Raziel's Conflict – The Weight of the Past
A silence hung between them.
Raziel hesitated, his grip loosening.
Then—he let go.
Caulifla hit the ground, but she didn't flinch. She simply stayed there, watching.
Raziel turned away, taking a few slow steps forward. His shoulders slumped slightly, his posture no longer rigid with dominance—but with something else.
Something buried deep.
Something lost.
Raziel:"...No matter what you try to make me become… I'll never be a Saiyan."
His voice was steady, but laced with something fragile.
He lowered his head, his arms hanging limply at his sides.
Raziel:"Even before this body was a Saiyan… when it was just a weak human shell… I wasn't human either."
His fingers twitched.
Raziel:"I don't belong to anything. I'm completely empty."
He exhaled, his breath shaky.
Raziel:"All I know how to do… is fake it. Fake everything. Pretend to be what others want me to be… because that's all I am. A mimic. A hollow reflection, built to fulfill what others expect of me."
His gaze remained on the ground, as if searching for something that wasn't there.
Raziel:"I… I never moved past it. The loss of my 'brother'… the way everything shattered… I never put it behind me."
His hands clenched into fists, but not in anger.
Raziel:"I never learned how to be myself again."
The words hung in the air.
Raziel:"I don't even know what 'myself' is anymore."
A bitter chuckle escaped him.
Raziel:"All I do is mimic… trying to please others. Trying to be whatever they expect."
A pause.
Raziel:"But I lost even that. I lost the ability to fake it properly… without falling into hatred."
His fingers loosened again.
And for a moment—
He felt as small as he did back then.
Caulifla's Reaction – The Fire of a Saiyan
Caulifla remained on the ground, staring.
This wasn't what she expected.
Not this… broken, uncertain version of him.
She had pushed him to break free from his hesitation—
And he had.
But now—
She saw something deeper.
Something beneath the surface.
Her brows furrowed.
She slowly stood up, brushing the dust off herself.
And then—
🔥 WHAM! 🔥
She punched him in the back of the head.
Not hard enough to do real damage.
But hard enough to make her point.
Raziel stiffened, caught off guard.
Caulifla:"Tch. Idiot."
He turned slightly, confused.
She scoffed.
Caulifla:"You really don't get it, do you?"
She crossed her arms, her tail swishing behind her.
Caulifla:"You think we fight because we wanna 'fake' something? That we push ourselves just to be what others expect?"
Her voice was firm.
Caulifla:"No. We fight because it's the only way to find out who the hell we really are."
She took a step closer.
Caulifla:"Saiyans don't 'mimic.' We don't 'fake it.' We fight. We break our limits. We shatter whatever chains try to hold us back. And we find our own way forward."
Her eyes narrowed.
Caulifla:"You think you're empty?"
🔥 WHAM! 🔥
She punched him again—this time, in the chest.
Caulifla:"Then fill yourself with something real, damn it!"
Raziel barely reacted.
Not because it didn't hurt—
But because he didn't know how to respond.
Caulifla:"You keep talking about 'not knowing how to be yourself'—but look at you! Right now, standing here, after pushing me to my damn limit—you think that's fake?"
She shook her head.
Caulifla:"No way in hell. That's real. That's who you are. Right there."
A pause.
She smirked.
Caulifla:"You just haven't figured it out yet."
She cracked her knuckles.
Caulifla:"So stop sulking and fight me again."
Raziel blinked.
Raziel:"...What?"
Caulifla:"You heard me! Get your ass back in the ring!"
She grinned.
Caulifla:"If you're so lost, then fight your way out of it. If you don't know who you are—then become the strongest damn version of yourself until you figure it out."
She got into stance.
Caulifla:"That's what it means to be a Saiyan."
🔥 BOOM! 🔥
Her aura exploded around her.
Her challenging smirk never left her face.
And for the first time in centuries—
Raziel felt a different kind of fire inside him.
Not one of destruction.
Not one of rage.
But something else.
Something new.
Something he wasn't faking.
And then—
He smirked back.
🔥 And the battle was on. 🔥
Raziel's Growth – Fighting Like a Saiyan
Raziel hesitated, still surprised by Caulifla's intensity.
