"Now entering: Planet Sando…" the ship's interface alerted its sole passenger waking her up from her meditation training. The vessel had gotten good at its arcing trajectory that placed tremendous stress on certain areas of the ship and didn't seem practical though it was quite comfortable for not crashing into the planet's surface and having the spaceship usable for traveling once it had arrived.

It took a few focused breaths to filter out the raging storms up above, the howls of the rabid whirlwinds and the whips of thunder so intense that they've have consumed the whole spaceship if Chayote was unlucky enough to get hit by it. The Saiyan slipped on the breathing apparatus that came on as a cover of her lower face, connected to a perpetual oxygen source on the back that was recycled through a pair of tubes that extended past her lower face like gill-marks.

The amplifier seemed like a fickle device, it went around her temple, attached to one's ears, and appeared similar to a hearing aid except for the fact that it was a lot spikier and much thinner. There were a lot of bogus idiots back on Earth that claimed to be able to sense whatever on Earth they wanted to sense with thin metal rods just like these ones though Chayote felt confident that they'd work. Even up where she was she was getting static which didn't feud with what her Ki sensing prowess was telling her.

The Saiyan plunged down and submerged a few hundred meters, driving herself through the planet-wide ocean like a drill to the abyss. Her sensory served her just fine down there so there was no need to see anything and if she did need to take a gander at something, Chayote could have always manifested some natural light from her aura or by forming a Ki blast.

The amplifier rods buzzed like crazy. A pressure blast his Chayote dead-on, freezing her in her tracks and flinching her for just a second. The following barrage of pressure blasts bounced off of a Kiai wall that Chayote had erected around her. She was capable of telepathy from her time down on Earth so if these creatures did interact telepathically, she should have been able to pick something up, though their frequencies must have been different from those of a skilled Ki user which was why Chayote needed the amplifier in the first place.

"Foreigner, your efforts are in vain!"

"Alien, you should have never disembarked to this establishment!"

"Interloper, your lowly self is staking on ventures that are not a subject of your supervision!"

The Sandoans didn't strike Chayote as diverse race, despite their odd eloquence, though they did seem to be somewhat intelligent to be able to plan out and synchronize their attacks like this as well as craft some of the most well-spoken warnings to leave their home turf alone. The Saiyan tried to respond, she evaded a few hi-speed diving tackles and closed her eyes to soothe her attackers.

"I'm not looking to cause harm. I've come here to train," Chayote sent out an amplified telepathic signal. It felt a bit weird having the tingling sensation of the humming amplifier rods responding to her own intense thoughts in a way that made the device vibrate even under the immense abyssal pressure down there.

"Train? We are of the substantial and you are of the impuissant!"

"Train? What is it that one of superlative sophistication and potentiality can inculcate a primordial whelp such as yourself?"

"Train? The only education that the domicile of the deep can illuminate for you is that of your ruination!"

Something felt off, there was no way these guys could have worked as a functional society. It felt like all of them were dazed or tipsy or something. They all spoke at once, not only that, they all raised and lowered their power levels at once, almost as if they worked under some sort of hive mind.

Chayote looked down at a point hundreds of thousands of miles below her. The place where she could feel the immense power level from during her first visit, the place she had shut off her consciousness from earlier so that the power level stopped frightening her and helped her focus on the task at hand, which, at the time, was to survive the onslaught of the locals.

"Disappear!"

"Withdraw now!"

"Elope yourself and misrecollect this quarter forevermore!"

"Oh, I see how it is now…" Chayote smirked, never dropping her attention from the point in the deep she couldn't see even if she doubled the depth she was in right now. "You're controlling them like your drones, aren't you? I don't even care, honestly, I just want to learn some of your planets tricks. You see, I sometimes get pretty mad and…"

Whatever the deep entity residing in the core of Planet Sando was about, it did not include the virtue of patience. It only made Chayote feel a tad better about herself, given that it was something she herself still failed to learn. The Sandoans flooded her like bees, surrounding her in a moshpit and smacking at her, biting and trying to ravage her flesh with their jaws.

No army fought like this, they weren't a good team, they weren't an oiled fighting machine, all of the Sandoans quite literally fought as one being. The vanguard rushed her, wrapped around her, and used their vast tails as blocks for her movement, mere obstacles that could have flattened boulders. Others yet utilized the openings that the vanguard left them to dig their chompers into Chayote's flesh, bite and rip, race away when the flesh didn't tear. The furthest ones sent pressure waves, intensifying the pressure of the oceans around Chayote thousandfold. It was a power of gravity that could have held an entire planet together.

