Deep within the dank, pitch black depths encompassing Parsley's agony and guilt - more guilt added to the guilt she already had weighing down on her - a spark of light illuminated the darkness like the sunrise in the waning hours of night. It was there, the self-same spark that helped her resist the psychic urges enough to stand on her own two feet. It called out to her, thrumming in the distance like the war drums of an overwhelmingly powerful army as it made its ominous march toward battle.
This wasn't how it was suppose to go.
She was supposed to achieve this power through intense training and perseverance. It was supposed to be the crowing achievement of her entire life's work, the culmination of her status as an Ultra Elite prodigy in an era where Saiyans had finally turned away from their wicked ways. She was supposed to be the gold standard.
Instead, her ascension came at the cost of a girl she had just met, who saw enough of the mother she lost in Parsley to actually sacrifice her life. For hers. All because of the idiots around her couldn't give her one goddamn bit of information when she asked for it!
Because of their negligence and her own boundless stupidity - she must have switched brains with her sister when she wasn't looking - Garnish was dying. Even now, Parsley could feel the girl's life-force slipping away, her PL dropping. Soon, it would be nothing, and she would be dead.
Because of her.
It was Parsley's fault Garnish was dying.
Her eyes squeezed shut as tears started to stream down her face. "Damn it," she choked out.
The gold spark, the flame that powered her through an impossible task, wanted to be embraced.
Parsley accepted.
With a roar so bestial and primal, she accepted, and let the power explode within her.