Dragon Ball: Governed

Chapter 29

"Moving on Up"


The news of rogue Saiyans came as a shock to almost all of the Saiyan people, even the prince of all Saiyans, albeit he had his thoughts on other matters.. Vegeta IV was cocnerned that their plans revolving Freeza and his father were sabotaged more than anything else.

King Vegeta spoke to his son via scouter since he was on Planet Koori. After being caught up to speed, Prince Vegeta just needed reassurance that their "business" was still riding on sturdy wheels.

"You need not fret over these matters, Vegeta. One bad apple isn't bound to ruin the entire tree."

The King's son couldn't help but worry at least a little bit over all of this. He would be wasting his valuable time on that ice planet if they were to expect any set-backs in their agendas. Something deep in him was saying that they needed to take precaution, but the mere thought of seeming like he had cold feet was what made him trust his father's words and carry on as usual. "Very well. Be sure to inform me if anything else major transpires."

"Yes, of course."

One pip and the call was done.

Ail opened the doors to the throne room to allow a few Saiyans in, but before he could notify the king, he had been tripped over by one of two children that barged into the room with a great sense of urgency.

Catching the eye of his own child right behind Zima, Nappa couldn't help but wonder whatever business Choy and the other kid had going on at the moment, but he kept his mouth shut and waited for whatever words were to be said.

Despite their insane haste, the two children had the decency to calm themselves enough to the point where they bowed in the presence of their king before a single word was spoken.

This was extremely out of the ordinary. A Saiyan wouldn't dare run into such a room of class and authority in such a disrespectful manner - not unless they truly had a proper reason to do so. If it were two full grown men, he would have considered making an example of them, but these were mere children - children who still had a lot to learn - especially regarding proper etiquette.

"What matter happens to be of so much significance that you two come rolling around in here like headless animals?"

Choy's heart was pounding so much that he felt to be in a state of shock. His eyes were glued to the ground as he wouldn't even dare looking up to the King. Zima, on the other hand, showed no fear.

The kid looked right in Vegeta's eyes and spoke what was on his mind. "My king, I have extreme reasonings to believe that one of your mid-class warriors, Bardock, is a traitor to the Saiyan people."

This got many silent reactions out of everyone in the room, even King Vegeta himself. Toma was on the verge of saying something to come in his friend's defense, but the stink eye he got from Selypa across the room was what kept him at bay. Toma took a deep breath and had his eyes set on the kid so he could hear whatever little bullshit story he may had conjured up.

Rubbing his goatee with a furrowed brow, King Vegeta was thinking of this. He knew for a fact that no Saiyan would accuse another of treason unless they had a great reason. What made this all the more inordinate was the fact that this was a mere child throwing accusations - a child that wouldn't have even spent a single day on the same battle-field as Bardock - unlike other Saiyans. Any person that knew Bardock tended to speak highly of him. Yet here, a child, who didn't even know him, was saying this.

Based off those facts alone, it was hard for King Vegeta to even believe the boy, but who would he be to just shut the kid down without hearing his explanation?

"And why do you suspect this?"

"I followed Bardock and his team to watch them carry out the assignment you gave them - the assignment to eliminate the rogue Saiyan. And when I was there, I watched him k-"

"Ah, there's the man of the hour!" King Vegeta boomed.

Seeing Bardock alive and well put a smile to King Vegeta's face, for he knew that his mission ultimately resulted in a success. Not only that, but he was holding the dead body of someone he couldn't help but assume to be the supposed renegade warrior. The only downside was that none of the other Saiyans he sent with the scarred warrior were by his side, though asides that, the assignment was complete as ordered.

This was just perfect timing on Bardock's behalf as well. He was here to witness his name being dragged through the mud - or at least an attempt at it.

Bardock dropped Turles' stinking body dead smack in the middle of the room, where everyone could see. Sure, it wasn't sanitary, but Bardock was making a statement. "Better to show than tell and leave the mind wondering, isn't it?"

"Indeed it is," King Vegeta said.

