Goten

Raditz finally awoke hungover hours later, and after punching a hole in one of the interior panels, ripping out several of the passenger seats and hurling them in Goten and Gohan's general direction and a lot of yelling, he did eventually untie them.

He was unhappy, to say the least.

True to Brasha's word every crate of Klangite was gone, along with all of their other weapons and valuables, save for the small emergency cache Raditz kept in the Captain's quarters in the hidden compartment beneath his bed, their clothing and the spare parts for Goten's cybernetic arm.

Raditz's first instinct was to track down the thieves, only to find that they had partially dismantled the engine of the Nimbus, all the vital parts broken down to their most basic components though graciously stacked and arranged into neat piles on the engine room floor. They drifted aimlessly in space for two days before Gohan had the ship back in flying form.

From there, with all the Klangite gone and their names soiled with their buyers, it was back to the grind for the crew of the Nimbus . Back to small time bounties and heists until something more promising came up.

Weeks passed, and the crew kept their ears to the ground for word on the strangers who'd made off with their payday. But there was nothing. They'd vanished.

Goten had been on a lot of seedy space stations in his life, but Kesh Station was easily one of the seediest in a sparsely populated corner of the galaxy where neither the Empire nor the Galactic Patrol had much of a presence, run by a man named Dabura. It was a hive for pirates, assassins, crime lords as well as the occasional imperial defector. And it was presently the only place they could seem to find work.

No one bat an eye at the Saiyans as they led their captive through the grimy halls.

"Move!" Raditz growled, giving the male a kick, eliciting an angry hiss from the creature as he hefted the sack on his shoulder higher, a scowl on his face.

It seemed their uncle's foul mood would never subside, and the job they just wrapped up did nothing to improve it.

The job was simple enough: track down a pair of Inari thieves and bring them back to Kesh. Finding them down had been simple enough. Their planet had been purged long ago and their species stuck out like a sore thumb and there weren't many of them left, so any station they passed through, people took note.

Capturing them was another matter entirely. They were tall, bulky creatures, with large pincers and hard, shell-like beige skin speckled with green and sharp yellow eyes. They were considerably strong, but the worst thing about them were the stingers tipping the end of their long, segmented tails.

Hence why their captive's tail was bound along with his arms.

The two Inari had put up quite a fight against the Saiyans. While Goten and Gohan had been occupied subduing one, the other had nearly overpowered Raditz in their scuffle, catching him with its deadly stinger square in the gut. Stinging him so badly he'd had to spend the night in the ship's regeneration tank to stave off the effects of the venom, but he was alive.

The same couldn't be said for the Inari, whom Raditz had promptly pummeled to death in his rage.

They made their way through the sea of people milling about the station to Dabura's Tavern.

Outside the door were two scaly, green, thickly muscled aliens with lizard-like faces and a small row of horns accenting their brow, armed with batons. One of the lizard men looked the trio up and down, his crimson eyes amused. "Look what the Neko-Shi drug in, a couple of monkeys ."

Goten saw his uncle's shoulders tense at the slur.

"We're here for our bounty." Raditz bit out, gesturing to the bound Inari he had by the arm.

The blue lizard-man nodded, stepping aside as the metallic door slid into the wall. Inside was a long table where several aliens of various shapes and sizes sat playing cards and speaking a tongue that Goten wasn't familiar with. A hush fell over the room at their entrance.

"Ah, Raditz," the Makyan at the head of the table said. His skin was a pale minty green, he had long pointed ears, his silvery white mane neatly combed away from his face, swathed in black, a metal patch concealing his missing eye.

"Laurus," Raditz grunted curtly. Shoving the Inari forward, the creature let out a hiss at the elder Saiyan, glaring at him murderously.

"And the other…?" The Makyan drawled, resting his cheek against his palm, the picture of indifference.

Raditz unceremoniously tossed the bag he'd been toting onto the table. It landed with a hard, squishy thud.

The Makyan leaned forward, reaching out a slender be-ringed hand to peek inside the sack, then snatching his hand back with a sound of distaste. His yellow gaze flicked back to Raditz. "Where's the rest of him?"

"Rotting back on the station where we found him, I imagine." The eldest Saiyan crossed his arms over his chest.

The Makyan snapped his fingers and two more of the blue lizard-faced guards appeared.

"Very well, pay the Saiyans and take this one away," he flicked a hand at the bound Inari, "and dispose of," he pointed to the sack which was now leaking a rancid fluid onto the table "that."

