Callion stood atop a rocky outcrop on the outskirts of the Gizzard Wastelands, his long, lion mane raven hair ruffled by the wind as he scanned the horizon. His intense training regimen had brought him to this remote, blistering hot corner of the planet, seeking solace and strength amidst the void left by the devastation of Namek and Vegeta. His senses, sharpened through endless battles and meditation, tingled with an unfamiliar energy.

In the distance, a figure emerged, silhouetted against the reddening sky. As she drew nearer due to Callion deciding to fly in the air, Callion's eyes widened in astonishment. A female pure-blooded Saiyan, a sight he hadn't encountered in what felt like an eternity. Her aura was unmistakable, a blend of strength and grace that resonated with his own warrior spirit. Callion descended gracefully from the sky, the rocky expanse of the Gizzard Wasteland greeting his arrival. With a gentle touch, his boots landed upon the rugged terrain, blending seamlessly into the desolate landscape. Observing from a distance, he couldn't help but notice the female Saiyan, her presence marked by an aura seething with anger and frustration.

"Looks like you're having a bad time as well, huh kinswoman?" His voice, tinged with empathy, reached out to her, resonating with a quiet understanding of the struggles she bore.

Seated atop a massive boulder, his arms folded across his chest, he continued, "You look strong woman, a true Saiyan woman through and through the likes of what I havn’t seen in a very long time. Rather comforting that is."

There was a silence, a moment where the winds whispered through the jagged formations, carrying the echo of his words. His eyes, filled with a sense of shared ancestry, watched her, waiting for her response, hoping to bridge the chasm of isolation that seemed to engulf them both. In the turbulence of their universe, marred by the annihilation of their homes, he sought connection. His heart, burdened by the echoes of lost civilizations and fractured destinies, yearned for the solidarity that only one of their own kind could provide.

"Alright. I’ve made up my mind. I want to fight you now," he continued, his gaze unwavering, clicking his neck from side to side as he jumped down from the boulder, immediately wanting to fight this fellow Saiyan just to blow off some steam. "I could use blowing off some steam today. So, lets go, right now. Fight me with all you have, and don’t you dare hold back woman."

There was an unspoken invitation in his words, a plea for thrill and battle, his eyes gleamed for a fight, embracing more and more of his Saiyan nature infront of this woman, and by Kami one way or another he was going to test her just to see what she is capable of. Callion had no patience for his usual routine, and he was out for battle only to get stronger and even more powerful than he currently is right now, and by god, for once, he was going to have his way this time.

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Callion watched as Salada's expression turned sour, her demeanour shifting into a mix of anger and disgust as he extended his offer of understanding and camaraderie. The Saiyan's serene expression barely flickered a he had hoped for a moment of connection, a bridge between their shared heritage, but her reaction was a stark reminder of the walls erected around her. His resolve remained unshaken as she launched into an assault, her strikes swift and precise. The impact of her punch against his forehead sent a resonating shock through his body, followed by a sharp hit to his stomach. With each blow, he absorbed the force, his body tensing against the strikes that would have rendered a lesser warrior incapacitated.

The tension thickened as her resentment emanated like a tempest, and then, as if affirming her disdain for pleasantries, she lunged at him without hesitation. Her strikes were swift, her movements honed by the ferocity of a warrior unchained. As Salada aimed a third strike at his neck, Callion, repressing his power to a fraction of its capacity, allowed himself to be driven to the ground. The impact sent tremors through the rocky landscape, the ground cracking beneath them.

In that moment, a flicker of impressed surprise crossed Callion's eyes. Her ferocity was undeniable, her blows carrying the raw power of a Saiyan warrior honed in battle. With a swift and almost poetic descent, Salada closed the distance between them, her fist aimed squarely at his forehead. Callion, seemingly calm, allowed the punch to connect, the force rippling through his body. Before he could react, her knee found its mark in his stomach, and a third strike crashed down on the back of his neck, sending him to the rocky ground.

For a moment, Callion remained there, seemingly unaffected. But beneath the surface, he marvelled at Salada's raw power and precision. Suppressing his own strength, he chose to gauge her abilities before revealing the extent of his own. As he started to rise, Salada moved with a speed and ferocity that surprised him. Her leg shot out like a whip, but before it could connect, Callion's tail, long and sinuous like a serpent, snaked around her leg. With a swift motion, he coiled it tightly, lifting her off the ground and slamming her back down with a resounding thud.

