(Age 755/Earth/Hyperbolic Time Chamber - 3 Days Later)
'It's only been three days...'
Kaza huffed and puffed as he stood his ground in midst of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. Crimson blood pooled from his forehead, running down his cheekbones as and dripping from his jaw.
His dark eyes were barely open, his focus waning. The same bloody hue painted his hands and feet, the intense heat of his body causing a thin vapor to waft from his limbs.
As hard as it was to believe, his clone opposite him was in even worse condition.
His jaw was entirely removed, a ghastly chunk of flesh reminiscent of it on the ground. Both his arms were completely obliterated, chunks of dense flesh leaking blood from his shoulder blades. Gaping holes also decorated his mid-section, refusing to close. His own eyes were even narrower than Kaza's, a push away from closing forever.
'No matter how I rationalize it, this growth rate is just too explosive'
In less than 24 hours, every clone that Kaza created had unlocked Super Saiyan.
In fact, the bulk of them had progressed to Super Saiyan 2 and a handful even transgressed to Super Saiyan 3.
In under 24 hours.
In addition to that, multiple clones had retired techniques like Final Flash and Kamehameha after using them a few times. They successfully figured out how to execute Vegito's Final Kamehameha and Gogeta's Stardust Breaker.
In under 24 hours.
With the strategy of fusing all the clones together and producing a new population, each member sharing the pool of collective experience, growth did not slow down at all.
Towards the end of the next cycle, each clone had more or less mastered all the Super Saiyan transformations and the roots of their very own Fighting Style began to appear.
And finally at the end of the most recent cycle, in just under 72 hours, they had successfully optimized that Fighting Style. A Fighting Style that was adapted to all of their genetic characteristics and draw greedily from their unbelievably massive pool of Ki.
'This is just too insane'
Kaza coughed up blood, struggling to remain on his feet.
He couldn't recall even up to 1% of the memories from all his clones, his advanced mind unable to handle multiple millions of hours of unique combat perspectives.
Nevertheless, his body was forged in the fire of all those battles. The micro-adjustments and efficiency tweaks from thousands of unique encounters culminated together.
Although his Power Level gains weren't completely ridiculous, since all of his clones grew roughly at the same pace, the sheer abundance of encounters sharpened his instincts and intuition, beyond the natural level.
It was like his gut couldn't be wrong.
'Well obviously it can'
Kaza studied his clone with half-pity, half-confusion.
On paper there were the same. They had the same abilities, the same mind, the same experience.
Yet one was bloodied mess, his hax-like regeneration failing to trigger.
And the other was largely unscathed, tired of using the former as a punching bag.
'I don't really know what to make of it'
Kaza wasn't a hardened warrior by any stretch of the imagination. Back on Earth he was a meek software developer, the kind of person who would excessively apologize and go down first in order to keep the peace.
'It's hard to imagine I'm capable of being this violent'
He thought about it, intentionally closing his eyes.
'Although maybe I'm giving my own will too much credit'
"You're superiority is already obvious, finish off that clown off and bask in your victory"
It wasn't his own voice that spoke. At least he didn't think it was.
After so many encounters, it felt like his body began to advise him, giving him insight he couldn't produce on his own.
In the heat of combat he listened, deciding to dodge here and strike there, based off of what he heard. However, even in a paused moment like this, the voice was still speaking.
"Look at that poor meat sack... it's obvious who was created by who"
'It feels to distinct, that's not the kind of thing I would ever say'
As much as he wanted to resist, a part of him resonated with what the voice was saying. A satisfied smile stretched over his face as he lifted up his head.
'I guess I can't deny it, my body would definitely have an influence on my mind'
At worst:
Saiyans were bloodthirsty animals addicted to combat.
Frost Demons were cruel and sadistic control freaks addicted to domination.
Majins were irrational pleasure junkies, addicted to excitement.
As stable as Humans and Cerealians were, there wasn't enough good to balance it out.
'Even still, my objective is complete'
Kaza's aim in the first place was just to develop enough strength so that he wasn't a prey in the hands of some of the less understanding forces moving through the universe.
With his current level of power, his safety was more or less assured.
'So why do I still want to keep going?'
He was exhausted. He and his clone had been fighting non-stop at full power for just over three hours now. He felt like he had expended every drop of Ki in his reservoir, to the point where his regeneration was finally outlasted.
There was no real reason to keep fighting.
'But I really want to'
It was irrational. Kaza knew it was irrational.
'I kind of get it now'
His arrogance had faded. With a new kind of blood running through his veins, he felt like he could relate to Goku and Vegeta who risked it all for the thrill of battle, for the sensation of victory.
Kaza shook his head violently, getting a grip on himself.
