Part 7 – Go Home

"Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition" – James Baldwin

Looking up at the blue-eyed woman who had been acting as her caregiver for the past few days, Hope lay in her dark brown wooden crib that was made up with a purple sheet and a fuzzy pink blanket. Dressed in her third outfit of the day – a pink, long-sleeve onesie with a bunny on the front made out of a white fuzzy material, she watched as Bulma tidied up things in her room.

"I know," Bulma said in a soft voice as she looked at the newborn Saiyan. "You miss your mommy and daddy, don't you?" Tears started to form in Hope's black eyes. "Oh no, no, no," Bulma pleaded as she picked up the newborn and held her protectively. "Don't cry, please, don't cry. They'll be back – I promise."

"Hey, mom," Trunks said as she crept in the open doorway. "I'm going over to Goten's for a little while." However, Bulma didn't reply – rather, she was preoccupied with trying to get Hope's tear-filled eyes to dry up. "Mom? What's wrong with her?"

Bulma turned around and looked at her son. "She misses her mom and dad. She doesn't know if they're coming back or not."

"That's silly," Trunks debated. "She doesn't even know her mom and dad."

Bulma smiled as she looked at the Saiyan in her arms. "Yes, she does," she told her son. "It's instinctual. She knows who her parents are, and she knows that I'm not one of them. I don't smell like either one, and all she has to go off of right now is her instinct and sense. Poor thing. She wants her parents."

"Weird," Trunks replied. "Well, I'm going to Goten's, so I'll come back later. Bye mom."

"Be careful!" Bulma shouted as Trunks ran out of the doorway and down the hall. As she shouted, the tears that were gathering in the newborn's eyes finally streamed down her face, and she became less than happy to have Bulma holding her. Carefully, she lay Hope down in her crib, and she tried to figure out a way to get her to stop crying. There's nothing I can do to bring Goku and Clara back, and I know that's what she wants. Nothing is going to keep her happy for long, she thought as she helplessly watched the Saiyan cry. After a few seconds of thought, Bulma decided to try one solution. "Come on," she said as she picked up the hysterical newborn. "If you're really Goku's daughter, then this should work – at least for a little bit." Quickly yet carefully, Bulma made her way downstairs and into the kitchen, and once she was in, she opened the refrigerator up and looked at the rows of bottles containing the artificial food that she was having to feed Hope. "Please work," she quietly begged as she grabbed one of the bottles and put it in the microwave for eight seconds. Once the microwave dinged, she took out the bottle and attempted to feed it to Hope; however, unexpectedly, Hope refused the bottle and refused to eat from it. "Or not," Bulma said, sounding defeated as she sat the bottle on the counter and tried to rock the newborn to sleep. "What am I supposed to do, sweetheart? I can't bring them here. I would love to, but I just can't. They're coming back for you – I promise." At the sound of the words coming from her aunt's mouth, Hope's tears began flowing more passionately, and eventually, Bulma found herself fighting back her own tears.

…

"You're out of your mind!" Lenora yelled at Clara and Vegeta for bringing Axmir back with them to their hideout. "Do you honestly think we can trust him?!"

Axmir chuckled. "Lenora, I'm not against you nor am I for you," he explained. "I'm on my side, and what I want is my freedom, and if that means teaming up with all of you, then so be it."

"Where's the Namekian?" Piccolo, who had been left to guard Clara's supporters asked.

"No idea," Axmir said. "Cretos keeps him locked away."

Out of nowhere, Goku and Gohan showed up in the hideout right behind Clara and the entourage.

"There you are," Goku said in a relieved tone – getting Clara's attention and causing her to turn around and wrap her arms around him. However, the hug that was meant to be a sign of compassion, turned into pain for Clara, and she pulled herself away from him once pain radiated through her body.

"Yeah, I'm fine – we're fine," she said as she tried to ignore the feeling going through her body – more specifically, going through her chest.

"Well, my oh my," Axmir snickered as he walked up to Goku. "You sure are brave showing your face around here – you know, with that whole being number one on Cretos' kill list thing because you're messing around with his wife."

"Why are you here? What do you want?" Goku demanded to know as he pulled Clara close to him, which again, caused her more pain.

"Apparently, he wants to help us," Vegeta scoffed.

"Really? You do?" Goku questioned curiously.

King Vegeta scoffed. "For his own reasons," he explained. "We'd be stupid to allow him to help us. We might as well kill him right here and now."

