"It would have been much easier knowing what I'm looking for…" Chayote whined out while staring at the blank Dragon Radar. Every time she pressed the only button on top, a noise alerted the Saiyan that the device was working but nothing of note happened. There was no visual indication suggesting that the device's display was even functional. Maybe it was busted?

It would be so much like Bulma to give Chayote out a broken model…

Then it occurred to the Saiyan that these Dragon Balls were supposedly scattered all throughout the planet. That meant that the radar, as amazing as it was, would not pick up on every single ball immediately. In fact, odds were, she'd be staring at a blank screen even if the device's display was working just fine. Seven Dragon Balls for the entire planet was quite a sparsity to have in mind.

Just for the sake of adventure, Chayote headed east. She was supposed to be in the West City, that meant that while West City was not the most west location, in fact, Chayote was sure that the Land of Korin was even farther west, it was west enough for her to pick the signal of at least a single Dragon Ball up if she traveled east long enough. Then again, it would have taken Dark Kinto a day or two to get around the planet in the current casual pace. Given how she was staring at the radar the whole time, Chayote did not feel all too brave about accelerating anymore.

East and east she went, hoping to find a bleep of at least a single Dragon Ball but Chayote reached the smoking wreckage of what seemed like a military base first. Led by both sheer curiosity as well as a swelling thought that the military base may have had some military-grade supplies to find and maybe even an actual soldier's uniform to borrow, Chayote landed to observe the ruin.

People laid sprawled out, their eyes rolled back and their weapons laying cold beside them. Smoke coiled from multiple buildings, the fire that had once damaged them had long since gone out. These were all Red Ribbon soldiers, of that there was no doubt. Chayote identified the ribbons around the soldiers' arms in a heartbeat but none of these mooks seemed important enough to wear a uniform or pack some serious heat. Not a single robot suit in sight…

There was a central building in the middle of the base. One that, instead of any brushed out Red Ribbon insignia and burnt Red Ribbon flags had a blue coat with an actual red ribbon dangling about freely. Chayote entered just to look around. Through the side window, the Saiyan noticed multiple gigantic dinosaurs getting bolder and bolder in claiming this undefended land.

"For a military base, this wreckage is awfully sparse…" Chayote spoke. Making a man behind her who stood with a rifle raised over his head, ready to boop her in the back of hers freeze in fear. "Your men, those that survived, fled. Earthlings make poor soldiers… No loyalty."

"Y-You're like him! T-The tail!" a rough, masculine voice made Chayote sigh and turn around to face the conscious survivor of Goku's rampage here.

"So the rumors were true, Earth is being invaded by aliens and the Red Ribbon got caught in the crossfire. I wonder if that's what Commander Red was gathering his forces for all along. Maybe he'd have used the Dragon Balls to repel you monsters away…" the broken, red-haired man looked down and away. He was too banged up to stand any hint of a chance against Chayote, even in his own, twisted and uninformed view of the world around him.

"Nope." Chayote shook her head. "The midget said he was gonna take over the world. It's kind of stupid when you think of it. Why bother with the Dragon Balls when the Earth is so puny, to begin with?"

"Don't you dare!" the man growled out, raising his right hand and putting all of his remaining strength into a single blow. Chayote appeared behind him just to see the fool fumble and nearly bust all of his remaining teeth out when he ate the mechanized panel after losing his balance and falling. "Commander Red was a brilliant man, the Red Ribbon Army was the mightiest military in the world and the Silver Army led by me, Commander Silver was going to carry out the mighty dream that it represented – complete conquest of Earth so that we could stand up against the alien threat that decimated the Red Ribbon."

"Conquer the Earth?" Chayote sneered at the man before switching her attention back at a computer panel and trying to mash some buttons. "I've only been on Earth for a few years and while one of the strongest defenders of this planet has one and only talent – he stinks real damn bad, you'd fail to even conquer him."

"You think it's over, don't you?" the self-proclaimed Commander Silver chuckled as he stood back up on his feet and stumbled across the room to a suitcase of capsules lying about on the processor. One of many that covered the entire central building.

