Chapter Twenty-One: Your Betrayal
Am I going insane?
My blood is boiling inside of my veins
An evil feeling attacks...
My body is aching, there's no turning back
So take your eyes off the trigger
I'm not to blame if your world turns to black
As your eyes start to blister
There's just no hope for our final embrace
Your Betrayal-Bullet For My Valentine

DBZ

Seripa's violet eyes followed Leta closely as the princess paced back and forth across her quarters. She had been watching her doppelganger for nearly a half hour as the woman marched first one way and then back the other, a frown of consternation distorting her features. Seripa wasn't known for her patience, but she was far more patient than Bardock. After thirty seconds of pacing he would have already demanded Leta to spill her guts. But Seripa was in no hurry to hear the tale that she was certain the other woman was going to tell her. What secrets did her mother have? It was apparent to her that Leta was a BIG secret that Seluri had kept from her.

Leta suddenly paused and lifted her head. She squared her shoulders and rounded on Seripa suddenly. "What I am about to tell you I never thought I would tell anyone other than Tettuce. For years I believed my mother to be dead, but your existence proves otherwise. Your mother's name was Seluri…My mother's name was Seluri."

Seripa tensed as Leta paused and she gripped the seat of the metal chair she was sitting in hard enough to dent the steel. She held her breath as she waited for Leta to continue.

The other woman sighed and clenched her hands into fists as she closed her eyes tightly. "I know the history of my birth. My father was Lord Spinac, cousin to King Vegeta. My mother had briefly been Vegeta's mistress, but that did not last once he met his mate, Queen Carotia. She was shunned and more or less forgotten. My father had always fancied her, however, and soon he and she began a romance. Once Vegeta found out…well, he put an end to that." She frowned and bared her teeth in barely repressed anger. She took a breath and opened her eyes to regard Seripa evenly.

"Shortly after their relationship ended Seluri discovered that she was pregnant with me. Living in the palace she had to hide the fact, especially since she was not sure whether or not Vegeta or my father had sired her child. She was not able to hide the pregnancy for long, and eventually Vegeta found out. He had my mother thrown into the dungeons until she gave birth to me. He intended to destroy me the second I left the womb."

She smiled sourly. "Fortunately for me, I was born premature, but healthy. Father quickly spirited me away and sent me to live with his Gylderian friend, Lord Vogan, who took me in and raised me as his own. Father told Vegeta that I had died at birth and that he had taken the liberty of throwing my body into the incinerator. I never met my mother, but Spinac visited me as frequently as he was able and growing up I heard countless tales about Seluri. I know our mother's history, as I am sure you do."

Seripa frowned and shook her head. "I don't know anything about her other than that she hated my father and King Vegeta with a passion that was unrivaled. She never really told me anything about herself, come to think of it…"

Leta blinked in surprise, her eyes rising high enough to vanish beneath the bangs brushing her forehead. "So you do not know about her being a former Cleric of the Old World?"

Seripa looked up and quirked an eyebrow. "A what?"

"Are you serious? You have never heard of the Clerics?"

Seripa frowned again and shook her head. "Never. I didn't even know anything like that existed."

Leta sighed and shook her head. "Well Turpin can explain it better than I can…but the Clerics were an ancient holy order of Saiyans that studied the history of our race and knew the secrets of the Super Saiyans. They kept possession of ancient scrolls that supposedly detailed how to become a Super Saiyan."

"Wait, the Super Saiyan is nothing but a legend."

Leta smiled and shook her head again. "No, the Super Saiyan myth is no myth at all. Turpin told Tettuce all about the scrolls. Naturally they no longer exist, but Tettuce told me that Turpin, Seluri, and Ka'bijj memorized them as part of their studies to become Clerics. He told me that they were the last three Clerics in the entire universe after the Great War with the Ice-jins over a hundred years ago. They were barely able to finish their induction before the Clerics' training grounds were destroyed."

"Training grounds?"

Leta nodded. "Supposedly there were a number of planets that the Clerics utilized for training their members for the purpose of becoming Super Saiyans. According to Turpin there were once thousands of Super Saiyans. But the Clerics were established to prevent just anyone from becoming a Super Saiyan. They did not want to risk the creation of a psychotic super powered Saiyan. Something about a—"

"The Legend of the Super Saiyan," said Seripa suddenly, a frown distorting her features. "It was a story my mother used to tell me when I was a kid. She told me that thousands of years ago a Saiyan lost control, went crazy, and became a Super Saiyan. He almost destroyed the universe in his insanity, but ended up destroying himself instead."