Axmir turned his attention to King Vegeta. "And what would that make of you?" He asked. "Cretos took most of my power, and I freed your bratty little children. I won't lie – you're probably stronger than I am at this moment, so how pathetic would it be if you killed someone without his full power?"

"If you're weaker than we are, then what good are you to us?" Vegeta asked him in annoyance. "In case you haven't noticed, Cretos is far stronger than we are, so what good is another weakling going to do?"

"You don't need strength to beat him," Axmir replied. "I know Cretos better than anyone, and I know the entire layout of this planet as well as where he keeps everything."

"But you don't know where he's keeping the Namekian?" Piccolo scoffed. "You should really try to come up with some better lies."

"I don't know where the Namekian is because I haven't put forth the effort to find him," Axmir corrected him. "So, no. I'm not lying. I just simply don't care. It's not my priority to know. I'm more concerned with regaining my freedom from this tyrant."

"But he's used the Namekian to create a set of Dragon Balls," Piccolo argued. "We can't kill him if he's immortal and invincible, and it's not like we have time to find them all and destroy them. We need that Namekian to get rid of the Dragon Balls, and his wish should be undone."

"If the Namekian really wanted to, then wouldn't he have done it by now?" Clara questioned. "It doesn't take long to notice that this isn't the friendliest place."

"Not unless he's being controlled," Piccolo told her. "What matters is that we need to find him and have him destroy the Dragon Balls."

Clara turned to Axmir. "Go," she ordered him. "Go find the Namekian and have him destroy the Dragon Balls. Once Cretos is mortal again, we can kill him."

Axmir scoffed. "Such disrespect," he said. "You should watch your tone." Immediately, Axmir transformed into the shape of an ant, and he quickly began scurrying the area for any sign of the Namekian.

Once Axmir, who appeared to be going along with the group, left, the others were left to figure out a strategy, and it didn't take long for everyone to notice the deep thought that Clara was in.

"Care to share?" Vegeta asked his sister.

"That drug didn't work on me," she said as she remembered being injected with the Fox by Cretos. "Why didn't that drug work?"

"He tried to give you that drug again?" Goku questioned to get confirmation.

"Yes," she said quietly, "but it didn't work. Why didn't it work?"

"Axmir might have manipulated it," Lenora cut in. "He could've done something to it so that it wouldn't work. It wouldn't be that hard for him to change a simple formula with the snap of his fingers."

"Would you be able to do that?" Clara asked Lenora. "You know, change the formula?"

"Where are you going with this?" King Vegeta demanded to know.

Clara took a deep breath in. "That drug was specifically created for me, so that I would lose all of my memories. So, I thinking, what if we take some of the drug that he already has made and change the formula so that it works on him, and he loses all of his memories."

"That might work," Lenora agreed. "How are you planning on getting it let alone injecting him with it?"

"That's your job," Clara instructed Lenora. "Go get a sample of the drug – a syringe or two full and his DNA from somewhere. Then, we'll take it to the other plane and change the formula."

Without argument, Lenora took off after Clara told her where she and Vegeta had been held, and as soon as she took off in the shape of a cockroach, Clara began to feel weak, and she had to sit down by the fire that was still burning.

King Vegeta sat down next to his daughter. "So, let's say that we get rid of his immortality and invincibility, and we get the drug changed so that he forgets everything. What then?"

"We kill him," she said coldly as she stared into the fire. "Is that really a question?"

"Even if he becomes mortal and forgets everything, you're still going to kill him?" Goku concernedly asked as he sat down next to her. "He won't be a danger to anyone if he can't remember anything, and he won't have the Dragon Balls to get his memories back."

"He killed my baby," she said with hate in her eyes as she looked at Goku. "He deserves everything he gets."

"My dad's right," Gohan sided with his father. "Killing him won't do anyone any good – especially if he can't hurt anyone ever again. Isn't that the whole point?"

"I came here to get revenge for my daughter," Clara argued through her gritted teeth as she held her chest, "and I'm not leaving until I get it. Besides, if he's dead, then he obviously won't be hurting anyone again. Your argument is invalid."

"Is something wrong?" Goku asked her as it became clear that she was becoming more uncomfortable and agitated.

She tried to shake it off. "Nothing's wrong," she insisted as she gripped her chest tighter and tried to breathe slower.

"Stop lying," Vegeta ordered her as he started to become concerned. "What's wrong with you?"

