Spoiler: Saiyan Training
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Saiyan Training
Max nodded as he listened, considering before replying, "It sounds like your main concern is that your culture, the culture you grew up with, the culture you treasure, is going to change. And I don't mean to sound callous or uncaring here, but some amount of change is inevitable over time. New techniques and new technologies can cause change, like...discovering the super saiyan form, for example. That's going to propagate a change in sayain culture. Positive or negative depends in part on how King Vegeta handles it, because he's the ruler of the saiyans. It's his job to worry about that kind of thing. But you're also going to have changes from interacting with the tuffles, from these chefs from meal, and from diplomatic ties with Earth. At this point, change is inevitable and it doesn't have to be a bad thing. I would suggest writing down the parts of saiyan culture you hold to be most true, most good about your unique culture. If you can get most saiyans to agree on that, you can then submit it to your King as the majority opinion, and he can use it as a resource in his decision making, he'll be able to look at that whenever he needs to and Know that most saiyans are in agreement about it. That's a powerful tool for a King, when many decisions might have to be made on less solid information."
Max takes a breath and reaches out to pat Pinappla on the shoulder in an effort at a consoling gesture. As he opens his mouth to say something else, he blinks, and the moon explodes overhead. In that moment, his hand flexes into a fist right above Pinappla's shoulder. The motion so swift she can hear the air cracking as it's expulsion from within his hand breaks the sound barrier.
In a moment, that tall, calm presence that has been talking to the pair of saiyans about controlling their anger and the merits of self discipline turns. His face hardened by an anger that he isn't voicing, Max places his helmet back on and locks it shut. The ground around them trembles for a moment as Max's power level shoots back up from his supressed state to it's resting maximum, easily outclassing King Vegeta's base form. But it doesn't stop there, as Max does something he had been hiding from Yankar. The ground, that had just gotten done shaking from his previous powering up, resumes vibrating as a red aura rises around the tall human, as the aura grows and thickens, cracking can be heard as the clouds in the sky darken and lightning bolts crash throughout it. In a moment, the aura around max thickens until it looks like he is engulfed in red flames, and the pair of saiyans nearby can hear Max say, in an eerily calm voice, "Kaioken...times twenty." While they might not understand the name of the technique, the effects are quite apparent as the wind explodes off of Max and the clouds darkening the sky have a hole blasted into them, letting down a shaft of sunlight around Max's position.
While their scouters may well be exploding (if they hadn't already from Yankar and King Vegeta's earlier fight), even a rudimentary ki sense would be enough to tell that whatever Max just did, his power level increased monstrously. And what he was about to do with that became apparent as he threw his hands back and started a chant that any of the other time travelers would be well familiar with, his voice echoing with power as his ki oversaturated his body, "Kaaaaaa...." a blue sphere of energy started to gather between Max's palms, held back at his side, "Meeeeeeeh..." Max used his splits on the ship to acquire targeting data for the incoming pieces of the moon. "Haaaaaaa..." The sphere between his palms grew brighter as it was infused with ever greater amounts of energy, seeming to roil with power as it seemed to develop multiple shells that were each taking on a different spin, "Meeeeeh..." If it wasn't already apparent, Max was charging something that the galaxy at large might well consider a war-crime: a planet killer class technique. At the last moment, Max looked up at the sky and threw his hands in the air, the roiling ball of ki carried along between them and pointed up at the sky. "Haaaaaaa!" With the containment of his hands breached on one side, the chaotic looking reaction of ki went critical. There was a flash of light as a hole was pushed up through the atmosphere, followed by an unimpeded wave of ki that grew wider, and wider as it lashed out across the sky. Instead of concentrating all of that power into a single, deadly beam, he had widened it out to the maximum, spreading that power around and throwing it out on a cosmic scale. While diffused, it was still deadly to any of the smaller Ork ships caught in it's wake. Mostly because they were closer to the point of origin. By the time the blast reached the debris of the moon, it was diffuse enough to act in a different way. Instead of vaporizing the bits of moon caught in the Earth's gravity, the massive blanket of diffuse ki acted more to push against the kinetic energy that had been imparted when the moon exploded. If left alone, the fragments would be more attracted to the gravity of the moon than the Earth, and while they wouldn't be compacting back into the moon on their own any time soon, it would make fixing it easier. And whatever fragments were still coming towards the Earth would probably burn up in the atmosphere. Max was pretty sure. He hoped.
As Max finished releasing that mighty wave of ki, he un-planted his feet from the ground and shook his hands out a bit, looking to the two saiyans nearby. His mood seemed to have immediately improved, as was apparent in his voice as he asked, "So, the Orks are invading, how about we get to the ship and show them what for?" As he asked, Max held his hands out to the pair of them. Even if he was acting casual about it, they could see his chest rising an falling as he sucked in breaths after that exertion. He would be covered in sweat as well, but...well, he wasn't a country bumpkin in a gi, he was wearing a high tech battlesuit with, among other things, moisture whicking technology and a temperature regulation system.