Universe Six...

Frost wandered among the leanings of a war torn planet, his black cloak billowing in the breeze. His worn features analyzed the faces of the impoverished and his head was cast miserably in the effects of it. His long blue tail swished back and forth with each step as several of those resting in the tents grabbed what they could to pelt him in frustration.

"Bug off, cruel bastard!" they barked in their native tongues as rocks and cans bounced from his body. This was his punishment, his fear toward the Saiyans and ambition for his position had led to this. No matter the effort their minds would not come around to change.

"Hey, you monster!" a rock flung at the back of his head with the effort of a feminine shout. It was highlighted with purple light and sent careening into the ground, Frost turned his head to see his attacker.

She was a young woman with pale reddish pink skin, covered in tribal scars from her face to her exposed arms and legs. Brands were etched into her exposed stomach while a long tether held against the choker on her neck. Her gray eyes were shaking at the counter he provided while a cool breeze threw the sackcloth she wore into disarray. Tears dribbled down her face amid the breeze as Frost kept his eyes locked on her.

"What makes me a monster? Not only to you, but to the people of this planet?" Frost asked, his Frieza-like tone bringing a chill to the air despite the authenticity behind it. His red eyes focused as he awaited a reply, dust settling upon his pronged feet as he made a heel turn to face her.

"You took the Saiyans away! You prevented them from...from keeping our villages safe!" she shouted picking up another rock. It was flung forward striking Frost across the face before crumbling to dust after its force left.

"I know, I was poor in that decision. Having one remind me constantly of my failings as an emperor is always appreciated, but I heard that one before," Frost coldly replied turning away.

She gulped, tears rolling down her face." You don't understand! The Saiya-Force that you put here kept all of us safe from the warlords and the raiders. Their cruel men that hunted us women in the night! You let them..." she paused teeth grinding together." You let them... do this to me!" she roared angrily refusing to step toward the Frost Demon.

Frost froze at those words.' She can't be more than a child, those scars and brands they weren't tribal at all. Were they slave markers?' he gulped looking back at her with shaking red eyes." You, your body, I let that happen. Those wounds that were inflicted to you were my folly my responsibility," he replied clenching his teeth in the reply, her scarred frame taking on a new meaning too savage to look at.

"You deserve to rot in hell!" she plucked a stone from the ground. It rushed through the air smashed into Frost's brow, his head dropping with the impact.

"You're right, I do. The things that I allowed happen to several planets like this one should allot me that much," he agreed as the rock powdered across his body." Yet those that should want me dead the most have forgiven me. They said my deeds call be undone," he muttered looking to the ground.

"Undone? How could a monster like you undo anything! What have you to mourn?!" her teary voice raised as the stone smashed against him.

"I do not know, but for a Saiyan who lost people to my manic episode, who knew the martyrs that I slain in interstellar space, said I could do good. Others have seen the same from my past," Frost looked up." And for him, and the legacy of my once respected empire I will do good. No matter the circumstances to do so," Frost finished strongly as the woman threw yet another stone at him.

It smashed against his face and blew to the wayside, his pronged feet taking toward her." Now, tell me your name," Frost asked continuing to walk slowly toward her.

"Eeh! Eh!" she was choked up, Frost was approaching her. His stalwart face and sharp eyes were boring into her body taking away any sense of words that would be said toward the alien.

A man with a long gray beard ran forward placing his hands around her shoulder." Chiri, her name is Chiri, Lord Frost," the man gulped, his weakened arms and legs wavering as he blocked the path. His resolved black eyes turned toward the emperor and he swallowed." Whatever you plan to do to her, you'll have to do to me first!" his aged voice came as his cloak blew around him.

Frost continued forward slowly, his tail swishing behind him powerfully as he walked forward." Then, move aside," he gestured pulling the man away with a slight telekinetic push.

"Haban!" she said her teary eyes continuing to streak as the aged man stumbled from the push." Mons-" the scarred woman barked before Frost appeared in front of her face.

"I mean you no harm," Frost said staring into her shaking eyes. Her teary gaze struck his heart, but he did not wish to avert his attention from her, this pain was what he needed." I only want to know your name, so I can better understand your story," Frost continued with garnet glare burning with honesty." Do you care to tell me that? This case seems to be the worst on any planet I've visited this far," the recovering despot said with full honesty.

Chiri nodded, out of fear or relief, perhaps a combination of both.

"Chiri!" Haban shouted from his distance position, in shock at the reply.

"I'll talk," the teenager answered back nodding, her teary eyes dribbling down her face.

"Thank you," Frost bowed to her.

Haban cleared his throat." I will come as well. I may not amount to much, but you will not lay hands on Chiri."

Frost looked and nodded." I understand."


Destiny Shattered Gaiden: The Fallen Emperor? Frost's Resolve!

Grand Tour Saga: Part Four


Earth...

Goten crashed to the tiles on his knees. Beads of sweat fell down his face as his black eyes bulged, his head leaning forward while heavy breaths escaped him." Have you had enough Goten?" Katas' voice rang into his ear while Katas cast a long shadow over him.

Goku's son looked up, his sweating features contorting as he tried to stand up." Yeah, I've been trying to use it, but all of this time nothing is working," he answered defeated while falling back into a seated position.

"You will get it, the Kaioken is a difficult technique to learn," Katas extended a hand toward the half-Saiyan.

"I at least thought I would know how to use it by now though. Tien made it looks so easy," Goten answered wrapping his hand into his Namekian's instructors. That grip proving to be the one that brought him to his feet.

"Tien has trained his entire life to master martial arts," the Namekian explained complimented the triclops." He makes most fighting techniques look easy."

Goten stood up on wobbling knees." I guess you're right, my dad does the same thing," his hands rested on his hips. Golden energy trimmed his body and exploded upward into a flame of hair atop his head. He smiled before it faded, and he fell forward, the sweat along his body burning away in steam." I'm not cut like them though, I've always had Super Saiyan to lean on when my fighting didn't go how I planned."

"And that is fine," Katas smiled walking forward. His right hand reached out onto Goten shoulder lifting the gaze of the shorter man." We found the block that you've been struggling to overcome. You let your focus slip due to your power, let's focus on increasing your mental fortitude once more and then perhaps the Kaioken will come easier to you," the Namekian smiled as Goten's steaming body cooled.

"Heh, you think so?" he smiled like his father would, before falling to the side." Maybe, I can take a nap and then we'll get back to it," the son of Goku laughed as his tired eyes closed.

Mister Popo approached carrying a watering can, his beady eyes looking down at the grown half-Saiyan." Oh my, it looks like your training today was too much," the ebony immortal commented placing the can on the ground.

"He will do just fine, he wore himself out in our spar. Though he does need a bed Mister Popo," the Super Namekian commented to his friend.