"They hurt," she said through her teeth as tears of pain filled her eyes. "It feels like my chest is about to explode."

"Huh?" Goku worriedly questioned. "What're you talking about?"

"They hurt," King Vegeta emphasized. "She's holding her chest saying, 'they hurt,'. She's talking about her breasts."

"What's wrong?" Goku begged to know.

"It's probably an infection," the Saiyan King answered. "She's not breastfeeding or doing anything to get the milk that's being produced out, so it's just building up."

Goku dug in his waistband to grab a Senzu Bean. "Here," he said as he handed it to her.

"Stop," King Vegeta said as he interrupted Goku giving his daughter the bean. "There's no point in doing that. They'll only become infection again, and it'll be a waste of beans."

"Well then, how do we fix it?" Goku asked.

"She has to breastfeed Hope, or she has to get it out somehow," he explained, "but it's not a one-time deal. This is why you shouldn't have come," he said as he turned his attention to his suffering daughter. "This is why you should've stayed with your daughter. You're sitting here trying to fight nature, and you should know that fighting nature is a losing battle. You need to go home."

Clara scoffed at her father's words. "I'm not leaving," she said angrily. "There's no way in hell I'm letting someone else fight my war."

"What's more important to you?" King Vegeta asked his daughter. "This war that can be won without your help or the life of you and your daughter?"

She became angrier by each word he spoke. "You need me," she insisted. "Without my power, you'll stand no chance."

"As long as Cretos isn't immortal, invincible, and we can successfully take his memories, he'll be nothing more than a punching bag for us," Vegeta sided with their father. "You should leave. You'll only slow us down."

"You're insane if you think I'm just going to willingly walk away from this," she argued.

"They're right," Goku cut in. "You should go home. It's not worth you being in this much pain."

Clara was in shock at the idea of her leaving the war she had started. "It's not happening," she argued back. "I'm not going to leave you with the war that I began."

"We can handle him with no effort once the Dragon Balls are destroyed and we figure out a way to get rid of his memories," Goku replied.

Clara got up and began walking towards the latter that led out of their underground hideout. "So, what're we waiting for? Let's hurry up and get this done," she ordered as she started to make her way up the latter, but she quickly found herself being pulled back by a familiar hand.

"I'm sorry," Goku said quietly as she fell back off of the latter and into him, "but you need to go home." Before she could react or say anything, the two of them vanished out of the hideout, and they instantly showed up outside of the large Capsule Corp house.

Standing outside with the father of her child, Clara was angry and felt betrayed by the treatment that she had just received by being forced to go back home and away from the battle.

"Are you serious?!" She yelled at Goku who was standing across from her with a serious look on his face. "None of you will survive without me!"

"Then at least you'll be alive," he quietly argued. "Our daughter deserves at least one of her parents."

Clara scoffed. "No, she deserves both or none. Either we both come back alive, or we both die. I refuse to have her grow up knowing that her mother stood by while her father went off and died."

"We can handle him!" Goku stressed to her. "It'll be easy once Axmir and Lenora are done with doing what they have to do."

"Yeah," she scoffed, "him. You can handle him, but how are you planning on handling an army of 15,000 men who are just as strong as he is?"

Goku chuckled. "I don't know yet, but I know we can," he said as he placed his right hand on her left shoulder. "Besides, it'll be fun."

However, no matter how cheerful and excited he was, Clara continued to look at him with anger written on her face and in her eyes. "I'm the queen of that planet, the people's leader, and I can't even fight in the war that I started," she said in disbelief at herself.

"Tell Hope that I love her, and tell her that I'll be back as soon as I can," Goku said with his fingers on his forehead – ignoring what she had just said. With nothing left to say, Clara continued to look at him with anger that was growing into hate, and quickly, Goku vanished into thin air – heading back to Erebus.

"They're going to die without me," she said quietly as her eyes let tears of anger fall.

Without nowhere left to go, Clara walked through the automatic doors to Capsule Corp, and she was met by Bulma who was shocked to see the lone Saiyan.

"Is – are – is it over?" Bulma asked in confusion. "Where are the others?"

Clara scoffed as she began making her way up the stairs. "They forced me to leave," she said in anger. "Goku brought me back."

"Wait, hang on a second," Bulma said, stopping her from walking up the stairs. "Why'd they make you leave?"

