Resonance of Lost Individuals [Sai]

Sonoshee was a glimpse of light in this young soul's life and it managed to save him from drowning himself into full darkness and despair, but even her caring hand wasn't enough on its own to fully bring himself to the light's embrace of hope and positive thinking and he still needed to wander on his own to achieve his own answers. The young boy with an elder, broken soul was flying around the world, trying to understand what and who he was. He had so many conflicting memories inside his head, from such weird and different perspectives that it made things far too hard on him. Together with the that, he also had no recollection of anything he had accomplish in what it felt it was his real life. No... it was all blank before that day on the beach and that was driving him insane and making him rather angry.

There were a few facts that he knew for sure: he knew his name, or what he thought it was his name, and he knew he was a saiyan and that was powerful warrior's race, and that he wasn't from this place. But other than that everything was still a mystery. As he flew, though, he sensed something, or better, someone. In a way, he recognized that energy as one belonging to a fellow kinsman and that sparked an idea in his head: maybe he had some answers, maybe he knew him. The faint possibility was enough to make his heart skip a beat and because of that, he flared his ghostly white ki aura and just flew straight towards that energy signature, without even thinking it through. He was still far too innocent to realize doing such a thing could mean trouble, but ultimately, he didn't care.

Didn't take very long for him to finally see the source of that energy signature and as he already knew, it was indeed a saiyan. His adornments weren't what he was expecting since the guy was wearing a quite simple, earth-style clothing, despite the fact that the boy couldn't yet understand why he knew such things. It was a bit mind-boggling the fact that this saiyan had nor armor, but there was no doubt he was a saiyan and a fully-blooded one and, oddly enough, the particularly long tail looked rather familiar, but then again, many things looked familiar and alien at the same time in this boys minds and the thought of it made his head spin. He grimaced a bit as he palm covered his right eye and he clicked his tongue, almost as if he was stung through the eyes by a vicious bee. "Ugh!" he grunted seconds before the purple gi boy addressed him in a rather casual, yet friendly tone.

Sai's dark eye - the uncovered one - darted towards the other boy almost as if he was willing to pierce right through his soul. There was no shred of a doubt, he had the eyes of a warrior, and a seasoned one, despite his tender age. "Saiyan... You are a saiyan... So... Why aren't you wearing an armor?" he asked before he shut both his eyes and grabbed his hair, as if he was confused an in pain. He growled angrily, almost as if he was trying to hold in his rage. "E-empire... Or Alliance?! What... What does that even mean..." and once again the flashes of past memories began to flood his infant mind, making him grow anxious, confused and angry.

The clearly confused saiyan boy looked in such duress that it almost felt like he was in pain. His grimacing face and the hands to his head only further indicated that he was far from a normal state. His black eyes were locked upon the other saiyan boy as he spoke. "Live... here... I live here, but... It doesn't feel like home..." and flashes of an ancient settlement ran through his head life a fast-forwarded movie, but together with that, two other places also felt like a home, and he only got further confused and that prompted him to gaze away for a moment, trying to understand what was going on inside his head.

His focus returned to the boy as soon as he began to speak again, explaining why he wasn't wearing an armor, but he barely paid attention to that despite the fact that he nodded as if he had done so. But when he mentioned Komatsu, his heart skipped a beat. "K-komatsu...!" and he tightened the grip on his own hair, grimacing and growling. His power level fluctuated a bit, increasing to a reading of nearly a hundred thousand before falling back to his "normal" sensible energy signature. He didn't know how to feel about that name, mostly longing and sadness, but some sort of love and anger. It was completely weird. It only got worse when Beat mentioned the Empire getting destroyed again, and he felt it as if he had just been suckerpunched to the jaw.

"T-the Empire... UGh... Destroyed! I... I remember that! I remember!!! AAAAHHHHHHH!!!" he roared in a painful way as his power skyrocketed.