"Certainly," the genie nodded with his arms folded over his chest. Goten's body levitated and rested atop a cot with a pillow and a blanket covering him." Did you find a way to overcome his mental blocks after your spar?" Popo inquired knowing Goten was resting.

Katas chuckled staring at the resting Goten." I think we did. He may not get the Kaioken right away, but I can tell that Goten will get it if we can get him to realize how skilled he actually is."

"Humph, I am sure that he will," Popo hummed picking up his watering can to head off to the garden.

'My thoughts exactly, Goten only thinks his skill was lacking. Of course, he hasn't had a true fight in so long it is understandable,' the Namekian laughed watching as Goten rested in front of him.


Mount Pouzu...

Goku hopped back and forth over the water his black hair bobbing as he smiled across at his son." Hey, Pan are you ready for this?" the Saiyan raised on Earth asked as his white obi flapped from his teal gi top.

The quarter Saiyan walked forward, scratching the back of her head." I don't know grandpa," she replied somewhat nervously, with shaking black eyes and a heavy sigh.

"Hey, don't be nervous Pan. You just wanted us to judge your power, right? Don't worry about it," Gohan informed with his arms folded across the chest of his traditional orange-red dogi.

"Just let it all out Pan," Goku added smiling and raising his right hand with a thumb's up.

'They're right Pan, you wanted to see how strong you are from their point of view let it go,' she smiled looking her father and grandfather. Pan took a breath spreading her legs across the soft grass." Haa!" she shouted, a white glow exploding from her body in potent flames. Grass around her feet flailed to the wayside as the pond her grandfather floated over began to lap against the shore under the ki.

Pan took another breath in, her hands clenching tightly at a ninety degree angle from her body. Her black hair rose as the white aura grew more intense across her body." Haaaa!" she echoed in a louder shout, dark clouds gathering overhead with the yell. Sparks of golden light swam through the white aura around her before expanding into a boiling inferno.

Her long black hair stood on end raising upward in a fan-like shape that tinted a blazing yellow-gold. Lightning rumbled through the clouds above while the water beneath Son Goku rocked upward around his stalwart frame. Her black pupils shone with blue-green light while her body gained definition. By the end of her shout she was a Mastered Super Saiyan, her eyes focusing on her grandpa.

"What do you think?" she asked with hands resting on her hips. His gaze gave no indication on where she stood in power, nor did his content face.

"Well, you're way stronger than I was when I fought Cell, hehe," Son Goku broke his silence smiling." Then, again, so was Gohan. Probably because you have Super Saiyan Two."

"Is that right? Am I as strong as you were?" Pan looked to her father.

Gohan's left hand was resting on his chin and he nodded." Yeah, just about. You have a lot of control over your ki too," Gohan nodded and his furry tail uncurled from his waist." But how about you push it to Super Saiyan Two? You wanted us to gauge your strength after all," the hero of Earth added to his daughter smiling. His black eyes were glowing with pride in the teenager's power and he knew his father felt the same way.

'If that's true, then maybe I can still keep up with Rote, Trunks, and Uncle Goten,' Pan scratched the back of her head." Okay then! Here it goes!" Pan's hands clenched, and she returned to her charging stance, crackling discharge streaking around her body as her blue-green eyes grew stern.

"Aaaaah!" she shouted the dark clouds overhead rumbling with thunder as the aura around her exploded out. Streams of lightning ripped around her as the ground at her feet crunched and compressed. Winds sharply blew round the field as her aura climbed higher into the air. Distant lightning zapped against her air forming long chains that wrapped and fizzled through the aura.

Her spiking hair struck upward sharply, her eyes growing stern with the released ki. Wind churned beneath her aura and across the pond where her grandfather stood; his features showing the glee he got from feeling the energy." Haaa!" she shouted throwing her arms down and dispelling the darkness above with a pillar of light. Cracks filled in around her as she lowered her tilted head to look at her father and grandfather once more.

Gohan's arms were crossed over his chest and a smile appeared on his face.' Wow, that's what it felt like when I transformed too. Pan's really something else, I may have been younger when I transformed, but she has everything in check. That training paid off more than I thought,' the proud father smiled raising his right hand to adjust his glasses.

Goku's face was covered in a beaming smile.' Heh, she's really something, training with Bra and Mirra Shenron really gave her an edge. This is great,' the palmed haired fighter smiled stepping forward." This is awesome Pan, honestly. I only gave you and after thought about your power that last time we trained, but man, I should have complimented you more," Goku smiled clenching his fist.

"Grandpa, that means so much!" Pan laughed from within her Super Saiyan Two aura.

Gohan's arms were folded over his chest and he nodded." I'm with you on this one dad. She's not as strong as you were when you came back but I'm pretty sure she could beat Cell, maybe even Broly," the half-Saiyan acknowledged.

"But it's still not enough to match Keru of Universe Six though, is it?" Pan asked folding her arms over her chest.

"No, Caulifla either. They were on a different level when they stepped up their power, your guys teamwork helped a lot in that fight," Goku referred to their match in Universe Six." Remember, power's not everything. You have a ton of skills that some people don't. When teaming with Bra you two are naturals at playing one another, I'd probably take you over Caulifla and Keru any day, a fight of your fusions though..." he trailed off smiling.

"Fusions? They can fuse too grandpa?" Pan asked confused.

"With the Potara Earrings, yeah, Kefla was something special. I got the same vibe from her I did from you guys," the palm haired warrior smiled nodding his head.

Gohan shook his head." That's enough dad, she just wanted us to gauge her power, not pick fights."

"Yup, sorry Pan," Goku smiled scratching the back of his head." Back to the point, your ki it's crazy high. Back when I was your age, I was fighting Piccolo at the World Tournament, I couldn't touch you."

Pan proceeded to laugh." Things were simpler back then, you didn't have to worry about Gods of Destruction or Shadow Dragons."

"Yeah, just fighting demons and putting giant rabbits on the moon," Goku nodded.

Gohan chuckled." Maybe not simpler, just less high-stakes."

"Definitely," his father agreed.

Pan looked at them from with her Super Saiyan Two aura, hands resting on her hips." Now, that I'm loosened up I could use a sparring partner," she smiled looking at the pair.

"You were the one that didn't want to fight at the start of this Pan," Gohan sighed removing his glasses.

"I didn't want to, but I haven't transformed in a while. It's like all of that need to fight came right back," she answered laughing.

Gohan handed his glasses over to his father." Hey dad, keep those safe," he smiled as his father took them.

"Kay, son," Goku shrugged keeping a grip on them as Gohan stared face to face with his daughter.

His white aura exploded upward, his power up heaving the compressed ground that Pan's transformation had left." There, we should be about the same level. Give me your best shot," the tailed Saiyan smiled.