Clara walked back down the stairs to face her sister-in-law. "Do you have any more Senzu Beans?" She asked. "I have like an infection or something from my breastmilk because I haven't been breastfeeding or getting it out. It feels like my chest is about to explode."

"No, I don't," Bulma said in a disappointed voice. "I gave you all every bean that I had. Are you sure it's an infection?"

"Feels like it," she replied. "Once I get the milk out, will the infection go away?"

Bulma shrugged. "I don't know," she replied. "It might for the most part, but you're going to keep producing it until Hope doesn't need it anymore."

"Can you come up with something that gets rid of my ability to make milk?" Clara asked. "I need to get back to Erebus, and I don't need an infection slowing me down."

Bulma sat down on the couch, crossed her left leg over her right, and crossed her arms. "Maybe, but I'm not going to," she told Clara. "I'm not trying to sound mean, but do you realize how stupid you're being right now? You've just been given the opportunity to be with your newborn daughter, and all you want to do is figure out a way to get back to the battle. My God, you're starting to sound more and more like Vegeta. Would it kill you to just be a mother?"

Clara shook her head. "You don't get it, do you? I started all of this. They shouldn't have to fight in a war that I started. They're going to be slaughtered without me!"

"And don't you think that might have been one of the reasons that he brought you back here?" Bulma argued. "At least your precious little girl will have one of her parents. They usually know when they're walking into a death trap."

Clara went silent for a moment. "It doesn't matter," she finally began. "What matters is that he made me leave my battle – the battle that I came here in the first place to get help fighting. He knew how badly I wanted to fight, and he tore that away from me."

Bulma laughed in disbelief. "You can't be serious right now," she said as she started to get angrier and stood up to face her sister-in-law. "So what, Clara? So what if he pulled you out of what you're calling a "suicide mission"? Oh no, how dare he take away something that you wanted. You know what else he did that was so terribly wrong? He gave you another chance to be a mother because you lost that chance once before. He gave you your beautiful little girl, and I know that if he had the chance or the choice, he'd love to be here with her, but he gave you that chance. He gave up his chance to hold her again and spend time with her because he knew that you would've wanted that, so when a good enough reason came around for you to leave Erebus, he got you away as soon as he could. Are you really okay with leaving your daughter with no parents?"

"Of course not," she replied, "but I want her to have both of us – not just one, and if I'm not there, that's exactly what she'll have. I have to help them, and if we all die, then at least she'll grow up knowing that her mother and father died to protect her and not just her father."

"You think that she's going to think less of you?" Bulma finally realized.

Clara nodded. "She'll grow up asking me, 'Why weren't you there to help my dad?' or 'Why did you turn your back on them?', and I don't know how I'm going to answer those questions," she painfully admitted.

Bulma smiled and placed her hands on her sister-in-law's shoulders. "I think you need to stop underestimating what Goku, Vegeta, and everyone else is capable of," she said. "You'd be amazed if you sat on the sidelines and watched once in a while. You not being there is probably the best thing that could have happened to them because now they don't have to worry about Hope losing both of her parents or you getting hurt, and whether or not they admit it, they would all worry about you getting harmed in the fight."

Clara snickered. "You really have a lot of faith in them, don't you?"

"Yes," Bulma nodded, "I do."

"I'm still the strongest out of all of them, and their chances of winning dropped significantly when they pulled me out of the fight," Clara began. "I should've just let them blow the planet up."

"Even if you would've allowed it, Goku would've never let that happen," Bulma replied. "Not only does he want to save everyone there, but you know him – always itching for a new challenge."

"Well, they're certainly going to have that challenge," Clara scoffed. "I'll be amazed if they can handle 15,000 men plus Cretos."

Bulma smiled. "I'm sure they can handle themselves, but we need to get rid of that infection. Follow me."

The two made their way down the long hallway and into Bulma's large lab, and Bulma immediately walked over to one of her medicine cabinets, pulled out a bottle of pills, and then gave it to Clara.

"I'm not going to make something to stop your body from making milk because I know exactly what you'll do as soon as you take it," Bulma reminded her. "However, that should get rid of your infection in a few days, and by that time, they should be back."

Clara looked at the bottle in her hand. "Thanks," she said quietly and uninterestedly. "Where's Hope?"

"Sleeping," Bulma said, sounding relieved. "You'd be surprised at how hard it is to get her to fall asleep – these past three days have been impossible."

Clara looked at her sister-in-law in shock. "Three days?" She questioned in surprise. "Are you sure it's been three days?"

