"It is charitable of you to stay with us, Quitela-sama," said Harmira respectfully. He bowed to the mouse-god. Around them was the Void. Behind them, bordered with searing white light, was the burgeoning corrupted universe.

"Not by choice," Quitela said darkly, glowering at the assassin. "Heles and Sidra just up and left. Without an angel here to provide an atmosphere, all of you would die. Then we'd have to spend another two weeks arguing about replacements."

"Quitela-sama is correct. We have our own obligations as well, so as soon as the last agent arrives, we will also be leaving," Cognac said, studying a projection from his staff. The three mortal fighters, having been dismissed by their caretakers, hovered in place and regarded each other.

"Ganos. Universe Four," said the sharp-featured agent. He gestured toward Harmira and then Lavender in turn. "I remember watching you snipe people. And I remember watching you try to poison people. Interesting choices."

"Got a problem with snipers? Many do," Harmira said dismissively. As if by instinct, he ran a finger across the center groove of one of his wrist cannons. "I really don't care. Just be glad I'm on your side."

"Even my brothers complained about my little tricks… until I saved their lives a few times," Lavender said. His oddly nervous sharp-toothed grin was unsettling to the other aliens. "We all have our parts to play. Just stay out of the way when I'm playing mine."

"That reminds me," Harmira said, looking at Ganos. "Both of us are fairly specialized. You?"

"I guess you could call me a generalist," Ganos said, shrugging. "Not to brag, but I'm pretty good at just about everything. Not really a master of anything though."

"He's being modest. Kekeke," Quitela said. He stood peering at a relatively near nebula, continuing to inspect it as he spoke. "He's basically the best that my universe has to offer, which of course means that he wasn't appointed to lead. There's no accounting for taste."

"You're not the leader?" Lavender asked. He cocked his head, one ear quirking upward. "Who is, then? It better not be me. I don't want the job."

"It isn't any of you," Cognac said. The projection from his staff vanished, leaving his formerly illuminated face in darkness. "You will be led by one of the fighters from Universe Seven."

"Universe Seven," Lavender spat. "Seriously? It's like they exist to make us look bad."

"Your universe doesn't need any help with that," muttered Harmira. Lavender turned toward the assassin, his ears flattening against his head. His teeth were on display. He was not smiling.

"My senses are sharp, sniper. You're right. My universe is shit," Lavender said. He let out a queer chuckle, almost sounding like a strange echo of Quitela. "Maybe I should teach you some of what I've learned."

"I don't think we're asking the important questions," Ganos said hurriedly. He put one hand on each of the other fighters' shoulders, drawing a scowl from Harmira and a snarl from Lavender. Ignoring the danger, he looked up at Cognac. "Who is our leader, exactly?"

"The Saiyan known as Vegeta," Cognac said. The three aliens' eyes widened.

"T-that fighter? Him?" Harmira asked, looking uneasy. "He's brutal and uncompromising."

"Also cunning, occasionally underhanded, and tenacious," Ganos said. "We could do worse, honestly."

"Another anti-hero," Lavender said, wearing a wolfish grin. "A whole team full of them, like a bad comic book. Guys… guys…"

Ganos and Harmira, puzzled, leaned in closer. Lavender favored them with a conspiratorial look.

"…we're so edgy," Lavender said, happily showing rows of sharp teeth. He started laughing at his own joke as the other two just stared.

"I hope he is saner than he is funny," Harmira said to Ganos as the coyote-like alien continued to howl with laughter.

"He's going to need a voice of reason, that's for sure," Ganos replied quietly. Lavender immediately stopped laughing and showed his teeth at the blue-skinned agent. Ganos started in sudden fear. Behind them, Quitela was watching the exchange with obvious amusement.

"I'm always the voice of reason," Lavender said, his tone utterly serious. "But it's strange… nobody else believes me."

DRAGON BALL EXODUS

Universe 15 Saga III: Canid Able

VEGETA

The former prince of all Saiyans found himself atop one of the weirdest traveling arrangements he'd ever taken part in. The two shipping containers his wife had supplied were somehow being held together. Standing across the divide was Reis, at the fore. The strange barge-like platform traveled at hyperluminal speed through spacetime and whatever analog existed between universes. Also standing on the containers were Maizcal and Atua, neither in a talkative mood. Vegeta was thankful. Finding out that he had been volunteered for yet another whim of the gods had snuffed out even his dim social impulses. But somehow, he knew it was coming. Which one of them will it be? The dumb god? The cowardly Kai?