They were all so weak yet so adamant about making a difference, for all the mean things they called Chayote, they were the real obstacles, the real interlopers between her dealing with her temper issues and having a safe and peaceful life on Earth. They were the true intruders and they were the ones that were pissing Chayote off by staying resolute about standing in her way.

Snaps followed by bursts of rising bubbles distracted Chayote, she noticed a whole platoon of Sandoans losing their armored scales that covered them and leaving stringy bits of white flesh exposed in the open – there was some sweltering heat coming off of Chayote in her pride over her enemy, her anger and desire to utterly dominate it and bend it, break it so that it stayed out of her way. Yet none of the brainwashed Sandoans appeared to care too much, all they did was continue on their offensive, brushing off their own boiling flesh until they began surfacing belly-up by the dozens.

"You need them, don't you!?" Chayote roared out, letting the heat out, letting it all pulse from her until she sunk the entire fragment of the planet-wide ocean in rabid bubbles of heat looking for the quickest escape, potent enough to wash the assailants off of her with its rush toward the surface. By the time that they returned to seek for their interloper, Chayote was already gone.

It was impossible to tell day from night down in the deep. Chayote didn't even dream about surfacing to her spaceship for rest. Every time she needed food, she emerged from the safety of the complex and abandoned seaweed structures and submitted herself to the hive assault of the Sandoans, fighting them off and escaping with a few corpses to survive from. She kept moving the location of her spaceship around the planet's surface so that the guy deep down below couldn't track its location. Unlike Chayote and the Sandoans, it was entirely mechanical meaning that it had no mind to bend to its will or even track.

From what Chayote could take, the guy in the deep was aware of everything that his drones were aware of. She at least assumed that it was a him, whenever she heard the telepathic warnings and demands for her "accelerated bereavement", it sounded more masculine than feminine, though it sounded pissed off and malicious more than anything else.

She came to enjoy the training from the harsh and dark survival conditions that she got. She could observe the Sandoans making their pressure waves though, from what they felt like when they made it, they couldn't have been anything fancier than mere telekinesis combined with the ordinary offensive Kiai blast. While she lacked the talent for the first, she could do the second without much issue already. The novelty of being chased around a hive mind of fish people was beginning to wear on Chayote though. She wasn't quite sure how many days had passed when that became the case.

The weirdest part was that all of this time she's had not a single complex thought, her routine of the unwelcome stay on Planet Sando had become a labor of instinct alone. At times Chayote snapped back to reality, having realized that she had spent entire hours just surviving, hiding, staring at blank points in the abyssal darkness and resting without any bodily or spiritual input whatsoever, even fighting off the drones. At this point, she had outrun them so many times, used the bubble shuffle of the Hot-Red Mode so many times, that it had become a triviality.

Just how much time had she wasted on this useless labor?

A supermassive, golden expansion of aura swallowed up what might have been conceived as a building by whoever had sculpted it from seaweed and minerals. The golden orb took a deep plunge though its radiance did not escape the attention of the drones that served a deeper master. Despite their persistence, the Sandoan drones could not touch the Saiyan woman inside the golden nova of Ki, taking an infuriated plunge to the planet's master until she let her radiance fizzle out and stay as a bubble of Ki around her to shield her from the immense gravitational press from within the deepest abyss of Planet Sando.

"Even a primordial guppy, a joke seeded by evolution's cruel whims knows not to gaze upon the form of the Deep One," the telepathic signal was so mighty that Chayote could hear it whispering without any need for telepathic soaking of the signals.

"You're pretty puny though. I needed a receiver to hear your signals, it's only because those lackeys of your are so dim-witted that you're able to have them dance for you anyway…" Chayote taunted the abyssal beast.

"Offense at the expense of briny upbringer!? Inconceivable! My supreme transcendence shall reduce your interloping worthlessness to nihility!" the whispers were beginning to annoy Chayote, she needed no gadget to tell that her blood pressure was beginning to rise.

"I can sense your power level, you're stronger than me but not by that much. Plus, I've still got tricks to increase my power level further, Hot-Red Mode, this newest technique that I've come up with. You're nothing more than a squid playing a core of a planet. I might not be able to beat you, what with all of your fancy telepathy and such, but I can make sure you've got no planet around you to act high and mighty in," Chayote crossed her arms over her chest. She then extended them sideways, demonstrating her newly developed technique – the sphere of protective Ki that approached the size of a planetoid and exposed the mixture of chitin and steel, flesh and cybernetic implants, and an immeasurable number of eyes littered across a body to massive for Chayote to comprehend. She was not scared to look at it, she didn't care much if she was just staring at the creature's head or its one limb or whatever, if it wanted so bad to identify as a planet – she felt damn sure of the fact she could obliterate said planet.

