The sun had barely risen over the harsh landscape of Planet Vegeta, casting long shadows across the rugged terrain of the Oozaru wastelands. Callion, now an elite squad leader, had been given a mission by the higher-ups. There had been reports of rogue activity in the wastelands—low-level rebels and outcasts who had been causing minor disturbances. Nothing serious enough to warrant a large-scale operation, but enough to send someone of Callion’s calibre to investigate.

Callion did not mind these solo missions. They gave him time to think, to reflect on his past battles and the growing unease he felt about his place in the Saiyan hierarchy. He had been a part of countless conquests, led his squad to victory numerous times, but the endless cycle of violence and conquest was beginning to weigh on him. As he soared over the rocky terrain, his scouter scanned the area, searching for any signs of significant power levels. The landscape below was desolate, marked by jagged rocks and sparse vegetation, a testament to the planet's brutal environment.

His thoughts drifted back to his childhood, to the rigorous training sessions his parents had put him through. They had been relentless, pushing him to his limits and beyond, instilling in him the fierce pride and unyielding spirit of the Saiyan race. He had embraced it all, thriving under the pressure, determined to uphold his family's honour. But now, with each passing day, he found himself questioning the true meaning of honour and strength. As he flew, his scouter beeped intermittently, picking up faint power signatures from small creatures and distant energy sources. Nothing out of the ordinary. He was about to turn back and report that the area was clear when his scouter suddenly blared to life, detecting a significant power level far below in the wastelands.

Callion's eyes narrowed as he adjusted the settings, focusing on the source of the reading. It was unusually high for this desolate area, where only the strongest and most desperate ventured. Intrigued and cautious, he descended slowly, his senses on high alert. When he was close enough, he spotted the figure of a lone Saiyan walking through the wasteland. It was a woman, carrying a strong box and moving with purpose. Callion landed quietly on a rocky outcrop, observing her from a distance. She seemed familiar, yet he could not place her. His scouter continued to monitor her power level, confirming its considerable strength.

He watched as she reached a large rock formation that vaguely resembled a great ape—an Oozaru. She began to dig a hole with her bare hands, her movements precise and deliberate. Callion's curiosity grew as he realized she was performing some kind of ritual.

He stayed hidden, his eyes locked on the woman as she completed her task and fired a powerful ki blast into the sky. The blast was bright and intense, lighting up the wasteland and sending a clear signal of her strength and emotion.

*BEEBEEBEEP!*




At the same time, when Zaks released her powerful ki blast into the sky, Callion's scouter beeped loudly, registering the sudden surge in energy. He watched as the blue light illuminated the night, a display of raw power and emotion that he had not seen in a long time. It was a fitting tribute, filled with all the pain and longing she had kept inside for so long Such a powerful ki blast that Zaks released into the sky caused his scouter to skyrocket, Callion’s eyes looked at the numbers, and… Wow, he had to admit, such a powerful blast was impressive. If she were to ever use such a technique like that in battle, that could REALLY do some damage and sting.

Callion stood atop a nearby rocky outcrop, his arms crossed and his expression stoic, his eyes returning to gaze back at the grieving female Saiyan. He had been watching Zaks from a distance, curious about the lone figure making her way through the wastelands. As a seasoned Saiyan warrior, he knew the lands well and often patrolled them, keeping an eye out for any potential threats or disturbances. Seeing another Saiyan walking instead of flying had piqued his interest.

Callion remained silent as he watched Zaks from his hidden vantage point. His scouter beeped softly, locking onto her power level and analysing it. He was impressed; her strength was considerable, a testament to her Saiyan heritage and training. After having observed Zaks digging and performing her ritual, Callion felt a mix of emotions. Respect for her dedication and sorrow for the loss she was clearly mourning. It was rare to see such a display of vulnerability among their kind, and it intrigued him.