Leta nodded. "Yes. But it was no legend. It actually did happen and Turpin recounted the story to Tettuce on numerous occasions." She frowned and folded her arms across her chest, lifting one hand to chew absently on her thumb. "I think it was because of Tettuce's…his…disorder. Turpin was trying to warn him against letting his anger get the best of him to keep him from slipping away if he ever succeeded in transforming. All I know about Super Saiyans is from what he told me. Turpin told him that the key to becoming a Super Saiyan lies in anger, but that one cannot let the anger consume oneself, otherwise…well…" She sighed and shook her head.

Seripa frowned again as she watched her sister. So Super Saiyans could exist, and had existed before and her mother—their mother—had been a member of a group that had been dedicated to protecting the secrets of becoming one. She had undergone the necessary training, but apparently had never successfully become one due to an ancient war between the Saiyans and Ice-jins. Her frown deepened and she clasped her hands together between her legs as she lowered her gaze to the floor. How old was her mother…?

"How old was Seluri?" she asked as she looked up.

Leta blinked and turned to Seripa with a look that almost suggested that she'd forgotten she was there. "How old was she?" she echoed. She frowned. "I was told that she was the youngest of the three by several decades. In fact she was one of the youngest to ever become a Cleric. If I'm not mistaken she should have been around…110 to 120 years old. She was still a teenager when the rest of the Clerics were destroyed."

Seripa's eyebrows shot up. "Gods…Saiyans can live that long?"

"Yes. Turpin is over 160 years old. If Ka'bijj had lived then he'd be close to 200 years old."

"Wow…" Seripa shook her head. "I've never seen a Saiyan live past 40 before. And I never knew my…our mother was that old."

Leta smiled slightly. "Indeed it is a shock. King Vegeta was almost as old as Seluri, though. He never spoke of his age, though. Compared to mother and the other two Clerics he was a weakling and he knew it."

"Then how was he able to throw Seluri into the dungeons?" Seripa asked with a frown.

"She went willingly from what I understand." Leta shrugged and sighed. "I do not fully understand it, but apparently she loved the bastard."

"Really? She had nothing good to say about him."

"Her feelings changed when he wanted me killed," Leta said sourly.

"I see." Seripa fell silent as she regarded her sister.

A sister. She had always thought that she was the only female in her family, but here was living proof that she wasn't. She wasn't entirely sure how to feel about the situation, but she did enjoy the fact that she did have family still alive. It was odd, though, that this woman had once been fused with a Gylderian woman; that she had once made up the being of a woman known as Aurah.

"So…uh…Aurah is gone? For good?"

Leta glanced away and sighed. She was silent for a time before sighing again. "Yes. Aurah…will never return. She embodied the love that Surah and I feel—felt for Tettuce. Becoming one with one another was a desperate decision made to keep Surah alive, but once it was done…we both decided to stay that way so that we could share in Tettuce's love. Surah and I grew up as sisters. I love her as if she were of the same blood as me; as if we were truly family. It was why we never fought about the situation with Tettuce. We loved him, he loved us and that was that. We all thought that it would be that way forever, but…when Cooler's men almost killed Surah and the Metamorian shaman suggested the idea to fuse us together to save her…I have to admit that the idea of combining our love for Tettuce that way did cross my mind. And it must have crossed hers, too, even though she was on the verge of death."

She smiled and shook her head. "We grew up together and did everything together. We were always sisters in everything but blood. And that will never change." She suddenly moved across the room and knelt down in front of Seripa, taking her hands into her own. She met Seripa's surprised violet-eyed gaze with her own violet eyes. "You and I are true sisters of blood. I am glad to know you and I sincerely hope that we can have a relationship as sisters."

Seripa blinked in surprise and gently pulled her hands free. "Fine by me. But Leta…Saiyans are not as touchy-feely as Gylderians are. Physical contact…well…"

Leta laughed quietly. "Yes, I understand. Tettuce and Spinac both told me numerous times how Saiyans are supposed to be. Sometimes I forget, so please forgive me."