Pan sprang back into the hybrid Turtle Style she had learned since her youth." All right don't worry. You're going to get it!" she shot forward, blurring from the sight of average people instantly.

"Good," Gohan smiled slapping her fist away while setting into the Turtle Stance himself.


Elsewhere on Earth...

Raditz pushed away Rote's hand as they shot across the ocean. Their strikes whipping whitecaps across the surface before sloshing sparkles rose into the air dancing around as they fell. A kick between the two split a tidal wave sending it crashing down several feet beyond them losing any momentum it would have had. Their fists followed suit chopping the sea around them further.

"You're getting a hang of it, which you need after embarrassing yourself yesterday," Raditz remarked blocking his son's kick with his left knee. The super Saiyan half-ling stumbled back from the counter before shaking his head.

"Embarrassing myself? You hit me with a punch that had God ki behind it. Super Saiyan Two and Three can't keep up with that," Rote rubbed his cheek where said blow had landed. His blue-green eyes locked on his father after those words as the burly Saiyan laughed.

"You had to be prepared for it though, I was still moving at your speed. That was what yesterday's training was about, being on guard," he shook his head, black hair waving as his head ducked.

Rote spiraled forward through a column of waves causing them to spin out around his body. his right fist fired out and Raditz grabbed it, Rote knew this and attempted to jab his left home only for it to be batted down and a knee to tap against his brow. The Super Saiyan flicked backward while flipping wildly. He stopped himself and clenched his fists unleashing further Super Saiyan ki.

"Hah! Da! Hiyah!" Rote shouted throwing his hands forward in repetition. A swarm of ki blasts fired down from his grasp aimed solely from his stationary father.

Raditz shot toward his half-ling son. His body shot through the energy blasts perfectly, their dome-like glows filling the water behind him as he jetted toward his son.

A silver glow appeared around his long mane of hair while his black eyes temporarily changed to match that frosted color. The blasts were worked around expertly, while shadow-y afterimages traced his frame. Rote's hands seemed to stop entirely as he moved toward his son at a greater rate. Then, an explosion occurred in the air before him and that vanished. He blurred through it untouched.

Rote crossed his arms and his father's right hand struck. The air rumbled, and the hybrid was flung back as the last wisps of the silver-y smoke across Raditz's body faded. He looped back and flung his arms out star-like to face the full-blood that had pushed him to the edge." Heh, damn dad. Still no-selling everything, guess leveling up wouldn't be a bad choice," he smiled.

Raditz looked toward the East, toward Mount Pouzu." Yeah, Pan's power is higher than you are gunning at now," the long haired Saiyan chuckled feeling the power of the quarter Saiyan.' The scary part is that it feels exactly like it did when Demigra transformed her with his magic. It's like his time displacement know all about this power,' that battle from over a decade prior sat heavily in his mind.

Rote nodded." Wow, her ki did spike up. She's a Super Saiyan Two now," he smiled clenching his fists.' Guess that means I better do the same,' Rote chuckled having assumed the form multiple times in their training over the past month.

"Haaa!" he shouted, sending the ocean beneath he and his father into a whirlpool. Clouds overhead congregated in a dark spiral above him while lightning shimmered across his torso. These streaks of plasma burst at the rims of his aura filling it with discharge as his power shot toward the sky like a rugged flame. His raised golden hair sharpened like blades while his relaxed features grew stern.

Raditz nodded rolling his neck." Good son, good." he blared forward striking Rote with a right handed jab.

The half-Saiyan grabbed it and felt the force of the blow shoot through him. The dark clouds overhead shook before blasting apart, his father's image vanishing with them.

"What?" Rote looked to the side blocking a kick with his forearm. It bowed under the force as Raditz's image appeared there surrounded in a glow of white energy, that soon tinted gold as he slipped by once more.

"Focus Rote, you want to grow stronger, so use all your sense," Raditz's voice seemed to come from every direction, dozens of afterimages playing around him with folded arms.

Rote took a breath in closing his eyes. He raised his right and left arms simultaneously and threw them both to the air. What he missed though was an afterimage flickering from just above him, the real deal appearing right at his stomach." Had me to the last second," Raditz complimented, before spreading the ocean around his son's body with a strong right hand.

Rote flailed through the parted waves before pulling to a stop and shooting into air. The split below filled with foam and water while his father glared up from the ocean's surface confidently." I'm impressed," Rote laughed before taking forward his slate gi flapping to the wayside as he drew back his right hand.

Raditz weaved past it and delivered a knee into his son's gut, holding him over it with a burst of force." I told you to use all of your senses to keep up," Raditz sighed before kicking his son from his left knee with ease.

Rote flailed backward wiping spit from his mouth in the process." All right, well, here I come," the half-breed dashed forward again, this time narrowing his eyes.

"Humph," Raditz moved his head away from his son's leading punch smiling.' The pieces are there. He just needs to figure it out.'


Planet Peppa...

Frost sat around a campfire, the black cloak he wore folding around his body. Debris was finding its way from the locals against his body to which he merely averted his eyes." Take your time explaining this to me Chiri, there is no need to rush it," Frost explained slowly the elegant Arcosian drawl providing relief and suspicion simultaneously.

She nodded taking a breath in." It all started when the Saiyans posted here were taken away," she said adjusting locks of her hair from in front of her gray eyes. Her hands clenched tightly, the abrasive scars there chaffing against the tattered garb she wore in the process." That led to a power vacuum between villages and the larger cities here," she explained keeping eyes averted from the despot.

"So, without the Saiyans the worst among you decided they could do what they wanted," Frost returned the words. His red eyes looking at the scars and burns that lined her body.

Chiri looked up and nodded." The strays that settled here added in the favor, their worst traits coming to show."

"Chiri, you don't have to rush this," Haban assured placing a hand on her shoulder. His green eyes looking at the despot that sat across from them narrowed.

"Then, what happened?" Frost asked as a stone smashed against the back of his head followed by a slew of harsh words.

"There is nothing for sure, but the largest cities started to gather forces. Lacking an emperor led to a civil war," she looked back at the graying man behind her with a sigh." A power struggle that tore families and homes apart," she added on as Haban's grasp on her shoulder tightened.

Frost swallowed." And after that?"

"I-" she stopped, tears flowing from her closed eyes.

Haban spoke up keeping his grip tight." She's had enough for now, Frost. I recommend you head back to your ship, if you're interested check in later," he spoke aggressively toward the man, feeling the shaking in the young lady's body.

"I'll be fine sitting here, thank you," he replied as Haban led her away. Shadows creeping in of the locals encircling him.

He looked up, red eyes sternly staring at them." Say what you want about the state of your planet. I can't remedy everything that I caused overnight, but I will at least hear complaints," he said as a tin can slammed between his brows.