"Everyone else along with me failed. This guy was stronger than we all thought - holding a power-level of 15,000. It took all of us to make an combined effort in just doing damage to him. I just so happened to be the only survivor."

Toma and Selypa closed their eyes upon getting the news of Totapo and Pumbukin being killed. The both of them were very capable warriors on the frontlines. They were, at the very least, glad that it took someone of an insane power to eliminate the two of them. They for sure knew Bardock tried his best out there. That was all anyone could ask of him.

"And wouldn't you figure?" Bardock asked. "My own brother at that."

King Vegeta referred back to the child throwing accusations all over. "And this is why you suspect Bardock to be a traitor? Because his brother went renegade?" He then got out of his throne chair and rose his head. "You suspect this man to be in cahoots with the very person he's just killed? Bardock...a traitor?"

Bardock looked over to Zima, who locked eyes back with Bardock. He stared so hard that he had the words "murder" written all over his face.

Zorn's boy. Bardock had figured it out. That makes sense.

"Yes!" Zima shouted back to the King with a clenched fist. A few Saiyans stepped out of line to get in front of the boy to prevent him from getting closer. Zima just ascended a few yards off the ground to still see the King. "I witnessed it all with my own two eyes! He killed his own comrade in an effort to save his son, who was working with his brother! I saw it all, I swear! It's only a matter of time be-"

"Before nothing!" Vegeta roared.

He thought of how it would feel to be spoken so lowly of if he was in Bardock's shoes and that alone infuriated him enough to the point of where he didn't even want to see the child anymore.

"Given that all you have is words while the man you're trying to drag down has a body as evidence to show his allegiance to the Saiyan people and their cause overthrows anything you have to say. You ought to be punished solely off these baseless accusations!"

Zima's heart skipped a beat. Would King Vegeta really punish him - Zima, the son of Zorn - offspring of one of King Vegeta's best advisors and strongest men? Did his lineage have no meaning to King Vegeta? At all?

"If there's anyone who's a traitor to our people…" Vegeta slowly raised his finger up. Zima hoped that finger would be appointed at Bardock, but as his shitty luck would have it, Vegeta's finger was directed right for him. "It would be you."

"But-!"

"Teach this insolent child a lesson," Vegeta ordered. "Any one of you is all I need for Zima to be shipped off to his new home." He sat back in his throne.

Once grabbed by the legs, Zima began to try and fight being held. "E-Exile? M-My King! Please, you must see reason!"

Choy was left mouth agape and speechless upon witnessing his friend being carried out the room like deadweight while he tried to fight and speak his way out of punishment. Once Zima was out of the room, Choy turned back to King Vegeta, who stared at him coldly.

"I've the perfect planet for your friend. Would you like to join him?"

First immobilized by his friend's exile, now sent running out the throne room after King Vegeta suggesting he could be next. This elicited a few chuckles from a few of the guard Saiyans in the room, as well as Nappa, Choy's own father.

With all of that mess taken care of, Vegeta took a deep breath as he rubbed the temple of his head. He was indeed grateful that Bardock managed to come in and successfully take care of the problem that he had been worried about for hours now. Freeza would be undoubtedly pleased that he showed enough galls to kill one of his own men to prove his loyalty - which was ever so temporary - to Freeza.

"And you, Bardock. With the great loss of fine men and my top soldiers, Evid and Amaran...it is not for your strength that I'm going to promote you as my personal advisor and colonel of the Saiyan army, but for your diligence. A true leader sees everything through no matter what, and you've proven that to me, today. Congratulations, warrior - you've done the impossible."

Indeed he did.

Unheard of was it for a Saiyan born a lower-class soldier to ever even come close to being promoted to not only mid-class status, but colonel of the Saiyan army. Behind the King and Prince, he was now the strongest Saiyan on all of Planet Vegeta. It wasn't going to set in until much, much later on, but nonetheless, Bardock's legacy had just been boosted hundreds of times over.