Seripa grinned and shook her head. "You don't have to apologize; I understand. Well, no, I don't understand what it's like to grow up the way you did." She frowned and shook her head, lifting a hand to her temple with a sigh. "I grew up as a warrior. I fought with my—our brothers constantly pushing me around and bullying me. I had to be tough at an early age, but I will admit that I never understood why. I never understood why we had to be a certain way when my impulses called for something different."

"What do you mean?" asked Leta with a concerned frown.

Seripa laughed bitterly. "I wanted to be close with Seluri. I felt that I should have had a relationship with her that went beyond her telling me that I needed to be stronger. Honestly, Seluri was a bitch."

"I wonder why?"

She shook her head and shrugged. "I don't know. Probably never will now."

"Well," said Leta with a slight smile. "I guess we'll just have to ask Turpin about that."

DBZ

One week ago…

"Unnnhh…What the hell…?" Glistening golden eyes opened slowly and looked up at a darkened, star-filled, and moonless sky. "Where am I?" Muscles tensed and contracted as a naked man with shoulder-length golden hair sat up slowly. He frowned and looked down at his hands, turning them over as he inspected his golden skin. He looked back up at the sky and then stood up slowly. He lifted a hand to scratch his chin and blinked in surprise as he lifted both hands to feel the thick golden beard that hung almost to his chest.

He frowned suddenly as he became aware of a faint shimmering light from behind him and he turned to see a glowing pool of water stretching out before him. The indigo light bathed his naked body in an eerie glow as he knelt at its edge. A frown knit his brows together as he held his hand above the water and watched the glow reflecting in a metallic sheen across his golden flesh. He clenched his fist tightly closed and closed his eyes.

"I'm alive…" he breathed out quietly and opened his eyes. He stood up and looked at the sky again.

"Yes, Zether, you are very much alive."

The man, Zether, looked down in sudden surprise at the water to see glowing blue eyes staring back at him. He recoiled in surprise and as he took a step back, the water suddenly began to bubble up and coalesce in a vaguely humanoid form; a vaguely female humanoid form. He blinked his golden eyes in surprise as a translucent indigo woman formed completely and stepped toward him. She smiled as Zether looked at her naked body in wonder.

Tiny air bubbles circulated through the woman's body as if they were following the same circulatory pattern as blood. Her body, if it could be called a body, shimmered with the same indigo light as the water. He shook his head in wonder as his eyes took in the contours of her form.

"Who…what are you?" he asked after a few minutes of blissful silence. The woman was beautiful! Easily the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, her beauty making Aurah seem plain in comparison.

"I am Vvalania. I am the last of my kind on this planet. We were once known as the Aguatians. Believe it or not, but we were once the guardians of the entire universe. All of life in the universe, as you know, is made up of water. Right?"

"Uh…yeah…" Zether blinked his golden eyes and frowned at the translucent woman. "Are you telling me…that your race created life in this universe?"

Vvalania smiled. "We created certain forms of life. Others were merely happy accidents. The real question on your mind, however, is not about whether or not my race created life. You, like Bardock, want to know why you are alive." Her smile never faltered, but her blue eyes seemed to darken a bit as she regarded him. "There are too few Aguatians left in the universe. At one time we possessed the means to keep beings like the Ice-jins from conquering the universe. Now we no longer have the necessary power. But there are beings that have come into existence since we created life that do have the power. Or that have the potential to possess the necessary power. You are one such being, Zether Zetra. Another is Bardock of the Saiyans. A man that, as I understand it, you have certain issues with."

Zether frowned as his thoughts turned to the man in question. "Yeah, I have my issues with him. He holds a record for destruction of life that no other being that served under Frieza ever topped. I'm not counting the Ginyu Force, of course. But Bardock took life and showed no remorse until after his race was destroyed…So, he really did die, then?" The significance of her mentioning Bardock had not escaped his notice. "And your kind brought him back? Why him? Why me? Why not Tettuce?"

Vvalania narrowed her eyes but kept her smile in place. "Bardock has a power that gives him a degree of insight into future events. With that ability he has an advantage over the Ice-jins. He can better prepare himself for the upcoming battle that will decide the fate of the universe. But only if he learns to interpret what he sees accurately. If he learns to have patience and prepare himself adequately for what is to come. He will be a valuable asset in the future. You were resurrected for one purpose, Zether. Yes, you have the potential to increase your power to stand against Frieza and his family. But there is another whose destiny will take her to that final battle, where she will play a major role in fighting against the Ice-jins. Right now she is in danger and the danger comes from your brother. He was almost killed in the last battle and is currently healing. But his mind was damaged and he has crossed the threshold into dark territory. Territory that, to date, only one Gylderian has ever managed to cross to and cross back from. Your brother, when he awakens, will become what ancient Gylderians used to call The Beast. Falmer will become what you jokingly refer to as the Super Beast."