As the guards hauled the Inari through a pair of double doors, Laurus leaned over to a squat pink skinned male at his side, who scurried from the room, returning a short time later with a small silver case, presenting it to the Eldest Saiyan before returning to his master's side.

Raditz slid the case open, quietly counting its contents. Laurus and the rest of the room's occupants went back to their conversations, ignoring the three pirates. A beat passed and Raditz hadn't moved from where he stood, as still as a statue, staring at the case clutched in his calloused fingers.

"What the fuck is this ? Where is the rest?" Raditz said, his voice deadly calm. The end of his tail flicked back and forth. It was one of his uncle's tells, signalling that he was rapidly nearing the end of his tether.

The room went quiet again. Laurus didn't even glance up from his cards as he leisurely shuffled them. "Dabura wanted both of the targets alive." He said simply. "You brought back half the Inari we agreed upon, so now you get half the reward."

Gohan placed a hand on his uncle's shoulder, which he promptly shrugged off with a snarl, fists clenched tightly at his sides. Laurus surveyed Raditz quietly, continuing to shuffle his deck of cards with a sneer.

Before Goten could blink, Raditz had upended the long table, sending its contents crashing to the ground, the occupants scrambling away as the long-haired saiyan snatched Laurus up by the front of his robes, "You slimy piece of shit. You'd better cough up the rest or I'll-"

Despite the ferocity on Raditz's face and the unyielding grip the Saiyan had on him, Laurus's face was still the picture of calm. "You'll what? Think carefully, Raditz..."

The double doors flew open and several more of the blue lizard men filed out, batons bared crackling with menacing bolts of vibrant purple.

Goten took a quick tally of the guards, sizing them up. They could take them. Normally, he'd be all for taking the offensive approach, but they didn't exactly have a wealth of options, and pissing off Dabura by taking out a handful of his men wouldn't improve them in the slightest.

Raditz considered the Makyan in his grasp, his lip quivering with barely contained rage. He glanced at Goten from the corner of his eye, his expression faltering for the briefest moment, before he slowly lowered his captive to his feet.

"That's what I thought." Laurus cast a look of annoyance at the mess, smoothing a wayward strand of white away from his pointed face. "The mighty Saiyans, look how far you've fallen. The Universe has an odd way of righting itself. See yourselves out, monkeys. "

With one last tremulous look of fury, Raditz spun on his heel, shoving past his nephews.

The trio made their way back to the lower level of the tavern, taking a seat at a small table in a quiet corner. Gohan pulled out his data pad, a slightly older model than the one he usually carried, and began scrolling through it. "Well, that went well," he grumbled as Raditz passed him the case of credits. "This'll cover our fuel and food, but not much else."

The tension was practically rolling off of their uncle in waves. Laurus didn't know how lucky he was. Under any other circumstances, the Makyan would be missing his head. Raditz had killed for much less than the slight he was dealt only moments ago.

"Then I suggest you do some digging. See if there's any other jobs we can pick up while we're here. I don't care what it is." Raditz bit out.

Goten crossed his arms, leaning back in his seat, pondering their current predicament as his crewmates conversed. These small time bounties would not be enough to sustain them. They needed something bigger. Much bigger.

Goten thought back to when he was still a child, and the tiny ship they had called home. He thought of their time spent on a strange planet, eating whatever they could find, the dreadful shadow of uncertainty that hung over their heads every day.

They had survived that. They would survive this.

Goten was broken from his train of thought when one of the scantily clad servers placed a shot of shimmering orange liquid in front of him.

"From the woman in red," she winked, gesturing at the bar before disappearing into the crowd with her tray of drinks.

A tall slender woman in a tight candy apple red ensemble with delicately striped green skin and long golden tresses was staring at him with hungry eyes. She raised a glass in his direction, a lascivious smile on her face.

"Don't even think about it."

"Huh?" Goten's head whipped back towards his uncle, who was wearing a particularly murderous scowl.

"Your dick has already gotten us into enough trouble."

At those words, something in Goten snapped. H e'd finally had his fill of enduring his uncle's temper.

"Will you fucking let it go? I'm sorry! Like the same thing couldn't have happened to you?"

"You're sorry? What the fuck am I supposed to do with 'sorry' ? And no, it wouldn't have. You fell for the oldest trick in the book. All it took was a pretty face and a pair of tits for you to forget everything I've ever taught you ." The elder saiyan growled.