Once the blue light from Zaks' ki blast illuminated the sky had faded, Callion decided it was time to approach. He descended from his vantage point, landing a few meters away from her with a soft thud. His imposing figure and the weight of his presence were unmistakable. Throughout the entire ordeal that Zaks was doing, Callion studied her movements and expressions closely. He could see the pain and sorrow in her eyes, the way her hands trembled slightly as she dug the hole and placed the box inside. The intense emotions radiating from her were unusual for a Saiyan, who were typically taught to suppress such feelings in favour of strength and aggression. It was very… Un-Saiyan like behaviour to be sure, and by rights he should very well reprimanded her for such an emotion. But after

The Elite-Class Male Saiyan after much deliberation to himself, thought for a moment that now was the time to get involved, Callion decided to make his presence known. He stepped forward, his boots crunching on the rocky ground, and slowly approached her from behind. He stopped a few meters away, giving her space but making sure she could sense his presence.



"That was quite the display," he said finally, his voice deep and calm. "You must have cared for her a great deal." Callion stood quietly, arms folded across his chest, his weighted training clothing adding to his already imposing figure. He observed Zaks in silence for a few moments longer, respecting the solemnity of the moment. The night was still, the only sound the faint rustle of the wasteland wind. He wore his Super Weighed Clothing, designed for training purposes to increase his strength and endurance. The extra weight barely seemed to affect his imposing stance.

After a brief pause, he broke the silence. "Who was that blast of tribute for exactly?" His voice was calm and steady, lacking any hint of judgment or intrusion. He was genuinely curious, wanting to understand more about this warrior and the emotions she had displayed.

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Callion remained silent; his gaze fixed on Zaks as she spoke. He listened intently, absorbing every word without interruption. His eyes narrowed slightly in anger when he learned that she was not a pure-blood Saiyan, a fact that had clearly influenced the events leading to her friend's death. The notion of a mixed-blood Saiyan becoming stronger than her pure-blood teammates, and being targeted for it, stirred a deep-seated resentment within him.

However, as Zaks continued, detailing the bravery of her friend—a non-fighter who had given her life to save Zaks and her family—Callion's expression softened. He could not deny the courage it took for someone without combat training to face a Saiyan warrior. The loyalty and sacrifice her friend displayed were qualities even a hardened Saiyan warrior like Callion could respect. He uncrossed his arms and let them hang by his sides, his body language subtly shifting to show he was no longer viewing her with outright hostility. Callion recognized the complexity of the situation, the layers of honour, loyalty, and betrayal that Zaks had experienced. He could not ignore the bravery of her friend or the genuine grief and respect Zaks held for her.

After a long moment of contemplation, Callion's eyes met Zaks' again, his gaze more measured and less judgmental. He could see the pain and conflict in her eyes, the struggle between her Saiyan heritage and the influences that had shaped her on Earth.

"Better yet… What do you want?" Callion had heard her asked, noticing her voice tinged with defiance and curiosity. Callion remained silent for a moment longer, weighing his response. Finally, he spoke, his voice steady but with a hint of the respect her story had earned.

"I wanted to understand," he said simply, his tone reflecting a mixture of curiosity and begrudging respect. "To know why a Saiyan warrior would be out here, showing such vulnerability. Now I see why." Callion took a step closer, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized Zaks. His tone turned harsher, carrying the weight of his Elite status.

"It's a disgrace," he began, voice firm and critical. "A Saiyan warrior, out here weeping over a weakling. We are bred for battle, to conquer and destroy. Our strength defines us. Your friend—this 'little flower'—was a liability, not an asset. She had no place among us." He let his words hang in the air, the harshness of his judgment clear. He could see the anger flare in Zaks' eyes, but he pressed on, his expression unyielding.

"And you," he continued, "a mixed-blood Saiyan, allowing yourself to be weakened by such sentiment. It's no wonder you were betrayed. We are not meant to be softened by the weak. Our power and our pride are all that matter." Callion paused, the stern lines of his face softening slightly as he continued. "But... despite all that, your friend showed a bravery that even seasoned warriors sometimes lack. Charging a Saiyan to save you—she had more courage in that moment than many of our kind show in a lifetime. For that, she deserves respect."

He took a deep breath, his tone losing its edge. "I apologize for your loss. She was braver than most. And you... you honour her memory well."

Callion's demeanour shifted as he took a step back, giving Zaks a bit more space. His tone became more measured, blending curiosity with the respect her story had earned.