"Yes," Bulma confirmed. "Tonight would've been her third night without one of you with her."

"What have I missed?" Clara asked quietly as she tried to conceal her quivering voice that was on the edge of breaking.

Bulma chuckled. "Crying, dirty diapers, waking up in the middle of the night to feed her. You know, that stuff."

"Right," Clara awkwardly snickered. "That stuff. The uh, good old fun stuff, am I right?"

"Are you alright?" Bulma questioned the young Saiyan. "You seem a little nervous."

Clara smiled. "I'm fine," she laughed as she walked past her sister-in-law and made her way up the stairs. "No need to worry about me."

"Well, if you need anything, then just let me know," Bulma offered. "Her crib is in your room, and she just fell asleep."

Without a reply, Clara continued to make her way up to the second floor, and once there, she quietly walked into the dimly lit room. Immediately, she walked over to the newborn and couldn't help but to watch her sleep soundly.

I should probably change out of these clothes, she told herself once she realized that she was still wearing her queen attire. In her dresser, she pulled out a pair of blue pajama pants and a white tank top. Clara changed into the comfortable getup, sat on her bed across from the crib, and continued to watch her and Goku's daughter sleep. The hell am I doing here? She wondered. How did I let them pull me away from that fight? He just jumped at the chance to get me out of there. I shouldn't be here, sitting on a bed in comfortable clothes – I should be on Erebus with them – fighting the war that I started – not babysitting. Slowly, she got out of her bed, walked over to the crib, and knelt down beside it so that her elbows rested on the railing. "I'm sorry," she began as she fought back tears. "I'm sorry that you were cursed with having me for a mother. Because of me, your father, your uncle, your older brother, your grandfather, and your grandmother-ish person is going to die, and it's all because of me. Because I'm here and not there. I'm sorry that you're going to lose most of your family before you ever really meet them." Clara chuckled in disbelief. "I know what you're thinking," she continued. "'But mom, couldn't you just use the Namekian dragon balls to bring them back?' That would be a good idea if I didn't know that Cretos is going to completely vaporize their bodies and steal their energy, so technically, they won't really be dead – they'll just be in a different form, and there's no coming back from that – just like he did to Camilla." She placed her hand on her newborn's forehead. "Bulma seems to be doing a really good job in taking care of you for me and your dad," she smiled. "I know she really wants another baby, and if both your father and I die, you make sure that she gives you everything that you want. Truth be told, I can't stay here. It's not fair for you to lose your entire family because of me not being there to protect them." Tears started to roll down her cheeks as she rubbed her newborn's cheek. "This might be the last time I get to talk to you because I know that if I go and help them in this fight, then there's a good chance they'll vaporize me and take my energy because it's me they're after in the end, but there's a chance we may beat them, and then your whole family will come home to you. I've made peace with the fact that I may not get to see your first steps, hear your first words, take you on mother-daughter shopping sprees, watch you go on your first date, see your father walk you down the aisle, or see you have a family of your own, but I don't think your dad has. He's never really had the chance to be raise one of his kids how he wanted to, and I know he wants to give you a different life – one free of danger and fighting, and I know he wants to give you a happy, normal life. The least I can do is give him is that opportunity because both you and he gave me the power that I need to finish what I started – he gave me you, and then you gave me Gurki. I love you, I love your dad – I wish I could marry that man, I love your uncle, your brothers, your grandfather, your Aunt Bulma, your cousin, and the rest of our family. If we're lucky to all come back home, then I'll never take a single day for granted, but chances are that one of us is going to be lost, and if I have to sacrifice myself to save them, then I will, but I never want you to doubt whether I loved your or not, and the same goes for your dad – I know he loves you probably even more that food, and that's saying a lot. I'm going to go save them for you as soon as I figure out a way there."

Passing the next few hours by watching and taking care of her newborn, Clara looked at the clock on her wall that read 3:15 AM. With a deep breath, she finished cradling her daughter, laid her back down in the crib, and looked at her one last time.

