The Saiyan In The Cultivation World.

My eyes opened, and I found that the tournament's first round had ended. It was already time for the second round. The stages began to shift, their movements seamless and fluid, while the stairs that once connected them to the ground crumbled away, leaving the participants stranded. It seemed I wouldn't have time to cultivate the Sadness Heart just yet, but that didn't matter much. If I truly put my mind to it, I was confident I could complete the art within a day. 

I watched the transformations with an uninterested gaze as the stages fused together, each one combining into larger battle platforms. The stage I was on shifted to the opposite end of the arena, while other stages merged with their nearest counterparts, or even some from afar, moving with a deliberate rhythm that hinted at the tournament's intricate design.

From fifty stages, only twenty-five remained. A clear signal that the battles were about to intensify.

My next opponent stepped onto the fused platform. She wore a belly dancer's outfit, the fabric shimmering with every graceful movement, while a delicate veil covered the lower half of her face, adding an air of mystery to her allure. The moment I laid eyes on her, a fleeting thought crossed my mind, a temptation to throw myself at her feet and play the role of her devoted admirer. However, that feeling was faint, almost laughable in its insignificance.

What did catch my attention, though, were her deliberate attempts to sway my emotions, her every move an effort to make me fall for her charms. And to her credit, she succeeded for a moment. Who wouldn't want someone so captivating as a lover? Her beauty, grace, and seductive air could win over even the strongest of wills.

But then, just as the thought began to take root, it vanished, like smoke in the wind. My instincts flared, snapping me out of her spell as I noticed something unsettling about her body.

"You dare to try and charm this prince?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. This girl was the epitome of seduction, every movement dripping with calculated allure. From the sway of her hips to the subtle flicker of her gaze, everything about her screamed mastery over the art of charming others, a mastery that could only come from a high level of experience, one gained through countless conquests.

"..." The woman froze, visibly stunned. Her eyes widened as she realized her usual methods were ineffective. No one, neither man nor woman, had ever resisted her charm, until now.

'A child is immune to my charm?' she thought, disbelief flickering across her face as she peered into my eyes, searching for any trace of her enchantment taking hold.

"Come see me after this tournament," I said calmly, my tone devoid of interest yet laced with authority. Her brows furrowed slightly as she studied me, her expression cautious yet defiant. That single moment of hesitation made my eyes narrow, my gaze sharpening like the edge of a blade. The weight of my intent made her feel as though her very mind was being pricked by a sword.

"Understood, Prince." She finally submitted, bowing slightly. Yet, even in submission, she exuded an aura of seduction, her movements magnetic enough to draw glances from nearby spectators.

The match began and she simply leaped off the stage without a word. Her actions caused murmurs in the crowd, but I paid it no mind. Without hesitation, I closed my eyes, diving back into my image training.

It was time to forge the Sadness Heart.

I was forced to stop mere seconds after I began. The Sadness Heart failed to take shape. Why? Because I noticed something alarming, my Love Heart had inadvertently amplified the false Legendary Super Saiyan transformation within my mental world, making it dangerously realistic. My real body began to react, teetering on the edge of transformation.

This sword art wasn't helping me control myself; instead, it was nurturing my berserk nature. Yes, mastering this art and forming all the hearts would grant me unparalleled control and power. But how could I achieve that when the risk of losing myself to madness loomed at every step?

I had no choice but to halt my cultivation of this art, shifting my focus instead to exploring and understanding each emotion individually. Only then could I uncover how they intertwined to align with my ultimate dream of mastering myself and my power.

Love? My love for battle was more profound than my love for life itself. It wasn't just a craving; it was an obsession that went beyond even what most Saiyans could comprehend. Perhaps only Goku could rival my passion for combat, that insatiable hunger for the thrill of a worthy opponent.

Sadness? It cut so deeply that I couldn't fully indulge in battles. I was trapped, forced to look down on talents that could have been a challenge. I wanted to enjoy the thrill of combat, even if it meant weakening myself to make the odds unfairly stacked against me. I wanted to emerge victorious as the underdog, to defy all expectations and conquer impossible challenges. Yet, that dream was out of reach without the ever-present fear of losing control of my berserk nature.

Rage? I carried a bitter anger toward my bloodline. What was the point of combat when I could overpower any opponent in mere seconds? Where was the struggle, the triumph earned through sheer grit and determination? I despised the unlimited talent that made hard work feel unnecessary, and I loathed the ease with which I surpassed obstacles that should have tested my limits.

Envy? I envied those who could savor a good fight. Goku, Vegeta, and Jiren, all possessed extraordinary talent, but their strength came from pushing themselves beyond their limits through relentless training and unyielding resolve. And me? I didn't have that luxury. My power felt like a cheat code, hollow and undeserved.

Joy? Combat was my greatest joy. Every moment I had fallen, every hard-fought loss, those were the memories I cherished most. They showed me that being the Legendary Super Saiyan wasn't everything. Those losses were proof that gaps existed, gaps I could only close with effort and discipline. But those fleeting moments of joy were rare, drowned out by the overwhelming ease of victory.

The list went on and on, a complex web of emotions that defined my love-hate relationship with my power. At its core, I realized something profound: I didn't truly like being the Legendary Super Saiyan. Sure, it was a gift of immense power, a force of nature unlike any other. But what use was it if I couldn't control it? If it robbed me of the essence of what I loved most, the thrill of combat?

I had already mastered the Great Ape transformation. I once harbored dreams of achieving the Great Ape Legendary Super Saiyan form. Yet, that dream seemed distant, almost unreachable. Not because of a lack of power, but because I couldn't even master the beast that raged within me now.

"I will seal you away for now," I said softly, a mix of regret and determination in my voice. The berserk nature of the Legendary Super Saiyan had to be sealed. Without control, it was a power that brought destruction, not growth. By sealing it, I would rely solely on the foundation of the Saiyan bloodline. If I could master that, then one day, I would earn the right to unseal this power. Of course, the seal wasn't permanent, I could break it at any time, but for now, this was the best course of action.

Taking a deep breath, I visualized the transformation within my mind. A simple light switch flicked on to trigger the Legendary Super Saiyan state, and off to return to normal. It was a method I had created to conceptualize the overwhelming power and give myself a sense of control.

This time, I didn't flick the switch. Instead, I placed my palm over it, imagining seals forming under my touch. Chains of glowing symbols began to emerge, weaving around the switch to ensure it could never move. But it fought back, trembling violently as if it had a will of its own, refusing to be confined.

"I'm downgrading myself for the chance of one day mastering you," I murmured, exhaling deeply. Closing my eyes, I concentrated harder, and slowly, a new light switch appeared beside the sealed one. This switch represented the normal Super Saiyan transformation, a manageable step in my long journey toward ultimate control.

"Now, I can focus on mastering you," I said, staring at the new switch. "Then I'll move to Super Saiyan 2, then Super Saiyan 3, and eventually Super Saiyan 4. After that, I'll work on mastering Ultra Ego and Ultra Instinct, and then fuse the two. On top of that, I'll incorporate godly Ki..."

I paused, a smile creeping across my face as I thought of the endless possibilities ahead.

"This should birth Ultra Instinct Ego Super Saiyan 4 God: Limit Breaker. Oh, the hard work this will take me," I muttered, and a shiver of excitement coursed through me. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan at the thought of the grueling training, the obstacles to overcome, and the thrill of earning every ounce of power.

(Think of Hisoka's moments when he was turned on by unknown means.}