown so strong. I’d at least want you to know that Ayu and I are taking good care of her… You know, maybe you should join us, I think she’d love to see you.”

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Callion, despite the relentless onslaught from Liari, retained a sense of composure. Her words, laced with venom and mockery, slid off him like water on a smooth surface. Each strike, each taunt, was absorbed into his stoic demeanor as he sought a way to navigate through the chaos. As the fierce battle unfolded, Callion listened to Liari's distorted imitation of his voice, her accusations tearing through the stormy air. Her anger, palpable and intense, fueled the tempest around them. Amidst the chaos, Callion's focus remained on the task at hand—finding a way to reach Liari beyond the walls of her fury.



The sudden shift in their confrontation caught him off guard. Liari's sneak attack, the Dodonpa, aimed to exploit his momentary vulnerability. Yet, Callion's instincts, honed through years of battle, kicked in. His tail, an extension of his Saiyan prowess, lashed out with swift precision, deflecting the energy blast away. A smirk crept across his face as he maintained his defensive stance. Their exchange intensified, the clash of their energies and physical blows echoing through the battered landscape. Liari's words, meant to wound, were met with a calm resolve. Callion understood the game she was playing, attempting to provoke a reaction. Instead, he chose not to be swayed by her attempts at emotional manipulation.

As the battle continued, each move choreographed in a deadly dance, Callion's mind raced. He sensed an opportunity to make a connection, to break through Liari's hardened exterior. However, her resistance remained steadfast, and their clash intensified.

Liari's revelation about Ayu sparked a momentary flicker of emotion in Callion's eyes…

Ayu… Consider that threshold met.



Callion took a brief pause amidst the relentless onslaught, feeling the echoes of Liari's words resound through my thoughts. As she lashed out, mocking and belittling the Saiyan, her words pierced through the cacophony of battle, stinging like barbed arrows.

"You're an idiot." Her blunt statement cut through the air. "You don't care about her either."

Her words reverberated in his mind, causing a brief, painful pause in the chaotic duel. Callion actually couldn't deny the weight they carried. "You'll leave her like you left me, Ayu, and everyone else."

The truth in her accusations sank deep. He indeed had failed. Failed Liari, failed Ayu, failed everyone who trusted and looked up to him. The pain of those failures welled up within the Saiyan, a heaviness he can’t help but shake off. If anything, he could not help but smile as he lowered his fighting stance whilst they were in mid-air, and even a chuckle escaped his lips.

"You know something… You are right. I have failed you," He replied, his voice clear and loud over the sounds of their cosmic battle. "I failed you. I failed Ayu. I failed Terra. Quash. Everyone."

The truth in Liari's words hit home. The agony of abandoning those who needed him, the regret of failing to protect those Callion cared for, it all rushed back in an overwhelming tide.

"But I won't stop," he said, the Saiyans voice firming. "Even if they hate me, even if I'm a failure in their eyes, I'll continue to protect them as long as I can draw breath. I know I can never undo the mistakes that I have made to you, the only thing I can do is to strive better."

The Saiyan spoke with resolve and fortitude. Indeed, he could not undo the past, nor even erase his mistakes, but Callion could fight for what mattered. Despite the pain, despite the accusations, he’d stand firm in protecting those he loved, even if they despised him for his failures. As the battle raged on, Callion continued to fight with all the strength he had left, every strike laced with determination and the resolve to shield those who needed him, even if they hated him for his shortcomings, and especially if he could never mend the rift between Liari and himself.

With a heavy heart and the weight of his failures lingering in Callion thoughts, the Saiyan pushed forward in the battle against Liari. His burning ki echoed his resolve, determined to put an end to this chaotic clash that seemed to have no foreseeable conclusion.

"COME FOR ME LIARI!"

"LET US PUT AN END TO THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL!"

Callion exclaimed, the words resonating through the storm and clash of energy.

Charging toward Liari, Callion drew from the depths of his ki, gathering every ounce of strength and determination the Saiyan possessed. As he closed in on her, Callion’s intention to bring an end to this tumultuous fight was palpable in the air, it was rare for the Saiyan’s ki to even spike this high before in the midst of battle.



