Change of Pace

Punching, kicking, shouting at the top of your lungs. They were all very valid ways of getting stronger, but eventually it was hard to not begin to see it as some mundane routine if you kept doing it enough. Now don't misunderstand; as a Saiyan Zuci could never truly get bored of it even if all she had to hit were a bunch of rocks that couldn't handle her punching at full strength. So what did she do to switch up her training regimen after all of this time?

She sat atop one of the tallest bluffs there was, cross-legged and her arms lazily sitting on her knees in a half-baked meditative pose. Zuci's eyes were closed and her breathing slow but even; she had finally found the equilibrium between peace of mind and not going to sleep, and she had kept that up for a good half-four. She'd done some mental training as it were, imagining herself fighting some previous opponents and critiquing her own performance in her mind's eye. Could use better form there, missed opportunity there, that sort of thing. Her mind specifically kept replaying that fight against Gira on the Planet Namek- A loss to be sure, but one that annoyed her to absolutely no end.

Lost to a damn Earth-Saiyan? That girl lived on a planet with fresh air and knew far more of peace than Plant ever did, yet somehow pulled out a win against the trained from birth, combat bred Zuci. Granted she had help and it was close, but that didn't really matter to Zuci. She lost and she shouldn't have. Was there something she could have physically done to change the outcome? Obviously, but said something wasn't immediately clear to Zuci. Did it have something to do with her mental...?

Zuci opened her eyes slowly and stood up. Dusting herself off, Zuci raised her fist to eye level and closed and opened it a few times. Suddenly her arms went straight to her side and her Ki began to swell like never before.

The experience had made her stronger, that was for sure. In such a short amount of time compared to the rest of her life Zuci felt that she had grown leaps and bounds stronger than before, yet she still wasn't good enough. Not good enough to throw her weight around, not good enough for her name to be known around the galaxy and not enough to call herself King of the Saiyans.

And not enough to be a Super Saiyan.

Zuci grit her teeth; purple aura flares around her body and up towards the red, dirty sky. She crouches and began to scream, her voice booming out across the otherwise quiet bluffs like a maelstrom. Her power, forced to its peak continuously, cracked and eventually shattered the giant bluff she stood on top of. She stayed in the air though, trying her best to force a transformation into the legend. Internally she did feel something change- She felt her power absolutely slam what it was in her base state, but she didn't stop pushing her body beyond what it was supposed to handle. Eventually Zuci stopped with a shocking halt in her screaming, raising her head to look around wildly like she had no idea what had happened. Had she done it? Had she-?

Zuci grabs a strand of her hair and pulls it down in front of her face. ...No, no she hadn't. But this felt different than normal...

"This is like...when I transform into a Great Ape. Like that brat... Was I able to channel its power without a transformation? ...Baby steps, I guess."