Goldener Oozaru: Electric Boogalo
AN: Not super happy with how this came out, but wanted to get it out nonetheless.
There's more to this, you know.
The Golden Oozaru is brilliant - the fur gleaming bright with the power of your ki, amplified by the titanic strength of the primal power your race had long abandoned.
Until you transformed.
You growl, and frame your hands - power drawn from deep within you in a furious blast, life force intermingling with your overdriven strength to hammer a vast hole into the sea, white light burning away even further then you can see.
It's
strong - stronger then anything else you have, stronger then you would have dreamed possible, without killing yourself with the kaioken - but it's not enough.
Not enough to face the arcosian war lords, not enough to face what you have waiting for you, back home, and certainly not enough to brave through the fires of hell.
You need more - not just the incrementally advantages eked out with refinement of techniques or your ki.
You need to be stronger, and you need every little bit of that you can get.
You blink as a memory flashes by.
A memory said:
It's a flash of intuition, something that Sensei has told you to look for. It's just on the edge of your consciousness, but you grasp onto it and follow, because you need something -- anything. You grab onto it, and dig deep for power. Deeper and deeper, not that you know why, because this isn't your normal form and what works there won't work here, but-
Oh. Of course. It's so obvious. Super Saiyan isn't something that swells the pool of your base power, after all. It's you digging into a reservoir of strength apart from your base strength.
Why wouldn't you be able to use it now?
With a mighty bellow, you dig deep, and transform.
If one discarded path can become yours to wield, then…
Why not another?
You scream, every tiny scrap of your power surging out of you, a full-throated roar to the heavens as you dig deeper. You reach for more strength then any saiyan has wielded in perhaps hundreds of years, the earth shattering beneath your feet as a storm of power forms around you.
Lighting spills out from your mind, thunder clapping as your muscles start bloating.
Your arms bulge, your legs swell, your whole build stretching and crackling with strength as you drag out the power of the ultimate form - over a hundred million units even as the shade you are.
It's dense, too - the same solidity and depth of your strength translates to even this, and the raw pressure running through your veins is impressive but…
You throw out a few experimental jabs, each sending ripples through the air as you are forced to constantly adjust for the sheer mass of your body.
You frown, tamping down a quiet surge of the anger of your primal form.
It's useless.
The speed drawback of both forms compound - even as an Oozaru you can be a sitting duck for a peer opponent, and this is far far worse.
You take a deep breath as you let the form fade back, the swelling fading back as you try to think of what you
can do with this.
It's still more - more strength to gift, more power to throw around against spells, more durability and more oomph behind your blasts, if you ever need that, but…
You flinch, thinking back to the false vision you saw oh so long ago, of what could happen if you took the next step along the path of the forms laid out before you, shrinking back down to your human form as you try to think this through.
It's… something, and even an exciting discovery, in a way.
It's just… not enough.
So, you clean off the lingering hairs, take a minute to breathe, and meditate on what you
can use, in the coming battles.