He didn't know what to say except thank you, but he even felt that wouldn't be enough. Bardock pressed his fist against his left breast and lowered his head prior to getting down on one knee. He had proven his worth many times over and it wasn't until now that he'd be globally recognized for it.

Such an honor wasn't what he ever dreamed of, but he took it with pride.


With Selypa working guard duty for King Vegeta, this left Taro to himself. This wasn't anything unusual to him. Even after his great success travelling with Bardock and his comrades and getting a great boost in power, Taro didn't stop in trying to expand his own power. He constantly trained.

All he wore were pants - pants that were soaking wet due to the insane amount of training he put himself through. Most 12 year old Saiyan children had an either lean body with very minute display of muscle, or a chubby body that bulged a bit. Taro was unlike 12 year olds; the kid had a lean, yet muscular and vascular appearance: a hard-rock chest and a defined six-pack as hard as rocks.

His training regimen didn't just pay off with his power, but with appearance as well.

Being so laser focused on his training, he didn't realize he was being spied on yet again. Without Zima to accompany them, it was just Choy and Elery this time. The only reason Choy came last time in the first place was to have fun with Zima and pick on him. But without his partner in crime, he didn't even want to bother wasting time on him.

"Why the hell did you drag me out here for him?"

"We need to find a replacement before the adults do," Elery told Choy. "With Zima gone, we're going to need someone else on our squad and I don't want another grown man on our team…"

"Why?" Choy asked her. "Just what is so wrong with having another grown-up on the squad? That might be just what we need, in fact. With Zima gone w-"

"Good riddance to him," Elery hissed. "He was a pain in the neck and I'm glad he's gone wherever he's at. This guy will be an even better replacement than Zima - probably the best one we could ever get."

"Did you bump your head or something?" Choy chortled. "He's a weakling…! Zima himself showed us that."

Elery punched Choy in the chest and opened her fist to drop a scouter. Choy caught the pink device before looking back at her. "Fine, then. If he's weaker than Zima, then we won't waste our time on him." She then got closer. "BUT...if he is stronger...then he's coming with our team, whether you like it or not."

Choy smacked his lips and put the scouter on his face. "Fine, whatever." He clicked the scouter on so he could just get this over with. His nerves were still rattled by King Vegeta and the only way to calm them down would be by having a feast. The only thing on his mind was food.

With the scouter beeping and the numbers going on, Choy's body tensed and his eyes widened. Elery noticed his tail totally straight and idle - as if it was in some sort of trance. After the scouter finished getting the read on him, Choy shrieked.

"Nine hundred….seventy...five."

Yep. Definitely stronger than Zima.

By 3 times actually.

The sound caused Taro to startle. The kid did a 180 to look around. It didn't take long before he spotted two familiar faces coming right toward him.

Elery wasn't the one in on it last time, but the reminder of Choy laughing and encouraging Zima on to fight him was what had the kid on the defensive. With his fists balled and tail wagging side to side, he was just ready for another fight.

"Don't get your tail all in a twist, alright?" Elery spoke up. "We didn't come here for any of that nonsense."

He let his guard down, albeit only a little. Still suspicious he was in regards to whatever potential agenda these two may have. "Then what?"

"We want - no - we need you on our team! You're crazy strong!"

Elery nodded. "What he said. You'd be a great asset to our team."

"Really?" Taro asked.

She nodded. "That business you had with those Saiyans proved to be worthwhile after all. You're rearing one thousand units!"

"Not even the two lazy bums we have on our squad are as strong as you," Choy told him.

Elery smirked. "So what do ya say?"

Choy was excited and Taro was glad to see he was the total opposite of hostile to him, but that wasn't what got him. Most of all, he appreciated that wicked smirk Elery was giving off. He grinned right back at her.

"Of course."

With rotating shifts, work on Planet Koori didn't stop at all. There was constant work from sunrise to sunfall. Of course, some complained of the ridiculous cold, but none would dare defy the order of their royal leaders. They were working for a promising purpose on this world and that's exactly what they were going to continue to do.

