MTLNOVEL Chapter 45 Return
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Babidi's sinister voice echoed across the planet, spreading through the skies like a poisonous mist. Its reach extended for thousands of miles, eventually resonating all the way to Kami's Lookout.
Videl stood there, visibly unsettled. The last crisis hadn't even been resolved, and yet here they were, already spiraling into another catastrophe.
Her mind drifted to something Trunks had said when she first arrived at the Lookout:
Vegeta, Trunks' father, had entered the Hyperbolic Time Chamber… and hadn't come out. And now, something even stranger, there were tremors shaking the foundation of the Lookout, as if the very space beneath it was about to erupt.
Inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber
Vegeta had been trapped in the timeless void for what felt like a year. He remembered the day he entered it, Mr. Popo had strongly warned against going in at that time.
But Vegeta, as always, had ignored the warnings. In fact, just to stop Popo's nagging, he'd threatened to blast the entire Lookout to pieces. Originally, he'd planned to use the chamber for a brief edge, some solo training before Gohan and Trunks arrived.
But something had gone terribly wrong.
Unbeknownst to him, the entrance had disappeared. At first, he didn't notice, focusing entirely on his training.
Day after day passed.
Then came the realization: by now, time outside should have advanced. Gohan and Trunks should've been here already.
He turned toward the door, only to find… nothing.
No frame. No exit. Not even a seam.
Only the blinding, endless white void.
"What the…?!" Vegeta's brow furrowed. He ran toward where the exit should be, fists clenched.
There was nothing and that's when the weight of it hit him.
There was no door. No way out and no food left once the supplies ran dry.
He would die here, alone in this dimension, his body rotting in a world that didn't even age.
And worse… he'd never see Bulma, Bulla, or Trunks again.
A surge of panic hit him. Something he hadn't felt in years.
"No…! No! I refuse to be locked away like this! Bulma! Bulla! Trunks!" His voice echoed into the void. "I will break free, I swear it! I am the Prince of All Saiyans!"
A scream burst from his throat as he erupted into a golden flare, Super Saiyan. In the next second, he ascended further, lightning danced across his body as he pushed into Super Saiyan 2.
The air cracked with raw energy. His power roared to life, and the void trembled beneath its pressure.
But then… something strange began to happen. Vegeta staggered. His eyes widened as his pupils dilated. A vision appeared in his mind, not from the outside, but from deep within.
He saw a Great Ape howling at the moon. Then, in the blink of an eye, it shrank down, reverting into a tiny Saiyan baby.
It was himself.
The two forms flickered back and forth, Oozaru and infant, rage and innocence, bloodlust and legacy. Suddenly, his body began to pulse. S-cells, the latent biological key within Saiyan blood, activated at full force.
His flesh burned with raw energy. A primal roar left his throat as his power exploded outward. He felt his scalp itch as if on fire, and then his golden hair began to grow, lengthening all the way to his waist.
His brow lowered into a defined ridge. His eyebrows disappeared, and his aura burned hotter than ever.
Vegeta's fists trembled, not with fear, but ecstasy.
He had done it. He had shattered the chains holding him back for years.
"Hahahaha! So this is it… Super Saiyan 3," He growled through a satisfied grin.
He tightened his fists and threw a massive punch into the air. The impact alone cracked the void. Golden energy surged through every fiber of his being. It was overwhelming, pure, volatile, and beautiful.
He didn't hesitate. Power gathered in his palms as he charged his signature technique.
"Final… Flash!"
He launched the blast into the distance, light exploding across the dimension.
The white void lit up like a newborn star. The Hyperbolic Time Chamber was drowned in golden radiance. Vegeta floated there, heart pounding, muscles twitching. He had achieved what only a few Saiyans ever had. But unlike his first Super Saiyan transformation, he was in control this time.
He wouldn't let arrogance cloud him. Not again.
So, he chose to remain inside, for another month.
Not for pride.
Not for ego.
It was because his food supply was almost gone, and if he didn't escape soon, no power in the universe would save him from starvation.
If he didn't escape soon, he'd starve to death in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
That left only one option: use the full might of Super Saiyan 3 to tear a hole through reality itself.
After a month of grueling adaptation, Vegeta had fully mastered the unstable form. His stamina control had improved, his muscles were honed, and the once-punishing drain had become manageable.
Now, it was time to put it all to the test.
"HAAAAAH!!" he roared, his voice echoing into the white void.
Golden light surged around him as he ascended into Super Saiyan 3. His long hair whipped wildly, his aura shaking the very air.
He pushed harder, far beyond his comfort zone. Every muscle strained. The roar of his energy shook the void like an earthquake.
Then,
There was a flicker as a crack appeared in the void.
The white expanse in front of him split ever so slightly. A jagged tear formed, barely visible... but through it, Vegeta caught a glimpse of the Lookout.
His heart skipped but one crack wasn't enough. He needed an opening wide enough to escape. And then, like a knife in his gut, he felt it.
Three malevolent powers surged through the rift. Dark, twisted ki poured in like poison. It wasn't just strong, it was vile.
Vegeta's instincts screamed. And worse… he couldn't sense Trunks or Gohan anymore.
They were just gone.
"No... something's wrong. I can't feel Trunks." Vegeta's body trembled, not from exertion, but from fear, an emotion he rarely admitted.
Then came another surge of emotion: rage.
"RAAAAHHHH!!!"
His fury exploded. Power erupted from his core, detonating outward. The fissure ripped wide, forming a swirling hole.
But the energy that opened it also threatened to close it again.
Without hesitation, Vegeta dove forward, escaping the chamber at last.
Back on the Lookout, Vegeta landed hard, immediately suppressing his Super Saiyan 3 aura. No time for dramatics. He scanned the area.
Nothing.
No Trunks. No Gohan.
Only two figures stood nearby: Mr. Popo, and a young woman Vegeta didn't recognize, Videl, trembling and wide-eyed.
The two had clearly been waiting.
In a blur of speed, Vegeta appeared in front of Popo.
"Where's Trunks?! Why can't I sense him?! What the hell happened?! Has a new enemy shown up?!"
His voice thundered with urgency and desperation.
Popo flinched but responded immediately, no time to be delicate.
He recounted it all.
How Trunks and Gohan had gone off to confront Broly. How they hadn't returned. How their energy vanished without a trace.
"I'm sorry, Vegeta," Popo said quietly. "Their ki… it's gone."
The words struck like a death sentence. Time itself seemed to stop as Vegeta stood frozen. His thoughts, his entire world, went cold and gray.
"No… Trunks… gone?"
A storm of grief surged through him, threatening to consume every ounce of reason.
"I just got stronger to protect him. To protect them all. I was supposed to be stronger this time..."
The pain was unbearable.
The image of Trunks, his pride, his son, the one warrior who carried both Bulma's brilliance and Vegeta's fire, was now shattered.
And worse…
"The Dragon Balls are gone. Even Shenron can't fix this." Vegeta tilted his head back and screamed to the heavens: "TRUUUUUNKS!!! DAMN IT!!! HOW DARE THEY TAKE MY TRUNKS!!"
A shockwave erupted around him. Vegeta's aura sharpened, his entire being a blade of rage. He felt the evil energy. Still far… but traceable.
And he wasn't going to wait. With no more words, Vegeta took off, rocketing toward the source of that darkness.
(End of This Chapter)