"To be over something needs to begin. What's your password? I want to see if Son Goku may have taken one of your missing aircrafts to wherever the other Dragon Ball is." Chayote turned back at Silver only to see him with a capsule in hand. The man popped it and flicked it upward, unsealing a rocket launcher from it and aiming it at Chayote with a cocky smirk.

"You're right, a Dragon Ball was here, the brat took it, now die anyway!" Silver yelled out while firing a rocket indoors.

Once the smoke cleared, due to the rush of evening breeze rushing into the devastated building, only the bemused stare of unscathed Saiyan stared back at the injured Silver from the smoke. Vexed not by the discomfort that the primitive Earthling weaponry caused her but rather by the fact that the idiot commander just totaled all of the indoor computers by being a complete imbecile and nearly killing himself in the process. This one was too devoted to the cause and far too busted already for any information to still be beaten out of him.

"Yeah, I know I was right. That's how Son Goku was going to track all of you. By seeking out the splintered bases that have managed to find Dragon Balls." Chayote smacked her forehead.

"Damn aliens… How did you find us, to begin with?" Silver grunted.

Chayote pulled out her Dragon Radar and showed it to Silver. She even went as far as to press the topmost button and let that useless sound come out again, just to make the broken commander know that the device worked.

"A Dragon Radar!? More precise than the Red Ribbon's own!?" Silver exclaimed in disbelief.

"It's kind of useless junk, really." Chayote threw the thing at the commander in a wide arc, at least she still got the amusement from checking the man fumble about and do his best to preserve the radar and pull it out of mid-fall. The man clutched and pressed it against his chest as if it held some sort of priceless treasure.

"Do you have any idea…?" Silver mumbled as if he was delirious and subjected to a boiling fever. "The precarious situation of all our forces after the demise of the HQ? Silver Ribbon Army, Blue Ribbon Army, White Ribbon Army… All of us followed on the leads left to us by the base, determined to make it work, accelerating our plans because there were to be no more orders… Those of us that found the Dragon Balls had no more chance of finding any more – the base, the radar, all of it totaled by some extraterrestrial maniac!"

"Actually, it was the redhead midget that nuked the base." Chayote shrugged, indifferent to Silver's delirium. "So are you going to tell me where Son Goku went or do I need to take this useless chunk of metal off of you?"

"It's not useless at all!" Silver hissed back at Chayote, extending his hand out and pressing the button a few more times. "The button does not just turn the device on, it also zooms out. Press it a pair of times and you'll get the signal. There you go…"

What Silver was referring to a flashing beep of what was likely a Dragon Ball far off north. There was another one to the south and a handful more clumped together and heading north – that had to be Son Goku.

"Man… You've been pretty helpful. Now I kinda don't wanna kill you anymore." Chayote complained as if it was a problem. "You wouldn't happen to want to lend me that cool coat hanging on top of this building and some of the clothes your soldiers wear?"

"W-Why would you…? Whatever… Take whatever you want. This day the Silver Ribbon Army knew defeat, just like its predecessor but I will grow stronger and take revenge!" Silver proclaimed with a raised fist. Now Chayote was kind of beginning to like this guy. Now she definitely couldn't kill him! What if he proved to turn into an entertaining challenge at some point in the future?

Donning the blue coat of Commander Silver of the Silver Ribbon Army as well as one of the hats that Chayote found lying about on the dirt, the Saiyan blasted off atop of Dark Kinto to the north, in an aim to follow and catch up to Son Goku. The Saiyan felt curious as to how much the kid had grown since her beatdown in the tournament. He was definitely prime for a Zenkai boost, even if he did leave without fully recovering from his injuries, then again, weaklings like the Silver Ribbon Army would not have challenged even recovering Goku at all.

Earth's northern side took Chayote by surprise. The relentless howls of the wind, the drab smacks of snow coming at the Saiyan in sizes to be compared to an actual snow-fight and the frigidness of the place. It was almost unwelcome enough to be considered a valid training spot. One thing was for certain – Chayote could not stop thanking herself for making the decision to take Commander Silver's coat. It was nowhere near enough but it was something to help her stay on the "icicles hanging from my nose" level instead of "frozen to popsicle in an instant" she'd be doomed for under normal circumstances.