"I have some words for you bastard!" a one armed man growled holding another can in his hand. His left eye was covered with an eyepatch and scars lined his body." I have plenty of em!" he hissed kicking the stoop that Chiri had sat on into the emperor's face. It broke away leaving a small smudge.

"Then, let me hear them," Frost replied looking up, undaunted.


That night was filled with rain something that forced those surrounding him into their tents and leanings. Frost though sat in it amid the smoke from the burned out fire and the chill of the cold nights. His red eyes looking for where Chiri had been taken off too.

Early the next morning he stood up and decided to search for her, while everyone else slept. His pronged feet sank into the ground and he wandered through the muddy pathway.' I allowed so many innocent lives to be ruined. My fear was the worst thing that could happen to these people,' Frost acknowledged while walking passing tent after tent.

His soggy steps through the rain sloshed water about as he continued to search. Finding the far edge of the town Frost saw a deteriorating tent with a hole tearing across the canvas top. Sleeping adjacent to that top on a cot was Chiri, her blanket soaking wet and her teeth chattering from the cold water that was currently pounding through the hole.

'It's a shame that with a life like yours you have to live in this way,' Frost sighed clenching his hand. His dark purple aura spread upward drying his soaking cloak while also driving the rain temporarily from the hole overhead.

He telekinetically pushed her cot to the opposite side of the tent before removing the soaked blanket and replacing it with his cloak. His red eyes stared through the hole and a piece of plywood laying several dozen yards away provided a solution.' It will not hold if these conditions keep, but it will keep her drier than she is,' he commented pulling it over with his mind and sitting it atop the hole like an awning.

Frost then walked away, the person on the cot rolling as he did so. Quickly, he vanished wandering back to the fire ring that he had sat around, the icy rain rushing down around his frame. A golden light crossed his aura as it floated out to dry his skin, his body glowing with a faint power.' I could return to my ship, but if I do that what little trust I have gained will evaporate faster than this rain,' Frost sighed strolling to the log he had sat on earlier.

And so, he sat.


Space (Universe Seven) ...

Trunks rocked back and forth across the craft, his legs and hands moving rapidly. His lavender-silver hair dancing around as he shadowboxed along the far wall. Cha and Bra conversed with Mirra Shenron in the background, their eyes occasionally moving toward the warrior.

'Luckily, the next planet is some ways out. Everyone has needed some time to wind down,' the son of Vegeta noted the smiles on his crews face. They had been scowling or hiding true intent days prior after Dolltaki's influencing.

"Hey, Trunks, do you think we can trust those Galactic Patrol guys with someone like Dolltaki?" Cha asked curiously from her position on the couch.

He twisted through the air veiled in dazzling white ki before falling to the floor of the space ship. He popped back to the side to block an imaginary kick before kneeing said imaginary foe and palming them away with a palm thrust. He swept a left kick across the ground before spinning to a vertical base, finishing his shadow match before answering.

"I'm pretty sure we can," Trunks answered back rolling his neck." Jiya, the one that picked him up, seemed competent enough. Not to mention Dolltaki's harmless without his eyes, Ledgic made sure to cover those up," Vegeta's son answered bouncing back on his heels to prepare against his imaginary foe again.

"I guess so, but I don't know," Bra put her left hand over her chin.' They seemed oddly on edge about saying anything about that Galactic Prison, caution's one thing but-' Bra was taken from her thoughts by Cha.

"All that matters is that he's out of our hair. I'm just glad for that, I hope that creep never gets out," Yamcha's daughter shivered, his controlling eyes remaining etched across her mind.

Mirra Shenron nodded." Seeing my friends like that, bothered me to no end," she refused to elaborate further, but they agreed.

"Definitely, he was just such a creep," Bra shivered thinking about it again.

Trunks threw his right hand against the air to start training again." At least Mirra was able to find a way to reverse it. It'd be hard to explain to Zangya why their daughter came back with an accent and delinquency."

Cha shrugged." I think she'd dig it."

"Yeah, about as much as dad would enjoy me walking around going 'OMG that's totes adorbs'," Bra rolled her eyes. Trunks' description of their dolled personalities resounded disturbingly for the pair, though they would not admit it.

"I know I couldn't," Trunks replied delivering a high kick. His right fist fired out against his shadow's before splitting away with a rising knee strike that met the air." You're so much more than the shopping airhead type," he weaved through an imaginary punch before palming forward and crashing to the floor atop it, his hips twisting to raise his legs from the ground in a wheeling kick.

"Thanks bro," Bra looked nodding. She was warrior with honed mind and body, something that an airhead would never be able to capitalize upon.

Trunks pushed up and crossed his arms, a phantom boxing him backward or at least his feet showed so." No problem, I can't have you goes go doubting yourselves. The whole point of this trip was to get rid of some of that doubt, to prepare ourselves to fill in our fathers' shoes," he proclaimed continuing to weave through strikes from his invisible foe.

Mirra Shenron let those words resound in her head while watching Trunks fight.' His movements, there is no one there, but the way he's fighting...it is almost like there is a specific style he's countering. Goten's style maybe?' her head tilted as Bra stood up from the chair, baggy hoodie swaying.

"Fighting against thin air isn't going to get you there, Trunks," Bra replied removing said hoodie. Her black sports bra was all that sat underneath it while her jogging pants adjusted into stance.

Trunks scratched the back of his head." Hey, don't knock it until you try it."

"Let me try against you first, dad always said for us to train in a pair," Bra added rolling her neck, her bare hands clenching.

"Don't complain if you can't keep up," he smiled taking a few steps back." It's pretty cramped for fighting though, no high flying stuff, okay?"

"Right," Bra nodded taking several steps away from her brother.

Cha stood up at the table and looked over at Mirra Shenron." Well, this is going to be fun."

Mirra Shenron nodded." I agree."


Universe Six (Planet Peppa) ...

The rains refused to leave, and the native Peppans refused to leave their estates. Frost though sat around the fire calmly, allowing the pounding rains to strike his body mercilessly. His red eyes were closing from fatigue of such, but he accepted the responsibility of his own mental shortcomings as a leader. The rain proving a useful means of analyzing that fact.

A river rolled in front of his body cutting through the fire pit to throw around the logs that sat at the bottom. His head dropped not long after, giving into the fatigue of loafing about so obviously.

While the emperor slept, someone else braved into the rain. A young teenager covering her head with a flat piece of plywood with a black cloak in her hand. She moved through the mud quietly in an effort to not disturb the former despot with purpose. Her gray eyes looking at his sleeping frame with hesitance for what he had done, but in his current state he had done nothing.

