Chapter Title: The Moment of Truth

  The festival raged on, but Zeelthar had already lost interest.

  Despite the loud music, the scent of roasting meat, and the wild energy of Saiyans clashing and drinking, his mind was elsewhere.

  His thoughts were heavy, tangled in the weight of old regrets and buried emotions.

  Then—

  Everything stopped.

  His breath hitched.

  His heart pounded in his chest.

  He turned his head slowly—as if afraid to confirm what his instincts were already screaming at him.

  And then he saw her.

  Bumma.

  For the first time in years

  Walking through the festival, her head held high, her piercing eyes scanning the crowd.

  She hadn’t changed.

  If anything, she looked even stronger than before. The way she moved—graceful, powerful, commanding.

  His hands clenched.

  Even now… even after all this time, she still made his chest tighten.

  Vekel noticed the shift in Zeelthar’s expression immediately.

  Vekel (grinning): "Well, well… Looks like someone caught your eye, brother."

  Zeelthar didn’t answer.

  Raigor followed his gaze, and his smirk widened.

  Raigor: "Oh. Oh."

  One of the other Saiyans at the table, a younger warrior named Rukal, whistled low.

  Rukal: "Damn… She’s still the most beautiful woman in Asraioth."

  Zeelthar’s jaw tightened.

  Another warrior, Jalak, leaned in with a cocky grin.

  Jalak: "I think I’ll go ask her to marry me."

  Vekel barely had time to react before Zeelthar’s entire body went rigid.

  Then—

  The entire festival shook.

  A pulse of raw, suffocating energy exploded outward, warping the air itself.

  The flames in the firepit flickered violently as the ground trembled beneath them.

  Jalak’s smirk vanished instantly.

  Yo I was joking

  Raigor, who had been laughing just moments ago, felt his throat go dry.

  Even the surrounding Saiyans in the festival halted their celebrations, instinctively turning toward the source of the pressure.

  Zeelthar’s eyes glowed a deep, burning crimson.

  But he stopped and relaxed

  Zeelthar : "ahh stop with the jokes "

  Jalak swallowed hard.

  haha I won't teas you again

  Vekel and the others immediately stepped in.

  Vekel (quickly): "Alright, brother, relax. No one’s taking her."

  Raigor (grinning nervously): "Yeah, yeah. No need to tear down the whole festival."

  Zeelthar’s breath was slow and controlled, but the rage in his eyes was unmistakable.

  Then, suddenly—

  His expression shifted.

  His intensity melted into something else.

  Something quieter. Something more raw.

  Because the moment he looked back at her…

  She was looking right at him.

  Bumma & Zeelthar – A Reunion of Unspoken Words

  Bumma had felt that power surge through the air.

  She knew it instantly.

  Zeelthar.

  She didn’t even have to look.

  She felt him.

  And when she finally lifted her eyes, their gazes locked.

  Time slowed.

  The chaotic noise of the festival faded into a distant hum.

  It was just them.

  Standing across the firelit festival, staring at each other.

  For a moment, neither of them moved.

  Neither of them breathed.

  Then, slowly, Zeelthar stood up.

  The warriors around him fell silent, watching with quiet anticipation.

  Then, without taking his eyes off her, he leaned toward one of his closest warriors and whispered something into his ear.

  The warrior nodded immediately and left the table, making his way toward Bumma.

  As the warrior approached, Bumma’s expression hardened.

  She already knew what this was.

  Warrior: "The Prince wants to see you."

  Bumma (firmly): "No."

  The warrior blinked.

  Warrior: "...It’s Zeelthar."

  Her breath caught.

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  For a brief second, she hesitated.

  But that second was all it took.

  "...Fine."

  She followed the warrior without another word, her heart hammering with every step.

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  Inside the Royal Hall – Just the Two of Them

  The roar of the festival faded behind them as Bumma stepped into the quiet, firelit halls of the royal chambers.

  Zeelthar was already there, waiting.

  She hesitated at the entrance, her sharp gaze studying him.

  He looked… different.

  The same warrior she had always known, but now carrying something heavier in his eyes.

  She exhaled.

  Bumma: "...Why did you call me here, Zeelthar?"

  Zeelthar didn’t answer immediately.

  Instead, he took a slow step forward.

  Then another.

  His expression unreadable.

  Then, finally—

  Zeelthar (quietly): "Because I can’t hold it in anymore."

  Bumma’s breath hitched.

  Her fingers twitched slightly, but she held her ground.

  Zeelthar’s eyes burned with something raw. Something real.

  Zeelthar: "I never told you."

  Bumma frowned.

  Bumma: "Told me what?"

  Zeelthar exhaled sharply, almost bitterly.

  Zeelthar: "That I loved you."

  The words hung in the air.

  For the first time, Bumma felt something shift in her chest.

