Queen Sunstar: A friend begged me to share this story with you. Characters are likely a little OC. I think I did okay with them. This story takes place six months after the T.o.P.

Glacia is my OC. She is the younger half sister of Frieza. She resembles him in his final form, and her father, King Cold, considers her a disappointment as she refuses to follow his footsteps and become an empress in her own right. Instead, she became a doctor and settled in Satan City. It did take her time to earn everyone's trust and Vegeta's very grudging tolerance. Her colors are white with pale blue highlights. She has four toes, and her long slim tail ends in a stinger. She wears clothes, her standard her scrubs and lab coat. Her regular clothes are a white sweater with blue jeans. She rarely wears shoes unless she is working.

Glacia's mother, Queen Frostine, ruler of the icy planet Algid, offered herself to King Cold in exchange for her planet. Later on, they had Glacia and her twin, Icicle. Icicle became King of Algid, and is building an empire of his own much to the joy of King Cold, but unlike his father and brother, Icicle is no tyrant. Like Glacia, he too has a stinger, and is able to hold Ultra Instinct for a short period of time. He limits himself to five minutes, and using it means weeks of recovery.

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Prologue

'I can't stop! Vegeta! Don't fight me, get everybody to safety! I can't stop! I can't stop! Piccolo, Gohan! Don't, Trunks, Goten! Run, everyone! I can't stop! I can't stop! I can't stop! Blood? I didn't! Master Roshi! Tien! Don't! Whis! I can't stop! I can't stop! I can't stop! I can't stop!'

A red film covered his eyes. Blood was everywhere. It flowed around his feet and down his body like a river. It's warm taste filled his mouth. He laughed crazily, splashing it everywhere. Again he tilted his head back to let more of the red goodness flow into his mouth.

Clarity returned, taking the red film off his eyes. He blinked. Reality slammed into him. There was something in his hand. Black hair. A prominent widows peak. One eye was missing, the other empty of life. It was Vegeta's head. The remaining eye seemed to stare accusingly at him.

"Oh god!" He flung the head aside. "No, no, no! This can't be real! It's not real!"

"Hello, Son Goku."

Goku spun toward the voice, "Black?"

Goku Black strode toward him, "Impressive, Goku. Very Impressive. As much as seeing you in blood-lust moves me, I take no joy from it."

"Why are you here?"

"Look around you. They all died at your hands. Even Whis."

"Answer my question, Black!"

"She is very angry. In fact, here she comes."

"Who?"

"She." Black merely pointed.

Pure terror griped Goku, holding him in place. A woman with long red hair tied in a French braid and wearing a white battle dress strode toward him, sadness in her sapphire blue eyes. Her Ki flared a bright gold like the sun, and it was powerful.

"I had such high hopes for you, Son Goku." The woman stood before him. She surveyed the carnage. "I should never have let you taste Ultra Instinct. I must now bring about the Erasure."

"Erasure? Who are you?"

"Who I am is unimportant. What the Erasure is is unimportant. Soon, it will be all over. Maybe someday everything will begin again. Goodbye, Son Goku." The woman raised her right hand. Before Goku could even think about moving, a blade crafted of gold Ki cleaved through his heart. It happened so fast that Goku's brain never registered pain.

Son Goku bolted up into a sitting position in bed. His heart was pounding, and cold sweat embraced him. He took in shaky breaths, and found himself trembling. He glanced at Chichi, who was still sleeping. Knowing he would never get back to sleep, he got up. Some fresh air would help. After dressing in his usual outfit, he headed outside.

Chapter 1

"Morning, mom." Goten sat at the table, "Where's dad?"

Chichi turned, "Out training, I suppose. Here's your breakfast. Hurry up. Vegeta is going to pick you up for school in fifteen minutes."

"Yes! That means seeing Trunks!" Goten all but inhaled his breakfast.