Holding the ply over the pair of them she took the cloth in her hand." Here, out here you need this more than I do," she said aloud wrapping the cloak around its original wielder's neck, it was warm on his skin which brought a smile to his face. In fact, the fabric had been dried by fire something that seemed impossible in the rains that drenched the planet.

Chiri quickly scurried away, her head lowered unable to look directly at the former despot.

Frost's eyes twitched, and he looked back to the sound of wet footsteps." Did I fall asleep?" he asked reaching to his neck, feeling the fabric he had given away sitting there." Did she come out here to give this back?" he questioned, an orange-golden tint flashing in her periphery as he stared toward the distance.


Days had passed since those rainy days and the locals were growing tired of his presence; assailing him with riffraff from the ground and their own voices. Broadly, he took it upon his lofty shoulders.

And that resilience paid off as Frost stood looking at Chiri, his red eyes locked on her battered frame and his ears listening to every word that escaped her mouth. His heart was tugged by the testimony of abuse and violence that had been wrought upon her. The scars and branding from the passage between different regimes of violent warlords, and the cries for help that remained unanswered.

"They raided our villages on the outskirts...in the middle of the night..." she huffed looking to the ground with tears rolling down her face. Hands wrapped around her knees as she sat by the fire." We were taken to a giant building in the capital to be sold. We were stripped to practically nothing...and then we were given numbers and tags..." she shivered as the memory continued to be recalled.

"You don't have to Chiri, he gets the idea," Haban swallowed as Frost looked at her with teeth clenched.

"They had trainers...they attacked us, drugged us, anything to get us to break spiritually to present for the audience..." she recalled shaking." Then, when our lots were called, we were pulled onto the stage by our collars and sold off. After that the buyers...they did..." she shook looking at the branding on her midsection, and the scars along her wrists. The assaults playing back in her mind.

"You weren't the only young girl then, the only one, bought and sold like cattle," Frost muttered unwilling to raise his voice. His tail thrashed behind him angrily while his muscles twinged with aggression.

"No, not at all! It's all your fault!" she shouted at him angrily. The conversation had been enlightening in a sickening sense of the word.

Frost looked to the ground and he nodded." Yes, it is my fault. The savagery of this planet's natives without supervision proved too much to be contained by any huddled government, my authority and the Saiyans presence kept that in check," he said lowly, his red eyes continuing to streak with faint trails of tears.

"I am going to right that mistake Chiri, I have to now. Thank you for finally trusting me enough to open your feelings to me. Your candor is something that I feel like I've needed to hear for a long time, a firsthand account of my failures as ruler," his voice rumbled. A dark cloud swelled overhead as purple energy spread beneath the black cloak he wore. The dusty ground at his feet turning into a green glass from the heat.

"You were being honest?" she looked at him through her own teary eyes. His resolved face and stern posture were lacking sadistic tendency and the typical glow of a cruel villain.

Frost looked to the sky, his senses encompassing the planet." Yes, I was given this chance to do well by someone far above me in all aspects. The least I can do is honor his wishes," the former despot nodded before levitating from the ground.

Chiri was at a loss of words, Frost had taken her abusive words and scolding shouts without retort nor a sense of violence." He was being genuine."

"Indeed," Haban nodded in equal awe.

His frame blasted over the horizon a few moments later, passing by another tent city. Shouts raced toward him from the ground and debris tried to fling itself his way, but speed proved his greatest ally. He was an Arcosian aiming to put an end to cruelty, something that Universe Six had respected him for before he betrayed it. Their hurtful words assuring that.

His cloaked frame tore between skyscrapers an abandoned city. It smelt of rubble and blood, something that a civil war had left heavily in the air with the eerie black of smoking tires and torched vehicles. Frost ignored that though heading toward the center of the city, where the sole building on the planet with electricity resided like Olympus towering over a plain of poverty.

The Frost Demon landed several feet in front of a barricade. Stockade fencing had been mangled and wrapped around large concrete pilings that were hammered into the ground from above. Sentry turrets rose from the ground atop structures made of broken cars topped with the cheapest homes from the city around them. Broken glass and trash blew behind the wall from the joyous lifestyle that was partaken by those within.

There was something among that facade of fraternity that sat with Frost's stomach. Red dots from the turrets stopped him from thinking about it though as though found position between his eyes. He recognized the lights immediately they were on Galactic Peace Corps construction with mounted plasma cannons resting beneath with a faint blue glow.

Frost stared up at this and scowled.' My own technology that I developed for good purposes being turned to weapons of destruction. I figured only my sect of the Planet Alliance were capable of seeing that destructive capability,' the Arcosian sighed raising his right hand." Pull the triggers all you wish, the bolts will do nothing to me," Frost explained in mumble as the triggers were pulled in union.

The bolts of charged plasma ripped through the air and smashed against his face. The ground behind him tore alight with the discharge of electricity that came from the contact, but he stood untouched." I told you," his right hand swept, and the cannons were torn from their moorings and flung across the city to the outskirts before exploding harmless and silently from that direction.

"What the-" one started to say before being palmed to the ground from behind. Frost appeared there with his hand against the back of the armored alien's head.

"Enough," a jolt of ki filled his hand and the man went limp." If need be, I can deal with you later," he said staring to the other sentry. A flash lit his eyes and the armored guard there crashed against the side support, falling forward unconscious as well.' There,' he noted springing from the sentry post to the ground behind it, trash floating in front of his face.

The door to the building opened with a simple hand gesture and he proceeded to enter. The moment he entered the smell of smoke and alcohol filled the air the musky odor of sweating people resounded beneath that. That smell was his guide to the destination on the planet, where the cruelty seemed to stem from; the cruelty wrought by his failings as emperor.

As he drew nearer the sound of sobbing filled the air, the sobs were of young women that quickly silenced with the wound of a cracking of a whip." Stop sniveling, you'll effect your pricing!" rang through the hall with that sound, Frost's hands clenched with that shout as he reached another set of double doors.

He reached through those double doors and he entered onto the floor a grand auditorium. The pungent odor of smoke and alcohol grew more intense as he stepped in, the alcohol was cheap, and the smoke was far from pleasant. Greasy patrons were the cause of this, their varying heights and builds showed that many of them had come from off world to reach the planet, none however seemed to care about his presence they were too focused on the prize.

On the stage, four young women, of Peppan lineage, looked at the ground, their dark hair framing their faces. They wore nothing but bikini-like garb and a leather choker around their necks. All tied into a single lead held by the marketeer. None bore the branding of Chiri, but they seemed far less resolved than she was, broken to a point of subservience.

"These four lovely heifers are to go to the highest bidders. Shall we start with a bid as low as two hundred?" the marketeer asked slyly addressing the teenagers as if they were livestock. He was a slim alien that one could say looked quite like Burter of the Ginyu Force, with a lighter green complexion and several inches cut from his height. He wore armor that was unfamiliar to the emperor, salvaged from some unknown world.

