Chapter X: Gohan Returns

Vegeta was unable to speak, he was behaving as if all of his bones were broken. Freon yelled to Pan, "We have to get the last of the Senzu beans from 18."

"Understood!" Pan quickly took to action with Freon.

"Speak to me, Vegeta." Stuka continued. Then she gave Vegeta a little bit of her ki for him to survive a moment longer, the golden wave of energy went from her body to his. "Speak to me, Vegeta."

"Why would you do that?" Vegeta struggled to respond, "What in the world are you planning?"

"I'm not planning to destroy a world I plan on taking over." Said the Tuffle who realized her victory, transforming back from her Super Saiyan 2-like form back to her base form. Her hair went from being golden and stuck in the air with a bang to a tightly curled unkempt mess. Like magic, a hair pick appeared in her hand and she started to fix her hair while speaking with Vegeta.

"So what, why would you let me live?" Vegeta wondered, still spitting out blood.

"If I let you survive, you will become a Tuffle momentarily. However, I want to give you the chance to join us. I can take you to the medical machine and given you enhanced Tuffle-Saiyan DNA. There are things the machine can do that the gas simply can't. You have the abilities to be one of our generals, don't waste this opportunity to join us."

"No way!" Vegeta said, "I'd rather die."

"Is that going to be your final regret?" Stuka smiled. She extended her hand and a small ball of ki started to appear, "What a waste, I should kill you for the brutality your father made me suffer through, how it stole my childhood, how it—"

"No! Don't do it!" Roman yelled.

Vegeta started to cry, "My final regret is that I won't be able to walk my daughter down the aisle." Tears now started to stream faster than blood down Vegeta's face, "I've spent my whole life in a quest for more and more power, whether it was to take Frieza's empire from under him or finally regain my rightful place in the universe as its strongest Saiyan. None of that makes me happy."

Stuka put away her hand, and her eyes were starting to water up, "What are you saying?"

"I wasn't mature yet when I had my son. I could never be the father he deserved, but when I was in the hospital with my daughter for the first time, I was a changed man for good. I vowed to live the remainder of my life solely for her happiness. As a result, I found my happiness protecting her and making her the happiest girl in the world." He continued to try, "To die like this before the happiest day of her life breaks my heart; I'll die of grief before you kill me."

Suddenly Stuka gave Vegeta a lot more of her energy and a pill. Zerstorer grimaced watching this while continuing to choke Gotenks with his headlock, "What? You fool! Why would you do that Kiki! Why are you being so sentimental?"

"The pill will stop your injuries," Stuka said, "that way you don't bleed to death." This implied it was not close to the powers of a senzu bean, but at this point it was good enough. "I want you to live, to hold your daughter's hand as she walks down the aisle. You have changed a lot from the ruthless Saiyans on Planet Plant, you have learned a great sense of humanity. You may walk down the aisle together Tuffles, but your unbreakable bond with remain. I understand the pain I felt when my father was executed as a result of the war, and that only Planet Trade aliens attended my wedding. I had no one to hold my hand as I walked down the aisle."

"I know I'll regret not continuing the fight, especially now that I'm able to," Vegeta admitted then continued uncharacteristically, "but I know that I have lost. I will go far away from here and accept my defeat."

"One of my students is getting married soon; she's very brilliant and dedicated to her studies. She has explained to me in the past that maybe the only person happier than her is her father."
Stuka then pointed in the opposite direction of the lookout, "So, go a long way from here. It won't take long for us to discourage your friends from fighting."

Vegeta wiped away his tears. He knew that he now betrayed the defense of Earth, but he justified to himself that he was going to be dead anyway. He only chose to live that way he can continue to make his daughter have a happy and safe life. Bulla was more important to him than his Saiyan tendicies.

Freon looked at the overmatched Pan and now the dying Gotenks and tried to speak telepathically to Vegeta, "Vegeta, do you have a plan or did you truly surrender the fight?"

