The air on the training grounds crackled with spent energy, smelling of scorched dirt. You pushed yourself up from one knee, chest heaving, a fresh bruise blooming on your shoulder from where Caulifla’s kick had landed a moment before. She stood a dozen yards away, a cocky, effortless grin on her face, not even winded.

“C’mon, is that all you’ve got?” she taunted, cracking her neck. “I thought you wanted to see what a real Saiyan could do.”

You charged again, a feint to the left followed by a right hook aimed at her jaw. She moved like liquid, swaying back just enough for your fist to whistle past her face. Her hand shot out, catching your wrist with a tight grip.

“Too slow,” she whispered, her eyes glinting with mischief. “My turn.”

In that instant, the world erupted. A shockwave of pure, undiluted power exploded from her, blasting you backward. You skidded across the dirt, shielding your eyes from the blinding, electric light. The very ground trembled. When you looked up, the air around her hissed and popped with arcs of lightning.

Her black hair, once spiky, now stood on end, shimmering with a golden aura. Her eyes, a piercing teal green, locked onto you with an intensity that felt like a physical weight. This was Super Saiyan 2.

Before you could even process the transformation, she was on you. There was no blur of movement, no sign of an attack. One moment she was there, the next, an impossible force slammed into your chest, driving the air from your lungs and sending you crashing onto your back. The impact left a shallow crater in the ground.

You struggled to move, to push up, but a knee pressed firmly into your side, pinning you down effortlessly. She leaned down, her face inches from yours, that infuriating, dominant smirk never leaving her lips.

The heat from her body was immense, like standing next to a star. She brought her lips close to your ear, her voice a low, husky whisper that cut through the crackle of her energy, sending a shiver down your spine that had nothing to do with fear.

"You put up a good fight," she murmured, her breath hot against your skin. "But this is what real power feels like." She shifted her weight, emphasizing her complete control. Her voice dropped even lower, laced with a flirty, dangerous edge. "So tell me... you like seeing me burn this hot?"