Dragon Ball: The Awakening of the Primal Saiyan

A long time had passed since the defeat of Moro and the resurrection of the Z Fighters. Peace reigned across the universe, but Goku, ever the seeker of greater strength, felt something tugging at the edges of his consciousness. It was a strange feeling, not tied to the gods, but something more primal. Deep within him, something ancient was stirring.

Goku had continued training with Vegeta under Whis, exploring new levels of Ultra Instinct and Ultra Ego. But one day, while meditating on Beerus' planet, a voice whispered to him in the void. "Awaken... the primal power." He jolted out of his meditation, shaken.

"What was that?" Goku wondered aloud, feeling an eerie chill creep up his spine.

Whis looked curiously at Goku. "It seems you may have connected with something beyond even the gods' understanding," he said, smiling mysteriously. "A power linked to the very origins of your Saiyan blood."

Goku's mind raced. "You mean… something older than the gods?"

Whis nodded. "Indeed. There is an ancient legend of the Saiyan race, long before the days of King Vegeta and Planet Vegeta. It is said that the original Saiyan warriors were beings of unimaginable power, with a connection to the cosmos itself—primal beings, known as Primal Saiyans."

Vegeta, overhearing their conversation, clenched his fists. "More ancient Saiyan legends? We’ve had enough of these tales. First the Super Saiyan God, now this?"

But Goku, ever intrigued by the promise of a new challenge, grinned. "Sounds awesome! How do we find this primal power?"

Whis, gazing at the horizon, replied, "It is not a matter of finding it, Goku. It is already inside you. The power must be awakened by facing a trial—a trial that may cost you everything."

Despite the ominous warning, Goku and Vegeta agreed to seek out this new power. Their journey led them to a distant, desolate planet in a forgotten corner of the galaxy. The planet radiated an ancient energy that made even the strongest warriors feel insignificant. At its core was an ancient temple, built by the first Saiyans to house the trials for the primal power.

As Goku and Vegeta approached the temple, they were greeted by a holographic figure, a long-dead Saiyan warrior clad in archaic armor. His voice echoed through the air.

"Only the worthy may unlock the Primal Saiyan power," he said. "The trial is not of strength, but of spirit. You must face the embodiment of your darkest fears, your deepest regrets."

Vegeta growled. "Enough of this nonsense! We are the strongest Saiyans in existence! Show us the challenge!"

The figure smirked and raised his hand. Instantly, both Goku and Vegeta were swallowed by a swirling vortex of energy.

Goku found himself standing alone in a world of darkness, faced with a towering silhouette. As it stepped forward, his heart skipped a beat. It was himself—an uncontrollable, savage version of himself, his eyes wild and filled with rage.

"You're nothing but a weapon of destruction!" the shadow Goku snarled. "All you do is bring chaos and suffering to those around you. Think of all the enemies you've left behind, the lives you’ve endangered in your quest for power!"

Goku hesitated, the weight of his past failures creeping up on him. For a moment, he doubted his own path. But then, he remembered all the good he'd done—the friends he'd saved, the people he'd inspired.

"I'm not perfect," Goku said, standing tall. "But I fight to protect, not to destroy. And if there's anything I've learned, it's that I can always get stronger, always find a better way!"

With that declaration, the shadow Goku roared and charged at him, but Goku's spirit was unwavering. His body surged with new energy—golden and primal. His aura crackled with raw power as he transformed, a new form emerging: Primal Saiyan Goku. His hair grew longer, wild and untamed, and his eyes gleamed with ancient energy.

At the same time, Vegeta faced his own trial—a vision of his former self, the ruthless prince who cared only for conquest and dominance. The dark Vegeta mocked him, calling him weak for siding with Kakarot, for letting go of his Saiyan pride.

"You are nothing without your arrogance, Vegeta!" the shadow bellowed. "You’ve become soft, dependent on others."

But Vegeta clenched his fists, a fiery determination in his eyes. "I fight for more than just pride now," he said. "I fight for the family I’ve built, for my home, for my honor as a Saiyan. My strength doesn’t come from arrogance—it comes from knowing who I am!"