"My name is Callion," he introduced himself, his voice steady. "I haven't seen a Saiyan like you before, nor one with your kind of... sentiment." He paused, studying her with a critical yet curious gaze. "What is your name, and where did you come from? You don't fit the typical mould of our kind, and I want to understand why."

Callion took a step back, allowing his eyes to slowly scan Zaks from head to toe. She was a giant of a woman, standing at an impressive 7.6 feet tall, towering over most Saiyans he had encountered. Her long, less unruly hair, a result of her mixed heritage, flowed down her back. The silver eyes that met his gaze held a cold stare full of regret and pain but also conveyed a strong conviction.

Her pale skin bore numerous scars from countless battles, each mark a testament to her experience and resilience. As Callion continued his assessment, he noticed that Zaks, like himself, was wearing weighted gear. This detail intrigued him, as it indicated a dedication to training and growth that he had not expected.

"Weighted gear," he remarked, a hint of approval in his voice. "You're serious about your training, just like me." He met her eyes again, the initial harshness in his gaze now replaced by a more genuine curiosity. “I will admit half-breed… I am curious as to see just how strong you are. Out of respect to your fallen comrade we can have our battle away from your little burial. The choice is yours, but know that if any actual Saiyan blood runs through your veins knows to never truly back down from a challenge… Besides, I cannot help but assume you need to work off some steam.”

Callion continued to study Zaks, his curiosity piqued by her imposing presence and the evident weight of her experiences. After a moment of contemplation, he unfolded his arms and pointed towards a distant area within the Oozaru Wastelands. "There's a passage not too far from here," he said, his voice steady and challenging. "An ideal battleground for true warriors. If you're as serious about your training as you seem, and if you want to prove yourself, we can settle this there."

He paused, letting the implication of his words sink in. "A test of strength, skill, and conviction. Are you interested?” Callion's eyes held a glint of interest as he continued, his tone both challenging and curious. "I've heard rumours about half-breeds," he said, folding his arms again. "Some say they lack the pure strength and ferocity of true Saiyans, while others claim they have untapped potential that surpasses even the Elite."

He took a step closer, his gaze unwavering. "I'm curious to see for myself. I want to test your mettle and see what you are truly capable of. So, what do you say? Will you accept my challenge and meet me at the passage?"

Callion remained silent; his stance unwavering as he waited for Zaks' response. His eyes never wavered from her, maintaining a steady, intense gaze. The weight of his challenge hung in the air, his expression a mix of anticipation and calm resolve. He stood ready, prepared to see how she would react to his offer.

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Callion stood in the designated battleground, his eyes narrowing as he watched Zaks approach. His body was relaxed but poised, ready for the fight to come. He had a critical eye on her movements, noting her anger and the way she prepared herself for battle. As Zaks introduced herself, Callion gave a curt nod, acknowledging her name. He didn't respond verbally, letting his body language and expression convey his readiness for the combat. When she launched herself forward with a spin kick aimed at his head, Callion's muscles tensed, and he moved with practiced precision.

He ducked low, avoiding the initial kick, and pivoted on his heel to reposition himself. His eyes never left her, analysing her form and movements. As she chained her attacks, he blocked and parried each one, testing her strength and skill. Callion took a moment during a brief lull in the exchange to speak. "Lucetia, you fight with the fire of a true Saiyan, despite your heritage. Let's see if you can back up your words."

With that, Callion surged forward, his movements fluid and powerful. He aimed a series of rapid strikes at her torso, testing her defences and looking for any openings. He was careful, not underestimating her abilities, but also not holding back. This was a test of strength, skill, and resolve, and he intended to see just how strong this half-breed truly was. Callion launched into a series of rapid strikes, each punch and kick executed with the precision and power of a seasoned Saiyan warrior. His movements were swift and deliberate, despite the significant weight of his training gear. Each strike was designed to test Zaks' defences, probing for any weakness.