"I'm just as much to blame as he is,"

"If not more so, because you should have known better ." Raditz said bitterly, his eyes flicking to his eldest nephew, snatching the drink off the table and draining its contents. "I should space both of you , nothing but pains in my ass for the last twenty years."

It seemed like he'd been having this same exchange with his uncle over and over for weeks. He thought his anger would have waned by now. But it seemed Raditz wouldn't be letting go of what happened, of what Goten had unwittingly let happen, and was determined to punish him for it for the rest of his days. Lashing out at him at every opportunity, giving him all the grunt work and not allowing him to forget for even a moment how he'd utterly ruined everything with his stupidity.

"You know what? Fuck you ."

The eldest Saiyan surged to his feet, his hackles raised, cursing Goten up one way and down the other, drawing the eyes of every patron in the establishment.

But Goten wasn't listening, as he made his way out of the tavern, through the bustling crowd, back down the filthy, winding, claustrophobically small passages leading back toward the docking bay. Fully intending to hunt down whatever booze his uncle still had hidden away and polish it off, seeing as he was going to be perpetually pissed off at him, anyway.

"Goten, wait!" He turned to see his brother wading through the crowd towards him.

Goten grumbled as his brother came to a stop near the passage wall and motioned for him to join him, no doubt for one of his little pep talks. Anytime Goten had a conflict with their uncle, Gohan, ever the peace-keeper, always took it upon himself to try to knit things back together, for better or worse.

Goten leaned back against the metallic walls, crossing his arms over his chest, "what?"

Gohan sighed at his brother's petulance, "He's eventually going to get over this, eventually. You just gotta give him some time."

The younger Saiyan let out a heavy sigh.

"Look, I know he's terrible at showing it, but he cares about us… in his way."

"Whatever." Goten flexed his metallic fingers impatiently.

"If he were on his own, do you think he would have backed down from that fight?"

He knew he wouldn't have. But Goten would not say that out loud. Things were shit enough without being on Dabura's radar. The empire had put a price on their heads long ago. Being hunted by the Empire was one thing, but being hunted by the underbelly of the entire galaxy was something else entirely and would make their movements even more difficult. If Raditz were on his own, he wouldn't have cared, he would have taken them out without a second thought. Consequences be damned. And he would have done it with a smile on his face.

"We'll figure something out, it'll blow over and everything will go back to…"

Goten took a deep breath, and a peculiar scent swept through his nostrils that made all the little hairs on his neck stand up. Something familiar .

Or rather, someone.

Gohan's words faded into the background as Goten's vision tunneled on two individuals clad in black coats drifting unhurriedly through the gaggle of aliens.

A tall, muscular male with a very familiar sword strapped to his back, face hidden beneath a metallic black helmet. Beside him. A short female with a gently curving figure, violet hair in a high ponytail, a robotic visor covering the upper half of her face.

Gohan seemed to notice he'd lost his fellow Saiyan's attention. He followed his brother's gaze and froze, brows drawing together, lips parting in shock."Is that…?"

They were in disguise, but there was no hiding that scent. Goten would never forget it.

"It is." And before his brother could protest, Goten set off after the duo, Gohan swore before following. The sibling tailed the pair, careful to stay far enough back so as not to attract their attention but close enough not to lose sight of them.

The crowd thinned as they approached the docking bay, until it was only the two of them, striding toward a cargo ship that was roughly the same size as The Nimbus . It was most definitely not that piss poor excuse of a scrap heap they'd 'rescued' Brasha from.

Goten and Gohan slipped in between two large stacks of metallic crates, careful to stay out of sight as the woman angrily punched buttons on a control pad near the ship's bay doors.

"This is all your fault! Everything was fine until you started making moon eyes at that human and now we have half the galaxy looking for us -drawing unnecessary attention to ourselves- we can't risk even going home and we have a ship full of cargo that we can't fucking move- are you even listening to me?"

"We'll find a buyer. Stop being dramatic."

"I am not being dramatic! You're going to get us both killed or captured. At this point I'm hoping for the former because…"

The bay doors parted and Brasha's words trailed off as the pair disappeared into the belly of the ship.

"Sounds like they still have the Klangite, get Raditz and go back to the ship. We're going to get even with these assholes." Goten stepped out from the cover of the crates when he felt steely fingers close around his good arm.

"Goten, what are you doing ? Do not go running off half-cocked-"

"And let them get away? Not fucking happening." Goten scoffed, wrenching out of his brother's grip.