The sound of a horn drew him outside where he joined Trunks in the backseat. They both began to excitedly talk about the day ahead. Vegeta hid a grin. The boys excitement for school reminded him of how he used to pester his dad for just one more lesson. King Vegeta had always given in, thrilled with his son's want to learn. He pulled into the school.

"Report cards come out on Friday, and Trunks, remember what I said about finding another D." He watched as Trunks froze, "There will not be another D, will there?" Trunks gulped.

"No Ds, dad!" Trunks promised.

"Dead?" Goten whispered after they entered the school. They had first and second period together.

"I'm okay in Literature, Geography, Biology, and History, fine in PE, and so dead in Math!" Trunks whispered back, "I need to ace today's math test, like get a perfect A in order to squeak into a C-!"

"You did study, right?"

"I hate numbers!"

Glacia had the beach to herself. Today was a good day to train. She was getting a little rusty. A doctor by trade, days off were rare. Glacia resembled her older half brother, Frieza, in his final form. White with pearl markings and a long slim tail tipped with a stinger, Glacia wore clothes. She was currently wearing a pair of yoga shorts and a black sports bra which showed off her trim figure, her four toed feet bare. Her right hand glowed blue as she summoned her Ki. She sent a weak blast at a nearby rock with a target on it, and it hit a foot to the right. She sighed. Yes, she was rusty. Again and again she fired at the target, her blasts getting closer to it slowly.

Her senses snapped to high alert. A strong source of Ki was nearby. Something didn't feel right about that Ki. It was familiar, but there was a strangeness about it. Glacia tensed, heart pounding as she took deep, measured breaths. The Ki was getting closer. She loosened her body, curving her tail behind her and shifting her weight to the balls of her feet.

Pressure? Why was there pressure? Why did his Ki feel so off? Why her instinctive reaction? She waited. Just as she knew, Son Goku descended from the sky, wrapped in an ethereal golden glow, his hair golden and his eyes pure white. His shirt was gone, revealing his well toned and muscular chest. Rage rolled off him in waves. She saw open wounds leaking blood from various spots on his body. He'd been in a fight. He snapped toward her, and screamed. She gulped. That was the scream of the Oozarus, and if memory served her correctly, you had to be an Oozaru to do that scream. Than again, Cooler could mimic the scream perfectly. Something was definitely wrong here. He shot in front of her, growling.

His fist screamed toward her head. She just barely managed to block the hit. Goku was far out of her league, and Glacia knew she was already in trouble. There was That, and there was no way she was going to use That. She took a kick to her right hip.

"Son Goku! Snap out of- oof!" He'd nailed her in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her. Struggling to breathe, she tried desperately to put distance between them. Goku paced her easily. "Goku!" Again she was nailed in the stomach. "Goku! Please!" Again she tried to get away. Goku was faster, grabbing her leg and flinging her toward the ground. Glacia twisted, hitting the ground on her left shoulder. She winced, thankful the bone had held. He was coming after her. Knowing she could not defeat him in battle, Glacia readied her tail. Her venom caused temporary paralysis, but was not deadly. Just maybe her venom would slow him enough for her to escape. Timing was critical. She lashed her tail, the tip piercing Goku's upper left arm. He roared in anger, and caught her by the leg. Glacia yelped. His fist was coming at her again. There was no avoiding it. Did he intend to kill her? "Goku! Stop!" Pure instinct kicked in. She twisted and nailed a knife cut to Goku's shoulder. Kicking away, she faced him, panting. "Son Goku, I know you think I'm Freiza right now!" She snapped her tail around him, pinning his arms to his sides, "Look at me! It's me, Glacia!" Goku's struggling was slowing. Glacia sent a silent prayer of thanks to Shenron that her venom was working. Goku finally went limp, his hair turning back to black and the glow leaving him. They dropped from the sky. Once again Glacia cursed herself for refusing to learn to fly. She braced herself for impact, and found herself floating, surrounded in her own Ki. "I get it already! I'll learn to fly!" Now, how to land, preferably without becoming a stain on the ground? She gave a surprised yelp when she found herself moving down toward the ground. Once on the ground, her Ki faded out. It was then that she remembered Goku still being held by her tail. She gently let him down onto the ground. He was unconscious, and now that she saw his wounds, she knew this was serious. She dashed to her car and grabbed her well worn black bag and rushed back to Goku. The worst of the bleeding seemed to be coming from his back. Rolling him onto his side, she gasped.

