The Dread Saiyan broke out into a small smirk at Brachi's question.
"That is a word for it, yes. Not as you imagine, I assume, but you're not far off from the truth."
His attention then turned slightly towards Jaz, crossing his arms behind his back.
"Your friend here represents the opposing viewpoint to yours, as I've also foreseen..."
He then slowly lifted both arms, clasping his hands tightly together.
"Two misguided points combined...creates truth."
Vegetto's eyes remained wide.
"Your energy signature...it's....it's completely different. How?"
The Dread Saiyan kept his smirk, unclasping his hands and allowing his arms to fall back to his sides.
"Appearances can be deceiving...'father'."
He broke out into an ominous dark chuckle.
"Forgive me, I gave into the temptation of seizing the dramatic moment. As simply as I can put this, you're right: I'm not the same Dread Saiyan you harbor such ill feelings towards."
The flame continued to burn brightly atop the Saiyan's head, the Dread Saiyan beginning to pace in front of the others.
"His memories...his psyche itself, however, are now apart of me. It was fascinating, delving into the mind of a being without emotional connection. To look in and see him wield pride, fear, and condescension onto others, yet not be able to feel it for himself."
The Dread Saiyan soon stopped at the end of the line, his arms gesturing to the throne room.
"His rational mind could not avoid such a distraction, such power radiating from this place. All I had to do was send an explosion of my energy out into the universe and like a moth to a flame, he came. Unknown to him, he discovered my presence too late...and his body was now my own."