'Even still, I'm not like that'
His eyes drifted open.
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMF!!!
Whilst Kaza was meditating, winning the battle against his Voice of Instinct, his clone's aura erupted like an active volcano.
"Y-You actually managed to do it!?" Kaza exclaimed with surprise.
His clone's skin immediately adopted a shiny golden hue, no longer chocolate, like his frame had been chiseled out of a golden statue. The blood dripping from his detached chin ceased and the hole in his mid-section slowly filled.
WHAAAAAKSSSSSHHHH!!!
His severed arms regenerated with force, sending a gold-tinted shockwave through the atmosphere.
'SuperGolden,' Kaza thought with a hint of breathlessness.
Even up till now, Kaza wasn't really sure why he could turn Super Saiyan.
The mental template he envisioned was Super Perfect Cell, a sleek and up-to-date fighting machine that had a continuous max-level power output, controlled by a precise and intelligent mind.
Yet the wordings of his wish seemed to give him strange mutated cells that enable the Saiyan transformations. In fact, it was even crazier than that. He also possessed the transformation potential and control that the Frost Demons had.
This was first discovered by a Super Saiyan 3 clone who was brutally losing a 5 against 1. In the heat of his anger, he unconsciously manipulated the Super Saiyan 3 form, creating what Kaza called "Ascended Super Saiyan".
In that state, the roots of his hair remained golden and the tips of his turned a pale-yellow, almost white. He didn't have precise numbers to work with but the power gain was enough for his clone to subdue all five of his aggressors with ease, this being the pinnacle of the base super saiyan transformation.
Super Golden, then, was a theorized integration of the Frost Demon "Golden" form with Ascended Super Saiyan. In this state, the explosive and intense powers locked up in the Frost Demon genealogy was grafted onto the Super Saiyan transformation.
Kaza exhaled, wondering why he even bothered being surprised.
"I guess I really should have expected you to actually unlock it," Kaza remarked with respect.
His clone's eyes finally opened and he chuckled, a hint of disappointment laying beneath the surface.
"We can stop there for now," he said, exhaling and talking simultaneously. "I think we've done enough training"
Kaza smirked, a dense golden aura breaking forth from his own body as he activated Super Golden in tandem. His skin smoothly turned gold and his hair becoming paler, thick electricity crackling from the tips.
As Kaza had discovered, one of the major limiting factors in the world of Dragon Ball was the consciousness of what was possible. When a fighter saw a height or possibility realized in another fighter, attaining that possibility themselves was child's play.
"Please tell me your joking," he said, his voice full of adrenaline.
His clone frowned, his expression falling dramatically.
"I know you can hear it as well," he said bluntly. "The Voice of Instinct," he declared.
"It's trying to turn us into monsters, creatures who relish and rejoice in violence. I don't want to become that kind of person," his clone explained.
Kaza's smile widened, adopting a lecturing tone.
"First of all," he started, restraining his aura into a fine, skin-tight sheen. "Even without that voice, I'm already a monster," he declared with a bold grin. "Secondly, we just hit a new milestone. When are we next going to have the opportunity to develop at this intensity level?"
His clone still frowned.
"I'm not sure you get it," he warned. "These bodies aren't human. The magnitude of our emotions and temptations are much stronger than before. If we're not careful we will lose hold on our humanity and become unrecognizable," he continued.
Kaza's smile waned as he considered the words of his clone.
It was true.
If it was his old self, he would have left the Time Chamber after this first day.
It was just that there was a strong sweetness in battle that kept him here, even up until now.
That wasn't a human inclination.
Even still, Kaza liked it.
Although he was slightly afraid to say, he wasn't hesitant at all to evolve. Maybe even losing his humanity in the process.
His grin widened once more and he stared at his clone with contempt.
"If you're a coward, just say so," he mocked. "My ultimate goal is to master this body and put it under subjection. If it is your desire to flee in fear of what you could potentially become... the door is right there," he said venomously.
Kaza made his point clear but he couldn't resist the urge to rub salt in the wound.
"You and your inferiority can go together. As for me? I'll progress to my next level and absorb you after," he taunted.
His clone first chuckled, his wry smile immediately fading into a battle-hardened scowl, the switch in vibe provoking Kaza's focus.
He dropped into a battle posture.
"If you want to be hit that badly, I guess I'll have to take off my belt," he snapped back, his golden aura flaring.
Kaza grinned deviously, a villainous expression breaking out.
"Which limb would you prefer I take first? I did your arms last time so maybe I should do your legs?" Kaza challenged, dropping into a fighting posture himself.
"Enough talking! You'll see exactly what I'm talking about. Whether you like it or not!"