The sight that greeted her was horrendous. A deep gash stretched from the base of his neck to stop just below the middle of his back. The sickly sweet scent of infection reached her nose. Already, necrotic tissue lined the wound. Pressing its edges, a bulb of greenish yellow pus rose from it. Glacia swallowed. So much for her day off.

The housework was finished. There had not been much to do in the first place considering the fact Vegeta was such a neat freak. Bulma, Bulla on her hip, stepped over Vegeta, who was working on a pipe under the kitchen sink. She sat Bulla in her high chair and sat down at the table where Chichi was waiting.

"Come on, get loose!" Vegeta growled from beneath the sink.

"I offered to call a plumber, but Mr. Macho here decided to handle it himself." Bulma said.

"At least yours helps around the house." Chichi said, "Mine would have already destroyed the sink."

"Who installed this thing?" Vegeta grunted.

"I was going to call the plumber."

"I can handle replacing the pipe!" Vegeta set said pipe down at his side and picked up the new one, "I'm not Kakarot! I actually do my part in caring for my family!"

"He actually gets up at night to deal with Bulla."

"I did that too with Trunks! It's called being a dad!"

"And I'm proud of you. Tarble called. He and his wife are planning to move here to Earth soon. They want to be closer to family, and Tarble is excited to meet Bulla and get to know Trunks."

Vegeta rolled out from under the sink and turned on the faucet. No water dripped from the pipes under the sink. "All fixed."

Chichi's phone rang. She answered it, and paled.

"I'm on my way, Glacia! It's Goku!" She stood.

Bulma glanced at Bulla.

"Go with her. I'll handle the kids. Goten can spend the night too." Vegeta watched the women leave. "What did you do now, Kakarot?" He looked at Bulla, "Do I even want to know?" Bulla responded with a coo and laughed. "What else did Bulma need me to do?" Vegeta picked up the list on the counter, "Let's see, Fix sink, done, replace the hinge on Trunks bedroom door, again, not done, Grocery run, not done." He looked at the clock, "We got five hours until we need to go pick up the boys. After I replace that hinge, how about a training session with daddy?" Bulla squealed. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Not again! Broly, bear hug!" Glacia ordered as Goku started to thrash about. He was growling, his mouth foaming. Broly already had his large arms wrapped around the smaller Sayian. Glacia had called her boyfriend from her car while racing toward the hospital. He had been waiting out front when she arrived, and had carried Goku in. They now were clustered inside a treatment room dealing with their patient.

It had been Glacia who had tamed the mighty Sayian titan's wild heart while helping him recover from the horrors of his father's controlling collar. He had went into nursing and worked as Glacia's nurse. He was often referred to as a giant teddy bear, and the mere sight of him was often enough to subdue the most unruly patients.

"What's causing this, love?" Broly asked.

"I think it might be a combination of the Rage and the infection." Glacia plunged her tail into Goku's arm, giving another shot of her venom. She didn't want to risk using medicine just yet.

Chichi and Bulma rushed into the room.

"Where's Goku!?" Chichi wailed.

"Right here, and I'm just the restraint." Broly set Goku down on the gurney. "He has an infection and is going into the Rage."

"Rage?" Bulma asked, "Do I need to call Vegeta?"

"Calm down. It's treatable now." Glacia said.

"Is the Rage a Sayian only thing? Are half Sayians in danger?" Chichi asked.