"You too realized I was as good as dead," Vegeta admitted, "I no longer care anymore. I'm afraid that I'll never have the power to be the strongest. I apologize for disappointing you. However, you still have your trump card. Sacrifice the lives of the others, make the Tuffles distracted so you can use it. I'm only cannon fodder at this point anyway."

Freon disagreed but respected Vegeta, after seeing his sensei's defeat he knew now he would have to focus, not increase his power in order to not to set off the scouters before bringing it to his own maximum potential.

At this point, while Piccolo was being held back. He clearly did not have the power to struggle his way out. Piccolo realized that he was effectively neutralized, and he was about out of cards to play. Instead of acting out of desperation, Piccolo started smiling, maybe it would buy him some time.

One of the Saiyans who was holding the Namekian was irked. This only encouraged Piccolo to continue mocking them in effect. Suddenly, all the Saiyans that were surrounding Piccolo were staring at the scene. They thought such a reaction to imminent death was bizarre, since the deathblow seemed to be happening momentarily. "Can you tell me, green man, what's so funny?" Said one of the Saiyans holding Piccolo, in an insulted fashion.

Piccolo's mind was rushing at a million miles an hour, thinking of a way out, or at least his next move. Obviously, it seemed he was in a check mate position. Piccolo looked at the Saiyan who spoke to him and asked, "Is it true that blondes are dumb, or is it that they have more fun?"

The Super Saiyan 3's golden aura flashed violently, "What! You scoundrel! Big words for a dead man! Before you die what would you like to appear on your epitaph?" The Saiyan then looked at Piccolo's halo, and was somewhat confused about the situation.

"I want you to answer one more question for me before I die." Piccolo responded slyly.

"What is that?" The Saiyan wondered while smiling with the side of his mouth.

"What are my odds of winning?" Piccolo smiled.

The Saiyans looked on as the notion was ridiculous. Some reacted shocked and most simply laughed at the situation. General Cori was not entertained, she had a feeling the Namekian was up to something. "Keep talking… Your sense of humor will be gone in moments at the rate you're breathing in the Fruitgas."

"Tell me," Piccolo looked again towards the Saiyan who was engaging conversation with him, "what are my odds of winning?"

"Uhhhh…" Now the Saiyan holding him entertained the question, "Zero! Non-Existant! One out of a trillion! Tough stretch!"

"Tough stretch! Bingo!" Piccolo approved, holding back chuckles,

One of the Saiyans holding him down entertained the statement, "What are you going to do, squirm your way out like a slug?"

"Not quite! Watch this!" Piccolo laughed. Suddenly his wrists extended all the way to the Fruitgas canister and flung it down to the lookout, cracking the canister. The Saiyans were all shocked, and had a sinking feeling in their stomachs.

"Quick!" General Cori yelled without the scouter while trying to run towards the tank, "someone recover the canister, wait, what?"

Suddenly Mr. Popo walked towards where the gas leak was. He smiled to her and greeted her, "Hi…" He then proceeded to breathe in all the gas in the canister until it crumbled up to the size of a tin foil ball. Now General Cori was sweating bullets as she now failed her mission, or so Piccolo thought. "Gas detachment," she spoke through the scouter, "Fill another canister of Fruitgas at the HQ, we will commence this crucial step in Citadel again in five minutes." Piccolo sweated as his victory was clearly temporary. "I may already face execution for this," Cori admitted to her soldiers, "but we will not fail the mission. Kill him."

Four of the Saiyan soldiers who were previously holding the canister flew towards the southern direction when Piccolo noticed the Saiyan he was speaking to power himself up with his golden aura. "Don't worry, I'm not going to speak much. I'll make this nice and quick!" He admitted.

In this fraction of a second, Piccolo was thinking about the fact that he only delayed the inevitable, not stopped it. It would be moments that this overwhelming Saiyan force, in size and in power, would release yet an identical canister of Fruitgas and complete their plan to turn the whole planet into Tuffles.