[Super Saiyan. PL: 689,000]

The pain of war, the feeling of death and loss was so overwhelming. The whole Alliance-Empire War ran through his head like a foggy movie in the blink of an eye and his infant soul and heart couldn't take the fact he was drowning in a myriad of weird feelings. Everything else Beat said went to deaf ears and the moment his bursting golden aura was all around his body and his teal-colored eyes locked onto the boy, he had nothing but an overwhelming boiling anger inside his heart, screaming to be left out. His gritted teeth and his frowned brows were enough of a tip he was about to attack and he did so by charging up his ki energy and darting forward, aiming to throw a haymaker at his face.

This was the first time the raging super saiyan youth was fighting in his life and yet it felt like it was something completely natural to him, like something he had done for over a couple lifetimes before. It was so weird, thrilling, blinding and yet calming, that he almost lost track of himself, diving into the myriad of feelings that came when a warrior enters the battlefield. The moment his arm clashed with Beat's arms whom held his raging fist, he just glared at the boy with his teal-colored super saiyan eyes and growled in anger. His golden aura was burning uncontrollable; if Beat knew how a Full Power Super Saiyan looked like, he would know for sure Sai was nothing like it. No, he was a wildfire, a burning aura of pure rage and will to fight, much like when people just transform, unlocking their hidden and latent potential contained inside the S-Cells and a fiery heart.

"I... I am... A saiyan!" he spoke, almost as if he was reaching a sudden yet exciting realization. "My name..." and his eyes seemed to be searching in the depths of his own mind in a desperate search for identity. Deep inside his core a name echoed. A name that had a deep meaning but he was still oblivious to it. "Is... SAI!!!!" and upon roaring with all his lungs, he made his aura explode and he twisted his waist enough so he could pack a hell of a punch with his right fist, aiming to strike Beat's solar plexus with quite the powerful attack.

His movements didn't quite make sense; when he first attack he looked clumsy and untrained, almost as if he was a wild beast counting on nothing but sheer instinct. But now it was the complete opposite. To be able to throw such a polished attack the way he did required years of experience as a fighter, and real training. No amateur could manage to pull such a stunt. And considering he used such an attack while Beat held his arm showed he had not only the skill, but the refined battle instinct of a seasoned fighter who knew when the opponent made himself exposed.

Sai's eyes were glimmering with excitement as his raging fist came deadly close to hit Beat, but as the boy let go of his wrist, he moved so fast that Sai hit nothing but his clothes before he was far from his reach. The excitement in his eyes vanished rather quickly as he was now confused as to how his opponent managed to be so nimble as to escape at such close proximity. The next second, as Beat made his move, he was caught completely off-guard by the backhand punch at his face, pushing him backwards quite a bit, growling in pain as his nose bleed a little bit. But the attack, although painful, didn't stop Sai as he quickly turned around to face Beat once again, with the same fire in his eyes. "Beat me?! I... I am... A Super Saiyan!!" and as he said that, flashes of random memories flooded his mind once again, making him grimace and touch his head in the same way he did before.

A planet with a red crimson dark sky, a pouring rain and feelings of despair and the burden of the world on his shoulders. Threats of such a large scale that he couldn't even really fathom triggering the legendary transformation only a few of his time had managed to achieve. The memory quickly faded away as he shook his head, ready to charge against the foe in front of him when another word he said made him stop on his tracks. His eyes widened a lot and his brows were arched as he heard the word "Alliance". "R-reborn Saiyan... Alliance?!" he exclaimed in confusion.

If Beat had been filled with the history of the Alliance, he would realize that it was the original name it head when it was founded on Earth, years before they claimed Planet Natto as their home. For Sai to know such an ancient history was strange to say the least. But he wouldn't give the boy much time to actually think about it. The super saiyan shook his head and growled again, charging a ki blast on his right hand and quickly firing at Beat without further due. The energy he had gathered there wasn't as strong as before, but still considerably dangerous.

He meant business.