Mainly because, even know he was still holding back.

But at the pivotal moment, something shifted within me. A sudden realization surged through his being, making the Saiyan’s eyes widen in both shock and realization. Instead of moving forward with the attack, he halted abruptly, his hold body sensing and feeling a massive surge of ki but not from himself, the Yardratians, or even Liari herself.



No… This was something so far away, but the Ki energy reading The Saiyan felt… It was MASSIVE.

Within that moment of charged energy, something grander unfolded. It wasn't an attack aimed at Liari; it was something else, something massive and unforeseen. The surge of energy took on a life of its own, coalescing into a colossal projection, one that extended far beyond the bounds of our battle. Just what kind of power was this for Callion to be able to send this level of energy reading from so far away.

As the energy formed, Callion’s mind raced, trying to comprehend what was happening. What had begun as an attempt to bring an end to our battle had transformed into an unforeseen phenomenon, a manifestation far beyond his intention. If Liari was going to attack, or was already proceeding to charge, the Saiyan lifted his left hand up, speaking in a strong, commanding voice:



“TIME OUT!”



Callion shouted, with a voice that had rarely been heard to make even most people jump from the shock of hearing such a voice. The Saiyan continued to look with genuine shock, horror and perhaps even fear, sensing that massive power level, looking up and round, then directly to the right, where the stars were shining… This power reading was coming from another planet.

"What in Kami’s name… Liari… Do you feel that?" Callion muttered in disbelief, his voice barely audible amid the crackling energy around them, as the fighting storm and energy was slowly dying down when their battle came to a complete and abrupt halt. The projection of the Ki reading stood as a colossal monument, a testament to someone’s massive outpouring of ki, reaching out toward the sky and beyond, a monumental construct that seemed to transcend the very limits of this world and beyond.

Caught in a moment of uncertainty and shock, Callion stared at the massive energy formation that was coming from the stars, unsure of its purpose, origin, or what consequences it might bring.

The air crackled with anticipation, the ground beneath us quivered in response, and the sky seemed to darken as the colossal manifestation loomed over us, dominating the landscape with its sheer presence. "Where is that energy reading coming from…?" The words escaped his lips, laden with a mix of fear, confusion, and a deep sense of curiosity for whatever this unforeseen event might entail.

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Callion scanned the far reaches of the universe with his ki, stretching it outwards, probing, seeking the source of the immense power that seemed to reverberate from the depths of space. The Saiyans senses extended beyond the realms he'd traversed before, pushing the limits of his ability to perceive and discern distant energies.

As he delved deeper into the vast expanse, Callion’s focus honed in on a specific location, a planet—Namek. It emanated an incredible power signature that eclipsed any he'd encountered before. The strength of this energy felt daunting, unfamiliar, yet unmistakably potent.

"Namek...?" He murmured to both himself and Liari, the realization striking him with a mix of surprise and intrigue. What or who on Namek could possess such an extraordinary level of power?

His mind raced with possibilities, recalling the tales of this distant world, known for its Dragon Balls and a history steeped in resilience and tragedy. The revelation brought forth a whirlwind of questions, stirring a sense of urgency within him. Callion's brow furrowed as the sensation of an immense power surged through him, seemingly emanating from the distant Planet Namek. The surge of ki pulsating from that direction was so potent, it resonated across the vast expanse of space, reaching Callion's senses despite the cosmic distance that separated them.

He shifted his focus back to the present, the Saiyans eyes still fixed on Liari, who appeared just as shocked by this unexpected discovery. Namek, a place entrenched in legend and lore, now pulsated with an unfathomable strength that rippled across the cosmos.

"Namek... There's an incredible and terrible power emanating from there of all places," Callion spoke aloud, his voice tinged with a mix of amazement and concern. "Something or someone on Namek is emitting that immense ki. It's unprecedented, beyond anything I've sensed." The implications of such an unfathomable power originating from Namek filled him with a sense of urgency. Who wielded this unimaginable strength? Was it an ally, an adversary, or something entirely different?

