The Legendary Super Saiyan.
According to what King Yama once told me and what I learned later on in my second life, it is a phenomenon that is destined to appear in the Saiyan race once every 10,000 years.
Beerus said that it was an annoyance, while Whis said that it is a rare genetic regression of the Saiyan DNA to its roots. The evil saiyans of Sadala.
Spiritually, it is supposedly a power that drives its wielder mad with the evil inherent in the blood of the Saiyans from the ancient past. A power that turns its wielders into mindless, berserk warriors that will continue to fight while their Ki continues growing and growing, until finally, the physical body is no longer able to contain it, resulting in an explosive end to the Saiyan who holds this power.
Physically, this mutation supposedly allows the wielder to access a form of Super Saiyan that is considered the 'strongest' of all.
For example, Whis said that the Legendary Super Saiyan form that I have is superior to the standard Super Saiyan 1 form. Similarly, when I learned to push this power beyond and achieved a state similar to the Super Saiyan 2, the Angel said that it, too, was superior to a standard Super Saiyan 2.
However, once again, the berserk problem never goes away as long as the mutated Saiyan never achieves peace with the 'inner beast' as Whis put it.
This stems from the theory that the Oozaru might have been the original form of the Saiyan race before they learned to condense their power and attain humanoid forms. A theory that I think might be true if Kakarot and Vegeta's strange forms back in my first life was anything to go by.
For a long time, I always believed that achieving inner peace with the Oozaru within me would be impossible. Mainly because my Oozaru is far more primal and berserk than a standard Oozaru form of a Saiyan.
However, all those beliefs came crashing down when mother took me in as her son and did whatever she did to make me her biological and divine son.
Somehow, the beast within calmed down significantly. Enough for me to establish peace with it.
This peace is how I was able to push myself in the past ten years to regain the peak of my power during my second life. A power that made Beerus take me at least a little bit seriously in a spar.
An honor that only Gogeta ever received when Kakarot and Vegeta formally unveiled that form to the God of Destruction.
It is also this inner peace that allowed me to recreate the power of Hakai to a certain extent. A power that Beerus and the rest of the Gods of Destruction wield and is very hard for most beings to control completely.
Of course, it is still a mere imitation, just like what Vegeta was experimenting with, but it is still the true essence of Destruction itself.
Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes and let go of all thoughts within my mind.
No more emotions. No more retrospect. No more thoughts on what has already happened and what is to come.
Only Destruction.
The Oozaru within me screamed in primal glee as madness dominated my mind.
Yet, soon enough, even that madness dulled and faded, leaving behind a primal, almost instinctual, thought.
Destruction.
That is all there is on my mind.
This is what Beerus was trying to teach Vegeta back then.
To wield the power of Hakai, one must have nothing but Destruction on one's mind. No thoughts, no emotions, just destruction.
A concept that took me so long to master in this life.
I raised my arm and made a chopping motion in the air while still in my meditative pose.
I cared not about the baleful purple Ki that now flared across my body. Neither did I care about the locks of purple that floated ethereally in my vision.
Destruction is all I see.
With the motion of my hand, my Ki moved out slowly, almost gently. As if it were a blade aimed to carefully cut away meat, not the embodiment of destruction itself.
I watched calmly as the Ki wave carved out the flesh in front of me. I watched with no emotion on my mind but Destruction as the power of Hakai overrode the king's regeneration.
Divine essence bled out of the wound as our prison shuddered in pain.
I pulled out as much of the divine essence as I could from the wound telekinetically before the wound slowly started to close.
A shame, really. It shows that my mastery over Hakai is nowhere near strong enough to completely annihilate anything and anyone like Beerus could.
But the initial success is there.
I could see how the Titan had to actively fight against the power of Hakai with his own domain of Time. Literally rewinding the time of his own flesh to recover the wound, instead of simply regenerating.
A testament to the power of Hakai that even the Titan of Time had to use time manipulation to heal himself.
With a sigh, I let go of the state of destruction that I require to use the power of Hakai. A mental space that makes me apprehensive most of the time how the mental state that I have dubbed 'The mind of destruction' feels far too comfortable for my inner Oozaru.
By this time, my siblings were already by my side, ready for the feast to begin.
I grinned and waved my hand, dividing the divine essence into equal parts for all six of us, before ingesting it like nectar, just like my brothers and sisters did.
This is how we have been sustaining ourselves in this prison for the past decade.
In this place, where my siblings have their divine essence heavily suppressed, if I had not devised this method to feed and bolster them, some of them might have long since perished in the worst case.
Even in the best case, they might have lost a lot of their power and would be nothing more than helpless victims waiting for a rescue.
But now, with my method, they are not helpless beings, and neither are they mere victims.
They are warriors, all of them. Even my sisters, who hate fighting physically. Because I would not have them remain helpless when they had so much potential within them.
My Saiyan blood demands that my siblings be just as strong as I. Failing which, they must reach the end of their potential. I will not accept anything less.
And even if my sisters prefer an indirect form of combat, they must still give their all and must still learn to fight from me so that they are at least able to defend themselves.
As we silently enjoyed the divine essence, reveling in the fact that we had once again stolen more of 'Father's essence to strengthen ourselves, we felt the world around us lurch.
It started with a tremor, as the fleshy walls of our prison bobbed and weaved, twisting and turning.
Then came the telltale sign that he had eaten or drunk something again.
Yet, unlike the Ambrosia that he usually ate or the Nectar he drank, this liquid smelled strange and repulsive.
And this repulsion was not just physical. I felt through my Ki sense, which had long since melded with my divine essence, as the strange liquid gave a conceptual feeling of repulsion.
Hera was the first to understand what was happening.
"This is it! Mother did it. We are about to be freed."
My siblings instantly perked up at the thought and got ready, tidying up their crude Chitons and Himation garments manifested from our suppressed divine essence.
I got up and prepared for what was to come.
"Remember the plan."
At my words, my siblings nodded and got ready.
Watching the stomach of the monster gurgle and heave, I felt my blood boil as an excited grin made its way onto my face.
'Finally. The time has come to end this imprisonment.'
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