Vegeta — (ベジータ)

"Tch... it's still not enough."

Vegeta sat perched atop a massive, jagged rock, his legs crossed in a tight meditative stance. Above him, the sky was a vast, piercing expanse of cerulean blue, nearly devoid of clouds, offering no distraction from his internal struggle. The wind howled through the surrounding forest, forcing the sturdy trees to bend and sending a frantic rustling through the leaves, yet the Prince of Saiyans remained as still as a statue. His brow furrowed, eyes closed tight as he focused every ounce of his willpower on the churning energy within his core. Every muscle in his body was taut, vibrating with the suppressed urge to erupt. He wasn't just training his body; he was battling the very limits of his existence. He could feel Kakarot's shadow looming over him even here, a constant, irritating reminder that his current power was merely a stepping stone. He wouldn't stop—he couldn't—until he transcended everything.