Vegeta: *Vegeta stepped forward, his aura flaring violently as he prepared the Mafuba.* Stay sharp, *he growled.* This won't be pretty.
Goten and Melody turned—slowly—their eerie grins widening in unison.
Melody: Oh, how pretty, *Melody started*
Goten: *He finished her statement.* You didn't need to get us anything.
Vegeta: *The Saiyan prince ignored their mocking tunes, his hands already forming intricate seals.* Now! *he barked—*
A pulse of dark crimson energy erupted from his palms—the Mafuba, twisting like a black hole given form. They snarled, before starting to dance around the dark tentacles, like their staging a ballet. The Mafuba writhed—its tendrils lashing like serpents, but Goten and Melody moved with eerie grace, dodging every strike as if they'd rehearsed this dance a thousand times over.
Melody: *She twirled beneath a dark coil, her voice singing:* Can't catch us~
Goten: *Goten leapt over another wave,* We're much too fast!
Vegeta: *He growls impatiently, as the Mafuba takes a lot out of him but they find it to be some kind of game. Vegeta's teeth gritted, sweat beading on his forehead as the Mafuba strained against his will.* Damn it—stand still!
But Goten and Melody only laughed, their movements fluid and mocking—dodging with effortless precision like children playing tag with a predator.
Vegeta: *It's clear that Vegeta needs help, maybe a few more hands to preform this technique from other angles, initiating their change to make the capture successful. But who. There's not enough time to learn the technique to Goku.* Yo, Kakarot, that old Coop, Roshi, can't he do the Mafuba technique too?
Goku: *Goku blinked, then snapped his fingers.* Roshi! *he shouted toward the sky,* We need you—now!
A second passed, and another Then— With a poof, the ancient turtle hermit appeared in a cloud of smoke, cane in hand and eyebrows raised.
Goku: Master are you still familiar with the Mafuba technique? *Goku asked, the turtle hermit.* We can't explain the situation, but Vegeta needs help, so are you still familiar with the technique?
Mater Roshi: *Roshi smirked, stroking his beard.* Hah! You think I'd forget a technique as fun as the Mafuba? Of course I still remember it! *He adjusted his glasses, already raising a hand—his aura flickering with ancient power.* Saiyan? Is there any particular place you want me? *Master Roshi directed his question at the Prince of all Saiyans.*
Vegeta: *Vegeta, still straining to maintain the Mafuba's form, barked.* Behind them! Seal their rear while I go for a frontal lock!
The old hermit followed his instructions and started preforming the Mafuba technique from behind them. And it seems that they're finding it exceptionally harder to dance around the tentacles coming from two different angles.