Chapter 51: Mentor

A/N: Another update to the DSD series, explaining and giving more backstory before hell unfolds.

There was a shuffling of feet, their actions clumsy and somewhat aimless. They did not keep a steady pattern or match heel to toe, their sound was off-putting especially when someone was trying to meditate and focus their thoughts inwardly.

Ready to growl in annoyance, he kept himself at bay knowing that there was a reason for those feet, the body that they belonged to had long been traumatized. The struggle to overcome simple adversity was overwhelming, the mental barriers surrounding this mind were flaring outwards and spiking at odd times.

'Maybe it's because I've fused with my other self, but I feel a high degree of pity for this child of my two hated enemies.' This kid had been nothing like either of his parents, having none of his mother's tenacity or his father's full aggression. It was almost a humble mixture of what he would've once considered the weakness of both. Seeing Kakarot as Goku, and Chi-Chi as the trepid woman. 'Yet I know that it isn't weakness, that kindness, compassion, and mercy are actually strengths that I simply did not know.'

Opening his eyes, while remaining hovering in the air Piccolo finally spoke. "Boy, what are you doing?"

Deciding to use the name Bardock often called him instead of his actual name.

Gohan stopped in the doorway, his hands resting on the frame, "Sleep," He said pausing, "Hard." Bardock and Gine, his grandparents, were out like a light. He couldn't find it within himself to sleep. So he had gotten up in hopes of maybe-

"They aren't here," Piccolo's words cutting into his thoughts causing his eyes to look at Piccolo who still had not turned around to even look at him. "Your mother and father are still far away." The waves that ebbed off of him were causing his head to hurt. But, that wasn't all that he felt. Thrumming beneath the waves of confusion, fear, and misunderstanding.

Power, raw untapped power. The others couldn't feel it, their minds not honed to sense in on the potential of others. Piccolo, or rather Kami could feel the well of untapped power that was beneath Gohan's soft and confused exterior. But it wasn't like a fountain of power ready to be unleashed upon a foe much like the ascension of a super saiyan or Chi-Chi's own transformation.

This was more akin to a volcano, a pulsing active eruption that was building and building. Smoke was rising and only in a matter of time would there be a massive explosion that would be devastating. It was cause for alarm, because there was so much power it could be a threat to everyone on board if left unchecked or even controlled. 'I suppose seven years of pure hardship and building yourself on your own is much like how I was raised before I split my being in half. But this child isn't like me, a mixture of human and saiyan traits.'

Despite his wishes to go back to meditating, he had a ticking time bomb feet away from him. As the former guardian of Earth, this would be his duty to handle.

"Gohan, come here and sit." His head turned back around and saw the startled face of the younger boy. Clearly he had not been expecting to be told to come over to him. The green man seemed to be more scary than the other people when he originally saw him, looking nothing like anyone else he had seen before.

Piccolo watched as the trepid boy laid a hand down and slowly sat down, but he didn't sit like he expected. Tucking his knees up into his chest, wrapping his hands around the top of his legs and hugging his face closer. Practically hunching himself down into a pose that displayed nothing but lack of control and fear. "No," Piccolo said, "Sit as I am."

"Why?" Gohan questioned not moving his head from his knees, his voice partially muffled as he spoke. This felt much safer for him, he could keep himself in control and know that he wasn't going to be taken back to that place. 'So much white, pressure, heat, and loneliness.' When he looked into his knees he could feel himself and be lost in the darkness.

The Namek just sighed, "If you do not open up Gohan, you won't be able to rid yourself of these fears. You are no longer locked away, raise your head and do not cower, that is unbecoming of someone who has so much potential in them."

"W-What?"

Piccolo let his feet touch the floor. This isn't going to be easy, but this child of my once greatest enemies is broken without the ones who he needs the most. He took a step forward, his white cloak touching the ground and gathered as he took a knee.