Bulma should be fast asleep by now, she told herself as she looked at how late it was. Let's just make this quick. Quickly and quietly, she walked over to her dresser and pulled out an outfit suited for battle – black spandex pants, a long sleeve black spandex shirt, and black boots. After grabbing the bottle of pills that Bulma had given her, she slowly walked out of the room, closed the door behind her, and began making her way down stairs to the kitchen. After grabbing food out of the refrigerator, she hustled her way down to the lab that her ship was being repaired in. She's made a lot of progress, she noted as she examined her like-new ship that had been completely destroyed from her crash. It should get me to at least Erebus, and if we're lucky, Goku can just bring us all back. Quickly, she jumped up into her ship, closed the top of it, and prepared herself to make a quick escape – knowing that firing up the engines and opening the lab door would be sure to wake everyone up. "I'm sorry, everyone," she quietly apologized as she held her hand over the start panel. In her mind, she could see the disappointment on Bulma's face and hear her daughter's cries with tears streaming down once she would be woken up. Without a second thought, she flipped all of the switches that were needed in order to start up the ship, and once she heard everything turn on and saw that everything was working like it should, she opened up the roof of the lab in order for the ship to get out. As the engines fired up, Hope awoke from her sleep, and Bulma rushed out of her room to try to figure out what was going on – on the way, she made sure to get the newborn. With Hope wrapped in a blanket in her arms, Bulma busted into the lab, and the sight she saw was Clara's ship halfway out of the open roof. Don't look down at them, Clara told herself once she saw Bulma run into the lab. Just get to where I need to go, and hopefully, we'll all come back alive. Finally, she got her ship completely out of the open roof, and slowly, it closed behind her – leaving Bulma and Hope alone.

"She really left," Bulma confirmed once the roof was finished closing. "She actually left her daughter to go back to some stupid fight." Frantically, Bulma tried to call the phone that she had installed on the ship, and of course, all of the calls went unanswered.

"Eight hours," Clara noted as she finished setting her course for Erebus and exited the atmosphere. She looked down at the control panel and saw the 24 missed calls from Bulma, and she knew that there would only be more as time went on. Better eat up now before I get there, she told herself as she looked at the stockpile of food in the seat next to her. A few moments passed, and she could stop herself from chuckling. "This is where Hope happened," she reminded herself with a smile and she sat down in the back of the auto piloted ship. "What the hell am I doing?" She asked herself with a sigh.

The quiet, low rumbles of her ship traveling through space towards Erebus allowed her to have time to think about what she had decided to do even though she didn't want to.

He gave me every chance to get out of that fight and be what I've always wanted to be, and I just threw it back in his face, she thought with a disgusted view of herself. And now it's possible that my stupid attempt to save them could cause her both of her parents. No, that's foolish. I will save them, end this battle, and then we'll all come home. I'm stronger than any of them.

Back on Erebus were the warriors that sent away the young Saiyan. Knowing that they didn't have to worry about Clara getting in the middle of the fight or in danger, Goku, Piccolo, Vegeta, King Vegeta, and Gohan stopped beating around the bush, and the five of them began their assault to draw out the Sroidian King. However, doing so would prove to be a much harder challenge than initially believed.

"Dad, how are we going to handle 15,000 men who are just as strong as he is?" Gohan asked as he and Goku stood atop a building that was a good distance away from the castle that Cretos was hiding out in. "Not only do we have to get past them, but we have to get past them without killing everyone."

Goku smiled at his son. "Hey!" He yelled towards the castle, causing his voice to echo. "I've been waiting for a pretty long time now! When are you going to fight us?!"

"Kakarot, you idiot!" Vegeta hissed as he came up behind Goku and slapped him on the side of the head. "Are you trying to give away our advantage?"

King Vegeta laughed. "He's itching for a good fight," he said. "Who could blame him?"

"Do you guys have any ideas?" Goku asked Vegeta and his father. "We need to draw his men out, but we can't hurt -,"

However, before he could finish his sentence, the Saiyan King fired an energy blast towards the barracks that surrounded the castle. "There," he said proudly. "I think they're drawn out now."

"There are innocent people down there!" Goku yelled towards Vegeta's father. "We're not trying to hurt the innocents! You might have hurt Lenora or Axmir. We have no idea where they actually are!"

Before anyone had time to reply to what had just happened, a giant energy blast was fired up towards the warriors, and the sounds of the screams below caught everyone's attention.

"I think we got their attention," Vegeta smiled.

Gohan, along with everyone else, looked at the swarm of men who crawled out of the barracks like ants that had just had their bed disturbed. "So, uh, we can each take 3,000 I guess," Gohan suggested while he was still trying to process the vast number of soldiers.

Piccolo smiled with his arms crossed as he watched the ground below. "It's about time," he chuckled.

"Just like old times," The Saiyan King reminisced.