On Frieza Planet 150, the Protection Squadron was finished looking at the smoke created by their lieutenants' self-destruction. Nach was happy that the incredibly powerful threat he was facing as gone, but it came at a very high cost as he trusted his lieutenants like brother and sister. Naturally, the power vacuum would be inevitably filled. However, Nach was pragmatic; though casualties in this war were unexpected due to their perceived overwhelming advantage in power, it was not something they did not plan for. "After the annihilation of the universe's non-Saiyan population," Nach spoke to the rest of the Protection Squadron, "we will grieve for our fallen lieutenants."

One of his sargeants, Adesh, did not dare bring up Nach's children by name, due to the shame they now brought their father. She was tall and slender, though her Super Saiyan 4 transformation mostly hid her appearance. She inferred reverence to Galbans and Pea, "we will grieve for all of our fallen soldiers." Nach nodded, as this was maybe the most polite way of continuing to show respect to his offspring.

"Well," Nach started to say somewhat monotonously, and somewhat sarcastically, "that was fun. Let's destroy this rock and be over it. There's a large universe out there waiting for us." Nach made a ball of ki until his scouter gave him a shockingly high reading. Other Saiyans in the protection squadron were shocked with fear.

"Colonel," Adesh said trembling, "there's a massive power level increasing… 500… 510… 520…"

A stumbling Nach looked at the sky where he saw the ashes become a pink gas. The pink gas congealed into very small drops of goo, and shortly after this all of the goo stuck together on itself in the shape of Majuub. Suddenly, the pink body turned back into a clothed Majuub. This scared the wits out of all the Saiyan opponents. "What's that? No way!" Nach expressed astonishment, "but… but… you were killed, no human's capable of doing that!" Majuub smiled cockily. He looked at Nach, trembling in fear temporarily. In fact, Majuub was surprised a little that his so called tough Saiyan opponent did not bother keeping his composure. "Now, you only have a taste of what you're up against! I may be a human from Earth, but I'm also a magical Majin being!"

"What in the gravy is that!" An angry Nach lashed back.

"Millions of years in the past, an evil Wizard name Bibidi, unleashed the purest form of evil: the magical Majin Buu. He tried to harness the evil demon's power to destroy the universe, that way he can seal the demon and take control of existence for himself. Now, Buu came back right on Earth not so long ago—"

"No way! If that happened I would remember it!" Nach was skeptical.

"Let me explain, Saiyan… You see, it was my teacher, Son Goku himself who brought an end to the magical demon by harnessing Earth's positive energy, and finishing off the opponent with the almost limitless power of the Spirit Bomb."

"If the magial being is dead…" Adesh questioned her opponent, "then who are you?"

"During the battle," Majuub continued to explain, "Buu expelled the good out of him to increase his power. This took the form of a well-natured soul, that of Mr. Buu. When the evil half died, Goku wished for the power to return as a source of good. That's where I come in…"

"I've heard a lot of crazy things in my life," Nach's trembling became pure disbelief, "and I lived a very long life so far. This is one of the craziest things I've ever heard."

"You see, that power was reincarnated into me. I had little idea of what I was capable of until Son Goku devoted the remainder of his life into training me. My power was surpassed by only Goku, Vegeta, and Piccolo. When the Tuffle King took control of the Earth, as the evil form Baby, both halves of the Buu if you will finally combined their powers into me!" Suddenly a violent pink aura appeared around Majuub, "I am Majuub! Welcome to your nightmare!"

The reading on Nach's scouter was increasing yet again, "Tell me this! If you were so powerful, how come it was your master who finally put an end to the Tuffle King?"

Majuub laughed, "You are still so naïve! Do you remember how powerful you were when you were a teenager?"

"I'll admit," Nach laughed, "I was absolutely pathetic. I didn't even dream of being a fraction as powerful as even Frieza."