Gohan flinched and leaned back slightly, trying to scoot back slowly but Piccolo stopped. "You need to be no longer bound by your fear of loneliness and abandonment, they are not terrible things sometimes, Gohan." He spoke discerning the fluctuating waves rolling off this tumultuous child. Like a rabbit ready to burst and flee from the sight of danger, but faintly there was a cornered wolf ready to just jump and bite at anything that dared to prevent it from fleeing. "I know those feelings, I grew up like you, but I had no one but myself. I had no parents, no grandparents, friends or family for a long time. The only friend that I have now is thanks to the other part of me that I reunited with."

The child said nothing, watching and listening, but Piccolo could see that there was still doubt. "I was alone, in the wilds fighting off beasts until I grew up strong enough to handle myself. I used that to get stronger, to become something greater than what I had once been." He brought one hand forward slowly, "You are not like me, your mother is human, and father is saiyan. You're a mixed blood of both races and unable to rely on one side of yourself. The human in you is looking to be with other comforting people and assurances, while the saiyan in you longs to fight but you suppress that side because you have been alone."

'Wanting both but nothing at the same time.'

Ever so slowly Piccolo's palm reached towards Gohan, going only so fast as to not have the boy get frightened. This wasn't the time for him to go barrelling into a situation, this boy required patience and probably lots of it. "Gohan, you need to focus." Yet he could see that there was little there, only anxiety and panic. A hundred scattered thoughts, each one pulling this child's focus from what he asked. Telling him to look away, others saying run, others so panicked that he couldn't hope of discerning them. It was like trying to maintain balance while under a waterfall.

"Stop being afraid of what may happen, Gohan, look forward, know that every moment that you now stay beyond that room the less control it has over you. You are stronger than this."

'It's another trick! I-I-I-I' Gohan's mind flared up along with his ki, but Piccolo saw it first. Grabbing him by the forehead, his other arm wrapped around his back pulling him so that he could hold the child against his hips. The Namek felt the boy's fear spike and he tried to thrash about as to free himself. "Calm down." He growled, but he wasn't being listened to. Gohan's breathing was rapsy and erratic, his smaller hands slapping and pushing at anything, but he did not direct his strength in one direction and possibly overpower one of Piccolo's limbs.

Doing his best to contain him was becoming difficult, 'Damn kid hasn't had a moment of control over his power! He could kill us all without even knowing it.' A scowl was plastered over his face, holding onto Gohan was a bit taxing. But Piccolo had already smacked a hornet's nest, he just had to take what was going to come to him.

Ki sparked causing him to grunt as unfocused power was directed all through his body. Gohan had no idea what he was doing but Piccolo wasn't just going to give up on him. 'There is a reason you were put in that room, I do not know why but I understand that fate has a plan for you.'

Twenty full minutes later, Gohan finally began to settle down, "That's it boy, calm down and let's get you some of that focus you need."

Pushing his own mental powers forward, Piccolo's mental form reached inside of Gohan, grasping the broken spirit of a young boy and pulled it out.

"Ahhhh!" Gohan's voice screamed as he blinked his body jerking upwards. Breathing heavily, the first thing he saw was nothing but pure white space and the greatest fear he had hoped to avoid had come right back for him. "No-! No-! Not back here!"

Trapped in a world of endless space and time. Gohan grasped his face and began to bawl, his miserable sobbing coming as the full realization that everything that had happened to him wasn't actually real. His Grandpa Bardock and Grandma Gine weren't there, his father hadn't found him. 'Never left! NEVER LEFT!' He repeated falling onto his knees as his entire body rocked.

"You did leave, Gohan."

A voice spoke, one that he had heard but one that was probably a gross figment of his imagination. 'Why am I alone? Why don't mommy and daddy come for me? Why… Why! WHY-?!' He was almost shrieking in his head as he cried, falling onto his side before his body started to enter a series of convulsions.

He just wanted to die, he was so tired of this, so many nights wetting the bed, crying himself to sleep, screaming with no one to hear him. Gohan just wanted all of this to end.