He moved like a predator, his eyes locked on Zaks, anticipating her responses, and adjusting his tactics accordingly. The weight of his clothing did little to hinder his agility; if anything, it made each of his movements more controlled and powerful, turning the fight into a calculated dance of martial prowess. Callion aimed a powerful roundhouse kick at Zaks, followed by a swift knee strike, and then transitioned seamlessly into a barrage of punches targeting her midsection. He was relentless, attempting to give her no room to breathe, yet his attacks were not wild or reckless. Every move was calculated, reflecting his elite training and his deep understanding of combat.

He noticed her counterattacks and evasive manoeuvres, acknowledging silently that she was indeed a formidable opponent. There was a brief moment where Zaks found an opening and struck back, but Callion absorbed the hit, gritting his teeth through the pain, and retaliated with even greater force, his fists moving in a blur. Despite the intense combat, Callion's expression remained focused and determined. He was not merely fighting to overpower her; he was evaluating her, pushing her to her limits to see how she would respond under pressure, not to mention learn to see how Zak’s fighting style was completely different to traditional combat by hand-to-hand. He was going to learn one way or another in his case.

The wasteland around them echoed with the sounds of their fierce battle, the ground beneath them shaking with the force of their blows. Callion continued to press his attack, his movements a testament to his skill and strength as an elite Saiyan warrior. As Callion continued to exchange blows with Zaks, his mind raced, analysing every movement and strategy she employed.

"She's strong," he thought, dodging a swift kick and countering with a punch aimed at her ribcage. "Durable than I expected. This half-breed... there's more to her than meets the eye."

He felt the weight of his training gear with every movement, but it was a familiar challenge, one that he had grown accustomed to over countless hours of rigorous training. "Weighted gear doesn't seem to slow her down much either. Interesting, she must be training just as much as I have…" he mused, throwing a powerful strike with his forearm, and adding with a spinning kick aimed at her head. "She's strong, precise. No wasted movements. That stance... it is not purely Saiyan. She's learned from another school of combat."

The memory of her earlier words echoed in his mind. "A friend who sacrificed her life to save my family... Not a fighter, but brave enough to attack a Saiyan warrior." He frowned slightly, his expression hardening. "That kind of bravery is rare. Even among us. Her friend might have been weak, but she had a strength of her own." As the fight wore on, Callion's respect for Zaks grew. "She's been through a lot. It's moulded her, made her tougher. But she is also different. More... compassionate? No, that is not quite right. More... thoughtful."

He added another series of rapid strikes, feeling the impact through his arms. "She fights with a purpose, a resolve that's deeper than just the thrill of battle or the desire for conquest." For a brief moment, he considered the implications of their fight. "If she can channel this strength, this determination, and align it with our goals... she could be a powerful ally. But first, she needs to understand what it means to be a true Saiyan warrior."

With renewed determination, Callion pressed his attack, his strikes becoming more focused and intense. "Show me, Lucetia," he thought, his eyes narrowing. "Show me the depth of your resolve. Prove to me that you are more than just a half-breed. Prove that you are worthy of the Saiyan name."

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Callion felt the impact of Zaks' initial punch as it shattered his scouter, sending shards of the device flying through the air. His head snapped back from the force, and he barely had time to register the pain before Zaks' back kick connected with his jaw, launching him into the air. He tasted blood and a fierce determination ignited within him.

"This half-breed," he thought, a mix of anger and admiration swirling within him, "she's pushing me to my limits."

As he soared through the air, he quickly regained his composure. He saw the barrage of Ki blasts hurtling toward him, and with a roar, he charged his own Ki, creating a protective barrier around himself. The blasts collided with the barrier, each explosion shaking the ground below, but Callion held firm. Breaking through the final blast, he propelled himself back toward Zaks with a burst of speed, his aura flaring brightly. He could see the fire in her eyes, the resolve and determination that matched his own. In that moment, he realized this was more than just a fight; it was a test of their beliefs, their strength, and their will.

"Impressive," he thought, his mind racing even as his body moved with practiced precision. "She's not just fighting me. She's fighting for something much bigger."