With that, Vegeta's aura exploded, his body transforming into his own Primal Saiyan form. His muscles grew more defined, his hair spiked out ferociously, and his power skyrocketed beyond anything he had ever known.

The two Saiyans emerged from their trials, standing at the temple’s entrance, transformed. Goku and Vegeta had unlocked the power of their ancestors—the Primal Saiyan form, a state that combined the raw strength of the Great Ape with the control and focus of their Super Saiyan forms.

As they stood side by side, the temple began to crumble, its purpose fulfilled.

"Guess we’ve got some new training to do," Goku said, grinning.

Vegeta smirked, his eyes flashing with newfound power. "Don't think for a second that I'll let you get ahead of me, Kakarot."

And so, with the awakening of the Primal Saiyan power, Goku and Vegeta set off on a new journey—one that would test the limits of their strength, their spirit, and the very essence of what it meant to be a Saiyan. The universe, it seemed, still had many challenges in store for the legendary warriors.

As Goku and Vegeta embraced their newly awakened Primal Saiyan forms, the ground beneath them trembled with a powerful rumble, as if the universe itself recognized the birth of something ancient and formidable. The temple had collapsed, leaving behind only dust and echoes of the past. The Saiyan warriors exchanged knowing glances—they had just unlocked a new level of power, but they could sense it wasn't enough to fully control it. Their Primal forms pulsed with wild energy, untamed and raw, as if the primal instincts of their ancestors still lingered within.

"We need to get a handle on this power before it burns us out," Vegeta muttered, his aura still crackling with primal energy. "This form... it's overwhelming."

Goku, grinning as always, nodded. "Yeah, it's wild! I can feel the strength, but it's like there's a beast inside trying to break loose."

Before they could react further, a sudden surge of energy in the atmosphere caught their attention. The sky above them darkened, and a crack appeared, splitting the fabric of reality. Out of the rift emerged a figure cloaked in black armor, his eyes glowing with a deep, malevolent red. His presence alone made the air heavy, and the surrounding planet seemed to quiver under his gaze.

"Well, well, well," the figure spoke in a low, gravelly voice. "So the rumors were true. The Saiyans have unlocked their primal power. I was wondering when someone would awaken it after all this time."

Vegeta tensed, sensing that this new arrival wasn't just some ordinary threat. "Who are you?" he demanded, stepping forward.

The armored figure smirked beneath his helm. "I am the harbinger of your downfall. My name is Zephyros, the last of the Celestial Warriors—the ones who sealed away your ancestors’ primal power eons ago. You Saiyans were too dangerous then, and now that you’ve unlocked this ancient force, I’m here to ensure you never have the chance to use it."

Goku tilted his head, confused but intrigued. "Wait, so you're saying you knew about this power before we did? What happened back then?"

Zephyros raised a hand, and in the air before them, a vision unfolded. It showed the ancient Saiyan race in their primal forms—towering, beast-like warriors with incredible power—waging war across the universe. Their strength was unmatched, but their thirst for battle and dominance spiraled out of control. Entire galaxies were decimated by their reckless battles.

The Celestial Warriors, a group of divine guardians, had intervened to stop the chaos. They sealed the Saiyans' primal powers, locking it away within their genetic code, ensuring that only under rare and extraordinary circumstances could it ever be awakened again.

Zephyros' voice turned cold. "We stopped you once, but it seems the seal wasn’t strong enough. Now, I will finish what my brethren started. Your kind cannot be allowed to wield such destructive power!"

Without warning, Zephyros extended his arm, and the entire planet shook. Massive fissures opened, and from them emerged shadowy creatures—monstrous beings forged from the remnants of the Celestial Warriors' power. They surged toward Goku and Vegeta with terrifying speed.

"Looks like he's not here for a chat," Goku said, his smile fading as he powered up. His Primal Saiyan aura flared, filling the battlefield with an intense, golden light.

Vegeta, already on edge, clenched his fists, summoning his own power. "Fine. Let’s see if this so-called 'primal' strength is enough to crush him."