Then- A hand grabbed him and shook him. "You need to stop crying, you are letting your own fears blind and cripple you. Accept that you are free and admit that you have left that room so that you can move forward."

It was that voice again, someone telling him he wasn't alone, that he was no longer trapped back in that room. It took some time for his cries to turn into sniffles and slowly he rubbed his glossy eyes and looked into the face from before. "... Ahhhh, where?"

Unable to comprehend what had transpired, PIccolo needed to once again help him and pulled him from the floor and onto his backside, keeping him upright. "You are still on the ship, this place however is not the Room of Spirit and Time. This is where you can keep your mind free and clear."

Rubbing his eyes Gohan blinked, his head twisting and turning all around. "Can you feel the difference," Piccolo's voice reassuring Gohan's visual mind. Moving his hand, Gohan did not feel the pull or the strain of the room. There was no burning heat or freezing cold.

Tilting his head to look squarely at Piccolo the Namek's face neutral. "This inside of your own mind, you just had trouble finding it until I helped you." Bringing his hand back he tapped his own forehead, "A mind without purpose can get lost in dark places. You merely have to come back here anytime in the future… once we've gotten you some practice in meditation."

While relived the boy still didn't understand, "Why?"

Settling back, PIccolo resumed his cross legged stance for when he was sitting but moments ago. "Because you are important Gohan, probably more important than you or anyone else realizes." But that answer would never suffice for such a young kid. Prophecy, fate, and divine right weren't things that he would be able to comprehend. 'So let's just tactics' "Picture yourself when you were the most happy Gohan."

"Happy?" He looked down towards the white floor, he couldn't really remember when he was happy.

Releasing a sight mentally Piccolo would have to give him another push. Using his own memories to help guide this young boy along. Gohan blinked and the entire world around him shifted. Like someone flicked the shades or turned on a light. He saw something, how he held onto his grandmother. His tight face buried in the skin of her neck. Both of their tails wrapped around each other.

It was an image that he was familiar with, "Grandma… Gine." Gohan said, looking at almost a picture of himself, they were so close that he couldn't stop himself. His hand reached out and touched her.

And what he felt, it was real. There was the touch of her spandex along her thighs, those powerful legs that they were covering were all vivid memories that belonged to Gine. His memory of her, he brought one hand to his head and covered his eye. Finding his tears and wiping them away.

"There's more to you than just the Room of Space and Time." Gohan's hand lost its grip as the memory he touched changed once again. The expression on his face becoming bright eyed as it was one of Gine sleeping with him, the way he looked more peaceful while being so close to her. Her hands wrapped around his body. Then the way his head and nestled against her breasts - nude though he did not know or care - she was so warm he just wanted to be lost in that comfort forever.

Nothing had felt as good since getting out of that chamber than his grandmother. She had barely left his side, holding him, rocking him, feeding him, bathing him. "Do you see it now, Gohan?"

The memory faded as Gohan now looked at PIccolo, "These are not illusions. They come from you, though I have had to pull some from my own memory to show you. There are many things that you alone can bring out from your own mind. This is where you can find truth when you find yourself surrounded by lies. There is strength inside of you. If weakness lets you fall, then there is courage inside of your body when there is no one else."

Gohan looked down at his own hands, was this true? He looked to Piccolo whose face had been replaced by a mask. Not giving any sign of his approval on this. "You survived for seven years by yourself Gohan, no one can take that from you. But you have to get even stronger because you are going to be important if you want to save your mother and father-"

A new memory came rushing to the forefront. It wasn't long before he had been trapped, Chi-Chi was lounging around on her back. 'We are having a family day, I do not care if it kills me or us.' Why did those words seem so true? She was wearing a yellow sundress, out by the lake near the castle where he had stayed at one point. His father just feet away wearing training pants and an orange shirt.

But in between them, as his mother laid on a blanket, his father leaned up against a tree, was him. Picking at his food that he had been asking for.

'Picnic… W-We stop for picnic.'