"Impressive," he acknowledged, finally revealing a glint of the Saiyan warrior within. As Salada rose, Callion unleashed a burst of energy, a focused Ki blast aimed squarely at her. The shockwave of the blast reverberated through the wasteland, the power dynamic between them shifting as they embarked on this unexpected battle. Callion's smirk crept across his face as he fully rose from the ground, clicking his neck from side to side. The exchange of blows had only fuelled his intrigue, and a spark of amusement danced in his eyes.

"Well done," he complimented, his voice carrying a mixture of respect and curiosity. "You're certainly strong. Either you've been training diligently, or you've found others stronger than you to test your mettle against." As he spoke, he circled Salada, his gaze never leaving her. The battle had become a dance of raw power and skill, and Callion was eager to unravel the mystery of the Saiyan before him.

"I wonder," he continued, a sly grin playing on his lips, "who has been helping you hone that strength? Or perhaps, who has been giving you a run for your money?" The wasteland echoed with the tension of their confrontation, and Callion remained ready, his senses attuned to every nuance of Salada's movements. The battle had become a dance, and the rhythm of their clashes was yet to find its resolution.

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"Ten blows," Callion echoed, his voice carrying a calm determination despite the chaos surrounding them. He observed Salada, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he prepared himself for the challenge. "If you can land ten blows on me, I'll tell you who I am and more," Callion declared, his voice calm yet carrying a hint of challenge.

Without waiting for a response, he shifted into a defensive stance, ready to showcase his signature fighting style. Callion moved with a fluidity that defied the chaotic nature of their surroundings. His movements were precise, a dance of martial prowess designed to exploit openings and disrupt his opponent's rhythm. It is with this agility and precision that aided the befitted seasoned warrior, Callion engaged in a dance of combat, his movements a fusion of grace and calculated strikes. His fighting style, honed through years of discipline and training, allowed him to close the distance between them swiftly. He darted around Salada, each movement a calculated step in his plan.

Swiftly, he executed a series of strikes, aiming to test her reflexes, her defence, and her resilience. His blows were measured, a blend of speed and accuracy meant to challenge her without overwhelming her entirely. A few landed, his movements a blur as he maneuverer around her. Despite the controlled nature of their exchange, Callion's strikes carried the weight of his Saiyan strength. A calculated jab here, a sweeping kick there – a showcase of the finesse and power he possessed. In the midst of the exchange, he aimed to gauge her adaptability and endurance.

With a calculated strike, Callion sent Salada hurtling towards a solid rock foundation, aiming to gauge her ability to recover and continue the fight. His intention wasn't to harm her severely but to test her resolve, to see if she could rise from the challenge he presented. As she landed, the dust settling around her, Callion observed with a sense of curiosity and respect. He awaited her response, eager to see if she would rise to the challenge and continue their exchange.

Callion stood steadfast, his arms folded across his chest as he watched Salada amidst the debris, waiting for her to rise. His demeanour remained calm and composed, a tranquil presence amidst the chaos of their battle. The wasteland echoed with the aftermath of their clash, the remnants of their power resonating through the rocky terrain. Amidst the scattered rubble and rock debris, Salada's resilience was put to the test.

He observed her, unwavering in his demeanour, his gaze fixed on her figure amidst the shattered foundation. Callion had dealt a substantial blow, yet he awaited her next move with a sense of respect for her endurance and tenacity. The moments passed, and Salada slowly emerged from the wreckage, her determination evident as she rose from the debris. Callion remained silent, his eyes locked on her, curious to see how she would respond after enduring such a forceful strike.

"Get up, woman," Callion called out calmly yet firmly, his voice cutting through the remnants of the debris. His voice cut through the silence of the wasteland, reaching Salada as she stirred amidst the rubble. His tone, calm and resolute, held a hint of assertion. "Just because I've spent time on Earth doesn't make me any less tough." His words carried a subtle challenge, a reminder that his experience on this planet hadn't dulled his Saiyan spirit or his prowess in combat. The invitation to continue the sparring match lingered in the air, an unspoken determination to test each other's limits. With his arms still folded, Callion awaited Salada's response, his stance poised and his gaze steady, prepared for the continuation of their intense exchange.