"You don't even know how many crew that ship. There could be more than three of them." His brother shook his head. "Let's regroup with Raditz and form a plan-"

"I'm going. This is my fuck up and I need to fix it." Goten turned away from his sibling, when he felt his elder brother's hand on his shoulder once again.

"If you're going, " his brother pressed a small square into his metal palm. "Take this, once it's in place, signal us with your scouter."

Goten glanced down at the small object clutched in his fingers before giving his brother a reassuring nod and making his way toward the ship.

Bulla

"Any luck?" Marron asked as Bulla plopped down in the navigator's chair. The blonde sat on the floor of The King's Pride, prizing power cells out of old scouters with a small screwdriver.

"Nope. No one will take a shipment that size, for what it's actually worth anyway." The blunette scoffed, reaching up to tap at her visor before pulling it from her face and tossing it onto the console, her violet tresses returning to their natural teal shade.

It was infuriating; they were sitting on a gold mine, and completely unable to do anything with it. She knew Kesh Station was going to be a dead end. She'd told her brother as much and, as usual, he didn't listen to her. Hence why they were in their current predicament.

Life as a Saiyan post Planet Vegeta wasn't easy. They doled handsome rewards out to those willing to hunt them down and turn them over to the Empire. It made living in civilized society nearly impossible for survivors of their race. Which left, uncivilized society.

Pirates, assassins, even thieves, while most are their own unique brand of unsavory, almost none of them are fond of the Empire. Which makes their world something of a haven for their kind. Under normal circumstances.

Trunks breezed onto the bridge. Having shed his mask and sword, he crouched down beside the blonde, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Nothing unusual happened while we were gone?"

"Boring as ever. I can't wait till I can finally get off this ship. I'm starting to get cabin fever." Marron sighed in frustration at the power cell she was fruitlessly attempting to dislodge, before tossing it onto the floor with a scowl.

"I know, I'm sorry, as soon as we unload this cargo, you'll have time to stretch your legs." Trunks took the discarded scouter and screwdriver from the floor, effortlessly popping the small cylinder out of its setting and tossing it into the tray with the others she'd set aside.

"Any sign of… them?" The blonde asked quietly.

"No." Trunks replied simply.

She let out a breath of relief, peering over at the lavender haired Saiyan. "If it keeps going like this, maybe we can find a nice planet to lie low on for a while, somewhere with fresh air and a nice view?"

"We've been gone long enough already." Bulla interjected, pulling up the nav screen, the console lighting up with an array of planets and stars. "so, Fearless Leader, any ideas where we go now? Seeing as this place was a complete bust."

"I was thinking… I know you're probably not going to like it but,… maybe we should visit some old friends."

"No." She clipped without so much as a glance in his direction.

"Bulla-"

"That's a horrible idea," the blunette cut him off with a dismissive wave of her hand.

"They'll have the credits, or know someone who does. I think they might be willing to work with us."

"In exchange for us joining in their little crusade." Bulla rolled her eyes.

The lavender haired Saiyan was quiet. Bulla could hear his tail flicking back and forth irritably and she could practically feel his gaze burning into the back of her head.

"Well, we're running out of options. We're going to have to take some risks eventually."

"That's a conversation for another day. Think of something else." Bulla said with a tone that brooked no argument.

An awkward silence filled the bridge. Marron busied herself with scrapping her little pile of scouters once more, knowing better than to get involved with the siblings whilst they were teetering on the brink of a spat.

Trunks finally let out a heavy sigh. "We could take the shipment back to that buyer on Vos 5. We'd be taking less of a pay cut than if we sold it here,… since you're not willing to consider the other option."

"I'm surprised you're willing to consider the other option, all things considered. I'd think you'd want to play it safe." She turned, her aqua gaze flicking to their human companion and then back to her brother, before swiveling back to her nav screen. "Setting the coordinates for Vos 5."

Goten

It was all here.

Every crate of their stolen Klangite hidden beneath tarps and tethered to the floor of the cargo bay along with a few other valuable odds and ends. Jackpot.

Goten shifted uncomfortably from his hiding spot. After sneaking on board, he'd carefully removed one of the interior panels, hiding himself inside and over his shoulder where his prosthetic met his flesh, was aching from having to sit in such a cramped position. It'd been a few hours since he'd heard the engines fire up and they'd left Kesh.

The voices he'd heard carrying down the corridor of the ship had gone quiet. Which meant now was the time to make his move.

