Caulifla's couldn't help but form a mixture of suspicion, yet interest in her face from Kale's implication. "Yeah, been tryin' that brolic form
a bit. Tiring shit...ain't even Saiyan Two, I bet."
Kale, donning her freshly washed Saiyan Armor, places the gift box in front of her boss. She proceeds to step back a couple of meters, trying her hardest not to be overwhelmed by embarrassment and giddiness.
"Right...a-and...I w-want to sho—-I want to surprise you...in a-a lot of ways, S-Sis! To...To s-show that I'm...keeping my word! To...To be a better S-Saiyan...and me!"
Just before Caulifla opens the large gift box, her eyes quickly spot the likes of the (not) Hulkster himself dining on some meat. So that where Kale got her uniform. Caulifla's own is still nearby, prompting the Saiyan to set aside the gift box to meet up with him.
"Nice," her mouth waters from the sight of the meat. "Got any more of that?"
Meanwhile, Kale is pleased to find that her mentor hasn't opened the box yet. However, she feels slightly discouraged from the sight of Neptuneman (especially as he peers away Caulifla's attention). As annoying as the sight may seem, she has to keep her emotions in-check a little longer...
edited 15th Aug '17 3:28:21 PM by XMenMutant22
"Calvery's gonna be on that soon then," Caulifla jokes, eying for the rest of beef. "How's ya team comin' along?"
" Hey, um, S-Sis. T-Thanks...for w-waiting. I, um, I t-think I'm...ready." Kale waves towards her position as she gets into a strict charging pose. Caulifla turns around to look, though her ear is ready to hear a reply.
"Better not disappoint then," Caulifla smiles back. " 'Cause my protegee and I are on to ya guys."
Kale exhales on last breath as Caulifla looks back to her student. "Show ya stuff, Keeru-san! 'Member ya trainin'!" Caulifla is on the edge of her seat, ready for anything to happen...for the best.
The last smile drips down Kale's hidden eyes as she begins to charge her power. Her Berserk transformation seems to rely on her inner extremely negative, yet determined emotions. As a result, she conjures an unrealistically, despairing event in her head: one where she can easily pin on all self-loathing on for allowing it to happen.
Tears begin to rain down from her dark skin, before becoming engulfed in a steaming, sickly green aura of rage. She's probably causing some fractures in her position, and her scream is becoming less girlishly high pitched.

Wait, you were...?
(He's momentarily confused but manages to put two and two together.)
Oh. Heh. I don't think I noticed actually. But thinking about it...
You must have had your reasons. So I won't hold it against you.
edited 15th Aug '17 1:30:29 PM by G2BattleConvoy
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