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Callion observed Salada's frustration and defiance, his calm exterior contrasting with her seething anger. He continued his onslaught, precise and powerful blows connecting with the Saiyan warrior. The sound of their clash echoed through the desolate landscape, the very ground bearing witness to the intensity of their battle. He witnessed firsthand Salada unleashing her furious assault, Callion faced the barrage head-on. The intensity of her attacks reverberated through the wasteland, each strike a testament to her relentless determination. He took the brunt of her energy beams and onslaught of strikes, her fury unleashed upon him.

As Salada adjusted her tactics, slipping around his attacks rather than trying to oppose them head-on, Callion maintained his calculated assault. Her resilience impressed him, her determination evident in her refusal to stay down despite the overwhelming force he exerted. Despite the onslaught, Callion maintained his calm demeanour, enduring blow after blow as Salada pressed forward with unyielding ferocity. Her words echoed around him, the frustration and anger palpable in her voice. Callion focused, feeling the energy coursing within him. It wasn't about counting blows anymore; it was about understanding the depth of her spirit, her unyielding will to prove her worth as a Saiyan warrior. With a surge of power, his energy flared, surrounding him in an ethereal aura.

Callion, though silent, acknowledged her resolve. However, he was not just here to mock or toy with her. He sought to understand her strength, to test the mettle of another Saiyan who traversed the same chaotic path as he did. Salada unleashed a barrage of energy attacks, creating a chaotic dance of crimson waves that circled around Callion. The sheer force and speed of her assault kept him on the defensive, evading as best he could. The energy-sphere descended upon him, and he braced himself, absorbing the impact.

“Hmm… I think that was ten blows… I think? Alright then, lets give her that winner’s prize.”


Just as Salada dashed at him from below, aiming a powerful kick at his lower stomach, Callion's aura erupted with an intense golden glow. In an instant, the air around him crackled with energy as he transformed into a Super Saiyan before her eyes. The sheer explosive force radiating from his transformed state blew her away, sending shockwaves through the wasteland. As the transformation took hold, Callion's aura exploded into a radiant blaze, engulfing him in a whirlwind of energy. The once calm and collected Saiyan now radiated an intense power, his very presence resonating with an otherworldly aura.

In his Super Saiyan form, Callion's hair transformed into a lustrous platinum-golden blonde, cascading around him in a dazzling display. Each strand seemed to carry its own ethereal glow, reflecting the raw might pulsating through him. His eyes, now a striking crimson red, blazed with an unfathomable intensity, radiating a fiery determination that cut through the wasteland's desolation.

The golden aura surrounding him crackled with an otherworldly energy, swirling and dancing around his form in a mesmerizing display. His muscles, accentuated by the transformation, exuded an unparalleled strength and power. Callion stood, a vision of Super Saiyan might, his aura pulsating with an immense, barely-contained energy. The transformation had elevated him to a new level of strength, the sheer intensity of his presence commanding respect and awe. With the transformation complete, Callion awaited Salada's reaction, his gaze fixed upon her amidst the chaos of their battle.



“You have earnt your information. I am Callion… The Super Saiyan of Legend.”

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Callion observed Salada's reaction with a mixture of empathy and understanding. He could sense the conflict within her, the shattered certainties and the weight of the revelations that threatened to redefine her very identity. As she struggled to comprehend the existence of another legendary Super Saiyan, he walked over to her, his Super Saiyan form maintained effortlessly.

With a calm demeanor, Callion approached Salada, his golden aura now subdued but retaining its majestic presence. He knelt down beside her, extending a hand in an offer to help her up. "Alright... How about we take a small break?" Callion offered, extending a hand to help her up. His voice was calm and soothing, a stark contrast to the intensity of their earlier clash. "Let's just say a lot has happened on Earth and across the Galaxy... Even now, I am preparing for a monstrous force that is making his way to this very planet, a force that even overpowers myself and a hybrid by the name of Athren."

Callion gestured toward nearby large rocks, his ki energy effortlessly lifting them into suitable seats. He settled onto one, leaving another for Salada, offering her a chance to collect herself. He gestured toward the floating rocks, creating makeshift chairs for both of them. "But let's focus on this right now. Why don't you start in telling me the Super Saiyan Legend of our people in its entirety?"

