The Zanzabee erupted from Goten's hands—not a vibrant, colorful blast, but something corrupted, dark and swirling like storm clouds. The energy warped the air as it screamed toward Goku.
Vegeta: *He's—still trading blows with Melody—glanced over.* The hell is that?!
In the moment the blast distracted Vegeta, Melody's fist connect with his jaw, at a force that made him see stars. Vegeta's head snapped to the side—the impact so brutal it sent him spinning mid-air before he crashed onto his back. Melody didn't pause. She leaped, aiming a devastating axe kick at his chest. Vegeta managed to avoid it just in the nick of time. He rolled aside, the kick splitting the ground where he'd just been.
Vegeta: *He panted—his jaw already bruising.* Tch… you pack a hell of a punch, girl.
But before he could recover, Melody was already reloading—her fist rearing back for another strike. No mercy, it's clearly written all over her complexion.
Vegeta: *He gritted his teeth—he liked this. A real fight, no holding back.* Good! *He growled, meeting her next punch with a clash of forearms—the shockwave ripping up the earth beneath them.*
As their punches continues, Goku managed to avoid a full out hit from Goten's energy blast. He watched in horror as the dust settles behind him, now way up in the air, at the gigantic crater where he had stood moments before. Goku's blood ran cold. That crater was massive—far bigger than anything a normal Zanzabee could do. He snapped his focus back to Goten, who stood calmly—already charging up another dark spiral of energy in his palms.
Goku: Desperate times needs desperate measures, *Goku whispers mostly to himself, as he powers up their signature move.*
Goku's body erupted—golden Ultra Instinct flaring as he charged the Kamehameha, his hands trembling from the effort. Across the field, Vegeta finally broke away from Melody—both panting but still locked in battle. The prince saw Goku's move and smirked.
Vegeta: About time.