After having sullied her gloves with the blood of bandits, the Saiyan decided she needed to train more... to focus more. She went to a cold wasteland, flying there, where there would be none to interrupt and none to bother her as she trained. Upon getting there, she powered up fully, and began to go about the cold mountainous region blasting rocks and expending every single bit of her energy, tossing rocks in the air and blasting them, time and time again. For almost full days at a time, she expended all of her energy, little by little, then ate a dinner and slept... before waking up to do the same thing.
Days passed, and then weeks, until finally she woke up one evening, to stare directly at the moon above. She felt the tingling in her tail, the surge of bestial power, the desire for destruction filling her mind... she sat up, and held her forehead in her palm, grunting as she resisted it... her body growing and shrinking, fur appearing and disappearing as she expended her willpower fighting the transformation.
And not only her willpower, but also consciously expending the energy that the transformation was attempting to give her, firing blast after blast at the mountain, unfocused blasts that were spectacular to watch but did little damage to the mountain aside from scorching it. Eventually she switched to firing beams of fire instead of ki blasts, burning the mountain and even turning some parts of it to glass, but expending even more energy because of the technique she wasn't used to, until the moon went down, and her power was drained, utterly. She could not lift a hand to feed herself, so she just collapsed on her back and fainted. And then the next morning... she awoke to the same thing.
"Damn... damnitall...! This is rediculous... I do NOT want to transform!" She stumbled a bit as she stood up, and slammed her fist into the ground... creating a fissure starting from the fist and going to the mountain. Her roar could be heard throughout the mountains, the roar of a monster about to lose control. Fortunately for the world, Aleah never did. King Kai's training finally gave her the edge she needed, and she suppressed the energy waves emitted by the moon. Indeed... she felt at peace with herself now, somehow... as if now, she could activate the transformation whenever the moon shone upon her, but she didn't have to.
For the first time in a long time, Aleah smiled honestly. Finally... she could get back to her stamina training... long, hard, and repetitive training that took a lot of discipline in order to stick to it... discipline that she, a Saiyan warrior, most assuredly had.
Days passed, and then weeks, until finally she woke up one evening, to stare directly at the moon above. She felt the tingling in her tail, the surge of bestial power, the desire for destruction filling her mind... she sat up, and held her forehead in her palm, grunting as she resisted it... her body growing and shrinking, fur appearing and disappearing as she expended her willpower fighting the transformation.
And not only her willpower, but also consciously expending the energy that the transformation was attempting to give her, firing blast after blast at the mountain, unfocused blasts that were spectacular to watch but did little damage to the mountain aside from scorching it. Eventually she switched to firing beams of fire instead of ki blasts, burning the mountain and even turning some parts of it to glass, but expending even more energy because of the technique she wasn't used to, until the moon went down, and her power was drained, utterly. She could not lift a hand to feed herself, so she just collapsed on her back and fainted. And then the next morning... she awoke to the same thing.
"Damn... damnitall...! This is rediculous... I do NOT want to transform!" She stumbled a bit as she stood up, and slammed her fist into the ground... creating a fissure starting from the fist and going to the mountain. Her roar could be heard throughout the mountains, the roar of a monster about to lose control. Fortunately for the world, Aleah never did. King Kai's training finally gave her the edge she needed, and she suppressed the energy waves emitted by the moon. Indeed... she felt at peace with herself now, somehow... as if now, she could activate the transformation whenever the moon shone upon her, but she didn't have to.
For the first time in a long time, Aleah smiled honestly. Finally... she could get back to her stamina training... long, hard, and repetitive training that took a lot of discipline in order to stick to it... discipline that she, a Saiyan warrior, most assuredly had.