"Four of them for the price of one? I'll quadruple that," a slurring voice came up from the crowd. A long purple tentacle following to raise as if to place a bet." That is only fair after all," he laughed Frost could not see the bidder's face, but he knew it was less than honorable.

"The bet has jumped up to eight hundred? Does anyone offer anything higher for these four lovely heifers, they will be perfect for any task you need. Their trainer has done a phenomenal job to keep them this disciplined!" the auctioneer shouted gleefully as the girls stood there shivering yet averting their eyes.

Frost clenched his hands.' I could end this now without violence, but unfortunately, I do not have the checkbook of the Planet Alliance any longer,' he looked to the ground.

"Once..." the first call." Twice..." the auctioneer continued his gaze shifting around the room. Frost's balled fists were hidden among the shadow as the tentacled alien started to move toward the stage." Three times! Sold to the gorgeous man in front for eight hundred thousand units!" the marketeer reached the lead down to the tentacle closest to the stage.

From that seat came a slimy ball-shaped creature dripping with a clear fluid. He bore a single eye in the center of his forehead while numerous tendrils reached from around his body. A sick grin crossed his face the trapped girls stared toward the ground, their fates accepted to the cruel tastes of their new master. The glob-like monster handed a card to the auctioneer before smiling.

"Considering that none of you wanted to bet, how about I show you exactly what you are missing?" the man grinned, his tentacle-like limbs moving their way up the girls' legs.

"Eh," they squealed as the tendrils made their way up to their waists and chest. Wet streaks of slime sliding down their bodies as they shivered in their new master's grip. Tears brimmed in the corners of their eyes as the tentacles continued to grope them.

"Ohoho, a show?" the auctioneer grinned as those in attendance all smiled.

"Once, I have my way with them I am sure they'll willing accept anything from the likes of you!" he laughed wheezily as his tentacles continued to wrap around them.

Then, a red beam of light shot through the air as the girls began to pant. It bore through the blob's head just above his eyes, green blood falling to the ground from the shot. Slime spilled as his limbs fell from the girls' body, all of them huddling there with ruby marks across their faces and no sense of running away.

"I've seen enough," Frost said walking down the aisle way. His aura flared to life flipping several of the chairs along his pathway upside down and flinging nearby aliens to the wayside.

"Frost? He's here?" someone shouted in the distance, shouting in fear and glee at the arrival.

"Is he going to give us the show we want? I heard he's not as pure as we thought after all," another laughed from the corner.

"Tentacle play's not my thing either, thanks for that," another voice came from a far corner as Frost approached the stage.

The auctioneer grinned looking to the former despot with a smile." That'll be another eight hundred thousand units," he said gleefully believing there was another customer in his midst.

"This is not your fault, run away," Frost instructed the girls on the stage, never breaking eye contact with the auctioneer.

"Eight hundred thousand units," the auctioneer laughed again, knowing the girls were not going to move.

Frost looked to the girls." Go, you're free. You no longer have to lounge around here, you're free," Frost repeated in a raised tone. Those in the room gulping with the revealed.

"What?" the auctioneer shouted as the Peppans on the stage hurried through a side door. A telekinetic pushed followed them hurling those standing on the other side against a wall. Their heads slumping down as the girls hurried by.

"I told you, I've seen enough. This type of action is uncalled for on a planet in my kingdom," Frost roared, blowing the man over with a flash of his aura. The entire room grew silent as he floated above the floor." The Frost that let this type of action go on is long gone, I recommend you turn tail and return to your home planets before you end up like that lewd creatures over there," Frost instructed continuing to display his might.

"Of course, Lord Frost!" the auctioneer bowed before the emperor atop the stage in full kowtow. His forehead striking the ground while his shaking his lay flat on the floor.

The others shook staring toward the Frost Demon emperor." You heard me, spread the word as well. This quadrant of the Universe is under strict rule from Lord Frost," he said with Arcosian typicality, a cruel yet powerful tone resonating through his voice.

Those in the room looked at him mortified." Y-yes, Frost, sir, your majesty!" one chattered before turning from the room and rushing down the hallway. The Frost Demon's frame lowering to the ground as the others escaped.

Frost placed his hands on his hips and made an exit, the sobs that had rang out during his entrance being replaced with sounds of nervous joy." There is a camp city seven miles southeast of here. I will be leaving supplies with an elder there named Haban, if you are ever in distress I recommend going there. I will arrive to this planet as fast as possible to resolve that discomfort if possible," Frost said passing by the door to said room, where the three from the stage were being wiped down with towels.

"This will help one or two of you, I'm sorry that it cannot do more at the moment," Frost reached to his neck undoing the long cloak that he wore." Tear it however you like, it will keep you warm until you get proper clothing," he assured before leaving the building proper.

Those held captive there looked at him in shock. This was the Frost that had legends build around his kindness. The True Emperor of Universe Six.


Frost emerged to see the skies filling with dark clouds and violent red electricity. Red eyes darted through the windows of the crumbled ruins around him, those that escaped continuing to bolt away as he stared.

"You aren't some group of angry sleazes, are you?" the Frost Demon asked as footsteps came from behind him. Despite their being no one left in the building when he had exited.

His tail lashed against the ground as heeled shoes clacked against the ground behind him." Trying to be quiet just because you have ki that I cannot read does mean that I am wholly inept," Frost turned his index finger glowing with a red orb.

It was pointed against the forehead of a smiling demoness. She stood five and half feet tall, if one were to discount the rising horns that spiraled from atop her head, with pale blue skin. Her crimson eyes looked forward coldly the dark markings surrounding them increasing the intimidation of said stare. A long gown reached down her body stopped at her knees. Black boots resting beneath the hoop rising to her hips.

In her right hand a long onyx staff stood, a green gem floating amid its twisted top." I am aware of that, but you know as well as I do, you could fire that beam at my face and deal no damage," she replied with typical sultry tone, a cruel smile crossing her lips." So, shall we cut out the posturing and get to the point at hand?" she asked tapping her staff against the ground.

Frost looked up at her with a scowl." And what would those matters be?" he lowered his right hand while keeping his left balled at his side.

"Simple, you joining my forces to resurrect the Demon Realm," she smiled coldly, with a grin.

Frost chuckled staring at her." Sorry, not interested," Frost tried to turn away until a massive presence appeared behind him.

"Then, you leave me no choice. I will take you by force, Frost," she snapped her fingers

Frost's body started to glow with a resounding golden heat, the purple of his typical aura being replaced by orange energy for a brief second." I'm not the same Frost that you believe me to be. I am not joining some rebellion," he turned back sweeping his tail toward the appearance.

