SHT

Breathed heavily. he had been fighting the other and it had all been a downhill battle. The more he attacked the more the poison ran through his body and yet his ripple wasn't able to neutralize it. When he went down he stayed there for a moment. He felt a hopelessness creeping on him as he yet again was unable to do anything. A repeating pattern that never failed to rear it's ugly head back into his life. Failure, powerlessness. Feelings he'd been well familiarized with.

 But there was something else boiling deep inside, he was tired of just accepting his fate, of letting others just handle things while he picked up and took care of the aftermath,  anger began to foment from him as he felt his energy begin to spike, starting off at a steady creep that was snowballing.

He had enough of this, pushing himself back up as swofts of energy began pouring from him as he was slowly giving into this anger. His world was in danger of becoming ruled by some alien invaders. His life on the line and yet he still couldn't muster up the strength to fight back. Though what hurt the most was the Voltaris family joining the saiyains in their efforts to take this world. A family he had been close to through out a mjority of his life. This whole situation was so infuriating, so humiliating that he kept falling into this pattern of being unable to stand his own ground,

As his anger rose, so did his power as he began bringing out more of it. His energy  poured from him and wrap around him like a purple inferno. His hair raising as from the root a pinkish purple hue began to overtake his normal hair color as he was being pushed beyond his limits. Everything was becoming kind of fuzzy but he managed to cling onto something. His eyes focusing on the Saiyans and then the family he called friends. He wanted them to feel the same feelings he was burdened with, to be crushed by them, to drown in them.

[Moment: SHT] [MI: Wounds]