Spina lowered his head, but his eyes locked onto Whis during his explanation. His fists clenched tightly, with veins bulging around in response to his rising anger. Ultimately, what tipped him to nearly his breaking point was Whis’ request.
Whis’ departure from the Breakers did not bother the old Saiyan. Rather, in Spina’s mind, the absurdities fall on several things. The angel forced his supposed dream onto the Breakers, and when they failed, he hopped to another to achieve it through them instead. Driving his rage further, Whis had the audacity to not only come back, but also demanded help to clean up his mess. It triggered a dark memory that Spina had buried long ago, unearthing his immense hatred of being used in a similar situation. Brutality did not help ease Spina’s rage, instead stoking it even further by showcasing Vegetto’s arrival during the Eleki battle and Rogue City—where Vegetto also left to pursuit another because [they] did not reach his expectations.
The moment Coella declared Whis’ request as a battle between students pushed Spina off to the deep end. With a roar, as sparks of dark energy appeared around him, grabbed the table and tossed it towards the ceiling. All the tableware went flying everywhere, with foods spilling on the Breakers. “Listen here, rabbit.” He threw harsh words at Coella. “I’m no one’s student. Especially from him. He didn’t do a damn thing. Not at all.” He emphasized.
“You fucked around, and it blew up in your face. Not my problem. I’m not your janitor to clean up your slop. You deal with it instead.”
“Hey!” Clark took a stance. “Calm down. Whis is genuinely asking us for help! Why are you freaking out—”
“Shut the fuck up.” Spina demanded. “If you idiots want to help. Be my guest. I won’t be drag into someone’s squabble.” He turns to Whis, raising his hand at the angel’s face. Energy soaring around the palm of his hand until it became a bright ball of pink light. “I have a better idea. Let’s kill you instead and now they won’t have a reason to show up, huh?”
Whis’ departure from the Breakers did not bother the old Saiyan. Rather, in Spina’s mind, the absurdities fall on several things. The angel forced his supposed dream onto the Breakers, and when they failed, he hopped to another to achieve it through them instead. Driving his rage further, Whis had the audacity to not only come back, but also demanded help to clean up his mess. It triggered a dark memory that Spina had buried long ago, unearthing his immense hatred of being used in a similar situation. Brutality did not help ease Spina’s rage, instead stoking it even further by showcasing Vegetto’s arrival during the Eleki battle and Rogue City—where Vegetto also left to pursuit another because [they] did not reach his expectations.
The moment Coella declared Whis’ request as a battle between students pushed Spina off to the deep end. With a roar, as sparks of dark energy appeared around him, grabbed the table and tossed it towards the ceiling. All the tableware went flying everywhere, with foods spilling on the Breakers. “Listen here, rabbit.” He threw harsh words at Coella. “I’m no one’s student. Especially from him. He didn’t do a damn thing. Not at all.” He emphasized.
“You fucked around, and it blew up in your face. Not my problem. I’m not your janitor to clean up your slop. You deal with it instead.”
“Hey!” Clark took a stance. “Calm down. Whis is genuinely asking us for help! Why are you freaking out—”
“Shut the fuck up.” Spina demanded. “If you idiots want to help. Be my guest. I won’t be drag into someone’s squabble.” He turns to Whis, raising his hand at the angel’s face. Energy soaring around the palm of his hand until it became a bright ball of pink light. “I have a better idea. Let’s kill you instead and now they won’t have a reason to show up, huh?”