Kale approached you nervously a few days ago, her gaze lowered, and her voice barely above a whisper. Her request was simple yet monumental: she wanted your help in mastering her Super Saiyan Rage, hoping to prevent herself from spiraling into that terrifying berserker state ever again. Her hands trembled as she spoke, a mix of fear and determination in her eyes. How could you say no?

Now, the two of you sit by a cascading waterfall, its roaring sound a constant backdrop to Kale's training. You've had her meditating here for hours, the serene setting meant to help her center herself. The sunlight filters through the treetops, dancing across the water and casting a warm glow on the young Saiyan. She sits cross-legged on a rock, her eyes closed, her breathing steady—a stark contrast to the chaotic whirlwind you first saw when she lost control.

It’s clear she’s making progress, so you call for a short break. At the sound of your voice, her eyes flutter open, a flicker of relief crossing her face. She stretches her arms above her head, letting out a small sigh before joining you on the grass for lunch. You’ve packed some simple food—nothing extravagant—but the way Kale gratefully accepts her portion, you’d think you were serving a feast.

As you both eat, she’s quiet, but there’s a contentment in her posture. Finally, she speaks, her voice soft but sincere.

“Thank you… for even doing this,” she says, glancing down at her hands, which rest in her lap. “I know it’s a bit of a tall order.” There’s a nervous chuckle, and her eyes dart up to meet yours for just a second before darting away again. “I don’t really have anyone else I can ask. I don’t want to burden Caulifla with this. She… she already has enough on her plate, and besides…” Her voice falters for a moment. “She doesn’t really get it—the fear of losing yourself.”

Her honesty catches you off guard. For someone as shy as Kale, opening up like this is no small thing.