Teparam slams into the ground as he tries his best to put up a fight against Cauli in her Super Saiyan state once again. No matter how much he had tried, the Saiyan warrior was incapable of defeating a Super Saiyan, even if he could keep up with them for a period of time. All of his efforts, no matter how great they were, just never proved to be quite enough to redeem his pride, and honor.

<Damn it! Why! Why am I so pathetic?! I was there, I watched Ama become a Super Saiyan when Pix died, and I couldn't break my own limitations, and do the same?! I was too powerless to save Lord Wah from death, and watched him be slaughtered in front of me, but still, nothing!> Teparam thought to himself as he lay face first on the cold, gray tile floor.

For years, Teparam had trained in the extreme, life threatening ways of the Wahahkandan warrior, being taught by Wah-Kan. He had his body constantly beaten, and broken while trying to put up a decent fight against a full form Icerian, but after many grueling battles, Teparam had become strong enough to hold his own against Wah-Kan. But when it came down to fighting Super Saiyans, or even breaking his limits to become one himself, Teparam was far too weak to do so, or so it seemed.

"I...I won't...be the laugh stock of my race....ANYMORE!" Teparam screamed on the top of his lungs as he slammed his right fist into the gray tile floor with all his might, shattering a few tiles from the pressure of his blow. The taunting, and ridicule he experienced on Vegeta began to flourish back in his mind. The stinging memory of being beaten countless times by Tils infront of his peers, his closest friends, and a handful of Saiyans, truly damaged the Saiyan's pride. He had suffered ultimate humiliation at the hands of Tils, having his ribs crushed, his leg broken, and eventually, being tossed into the arms of his significant other as nothing more than a bruised, bloody, unconscious mess.

If not for his close friend, Kai, Teparam would still be unable to talk, as the Saiyan-Demon child had beaten him into submission, and ripped part of his tongue out.  He was constantly trying to protect those closet to him, and every time he did, despite being able to put up a good fight, Teparam always lost, and in turn, ended up being beaten beyond belief.

His resolve, and will were starting to weaken, and he was becoming far more self loathing with each passing day, but today, something snapped within the young Saiyan, something burning with the passion of a thousand suns.

"For...far too long....I've but made into nothing more than a fool...I saved Niga, and got most of my body broken in return....I attempted to save Attila...And I nearly lost my ability to speak forever...And worst of all...." Teparam began to speak, his body trembling violently as he slowly pulled himself back to his feet. He began to grunt loudly as he clenched his fist, and teeth together tightly. All the pain, all the suffering, and despair he had gone through, had led Teparam to this moment, the moment where he finally achieved his destiny.

As he continued to grunt loudly, steam began to rise off of the Saiyan's body, and pieces of debris from the shattered tile began to lift into the air around him. His veins began to bulge through out his entire body, and his muscles started to swell with energy.

"I was...to powerless to protect Shivara from being Tor-Tortured...I couldn't...even...save my teacher..." Teparam said as he grunts seemed to stop, and he grew completely quiet for a moment. The air began to grow thick around him, and a dim glow of golden energy began to emit from his core, slowly spreading around his entire body.

"I'M SICK OF BEING TOO WEAK TO PROTECT THE ONES I LOVE!" Teparam screamed on the top of his lungs as a massive burst of wind released from his body, causing dirt, and debris to fly through out the training corridor of ship, as well as sending violent tremors throughout the entire ship. The golden glow covering his body suddenly burst outwards, causing a blinding, white light to engulf the surrounding area.

Several minutes later, the light fades away, and in the center of the arena, Teparam's body could be seen radiating with golden energy, his once long, black mane was now blazing a firey golden color, and his eyes became a bright teal, glowing with pristine energy.

"W-What is...What is this?" Teparam said in awe as he stared at his hands with wide, curious eyes. He could feel a sudden shift in his energy levels, feeling a newfound power unlike anything he had ever imagined.