"What terrifying power..."
Vegeta steadied himself, boot-heels carving twin furrows across the floor as he slid back. The ground had not yet regenerated when a jolt ran through his heart.
Vincent was suddenly at his back.
Another brutal straight rocketed in.
Vegeta broke away at once, streaking upward into the void above the chamber. Energy orbs fanned from his palms like he had an endless supply, a storm meant to seize back initiative.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Explosions swallowed Vincent's position. Gray smoke billowed, the air thick with the stink of powder.
A figure tore through the haze. Vincent.
He kicked off the shattered tiles, then layered in his newly learned Flight, gathering power in midair.
"Serious Punch."
"Special Beam Cannon!"
Vegeta unleashed his own kill shot to meet Vincent head on.
Thump.
Vincent's eyelid twitched. Gooseflesh rippled up his arms.
Danger Sense.
He flooded his skin with Armament Haki, his body hardening in an instant.
A flash.
Punch and beam crashed together and detonated.
Vincent lost altitude hard. His Flight was still rough. Once the shock broke his rhythm, gravity did the rest.
Seizing momentum, Vegeta's mouth curled.
"I am the Saiyan Prince."
He dove, driving straight for the grounded Vincent.
In the smoke, Vincent planted his feet and opened the Byakugan.
Black eyes filmed over into a strange, milky white. The world sharpened into a map of motion and intent. Even Vegeta's charge seemed to slow.
Vincent rolled, letting the killing strike pass an inch from his ribs.
He snapped forward on the rebound. Fists met in the center of the chamber.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
They dropped the flashy clashes. It was all knuckles and bone. The kind of fight men understood.
Crack.
Vincent's fist sank into Vegeta's gut.
Vegeta's face knotted. His right hook answered a heartbeat later, hammering Vincent's waist.
They broke apart at once, each drawing a breath, each calling everything they had for a single deciding blow.
Vegeta spread his hands. Golden radiance swelled between them. He crossed his forearms and fired a roaring column of light.
"Special Beam Cannon!"
Vincent pulled his right arm back until the shoulder sang. The whole limb ignited, flame crawling from wrist to biceps. He punched, driving that furnace straight ahead.
A tidal wind howled from the blow, heat rippling the pale horizon as the fistline raced for Vegeta's beam.
"Stop."
Whis flicked his staff. With a gentle tap in the air, both ultimate attacks unraveled into harmless motes.
"Whis, what are you doing?"
Vegeta's battle suit hung in tatters. He glared daggers at the angel.
Unbothered, Whis pointed around them.
"Another minute of that and you will destroy the chamber."
Only then did Vegeta register the walls. The Hyperbolic Time Chamber rippled like a pond under their auras, seams buckling and ready to split. If those two techniques collided full on, the aftershock alone would end the chamber. There would be nothing to fix. The entire temple might go with it.
Vincent's expression sobered. He hadn't expected Vegeta to hit this hard. Even with Byakugan and Danger Sense live, a few of those shots had still landed.
"In that case, let's call it. My goal is the Tournament of Power."
He smoothed his breath and spoke evenly.
"Tch."
Arms folded, chin high, Vegeta tried to look above it all. But inside, the ledger had changed.
Damn it. It used to be only Kakarot. And now there's Fox. Fine. I'll put them both under my heel.
Their bout ended. The chamber began to mend, slowly knitting cracks and sealing rents. By the time it was safely stable again, they had burned through a chunk of their remaining time.
From then on, Vincent split his days between his non-negotiable workout and dedicated Flight practice. Vegeta kept hammering away at Whis. Watching Vincent's "ridiculous" regimen only made him angrier.
Worse, that simple grind made Vincent's aura climb a little every single day.
For a second, Vegeta even considered copying it. Whis stopped him cold.
"Everyone has a path that matches their nature. Copying someone else's can stall you. Or worse."
Vegeta dropped the idea at once and went back to trading blows with the angel.
By the end, his growth was obvious. What had once been an impossible gap shrank to the point that, every so often, Whis actually lifted his staff to parry. Maybe Whis was humoring him, maybe not, but the speed and power gains were real.
As for Vincent, the two months inside the chamber were a near-qualitative jump across the board. Daily Flight training poured fuel on his mental growth too, pushing his spiritual stat past the three-thousand mark.
Name: Vincent Fox
Race: Human
Constitution: 9356
Spirit: 3021
Strength: 9123
Agility: 9112
Bloodline: Saitama Physique (awakened)
Innate Ability: Flame
Skills: Demon God Descent (upgradeable), Conqueror's Haki, Armament Haki, Observation Haki, Byakugan
A thunderclap sounded as Vincent willed his Flame ability to full burn. Like before, only his arms transformed, but the heat had become frightening. The instant he released it, the temperature within dozens of miles began to climb.
Whis nodded, pleased with both of them. The moment the two fighters squared up for another round, he stepped between them and raised his staff.
The orb at its tip flickered twice. A purple, feline visage appeared in midair.
Beerus.
"Hey, Whis, where are you? The Tournament of Power is about to start. Why aren't you back yet?"
"Oh, I nearly forgot."
Whis giggled, then cut the call.
He looked at them with rare seriousness.
"Are you ready? We are about to face champions from across multiple universes."
They both nodded.
"Good. Let's rendezvous with Goku and the others."
Whis lifted his staff. Light swept the chamber, and the three of them vanished.
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