One thing that came through experimentation was the discovery that the closer to the ground Chayote had gone, the more manageable were the snowstorms. That explained the tiny, round houses of colored clay, covered with snow. There was only one way that the puny Earthlings could survive these conditions – by hunkering themselves down in some safe pocket of the constant blizzard.

No matter how deep into the showering snow Chayote had gone, the beep of the Dragon Balls continued even further to the north. The Saiyan had to adjust the zooming of the radar a pair of times as she was coming closer but since she kept on messing with the zoom, it seemed like a fruitless work, even if she knew why the radar showed almost no progress whatsoever being made.

The girl Saiyan did not mind getting a closer look at the village around the area where the Dragon Ball was. By one point she had closed in to the bundle of Dragon Balls close enough that the Dragon Radar seemed useless. It could sort of point her at a more precise direction but the best that it could tell her was "it's around here somewhere, start looking around, idiot".

A scream broke through to Chayote. The Saiyan looked back at a small house in the village, somewhere in the general direction where the scream came from. It was no longer a secret that the Red Ribbon employed female soldiers and some of them were quite high-ranking. Maybe Goku was in the process of busting up another encampment.

"These villagers are working with that kid that knocked us out!" a Red Ribbon soldier in a white, winter coat declared while pointing his gun at a quivering woman and her daughter who cowered behind her mother's lap. Oddly enough, all of the soldiers in the group appeared to be rising from the floor position, implying they've been lying down before picking this fight with the villagers.

"Shoulda finished us off when ya had the chance! Now where did the brat go!?" another guard grumbled, shoving a gun up in the woman's face, making the father of the family rather upset, even if his face was all shriveled in fear as he stepped up to the soldiers, trying to shove their guns away from his family but only ending up standing in their paths himself.

"He went to the tower, we need to warn Commander White!" the first guard objected while placing his hand on the shoulder of his trigger happy and as of recently beaten to a pulp comrade.

"Not before we show these hillbillies what happens when you go against the White Ribbon Army!" the second guard raged as he pulled the trigger. A thunderous barrage of gunfire rumbles left the barrel and alerted the entire village. The walls of the house of the family of this brave man, his wife, and the little, red-haired girl will never be the same again as they had smoking holes riddling them to the eastern wing of the home.

Judging from the dropped jaws and blasting out eyes of shock, the walls were not what the soldiers were aiming at. These things tend to happen when a hi-speed Saiyan warrior intercepts one's attempt to mow down a local family that possibly had information that she needed and pushed the weapons away after the trigger was pulled but not before the bullet left the barrel.

"It's another freaky brat!" the soldiers whimpered.

"I know you guys are in some hard-earned conquering and pillaging but I need some information this family might have. I'd question you guys but none of you Red Ribbon, or whatever, folks seem too cooperative." Chayote explained with a cold face that sent the soldiers running for their lives. They've just been knocked out by one dark-haired kid with a tail and they needed none of it from a bit older version of that same kid with a much more developed killer stare.

"Y-You're a friend of Goku's?" the little girl appeared from behind her mother's lap and approached Chayote, showing some guts at last. Then again, a weakling like Earthlings that weren't engaged in martial arts training likely got frightened by the puny local weaponry so there was nothing to be ashamed of if the brat did feel her legs get a bit shaky.

"You know Son Goku? Man, it's so great I bothered to save you guys. Do you know where he went?" Chayote smiled. She had never expected a moment of weak judgment that defied everything she was taught by the example of the Saiyans she grew up around to result in a useful outcome. Sometimes it felt like there was some punishment-reward system for how one acted but Chayote still felt like had not mastered it. All that moral judgment stuff was better left off for Upa and Bora…

"Yes, my name is Suno and…" the girl began jumping at Chayote in glee and try to grab the girl's hand and drag her into the house but the Saiyan pulled her hand out of the little brat's clutches and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah… Where's Son Goku?" Chayote grumped out.