  Something she hadn’t felt in years.

  Zeelthar: "That I always loved you. And I was too much of a damn coward to say it."

  The silence was heavy.

  The flames in the room flickered, casting shadows across his face.

  His hands clenched at his sides.

  Zeelthar: "I should have fought for you. I should have told you back then. But I didn’t. And I’ve regretted it every day since."

  Bumma stared at him, her expression unreadable.

  For the first time… she didn’t know what to say.

  Her heart was pounding.

  Her breathing was unsteady.

  Zeelthar (softer, almost breaking): "Say something."

  And that’s when she realized—

  The great, untouchable Zeelthar was afraid.

  Afraid of her answer.

  Afraid of what she would say.

  Afraid of losing something he never truly had.

  Bumma swallowed hard.

  Then, finally—

  She took a step closer.

  Chapter [X]: Wrath of the Forsaken

  Zeelthar’s Realization – A Lost Chance

  The cold night air clung to Zeelthar’s skin, but he barely noticed. He sat on the stone ledge, the city stretching out before him, its golden lights flickering in the distance. His fingers twitched against his knee, but his mind was somewhere far darker.

  Then, Bumma’s voice shattered the silence.

  "I have a son, Zeelthar."

  Everything inside him stopped.

  The distant sounds of the festival faded into nothing. The warmth of the night turned ice-cold. His fingers, once relaxed, slowly curled into a tight fist.

  A quiet chuckle left his lips—bitter, hollow, forced.

  "Tch… Too late, huh?"

  His voice was light, but his chest felt like it was caving in.

  He turned his head slightly, golden eyes locking onto her, searching for something—anything—to make this feel less like a dagger to the heart.

  But she wouldn’t meet his gaze.

  Why?

  "Where’s Kael?"

  His tone shifted. No more humor. Just cold, quiet expectation.

  Bumma hesitated.

  Then, she spoke.

  "Kael is dead."

  A faint ringing filled Zeelthar’s ears.

  For a brief moment, he forgot to breathe.

  The world around him blurred. His mind blanked. His heart slowed.

  Then—something inside him snapped.

  He exhaled slowly through his nose, his grip tightening on the stone ledge. The material beneath his fingers cracked.

  "You… got a child from another warrior, huh?"

  The words tasted like ash in his mouth.

  He forced a smirk, but it was lifeless.

  "Then maybe we’ll spar someday."

  But Bumma flinched.

  Her body tensed, her fingers tightening against her cloak. She turned away slightly, as if trying to hide something.

  "No," she whispered. "Don’t think about that. You’ll die."

  Zeelthar’s smirk vanished.

  His mind stopped.

  "What?"

  Her arms crossed over her chest, her voice barely audible.

  "Zeelthar… you don’t understand. You can’t fight him."

  A pit formed in his stomach.

  Something about the way she said it—**the quiet fear laced in her tone—**was worse than any insult.

  "Who?"

  His voice was low, dangerous.

  Bumma hesitated again.

  Then, she exhaled, her breath shaky.

  "It’s Cumber."

  The name slammed into him like a planetary collision.

  Zeelthar’s pulse spiked. His breath hitched. His fingers twitched violently.

  For the first time in his entire life—he felt cold fear.

  His mind instantly conjured an image of Cumber.

  The monster. The brute. The unstoppable force.

  The only Saiyan in history to make King Asraioth fear.

  And the only Saiyan who could stand against Yojiro.

  "No way…"

  His mind spun. His body locked up.

  Then another thought hit him.

  Cumber.

  Towering over Bumma. His crimson eyes gleaming with power. His dark energy pressing down on her.

  Had he—?

  "Did he take you by force?"

  Bumma’s eyes widened in shock—then horror.

  "What?! No—Zeelthar, it’s not like that!"

  But Zeelthar wasn’t listening.

  His blood was boiling.

  "I swear, if he—"

  His aura erupted.

  BOOM.

  The ground cracked violently beneath them. The air itself grew heavier.

  People at the festival froze.

  The music cut out instantly.

  Warriors turned, sensing the surge of raw power.

  Zeelthar’s hair quivered, flickering longer.

  Golden sparks flashed violently around his body.

  Even Bumma took a step back.

  "Zeelthar—stop!"

  His golden eyes locked onto her, burning with unfiltered rage.

  "How dare you think so lowly of me, Bumma?!"

  His voice wasn’t his own anymore.

  It was deeper. Darker.

  The sky above them rumbled. His aura flared like a storm.

  Bumma pushed forward, standing her ground despite the overwhelming force.

  "Listen to me!" she shouted, her voice desperate.

  "Even Asraioth was afraid of him! You can’t fight him, Zeelthar! You can’t win!"

  Zeelthar’s breath was ragged. His mind spiraled.

  Then, it hit him.