"Vegeta of Universe Seven," Reis said. The Saiyan looked up, to see that the god and the Kai stood unmoving. No, they're not just still. They're completely frozen. The angel glanced over her shoulder, a tense smile replacing her usual composure. "We need to talk."

"I can't really stop you," Vegeta replied, deadpan.

"I don't quite understand why my brother likes you so much," Reis admitted. "But that is not important. You have something that used to belong to me."

"The mirror. Is that why you were acting like a protective mother?" Vegeta asked. He unconsciously rubbed his right shoulder, recalling his last encounter with Reis' temper. "You can just have it. I never wanted it. I tried throwing it away. It came back."

"I can't take it back, and you can't throw it away," Reis said. She suddenly glared at him. "If you tell anybody of what I am about to tell you, I will torm-"

"Skip the threats," Vegeta interrupted. "I'd rather just suffer than have to listen to that crap. You want my word? Fine, you have it. I won't tell anybody. Now, tell me what is going on with this thing."

"Do you… understand the concept known as fission?" Reis asked. She must be talking about personal fission, like what happened with Majin Buu.

"I'm aware," Vegeta said. "Go on."

"It is the duty of an attendant to declare when a universe is not growing properly," she began, speaking quietly. "And if it is not, to guide the deities to correct the problems. But if the deities cannot be corrected, it is the attendant's duty to request erasure. It has only happened once in the known history of the multiverse – the universe was Universe Fifteen. The attendant was myself."

"I'm already aware of all of this," Vegeta said. "What does it have to do with your mirror? Or fission?"

"I couldn't do it," Reis admitted. Her control over the ad hoc barge disappeared for an instant, the turbulence of superluminal travel quick to show itself. The containers shook, almost throwing Vegeta to his knees. He steadied himself and looked up at the angel, ready to snarl a complaint. What he saw stopped him: her head was down, shoulders slumped. The few times I saw Bulma looking like this, it did not turn out well. I should try to be tactful. "I found excuses for years. I would get ready to go to High Priest-sama, and then would remember some infinitesimal increase in mortal index that some random planet managed to eke out. When I ran out of excuses, I still couldn't do it. There was a part of me that was… resistant."

"So that's it," Vegeta said. He removed the broken mirror from one of the pockets of his combat outfit. "You split off that part of you, using the mirror. So… it was your evil side, or whatever your equivalent is?"

"You're so wrong, I don't even…" Reis trailed off, sounding annoyed. She turned, regarding Vegeta with a disappointed look. "I didn't use the mirror. I inhabited it. The part I needed to segregate became part of it."

"Why a mirror? Why not… I don't know, anything else?" Vegeta asked.

"I wish I could claim foresight, but I cannot," Reis said. She carefully stepped around the still-frozen Maizcal and Atua, careful not to disturb their stasis. Stopping in front of Vegeta, she looked down at the mirror. For just a moment, her scowl matched his. "The mirror was well-made but originally mundane. It was the closest thing to hand when the fission occurred."

"I can't believe the question I am about to ask," Vegeta said. He looked down at the broken thing, angling it so that he could not see his own reflection. "What part of your mind am I holding right now?"

"Hope," Reis said. She closed her eyes and sighed. "After every other last part demanded that I give up, it was the only thing left. Do you have any idea what it is like-"

"No, and I don't really care," Vegeta said brusquely. The angel blinked, and genuine anger flashed across her features. He met her eyes without any give. "I'm a Saiyan, not a philosopher – I fight problems. You handle the metaphysics. Let's just get that shard, so we can… wait, what does repairing the mirror even do?"

"It should end the corruption of the re-manifested universe. At the very least, it will no longer be able to expand," Reis said, suddenly looking apprehensive.

"So this bit of you, in the mirror, is what caused the universe to re-manifest?" Vegeta asked. She closed her eyes.

"No," Reis said through clenched teeth.

"No? Then what did?" Vegeta demanded.

"I do not know!" Reis shouted. "The only possible way that this could happen is that some part of Universe Fifteen did not get erased. But that is impossible. Shortly before I was put to rest, I was tasked with auditing the process for completion. I did so. There were no remnants."

