Melody: *She turned toward Bulma, her eyes wide with genuine concern.* Permission to heal Vegeta? Though... I cannot be held blamed for the consequences.
Bulma: *She hesitated for a long moment, looking out at her battered husband, before she let out a heavy sigh and waved a hand dismissively.* Go ahead. But warn him first, will you?
Melody nodded softly and stepped out onto the cratered training grounds. Vegeta was still on his knees, his entire frame trembling with a mixture of suffocating rage and something far worse: sheer, unadulterated shock. Trunks had just completely outclassed him in a straight fight.
Melody: *She inched closer to the fallen Prince, carefully squatting down beside his hunched form.* Just relax. This won't hurt, but it will feel a little strange. Think of it like eating a Senzu Bean, except the effects are amplified tenfold.
Gently, but with absolute precision, she laid her left hand flat over Vegeta's heart. Vegeta stiffened instantly, his deeply ingrained warrior instincts screaming at him to reject the hybrid's healing touch—but his broken body was simply too damaged to fight back. The exact second Melody's palm ignited with that unique, green-streaked white glow, a surge of crazy-strong energy aggressively flooded his entire system.
His fractured armor rattled as his severe injuries vanished instantly. His torn muscles knit back together in a fraction of a second... and then? A sudden, roaring rush of raw power slammed into him so intensely it made his head spin.
Vegeta gasped aloud, his eyes snapping wide. This feeling was unlike anything he had ever experienced in his life. A Senzu Bean times ten? No. This was something else entirely...
This was a divine upgrade.