He was not the first super saiyan and, somehow, he knew that very well. Beat's words made him try to think of who this first super saiyan was and deep inside his mind he could see a silhouette of a female saiyan with long golden hair and a vile and cruel feeling emanating from her ki. He felt nauseous for a moment, with a mix of fear and resentment. A feeling of betrayal, deceit and ultimate violence that seemed to crush his heart deep inside. It was almost as if his ascension to the legendary state was an answer to that person and that his life and fate was closely entwined with hers. A fate that would lead to doom, death and tears, but yet, he didn't know who this person was. Gritting his teeth, he roared a response to Beat as he fired his ki blast. "I know I'm not! I'm not her!" and once again he spoke that out of instinct.

It was common knowledge who the first Super Saiyan of this era had been: Lettis, the Queen of the Saiyan Empire. But to associate her to the person he mentioned required quite a lot of insight and knowledge that he didn't know if that boy in the purple gi had. Sai's anger have its place to amusement as he saw Beat taking his attack head on and appearing through the smoke, ready to smack him with a super powerful palm strike with the aura of a dragon around it. Sai tried to brace himself, but the attack was way too fast and precise for him to react and he was hit in the chest with such a force that he puked a heavy load of blood, some of which hit Beat's face due to the proximity.

He was sent sailing through the air adrift for a moment before he managed to regain some sort of control of himself through the use of his flying ability and he quickly turned around to face Beat once again, listening to his words about the Remnant Alliance, this familiar Komatsu name, the Saiyan Alliance and some Saiyan Kingdom that didn't ring a bell, as well as a patrol of the galaxy of some sort. Apparently this group of his was of mercenaries, and that didn't remind him of anything, nor triggered any memories. Though, when he asked how he knew ancient history, Sai was caught off-guard and didn't know what to say. To be frank, he didn't know how those memories were in his mind, as he had no recollection whatsoever of his life before his awakening on that beach.

Beat's questionings made him calm down enough so he could think and the more he tried to come up with answers, the more frustrated and confused he became. He grabbed his hair once more, grimacing as he forced himself to remember and after a short moment he glared at Beat once again, showing clear signs of distress. "I... I don't know how I know it! Those... Those memories... They come and go in a flash! Like a tidal wave witting and messing everything around!! When you mention somethings... It just... It hurts my head!! I want it to stop! I..." and now his eyes became watered. "I don't know who I am..." he admitted with a painful tone.

He claimed he wasn't here as an enemy and now that his mind wasn't as foggy as before he realized the boy never did anything to harm him. In fact, the only thing that propelled Sai to fight was this crisis of PTSD he was constantly suffering and he didn't even know why it was happening. The feelings were just too overwhelming to be ignored and it felt like there was a monster crawling inside of him that carved to be fed. It sought to be released and with that always came a sort of rampage that took over his senses and made him just explode in power and rage. He sighed deeply upon noticing that. Weirdly enough, he couldn't see himself as a violent individual in nature and that just made everything even weirder and confusing.

But somehow the invite to train in a gravity chamber was compelling. Sai stared at Beat with an intrigued look on his face and for a moment the idea of a gravity enhanced environment sounded quite familiar and comfortable. He blinked a couple times, unsure on what to say, but then he nodded in agreement. "I... I guess it's better. I..." and he scratched the back of his head, gazing away for a moment. "Sorry I attacked you... I don't know why I did that... I... I got triggered somehow." he admitted how clueless he was on everything and then, as he looked back at Beat, he gave a halfhearted smile before his golden aura suddenly vanished and he almost lost control of his flying ability.

"WOW!" he exclaimed as he felt the power vanishing from his body and he almost fell to the ground, but after falling a couple dozen feet, he managed to regain control and float once more. His golden power faded away as he calmed down and it left him quite tired and winded. Sai started panting a bit as he lifted himself in the air until he was back to Beat's level. He was now sweating and with quite the beat up look. "M-my power... It just... Poofed!" he exclaimed.