Callion's demeanor, despite the legendary power he now possessed, radiated a sense of stability and control. As Salada took a seat, he awaited her words, the weight of their shared heritage bridging the gap between them in this unexpected moment of reflection. His words were gentle, an invitation for Salada to share her knowledge and experiences, fostering a sense of mutual understanding amidst the tumultuous revelations that had unfolded.

Callion, seated on the rock, observed Salada with a measured gaze as she processed the information. When she questioned the existence of two legendary Super Saiyans on Earth, Callion was already prepared for the inquiry. He paused for a moment before responding. "What do you know about our own people's history?" Callion queried, his voice soft yet tinged with a hint of curiosity. He settled himself on the rock, his gaze fixed on Salada, awaiting her response.

Unbeknownst to Salada, Callion had been away from Planet Vegeta ever since he was a baby during the upheaval of the Coup. His knowledge of their people's legacy was fragmented, pieced together through whispers, stories, and sporadic recollections rather than firsthand experience.

As the silence lingered between them, Callion realized that his question might have carried more weight than intended. He extended an understanding glance toward Salada, trying to convey that he didn't intend to unsettle her further.

"I apologize if that sounded harsh, and you’re no doubt going to ask, ‘Why don’t you know your own race’s history, don’t you have a sense of pride!?’" Callion said, his tone softening after he made a classic Saiyan mocking voice remark. "I've been away for quite some time… In fact, I was away from Planet Vegeta as a baby when the Coup happened. My understanding of our history is... incomplete, to say the least." He leaned back slightly, a gesture to alleviate any discomfort lingering in the air. Despite his incomplete knowledge, he held an earnest curiosity about their shared heritage and hoped Salada might enlighten him.

"Would you mind sharing what you know? Let me experience the history from your eyes." he gently prompted, seeking to bridge the gap between their differing perspectives on the Saiyan legacy. "Oh, and while you are, may I ask to borrow your scouter if you have one? I'd like to read your powerlevel."

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Callion listened intently as Salada recounted the Super Saiyan legend and the fragmented history of their people. Her surprise at his lack of knowledge about their shared heritage did not go unnoticed, but Callion remained composed, absorbing every detail she provided. The dissonance between the legend he had grown up with and the reality before him was palpable. As Salada detailed the supposed fate of the Super Saiyan, Callion couldn't help but rub his chin in contemplation.

He nodded thoughtfully at Salada's explanation of the Super Saiyan legend, pondering the discrepancy between the traditional tale and the reality he was experiencing. As she spoke of the history of their people, Callion closed his eyes momentarily, absorbing the implications of what she revealed. "So, the legend speaks of a power so great that it consumes its wielder," he mused, looking at Salada with an analytical gaze. "One wonders how the Super Saiyan back then managed to survive long enough to achieve such a state. Perhaps the Galaxy was a more violent place back then compared to now."

As Salada continued, narrating the recent history of the Saiyan Empire, Callion's expression shifted subtly. The mention of King Braccus, the change in leadership, and the apparent decline of Saiyan values seemed to stir something within him. When Salada spoke of Zaks becoming Queen and her deviation from traditional Saiyan ideals, Callion's eyes narrowed in recognition. "Zaks," Callion echoed her mention of the current Queen, a name that resonated with familiarity. He recalled his previous encounter with the Queen, acknowledging her formidable power firsthand. When Salada disclosed her power level, Callion's gaze sharpened as he met her eyes. He registered her pride and determination, acknowledging her strength with a nod.

"15,000, knocking on the door of the Super Elite," Callion repeated, acknowledging the formidable strength Salada possessed. He mulled over the implications, considering the power dynamics and shifts that had occurred in their absence from Planet Vegeta.

"Zaks... I've met the Queen before," Callion remarked, confirming his acquaintance with the current ruler. He nodded as Salada mentioned Zaks's power level, absorbing the information. His mind raced with possibilities and comparisons. The Galaxy then, during the era of the Super Saiyan legend, might have been a vastly different place compared to the current era. Callion speculated that survival in that violent time might have been what allowed the Super Saiyan of old to ascend to such unparalleled heights of power.

