>>6009574“I-I got it.” she says, looking down at her hands then up to you. “I've got it!”
“Heh, very well done.” you tell her, reaching over and ruffling her hair. To which she beams at you, giving you a wide smile. “Now, let's head on back. You've got it for now, but we have to go practice.”
“Practice?” she asks you, tilting her head. “What do you mean?”
“Maintaining this level of control over the Berserker power requires practice.” you tell her, lifting up into the air. “Come on, let's head back to the island.”
“R-Right.” she replies, you both heading back across the continent. Flying over the forest, then the city, the sea for a brief moment then landing back down on the island. Right next to Broly, who is sitting with his legs crossed, the backs of his hands resting on his knees.
“Looks like you've gotten a decent hand on it.” he tells her, you sitting down near him and taking a similar position. “Come, join us.”
“Y-Yes.” she answers, sitting between you both, taking the same position and closing her eyes. “Now what?”
You and Broly walk her through what you do, how you both meditate to control your rage. Focusing on your breathing, on taking precise, measured breaths to keep your heart rate controlled. And for the rest of your morning training, she manages to keep her power under control. Or, rather, until her power suddenly plummets, gasping as she powers back down to her base form. Falling back, gasping for air.
“Haathe? You okay?” you ask her, turning and leaning over her.
“Wh-What? What happened?” she asks you, confused. “Why...? Why do I feel so much weaker?”
“It's okay, your body just reached its limit.” you tell her, surprised that she'd managed to maintain it for as long as she had. Perhaps it's due to how she gained it? “Close your eyes and relax, your body is exhausted. Take the time you need to recover.”
“R-Right.” she says, suddenly yawning and closing her eyes. Returning to your normal seated position you resume proper breathing, hearing Haathe's quiet snores after only a few moments. And as you sit there, focusing on controlling your powers, your son then reaches out to you.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Broly asks you telepathically, not breaking his breathing rhythm. “This kid could be dangerous, if you let her keep this power.”
“She could. That's why I'm going to teach her.” you reply, also telepathically. To ensure she can use her power responsibly, in defense of our people. Instead of mindlessly rampaging, possibly causing devastating damage to our world.”
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