It slapped into the face of a towering blue-gray wolf. Its body crashed through the streets of the ruined city." Bergamo the Crusher? The one from Universe Nine?" Frost seemed confused as the street was rushed up by the wolf-like alien.

"Indeed, he loyally serves the Demon Realm, as you will." the female Demon behind him smiled folding her arms over her chest.

Frost's left hand raised, a bolt of purple energy appearing there." No," he replied to her as the sphere exploded. A line of explosion blasted into the charging Masked Bergamo, flattening buildings and blasting across the city with devastating explosions." Like I said, I am not that foolish," his tail swiped down, and he flew upward, a figure pouncing from the smoke with an accelerated growth.

"Keh!" he crossed his arms as a kick crashed against them. Bergamo's fierce body glowed with a red light from absorbing the impacts and the resulting burst of force hurled Frost away.

That strike decimated the top half of the building where Frost had been, crumbling it to the ground atop the alien that had been flung through it." Now, come Frost," she snapped her fingers reducing the stones to nothing, yet Frost's body was not within them. Instead he was cutting from above with a knee strike that slammed Bergamo cheek first against the ground.

"Sorry, but that was enough," Frost patted his hands while springing from Bergamo's head.

The Lobian lumbered to his feet slowly from the blow, fur bristling as his muscle mass increased." Tch, guess you didn't have enough!" Frost shot forward. His right face jabbed Bergamo's head backward with massive force, the gravel beneath their feet spreading out in a wave from the impact. Bergamo's head responded to the blow with confidence though piercing a stare at the Frost Demon.

"Ha!" Frost lept for a tail strike only for it to be grappled. His arms crossed as Bergamo's expanding frame slammed him back first against the ground. He was plucked from the ground where his left foot smashed into the wolf's face for little effect. Another overhead slam bounced his face off the floor before a third twisted him backward once gain. Bergamo followed by yanking up on his tail to hurl him skyward.

Frost twisted and found a right hand buried into his face. He was sent shooting through the ruptured skyline and into a building.
Dust and smoke poured from its windows and along the ground Frost's frame emerging from it covered in dusty rubble and cobwebs." Feh," he looked up to see a red orb gathered before Bergamo's right hand.

"WOLFGANG PENETRATOR!" the masked wolf howled. The sphere exploded out in a beaming wave directed at Frost. His hands raised, and the attack slammed into him fiercely. His pronged feet dug into the ground only to find it fading away into twin ruts that raced with him under the attack. He grimaced bearing down with his tail to temporarily halt the progress.

Bergamo's arm added pressure with a pushing gesture and Frost lost any ground he had.' Eh, damn it!' he roared as the kis hot up his arms and over his body. Red ki ripped through the landscape with Frost locked at the center. Ruins tumbled to the ground as streams of ki rippled through them, Frost's body disappearing into the rubble as portion of a mountain was reduced to nothing

"Marvelous Bergamo," the demon laughed clapping her hands. Bergamo started to turn around when a barrage of rocks struck into his body. He was hammered back by the telekinetic barrage as a purple glow appeared in the distance with a right hand raised toward the sky.

"Enough!" what amounted to an entire building was shot forward at impossible speed blasting into Bergamo's body and throwing him opposite the path of his Wolfgang Penetrator. The debris behind him collapsing in with a telekinetic grasp." You will not take me! Nor will you continue here!" Frost barked tendency of his race roaring out with venom on each word.

"Humph?" the demon's gaze turned toward the sky where a second sun seemed to appear in the sky.

"Now, get off my planet!" he roared maniacally, throwing the Death Ball toward the demon.

Bergamo pounced forward, body bulging with red light. his right hand grew to the size that engulfed the sphere entirely while his left came shooting toward Frost's body. Frost's hands flung out to counter the blow, but he was shot from his aerial position as his attempted attack was destroyed by the giant Lobian's grasp. A follow up spiked the Frost Demon to the ground, tearing it away with a cloud of smoke and debris raining in the wake.

"Ahaha! Wonderful Bergamo, I am glad that I chose you to be my emissary on this trip," she laughed as the giant crashed atop Frost's landing spot. The planet beneath him cracking. The impact proved great enough to tremor the planet with great magnitude, rocking it from its orbit slightly.

Bergamo's frame shrunk atop the downed Frost before he reached his right hand around the alien's throat. Frost's right and left found the wolf's wrist as he was yanked from the ground, red eyes watering from the pain." Now, welcome to Demon Realm-" the demon snapped her fingers when a blazing inferno showered Bergamo's body and the dark cloud that sat before Frost's face.

He fell to his knees and grabbed at his throat in the glow of the fire that rippled in front of him.' Who could have saved me? No one I know can breathe fire,' he complained mentally before his eyes trailed up.

Frost saw a scarred feminine frame standing with her arms pointing out to the side, mouth agape in a fiery shout." Chiri?!" he shouted to the native as her mouth opened wider to continue to barrage of fire.

Frost pressed up to his feet, the billowing inferno continuing to grow." I appreciate it, but you can't fight here! Run away!" Frost shouted as the heat grew more intense, the red eyes within turning their full brunt toward her.

"I can't, not after what you've done!" she shouted, with tears rolling down her face. Further fire following to burn across Bergamo's body. Bergamo's body moved like a black cloud through the heat, a juggernaut that approached despite her elemental power.

Haban rushed, hurling his open maw forward with a burst of fire." We can't do this forever Chiri! We need to go!" the aged warrior huffed looking to his ally with a swallow.

"No, he's still fight! Lord Frost, you talked to me! You came to fix my problems! I won't let that be for not!" her mouth filled with more heat and then it shot out through the smoke of her previous fire blast. Bergamo's slowly approaching frame being consumed in heat once more. Tears rolled down her face, Bergamo's body walking tank-like through it further.

"How cute, you think that you mean something. Your sentimentality is holding you back," the demoness chuckled raising her hand toward Frost." I can take that way!" she snapped her fingers a dark fog appearing around his head.

"Not happening, not whole she's here!" his eyes glowed unleashing a barrage of energy blasts that bounced off her body." Chiri you don't understand! He's too strong for it!" Frost added with another shout. His right index finger raised. A barrage of red followed the gesture shooting Bergamo from the fire into a tumble. No damage had been done excepted for the burn that the ki blast had left on his chest.

She stumbled back as the masked wolf rose from the ground, bulking with a red cowl surging across his body." Huh, uh," she muttered as he took toward her.

Frost's frame flashed into the side of Bergamo's head. It slammed the fighter from a foreign Universe into the ground, a crater spreading several dozen feet around the group from the attack." I told you, now come with me Chiri! I'll get you out of here! Haban's already running!" he grabbed her wrist before shooting from the ground surrounded in the flame-like gold aura he had assumed previously.