  If Asraioth feared Cumber… that meant only one Saiyan had the power to stand against him.

  "Only one of the legendary Saiyans yojiro…"

  His voice dropped to a whisper.

  Only Yojiro could match him.

  This wasn’t just about Bumma anymore.

  This was bigger than him.

  The Promise of Revenge

  Bumma’s voice pulled him back.

  "Should I leave now?"

  Zeelthar grabbed her wrist before she could turn.

  "Wait."

  His voice was lower now, almost pleading.

  "Tell me his name."

  Bumma looked at him with sad, knowing eyes.

  "Zeelthar—"

  "Tell me his name."

  His grip tightened slightly.

  She sighed. "His name is Gogeta."

  Zeelthar repeated the name in his head.

  Gogeta.

  He let go of her hand.

  She hesitated for a moment, then turned away, her red cloak billowing behind her.

  Zeelthar stood there, frozen, watching her disappear into the festival lights.

  His breathing was uneven. His muscles were tense.

  His mind was spiraling.

  "Cumber… took everything from me."

  He swore in that moment—

  "One day… I will defeat him."

  Then, he turned.

  And vanished into the night.

  The Breaking Point – A Saiyan’s Rage

  Zeelthar flew over the city at breakneck speed.

  His pulse was erratic. His breath was heavy.

  His mind was blazing.

  He reached the far battlefields beyond the city.

  And then—

  He screamed.

  The ground shattered beneath him. The sky rippled with his energy.

  His aura flared violently, reaching new heights.

  His hair flashed golden. Then—longer. Sharper.

  Super Saiyan 2.

  He screamed why can't I be the one to shake asraioth

  Lightning crackled around him. His muscles tensed like steel.

  He threw his fists into the ground—BOOM! The land caved beneath his fury.

  He screamed again—his throat burning, his lungs aching.

  Then—

  Laughter.

  A slow, mocking chuckle.

  From the shadows of the battlefield, a figure stepped forward.

  "Huh… what’s this?"

  Zeelthar turned, his golden eyes burning with rage.

  Gairok smirked.

  "What’s wrong, princess?"

  Zeelthar’s breath was ragged. His fists clenched. His entire body was trembling with raw fury.

  His golden aura blazed violently.

  "Tread carefully, Gairok."

  His voice was dangerous.

  Gairok grinned.

  "Or what?"

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  The skies over Asraioth were painted in deep shades of purple and black. A storm was forming, but it wasn’t natural—it was the result of Zeelthar’s overwhelming fury.

  His body burned with golden light, veins bulging, his breath sharp and erratic. His hands were clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, blood dripping between his fingers.

  The image of Cumber haunted his mind.

  *“Another Saiyan who makes Asraioth tremble?”* He grit his teeth so hard they almost cracked. *“How…? HOW?!”*

  The ground beneath him splintered as his energy erupted.

  The entire festival had gone silent, people staring in terror at the prince whose golden aura crackled with an unstable, violent storm. Saiyans stepped back. Some fled. Others simply watched, frozen in awe.

  Then, with a single leap, Zeelthar vanished into the sky, his speed tearing the wind apart. He shot across the city like a golden comet, heading to the barren wastelands where warriors settled their disputes.

  And there, under the dark sky, he screamed.

  A roar of pure rage, shaking the heavens. A sound so violent that the entire planet felt it.

  King Asraioth, in his throne room, opened his eyes, his cup of wine trembling in his hand. *“Hmph… the boy’s anger is something else.”*

  ---

  **Gairok – The Wild Berserker**

  Gairok stood on the highest rock, arms crossed, his bald head gleaming under the lightning-filled sky. His smirk widened as he felt the incoming surge of unstable, raw energy.

  Then, the golden light crashed down like a meteor.

  ***BOOM.***

  The earth split as Zeelthar landed, dust rising, the sheer impact causing cracks to race across the land.

  Gairok smirked. *“Huh. What’s wrong, princess?”* He cracked his knuckles. *“Got dumped?”*

  Zeelthar snapped his glare toward him, his golden eyes burning with raw aggression. *“Shut your mouth, Gairok.”*

  Gairok’s smirk didn’t fade. Instead, he stepped forward, arms still crossed. *“What, mad that your precious Bumma had a kid with some random guy?”* He snorted. *“Pathetic.”*

  Zeelthar didn’t answer. Instead, his aura flared wildly, and in an instant—

  ***BAM!***

  He punched Gairok straight in the jaw, sending him flying through three massive stone pillars.

  ---

  **The Battle Begins

  Gairok didn’t stay down. He wiped the blood from his mouth, then grinned. His aura exploded, revealing his own Super Saiyan 2 transformation.

  His body bulked slightly, electricity dancing around him. His muscles tensed, veins popping.

  *“Not bad,”* he muttered, rolling his shoulders. *“But I hit harder.”*

  Then he vanished.