"My head is starting to hurt," Vegeta said, rubbing at his brow. "So the universe started manifesting for reasons you don't understand yet. The mirror somehow corrupted the entire thing, so that Zeno-sama can't erase it and it won't stop growing. You don't know what causes the manifestation. You indirectly caused the corruption yourself, and have to use mortals to correct it. Do you at least have any idea where we are going, within the universe? We could search for millennia and not find that shard."

Reis looked away and said something very quietly. Why is she mumbling?

"Care to repeat that?" Vegeta demanded, glaring at her.

"It is on our universe's version of Planet Vegeta," she said angrily.

"I remember Whis mentioning the possibility of a universal analogue," Vegeta said after a moment of thought. "If I'm holding the mirror, then…"

"That is a possibility," Reis said, suddenly becoming calm. The eerily polite angels' smile reappeared, nearly making Vegeta shudder. "Atua said that the false universe's center is literally Planet Vegeta. Given your incident with the mirror…"

"Yeah," Vegeta said. I want to just tell her to turn around and take me back. But I can't – there is too much at stake here. Wasn't I just a planet-hunting mercenary ten years ago? Life was simple. Frieza or his commanders put out orders. We obeyed. We fought. Now I've got a family, full of people so willful that I'm shocked neither of them tried to jump onboard. I've got a planet to defend, a bunch of refugees that think I'm a role model, and this isn't even getting into Kakarot's seemingly endless ability to outpace gods by staring at turnip fields for half of the week. You know what? I'm past angry. I'm even past outraged. I'm all the way to… diplomatic. "Thank you for the information, Reis. We will adapt as needed."

Vegeta's words of false gratitude made the angel perform a double-take, followed by a look of suspicion. It was obvious that she recognized Vegeta's polite, almost blank expression – it was the same one she'd worn for most of her life.

CABBA

"Old-fashioned thinking, Colonel," said the stocky woman. The stylized hawk on her uniform's shoulder showed her as a fleet admiral. She deflected the next strike and then swept Cabba's legs out from under him, planting him on the deck plates below. A surprisingly young face stared down at him from underneath a mop of short spiky curls. "We were both prodigies. I'm still the best at what I do. You? I'm not sure anymore."

Around them, the battle for control of her flagship raged on. The SNS Silence was a vessel under siege, beset by the few supporters that Cabba could find along with a company of highly trained elites that General Brusso had supplied. Set upon shortly after landing on Sadala, the crew and marines had been caught preparing to disembark, the hallways littered with duffle bags and various souvenirs of service. The attack had been fast and vicious – the only remaining defenders were the indomitable Admiral Colla herself and her personal retinue. Her hand-picked marine guard, all Super Saiyans, seemed to double in ferocity every time they caught sight of their commanding officer. The woman herself had not yet bothered to transform, and was staring down at her opponent with open disdain. Fluidly, Cabba kipped upright and back into his regular stance.

"I don't care if I'm the best, Colla," Cabba said. He wiped at a corner of his mouth, feeling the sticky residue of blood as it smeared against his skin. He glared at her with outrage in his eyes. "I want the Saiyans to come back to their senses. Some of your own people are pirates, Colla! Pirates!"

"Privateers," she said dismissively. "We have several, what do the politicians call them… letters of marque in our possession."

"The people who gave those to you will eventually be answering to me," Cabba said quietly. "There was one Sadala before this began. There will be one Sadala when it ends."

"So you say, Golden Boy. Prove it," Colla said. The sound of his old derogatory moniker didn't bother Cabba, but her apparent callousness inflamed him. I used to admire her. She was the rising star of the naval academy at the same year I was at the army academy. The SDF public relations department had us doing appearances together, tried to call it the 'miracle year'. She was even more by-the-book than I was, even more dedicated. And now, she's acting as a de facto mercenary, taking bribes from the new Saiyan warlords to use her fleet as they see fit. I hate doing this. I want her on my side. But…I don't know if she's going to give me a choice. Cabba's transformation directly into Super Saiyan 2 sent a shockwave through the bridge, battering the combatants and flinging debris against the walls. Colla stood firm before the blast wave, not even blinking an eye.

