Journey of the Last Saiyan

In that pivotal, heart-stopping moment, Orach began to focus with an intensity that seemed to ripple through the air around him. He was reaching inwards, deep within himself, tapping into the primal force of his ancient bloodline. It was a call to the beast within him, a silent command to awaken. His tail, previously tightly wound around his waist, started to unravel, liberating itself and swaying freely in the air. It was as if it had a mind of its own, a silent sentinel eagerly responding to the call of battle. This was a signal, a summons that resonated deep within his body, reaching out to the dormant S-cells that lay within. They responded to the call, stirring from their slumber and releasing the vast stores of energy they had been holding in reserve. As Orach accumulated this formidable energy, the very fabric of the atmosphere around him started to shift. The cityscape of Gotham, usually shrouded in a veil of gloom and mystery, began to transform. Dark, ominous clouds started to roll in, enveloping the sky above Wayne Mansion. Lightning crackled ominously among them, the electric discharge painting a vivid, eerie tableau against the darkened sky. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, the tension palpable. The wind started to howl, echoing the unsettling ambiance of the scene. It was as if nature itself was responding to the primal call emanating from Orach, echoing the tension that was building up on the battlefield. Then, with a sudden ferocity, Orach let out a mighty roar. It echoed through the air, a primal call that reverberated through the city, a sound so powerful it seemed to shake the very foundations of Gotham. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrggghhhhhhhhh" The roar was a signal, a call to arms that seemed to ignite the air around him. As it echoed in the silence that followed, a golden energy started to emanate from him, bathing him in a radiant, brilliant light. The transformation was underway. His hair began to stand on end, slowly turning a vibrant, golden hue. His eyes, too, underwent a transformation, turning a stunning shade of green. All the while, Diana watched the entire transformation unfold, her eyes locked on Orach. She was a silent witness to this spectacle, her scouter beeping incessantly as the numbers on the display climbed higher and higher. She watched in awe as it crossed the 121 Million mark, the sight before her nothing short of spectacular. Orach stood before them, a towering figure radiating an intense golden energy. His hair was standing on end, shining brighter than the sun, his eyes a vibrant green, and his tail a lustrous gold. The golden energy around him seemed to stabilize, and Orach stood before them in his transformed state, a vision of power and majesty. He was the embodiment of a Super Saiyan, a sight that would be etched in their memories for a lifetime. "Diana, this is a Super Saiyan! How do I look?" Orach said, a smile playing on his lips. He then made a request, "Diana, could you announce my power level?" "121.5 Million!" Diana announced, her voice echoing in the stunned silence that had fallen over the battlefield. The pressure emanating from Orach was palpable, a physical manifestation of the vast power he now wielded. The heroes present could only swallow nervously as they took in the sight of this transformed Orach, a silent vow forming in their hearts to never, ever provoke him. "Now, shall we continue?" Orach said, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked around, his green eyes gleaming with anticipation. His transformation had changed more than his physical form; it had changed the very air around them, casting a foreboding shadow over the city of Gotham that would linger long after the battle was over.

Once again, Orach spread his arms apart and bent slightly, letting out a powerful shout that seemed to echo across the garden, as if calling out to the vast reservoir of power deep within him. He could feel the energy in his body surge in response, a tidal wave of power that threatened to overwhelm him. As he tapped into this reservoir of power, Diana watched in awe as Orach's physical form began to change. His muscles became more prominent, his golden hair shifting to a deeper shade of blonde. The shift felt natural, as if he was born to wield such enormous power. It was a state he recognized as the Fully Powered Super Saiyan mode.

"Diana, tell me my power level," Orach requested, his voice echoing with the raw power he was channeling.

"182.25 Million!" Diana announced, her voice filled with a mix of awe and trepidation.

"Excellent! Now, let's take it a notch higher!" Orach responded, a determined glint in his eyes.

Once again, Orach assumed a partial horse stance, a martial arts position that allowed him to focus his energy. He let out another shout, this time reaching deeper into his being, into the very core of his bloodline. But this time, he knew a mere call wouldn't be enough. He needed to tap into his raw emotions, into his anger. His gaze fell on Diana and he recalled the incident where he thought he would loose her. This memory, so painful and vivid, triggered a wave of anger within him. Suddenly, a massive wave of energy burst forth from him. The ground beneath him cracked and sunk in, creating a small crater around him.

After a few tense moments, Orach was visible again, this time almost all his hair stood up and glowing with a brilliant golden light. Lightning snaked around him, creating a mesmerizing and terrifying spectacle.

"Diana, this is Super Saiyan Level 2. What's my power level now?" Orach asked, his voice echoing with an untamed power.

"243 Million," Dianna announced, her voice noticeably quieter. The astronomical numbers were starting to make her feel numb.

"Alright! Now I'm going to show you the level my father reached!" Orach announced, excitement clear in his voice. However, just as he was about to ascend further, a shout stopped him in his tracks.

"ENOUGH!" Diana shouted, her voice filled with a raw emotion that made Orach flinch.

Slowly, Diana took off the scouter from her ear, her hands trembling. She flew and landed in front of Orach, her eyes meeting his. "We must truly be ants to you, right?" she said, her voice filled with self-mockery and a deep sadness. Orach was taken aback. He had been showing off his power to reassure her, to make her feel safe. But now, looking at her tear-streaked face, he realized his mistake.

Without wasting another moment, he grabbed Diana and flew up into the sky, until they were surrounded by nothing but the vast expanse of the sky and the fluffy clouds. He held her by her waist, cupped her chin, and looked straight into her misty eyes. And then, without giving her a chance to speak or scold him, he kissed her.

Diana's eyes widened in surprise, and she struggled to free herself from his arms, kicking and punching him. But after a while, realizing that she couldn't free herself, she gave in and returned his kiss. As they separated, they looked into each other's eyes again and leaned in for a second kiss. This time, Orach became more aggressive, his tongue exploring her mouth. She was shocked at first, but soon relaxed and responded to his kiss. They separated after a few minutes, a thin bridge of saliva stretching between them.

"No wonder my father loved kissing my mother. It was... enjoyable," Orach murmured, licking his lips and ending with a satisfied smile. Diana rolled her eyes and playfully punched him in the arm.

"You actually forced me," she said, feigning anger.

"I love you," Orach confessed, his words echoing in the quiet sky.