  ***BOOM!***

  Zeelthar barely had time to react before a fist smashed into his gut, sending him rocketing backward. His body skidded across the ground before he flipped mid-air, stopping himself with a burst of ki.

  He was grinning.

  *“You’re still just a brute, Gairok.”* Zeelthar rushed forward.

  Their fists collided in a blinding exchange of speed and power. Zeelthar feinted a right hook, then pivoted into a **spinning back fist** that Gairok ducked, only to eat a knee to the ribs. Gairok retaliated with a **dragon tail sweep**, his leg arcing like a whip to trip Zeelthar, but the prince cartwheeled over it and countered with a **phoenix elbow strike** aimed at Gairok’s temple.

  *“Predictable!”* Gairok snarled, catching Zeelthar’s arm and twisting it into a brutal **shoulder lock**. Zeelthar roared, channeling ki into his free hand to blast a point-blank **Golden Burst Cannon** into Gairok’s chest. The berserker skidded back, his armor smoking, but laughed as he charged again.

  Zeelthar leapt high, flipping into a **dive kick**, but Gairok vanished in a flash of light, reappearing behind him with a **double axe handle smash** to his spine. The prince cratered into the ground, coughing blood, but rolled into a **low sweep kick** that sent Gairok airborne.

  Zeelthar fired a volley of **Razor Crescent Waves**—sickle-shaped ki slashes—that forced Gairok to zigzag through the air. One grazed his shoulder, drawing blood, but Gairok retaliated by hurling a **Chaotic Meteor**, a massive orb of crackling purple energy. Zeelthar crossed his arms, tanking the blast as it carved a mile-wide crater beneath him.

  *“Too slow!”* Gairok taunted, teleporting above Zeelthar with a **Hell’s Judgment**—a two-handed hammer strike fueled by ki. The prince barely dodged, the impact obliterating a mountain range in the distance.

  Zeelthar countered with a **Serpent’s Barrage**, a flurry of ki-enhanced jabs that morphed into a glowing serpentine energy beam. Gairok crossed his arms, gritting his teeth as the beam pushed him backward, his boots tearing trenches into the earth.

  Panting, Gairok wiped blood from his split lip. *“You know, Zeelthar… I never liked you.”*

  Zeelthar spat crimson, his golden aura flickering. *“I could say the same.”*

  Gairok’s grin turned venomous. *“You and your brother, veil. Walking around like you own the future. But after I kill you, the asraioth throne will be mine.”*

  Zeelthar’s eyes narrowed. *“A coup? You’re dumber than you look.”*

  *“We’ll see!”* Gairok roared, his aura surging as he unleashed a **Titan’s Onslaught**—a relentless combo of ki-charged uppercuts, grapples, and bone-shattering knees. Zeelthar blocked desperately, but a **spinning heel kick** shattered his guard, followed by a **palm strike** to his sternum that cracked the ground beneath him.

  ---

  **Zeelthar’s Desperation**

  Zeelthar staggered, blood dripping from his nose. Gairok pressed his advantage, locking him in a **vice grip** and slamming him repeatedly into the earth. *“Pathetic! Is this all the prince of Asraioth can do?!”*

  With a roar, Zeelthar erupted a **Nova Pulse** from his body—a radial explosion of golden ki that blew Gairok back. He followed with a **Sky Ripper**, a soaring uppercut that launched Gairok into the stratosphere. The prince rocketed after him, their fists colliding mid-air in shockwaves that parted the storm clouds.

  But Gairok was faster. He twisted mid-punch, snatching Zeelthar’s wrist and hurling him downward like a meteor. *“DIE!”* he screamed, firing a **Void Cannon**—a black-and-purple energy beam—that chased Zeelthar’s plummeting body.

  **The Awakening**

  Zeelthar hit the ground, the **Void Cannon** detonating in a cataclysmic explosion. Gairok landed, grinning… until the smoke cleared.

  Zeelthar

  You asked for It now I'm go all out

  Zeelthar stood in the epicenter, his body trembling, hair beginning to lengthen. The earth quaked as raw power surged from his core.

  AaaaaaaaaaaawAAAAAA

  *“No… way…”* Gairok muttered, his smirk dying.

  The entire planet was shaking some people in their houses what is happening is there a nuclear test or what some Saiyan fishmen a fisher diving underneath water he almost lost his breath and got out of water ocean and flew out crewmates scream hey tell him to get out of here it's to dangerous the fishman asks them what is happening why is the planet shaking one their leader steps up probably someone out there he rages with a huge power level hell yeah he looks at his crew mates see boys that's what you get when ya train hard

  Zeelthar’s roar split the sky as his hair exploded into the wild mane of **Super Saiyan 3**, his aura twisting into a hurricane of golden lightning.

  The battle was far from over.