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The afternoon sun blazed overhead, stretching the shadows of two circling warriors across the dusty field. Their boots scuffed the dry earth in a tense rhythm, the air thick and electric with pent-up energy. A dry breeze whispered through the grass, carrying the sharp, clean smell of ozone and the salt of sweat. In the stillness, only the distant cry of a hawk broke the focus between them. Vegeta allowed a smirk, thumbing away a thin line of blood from his lower lip. "Your rhythm is becoming transparent, Kakarot." Goku answered with a broad, easy grin, rolling his shoulders in a loose circle. "Or maybe you're just starting to read the music." A tic jumped in Vegeta's jaw before he vanished in a burst of speed, his fist a compact missile aimed for Goku's side. Goku flowed with the motion,…