As his workers work, Vegeta worked out. Inside his giant igloo, the Saiyan Prince was shirtless and doing one finger push-ups with his pinky. In an effort to challenge himself, he did so while doing a handstand. An attempt to do nine thousand of these non-stop was the goal. He didn't have anybody here worthwhile to fight after all.

Well, maybe Kuni.

But Vegeta decided against that. Despite her surprising strength, she was still only a half-Saiyan and she definitely didn't amount to the power that he had. After doing the same push-up over eight thousand times, he was just starting to break a sweat. Perhaps he needed to do ten times as much as his end goal to get a genuine work-out. It's really been a while since he trained like this. Those super saibaimen weren't worth a crap on an ice planet that produced no sort of soil.

KNOCK KNOCK

Vegeta stopped his exercise as he was in the middle of lifting himself up. Subsequent to opening his eyes and looking behind him, he saw Kuni right at the third entrance of his igloo, which was over fifty feet in the air. Like all the rest, she could be seen wearing a big, furry coat that covered nearly her entire body. When she allowed herself in, Vegeta just continued to work-out.

"What is it now?" he asked with a spike of aggravation to his voice.

"Oh, nothing," Kuni shrugged her shoulders. "I just came to inform you that everyone is working hard and diligently. At this rate, we'll be off this dump of a world in absolutely no time."

"That should be expected," Vegeta said. Not once did he grunt while he did his push-ups, but now that he had accompany that he was expected to verbally respond to, doing the push-ups became a little bit more of a challenge due to imbalanced breathing. "Is that all?"

As they've known each other since they were little kids, this was truly the first time Kuni ever got to see Vegeta shirtless without blood and bruises all over his body. The young Prince was lean but so well toned, like humanoid silk. Seeing his v-shaped figure and bulging shoulders, she really only got to see how alluring he could be for the first time.

"Is that all!?' Vegeta repeated himself a little louder.

"Actually, no."

"Then what is it?"

"Since the cat's out of the bag and all, I have something to confess."

Not really interested as to what her confession could possibly be, Vegeta bit. "Ahuh."

"Being part Saiyan, I get these urges to take action from time to time and get in a fight. All my life, my mother has dedicated a portion of her time to teach me in controlling this but now that you know, I was hoping that you'd be able to show me a little bit of fun."

Fun? Vegeta sprung up onto his two feet. "When I think of fun, I think of rotten corpses and near cripples making last stands before I send them to hell in front of their loved ones. Sparring isn't fun unless it's with someone of equal power."

"I would be foolish to not assume that you're underestimating, wouldn't I?"

"Yes, you would. And it's best not to waste my time. I have a work-out to attend to."

Kuni unwrapped her clothing and tossed it over to the floor, only in black short malleable pants that reached her knees and some combat boots. She didn't even bother to wear a top, which allowed Vegeta to get a first look at her top, which were not too small and plumpy looking.

Without warning, she shot forth. Vegeta smacked her hand away and continued to block her punches and kicks with his palm. Kuni wasn't just attacking directly; the halfling was capable of maneuvering herself all around in the middle of an attack in attempt to catch him off-guard. Vegeta was experienced enough to see these coming but he had to admit, if they were even in power, he'd have a hard time.

Two quick jabs to the face were blocked and a knee as well, which had Kuni involuntarily lower herself. The woman span around as she got low and pushed her arm by ramming her right fist into her left palm in an attempt to elbow Vegeta in the low abdomen. He was ready for it and blocked her with his knee before.

The two looked at one another with a grin.

The Saiyan Prince actually saw more of a work-out in dodging a nifty fighter than doing some lame push-ups.

"My turn."

Kuni fell down on her back and used Vegeta's ankles to slide through her legs. As she came up, she managed to get a strong grip of his tail, which had him by surprise for a short period of time, though long enough for Kuni to slam his back against the wall, shaking the entire igloo.

Despite the fact that his weakness had been trained long ago, Vegeta felt a cold chill go up his spine. The cold felt like a concept lost in the vacuum of space with her breast's touching up against his chest. She still held onto Vegeta's tail, which was wrapped tightly around his waist.