"I have nothing to prove to the likes of you," Cabba said. The transformation made his voice rougher, almost menacing. Colla responded by entering into her own Super Saiyan 2 form. Her hair flared out and her posture radiated tightly coiled strength, like a venomous snake backed into a corner. Some of the officers, especially in the navy, don't really keep up on their personal combat training. As the admiral easily uprooted her own bridge chair and swung it at him, he mentally nodded to himself. She does. He dodged twice, the second time ending with the chair striking one of Brusso's men who was fighting nearby. Knocked completely unconscious, the unfortunate elite sprawled across the floor bonelessly. As Colla tossed the remnants of the chair aside, Cabba came in fast and vicious.

The first flurry of blows was deflected in good time, but not without effort. The one strike that landed, however, caused immediate damage. Colla staggered back, almost doubled over as she tried to catch her breath. Cabba pressed the attack, landing several more strikes on her arms as she desperately tried to block his blows. Without warning, her arms spread out and a blast of golden light shot from her eyes, slamming into Cabba's chest and throwing him backward into a nearby bulkhead. I forgot she could do that! Before he could get his bearings, dozens of high-powered ki blasts impacted across his body. Pain lanced through him with each impact. He struggled against the potent blasts, and found himself pinned to the bulkhead. Enraged, he let out a savage roar as his eyes went pure white. Another pulse of energy erupted from his form. This time, nobody escaped the effects.

To the ground crews and guards taking shelter nearby, it seemed as though someone had set off a bomb on the bridge of the Silence. The entire module went up with a blinding explosion, sending smoke and fiery debris flying through the entire wing of the spaceport. The alarms that were already ringing were joined by new ones, and panicked crowds ran from place to place attempting to dodge the projectiles. Fighters on both sides were flung away from the stricken vessel, only to resume their fights in the midst of the chaos. Whirling melees and stray ki blasts turned the port into a war zone, sending a massive mob of civilian contractors and naval personnel fleeing in a mass evacuation. Completely overwhelmed, the military police were forced aside and some were even trampled as the panicked Saiyans pushed their way out through every exit they could find.

Rising from the sparking, burning ship was a whirling nexus of energy, waves of ki shooting off from it that were impacting on retaining walls and control towers, sending entire sections of the dock's structure tumbling broken to the neocrete pavement below. Within that nexus, the two prodigies continued their fight. Both far overpowered the other combatants as well as the port's garrison, making any kind of intervention useless. They lost themselves to fury, ignoring the other fighters, the other ships, and even the panicked waves of civilians. For almost thirty seconds, the two exchanged blows at incredible speed. Finally, with a last burst of energy, the two of them separated. Both hovered in the air above the decimated spaceport, as more fighting and chaos broke out below them. They panted heavily, both sweating and almost shaking from exertion. Their golden auras wavered, but held.

"We're evenly matched," the Admiral said between breaths. Her dark uniform was torn, showing bruised skin and more than a little blood. "I guess I should have expected that."

"No, we're not," Cabba said. Compared to his opponent, his uniform was still almost in one piece, and he was not seriously injured. We're about equal in offensive and defensive strength, but my conditioning is far better. Simply put, I've been sparring while she's been sitting. She was starting to lag near the end of that exchange. "I can't outright defeat you, Colla. But I can outlast you, and you know it."

"That's a pretty shit way to win, Cabba," she replied, wearing a smirk on her blood-stained face. He glared at her, fists clenched.

"You think I care anymore?" Cabba yelled angrily. He gestured at the panic and chaos beneath them. "Do you see this? If we don't get our people under control, this is what the whole universe is going to look like. Why are you doing this, Colla? What happened to your oath of service?"

"Cabba… the oath of service?" Colla asked incredulously, and then started to laugh. A few seconds in, her battered nose began bleeding. "You actually were the golden boy, weren't you? Coming from a good family, never had to get your hands dirty… you're the only one who took that stupid oath seriously. For the rest of us, it was a formality. The cost of doing business."

"You're wrong. Some do take their oaths seriously. Very seriously," Cabba said. He pointed off into the distance, where several figures stood atop a floating drone platform, well clear of the disaster at the spaceport. The Admiral warily glanced to where Cabba was pointing, and her eyes widened.

"General Brusso?" Colla said, blinking. "He's with you? Seriously? How did you pull that off?"

"I asked," Cabba said. He flared his ki and glared at the admiral. "Shall we finish this?"