Majuub now glared angrily, "The full extent of my power. The fruits of my training. I didn't realize the potential that my master Goku was talking about until recently. I wasn't only born to keep the Earth safe, I was born to protect the entire universe! I can make short work of all of you Saiyans, but I am merciful. Change your ways, stop this violence, and I'll let each of you live. Give yourselves the chance to change your hearts."

"Never!" Nach screamed angrily!

"Unless you have made some major gains recently," Adesh brazebly reminded her commander, "You are at a disadvantage."

"I appreciate your fearless response. I'll make you lieutenant for that, but this simple Earthling doesn't understand that I have yet another level of power unwitnessed!" The Saiyan started powering up to his peak potential in his body, the white aura remained as his muscles an veins bulged slightly.

"Both of you…" Adesh read on her scouter, "Your battle powers are at 536! Simply astonishing."

Majuub smiled at the challenge, as his opponent was equally as strong as him. Nach, naturally as a Saiyan, was anticipating the challenge even more than Majuub. "You may have some tricks up your sleeve…" Nach spoke confidently, "but this will come down to who his truly the best fighter, not who has a higher ki. I have achieved the greatest accolades of Saiyan training, you'll see my techniques are unparalleled."

Majuub looked at him, "I see, you did not achieve the Super Saiyan transformation yet you have become this powerful. Simply amazing!"

"Few Saiyans are capable of seeing beyond their transformations. You can say I achieved mystic, or my ultimate power!" Nach wagged his tail as the rest of the Protection Squadron looked on. "It looks like the two most powerful warriors in the universe are right here, right now, ready to collide."

"Enough talk," Majuub smiled and clenched his fists, "Let's get to it!"

"Pan…" Freon spoke as he looked over and still saw dozens of Saiyans and the Tuffles watching their every move. "This is the part of the battle we are going to have to make tough decisions. I'm little help unless I can focus my power, before I increase my ki." He took a pause to see if Pan was understanding him, "I'm going to need about a minute. You're going to need to somehow get Gotenks out of that hold, he's our best chance at delaying those Tuffles. If the Saiyans join in, our odds drop considerably."

"What do you have planned…" Pan wondered, she would have to know since her death was likely.

"I am the only one left with a technique capable of defeating them. Your powers, and even Gotenks' remaining power is too low to actually finish them off. However, since I cannot fight them on equal terms I need to get in a good, what do you say… sucker punch?"

"So, you have a lethal technique but it will only work if you catch them by surprise." Pan smiled and caught on.

"Exactly!" Freon smiled, then turned around to look like he was there to prevent the Saiyans from engaging Pan. "Good luck."

Pan had a serious look on her face as her Super Saiyan 2 aura glowed once again with its bioelectricity. She lunged to where Zerstorer was until Stuka, who was in her base form, appeared right in front of her. "My brother is busy taking care of Gotenks' consciousness. The moment the ability to fight leaves him, he'll have time to see you. Until then, wait your turn!" She elbowed Pan into the ground. Pan counterattacked furiously but she did not have the power to equal the Tuffle. "So foolish, you're less than half as strong as Vegeta and you're taking your chances with me? That's crazy!"

"You're just a big tall witch doctor!" Pan yelled while her bioelectricity was crackling, "Whatever voodoo you do won't work on me!"

"I take offense to that on multiple levels!" Stuka complained while blushing, "I'm a credible scientist; my methods were peer reviewed!"

"You forget! I'm the daughter of Son Gohan, do not underestimate my potential!"

"If my scouter's correct, you do not have much more left in your tank even if you show me your most powerful attack!" Stuka countered. The both of them exchanged punches and kicks, with Stuka simply evading Pan's most furious attacks.

At this point, Gotenks powered down into Super Saiyan 3. Zerstorer smiled as his opponent's power continued to decline rapidly, "It's taking much faster than I thought." He laughed, "You know, I could crush your skull like a grape right now but my sister's nagging's well beyond even her battle power." He then leaned over and looked at Gotenks in the eyes, who struggled to look back, "Also, seeing your pain is much more fun."