Slowly rubbing her fingers around it made Vegeta's knees almost buckle. As a result, his tail started to have a mind of its own and began to uncoil itself.

"Coronation is right around the corner for you, isn't it?" Kuni whispered.

"It is…" Vegeta responded softly.

She pressed two fingers against his chest and walked them up to his chin. "Do you know what that means?" Vegeta shook his head. Kuni leaned in and whispered further more into his ear. As she ended her sentence, the Saiyan's eyes grew wide.

Kuni pulled her head back and smiled gently. "Nobody needs to know."

Never being in a moment like this before all his life, Vegeta felt extremely uncomfortable. If he were to go with the flow, it'd end up feeling like a guilty pleasure, which was something he wasn't really too down for. "As your pri-"

With her lips pressed against his, he wasn't given the option to object. The only time Vegeta ever felt a portion of excitement was when it came to battling a worthy opponent. As of the moment with his body temperature rising and his tail softly brushing Kuni's body all on its own, the Saiyan prince discovered a new excitement. Instead of pushing away, he fell right into her hands like melted pudding.

Directly outside Vegeta's own temporary residence on the planet, Nion was right outside the first entrance down on the ground. Even from fifty feet up, the sounds of her daughter's moans mixed with Vegeta's heavy breathing and strong curses brought a smile to her face. She tapped her long, blue fingernails on the silver pad that she had clutched to her chest. "Good girl."

After turning her back, Nion began to type into the device.


The party never came to a stop on Planet Yoyu. Bright lights flashed so much all over the planet that a person with even the slightest eye problem had a high chance of getting permanent eye damage.

Kakarot landed his ship down by the parking space for all intergalactic ships. Once Kakarot touched down, there would be men en route to checking for any possible damage and going to pump in gas without any questions being asked of them.

A woman came all up in his face. "Where is it that you would like to first visit, Kakarot? Possible carnival? The warrior show? Maybe the rodeo?"

His often arrival on this planet had more people remember him than he would have liked. But then again, that's what he ought to have expected by coming to this planet quite often for the past ten years.

Before the discovery of Turles' death, Kakarot would smile full of joy every time he was brought here. Not only was there food and nice beverages, but a handful of games where he could put some weakling fools in their place.

Now he couldn't do as much as grin.

He pushed the woman out of his way and continued to walk toward his destination. The more crowds he got himself into, the more people came to greet him left and right. The young warrior tuned out his name being shouted every five seconds. He had one focus and one focus only.

After walking around and blending in for a quarter of an hour, Kakarot had finally arrived to the destination he desired. What he was looking at from below was a giant, oval shaped arena that could fill well more than 100,000 people. Everyone cheered on so hard and loud that speakers needed to be placed in four different sections at the top of the closed in arena just so everyone could hear the woman of the hour: Pinchi.

An hour-glass figure blonde with daisy duke shorts that revealed her filled and voluptuous thighs and a cut top with string ties so tight that it made her 30 C-cup breasts look like a pair of Ds. She tipped her cowboy hat and kicked up her boots and gave the crowd a loud yeehaw through the mic that made the audience go crazy.

She was dangling from the arena in a black steel cage as she watched a handful of brave souls ride the most scariest looking animals that happened to be caught on this planet and many more.

Kakarot was at the very front door and before the bouncer as he broke up the single file line ahead of him. The man was obviously a retired soldier of the Freeza Force. Kakarot could simply tell by his physiological make-up. Not just that, but he still wore the armor. After getting a quick look at Kakarot's attire, he knew what was up.

"I'll have to stop you right there. Either you get in the back of the line or you pay double the necessary amount to enter, plus a tip for your's truly."

Kakarot and the man had an intense stare down for all of five seconds. He was wearing thin on patience and didn't plan on having to play the waiting game. For all he knew, Freeza was tracking his location this very instant. He needed to lose all traces of himself and the only way he could get it done was through the help of a friend of a former friend. The Saiyan turned his head around to look behind him. There on, he saw the faces of disappointed folk and some who even wanted to start a fight because they got skipped ahead so easily, though none dared to step up given how effortless it was for Kakarot to push them to the side.