"He… He left for the tower. The Muscle Tower…" Suno's mother pointed at the looming and bothersome rocky pillar in the distance that covered up the fleeting Sun in the distance but had narrow streaks of light striped around it, which was the only source of lighting in the evening.

"He's a foolish boy, nobody returns from the Muscle Tower but my wife said he would not listen." Suno's father rubbed the back of his head.

"Hmph. Son Goku is not like your weakling military. He's likely already done with the tower, if he's not messing around, that is. He better not totals this entire tower. I still need to check it for military grade gear Bulma can use for my spaceship." Chayote pouted her lips while sizing up the tower in the distance.

"I can make you some tea…" Suno's mother suggested, "We have some soup left over, it's not much but we must thank you for saving our lives. Perhaps it was a tad reckless to leave these soldiers Goku-san knocked out just lying around here..."

"I've no time to waste here. I need to make sure the tower doesn't have any robots I can bust and bring to Bulma for scrap parts. That's why I'm here, in the first place." Chayote shrugged before beginning to shuffle toward the tower. The speed in her step picked up bit by bit, every passing step before transitioning into a full-on dash where the Saiyan no longer even touched the ground, just launched waves of snow to the sides as she dashed forward.

The next time her feet touched the ground was when Chayote took it into the air and, after performing a couple of gentle flips and acrobatic tricks in the air, the Saiyan waited until she got as close to the tower as she could before reaching out with her hand and focusing her energy in it. As expected, she did not form a complete Ki blast but it was close enough for a good rumble that sent the bricks of the tower fumbling down and left a gaping hole for Chayote to enter the Muscle Tower through.

"Ah! Chayote!" Goku opened his yapper as his tail began waggling with excitement.

Chayote's eyes scanned through the place, focusing on a smoldering pile of rubble beside Son Goku resting nearby what seemed to be like a throne built out of boring, blue iron. Figured that the moment Chayote found Son Goku, he'd be standing atop of a destroyed robot that was useless in his current state.

"Is that a Metallitron?" Chayote asked with bemusement.

"I dunno… He was stopping me from getting to the top floor and rescuing the village chief. Say… You're pretty strong, could you just jump up and punch through the top floor like you busted in here?" Goku pointed at the ceiling. "I'd really love to fight every guy on this tower one by one but it would be a lot more fun if I knew the chief was okay."

"Don't be ridiculous." Chayote crossed her arms. "I'm here for parts of a robot that you, apparently, have just destroyed. I can't help it… I'll have to follow you around until you can repay the robot parts you owe me for my spaceship."

"Wha!? What do you mean owe you!?" Goku clutched his fist. "I never borrowed anything from you! What do you need a spaceship for anyway? Weren't you supposed to be training with old-timer?"

"That was useless, we're going home." Chayote shook her head.

"No way!" Goku took a fighting stance, reacting with a tad more vitriol to the news that Chayote had decided for him than the Saiyan initially thought. What kind of a Saiyan would not want to return to Planet Vegeta and serve the Frieza Army? Likely one that hit his head as a baby…

"Ughmmm…" somebody cleared their throat on the speaker. "In case you two want to fight it out, mind doing it outside my tower?"

"Who's that?" Chayote pointed at the speaker.

"That's some Commander White guy. He has the village chief. I need to get the chief back!" Goku declared.

Chayote extended her hand, a small Ki blast left her hand and blew a hole through the wall, letting a howling gust of the blizzard into the building and making Goku quiver in cold. "What did you do t-that for?" he whined out. "I left the c-coat S-Suno gave me d-down below…"

"Commander White. I have destroyed him." Chayote declared pointing at the smoking wreckage of the ceiling on which a megaphone speaker no longer hung.

"I don't think that's Commander White, he's just using it to speak." Goku shivered before beginning to dash towards the stairs to the next floor.

"Tsk. Should have said so… Fine, I'll follow you and see if there are more robots I can disassemble for parts here. If the headquarters I've destroyed are any indicator, they'll have a dozen of these Metallitrons lying around." Chayote nodded to herself and followed Goku to the next floor.