Krillin: *Krillin flinched as another fissure split open near his feet.* So... you're seriously telling me that two hormonal half-Saiyans are becoming a god?
Yamcha: *Yamcha swallowed hard, sweat beading on his forehead.* Yeah... a god that's currently trapped inside a planet-sized golden cocoon with a serious energy output.
Vegeta: No you dumbnuts... Not a God, two of them. Ozark isn't one, Ozark is never one. Ozark is always two individuals... *Vegeta spat in annoyance like he's surrounded by a group of idiots.*
Piccolo: *Piccolo's eyes widened, suddenly grasping the gravity of the situation.* Wait, so... the Ozark isn't just a being, it's a bond?
Vegeta: Is there something wrong with your ears Namakian? Haven't I just said that? *His irritation is showing and so is his physique. His energy level getting a terrible notch.*
Piccolo: *Piccolo shot Vegeta a glare but didn't rise to the bait. His voice was calm but urgent.* Then you understand what this means.
Vegeta: *Vegeta snarled through clenched teeth.* Of course I do. They're not just transforming into some legendary ape—they're becoming a single dual force, bound by blood and instinct. Two halves of one primal entity.
Goku: *Goku's eyes flicked between the cocoon and his son's fading ki signature.* So even when they shift back… they won't be separate again, not really?
Vegeta: No, *Vegeta growled,* they'll share something deeper than fusion ever created — a soul-deep resonance. The kind that can't be broken without destroying them both. *He sighed, feeling almost completely drained.* I've only ever been told stories by my father of the Ozark, but never witnessed it firsthand, so this is all new to me too. But I suspect that this transformation is going to alter more than their power output. So don't be surprised if your brat doesn't have black hair no longer, Kakerot, *Vegeta ended with a mocking smirk.*
Goku: *Goku blinked at the words, stunned.* Wait... you mean they could lose their human traits entirely?
Vegeta: *Vegeta shrugged, though his eyes remained locked on the pulsing cocoon.* The Ozark is pure Saiyan heritage reborn. Hair? Eyes? Those are Earthling affectations—weaknesses bred by soft lives. If the transformation completes...
A deep, resonant growl echoed from within—the sound not of rage, but of awakening.
Vegeta: *He concluded* ...they will wear their true form.
Piccolo: *Piccolo's voice was grim.* White hair. Red eyes, maybe. Like Broly... but refined. Not madness—majesty.
Goku and the other fighters exchanged terrified glances.
Krillin: *Krillin's voice shook.* Like... like Broly?
Piccolo: *Piccolo's mouth pressed into a hard line.* Worse. Broly was a wild child—a force of wrath, not wisdom. The Ozark represents the pinnacle of pure, ancient blood. It embodies the purest instincts of our species... which makes it unpredictable.
Suddenly another titanium plate shifted, but it shook the ground and thus caused a chain reaction, sinking a mountain in the process.
Tien: *Tien stumbled, nearly losing the Tri-Beam.* Damnit... how much more can the ground take?
Gohan: At the rate this is going... not a whole lot. *Gohan muttered, his eyes darting from fissure to fissure.*
One single fissure went unnoticed, directly in the center and cracked further and further, like a spiderweb, outwards.
Piccolo: *Piccolo's eyes widened as the fissure continued to widen.* There's a weakness. A pressure point—a direct center of gravity where the energy is gathering for a final push.
Gohan: *Gohan tensed, stepping backwards along with the others.* You mean... the transformation is just about to complete?
Vegeta: I think it's about high time, how long has it been? *Vegeta asked with a snork.*
Tien: *Tien gritted his teeth, still maintaining the Tri-Beam.* Hours. At least five solid hours of this relentless pressure.
Goku: *Goku wiped sweat from his brow, muscles trembling.* Feels like days…
Suddenly—A deep, resonant thrum pulsed through the air—the cocoon collapsing inward for a brief second before expanding again with blinding force.
Vegeta: It's happening! *Vegeta barked.* Everyone brace yourselves—this is going to be worse than anything we've ever felt!
Short before his words turned cold, an intense force of energy threw everyone back as the cocoon shattered into millions of smithereens.