Kakarot deduced that there had to be at least 100 more people waiting back there before looking back at the bouncer. "You want me to get in the back of that line and just wait?"

The man folded his arms. "That's right."

Being reeled in and met with a skull to the face couldn't have been said and done faster. One second, he was standing firm and then next, the bouncer was lying on his back catching Zs. Kakarot casually walked in the arena as those behind him started to rush in.

Just as expected, there were people riding giant beasts and scary looking creatures, testing to see who could who on the longest as they constantly rammed into one another with the goal of knocking a person off in hopes of winning.

Kakarot had been there and done that, just when he was a little boy. He and Turles went around the planet one time, doing every single event that they had listed, all to the point where their names eventually became a household one amongst those that attended Planet Yoyu regularly.

"Only two brave souls left! Who's going to win and take the crown home!"

Clapping, roars, and chants all started simultaneously.

There was a five legged, one eyed shaved bull like fifty foot animal with three horns and one giant tusk. It stomped on the ground as it looked ahead to its opponent, which was a six legged, furry creature with scars and bruises and razors for teeth, being just about the same size.

Once the two started running toward one another, the entire arena instantly fell silent right then and there.

The sounds of these two beasts stomping their way towards one another was all that could be heard by everyone watching this.

And as expected, the three horned beast knocked down his opponent and the man on it. The crowd erupted in cheers full of joy and excitement.

"And what do ya know! The big bad wins his seventh straight!"

Kakarot stood directly in the middle of the arena as soon as all the animals were brought out. The Saiyan watched the audience leave, which didn't really pay him any mind. All of those people had one of four things on their mind: more events, sleep, food, or sex.

The steel cage is slowly brought down to the ground before opening to permit Pinchi to exit it. Seeing Kakarot's face for the first time in such a long run made her cheeks go red. As a kid, she would just pinch his cheeks and give him treats but seeing him all grown up now, Pinchi just wrapped her arms around the young man and kissed him on the cheek.

"About time you come back around here, stranger! Where ya been? We've been missing you, ya know?"

"Busy," Kakarot answered.

Looking around, Pinchi's brow furrowed. "And ya mega twin? Where he be at?"

Of course she'd ask. Wherever Turles was, Kakarot happened to usually be right alongside him. "Dead." He expected a reaction from her. Pinchi wanted to say something but hesitated before she got the courage to ask what happened. Kakarot cut her off, though. "I need a favor."

"What kind of favor, partner?"

"I need a ship - one with high quality in comparison to the ones you've known me to be using from Freeza's organization. Oh, and I'll need to make sure it's untraceable by his forces, as well as the Galactic Patrol."

That last sentence told Pinchi that Kakarot was most definitely up to something, probably which wasn't anything good at all.

"Oh, and you can drop the dumb accent with me. You're not on stage anymore."

Pinchi cleared her throat as she started to chuckle. "Haha, right." She grabs her revolver from her hip and spins the gun around prior to putting it on safety and holstering it back. "Follow me, old friend."

Doing as told, Kakarot followed Pinchi over to a red curtain directly on the opposite of the entrance of the arena. Once the two went behind, there was only a dim, flickering light that allowed them to see. Knowing what to do, Pinchi elbowed a button directly in the back of her.

Chains started moving and a certain engine could be heard running. Next thing, the two were being sent down at blazing speeds as if they were on a bullet elevator.

"I would have to assume you've finally started playing with the big boys - seeing that you need to hide out and be smart now."

"Finally?" Kakarot scoffed jokingly. "I've been playing with the big boys all my life."

After the elevator comes to a stop, Pinchi walks right ahead. Kakarot does as well.

The Saiyan instinctually puts his arms over his eyes in an effort to shield them from all the dazzling light in this room - if it could even be called that. It was like a underground museum shop. There was a waterfall on the other side of the room and a showing of all different types of ships on a single elevated area from afar.

