Not far from Planet Metamor, a small, war-scarred world drifted in the cold void of space.
Vegeta had been thrown out of the crater, his body battered and broken, while Gran rose into the air above it—silent, composed, and preparing for something unfathomable.
"Lord Supreme Kai," Kibito asked nervously, "what did the Candidate God of Destruction mean by 'Super Saiyan'?"
"How should I know?" Shin snapped, shooting him an exasperated glare.
He had only just learned that Gran was a Saiyan himself—how could he possibly know about some mysterious 'super' transformation?
"Still…" Shin's expression darkened. "I have a bad feeling. Something tells me Gran is about to become terrifyingly powerful."
Kibito swallowed hard, tension knotting in his throat.
Meanwhile, Raditz and Nappa, who had been watching from afar, exchanged uncertain glances. They were both puzzled by Gran's sudden stillness—yet neither dared to approach.
The battlefield had fallen eerily quiet.
A faint wind stirred, scattering dust and debris.
It was the silence before the storm.
Gran stood ten meters in front of Vegeta. He said nothing—only focused, as if channeling something deep within.
Flat on the ground, unable to move, Vegeta could feel what was coming.
He knew exactly what Gran intended to do.
"Super Saiyan… does such a thing truly exist?"
"Could he… really transform?"
Vegeta had heard the legends. But his pride refused to accept it.
He could not—would not—allow anyone else to become a Super Saiyan before him.
"No… impossible!"
"Even if the legend is true, it should be me! Me, the Prince of all Saiyans!"
"Gran, stop this madness!!"
Fury burned in his eyes as he slammed his fists into the ground.
"Watch closely," Gran said coldly. "Watch as I shatter the last fragment of your pride."
His expression hardened. The air around him trembled.
There were three conditions to become a Super Saiyan:
First, the Saiyan's body must contain a sufficient number of S-Cells.
Second, their base power level had to surpass three million.
And third—most crucial of all—they must experience pure, overwhelming rage.
Gran met all three. His base strength alone exceeded a billion. Rage? He had plenty to spare.
As for his S-Cells, though the theory said they thrived in "times of peace," Gran suspected the true key lay within the heart—within one's emotional equilibrium.
Son Goku had reached that state long ago, his heart tempered by peace and training in the Heavenly Realm.
Vegeta, on the other hand, had walked a darker path—his arrogance and cruelty once blinding him, until despair on Planet Namek finally shattered his pride and transformed his heart.
"My own mind transcended into a semi-ultra instinct state two years ago," Gran murmured. "Since then, I've cultivated inner calm. My S-Cells should be more than ready."
Confidence blazed in his eyes. He exhaled, lowering his stance, fists clenched tightly.
And then—silence.
A suffocating, heavy silence.
Gran's small frame began to tremble as he drew upon his fury.
"Then let's begin… with rage!"
He shut his eyes.
Images flashed through his mind—memories of that humiliating day in the purple realm, when Lord Beerus had spanked him senseless.
The corner of Gran's mouth twitched. His tiny body quaked.
"AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
"BEERUS-SAMAAAAA!!!!"
"You dared to hit my butt! UNFORGIVABLE!!!"
The moment his rage erupted, the planet itself seemed to roar in response.
BOOM!
Power surged like a flood, spiraling up his spine, blazing through his veins.
Rage was the spark; S-Cells, the gunpowder
and when the spark met the powder, the explosion was cataclysmic.
BOOM!!!
His power skyrocketed.
Ten billion…
Twenty billion…
Fifty billion…
The ground quaked. Oceans howled. The sky itself began to crack.
"What—what is this power?!" Vegeta gasped, eyes wide in horror. His soul trembled within him.
"So this… this is the power of the Super Saiyan legend?!"
"No! I won't accept it! I can't! That form belongs to me—the Prince of all Saiyans!"
Elsewhere, Kibito's face had gone pale. "Wh-what is he doing?! Is this the transformation he spoke of?!"
Shin, however, was exhilarated. "Yes… show me! Show me what a Super Saiyan truly is!"
Farther away, Raditz and Nappa had retreated several kilometers.
"Wh-what's happening to him, Nappa?! His power—it's insane!"
"Don't ask me! I just know Vegeta's finished!"
Another wave of power burst forth, crushing them both to the ground.
"Gahhh! Wh-what is this?!"
"Stop asking me, damn it—I don't know either!"
Gran stood at the eye of the storm. His aura flickered violently—white one moment, gold the next.
RUMBLE!!!
Bolts of lightning tore across the sky.
His hair flashed—black, then gold.
His energy continued to rise
Fifty billion.
A hundred billion.
Two hundred billion.
Four hundred billion.
Finally
BOOM!!!
Five hundred billion.
The universe fell silent.
The heavens dimmed.
And then—light.
A brilliant, golden light.
Gran had done it.
The Super Saiyan had been born.
At the Heavenly Lookout, Mr. Popo raised his head slightly, a faint smile touching his lips.
"What an interesting little Saiyan…"
On Kame House, Master Roshi gulped hard.
"T-that energy…! Such power exists in the universe?!"
On the North Kai's planet, King Kai wiped the sweat from his brow.
"Th-the Candidate God of Destruction… his power's so vast, even the Other World can feel it!"
In the Galactic Prison, Merus grinned faintly.
"So that's Whis's pupil, huh? Impressive."
Across the North Galaxy, every mighty being turned their gaze toward the small, trembling star that now blazed like a sun
where the first Super Saiyan of a new age had awakened.
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