Zether blinked his golden eyes at her. Partly because of her intricate knowledge of his life; partly because she knew that he had become the Super Beast, as he called it; but mostly because his brother was alive. Alive and about to become the most dangerous creature in Gylderian lore. He, too, had become that monster during his Writ of Passage, but only his determination to not become the destroyer of his people had allowed him to descend from the ascension and to take control of an uncontrollable evil that apparently permeated his family's blood.

Slowly his eyes narrowed and he folded his arms across his chest. "So I am my brother's keeper, then?"

"In this instance, yes. Only you can reach him and bring him back from the abyss. And if unsuccessful in that, it must be you who destroys him." By this point, Vvalania was no longer smiling. "It is a difficult task that I ask of you, but a necessary task. And now that you are alive once more, you also will have a second chance at fighting Frieza. With your body fully restored you will notice that your strength has risen dramatically. You will also play an important role in the upcoming battle."

"But first I must deal with my brother, right? Who is so important that I must protect? And you never answered my question about Tettuce. Why wasn't he resurrected? He had more right, didn't he, to be brought back to life?" demanded Zether.

Vvalania's smile returned, but it now held a hint of regret. "Tettuce…You said that Bardock held a record that no one else, not including the Ginyu Force, had ever topped. Well that is where you are wrong. Tettuce's past would not allow us to, in good conscience, bring him back to life for the final battle. He was much too volatile, much too unpredictable, to allow us to grant him life once more. Never again will the Saiyan known as Tettuce walk this life. His time has come and gone, and it was all his own doing. He did not have to be the way he was when he was younger, but that was the life that he chose as an act of rebellion against his resented teacher and mentor, Turpin. For his foolishness he has been punished and he must endure it as the gods see fit. He had access to a power that could have stood against the Ice-jins, but not even that was enough to redeem him in our eyes or the eyes of the gods. Nor was his sacrifice against Frieza enough for redemption."

Zether nodded silently and lowered his gaze. Tettuce truly was gone. He sighed and shook his head slowly.

"Now as for the one you must protect from Falmer…she is a Saiyan and her name is Amotto."

Zether's eyes lifted and regarded Vvalania in confusion. "You mean the woman that Frieza blew apart? She survived?"

"Yes. And I have explained all that I must. Time is running short. Your Cruise Rocket was destroyed in the battle, but one of the Ginyu pods is available as one of their number fell in battle. You must leave immediately."

Zether narrowed his eyes and glanced around. "That's nice and all, but where is it?"

Vvalania's form began to shimmer as she lifted one arm to point north. "It is that way. Now go, Zether Zetra. There is much to do, and very little time in which to do it." Her body suddenly broke apart and shrank back into the pool without causing so much as a ripple. The indigo glow faded slowly and Zether turned his gaze to the north.

He grinned and was suddenly bathed in a golden aura. He turned north, prepared to blast away, when something suddenly occurred to him. He glanced at the pool and frowned. "If you can hear me, I have one more question: why are my hair and beard so much longer than normal?"

Laughter like the tingling of bells erupted from the pool. "We could not restore your body as it was before. In order to resurrect you, a change had to be made in order to allow your life to be granted to you. Nothing significant, merely a minor alteration because your previous body had already occupied space and time once. So we had to create a 'different' body for your soul to reside within. The same goes for Bardock. It is why his Saiyan hair is so unnaturally long. Now, no more questions, Zether. Go!"

He laughed and shot away, bathed in golden light and naked as the day he was born.

DBZ

Present day…

"Zarbon…"

The long-haired lackey stifled a sigh as he knelt before the diminutive tyrant. "Yes, Lord Frieza?"

"Has there been word from our mole, Blythe?" His tone denoted a hint of rage barely kept in check.

Zarbon closed his eyes and barely repressed a sigh. "No, Lord Frieza. There has been no word in two days."

"Two days…How long until we reach Celestine Prime?"

"We are less than a day out. 16 hours at the least. We should reach the space station ahead of the rouge Gylderians and Saiyans." Zarbon opened his eyes slowly, but kept his gaze to the floor. He did not want to see the murderous glare that seemed to have become permanently etched into Frieza's features.

