They continued on, as if Taroas's visit was nothing. Many fighters streamed into the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, to train. Goku and Vegeta stayed out, in case anything happened. When Gotex woke up, he was furious. If Vegeta hadn't restrained him, he would have flew down, to challenge Taroas to a re-match.

"He truly is, of my blood." Vegeta smirked, after Gotex stormed off to the Chamber to train. Goku nodded, and yawned. "Well, I'm getting some shut-eye. Night Vegeta." Goku said, before turning on his side, and immediately falling asleep. "Goodnight Kakarot." Vegeta mumbled. He stared off to the stars, and breathed in. It had been so long since he had breathed in Earth's sweet air. He closed his eyes. And couldn't help but fall asleep.

No one heard or saw him slip out of the chamber. No one sensed him as he walked past them to the edge of the Lookout. Gotex looked down, his clothes ripped. He immediately found Taroas's Ki. Gotex stepped off the edge, plummeting down. With no effort, he used his energy, and glided to the Saiyan base. His feet touched down, making no noise. Hundreds of Saiyan's sat or lounged outside or in tents. Fires burned everywhere. The nearest group of Saiyan's were playing cards. They looked up, but didn't bother saying anything. No one even bothered to stop him.

Gotex would have made his way cautiously past them, but his Saiyan pride got the better of him. He walked past them, his head high. He reached a magnificent tent, with two Saiyan's standing at attention at either side of the entrance. Gotex eyed them, and made to go in. One of them tried to stop him. "What do you think you're doing punk?" He demanded, reaching out his hands to grab him. Before he could touch Gotex, he arched his back, gritting his teeth, stifling a shriek of pain. His hands pulled handfuls of his hair, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Gotex heard a whisper in the wind.

"Obey." Than, the man dropped to the ground with a final thud. Gotex stood there, stunned. "What the fuck!" he screamed, backing up. The other Saiyan barely glanced at Gotex or his dead comrade.

Gotex started to panic. "What the hell is going on here!" He shouted, lifting his hands to the guard. A

Golden Ki started to pulse, in his hands, but still the guard kept his face void of any emotion. The Ki started to glow. "Answer me!" Gotex shouted.

"Please," a voice broke Gotex's panic. "I'd rather you don't kill him." Gotex turned to the entrance to see Taroas, standing in magnificent robes. "Come child." he said, motioning for Gotex to come inside. Gotex dropped his hands, and followed, after looking around. He came through the entrance and crossed his arms. "So why'd you let me in?" Taroas smiled, and sat down at a lounging chair. He motioned for Gotex to as well. "Why, I assumed you'd like to talk." Taroas raised his eyebrows. "Certainly you're not here to fight." Gotex looked around, uneasy. He had come here with the intention of attacking Taroas, but now he didn't know.

Reluctantly, Gotex sat down. Taroas smiled, and waved his hand, in a lazy arc. A plate of exotic and rare fruit appeared at the table beside Gotex. "Go ahead," Taroas said. He waved his hand again and two goblets appeared, full of an alcoholic apple cider. Taroas took his goblet, and took a long gulp. Gotex suspiciously sniffed his, and took a small sip. It had a nice bite to it. Gotex relaxed a fraction. Taroas complemented him on his obvious rise of power, and soon enough, the two were having a conversation about training, and stories, of different moves.

They helped themselves to food that Taroas continued to conjure out of thin air. Gotex sighed. "Well, I better get going. This was fun, but the next time we meet, it will be on the battlefield." Taroas nodded, a grave look on his face, but reached into his chest pocket. "Wait, my boy. Before you leave, take this ring." Taroas handed it to Gotex. He gasped, staring at the ring. It was of a man holding his hands out. Worked into his hands was a small red and black jewel. It looked, as if small veins, ran all over the jewel, embedded in the ring. But what surprised Gotex the most, was the amount of power, pulsing from the ring.

"This…This is Cordonite, isn't it?" Gotex asked, turning the ring over in his hands. Taroas nodded. "It is. Wear it, and whenever you need to, call upon it's power. I wore that ring in many fights, and it saved me more then once. Now it's yours." Gotex smiled, looking up at Taroas. Any hostility he had towards Taroas, had disappeared that night. Gotex slipped the ring on, and instantly felt, more confident, as if there was a protective barrier around him, shielding him from anything. He felt less tired, his power level grew, slightly. He marvelled at his new ring. From his seat, Taroas smiled, warmly.

"I shall see you on the battle field, my son. But always no, there is a place for you here." He said, sweeping his hand out at the fur, and food. Gotex nodded, before taking flight to the Lookout, his face hidden, in the night.

Vegeta's senses picked up as the boy, Gotex landed, a few yards away. He pretended to be asleep, but could clearly feel the massive change in his power. Whether from the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, or something much more dangerous, he didn't know.

Gotex touched down, softly and glanced around. Everyone seemed to be sleeping. He nodded and started walking to the Chamber. He stopped, hearing a ruffle in the wind. He turned and saw Piccolo, who was watching him closely as he walked by. Gotex looked away and continued walking.

As he hurried past Piccolo, he could have sworn he heard someone whispering in the night.