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Winter City Mountains

A lone sayain sits within a clearing of sorts, a series of snowcapped mountains surrounding the outer area and concealing his whereabouts, his legs crossed as he sits in deep meditation. Four pillars made entirely of rock stayed suspended in place, the freezing air ripped and tore at the skin of the saiyan warrior but all the while he remained unaffected. It had been over thirty earth days since he had seen the humans and he hoped it'd stay that way. So much training had been done in secret, he kept his power level concealed so he wouldn't be found. He hated being at such a level and even feeling weak, it reminded him too much of how he couldn't save his home. Every time he shut his eyes he was trapped within darkness once more. The darkness that his darker kin had brought forth, along with the destruction, the merciless killing, everything the had gone through at their hands. In the back of his mind he still felt he hadn't gotten strong enough to face Kental alone, his pride wouldn't allow him to turn to the so called warriors of the planet. The pillars around him began to crumbled very slowly as the anger in combination with his pain grew. The voice of his past came screaming at him in all directions, pleas of help, questioning why he couldn't save them, angered accusations of cowardice on his part in the battle. He was far from being a coward but to be one in the eyes of his own blood brought forth a pain he hadn't even conceived before. As the veins in his he's and arms revealed himself as he battled within his mind, the ground began to rattle with the force of a powerful earthquake. The calm expression on the face of the sayain had faded into one that reignited the true hatred within his heart. Moments later the ground began to slowly shatter, shards of rock began to rise up as the ground continued to shake. "Never will I leave someone I could so easily defend to die! Never will I abandon the ones who need me! Never!" As he shouted, a massive blast of power emitting from within the clearing, reducing the surrounding mountains and most of Winter City to rubble leaving only the sayain warrior in the middle of it. His new white and black outlined aura ignited around him. The warrior looked down at his hand and clenched his fist, a light crackle of electricity danced across his hands. Multiple rises in power snapped him out of his thoughts, it wasn't near his level but it was enough to grab his attention. Making a running start, crushing ash and rock he left a small crater as he took flight toward the power levels, it seemed it was worth looking at. The warriors that engaged in their ensuing battle would feel a large power level headed in their direction. The sayain would come from seemingly nowhere hover above, watching the battle with his arms crossed and a small sinister grin on his face as he looked down at Iron Arm and the warriors. He caught sight of Amber's attack as it hurdled straight toward Iron Arm. In a flash of black and white the blast was redirected, the warrior stood suspended within the air once more and glared down at the Z-Fighters. " Go, you've all put up a good, fight. Now step aside and let a true warrior finish this fight." He spoke calmly, looking down at Iron Arm as if he were unimpressed and not at all surprised. He lowered himself to the ground and assumed a stance. "I wonder if you machines can feel fear..." He said to himself and partly toward Iron Arm, his grin growing more and more sadistic until his sharp canine teeth showed slightly, his piercing crimson red eyes stared down the machine.

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