Shifting the world became different, there was a new feeling filling the air this time. Because it wasn't just about having food or being together. No, there was a small round plate with a little burning set of candles on top of… of 'Birthday?' His mother and father were celebrating his birthday? His mother was holding his hips as she told him to suck in a breath and start blowing out the candles.

His father on the other side, laughing, and sucking in a breath as well saying that if he didn't blow out the candles then it would be up to dad.

'Mommy… Daddy.'

The celebration ended, Gohan having blown too hard and sent all of the frost splattering into his father's face, along with one burning candle on top of his head. He remembered his mother's laughter, his father's laughter which… became real.

I… I hear Mommy, Daddy. Their laughs soothing, bringing back pieces of a past he had begun to forget. Then they ate the cake, his mother licking off frosting from his father's face and the two sharing a kiss as he made the cake into a pancake.

Gohan smiled, for the first time in a long time…

Piccolo pulled himself from Gohan's mind. Though a bit of mental exhaustion wasn't too terrible, his results... Had been surprising, Gohan now lay on the floor sleeping, the process while seeming like minutes, had been more than an hour. It was taxing on the mind, putting one in a near dreamlike state.

But, there was a small measure of peace. That showing on the small boy's face, the hint of a smile.

Piccolo raised himself back up into his own meditative posture and let himself focus and prepare his own mind for the coming battle. Paying no mind to the comings and goings around him.

Gine, fully nude, having no desire to sleep with clothes on wandered around looking for Gohan, her tail covering her womanly bits to the best of its ability. Seeing that her grandchild had wandered off she set off to find him, and surprisingly she had found him in front of the green Namek who was in deep meditation.

Scooping him up in her arms, Gine carried him back to her room but unlike many times before her grandchild did not flinch or tremble. It was as if she were carrying a newborn cub back to its nursery. Giving his head a nuzzle and a few gentle kisses she made her way back to her mate looking to find another hour or two of sleep.

[***]

Waking up later mostly by the latent crying of her infant son, Bulma threw Vegeta's hand off of her, not caring if it banged the wall. Not that it had a chance, as the second she touched him he had woken up.

"Ugh, why does he always cry?" Vegeta grumbled, having his sleep disrupted, his black eyes glaring at the boy who clamored for his mother's attention. Running a hand over his face and knocking the sleep from his eyes, Vegeta watched as his son took to a bottle of fresh milk. Apparently the woman had stored plenty of refreshment for her son, but not a single drop of alcohol. 'Priorities of a backwards race.' "Perhaps I should give him a lesson in waking up a member of the royal family for something as trivial as food."

The prince found some amusement as Bulma shot him a glare over her shoulder, finding her so exciting when she tried to act more intimidating, it was quite arousing. It would only be better if she wasn't wearing that stupid pink top that had the word 'Princess' on it.

"Vegeta would you for once not be an ass about something." Her words hissing as she was really getting annoyed with his antics. She turned back to run her fingers through her son's small lavender locks. His bright blue eyes shining even in the dark room of their personal quarters. While she had wanted to kick Vegeta out for his earlier harassing she was too tired and exhausted to care. Not that she didn't sleep better with him around, when you had a full-size electric blanket that was a saiyan body what else could a girl need when in the cold void of space?

He snickered, "What I believe the boy is due to be sent to a world to go purge it, it would give him the opportunity to build his strength that is worthy of my bloodline." Propping himself up on one elbow he saw the irritation building. "I'm sure there's a few on the way, maybe he could clear one in my name and then we could collect him on the return trip home."

Bulma took a chance to breathe and clear her thoughts, she could hear that teasing tone. Vegeta was already trying to play games with her and she hadn't even been awake five minutes. So she decided to play a different game. Trunks fell back down in his crib still sucking down his bottle Bulma climbed back into bed and just looked at Vegeta. His eyes resonating well with her own.

"Vegeta, are you worried about something?" Sticking to a more serious tone, but also her proximity kept her prince from being able to just avoid her. Sometimes a little cat and mouse worked when he had room to run, but she had him cornered before he could even hope to escape from her.