Frieza snarled quietly, his fingers digging gouges into the arms of his throne. "Tell the pilot to get us there in 12, or else I will personally eject him into the vacuum of space!" His voice never rose, but the intensity with which he spoke was enough to drive Zarbon to his feet and send him rushing from Frieza's throne room.

The door closed behind him and he walked to the wall and leaned his forehead against it. He sighed…He didn't know what to do anymore. He could barely remember a time when he was once known as Prince Zarbon. It seemed a lifetime ago that he had offered himself up in exchange for keeping his planet safe. Frieza wanted to eradicate his people in order to sell his planet. Numerous warriors had been sent to cleanse the planet, but none had been able to defeat the Aotian Royal Warriors, of which he had been the leader. He remembered the rumors that had circulated about the Ginyu Force showing up to destroy his people, and his apprehension about that possible outcome.

Then Frieza himself had shown up with an ultimatum: turn over the strongest Aotian to serve under him and he would leave the planet alone; or resist and he would destroy the entire planet.

Zarbon had, without delay, turned himself over and he was instantly subjected to a multitude of horrors. He was tormented and tortured every single day for months. The pain went on for so long that he eventually lost track of time and lost all sense of self. Waking up every day in pain and going to sleep—no, being tortured into unconsciousness…well, it changed him. He eventually stopped thinking about his home and stopped trying to contact his family. He forgot who Prince Zarbon was and what he had once stood for…

And one day it all ended. The tormenting and tortures ended and he was suddenly, without knowing why, Frieza's right hand man. Wherever Frieza went, he was taken along. He was so numb to pain and torture that seeing Frieza treat anyone cruelly, or seeing him outright kill them did not faze him in the least. For years it went like that and then one day…he got the news that his planet had been struck by a comet and destroyed shortly after he had joined Frieza's ranks.

And it all had come to him then. He now understood why he had been treated so cruelly. Why he had been relentlessly tortured and then why he had been put at Frieza's side. It was twistedly cruel. It was Frieza through and through. Frieza forced him into servitude in exchange for keeping his people safe and then had tried to break his spirit. Tried to create a drone out of him and behind his back went ahead and destroyed his people and his home.

Well when Zarbon had learned of his planet's destruction by a "comet" something inside of him had stirred. The fire that had burned within his heart, the fire that he had thought had been extinguished, began to burn again. It had never really been extinguished; it had merely died down to a smoldering heap. But to learn that his people had been killed despite the agreement that had been set up…well, it had reignited the flame of pride in his heart and Prince Zarbon had been born again. Well, reborn in a new way. He was not one of Frieza's loyal warriors. But he learned to play the part very well.

That was decades ago. He had done everything he could to try and undermine Frieza, but as time drug on he learned just how powerful Frieza was, and how ill-prepared he was to fight against the tyrant. His fire burned bright and fierce for a long time. But the more he learned and the more he tried, to less his fire burned. Until it was just smoldering again.

Then Tettuce came into the picture and Zarbon's fire was reignited. At first he thought that the Saiyan was foolish for actively opposing Frieza and his subjugation of the Saiyan homeworld. But as time stretched on and Tettuce rose in the ranks of the Gylderian military, Zarbon began to hope again. And the hope had kindling to his fire and he began to remember who Prince Zarbon was. General Spark had been killed and Zarbon felt his hope falter a bit. But then Zether and Falmer had risen up and Zarbon began to see light at the end of the tunnel of despair.

Then in no time at all Planet Vegeta had been destroyed and Tettuce, Zether, and Falmer, along with Planet Gylder, had been eradicated. His hope that had built up so many times before and had been dashed so many times, it had finally been completely wiped out. And he was lost. The only thing that had kept him going for so long had been the hope that one day he would see Frieza fall and his people would be avenged. He didn't know what kept him going now. He knew it wasn't self-preservation because he did not care if he lived or died. He was so tired of being Frieza's pet that there had been recent days where he would have liked nothing more than to just end it all.

Maybe what kept him going, though, was the fact that there were still Saiyans left alive. Every Saiyan Zarbon had ever met, aside from Tettuce, had all been weaker than him. He didn't know why that fact could possibly be keeping him going…

But that was it! He straightened up from the wall and turned to look at the closed door with wide eyes. Frieza wanted the Saiyans dead and he was going after them himself. And now he knew, thanks to Blythe, that Turpin was still alive. He hadn't given much thought to that name, but it made so much sense! Turpin was supposedly even stronger than Tettuce had ever been, but he had been believed to have been dead for decades now. Killed by Major Ginyu almost thirty years ago.