The two Saiyans dashed forward to meet the wave of creatures, their movements fluid but fierce. Goku's fists collided with one of the shadow beasts, sending it crashing into the ground with a single punch. Vegeta, meanwhile, blasted another with a barrage of energy attacks, obliterating it before it could even reach him. The primal energy within them enhanced every punch, every movement, and their senses sharpened beyond anything they had ever experienced before.

But Zephyros merely watched, unimpressed.

"You think these pitiful creatures are your real test?" he taunted, raising his hand to the sky. A bolt of dark energy shot from his palm, crashing into the ground between Goku and Vegeta, splitting the battlefield in two. The shockwave forced both Saiyans to halt their attacks.

"You Saiyans have always relied on brute strength," Zephyros continued. "But this primal power is not just about raw energy. It is about control. Can you tame the beast within, or will it consume you?"

Vegeta growled, realizing the truth behind Zephyros' words. The primal energy within him was powerful, yes, but it was wild—unpredictable. His muscles burned as if on fire, his mind constantly on the verge of slipping into a savage rage.

Goku, too, could feel the strain. His body felt heavier, the energy inside him harder to control. "Vegeta... he’s right. We’ve got to master this power, or it’ll overwhelm us."

But Vegeta wasn’t one to admit weakness easily. His pride burned as brightly as his power. "I don’t need a lecture from you, Kakarot! I’ll master this power in my own way!"

Goku, however, had a different approach. Closing his eyes for a brief moment, he remembered Whis’ teachings about balance, about controlling not just his body, but his mind and spirit. Slowly, he began to calm the storm inside him, reigning in the wild energy.

Vegeta noticed Goku’s shift and snarled. "Don’t think you can surpass me, Kakarot!" But deep down, he knew Goku was on the right track. Gritting his teeth, Vegeta did his best to calm his own energy, though it was far more difficult for him.

Zephyros, watching this unfold, frowned. "They’re adapting faster than I anticipated," he muttered to himself. "No matter. I will crush them before they master their power."

The dark warrior leapt forward, faster than either Saiyan could react. He appeared in front of Vegeta, delivering a devastating punch to his gut that sent him flying backward. Before Goku could intervene, Zephyros unleashed a barrage of energy blasts, forcing him on the defensive.

"I won’t let you control this power!" Zephyros roared. "I will eradicate your entire race before you become the monsters of legend again!"

But even as Zephyros pressed his attack, Goku and Vegeta could feel themselves adapting. Their Primal Saiyan forms began to stabilize. The wild energy inside them became less chaotic, more focused. And as they powered up once more, their combined auras merged, sending a shockwave across the battlefield.

The real battle was about to begin.

As Goku and Vegeta embraced their newly awakened Primal Saiyan forms, the ground beneath them trembled with a powerful rumble, as if the universe itself recognized the birth of something ancient and formidable. The temple had collapsed, leaving behind only dust and echoes of the past. The Saiyan warriors exchanged knowing glances—they had just unlocked a new level of power, but they could sense it wasn't enough to fully control it. Their Primal forms pulsed with wild energy, untamed and raw, as if the primal instincts of their ancestors still lingered within.

"We need to get a handle on this power before it burns us out," Vegeta muttered, his aura still crackling with primal energy. "This form... it's overwhelming."

Goku, grinning as always, nodded. "Yeah, it's wild! I can feel the strength, but it's like there's a beast inside trying to break loose."

Before they could react further, a sudden surge of energy in the atmosphere caught their attention. The sky above them darkened, and a crack appeared, splitting the fabric of reality. Out of the rift emerged a figure cloaked in black armor, his eyes glowing with a deep, malevolent red. His presence alone made the air heavy, and the surrounding planet seemed to quiver under his gaze.

"Well, well, well," the figure spoke in a low, gravelly voice. "So the rumors were true. The Saiyans have unlocked their primal power. I was wondering when someone would awaken it after all this time."

Vegeta tensed, sensing that this new arrival wasn't just some ordinary threat. "Who are you?" he demanded, stepping forward.

The armored figure smirked beneath his helm. "I am the harbinger of your downfall. My name is Zephyros, the last of the Celestial Warriors—the ones who sealed away your ancestors’ primal power eons ago. You Saiyans were too dangerous then, and now that you’ve unlocked this ancient force, I’m here to ensure you never have the chance to use it."