The rest of the fight was anticlimactic. After a short exchange, the next few blows that Cabba landed forced Colla to abandon the second transformation. At that point, her fight was lost. Abandoning fancy techniques, Cabba simply landed a ki-powered right hook that snapped her chin to the side. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she started to fall from the sky. Cabba grabbed at the collar of her uniform and held her up before him.

"Submit, Admiral," Cabba said. She hung limply from his grasp, hair as black as space and barely conscious.

"Go… fu…" she trailed off, her head suddenly drooping to her chest.

"I'm pretty sure I know how to finish that sentence," Cabba said wearily. Below him, the fighting was almost over. More of Brusso's soldiers had arrived to secure the remains of the flagship and the many prisoners they had taken. She'll either join us, or I'll have Brusso appoint a new admiral. With this act, we're too far gone to stop. This isn't just a police action or a bunch of skirmishes any longer. A bright flash in the distance was followed by a large cloud of smoke. A second followed, and then a third. That was the Tabaga Army Base. I don't know the second one, but the third was SDF Outpost Twenty-Three. That's not us. Shit. Brusso was right. All the planet needed was a single act of violence. I can't believe what we just did. We started the first civil war fought on Sadala in over three thousand years.

No, that's not right. I started the first civil war in three thousand years. And I'm going to finish it.

ATUA

The stars are different. By the Tree, was I erased again?

"Do not be alarmed. I had to put all of you in stasis for a short period during the inter-universal crossing," Reis said smoothly. That's a huge relief. Atua looked up at Maizcal, just in time to see the Saiyan god shrug and assume his usual cocky grin. Even if it was an emergency, he'd probably look the same. He then glanced at Vegeta, who was wearing his perpetual scowl. As I was saying. Eyes forward brought a surprise into his field of vision – they were already in the World of Void. He could sense the anomaly, and the far weaker signatures just outside of its threshold.

"I believe that is Quitela and Cognac," Atua said. "Three mortals as well, moderately strong."

"Looks like their gods kicked them out and left," Vegeta said with a smirk.

"Apparently, things are going wrong with the universal plumbing," Maizcal said. He had a very odd looking device in his hand. A video was playing on the device's screen. "Iwan's just having a cow over this. Oh no, one planet came back. Multiversal destabilization blah blah blah…"

"Maizcal-sama," Reis began, the warning clear in her tone.

"What? They're panicking over nothing, we're already on the job," he said.

"Maizcal-sama, Zeno's guards have requested a quick end to this issue," Reis said. The god slowly turned to look at her.

"Did they use sign language?" he asked curiously. For one single pulse, a vein stood out on the angel's flawless brow. She regarded him with a strange mixture of pity and hatred. I think his ability to anger her must be magical in some way. It never seems to fail, regardless of the intentions of either party.

"They spoke," she snapped, glaring at the Saiyan god. "Do you require further explanation?"

"I require you to slow down," Vegeta said, pointing at the anomaly that was approaching at an alarmingly fast rate. She glanced over her shoulder and then immediately held out her staff. Violating every law of physics that the mortals knew, the unwieldy pairing of shipping containers came to an abrupt halt without imparting any momentum on anything attached to them. Floating in the void right next to them were the ki signatures that Atua had sensed earlier. Exactly who I thought they were.

"About time!" shouted Quitela, glaring at Maizcal. "You get lost? Start another party?"

"Totally the party. Invited your Mom," Maizcal said. There was a soft sound of a slap as Reis' palm struck her forehead. Maizcal hesitated, and then looked sheepish. "I'm not sure where I was going with that."

"Maizcal. Seriously, you suck," Quitela said, shaking his head. "Leave the jokes to me, okay? Cognac, let's get out of here."

The god of Universe Four and his attendant disappeared in a flash of light. Abruptly, the three mortal fighters who had been waiting started gasping for breath silently as the atmosphere Cognac had been maintaining disappeared. The former angel of Universe Fifteen stared at them coolly.

"Reis," Vegeta said, coming to a stop right next to her. She ignored him. "Reis!"

She slowly turned to him with an icy glare, and flicked her staff idly. His erstwhile teammates suddenly found themselves with breathable air, and were in the process of feeling very glad to be alive.

"Were you just going to let them asphyxiate?" Vegeta demanded.

"Not all the way," Reis said in a conversational tone. "They would survive it."

