begins to scream on the top of his lungs, tears streaking down his cheeks as rage began to boil deep within his gut. A sinking feeling began to course through out his entire body. He was lost, his mind began to fall deep into darkness, he could not bare the loss of his first born son, Scargo, and his beloved daughter, Indica. Teparam had spent years after finally coming back to the realm of the living searching for his children, and he had finally gotten his family back together, only for his daughter, and son to be killed right before his very eyes. Despair, and sorrow began to swirl through out his mind.

"S-scar....Scargo! SCARGO!!! INDICIA?! INDICA!!! DAMN IT!!! WHY! WHY!!!" screamed Teparam as he fell to his knees, and began to slam his fist into the ground over, causing the dark grey tiles to shatter instantly, and his knuckles to bleed profusely as they began to split open from the force of his blows. He grabbed the side of his head, and began to twist, and rive in pain, his heart feeling as if it were shattering to a million pieces. He felt the greatest sense of betrayal he had ever felt in all of his life. Not only did Celsius threaten to destroy his planet, Vegeta, he had just murdered two of Teparam's children before his very eyes. Teparam's body began to tremble, and shake violently as an overwhelming surge of adrenaline, and rage began to surge through out him. His heart rate began to increase drastically as he was further sinking into the rage that lay within him.

He then arcs his back, and screams out into the air "GOD DAMN YOU, CELSIUS! DAMN YOU!" as tears poured from his eyes. He began to twitch on the ground as he continued to scream from the top of his lungs. Everything began to go black, everything around him completely fading away, as it felt as if time itself were standing still. His face began to grow warm, he could feel his heart beat in his eyes, and hear it clear as day. Teparam then grabs a handful of hair with each hand, and begins to slam his head into the ground repeatedly, blood gushing from his forehead as he slowly tears it open against the jagged pieces of tile from his previous outlash. Teparam clenches his teeth, tightly as he begins to grunt, and groan in rage. A feeling unlike anything he had ever felt before in his entire life, complete, and utter heartache. His heart itself felt as if were wounded from the loss of his children.

Suddenly, an ominous, eerie aura began to emit from with Teparam as burst of energy violently released from within him, kicking up dust, and debris into the air. His iris in each eye fade away, leaving only the white of his eyes, and the veins, and his muscles begin to bulge greatly, becoming visble in his face, neck, and forehead. He longed to hear the insults of his son, Scargo, telling him he was weak, or how he would never respect him. He needed to feel the love-hate relationship that they had, the pride he had for his son, all of these things coursing through his mind vibrantly. Teparam began to think back to the day Scargo was born, when he held his tiny little prince in his arms, and now all that was left of his son, were chunks, and pieces of meat.

As the burst of energy grew much more frequent, and violent, more, and more tears rushed from Teparam's eyes, as he seemed to be lost in the darkness of his own mind. At this point, Teparam was thinking of his daughter, Indica. She was the youngest of his daughters, and a special case. Indica was much like Scargo, and yet, much like Teparam, her special attitude, made her shine differently in Teparam's eyes, than his other children. He began to picture Indica's smiling little face, back when she was a toddler, before he died. It seemed after his death, that he had grown quite distant from Indica, especially after her kidnapping by the Netherlord. He spent years upon returning from the realm of the dead, trying, searching for his daughter, only to have her taken from him, in a most grusome manner.

In a flash, his screaming resumed, the screaming of a father that had lost his children. His screams increased in volume as his heart began to ache more, and more for his children, filling the room in agonizing pain, anyone around him would surely be able to tell he was in a great deal of pain.

"GRAHHHH!" exclaimed Teparam as he clenches his fist tightly as, and begins to shake violently once more, slowly rising back to his feet. The air in the room began to grow thick, and the spiritual pressure emitting from within Teparam was enough to force anyone weak willed to the ground, even those of a stronger fortitude will be rendered to one knee. The sky began to darken, and the sound of thunder roared through out the air as bolts of lightning crashed to the ground with great velocity. A loud "WOOSH!" emits from Teparam's body as his energy levels begin to spike, increasing drastically. The ground begins to tremble, a power unlike anything anyone had ever felt before began to pour into the atmosphere of Vegeta. Pieces of debris began to lift into the air, and shake in place, before dissolving into dust from the pressure of Teparam's overwhelming energy.

With one, massive, violent burst of energy, it seems as if Teparam had snapped entirely, releasing all of his rage, and energy in one, vicious torrent. The golden hue covering his body becomes much more vibrant, and sparks of blue energy dance around his body, crackling in the air. His golden hair, becomes much darker, lustrous golden color, and spikier than before. Golden waves of energy began to flow off of Teparam's body as he slowly began to lift into the air, and continue to release his emotional fueled energy. The fire burning deep inside of Teparam's gut continued to blaze like a wildfire as his heart still screamed out for his children. Even though he was able to avenge his children, nothing in his power could ever bring them back, nothing he could do would change what had happened to them, and this was pushing Teparam further than anything else had ever managed too. There was nothing in the universe that Teparam loved more than his children, and his inability to protect them, once again, began to eat away at the King of Saiyan's pride. He was sick of being too weak to protect his family, and his planet. He was sick of everyone stepping all over him, and disrespecting him, constantly blowing him off, as if he were nothing more than a commoner, and he would not stand for it any longer, he would be the answer to Vegeta's prayers, he would be the Saiyan to change history, once, and for all.