Frustration
The time is coming soon.
The day that your people will face your greatest opponent since the Enemy himself. This is an enemy that you know surpasses you, without any doubt. Because you have Seen it.
Four Golden Oozaru. that's what you used to face it. And that still wasn't enough. What else could you do?
Your skill isn't enough. Your body isn't enough. You need so much
more.
And so, you sit in a Sealed chamber that will hide your power, and then let it go free. You can feel the rush of unrestrained power, and you let it blossom to your full base might.
Right now, you were beyond every living saiyin even if you weren't wielding your full potential. Yet, you knew that this wasn't enough. This wasn't the Scouts, who you could so easily talk down and defeat. This wasn't the Faith, who regarded you as a demigod. This wasn't the nuclear bombs, which only needed you to find them.
This wasn't even your father, who you knew would still protect your people in the end.
This was so much more, and what you had simply wasn't enough. You couldn't lose. You risked something more than your friends and family. You risked your people.
You felt a weight settle on your shoulders. A weight that you hadn't realized existed. The weight you needed to shoulder for your ideals, to protect all that you cared for.
You took in a deep breath, and let loose the false moon. You looked at it, and took it in.
And you grew as your power doubled. And then you stood as a Great Ape. The world was so slow. Seconds weren't worth counting. You could keep up with units smaller and smaller then that with ease.
Not enough.
You roared as your aura flashed across the entire area.
And the world turned Gold.
With pure will, you drew forth from the well of power within you. As much as you dared. Time slowed even more, and your mind raced ever faster. This was your greatest achievement. The Golden Oozaru.
But still, even as you came close to straining the wards you wondered if this was enough. Your mind raced with your power, even as your body slowed with the transformation. Would this be enough, you wondered? Would this power be enough to aid you?
Perhaps it was enough, but you could not chance that.
Even with this, you couldn't face your foe.
Even with this, you weren't ready.
Grandpa, Grandma and dad were on your level, and you knew that in skill they certainly surpassed you. You should've been stronger.
You screamed in frustration.
You let it all out.
Jaffur was right.
And honestly you didn't know if this was going to be enough.
The weight of the world was on your shoulders, and you didn't know if you were enough.
You laughed. Was this how all the Z-fighters felt?