Battle-suits showcased in glass with all types of different armor - more than likely a collection.

There was even a single section with a multitude of walls that held various types of weapons that undoubtedly did all sorts of things. With her hands on her hips, Pinchi looked around with a big, wide grin plastered all over her face.

"You wouldn't believe all the strings I've had to pull and the many dicks I had to suck just to get all of this." She turned around to face Kakarot. "You know I'm one of the most wanted women in the universe?" She then shook her head. "But they'll never find me."

"Couldn't care less." Regardless of all the fancy tools and equipment in the room, Kakarot only concerned himself with the main necessity. Looking back to the ships stored in the room, he pointed at the one that stood out most to him - a ship with the shape of a star that stood on four legs with five different entrances at the bottom for all its wings. Pointing it to it, he put his interest on display. "How's that one?"

"Oh, of course you'd pick the best one!" Pinchi cried. She playfully wiped away her fake tears as she sniffed. "That's my baby. I made a dumb idiot bandit fall in love with me just so I could steal his ship and bring it back here and possibly make a fortune out of it. So while you won't have Freeza or anybody else on your back, you might have to worry about a group of assholes."

Kakarot reached into his armored chest-plate and grabbed three separate bags filled to the very end and tossed them all over to Pinchi, who's eyes started to dazzle. The bag covered all that was in, but she could practically see the silver inside.

"You know I could buy an entire planet with all this money and still have some to spare, right?"

Kakarot hopped over by the ship and went under it. The sixth entrance had an obvious hole outlined inside of it with a button right next to it. He figured this ship would definitely do him some promise.

"Will that be enough?"

"Marry me!" Pinchi yelled.

"No."

Kakarot pressed the button and went in the ship. Seeing that there was an opening at the very top of this place, Kakarot shot off, in a hurry.

Pinchi looked at the bags of money in her hand. Upon realizing that she could actually live the rest of her life with all this money, the woman had to figure out what she wanted to do to get by.

"Oh, I got the perfect plan: seduce some loser and get him to buy a planet for me, then just kill the dumbass and keep everything for myself." She pulled out a silver tube looking trinket and held it against her chest. "Thank you, Kakarot."


Everything was miraculously brought back to normal without any literal explanation. Sure, the cities of Earth were magically rebuilt, but it still didn't bring back the hundreds of thousands of lives lost. Regardless, those that did survive were more than grateful to have their homes back.

After the incident with Kakarot, Bulma and Katayude got to meet Roshi and his pupils. Ever since, they all grew close with one another and hadn't been in trouble since thanks to them. They effortlessly collected the Dragon Balls, but bringing back Panchy was a no-no because of some unspoken rule that those dead for more than a year couldn't be brought back to life.

They had gotten so close that Roshi even moved his house right on Omori's island.

Sitting down, looking at the daily news and how they spoke of this miracle, Bulma had a genuine smile on her face. While she wasn't able to bring her own mother back to life, she still managed to do a great service to others by bringing their homes back to normal as they wanted.

Maybe she just had to move on. Maybe it was a sign.

"Just in, we're getting notifications of an entrance from outer space. We switch to our satellites right here so you can see for yourselves. It looks like a literal star-ship enveloped in fire as it enters our planet's atmosphere."

Hearing this on the television had Chi-Chi's eyes shoot wide open. Just in a state of meditation, she felt a sudden power coming closer toward them. "One of them's back."

After eating, Tien could be seen wiping his mouth with a napkin. "Just one, huh?"

Chi-Chi got right up on her feet, ready to take off.

"We still shouldn't rush because it's just one of them," Tien said. "I know you feel that insane jump in power. Besides, Roshi made a deal with them that they won't kill if they just get senzus."

"And there's another one coming in right behind," the reporter on the television said. "It's hard to tell whether the star ship is being followed or if they're coming in together."

Chi-Chi looked to Tien and back to Bulma.

The daughter of Gyumao didn't know about them, but she sure as hell wasn't going to let them walk on her world, thinking they owned the place. "And I've gotten stronger, too."