Pan was running out of breath as her opponent shown no signs of tiring. She raised both her arms above her head, "Masenko, ho!" Stuka flung away the ki beam causing a huge explosion in the distance.

"You should be careful," Stuka responded, "you could have killed someone with that, this Earth will definitely be less beautiful once you're done with it." She fixed up her hair a little and smiled, "I know you didn't show me your best, but that was about it."

At this point, Gotenks powered back down to his base form and his eyes closed. His death was going to occur in seconds. Freon was sweating bullets, he could not even hide this from his potential Saiyan opponents. "I do not have enough time! I cannot defeat them yet, we have lost!"

At this point a blinding white flash of light was appearing. Zerstorer looked at the dying Gotenks and spoke to himself, "I know my sister commanded me not to kill anyone, but I'm in the mood for a little verbal disagreement. You should feel honored, you're powerful enough to be worth killing." Before he could finally squeeze through Gotenks' skull like an eggshell he was kicked in the head and surprised. The Tuffle crashed through a mountain when the mysterious warrior yelled, "Super Gallic Gun… Fire!"

As the mountain and the surrounding area exploded furiously, Gotenks split into Goten's and Trunks' unconscious bodies. Stuka and Pan wondered who it was. "That lying scoundrel!" Stuka yelled without utilizing her scouter, "I can sense that energy is obviously Vegeta's!" Stuka transformed into her Super Saiyan 2 form, "I'll kill him for that! He was lying about his daughter!"

Stuka flew over to where the opponent was and was utterly stunned. She looked like her student Bulla, but not quite. She was transformed into Super Saiyan 5. Stuka trembled, not from the power, but from the surprise of it all. In fact she was embarrassed a little, now that her student will undoubtebly know her true identity. "Bulla… What… You're a Saiyan, this entire time?"

"Dr. Phillips…" Bulla said equally stunned, before turning back into her base form, "I can't believe that's you." Stuka reciprocated and powered down to her base form, which caused her hair to be unkempt once again, causing the Tuffle to instinctually fix it.

"That witch!" Zerstorer told himself angrily as he was emerging from the smoke, wiping the blood from his face, "Why doesn't Kiki just kill that person right now!"

"I'm so sorry." Stuka said in a moment of humanity, because she disappointed someone who admired her for her scientific accolades as an Earthling. "I'll tell you the entire truth Bulla. My true name is Stuka, a Tuffle name. I came from Planet Plant before the Saiyan race annihilated our population. I survived by working for a galactic overlord, Frieza. As soon as I was able to coax myself from his clutches, I made my home here. Many of the technologies that were researched on Planet Plant I redeveloped for consumption here on Earth. I came here to improve everybody's lives."

"I have a hard time believing you came here to save the Earth," Bulla responded authoritatively, being far too intelligent to buy into Tuffle virtues, "then tell me the entire truth. Why are you here?"

"As we speak," Stuka admitted emotionally, "I have deployed an invention I call the Fruitgas. The mist will spread throughout the Earth and momentarily, every organism that respires will have a modified Tuffle DNA code. In effect, it will revive my fallen race."

"No one dies, no one gets hurt?" Bulla questioned.

"Exactly." Stuka smiled as she felt the Saiyan understood her.

"Then how come my brother almost died?" Bulla saw through the Tuffle's smokescreen, "How come my father Vegeta was brought to the brink of death? How come my friends lay there on the ground unconscious, maybe dead?"

"Vegeta…" Stuka trembled, "Vegeta's your father? Prince Vegeta?"

"Yes, yes he is. The Prince of all Saiyans, the Warrior Elite, the last pure survivor of an extinct race, the son of the great King Vegeta!" Bulla was confident in her bloodline's regal status.

"I see Vegeta is more like his father than I previously thought." Stuka said with vitriol, "King Vegeta brought great misery in my life, to the point I almost took it myself."

"When I was a little girl, and my father put me to bed, he would tell me the great stories and legends of the Saiyan race. Especially about the greatness of King Vegeta, who freed the Saiyans from slavery and brought a punishment to the Tuffle race that had it coming to them." Bulla responded with contempt for the Tuffles.

