Tarble blasted off towards Frieza after his explosive outburst and transformation into a Super Saiyan. He left behind a burning golden trail as his aura engulfed him. His green eyes ablaze with fury. Kuriza stood perfectly still as Tarble flew at him, the others jumping out of the way as the younger brother of Vegeta prepared a right hook for the son of Frieza. Tarble thrusted his fist forward as he reached Kuriza. His eyes widened in the next split-second: Kuriza had stopped the attack by catching Tarble's right hook with his left hand. Tarble gulped. Kuriza didn't do a thing, instead he let go and folded his arms whilst giving Tarble a scolding look. Tarble grated his teeth before throwing a left hook. Kuriza stopped that attack too, this time with his right hand. Then the next and the next, until he was yawning as effortlessly stopped each lightning fast punch and kick with his left hand alone: right arm behind his back as he let Tarble continue. Tarble growled before pulling his left arm back and charging up a Full Power Energy Wave. Before Tarble even got a chance to attack Kuriza with the blast, Kuriza had hit him with a pressure-point attack. Tarble couldn't move. His Full Power Energy Wave died away and he found himself stuck in mid-air. Tarble darted his eyes left and right wigh fear on his face. Kuriza developed a frown and stared Tarble straight in the eye. A cold wind blew between them. A fiery orange aura engulfed Kuriza and in a flash he transformed into Golden Kuriza. Everybody was silent. A sweat drop rolled down the side of Tarble's face. Golden Kuriza raised his left hand. He struck. Struck Tarble's pressure-point again, letting him fall to the ground unharmed. Kuriza reverted to his base form and forcefully helped Tarble to his feet. Kuriza stared at him. Tarble stood there, confused.
"Never use blasts in a place like this. We protect people and their properties, not destroy them. So long as that's understood we'll get along." Kuriza berated Tarble as he folded his arms. Tarble reverted to his own base form.
"I... I..." Tarble continued to stutter.
"Now can I interest you in some Earth food? It's possibly the best planet for food in the entire universe." Kuriza smiled. Gine stepped forward.
"Stop playing around with him will you?" She requested. Kuriza sighed.
"Killjoy..." Kuriza muttered.
"G... Gine! Is it really you?! What's going on here?!" Tarble exclaimed.
"Of course it's me, who else, Tarble?" Gine smiled.
"But why is Kuriza here?!" Tarble followed up.
"It's a party." Kuriza interjected, shrugging.
"Oh don't worry, he's on our side." Gine responded.
"But..." Gine cut Tarble off.
"His mind was warped by those that made distortions in history to act as if he was like his father. Kuriza was never truly evil... in fact, he's has one of the purest hearts I know. He's dedicated everything to fighting for what's right and those in need of help ever since we freed him." Gine explained.
"R.. really?" Tarble raised an eye brow. Gine smiled and nodded. Tarble looked over to Kuriza. Kuriza gave a thumbs up. Tarble smiled awkwardly.
"Sorry 'bout everything in the past. You've grown much stronger though. Well done." Kuriza spoke up.
"Thank you." Tarble took a bow of respect. Vegeta tapped his foot on the ground, now growing impatient with the whole ordeal.
"So what are you here for?" Vegeta broke into the conversation. The others turned to look at him.
"Oh, of course, how foolish of me to forget..." Tarble flew back over to his older brother. "A terrible brother duo named Abo and Cado are terrorising my planet... I proved no match for their combined strength." He bowed his head in shame after informing Vegeta of what had transpired. "Please help us." Tarble spoke up as Gure walked over to his side. Goku popped up behind Vegeta with a chicken leg in his hand.
"They're strong, huh...?" He inquired whilst stuffing his face with food. Vegeta scowled at his rival.
"Super strong..." Tarble drifted his eyes left and right as he wondered who Goku was and why he seemed a little too happy about the prospect of a fight.
"This sounds good..." Goku grinned. Tarble scratched his head in confusion. Gine flew to Goku's side.
"How strong are they?" Gine inquired.
"I'd say about as strong as Frieza... both brothers." Tarble responded.
"Hmm... around 530,000 each... must be, everybody else only ever knew of Frieza's 1st form at the time..." Vegeta recalled.
"Aww... and I was excited..." Goku muttered.
"Kakarot, don't act like that. Tarble must have had a hard fight and you're passing this off like a joke to him. Not everybody is a prodigy, you know? Think of how much harder Tarble had to work for his power." Gine frowned at her son.
"Sorry mom..." Goku sighed.
"You're Kakarot?" Tarble asked.
"Yep, but my Earth name is Son Goku. But you can call me Goku." Goku smiled and gave a thumbs up.
"Weakling soldiers! I'll grind them to dust and scatter their ashes to the wind! I'll handle this." Vegeta transformed into a Super Saiyan God 2.
"Not a chance." Kuriza interrupted. He transformed into his Golden form. "They're part of my bastard father's empire, it's my duty to obliterate them! Stand aside, Vegeta." Golden Kuriza walked down the stairs to face SSJG2 Vegeta. Vegeta grated his teeth.
"My brother's problem! I deal with it!" Vegeta retaliated. Goku jumped in and also transformed into a Super Saiyan God 2.
"Hey, I wanna fight too!" SSJG2 Goku interjected.
"Stay out of this, Kakarot!" Vegeta snapped. Gine face palmed and proceeded to shake her head whilst sighing. Kid Trunks was watching the trio argue over who got to fight Abo and Cado when he sensed two power levels, each around 530,000, land on Earth... but more specifically in West City. Kid Trunks widened his eyes and looked around in shock. Nobody had notkced: they were focusing on the bickering trio.
'Oh no... grandpa... grandma...' Kid Trunks clenched his fists and looked off into the distance as he thought to himself. His eyes widened more. 'Wait... Mai is in the city today!' the memory struck him. 'She was supposed to arrive here soon...' Kid Trunks threw his casual cloths aside revealing he was dressed in his gi, boots and sweat bands underneath all along. Without warning he blasted off into the skies above: straight for West City.
"Trunks! Where are you going?!" Bulma exclaimed as her son flew off. Vegeta stopped arguing with the others and looked in the direction where his son was flying off.
"What's the boy up to now?!" Vegeta grated his teeth.