His gaze shifted back to Liari, his thoughts racing as he grappled with the significance of this revelation. "I don’t know what you want to do next, but whatever we got going on right here and now is over. As far as I am concerned, I am far more worried with whatever that… Thing or person is doing on Namek and if it makes it’s way to Earth-."

Callion’s eyes widened with fear for a moment, sweat protruding down the side of his face. He didn’t consider what would happen if such a being of immense power would make its way to Earth… “Oh good Kami, if that thing makes it way to Earth, then everyone is done for.” The Saiyan said with dread, the threat of such a being of immense power would make Liari’s rampage of the multiple cities and the lives she taken, would be a mere speck of dust compared to the being who just managed to acquire immense power on the far side of the Universe.

As Callion continued to sense the surging power, his sense of duty and responsibility surged within him. If such an unprecedented force existed on Namek, it could pose a threat not only to the planet itself but also to the delicate balance of the universe.

Despite the ongoing battle with Liari, a new sense of purpose surged within Callion. Withdrawing from the battle momentarily, he focused entirely on the overwhelming ki emanating from Namek. Ignoring the chaos around him, he honed his senses, searching for clues, attempting to discern the nature of this newfound power. The significance of this discovery was beyond comprehension. If this immense energy truly existed on Namek, it might not only alter the course of his current conflict but also hold implications for the fate of the entire universe.



Callion's focus on the overwhelming power emanating from Namek was abruptly interrupted by a sudden, vivid transmission from King Kai. The small deity's worried visage appeared in Callion's mind, his voice carrying urgency and concern.

"Callion, I need you to listen carefully," King Kai began, his usually jovial demeanor replaced by a gravity that matched the weight of the situation. Callion looked up, his eyes widened, “King Kai? Whats going on over there?” Callion talked aloud for Liari to hear the Saiyan speaking to the deity as the student and master were connected by telepathy. "A Changeling named Artic has managed to collect all seven Namekian Dragon Balls. He's planning to make a wish to become the most powerful warrior in the universe."

A chill ran down Callion's spine as the implications of King Kai's words sank in. A Changeling seeking such power was undoubtedly a formidable threat, especially given their natural aptitude for combat and ability to increase their strength through transformations.

King Kai continued, his expression growing more solemn. "Not only that, but Artic has obtained the legendary Tree of Might seed. He's planning to plant it on Namek, and if that happens, it could spell disaster for the entire planet. The Tree of Might draws energy from the planet, and with the Dragon Balls' power, it could become an unstoppable force."

Callion's fists clenched involuntarily. The situation had escalated far beyond a personal battle or internal conflict. Now, the fate of Namek and potentially the entire universe hung in the balance. The responsibility weighed heavily on Callion's shoulders.

"You have to stop him, Callion," King Kai urged, his voice stern. "I know you're dealing with your own challenges, but this threat is too great to ignore. Artic must be prevented from making that wish, and the Tree of Might must not take root on Namek. Time is of the essence."

A resolute expression crossed Callion's face. The battle with Liari, as personal and intense as it was, had to be set aside temporarily. There were greater forces at play, threatening not only the innocent lives on Namek but the delicate balance of the universe itself.

"King Kai, I understand. I'll do everything in my power to stop Artic and prevent him from harming the planet earth. I’ll train as hard as I can and make my way to Earth as quickly as I can," Callion declared, determination burning in his eyes. King Kai nodded appreciatively. "Good luck, Callion. The fate of the Earth and possibly more rests on this very moment. I'll be monitoring the situation and offering whatever assistance I can from here."

With those words, the transmission ended, leaving Callion with a renewed sense of purpose. Turning his attention back to the distant Planet Namek, he steeled himself for the challenges ahead. The battle with Liari, as tumultuous as it was, would have to be put on hold. The fate of Namek now depended on the actions of the Super Saiyan warrior, before turning his attention to Liari. His eyes glared at her… The very same glare that he had all those years ago when she was at her basic form.



That very look of pure, unrelenting anger and fury.

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