Then—he grinned.
🔥 Raziel:"Well… I already tried being the best version of myself before… but maybe this new way—"
🔥 WHAM!
A sharp punch to the face.
Raziel stumbled back slightly, blinking in shock.
🔥 Caulifla:"Less talk, more fight!"
Raziel chuckled, rubbing his cheek.
🔥 Raziel:"Heh… I never met anyone this passionate with me… I like it!"
Without hesitation, he lunged forward—
But Caulifla was faster.
🔥 WHAM!
Another counter.
🔥 WHAM!
Another hit.
🔥 WHAM!
And another.
Raziel wasn't a fighter.
And once again, he was at a disadvantage.
A Brutal Training – The Saiyan Way
Caulifla went all out, not holding back.
She didn't care how much damage she was dealing.
And neither did Raziel.
Somewhere along the way—
He forgot about pain.
He stopped feeling it.
All he felt was the exhilaration.
The adrenaline.
The excitement.
He was having fun.
Raziel's Instinct Awakens – The Power of Determination
🔥 WHAM!
🔥 WHAM!
🔥 WHAM!
Punch after punch.
Blow after blow.
At first, Raziel struggled.
But then—
He started adapting.
🔥 He mimicked her movements.
🔥 He read her attacks.
🔥 He reacted faster.
Until finally—
🔥 BAM!
Raziel caught her fist.
Caulifla's eyes widened slightly.
She smirked.
🔥 Caulifla:"Hah! Took you long enough!"
The battle continued.
It was brutal.
It was relentless.
And it was everything a Saiyan could ever want.
Aftermath – The Exhaustion Kicks In
Hours.
Days.
They didn't know how long they had been training.
By the time they finally collapsed onto the ground, their bodies refused to move.
Both were gasping for air.
🔥 Raziel:"Hah… Hah… I didn't even notice I was bleeding!"
He stared at the wounds on his arms and chest, a few of them still trickling with blood.
🔥 Raziel:"I guess I'm like a kid, huh? When I'm too excited, and mostly, doing something with someone, I completely lose sensibility and stop feeling pain."
🔥 Caulifla:"That's good to know!"
She smirked, still lying on her back.
🔥 Caulifla:"Because that means we can train as hard as we want and focus only on getting stronger!"
Raziel grinned.
Without hesitation—
He healed himself and immediately got back up.
🔥 Caulifla:"Tch. You're nuts."
🔥 Raziel:"I guess you're rubbing off on me, girl!"
Raziel's Saiyan Instincts Evolve
Something was changing in Raziel.
🔥 He was becoming more determined.
🔥 He was fighting longer.
🔥 He was recovering faster.
His determination was bleeding into his instincts.
And his Saiyan blood was feeding it.
His body wanted more.
More fighting.
More power.
More strength.
And then—
After who-knows-how-many hours of training—
🔥 THUD.
They both collapsed onto the ground.
Too exhausted to continue.
Raziel was giggling through his heavy breaths.
🔥 Raziel:"Hah… I totally forgot how fun it is to be with someone… or mostly… to have a friend!"
He turned his head slightly, looking at Caulifla.
🔥 Raziel:"I always thought monsters were better than humans… but Saiyans? Saiyans are something else!"
🔥 Raziel:"Even if you all look like humans… you're definitely better than them!"
He smiled, his childish excitement radiating off of him.
🔥 Raziel:"So tell me, girl… How do you Saiyans live normally?"
Caulifla's Response – A Saiyan's Life
Caulifla, still lying on the ground, grinned.
🔥 Caulifla:"Hah! 'Normally?' There ain't anything 'normal' about us, faker!"
She sat up, stretching her arms.
🔥 Caulifla:"Saiyan life is simple! We eat, we fight, we get stronger—then we do it all over again!"
She clenched her fist, grinning.
🔥 Caulifla:"There's nothing better than testing your strength against a strong opponent! You fight, you win, you lose—but either way, you get stronger!"
She looked at Raziel with a smirk.
🔥 Caulifla:"That's why I love it. That's what it means to be a Saiyan."
Raziel laughed.
🔥 Raziel:"I gotta say… I think I'm starting to love it too."