Callion closed the distance between them in an instant, his movements a blur. He landed a solid punch to her midsection, followed by a swift knee to her ribs. He could feel the impact of his blows, but Zaks did not falter. She countered with a powerful uppercut that snapped his head back, followed by a roundhouse kick aimed at his temple. He barely managed to block the kick, the force of it sending shockwaves through his arm. "She's relentless," he acknowledged, his respect for her growing with each exchange.

As they continued to trade blows, Callion's thoughts turned inward. "I've underestimated her. She is not just a half-breed. She's a warrior, forged through pain and loss, and tempered by her determination to prove herself." He felt a kinship with her, a connection born from their shared struggle for strength and recognition. It fuelled his desire to see how far she could go, to push her to her absolute limits and beyond. With a sudden surge of energy, Callion unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, each one faster and more powerful than the last. He could feel the strain on his muscles, the burning in his lungs, but he pushed through it, driven by the need to see this fight to its end.

"Show me, Lucetia," he thought, his eyes never leaving hers. "Show me what you're truly capable of. Prove to me, and to yourself, that you are a warrior worthy of the Saiyan name."

As the battle raged on, Callion felt a strange sense of exhilaration. This was what it meant to be a Saiyan, to push oneself to the brink of exhaustion, to fight with every ounce of strength and willpower. And in Zaks, he saw a reflection of his own journey, a reminder of why he fought and what he sought to achieve. In that moment, despite the pain and the exhaustion, Callion felt a sense of clarity. This fight was more than just a test; it was a testament to their shared spirit and the unyielding resolve that defined them both as warriors.

Callion steadied himself, his body bruised and bloodied but far from defeated. He could not help but smirk, a genuine appreciation for Zaks' ingenuity flickering in his eyes. "I'll give you that one, Lucetia," he said, wiping the blood from his lip with the back of his hand. "Taking out my scouter was clever. But you won't hide forever." He stood still for a moment, scanning the area visually. Despite the handicap of not being able to sense Ki, he relied on his sharp instincts and battle-hardened senses. His eyes narrowed, searching for any sign of movement, any flicker of energy or disturbance in the air.

"There you are," he whispered to himself, spotting a faint outline amidst the swirling dust.

With a burst of energy, Callion shot towards her, his speed leaving a trail of dust and debris in his wake. He landed in front of her, the force of his arrival causing the ground to tremble. "No more hiding," he declared, his eyes locking onto hers with a fierce intensity. "Let's finish this!"

Without waiting for a response, he launched a series of rapid-fire punches and kicks, each one aimed with precision and power. He knew she was strong; her earlier attacks had proven that. But now, he was determined to push her to her limits, to see what she was truly capable of. As their battle continued, Callion's respect for Zaks only grew. She was a formidable opponent, a true warrior in every sense of the word. And though he was fighting to win, a part of him was also fighting to help her realize her own strength.

"Come on, Lucetia," he thought, his movements fluid and relentless. "Show me what you've got. Show me that you deserve to be called a Saiyan warrior." Callion shifted his stance, focusing on his opponent. His body ached from Zaks' onslaught, but his Saiyan spirit burned brighter than ever. He surged forward, determined to push her to the edge.

"Let's see what you're really made of," he thought, his eyes narrowing.

Callion's first move was a rapid dash, closing the distance between them in the blink of an eye. He feinted a left hook, then pivoted on his right foot to deliver a powerful knee strike aimed at her midsection. The force behind his strike was enough to create a shockwave, sending dust and debris flying in all directions. Without pausing, he spun around, his leg sweeping low to catch Zaks off balance. As she stumbled, he followed up with a series of quick jabs and a forceful uppercut, aiming to lift her off the ground.

Callion's movements were precise and relentless, each strike calculated to test Zaks' defenses and find an opening. He could see the determination in her eyes, the fire that drove her to keep fighting despite the odds.

"You're strong, Lucetia," he thought, as he pressed his attack. "But let's see how you handle this."

He unleashed a powerful energy blast from his palm, aiming directly at her. The explosion lit up the battlefield, a testament to his unyielding resolve. As the dust settled, he prepared for her counterattack, his body ready to react to any move she made.

Callion's gaze never wavered from Zaks. He was pushing her hard, but he was also pushing himself, driven by a desire to see just how far she could go.

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