But I am a genius. She gave herself a pat on the back, "You're being transparent, Vegeta. I know that."

Vegeta rolled his eyes, "Woman, you are absurd," but her hand came to his cheek drawing his face to look at her eyes, while she couldn't make out more than the form of his face when he could see much more in the darkness. Pulling himself from her deep ocean blue eyes was impossible, she had a grip on him unlike any other being in this life.

"What is it Vegeta, talk to me?" Her fingers curled around the back of his ear. Even if his face was wearing blank mask to hide his emotions from her, there was something in his eyes, a part of him that he couldn't subdue. "You can admit if you are worried about what we are heading towards, there's nothing wrong with saying you are scared about it. You don't have to be all uptight and royal prince with me."

"Ridiculous, I am not worried about anything, I am heading towards a glorious battle, something that will shape the future of the universe and I will be at its center." He almost snorted, "Do you believe that I would be concerned about something as trivial as death. My name will become immortal, a fine saiyan demise, though I have no intention of dying to a trickster and a con artist whose only play is to inhabit the bodies of other beings."

The touch on his face didn't stop, "Then what about me and Trunks?"

'This damn female...' "Woman, you aren't going to be fighting-"

"Like hell I won't, I can do something. This isn't just about you and I don't want to watch you die, nor are you going to leave me all alone and raise our son." She kept his eyes on her, letting Vegeta look away would let him shut her out, he couldn't do that, not now after everything they had gone through. "Please don't shut me out, I know that somewhere inside of you that you're worried. That you might not be strong enough, can't you at least admit that to me?"

"I can't say anything is for certain, you damn woman, but why should I be worried? There's no point in considering an alternative because I've already been through most of that already." He'd lost Bulma once, and in a rage he'd nearly done the unthinkable until his senses chose her. It was why he let her touch him, speak to him as though they were equals. But to break down at the single notion that he might die? What point would there be in him even living if he did that. "If I die then you will know what to do, so do not put yourself in danger. You have to raise our son."

"Vegeta you can't put this back on me, I am not going to just let you march out to your certain death. If I can help why won't you let me?"

He rubbed his temple, there was a migraine coming on from talking to her.

"Vegeta I'd rather not have you fight her at all, being away from you for so long, only to have you back and suddenly ripped away from me again will hurt me more than you can imagine."

But the prince surprised her. Taking her hand from his face he brought it down between them, his fingers wrapped around her hand as he just looked at her, "Woman, losing you once was hard enough, being manipulated into hating you for something that I did not understand was far worse." The woman brought her head close, allowing his chin to rest atop her head.

"I don't plan on failing, but I am prepared to sacrifice myself to make sure that you two have a future." He told her, feeling her inch just that little bit closer, she wanted to cry, but in his presence she kept herself from shedding tears. "You're strong enough to survive without me, Bulma."

"Vegeta," She whispered, "What will I do if you fail?" There wasn't exactly a plan B incase this ended up being a failure.

The prince exhaled. "Live Bulma, that's all and I'll be waiting on the other side, whether serving in heaven or reigning in hell, I will be there for you." He told her.

"Always, a dramatic," Bulma tried to laugh off his words but failed, instead. She tilted her face and met the prince for a final goodnight kiss and settling into a short sleep. They had a few days to go and she still needed to start figuring out what she could do to help.

[***]

As if she had just blinked and woken from a dream, Chi-Chi sat up, seemingly in control of herself once again. After what felt like a deep space slumber, she recovered. Despite feeling sluggish her hands pushed down on the edges of the bed she was now resting in.

Her hands were trembling as she brought them to her face and felt her own skin once again, brushing away her pearly white bangs it wasn't quite true that she had been freed from her own personal nightmare. Still held captive by Vitae, she was still the assumed name of White.