"Bide your time and linger on your destructive tendencies, underdeveloped ignoramus. It took me more time than what your encephalon can wrap around to ensure this method of existence and beneficial servitude. It is a complex and fruitless undertaking to explain the difficulty in the development of a species to a simpleton that's a mere cog in their own category, you've stated your ambition to be guidance? Cultivation of your competence?"

"So… You've basically developed the Sandoans then?" Chayote pressed her finger to her lips. "I thought they were just really stupid and you took over them like a space-emperor or something. I've had a mean streak of running into a bunch of those…"

"My plain of existence is the space-time itself. I can ordinate the fundamental forces to make, eradicate, and transform matter. I've come to enjoy this domicile of water and the drones in my control, serving my needs…"

Chayote felt a potent telekinetic wrap around her though she had spent more than enough time training with Chiaotzu to know the theoretical part of breaking out of telekinetic binds so, while the strength was many times higher than that of the ghoulish Earthling, the matter was fundamentally the same.

"We occur to be obstacles to each other, it seems… You do seem legitimate in your capability to expunge my facility of habitation, state the terms of your parlay, I might just accommodate them for symbiotic coexistence for the duration of your unfortunate stopover." The Deep One seemed quite displeased by his failure to break or subjugate Chayote.

"Hmmm… I wonder what those drones of yours are like when you let go of them, I mean they have to have a mind of their own for you to control it…" Chayote pondered.

"Your proposition is that I emancipate a spattering of my dependents for your amusement? I am a witness of the phenomenon that while the scales of our existence could not be more divergent, we partake in analogous merrymakings," the Deep One spoke with a blunt tone, for the first time lacking the irritation that Chayote usually brought about.

"Ugh… You're making my head hurt and it's not from the damned telepathy. It would be a healthy change to train with something that doesn't feel like it's their duty to speak pretentiously all the time. Plus, I did remove the Ultimate Dragon Ball from your planet back then, it would have invited a whole bunch of unwanted attention from all sorts of bad guys, you know. You kind of owe me for that one too…" Chayote waggled her finger in front of the Deep One.

"I am not certain that you apprehend the denotation of the morpheme of "pretentious" since for one to possess the quality of pretention, they must not be endowed by the property they articulate of. But, alas, I will accommodate you in Planet Sando by liberating a few grovels to engross and gladden you with their elementariness," the Deep One's immeasurable number of skyscraper-wide eyes gleamed in the dark, lighting up the distance vaster than Chayote's own gazers could reach.

"Thanks, space-squid, you're a real treat!" Chayote gestured with her fingers by her temple before rocketing up towards the surface to meet the liberated group of Sandoans.

"Alien…" the thought lit up on the amplifier albeit very faintly. For a second Chayote feared betrayal from the side of the sleeping leviathan which would have forced her to plunge back down and kick its ass as well as she could, though there was a self-evident simplicity now to the way that the fish-people of Sando spoke now.

"Training?" another one asked. It was a welcome change of pace to not have to deal with the grandiloquence and dryness of the supermassive space-squid in the core of the planet, so massive that it managed to use its own gravitational field to keep the water it manifested in place.

"Sure thing…" Chayote smirked and took an underwater fighting stance. Training so far deep must have tempered her body as every hit she threw came out a dozen times slower and every moment felt like the water itself was punching at her from all directions at once. Plus, if the cosmic fish-man was capable of manifesting everything that Planet Sando was to keep it in the globular shape of a planet, it must have been able to manifest aquatic Ki.

One thing polished the immature stone that was Chayote's thoughts now – water seemed like pretty much the next thing to serenity. If she studied and observed the space-calamari long enough, she was certain to pick up its tricks of the trade, or, at least, understand the way in which it thought. If she understood the emotions necessary for the Tranquil-Blue Mode, or whatever the Earthlings would come to call it once they saw it, she'd calm down for once and be able to go back to Earth.

It was the most peculiar thing to see the Sandoans move. They were beings created by someone else, guided by their will and now set free yet they lacked even the fundamental self-awareness to recognize how peculiar their existence was. They were free yet they still chose to think about absolutely nothing. In that nothingness though, there was brilliant freedom of thought. Without the guidance of the Deep One, the Sandoans were green in the art of martial arts, though they would learn in time. The best part was – Chayote could surface for good now, eat and sleep back in her vessel without worrying about the Deep One hunting her.

Seeing the momentous improvement that the empty minds displayed by soaking up Chayote's martial arts upon first sight, like sponges, staring at awe at the liberated minds of the Sandoans and how they managed to move without a thought in their mind, the Saiyan realized that she might just like spending some time down here. Ironically enough, Planet Sando, which was nothing but seaweed and limitless oceans, proved to have the most valuable things to keep Chayote down there for a long time to come…