"I'm not sure." Glacia answered, "Gohan, Goten, Trunks, and Bulla should be okay thanks to their human halves. Pan too, considering she is only a quarter Sayian."

"What is the Rage?" Bulma asked.

"The Rage is something you never want to see. I've seen it. Father was forced to kill the Sayian affected." Broly started.

"It's a deep lust for battle that drives the affected Sayian insane over time. They forget themselves. It is kind of like the human disorder Dementia, but with the intense need to fight. In the past, the affected Sayian was killed. Today, there's treatments. The best one is an induced coma." Glacia finished.

"Oh not again!" Broly grabbed and held Goku as again he thrashed, "You two, head to the waiting area!" Both women left. Broly set Goku back down on the bed. "He's getting worse. That fever is not helping. How do we treat this?"

"It's not going to be easy. I want to bring the rages under control first, than target the infection." Glacia decided, "Let's start with an anticonvulsant, 450 mg of Corticol." Broly picked up the syringe and filled it with the powerful drug.

"You stick, I'll pin him." Broly held Goku down, "On the count of three. Ready? 1, 2, 3!" With practiced ease, Glacia injected the contents into Goku's arm. "While I'm pinning him down, start an IV, and hope he doesn't wake up!"

"If he does, run." Glacia quickly ran an IV. Broly jumped back, ready to floor it. Goku didn't react or move. "Okay, not good, but good at the same time. Next, I need those lab results so I know what we are fighting."

Broly picked up the tablet. "Here we are. It's not pretty. His white blood cell count is very high, well out of the normal range for us Sayians. Platelet count is low, and there is signs of infection. I wonder, how did this happen? Who was he fighting?"

"Me, at the end, and I discovered the wound after I managed to sting him. I was out getting some training in when I sensed his Ki. He was in full rage when he attacked me. I don't think he recognized me." Glacia said, "I think he might have thought I was Frieza."

"You do resemble your older half brother. I take it you didn't shift into That."

"I refuse to."

"Shh." Grand Priest Kasai sat on the bed, Whiz's head on his lap. He took the cloth off his sons head and got it wet again. This was not the first time he dealt with one of his children being ill, and it would not be the last. Whis moaned. "Shh. I'm here." He turned to his staff as it beeped. A light tap of the staff brought up the image of Vados. "Yes?"

"Just checking in. I've never seen Whis so sick before." Vados said, worry clouding her voice.

"He will be just fine. The virus will soon burn itself out." Kasai soothed. Vados was not the only one who had checked in. Many of his children had called upon receiving word that Whis was very ill.

Beerus had returned to his planet courtesy of Meda, Kasai's 19th daughter, who was subbing for Whis, much to the horror of Beerus. Meda was the youngest angel. She would be assigned to Toppo after he ascended and became G.o.D. They would be assigned to a universe, a decision to be made by the Kings of all.

"Champa and I are going to drop in on Beerus and Meda. I suspect Champa want's to go just to laugh at Beerus while Meda forces him to work out. I haven't told Champa he's doing the workout too." Vados said, "Father, let me know if there's any change."

"I will." Kasai nodded.

"Darkness..." Whis moaned again.

"Shh, you can tell me after you get better, okay?" Kasai cooled the cloth down again and used it to dab away the sweat beading on Whis's face.

"No... can't... wait... darkness... Dark... God... Coming!" Whis's eyes snapped open, both eyes unfocused. He shuddered violently.

"Easy!" Kasai put his hand on Whis's shoulder, calming him, "You have a bad fever. You are delirious."

"No... Dark... God... Coming!" Whis rasped again.

"The Dark God is not coming, Whis. The Kings of all won't allow it to return. Let's settle down. Rest." Kasai hated seeing any of his children sick. Whis looked bad. He was pale, his normally blue complexion a pale translucent white with a dark red band across his cheeks. His white hair was damp from sweat. His eyes stared at nothing, both of them wide with terror. What kind of fever induced nightmare was he having? Kasai shifted a bit, his right leg having gone to sleep. One of the Kings of all entered the room carrying a tray with a fresh bowl of water, a plate with a sandwich on it, and a glass of water. He held a stern look on his face.

