"Ninety Four... Ninety Five... Ninety... Six--!" Grunts and pants could be faintly heard, as in the blazing hot sun forced its heat onto those within Earth's desert. The golden sand was gently crushed under his boots, the gruff scratching could be heard as the unfortunate training was forced through. Caspin grunted, performing weighted crunches, holding a abominable sized Boulder over his crown. "Ninety Seven... Ninet-ty eight... Ninety Nine! One Hundred!!" The Saiyan roared, as he crushed the boulder over his knee. The large block of carbon crushing into half a dozen pieces. The radiating heat almost forcing him to drown in his own sweat, wiping the drops from his forehead. Brushing his foul excuse of a hairstyle out of his face, his tangled locks heavy with his own sweat. Rolling his shoulders, "Alright, let's keep goin'" he mumbled to himself. Scooping his hands up and hurling the rocks into the air, with ludicrous speed. Cupping his hands as he channeled his energy into his palms, firing a Gatling barrage of Ki blasts. Hitting dead on, as the miniature boulders blasted into nothing but dust that added to the endless sea of sand.

Caspin tensed his arms, looking at his veins pulse from his shredded biceps and wrists. Flexing as he noticed some obvious muscle growth from the training he performed the other day, channeling his Ki below himself as his boots slipped right off the golden sand. His hollowed eyes looking up at the blue sky, and glistening sun, his head leaned back as he hummed. Adjusting his neck and moving his head side to side, it really was an endless sea of sand. His head turning to see a plentiful mountain of boulders, mountains across the horizon as he hummed softly. Holding his palm out, and firing a condensed blast of Ki. The blast firing at high speeds and imploding a group of boulders. Several thoughts swam through his mind, how was he going to achieve this myth known as Super Saiyan? This myth that would make him the strongest man on Earth, let alone the Northern Quadrant. He must in order to muster up enough strength to be labeled as the strongest, and to dethrone the so called Queen of the Saiyajin Domain.

Gripping his fists tightly, the Mercenary Scion gritted his teeth. His blood pumping and flowing through his veins at an accelerated pace, his power level increasing higher and higher. His energy and aura radiated brightly, whipping up a sandstorm. His loud roars echoing out and being heard by the cities, his Ki flow erupted to where his power level doubled. Looking at himself yet no true improvement other than something that seemed to be relying on a time limit... Anger began to fuel his lungs as he roared in utter fury. "WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHYYYYYYYYY!" He shouted in a complete fit, his Herculean physique bulging through every tense and cry.

It was almost useless... All of it. His attempts to strive to achieve that legendary strength, that legendary potential... No! He wouldn't have any of it, he had to train over and over without a doubt. He refused to sit there and weep, to sit there and be rendered useless by a minor set back. In order to be King, he had to take it, he had to work for it. He needed to otherwise what point would his life have? This idolisation, fixation on reaching this supernatural point would seem to be his downfall, his unavoidable demise if he continued to follow down that path. Yet, through sheer will, and determination. He resisted, gripping his fists and tensing the well cut flesh of his body. Turning to the mountain sat directly in the middle of the desert, blasting himself toward it like a cannonball. Slamming himself into the mountain, as he swung wildly and began to pummel it. His fists making contact with the rubble, crushing it over and over as he left craters of his own. The booming sound echoing out as it raged through the desert, the mountain tipping over onto the raging Saiyajin. With haste he took notice of this, as the mountain tip fell onto his shoulders. Caspin grunted yet through sheer determination he lifted the mountain peak high, out of anger and dropped it off his shoulders. The mass of stone slammed into the golden floor, burying itself in its own crater of sand.

"I will exceed all expectations... Whatever it takes..." The man whispered to himself as he panted, noticing an familiar feeling. Sweat, of course! Rubbing the side of his of his head, to wipe away the fluid. Pulling it away and looking at it... His pupils enlarged, his hollow eyes staring at an unfamiliar colour. Crimson... It was blood, maybe he received it from all the rubble that fell on him previously. He didn't quite know himself to be fair, holding his hand onto his wound. Descending from the skies, he slowly brought himself down to surface level. His boots softly kissed the golden sand before crushing underneath him, each and every grain crumbling under his abnormal weight. Removing his palm from his wound and wiping the Crimson onto his top, the blood seeping into every thread and fibre of his clothing. Staining it with Crimson as he sighed, his palms dried up and rough due to the heat. The red were smudged his finger tips, dried and dark. Looking at the mountain peak that he had thrown off his shoulders, holding his dried palm out. His Ki fluctuating through his very being wildly, his pasty white aura framed his masculine physique. "I should get a meal... After this." He whispered, blasting away the mountain tip to nothing but boulders and stones. Groaning as he rolled his shoulders, and began to pat down his tensed muscles. "Guess that's enough training for the day..." Caspin hummed, blasting himself up and away to the nearest city. The sun slowly descending over the horizon, extinguishing as it slowly gave time for the opposite celestial body to rise.

One of these days... Caspin will achieve his dream, to become the legendary Super Saiyan and to be recognised as the strongest of them all.