Hearing a groan off to her side, Chi-Chi looked, fixing upon the body of the man she loved. Covered in long red welts, blood showing from not one but several wounds, bite marks on his neck, forearm and chest, the fact that they were still bleeding, while having no taste of blood in her own mouth could only mean those were quite vicious. He'd been savaged while under Vitae's full control, but she hadn't been privy to all of it.

There was a small wince she could feel between her legs, 'That fucking monster, using my body and hurting Goku for what?' Sliding over she brought a hand up to his cheek, her fingers touching his skin but not before making him flinch. It made her heart crack as he was almost fearful of her now. Not that there wasn't good reason, 'My body is the one hurting him so badly' Cupping his cheek she leaned down and softly kissed his cheek. "I'm so sorry," She told him, sliding herself beside him.

He made a soft grunt, but he did not open his eyes. The tugging on her heart had only intensified, Chi-Chi just wanted to scream and curse but she did not let those emotions boil over. This was not going to help his suffering. Stroking his face gently, Chi-Chi brought his head towards her chest. Softly humming in an attempt to alleviate her own guilt and stress from the situation, knowing that deep down Goku would be fine.

'He's been through worse. He is a saiyan' She told herself, but it was her own twisted body that was being manipulated like a marionette. "I just wish we could go back to the way things were," She told him, feeling his breathing steady against her, a faint gesture but she knew he was with her in some way, and that it wasn't Vitae that was consoling him. Doing her best to put on a front she recalled the memories from before, "Remember when Gohan tried nursing from me, recognizing me even before I knew it was him." She cracked a small grin at the memory and how startled she'd been.

"Or when we had to play hide and go seek in the woods for almost an hour, practically giving me a heart attack." She was partially to blame for that, her instincts and flow of her son's ki had not been perfectly in tune as much as she had thought.

But Gohan had been found once his father had caught his scent, the nose 'knows'. After that Chi-Chi vowed to put a bell around his neck, but she never did opting to not let him just roam freely.

A smiling little boy, it was the best memories of him. She had no idea what her son even looked like now, "Chi-Chi, Gohan is alive, he was trapped in the time chamber for seven years. He's grown up a lot and he needs you. He needs his mother and his family. Please Chi-Chi, I know you're in there!"

Goku's desperate pleading words to her were enough to give but a few seconds of control, maternal or motherly will power overloading the control left on her by Vitae. Her baser instincts couldn't be controlled to some degree.

Running her fingers through his hair, Chi-Chi just pressed another soft kiss against the top of his head. "I won't give up Goku. I'll keep fighting." Not that he needed to hear that, but she wanted him to know it. Enduring many hardships already pushed upon her, this was another one she refused to back down from. Another obstacle that needed to be overcome and put down, this challenge however was just going to be the toughest one yet. Making the nights spent in Kakarot's captivity mere child's play to what she was going through.

The man in her arms stirred, softly mumbling something intelligible. Chi-Chi didn't try to piece it together, right now she just wanted to hold him.

Her mind began to drift slowly until someone, made an abrupt appearance. It wasn't Vitae, but the other part of her that she had once trusted and hated equally. 'How are you doing, child?'

"You," Her bitterness not shielded. How much she had come to despise her as the current parasite flowing through her veins. "Like you even give a damn."

A long silence followed almost giving Chi-Chi hope that she'd be left alone, but her hopes were quickly dashed. 'I don't mean to cause you harm, I have very little choice in my role in all of this.'

"Funny, you don't seem to act to remorseful, considering all of the lies you've told me already. I bet that there hasn't been a single honest truth from you yet that didn't involve you manipulating me or breaking me down." If she were alive, there wouldn't be a power in the world that would prevent her from tearing the seer's head off. Mother or not, all knowing prophet or manipulative backstabbing bitch.

All of this was just as much Leocht's fault as Vitae's. They both played their hands in this, and both of them didn't seem to care for the consequences. Irregardless, Leocht knew suffering, hardship, and pain… but did nothing but become a willing thrall to a body snatcher.

Just a liar through and through.

'I was never strong enough to resist her,' Leocht's voice was faint, almost defeated.