"Here you go. I will not have you starve yourself caring for your son. Zeno will be taking over in an hour." the King of all said.

"...Zena, right?" Kasai asked, "Yes, I will eat, and I will try to sleep. I'm worried about him. He has been crying out about Dark God."

The King of all from the future nodded, "Yes, I call myself Zena. Dark God? It was sealed by Champa, my G.o.D of Universe 6, in the ethereal plane. It couldn't have escaped already. The seal was to hold it for at least 500 years, giving us time to come up with a solution. I know 500 years have not passed in Universe 6."

"It's gotten stronger. This isn't good."

"I'm going to talk with Zeno about Dark God."

"Wait. From your point in time, did Dark God rise?"

"No. Dark God did not exist in my timeline."

"I don't understand."

"Dark God is a singularity. It exists in one timeline, this one. I cannot yet see what will happen, and neither can Zeno."

"Dark... God... Coming! Earth... MUI..." Whis rasped painfully.

"MUI? Earth?" Kasai asked, "Whis, you are delirious due to your fever. Rest. When you are well, you can tell us then."

"No... Time... Earth... Danger... Son Goku!"

"You are not making any sense right now, my son."

Rasping, Whis lost the battle to stay awake.

"My office." Glacia led Chichi and Bulma, at Chichi's insistence, to her office. Once they were inside, they took seats.

"How is he?" Chichi asked.

"Goku is suffering from the Rage." Glacia explained, "In the past, the affected Sayian was killed. It was done to prevent the Sayian from hurting others."

"What brings on the Rage?" Bulma asked.

"The Rage is brought on by several ways. One is brain damage, one is virus or bacteria, and one is spontaneous. I have Goku scheduled for a CT scan to hopefully rule out brain damage. Next is a spinal tap to hopefully rule out infection. Spontaneous Rage is our most likely culprit. Moving on, Goku has suffered injuries to his torso and back. I've treated the wounds, but I will need to do surgery to clean up the wound on his back. He was in a fight, but who he fought is anyone's guess. Chichi, my recommendation for treatment is a medically induced coma and antibiotics to treat any infection that might be present." Glacia slid a couple forms toward Chichi, "Please fill these out. The information you give will aid me in treating him." She saw Chichi start to tear up. "It's okay! Goku will survive this. He's too stubborn to die. Remember the TMV pandemic? He survived that. This is a walk in the park compared to that."

Chichi nodded, "I can't help but worry. Can I see him?"

"Yes, after he is placed in a room."

"What other treatments are there?" Bulma asked.

"There's medication, same stuff that is used to slow down dementia in humans, but it is only around 60 percent effective. There's anticonvulsant drugs too." Glacia said, "In mild cases, therapy can help."

"My decision is Glacia's recommendation. Glacia, is it possible to do home care?"

Chichi asked, "Goku really hates hospitals, and I feel he will do better at home in familiar surroundings."

"We'll see. There is a lot of red tape for that, plus you will need to be taught how to care for him. I will get the paperwork started for that, but be aware, your request may get denied."

"If it helps, I am a trained nurse."

"That will really help, but you still may get denied."

"I understand." Chichi finished with the forms. Broly entered the office, his large bulk making the tiny room seem even smaller. "Radiology is ready for him. I take it you two want to see him first?" Bulma nodded to Chichi, who followed. "You are going to see a lot of wires and tubes. Don't be alarmed. Goku will not be awake. He won't wake ether thanks to the heavy sedative I gave him. The rage is very rough on the body." He entered the treatment room. Chichi rushed to her husband's side with a choked cry. Goku did not look good, his skin pale and his breathing labored despite the oxygen mask he wore. A faint band of red colored his cheeks. Chichi felt Broly's giant hand rest lightly on her shoulder. He was trying to provide what little comfort he could to her. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Call Gohan!" Chichi cried, "He'll want to be by Goku's side!"