But why did Frieza want them dead so badly? Was it because of that absurd legend? Was it because of the supposed Legendary Super Saiyan? It was possible. Even the Aotians were able to transform into stronger, albeit ugly, forms. And there had been rumors circulating for years that the Ice-jins were capable of transforming, which had been confirmed before Zarbon's very eyes back on Jynn-jin 13. Maybe the Saiyans were capable of achieving legendary power. Tettuce had proven to be far stronger than Ginyu had been, and he was the strongest member of Frieza's army. What if it was possible for a Saiyan to achieve power that could rival an Ice-jin's? What if that was why Frieza wanted to reach Celestine Prime so quickly? Maybe he had gotten wind that Turpin had achieved that power? Which meant…which meant that there was possibly hope to still be had.

He glanced down the corridor towards the bridge and frowned. What could he do, though? How could he help Turpin and the others? What exactly could he do from his position that would benefit the Saiyans and Gylderians?

A slow smile crept onto his features and he glanced at the closed door. No underling had the guts to speak to Frieza, even if they were trying to defend themselves. Even he and Dodoria kept their mouths shut, as well as all the members of the Ginyu Force. If he neglected to relay the message but told Frieza that he had, the pilot would most definitely die for disobeying orders even though he had not actually received them. But when confronted with Frieza's wrath, if he even tried to defend himself, he would only stutter and Frieza would blast him into oblivion. But they would be delayed in reached Celestine Prime. Maybe it would buy the Saiyans and Gylderians enough time to reach Turpin and get away before Frieza arrived. Zarbon would of course suffer some of the consequences of his actions, but so long as he maintained that he had, in fact, given the order to the pilot then he should be alright.

He stared towards the bridge as he made up his mind and then turned around and went to his quarters. It wasn't much, but hopefully it would be enough.

DBZ

Berik stood with folded arms before Amotto's tank admiring his own handiwork with satisfaction. The Saiyan woman would have to live with horrific scars on her arms, legs, and torso, but she would be whole once more. He did fervently wish that he had been able to do away with the scars, but the fact that he had even been able to reattach her damaged limbs was a miracle in itself. It was something that he had never done before, but he had succeeded and Amotto would have full use of her arms and legs. The only thing that would show she had ever been injured was her scars.

He smiled and sighed as he glanced at Falmer's tank. The man had not shown any signs of awakening any time soon. It was beginning to concern him. Especially since he had begun to monitor the Gylderian male's brain wave patterns and he had noticed that they were highly erratic. Granted he knew very little of the physiology or psychology of Gylderians, but even to Diamond they weren't normal. And what concerned him even more was the fact that he had no idea what to do about it. He had absolutely no kinds of medications aboard his ship. The ship was moving through hyperspace towards a space station where he would be able to obtain some, but they were still several days out.

It had taken Broco a couple of days to repair one of the hyperdrive engines, because he had had to rig something up considering he had not had the necessary parts of equipment to work with. The rest of the engines had been fine, but certain parts had burned out when they tried to activate them after they'd been jumped off. As a result Berik was certain that they were now behind Frieza's ship and that the tyrant would most likely destroy Celestine Prime. They maintained their course out of pure optimism and having a lack of any other choices.

But Berik was worried that whatever was wrong with Falmer would escalate long before they were able to reach any hospitable planet or space station. But what, exactly, was wrong with the Gylderian? That was what puzzled the Jynn-jin scientist the most.

He stared at the man, watching the Gylderian's eyes and corners of his mouth twitch spastically. And he felt helpless. What if the man was dying? To be brought back from beyond the brink only to die while they all watched helplessly?

After a moment Berik sighed and turned away. Broco and Diamond were sitting at the helm of the ship and he shook his head. Their backs were to him so they did not see his reaction. Nor did they see Falmer's eyes suddenly shoot open…and suddenly turn completely black. They did, however, see the bright flash of light that suddenly erupted from behind them and felt the concussive force that sent all three of them flying forward.

And they heard the screeching tearing of metal as the ship's hull was blown apart and chaos was all any of them knew…

DBZ