A Hard Day's Night

"What is it?"

Artik disregarded Makoto. The power was good, but he had to be sad or angry...

He felt in his waistcoat and brought out the silver bell. A tear rolled down his face as electricty followed. His hair pulsed, and it set in. He was a Super Saiyan! He pocketed the bell, making sure Makoto was okay.

Makoto slammed his fist against a rock that was next to him. "To unlock the power of the Super Saiyan you must be in a situation that causes extreme distress to the point where you can no longer take it."

"Well does it matter? You're still super powerful." Cyril said a bit bitterly.

Makoto turned to Cyril. Cyril there is always going to be someone stronger then you. It is just how things work. The super Saiyan power can change that."

Artik blinked, not mentioning Makoto's surging anger...

"Yes, and you'll get it when there's someone more powerful than you and you wont really need it until then right? What I'm saying here is take a moment to appreciate you've just reached Super Saiyan again thanks to Artik."

Makoto look unamused. "He killed the last dragon so I think we are even."

Artik shook his head, gold hair swishing slightly. "But no. You'll never be strong enough. You never WERE strong enough. You couldn't protect the Earth or Vegeta. Zilo or Melody. Anyone. You are weak, Makoto. And you will never be strong enough."

Cyril left, completely unconcerned with the oncoming battle. "Bye guys!"

Makoto looked at Artik. "Your wrong. I did manage to peotect all of them. I did what you never could."

Artik smirked. "And I'm a Super Saiyan." He paced around him. "If you protected them, where are they, Makoto?" He grinned madly. "You.." he laughed, "You chose power over reviving you parents, your friends, innocent people, for power! That you can't even wield properly," he cackled.

Makoto suddenly stopped. "What did you just say?" Makoto could handle Artik taunting him about power but he would not let him talk about his parents. "You had better shut the hell up Artik."

"No!" Artik grinned, "No. You CHOSE POWER OVER MAKING UP FOR YOUR MISTAKES. That's fucked up."

Makoto slowly began to walk toward Artik. "At least I have a family you orange freak! Oh wait I forgot about Cheshire...oh wait.. SHE'S GONE TO!"

Artik smiled savagely. "Mhm. But at least I NEVER KILLED THEM."

Makoto gave an evil smile. "You doomed others to die though. Remember those little kiss you had? I do. They died because you weren't there to protect them. You killed your children."

Artik blinked. "Auron was with Krageta and Cheshire. We have no reason to believe any of them died. But, what about Zilo, hmm? That child of yours. As bad as your father. WORSE THAN HIM. You are a terrible father. I always cared about my children!"

Makoto began to laugh. "Is that what you think? Hmm?" Makoto began forming a grin. "The thing is that I happened to be very upset that day. So I went on a little rampage like usual. But something happened and I ended up killing children." Makoto grinned wider. "YOUR children."

Artik stared. "Now, Makoto. You didn't. That isn't how you work. You only mess up YOUR LIFE and the people who can help you. But... that would imply that I gave a damn about you anymore!"

Makoto walked up to Artik. "Oh no my friend. I mess up everyone's lives. Like the time I nearly killed Krageta or she i devoured an entire village. Killing your children was fun to me. And I do know that they were yours." Makoto was around ten feet away from Artik. "I remember Cheshire screaming as I incinerated the children she held to her. They made such a delightful sound."

Artik glowered at Makoto. "You bastard."

Makoto laughed again. "The best part was the last one. I popped its head clean off. It was so much fun. It was all made even better by Cheshire's screams for help and mercy. You should have seen her when I dropped the severed head into her lap."

Artik roared and fired a point blank Galick Gun.

BATTLE START
PL: 750K
Ki: 500,000-450,000x1.5=675,000 damage; 50,000 ki remaining
St: 125,000
Sp: 125,000

When Artik attacked something inside Makoto snapped. His power surged as his hair became golden as his eyes changed color. Unlike Artik's transformation, Makoto's was not powered by emotion. Makoto transformed due to the pure evil inside. Instead of the normal Saiyan blue Makoto's eyes turned blood red. Makoto let out a animalistic roar before returning fire. Makoto launched a twisted version of the kamehameha that was black and fluctuating instead of the normal blue beam. Makoto did not want to clash so when the beams hit eachother Makoto moved.

PL: 750,000
Ki: 550,000
Stamina: 150,000
Speed: 50,000
Ki used: 540,000 x 1.2 ki left 10,000