"I'll do that. Anyone else?"

"Um, call Vegeta! He'll need to tell Goten what happened! And my dad, the OX King!"

"Of course." Broly took the paper with the numbers on it from Chichi, and stepped outside.

Vegeta was doing the grocery shopping, Bulla asleep in her carrier against his chest. He kept one hand on her as he pushed the cart with his other hand. He was in the cereal aisle, using his Ki to reach the box he wanted on the top shelf. His ringing phone startled him, and he nearly dropped the box. He hit the ground feet first with a solid thump, and checked Bulla, who was still asleep, while simultaneously catching the box with his Ki. Still holding the box with his Ki, he pulled out his phone and answered it.

"Yes?" Vegeta asked, dropping the box neatly into his cart. The golden aura of his Ki faded from around the box.

"It's Broly. Chichi asked that I inform you of Kakarot's condition." Broly filled him in.

"Rage? Kakarot?" Vegeta wasn't sure he heard Broly right.

"Yes." Broly confirmed, "We're going to run some tests to determine which type he has."

"Are you sure it's Rage? Kakarot is only 42, and Rage strikes in the late sixties and early seventies!"

"Early onset? I hear the human disorder Alzheimer's can strike as early as the late twenties. You will need to tell Goten."

"I'll tell him." They hung up. Vegeta looked down at Bulla and sighed.

The school day was finally over. Vegeta waited in the parent pick up lane. Trunks and Goten raced toward the car and climbed in quickly.

"Can we train for a bit in the gravity chamber when we get home? Please?" Trunks begged.

"We are headed to the hospital." Vegeta said, "We'll train after dinner, provided homework is finished first."

"My dad?" Goten asked.

"Yes." Vegeta answered.

"What did he do this time?" Goten sighed.

"It seems Kakarot has developed the Rage."

"I thought old Sayians got that." Trunks said.

"Dad's only 42 too." Goten added, "Is Glacia sure it's the Rage?"

"She is running tests, but all symptoms point at the Rage." Vegeta explained about the Rage, "Back in the old days, affected Sayians were put down. It was believed Rage was contagious."

"If I remember correctly, in villages, when one elder had it, other elders would get it too after a few weeks." Trunks said.

"True. That's why it was believed it was contagious." Vegeta pulled into the hospital parking lot, "Today thanks to advances in medicine, it can be treated, even cured." After parking, they got out of the car, Vegeta getting Bulla from her car seat. She fussed, and going by the smell of her diaper, it was time for a change. Laying her on the seat, Vegeta changed her. They headed inside. Broly was waiting for them, and Vegeta fought the urge to go tense. He reminded himself again that Broly wasn't evil, he had only gone berserk thanks to his father's collar.

"Right this way, your highness." Broly grinned.

Vegeta stifled a growl, "Will you please stop with that?"

"You are my Prince, so, no."

"You know Broly only does it just to push your buttons, dad." Trunks said.

"If he keeps it up, he's going to find himself on the business end of a Galick Gun!"

Broly chuckled as he led them toward room five, Goku's room. "You will see a lot of wires, and he wont be awake. Glacia surgically cleaned out his wounds, and he is under heavy sedation. We want him to stay asleep for a while in order to prevent him from raging again." They entered.

Goten rushed to his father's side with a gasp of horror. He had expected Goku to not look good, but not this bad. Trunks followed, and put his hand on Goten's shoulder. Behind them, Vegeta scowled. He had seen the effects of the Rage and had witnessed his father kill the affected Sayian, but this? He turned to Broly, and nodded toward the door. They stepped outside.

"Kakarot does not have the Rage." Vegeta whispered.

"I know." Broly whispered back.