"Are you sure that hope is the only thing you sacrificed?" Vegeta asked quietly. His dark eyes glittered as they bored into the angel. "Whis would never pull that stunt. I think he would consider it 'indecent'."

"Leave my brother out of this," she said, glaring at him. Vegeta would be good to avoid this topic. She and Whis are actually fairly close, or were, before the erasure and her deactivation.

"Enough," Maizcal said, his deep voice booming in the artificial atmosphere. The angel and the Saiyan slowly disengaged, more out of embarrassment than any kind of respect. At the same time, the other mortal fighters had finally floated their way to the makeshift barge. When they touched down, they started to size up their appointed leader. Vegeta barely noticed them.

"So, you're the man in charge," Ganos said.

"You were beaten by an old man," Vegeta said disdainfully. He pointedly did not look in the agent's direction. Ganos glared at him.

"That old man had an insanely powerful attack!" Ganos shouted. Vegeta glanced at him dismissively, and then moved on, fixing his eyes on the sniper.

"You were beaten by an Earthling. Not an old one, but still," Vegeta said.

"No excuses," Harmira said with a shrug. "That guy was good."

"And you," Vegeta said, facing Lavender. The alien's yellow eyes were full of intelligence or madness, and the Saiyan could not tell the difference. "You were beaten by… me. And Kakarot, but mostly me."

"You guys are really powerful," Lavender said matter-of-factly. "No shame for me. Even the entire Trio de Dangers couldn't get the job done."

"For this mission, I will be limited to non-God level transformations," Vegeta said. "But keep in mind, I doubt I'd have to go past the first Super Saiyan form to kill any of you."

"Not debating that," Harmira said. The other two nodded warily. The four of them were distracted suddenly when the Kai approached. Slightly overweight and strictly average otherwise, he was possibly the least impressive Supreme Kai they had ever seen.

"The most probable location of the item you're looking for would be in the Royal Palace on Planet Vegeta. I am thinking it would be best if I send all of you in at once along with the supplies, to a wilderness area on said planet," Atua said. He held out a small item to Vegeta, what looked to be a rounded piece of crystal with a small button of obsidian built into it. Cautiously, the Saiyan took it. "This is a tracker. If you speak into it, I'll be able to find you. At that point, I can teleport you and anybody else nearby out. The button is for emergencies only. Whoever presses it will be teleported directly to me, but it will only work for one person."

"Understood," Vegeta said. Behind him, Lavender was sniffing the air curiously. After a deep inhale, the coyote-man exhaled, glanced at Vegeta, and then shook his head. "Anything else we need to know, or can we get going? I'd prefer to get this over with quickly."

"I… do have a little more," Atua said. He looked visibly nervous. "My surveying ability showed me that Planet Vegeta is the center of an empire. Not just a terrestrial empire, either."

"An empire? A Saiyan Empire?" Vegeta asked. "How did this happen? Our history never showed us controlling more than one colonized planet. We made more wealth conquering and re-selling than we ever could through colonization."

"This isn't Universe Seven," Maizcal said. With starlight gleaming off of his jeweled mantle, layered on top of very well-trained muscle, he almost managed to look heroic. "When I was growing up, over a thousand years ago, the Saiyan Kingdom controlled… four star systems, I think. Also, what do you mean by re-selling?"

Vegeta stared at him, speechless. He recovered quickly and folded his arms in front of his chest.

"Who is the King?" Vegeta asked.

"When I was a kid? I don't remember," Maizcal said. "When we were erased? That's easy. King Table."

"King Tarble," Reis corrected him with a sigh. "Styled as the third of his name. Very peaceful as Saiyan monarchs go. I don't think he ever actually declared war on anyone."

"My little brother? Even a corrupted version shouldn't be too much trouble," Vegeta said.

"I don't even think a corrupted version of that guy would conquer enough territory to make an Empire," Maizcal said. "I remember now, he stopped in at the party. Looked sad. Didn't drink. He really needed to loosen up some."

"So what would be the difference between a Kingdom and an Empire?" Harmira asked, breaking his silence. "Why would one stay small, and the other would grow large?"

"It's the ruler," Vegeta said. A vicious smile spread across his face. "In the corrupted version, I'm the King. Emperor, actually."

"Doesn't that just make our job harder?" Lavender asked.

"Don't care," Vegeta said. He turned to look at the hungering universe. "I have to see this."