Bulla

Bulla flung herself down onto her bed, wanting nothing more than to shower away the reek of station grime that surely coated her body, but she was so tired. She rolled onto her side, tail batting at the mattress restlessly, and gazed out into the black abyss stretching out before The King's Pride. Trunks and Marron had gone to bed some time ago. Leaving the blunette alone with her thoughts. It had been too long since they received a comm from home. They'd never been gone for this long before. A simple supply run spiraled out of control.

The sooner they unloaded the klangite, the better. Then they could return home. She just hoped it wouldn't be too late.

She sighed, closing her eyes, willing sleep to welcome her into its blissful embrace.

The smell of death and smoke was so thick in the air it was enough to gag her. But she was trying her hardest to remain calm, just as her mother had instructed. Even as the ground trembled beneath her feet, even as the air was filled with a thousand howls and screams that seemed to get louder and louder with every passing moment.

The Queen led them down a long corridor, through an open archway out into the palace courtyard. A 'boom' sounded out, and the ground quaked in response. Whatever was happening, it was closing in on them, and fast. The queen drew to stop as a small docked ship came into view.

The queen knelt on the cracked marble floor, embracing her children much more tightly than she ever had, her pristine white armor stained with blood and grime.

"Take care of each other, and I'll meet up with you soon."

Her Mother's voice was gentle and reassuring as always, and Bulla desperately wanted to believe her. But her eyes were shining with unshed tears and full of a wild panicked desperation, and Bulla knew her words were a lie.

"But what about you?" Trunks said softly. His lower lip was shaking, his finger fisting in the tattered remains of the Queen's cloak.

They would have nearly lost their footing were it not for her steadying embrace as the ground gave a violent shudder and a row of columns supporting the passage they had just fled through collapsed to the ground, the sound thundering all around them.

The queen sucked in a breath before gently prying her son's fingers from her attire, giving them each a kiss upon their heads. "I have to help evacuate the others. I'll join you soon. Please do as I say and get on the ship."

Begrudgingly, with one last longing look at his mother, Trunks slowly made his way onto ship waiting to carry them.

Bulla, however, did not move.

"Bulla, get on the ship," her mother said sternly.

No. She could not. She would not . If she got on that ship, this would be the last time they would ever see one another. Her heart beat wildly in her chest. The Princess launched herself at the Queen, latching onto her leg, oblivious to the flood of tears streaming down her face.

"No. Not without you!"

The ground rumbled…

No, not the ground. Something else.

Bulla woke with a start.

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and felt the ship give out a strange quiver. She leaned over, snatching her data pad from the night table, quickly pulling up the ship vitals. The diagnostic readout was normal, but the engines had indeed stopped. What in the world..?

She would have to go have a look for herself. With a sigh, she hopped out of bed and made her way into the hallway, intent on waking her brother just in case she needed an extra set of hands. She was just about to press on the comm to his quarters when she noticed the soft whimpering sounds and groaning coming from within. Eww.

With a sigh of irritation, she started off to the engine room, her boots clicking softly against the metallic floor. She'd been so tired she hadn't even bothered to remove them.

She yawned, wanting nothing more than to crawl back into her bed, but someone had to keep the ship in working order, and it certainly would not be Trunks. He had other distractions occupying his time these days. Bulla couldn't help but be a little resentful, and maybe just a little jealous.

Jealous that amid all their misfortune, her brother had found someone to trust, to love even. They spent so much of their life on the move. It definitely wasn't something she ever imagined herself finding.

Just as she took a turn down the next corridor, the ship shuddered and a small shiny object rolled down the corridor, halting when it came into contact with her boot.

Curious, she stooped down, taking the small object between her fingers. It appeared to be a small bolt, but where had it come from? Her gaze trailed away, scanning her surroundings when she noticed that one of the interior wall panels looked somewhat off center.

She moved to inspect it, trailing a finger over the panel, landing on the slot where the rogue piece surely belonged.

The next thing she knew, she was pitched forward, her cheek pressed against the cold, metallic wall, steely hands clamped around her wrists and her arms were wrenched and pinned behind her back, a hard, warm, absolutely huge body caging her in place.

Panic thrummed through every fiber of her being, her heart rabbiting in her chest as she thrashed against her assailant.

" Relax , I don't want to hurt you."

That voice…

She craned her head back as much as she could to see who it was that held her captive and unbidden, a tiny gasp of shock escaped her lips.

She was met with the sight of dark onyx eyes, set in a rakishly handsome face, slightly marred by a thin scar bisecting the left side.