"I understand how you feel, since you were not alive to see it." Stuka responded, then questioned, "Do you remember what your life was like as a teenager?"

"You already know that my father gave me whatever I always wanted. The only problems I had were with boys." Bulla answered honestly.

"I spent what should have been the best years of my life in a concentration camp. I had to lead the construction of highly advanced equipment previously known to Saiyans before your grandfather outlawed educating a majority of his own people. Imagine that your survival hinged on how much you were desired by your Saiyan masters, whether it be your expertise or your body." A tear rolled down Stuka's face, "I'll be honest. When Frieza retaliated and killed a majority of the Saiyan race, I was extremely happy. I feel guilty sometimes, almost complicit, but you wouldn't understand unless you were a starving and miserable teenager like myself."

"This sentimentality is the best thing to ever happen to me," Freon smiled thinking to myself, "I'm about ready to increase my power quickly!"

"The Tuffle King was no better than King Vegeta, I can really care less about the Tuffle race's second chance at life." Zerstorer admitted still in his Super Saiyan 2 form, "I don't care about what my sister came up with as long as one way or another I control this universe. The day the king forced me to kill my mother…"

"King Vegeta?" Bulla trembled, "my grandfather?"

"No, my own king. My own kind." He looked over at his Tuffle crest on the left side of his chest on his armor. Zerstorer came to the epiphany that maybe he and his sister were uncritically emulating the Tuffle regime they had abhored. "Once I was forced to kill my mother, I learned how little lives mattered. They could be bought or sold or eliminated at a whim. When I saw how Frieza operated his empire, I vowed to myself one day I would be just like him. One way or another." Zerstorer looked over at his disgusted sister and a shocked Bulla, "One way or another… I'm going to control the universe and every living thing in it."

"You'll have to get through me first!" Bulla transformed back into Super Saiyan 5.

"Your power is at an impressive 275…" He said while looking at his scouter, "you could maybe survive for fifteen seconds against me!"

"Freon!" Pan spoke to him telepathically, temporarily distracting the grimacing Arcosian from focusing his powers, "If I am able to teach the fusion dance to Bulla, maybe we stand a chance against the Tuffles."

"Don't be foolish!" Freon responded hurriedly, "Unless you have been hiding a Super Saiyan 5 transformation, both of you fusing as Super Saiyan 2's would not be close enough in issuing a challenge to any of those Tuffles."

"Sorry, Freon." Pan admitted. "Great idea Giru." Pan looked over angrily at the robot who seemed to appear out of nowhere.

"Giru! Giru!" Pan then slapped Giru away into the distance as Bulla took the first strike at Zerstorer, who was having much more difficultly than her than planned.

"If you're so slow…" Zerstorer yelled in frustration against her, "why can't I lay a single hit on you?"

After scratching Zerstorer in the face, making him wince in pain, Bulla did not delay in trying futilely to defeat the Tuffle. "Gallic Gun… Fire!" She pushed the Tuffle into the ground with her energy wave with a large explosion. "Gallic Gun… Fire!" She repeated while the Tuffle was still down. "Gallic Gun… Fire!"

Vegeta in the distance was sweating, "Bulla! Your energy! It's depleting rapidly!" The prince was about to cry, "Why are you there when I can't protect you, I have no choice." Vegeta flew back to where the battle was despite the fact he only had enough energy to continue to live.

"Gallic Gun… Fire!" Bulla continued, somehow drawing more power deep from her well.

Stuka looked through her scouter, "Unbelievable, I can't see how Zero is taking this much damage!"

"Gallic Gun… Fire!" Bulla was sweating and her muscles were sore, she found the strength to continue as if the last of Earth's hope was hinging on her. "Gallic Gun… Fire!"

"Stop!" Said Pan to grabbed Bulla by the shoulder distracting her, this caused Bulla's energy level to plummet back into her base form, "I think he's dead already. Look at all the smoke."

