Show Me Your Power! An Unexpected Reunion![Invite]

Kizuki would stop in his tracks as Xylo's would fire that beam of magical energy at him.  His destroyed dogi was now repaired and brand new, unlike how the rest of him felt at the moment.  Too bad that magical beam didn't work on repairing bodies.  He'd let his hands pat down the fabric for a bit, shocked that someone was capable of such a trait and thankful he didn't do anything to make him look like an idiot.  Reaching down, he'd tighten up the obi wrapped around his waist before offering Xylo his thanks and a wave goodbye, simply placing his hand up a bit for a few seconds.  "Ah.  Much appreciated, Xylo."  As the Namekian made his way away from the group, clearly not answering Alaistair about his training, Kizuki would begin to make his way towards Alaistair, stopping as Taiga turned to him and made the comment about ascending to the Saiyajin Throne.  As the Arcosian made his exit, Kizuki would continue his walk over to Alaistair, as he would say his last farewell before venturing off for more training on his own.

Though, the Arcosian's words would ring in his ears the entire time.  His goal was not to become the King of Vegeta, or to rule over anyone.  He took this mission in order to increase his strength.  He wanted to stay out of all the political nonsense as much as possible.  His eyes showed a bit of frustration in them as he finally reached the Devil, walking past him but stopping at his side, staring straight forward and not at him at all.  "I wish you wouldn't tell people that.  I'm no King.  Just a soldier."  In a violent burst of golden energy, his aura would once again flare out around his body, transforming into that Super Saiyajin state for the final time.  "I'm sure you'll be able to find someone more than willing to take on that burden.  I'll still fight for you if it means that I'll get stronger.  But leave me out of your politics.  Ja'. (Bye.)"

In one short jump, the Saiyajin would burst into the sky, rocketing off in any random direction.  He was looking to collect his thoughts, meditate on the situation at hand and understand the power he had come to acquire.  All the while that he was transformed, he could feel his body filled with excitement, finding it hard to control himself.  Even now, simply flying away in this golden transformation, his adrenaline was surging, it felt like a million insects were crawling in his skin.  He was on edge, and needed to expel his pent of aggression and power.  This was something that needed to be controlled, something he needed to master.  Then, and only then, would he be able push through and beyond the wall of the Super Saiyajin.

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