It was him . The Saiyan from the Flying Nimbus . She could scarcely believe her eyes. How did he find them? How was he here on their ship?

"Surprised? I would be too." His lip curled. "You have caused me a lot of trouble."

This was not good. Not good at all. She needed to do something. Quickly. There were two other Saiyans with him. If he was here, surely the other two were as well.

She willed her thrumming heart to still, panicking would not help her.

She wriggled against his grip, but there was absolutely no give, his massive form pressed up against her so tightly she could do little more than turn her head. Were they not on a spaceship, she would unleash a surge of ki so fierce, it would knock him into the next galaxy.

"I hope you're not here for an apology, because you're not going to get one."

"While that saddens me very much, I'm willing to settle for all the Klangite you stole. Once we're whole, we can all go our separate ways like none of this ever happened. A solid from one Saiyan to another ." He parroted her own words back to her.

"That's just not going to work for me."

"Would you rather we take your ship and space you all instead? Because there is no third option."

Dick.

"I thought you said you weren't going to hurt me?" She mock-whined.

"I don't want to. And drop the doe-eyed damsel act. I'm not falling for that again."

"You seem so confident that you can just take it from us." She smirked. "If I recall, I bagged every bit of that cargo without even breaking a sweat."

"You drugged me, I'd hardly call that-"

The ship gave another groaning shudder, this one much more violent than the one that had woken her. A look of confusion crossed the dark-haired Saiyan's face. A soft static noise sounded, and she heard a voice crackling over the comm of his scouter,

"Goten we need —back— interference—debris— right for you-"

Bulla took opportunity afforded by his momentary distraction to slam her booted foot down onto his, he swore and for the briefest moment, his grip faltered, but it was enough, and Bulla tore her arm free and jerked around slamming her elbow right into his chin knocking him into the opposite wall.

She opened her mouth to call out for her sibling when another quake rocked the hull quaked, and the floor tilted, so much so that Bulla lost her footing and slid across the floor, right into Goten causing them both to topple backward pin balling down the stairs into the cargo bay

She landed flat on her back; the air knocked from her lungs and her chest ached from the impact, but there was no time to dwell on it.

Fuck! Her panic was rising again. Something was happening with the ship, something bad. She needed to get to her brother, and they needed to take back control of this situation now.

She surged to her feet, but a hand shot out and seized her by the ankle, and she hit the floor once again with a thud.

"Get the fuck off of me! TRUNKS!" The blunette snarled out before she kicked the dark-haired Saiyan square in the face with such force that it shattered his scouter. His grip held fast, and he growled, a trickle of blood leaking from a fresh wound beneath his left eye. His grip tightened as he drug her back toward him.

Goten moved to roll the kicking, thrashing blunette onto her belly, hands frantically grappling for the ki cuffs at his belt when Trunks appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, body slamming the intruder and sending him crashing into a stack of crates.

"You!" Piercing blue eyes narrowed on the dark-haired Saiyan who stared right back at him as he kicked aside a bit of debris, an absolutely murderous look on his face as he wiped a smear of scarlet from his cheek.

The two males met in a fierce clash of punches and kicks.

A loud boom rang out, rattling the ship from top to bottom, followed by a grating, scraping noise that made her teeth ache, and the ship felt as though it were rolling onto its side.

Goten delivered a punishing blow to the lavender-haired Saiyan's gut, knocking him off his feet.

A strap securing a large stack of crates to the floor snapped, the contents slid free… Colliding with Trunks, effectively knocking him unconscious.

When Bulla looked upon her brother's crumpled form, she was filled with a visceral rage, her vision blurred in her fury and with a cry she ran at Goten, unleashing a barrage of furious blows at the hulking male, again and again she swung at him, but he was faster than she anticipated. He blocked every strike she aimed his way a smirk on his bloodied face that only served to piss her off more.

Bulla finally reached the end of her tether and body slammed the dark-haired Saiyan with every ounce of strength in her body. Sending them both, flying backward. When the pair hit the wall, Goten once again attempted to wrestle her into submission, but the Saiyan Princess was having none of it. The ship blares out a series of beeps and whines as Bulla continues to thrash against Goten, so intent on freeing herself and continuing her assault that she doesn't realize that the surface they are currently struggling atop…

… Is the control panel for the ship's escape pod.

"Escape Pod Launch Initiated."

And in the blink of an eye, the pod's hatch slammed shut, sealing them both inside before before hurtling into the darkness of space.