Goku tilted his head, confused but intrigued. "Wait, so you're saying you knew about this power before we did? What happened back then?"

Zephyros raised a hand, and in the air before them, a vision unfolded. It showed the ancient Saiyan race in their primal forms—towering, beast-like warriors with incredible power—waging war across the universe. Their strength was unmatched, but their thirst for battle and dominance spiraled out of control. Entire galaxies were decimated by their reckless battles.

The Celestial Warriors, a group of divine guardians, had intervened to stop the chaos. They sealed the Saiyans' primal powers, locking it away within their genetic code, ensuring that only under rare and extraordinary circumstances could it ever be awakened again.

Zephyros' voice turned cold. "We stopped you once, but it seems the seal wasn’t strong enough. Now, I will finish what my brethren started. Your kind cannot be allowed to wield such destructive power!"

Without warning, Zephyros extended his arm, and the entire planet shook. Massive fissures opened, and from them emerged shadowy creatures—monstrous beings forged from the remnants of the Celestial Warriors' power. They surged toward Goku and Vegeta with terrifying speed.

"Looks like he's not here for a chat," Goku said, his smile fading as he powered up. His Primal Saiyan aura flared, filling the battlefield with an intense, golden light.

Vegeta, already on edge, clenched his fists, summoning his own power. "Fine. Let’s see if this so-called 'primal' strength is enough to crush him."

The two Saiyans dashed forward to meet the wave of creatures, their movements fluid but fierce. Goku's fists collided with one of the shadow beasts, sending it crashing into the ground with a single punch. Vegeta, meanwhile, blasted another with a barrage of energy attacks, obliterating it before it could even reach him. The primal energy within them enhanced every punch, every movement, and their senses sharpened beyond anything they had ever experienced before.

But Zephyros merely watched, unimpressed.

"You think these pitiful creatures are your real test?" he taunted, raising his hand to the sky. A bolt of dark energy shot from his palm, crashing into the ground between Goku and Vegeta, splitting the battlefield in two. The shockwave forced both Saiyans to halt their attacks.

"You Saiyans have always relied on brute strength," Zephyros continued. "But this primal power is not just about raw energy. It is about control. Can you tame the beast within, or will it consume you?"

Vegeta growled, realizing the truth behind Zephyros' words. The primal energy within him was powerful, yes, but it was wild—unpredictable. His muscles burned as if on fire, his mind constantly on the verge of slipping into a savage rage.

Goku, too, could feel the strain. His body felt heavier, the energy inside him harder to control. "Vegeta... he’s right. We’ve got to master this power, or it’ll overwhelm us."

But Vegeta wasn’t one to admit weakness easily. His pride burned as brightly as his power. "I don’t need a lecture from you, Kakarot! I’ll master this power in my own way!"

Goku, however, had a different approach. Closing his eyes for a brief moment, he remembered Whis’ teachings about balance, about controlling not just his body, but his mind and spirit. Slowly, he began to calm the storm inside him, reigning in the wild energy.

Vegeta noticed Goku’s shift and snarled. "Don’t think you can surpass me, Kakarot!" But deep down, he knew Goku was on the right track. Gritting his teeth, Vegeta did his best to calm his own energy, though it was far more difficult for him.

Zephyros, watching this unfold, frowned. "They’re adapting faster than I anticipated," he muttered to himself. "No matter. I will crush them before they master their power."

The dark warrior leapt forward, faster than either Saiyan could react. He appeared in front of Vegeta, delivering a devastating punch to his gut that sent him flying backward. Before Goku could intervene, Zephyros unleashed a barrage of energy blasts, forcing him on the defensive.

"I won’t let you control this power!" Zephyros roared. "I will eradicate your entire race before you become the monsters of legend again!"

But even as Zephyros pressed his attack, Goku and Vegeta could feel themselves adapting. Their Primal Saiyan forms began to stabilize. The wild energy inside them became less chaotic, more focused. And as they powered up once more, their combined auras merged, sending a shockwave across the battlefield.

The real battle was about to begin.