Peparia floated down into the courtyard in her family estate, finally allowed to return home. The last six months had done her good. She gained full control of her Super Saiyan form, able to transform at will. She'd even mastered the state to the point where she lost almost no stamina trying to maintain it.

And those efforts to master the Super Saiyan form had done wonders for her emotions. She was no longer dead inside; she could feel again, and she could cope with it. The memories of her daughter's death still haunted her, but she was coping with them in a healthy manner.

As Peparia touched down, she was surprised at whom she saw. Her parents where there, of course, as was the court appointed official who was meant to interview her. But she was surprised at the other two there; a lower class Saiyan woman, and a child. A child she recognized; Rutin, the boy she was supposed to have trained in preparation of his first full moon. The one who killed her daughter.

Rutin looked good. His tail was regrowing nicely, though he was still as timid as she remembered.

"Lady Peparia?" Rutin said, trembling as he approached. "I'm sorry I killed your daughter."

"It's okay," Peparia said. "It wasn't your fault. You couldn't control yourself."

"And that's why we're here," Rutin's mother said, approaching Peparia. "He wants you to finish his training, prepare him for the full moon."

"But…I screwed it up," Peparia said, confused. "I divided my attention too heavily and I failed him."

"A fact I remind him of every time the subject comes up," Rutin's mother said. "But he's adamant about this."

"I won't fail you this time," Rutin said. "I'll tell you if I'm scared or I don't understand, I promise!"

Peparia was taken aback. Yes, the majority of failure was on her; she could have caught this. She should have caught this. But she never thought of things from Rutin's perspective; if he had the courage to speak up, Peparia could have focused on him, given him special training, and failing that, told the Full Moon Patrol that he wasn't ready and shouldn't have gone out.

Peparia looked up from the 6-and-a-half-year-old boy and at the court appointed official. "If you're okay with this, then yes, I'd like to rectify my mistake." She asked.

"Pending your Full Moon Patrol training, we'll see," the official said. "For now, we need to do your interview."

"Of course," Peparia said, and then looked down at Rutin. "We'll talk more later, I promise."

"Okay," Rutin said, smiling brightly.

From there, Peparia entered her house, following the official into one of the house's briefing room. Peparia entered first, sat at the table, and watched as the official followed her lead and closed the door behind her.

"Now, I've read the reports that your instructor gave us about your training," the official said, picking up a data pad and scrolling through the text. "And I agree with his conclusions. My question is; how are you feeling?"

"Better," Peparia said. "I feel more myself than I did six months ago. But, not the same, you know? No matter how I feel, no matter how well I'm coping with things, my daughter's still dead, and I'll never get her back."

"And I offer my deepest condolences for that," the court official said. "No one should be forced to lose their child, especially like that."

"Yeah, well, it's over," Peparia said. "She's gone, I'm here. Can't change that, have to move on."

The court official nodded and scrolled down on the pad.

"You're going to be judged, both actively and silently, for your actions and your new powers. How will you handle this?" the official asked.

"I won't lose control," Peparia said. "I've mastered the form. Rage doesn't trigger the form, and I don't need it to maintain it. I am in full control of myself at all times."

"Yes, the report says this," the official said. "Could you show it to me?"

Peparia sighed, and silently stood from her chair. She backed up so nothing would be blasted back from the sudden surge of power and calmly transformed into a Super Saiyan.

The court official looked upon Peparia, and silently nodded. Peparia dropped her transformation and returned to her seat.

"Well, I've seen all I need to," the court official said, standing up as he closed his data pad. "I'll have the Full Moon Patrol contact you shortly. For now, you should re-acclimate yourself to your life here, and let your loved ones know you're okay. We'll check in on you after your Full Moon Patrol training is complete."

Peparia continued to sit in the briefing room as the official left, immersed in her thoughts. Everything was the same at her house, and likely was out in the city. Outwardly, it almost seemed like nothing had happened. Her home had been repaired, as was the damage that was caused by her battle with Rutin. People were going about their lives, though she knew that they were silently whispering about that dark night six months ago.

Peparia wondered how her family and friends would handle her return. Her mother and father were cordial yet warm, and she had yet to see her brother, and she was uncertain how he'd handle his older sister now that she changed.

But what concerned was how things with Lottus would be. She wasn't the same Peparia that she'd been 6 months ago. And she wasn't sure she ever would be again.

She'd have to deal with that soon, but right now, Peparia was just happy to be home.