It had been a long time since he had gone through an Oozaru transformation, even longer since it had been out of his control. In a sense it felt like Super Saiyan, that raw rage and energy screaming to be let out, pushing past anything logical or controllable in his mind. But it was so much more overwhelming. Vegeta had tried to train for this, to practice what he had learned during his time on the train, to try and keep his cool and calm that rage as soon as it appeared.

But it seemed there was no real fighting the nature of it as his body transformed and moved instinctively, a wave of ki blasting himself free from the side of the mountain. It was very, very angry. And wanted to destroy anything near it.

It just needed a target.