The conversation delved into the complexities of their people's history and the present state of affairs, leaving Callion with a mix of contemplation and concern as he mulled over the newfound information and the challenges they faced. He absorbed the information with a calm manner, taking in the complexities of the current Saiyan situation. The impending threat that he had mentioned earlier hung in the air, and Callion's thoughts seemed to be navigating through the labyrinth of the past and the challenges that lay ahead.

As Callion listened and processed Salada's account of Saiyan history and the Super Saiyan legend, he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Instinctively, he powered down from his Super Saiyan form to his base form, the golden aura dissipating around him. His gaze fixed on Salada with a serious intent as he began to speak from his own experiences.

"Much of the Super Saiyan legend, as far as I understand, is both partially true and untrue," Callion began, his tone carrying the weight of someone who had lived through varying perspectives of strength. "From what I've experienced, any Saiyan has the latent capability to transform into a Super Saiyan, including yourself. That also goes for Saiyan half-breeds."

He paused, allowing his words to sink in before continuing. "In fact, there are two individuals, Liek and Opherla, who are most likely knocking on the door of becoming Super Saiyans themselves… And they’re half-breeds. I wouldn’t be surprised if Liek himself has become a Super Saiyan right now."

Callion's expression became pensive as he delved deeper into his memories, tapping into his instincts and recalling certain details. Callion rubbed his chin, deep in thought, recalling information from his own instincts. He continued, sharing insights that might shed light on the potential within Salada.

"You see, the initial trial of a Super Saiyan, often referred to as a False Super Saiyan, requires a power level of 75,000. Extreme emotions and anger are needed for such a transformation," Callion explained, his eyes locking with Salada's. "It's not just about raw power but also about unlocking the depths of one's emotions and the will to surpass one's limits. That's the true essence of the Super Saiyan."

His words carried a weight of personal experience, as if he had traversed the path of the Super Saiyan himself and now sought to impart that knowledge to Salada. The revelation of Liek and Opherla's potential further emphasized the shared destiny of their race on Earth.

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Callion looked at Salada seriously as she made her demand, her desire for power radiating from her in waves. He folded his arms, meeting her determined gaze with a nod of approval.

"Very well," Callion said, accepting her request without hesitation. He then took a moment to jot down a set of location points, a plan forming in his mind. "At the top northern part of the world, you will find me there. When you are ready," Callion instructed, his tone carrying a sense of anticipation. "I have something special in mind for your training, and trust me, I am very certain you will like it."

With that, Callion handed Salada the coordinates, a promise of growth and power lingering in the air. The journey to master the Super Saiyan transformation had just begun for Salada, and she had found an unexpected guide in The Saiyan Monk. Callion regarded Salada with a stern yet encouraging expression. "Understand this, Salada. This training will be unlike anything you've experienced on Planet Vegeta," he warned. "I expect absolute dedication and obedience. Every command, every instruction, you will follow to the letter if you want to harness the power you seek. What you aim for isn't just strength; it's a transformation, a transcendence." His tone was serious, emphasizing the gravity of the journey she was about to embark upon, very much acting like a drill sergeant. "This path leads to a power that demands discipline and control, not just brute strength. You'll push your limits, break barriers you never thought possible. You will hate me for it, I will push you, and I will keep pushing you to the point that you, like so many, will try to kill me. But it's not just about physical prowess. This is a transformation of the mind, spirit, and body."

Callion's eyes bore into hers, urging her to understand the enormity of what she sought. "The False Super Saiyan form is just the beginning, a pivotal step. To grasp it, you must be ready to dive deeper than ever before. The journey demands sacrifice, effort, and the willingness to embrace change. Are you prepared to commit yourself fully to this path?" Callion stood firm, his gaze fixed ahead as he delivered his final words, not even giving Salada the time to answer his question, almost as though his question beforehand was a more rhetorical form. "If your answer is yes, follow the coordinates on the paper. You'll find me there," he stated, his voice steady and unwavering. Without another word, the Saiyan warrior vanished, leaving Salada standing alone, her thoughts and resolve her only companions.

Left to ponder the gravity of his words and the commitment needed for the training, how does Salada react to Callion's departure? Is she prepared to undertake this intense journey toward unlocking the legendary Super Saiyan transformation?

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