The demon though cut into their path." I have to go and recruit another warrior for running; I will not do the same for you. Now, come with me," she snapped her finger a dark cloud engulfing Frosts' body. His skin starting to tint his flesh a silver-y purple tone.

"Chiri...Haban..." he gulped, tears rolling down his face." I'm sorry...I thought I could get some redemption here...to help people...to help you. But I screwed it up..." he complained, a back light of red overcoming his eyes." No one is going...to hurt you or the others...any longer..." Frost moaned lowering his head and clenching his teeth. A mask materialized around his face while he kept a firm grip on the native.

"Lord Frost!" she shouted with tears in her eyes, his body swelling in the dark energy that surrounded him.

"Your Lord Frost is gone, though I believe your Goddess Mira has arrived," she laughed pointing an index finger as the Peppan cried against Frost's glowing body." Kneel before you Demon Realm Goddess!" a flash shot toward Chiri's face, being extinguished in a flow of rising golden energy.

Frost's left hand reached out his white palm now bearing icy blue flesh. His wrist protector glowed with a golden hue that seemed consistent until it reached the blue spheres on his shoulders. Then again across his chest and down his legs, except for a portion along his waist that obtained the ice hue as well. His head bore gold; his face though matched the pale blue of his hands.

"You're mistaking, Lord Frost is here," he replied a golden storm surging across his body. Below, Bergamo attempted to leap at him from the ground which he caught in the corner of his eye.

A purple sphere of ki lambasted the charging Time Breaker. Bergamo smashed against the ground with the energy blast tearing across the ground in a consuming field of purple energy. Mira looked back, her demonic eyes showing her glee at the appearance of Frost's latent energy.

"An interesting development. I cannot wait to see where this goes from here," she cackled before vanishing, Bergamo fading from the crater far below as well.

"And the true emperor of Universe Six will be waiting to kill you," he replied darkly, lowering to the purple charged ground below.

Chiri looked at him with her mouth quivering." Lord Frost, you're..." she trailed off as the Arcosian looked at his hands.

"I've achieved a new level of power," he replied." Humph, perhaps the Saiyans are not the only ones capable of such a feat with the right trigger..." he laughed before a thudding sensation rang in his ears.

From there he fell forward, body returning to normal.


Universe Seven...

A young woman with green skin looked out from a complicated building, her purple-pink eyes show surprise as a ship passed through the clouds." Hey, Lemo, check it out! We've never seen that ship before!" she said to a spot behind her.

An orange man in black tee shirt looked to the window, a Frieza Force blaster being equipped to his wrist." Cheelai, stay back. If they didn't radio though they could be coming to Metamor with less than noble intents," he said taking toward the door.

"Hey, I want to see them too," Cheelai replied defiantly before rushing out the door in front of the man, Lemo.

She was fast enough to appear on the landing strip before her ally, who was jogging after her.

The door lowered from the Grand Tour and touched down. She smiled and saluted warmly, if not naively." Welcome to Planet Metamor, the last functioning base in the Frieza's territory," she smiled as the four people atop the ramp looked in confusion.

"Huh?" Trunks looked puzzled, his right hand scratching the back of his head.


Frost finds redemption on a world ruing his existence, but at what cost? The Demon Realm brashly charged said planet, is this war going to come sooner rather than later? And elsewhere, our heroes build themselves up in an attempt to reach their icons while Goten struggles with the Kaioken and Rote finds little footing in catching his father Pan builds herself up further! Now, landing on Metamor which seems to acknowledge itself as Frieza's territory what awaits Trunks and the rest of the Grand Tour? Find out next time...

Reviews:

R: Merry Christmas! and a New Year! because you upload on Monday. Planet Vampa huh you keep teasing us with this powerhouse. i can't wait for dbs anime to come back they are gonna do the broly arc due to the movie being for the manga arc deal

A: The same to you. And yeah tease and tease and tease I will. I actually hope Super just does what the manga did, "Fierce battles have raged since the Tournament of Power, including the appearance of an unlikely foe. Now, though with Broly in the past our heroes head toward the future" before entering into a new arc. But a retelling of a movie I've yet to see would be appreciated, I'll probably have seen it by the time Super rolls around though all things considered.

R: So just a quick question about this story. With Super still ongoing and seemingly not stopping soon, are you planning on trying to add in the new stuff or do you have a pretty clear idea on what you want to do with this sequel? It seems like you are going to touch into Time-Travel and/or Demon Realm stuff in here which I like.

A: [I explained much of this in a Private Message to the reviewer but for clarity] Yes, I am going to try to incorporate what I can of the new Super material, but my goal is the mainly focus is on the Demon Realm. Trust me, you guys are not going to want to miss what's coming.

Thank you all so much for reading this weeks chapter, I hope you enjoyed it. And of course, Happy New Years!

~Herodan3


Hell...

Bardock roamed near the bloody pond, his green armor reflecting the light brought through the golden clouds thousands of miles above him in the sky. His black eyes were staring around curiously while his red banded hands rested on his hips." Where are they? I figured those lot would be crowding around here," the Saiyan low-class shook his head with tail lashing behind him.

King Vegeta emerged on the other side of the pond." They are not over here either," the flame haired royal huffed folding his arms over his chest.

A dark presence spiked into their minds and they pivoted, a man clad in white cloak flapping to their left side. His red eyes glaring powerfully from beneath the hood of the garment." They have gone with me, they have seen their use in the forces of the Demon Realm," the voice came out composed as white locks of hair flapped beneath the rim.

Bardock cracked his knuckles while his black hair spiked into a golden crown." Is that right? Well, you can bring them back after I lay you out," the Saiyan roared before shooting forward, the bloody pond beneath his path spread away as golden ki raced through it.

His right hand fired out and the man caught it, a dark glow appearing around his left palm. Bardock tried to yank back with a release of golden energy before said left palm smashed into the Saiyan's face. A white frame wreathed the shape of the Saiyan's face and a black visor-like shade covered his eyes. A green gem pressed into the center of the mask and red light glared from the eye sockets, Bardock's head lowering with it.

King Vegeta sprang backward, his left hand charging what appeared to be a Galick Gun." Fire!" he barked launching the Galick Lancer toward the cloaked figure. It was swatted upward and the demon darted over, Bardock remaining stationary.

"Eh," Vegeta growled springing back ad the figure's face stared at him under the hood.

"You should know better, Saiyan King," the blue skinned figure huffed, a red ring appearing around Vegeta's face. A white masked spread from that point and his head dropped limply. Darkness expanded a second later around both Saiyan's fortifying them as the demon took several steps back.

"Don't worry, all of your loved ones have joined us as well. They have potential that we can exploit as well," he snapped his fingers taking the Saiyans away.