Bulla was incredibly frustrated at the stupidity, "Of course he's not dead! How come everyone on this planet is so stupid!"

"Almost there…" Freon smiled, looking in the distance, suddenly Roman descended down right in front of him.

"I do not know what you have planned Arcosian, but if there's something you have to do, do it right here, right now!" Roman looked at Freon, who was made dumb out of fear. Roman utilized his scouter, "I see that I can't even get a reading on you, but even at your best you're almost 200. That's the power of legends in this universe, but even I exceeded that by a far margin." Freon trembled, "What, you have nothing to say?"

"Let me show you my full power," Freon tried to make his Saiyan opponent fall for a ruse, "it will be far more than your scouter will say. Plenty in the Planet Trade were tricked in the past."

"While my brother Nach is an accomplished warrior," Roman admitted, "he's also a science geek. He developed the projections of the amount of power a warrior hides and potentially amplifies. The readings are stunningly accurate. I'll show you that maybe only his intelligence exceeds his power."

"That sounds nice," Freon continued to bide time, "what was your special talent?"

"Marrying up I guess!" Roman laughed with his eyes closed and his hand behind his head while Freon fell over with his feet in the air.

Zerstorer's armor was broken and his body was bleeding all over. His body language was trembling with anger, he looked towards his weak opponent and yelled, "There's no way someone as weak as her almost killed someone as powerful as I!" He then clenched his scouter in his hand and crushed it into pieces. "Curse you! For mortifying me as much as you did, I will show you how painful your death will be!"

"Don't do it Zero!" Stuka said to her brother, hoping to dissuade him.

"Kiki, you don't get it. The time for virtuous posturing is over when the success of Citadel is at hand, our potential opponents to peace in my universe should be eliminated!" He used his Afterimage and appeared behind Pan, starting to pull her head out of her spine. "You see, Saiyan." He hissed to Bulla, "I could kill her, and you instantly, but I want you to see how it's going to feel before you experience it yourself!"

Stuka was paralyzed by her brother's evil, but she would not sacrifice Citadel's success for anything. Bulla just looked on as the woman she admired was morally bankrupt. She felt helpless to do anything as she was now unable to transform back into her Super Saiyan 5 form as she was catching her breath.

Gohan, who was finishing eating a meal, inexplicably felt something while in the other dimension. "Pan, I know that's her." Gohan thought quickly as suddenly his nightmare world vanished around him, "all I know is that she's in trouble, I can feel it from my soul."

The door to the Room of Spirit and Time exploded, and suddenly every scouter around the world had the same reading. "250!" One of General Cori's colonels yelled at the scene. She looked at Gohan face to face. Gohan looked up at the pretty Saiyan who was much taller than him, while she looked down at her determined opponent. Both of their glares were as serious as could be, they knew this meant business.

"Gohan, Kakarot's son," General Cori spoke to him viciously, "I'm General Cori. The leader of the Neo Saiyan army. What you see here is that you're quite possibly the last warrior standing."

Gohan was appreciative that they could skip the introductions and the posturing, he saw Piccolo with his halo in the distance, about to be killed, and he sensed his dying daughter and a true lack of viable opponents against three tremendous power levels in the distance. Though the one in front of him was as about as tremendous as the one killing his daughter.

"I'm going to tell you exactly what I'm going to do. First, I'm going to kill your whole Saiyan army. Second, I'm going to kill you. Third, I'm going to kill who's commanding you." Gohan then extended his ultimatum, "Choose not to fight, choose to make peace, and all of you live, I don't have time to negotiate."

General Cori's scouter suddenly gave her a reading that made her face, and seemingly her red hair turn blue. "I know my scouter's not malfunctioning, but the difference between most Saiyans and I, is that I don't feel fear! You will not dissuade us from executing Citadel!"

"Very well then, death it is." Gohan spoke seriously, "Is there anything else I can assist you with?"