Bottom of the pit.
Vegeta lay in the cold rubble.
His golden eyes stared at the gray sky, and the edges of his vision were dyed dark red by the blood dripping from his forehead.
Under the pride of being crushed by Jiren with one finger, the most primitive desire deep in Saiyan's blood began to boil.
That is definitely not a fear of death.
That is the greed for pure power and the ultimate fanaticism for fighting.
Vegeta opened his eyes suddenly.
In the golden eyes, the previous confusion and despair were swept away, replaced by absolute clarity.
Kakarot that Silver Form color Super Saiyan 5 Form,
Gohan's scarlet-eyed Beast posture,
And Broly, the violent green Aura that tore apart the planet, flashed alternately in his mind.
A wild smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He whispered to himself, "That's it, I understand."
Vegeta tried to move his body.
The severe pain of broken bones swept through his body like a tide in an instant.
He gritted his teeth, dug his hands into the charred black rock formations beneath him, and sat up with his upper body propped up.
The gravel slid down from his broken body, making a dull collision sound.
Blood seeped out from the torn wounds, dyeing the rocks beneath him a dazzling dark red.
He raised his head, looked through the shadow of the pothole, and looked directly at Jiren standing on the edge.
Jiren was like a gray statue, looking down at him quietly.
Vegeta took a deep breath, his legs trembled violently, but relied on inhuman willpower to stabilize his body and stood up unsteadily.
He looked directly at Jiren: "You are right, my attack is indeed too weak."
He slowly clenched his bleeding fists and said word by word, "That's because I have been following other people's paths."
Jiren's black eyes flashed with subtle fluctuations.
Vegeta raised the back of his hand and steadily wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He spoke coldly.
"Kakarot has his own way. That bastard has a simple mind and only becomes stronger for the sake of becoming stronger. This purity puts him at the forefront."
"Gohan also has his own way. That kid relied on his obsession to protect his family and forcibly fused the multiple forces in his body together."
"Even the Beast on top of Planet Vampa has his own path. Purely relying on blood instinct, the force will automatically push him forward."
His voice deepened, as if he was questioning his own soul.
"What about me? What is my Saiyan Prince Vegeta path?"
He asked himself this question countless times.
Every time I thought I found the answer, I would be ruthlessly crushed by reality.
But just now, at the moment when he was facing death, he found it.
Vegeta raised his head, his golden eyes burning with unprecedented ambition.
"I always thought that the only purpose of becoming stronger was to surpass Kakarot, but I was wrong."
"To truly become stronger, you need to see yourself clearly."
Jiren looked at him silently.
Vegeta endured the tearing pain and straightened his back.
"The most original and fierce power of Saiyan is not Super Saiyan at all, let alone Super Saiyan God."
"That's Great Ape."
The moment these words were spoken, the silent blood in his body seemed to hear an ancient call and began to stir wildly.
Vegeta raised his right hand and stared at his palm.
The palms of his hands were trembling involuntarily, and some ancient origin buried deep in the genes was awakening.
He said to himself, "Great Ape is the most basic and original combat form of Saiyan."
"That kind of power is violent, difficult to control, and can easily make people lose their minds completely, but it is the true source of Saiyan's power."
He clenched his fists hard, his sharp nails pierced his palms, and blood dripped from them.
Vegeta's voice became deep and full of oppression.
"And the reason why the royal family is called the royal family is not at all because of their natural combat prowess."
He raised his eyes suddenly, and his golden eyes burst into a heart-stopping light.
"It's because we can maintain absolute sanity amidst the most primitive violence!"
These words were like thunder, splitting open all the fog in his mind.
The cells unique to the royal family can keep them awake even at Great Ape Transformation.
This is the fundamental difference between the royal family and Low-Class Warrior, and it is also the most precious treasure that he has always discarded like worn out shoes.
There is no need for him to imitate the pure divinity of Kakarot.
There is no need to learn Gohan's emotional outbursts.
There is no need to completely become a slave to instinct like Broly.
What he wants to do is to completely control Saiyan's most original and violent Great Ape Power with the royal family's Absolute Rationality!
Put yourself above destruction.
This is Vegeta's unique path to kingship.
Vegeta suddenly laughed.
The laughter was low and hoarse at first, then became louder and louder, and finally turned into unbridled laughter.
Laughter surged over the wasteland, penetrating the dead air of Ruined Planet.
Krillin stood on the edge of the pothole, looking at Vegeta underneath, with a satisfied smile on his lips.
He whispered to himself, "Finally found it."
At the bottom of the pit, Vegeta stopped laughing.
The dark maroon Aura that was originally extinguished around him began to rekindle with a new frequency.