When the heart's cleared and there's no pain left to feel, what remains are cobwebs twined from blood. Vale is but scattered fragments held together by fraying corners. The Grimm clutch the world; monsters befit legend sprung to life, titanic beings comprised of loss. Red runs the streets; what remains to fight stretches thin, their wills just short of broken. But fight, they will.

Bulma decides to talk to her husband about what it means to be Saiyan.