Goku lowered his hand, his aura dimming to its familiar golden hue. Vegeta, ever the proud prince, allowed a rare smile to break through his stoic façade. The rivalry was still there, but beneath it lay a new respect—a shared secret that only the two of them could truly understand.

Goku smiled, the kind of smile that seemed to brighten the very air around him. “All the time. But I never imagined the colors would be this… vivid.” He lifted his hand, and a ripple of light spread across his palm, turning the air around him a soft, iridescent teal.

“Did you ever think we’d get this far?” Vegeta asked, his voice low, the usual sharpness softened by the strange stillness of the place.