"Like it matters, you should still fight to the bitter end when it comes down to something as big as this, or do you even know what she plans on doing? She massacred an entire saiyan army, and murdered their king, I can only guess how the entire universe is reacting to that, am I right?"

'Widespread warfare, death on an incalculable scale, famine, disease, and a lack of morality that causes all civilized races to break down to their base levels? I know what is happening, Chi-Chi, please do not think I am blind to that.'

"Oh, so you're just indifferent to suffering. I thought you'd be understanding, considering what we've both gone through, or are you so detached from anything that you simply don't give a damn." Chi-Chi shot back at her, "All of your sob stories, all of the fake tears. I don't care about you at all, Leocht, and you had better pray that I don't get full control of myself and see you because I promise I will kill you."

'It wasn't me who did this, I-'

"You knew about it!" Chi-Chi almost shouted her down, "You sit back there and pretend that because you see the future that you can't change but just manipulate. Well, if you can't change the future why didn't you fucking say anything to us? I could've not been there in the fight against Broly, Gohan could've been hidden away so not to suffer seven years of permanent isolation for what?!" If it was going to happen, why didn't she just tell them. "You lie and manipulate everyone, and you expect me to be oh so pleased and forgiving?" Chi-Chi would love to finally get her hands on a person that had bent and broken her trust in a way that even Kakarot never had. "Just go to hell, Leocht."

Holding Goku, comforting him, and praying that her friends and son were alright was all she wanted to do. Planning on trying to break free from Vitae was somewhat pointless when she could just assume control anytime she wanted. Chi-Chi needed to be under the full control of White to even begin finding out what would be the best way of finding a chink or a gap to possibly expolit when the time was right. But with no pressure on her right now and a rough-looking Goku recovering from being raped by her own body. She just wanted to let him know that she was still here for him, to hold out hope despite the impossibility of the situation.

'It seems my favorites aren't playing nice with one another.'

A cold chill ran up from her legs, slowly, almost like she was being slowly lowered inside a bath of ice water. It made her shudder and clench her eyes as she fought against the intrusion, but willpower alone wasn't enough. Her legs moved on their own, her fingers pulled away from Goku and her final kiss was all that she could manage before she was now only a spectator inside of her own body.

"Ahh, so nice." White stretched her arms behind her head cracking some of her bones before lifting herself fully from the sheets. Tapping her chin, White had come out because of the two bickering voices, trying to give Chi-Chi some measure of control to be with her saiyan until she needed to finally resume full control. "What am I going to do with the two of you?" Shaking her head almost like a disappointed parent. "Well I'll have to figure something out because we have got to get back on track for our little trip to Namek. Considering we're going to have company joining us there we've got to make sure that all of the preparations are made."

"But I can't just leave you here, wouldn't want that now would we?" White grinned before picking up Goku with one arm and carried his limp body like a sack of potatoes over her shoulder. Making her way out of her little resort, her footsteps carefully ignoring the bodies of hundreds of aliens and saiyans that were scattered all over the place.

The battle that had unfolded several days before had left quite the bloody swatch on this sector of the planet. White wasn't particularly pleased to be walking over corpses, she had wanted to avoid this pointless bloodshed but the universe would see that she was right.

Saiyans had butchered countless worlds for sport and profit, a few thousand deaths for her goal of ultimately preventing future catastrophes by planet purging species. "Not that I don't expect even more blood to be spilt." She added as she approached her 'new' ship. King Vegeta's personal transport, the fastest and most robust ship in the galaxy. All of it would be her new ride, not using one of the saiyan space pods, they were cramped and not particularly healthy for one's back or good for more than one person.

"Well it's time that I set off for Namek and begin undoing the damage that," Her eyes looked to Goku, "your race has caused."

Walking onboard the larger starship designed to hold at least twenty people, White laid Goku on the ground before setting out and finding the controls.

Namek… it's only a few days away. Oh, I can't wait to finally get what is coming and give back more than what they deserve.

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