Dragon Ball Z: Dynasty

Authors: Feraligreater328 and StevenBodner

Edited by: StevenBodner and SparkerLightning

A/N: And now, friends and neighbors, here's the end of this arc that was, believe it or not, only supposed to take a couple of months to fully write and publish. Holy shit... I'm bad at scheduling. I hope you enjoy and I hope you're prepared for some fun back on Earth next chapter!

Chapter 136: Brothers in Space

On the ruins of Planet M1...

Salza gasped in pain, immediately sitting up and hacking up a mouthful of reddish-gray mucus. He gurgled. "What ze hell?!"

Turles gave Salza a hard slap on the back. "You alive, buddy~?"

Salza snorted and spat a massive wad of phlegm. "I suppose... but how? Should I not be dead right now...?"

The Brenchian lifted his arm, seeing a rather large hypodermic needle sticking out of the vein in the crook of his right elbow. Turles smirked. "I have a lot of free time on my hands between adventures. I've reverse-engineered any and all Frieza Force med-tech I could find into stuff that's inherently better~"

The Saiyan scientist shrugged his shoulders. "There's only... a few minor side-effects~"

Salza yanked the needle from his arm and glared at it. Turles chuckled. "I call it Rad-Away. It's a specialized version of the healing chamber fluid adjusted to deal with radiation poison. You're out of the woods, though I'd still recommend consulting your personal physician..."

Salza snorted and spat again. "And ze side-effects?!"

Turles smirked. "You're going to be hacking up neutral phlegm for a bit. And your next four or five bowel movements are gonna suck."

Salza rolled his eyes. "Ah, I see, side-effects befitting an uncultured swine like-"

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Salza turned, getting into a kneeling stance and summoning two Sauzer Blades in defense. Turles waved him off. "Don't worry about that. He's been at that for nearly 30 minutes~"

Turles looked over and saw Slug, Zangya, Daiz, Angila, Lakasei, Raisen, Bonyu, and Miss Hisho all gathered around Bardock. The older brother was roaring as his Super Saiyan aura burst forth, all of his veins spider-webbing beneath his skin as he seemed to be trying to force something.

Most were watching with awe. Slug's arms were crossed in a judgmental way. Bardock screamed even louder. "RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

A single crackle of lightning sparked next to Bardock's temple, and then his power gave out with a thunderous burst. Bardock gasped and slapped his hand against his chest. "Shit. I... I can't do it again..."

Turles stood, both of his knees popping. "Oof. So, my little experiment with your blood...?"

Bardock shook his head. "Nah. No permanent effects. Told ya your science crap can't substitute for battle experience..."

Turles deflated. Bardock gave him a brotherly slap on the back. "But, hey, you allowed me to experience what it felt like... that power. Now, with enough practice and enough fighting... I can probably get there myself. So thanks, little brother."

Salza stood up as well. "You damn Saiyans. Always zinking of... is zat a severed head strapped to your back?"

Turles turned, flashing Hatchiyack's severed head strapped to his back. "Oh, yeah~! This is what we personally came here for. The jewel embedded into this Hatchiyack prick's head is going to help me with a lot of personal machinations~"

Salza rolled his eyes. "Ah, I see. So, you got what you wanted. Good for you..."

The Brenchian turned and started to hobble in the opposite direction. "... I hope I never have to deal wiz you fools again..."

As Salza began his trek back to his own crew, however, a firm hand suddenly clapped down onto his shoulder. He turned, looking annoyed, and came face-to-face with Bardock. Salza let loose a disgusted sigh. "What?"

Bardock smiled. "Nothing much. Just wanted to say, well..."

He extended his other hand, offering a handshake. "I've met a lot of Frieza Force scumbags in my life... but you certainly aren't one of them. I wanted to thank you. We... would have died for sure without you there. You and your men."

The Brenchian stared down at Bardock's hand, then past him at Turles and the others. Turles waved at him with a smile. Salza grunted. "I was happy to hear zat Frieza's planet of savage, killer apes had gone up in flames. But...I suppose I am glad zat you couple managed to escape it all. I bid you a fond, if annoyed, adieu."

Salza and Bardock shared a quick handshake, and then the Brenchian soldier leapt away to go rejoin his own. Once Salza was out of sight, Turles fell onto his butt. "Crap, I'm exhausted..."

Slug groaned. "Yeah..."

He turned and looked off to the side, seeing several massive bags sitting off to the side. His expression was grim as he recalled over-seeing what was left of their soldiers gather up the remains from the rubble. Slug closed his eyes. "It's going to be a lot of work yet to come to sort and identify... but I think we got everyone..."

Bardock looked at the severed head on Turles' back. "So, what are you going to do with that head once you pry the gem out?"

Turles shrugged. "I dunno. Hatchiyack was an angry monster, but it was a fully synthetic being capable of advanced empathetic connection. The Tuffles might have given up on all other life in the universe for hatred and revenge, but I think I might be able to pull something good out of all of this..."

Bardock rolled his eyes. "I'd love to see that..."

Over with the Armored Squadron's ship...

Salza fell to his knees, his hands pressed tightly over his face. "Oh, zank God. Zank God..."

The remaining medics from his ship's crew were all gathered around. The lead medic wiped sweat from his brow. "Our systems were quite damaged, but we managed to salvage just enough..."

He gestured broadly to the two medical examination tables, one containing Dore and the other containing Neiz' shell. "...to save Commander Dore and Commander Neiz. Now the question is just how to get them off planet for proper treatment..."

Salza nodded. "Indeed. Luckily, I zought ahead on zat. Our rescue should be arriving any..."

Suddenly, the entire area was blanketed in a massive shadow. Salza looked up to the sky. "...moment."

Over with the Demon Crushers...

Turles stared up into the sky, his remaining eye wide and bugged. "Oh shit. OH SHIT!"

Bardock glared up at the rapidly descending ship from above, his Super Saiyan aura flaring. "What the hell is that?! Do we have another fight on our hands, or what?!"

Turles leapt to his feet. "Nope! Not a chance! I'm crazy, but I'm not stupid! We're grabbing the corpses, getting on the Planet Cruiser, and pissing off! I'm not dealing with Cooler's Number 2! At least not today!"

Turles jabbed his finger toward the Planet Cruiser. "HUSTLE, MEN! FULL-RETREAT!"

Over with the Armored Squadron's ship...

The massive ship belonging to Cooler's second-in-command hovered over the ruined rubble of Dr. Gete's former lab, blocking out all of the light and reducing the gleaming shine on the surface of the Big Gete Star to a dull sheen. The heat exhaust from the ship's massive engines blew up a cloud of dust as it made its final anchor in the sky above. The rest of Salza's crew covered their faces from the sudden, blinding storm. Salza stared straight ahead, rolling his eyes. Salza watched as four familiar forms landed in the dust with a metallic clunk. An aggressive hip-hop beat began to play. Salza groaned. "Here he comes..."

ALL: "HERE COMES THE GENERAL~!"

Natt: "Ladies and gentlemen~"

ALL: "HERE COMES THE GENERAL~!"

Bizu: "The moment you've been waiting for~"

ALL: "HERE COMES THE GENERAL~!"

Ribet: "A man among men~"

ALL: "HERE COMES THE GENERAL~!"

Nezi: "GENERAL RILLDO~!"

The aggressive, rhythmic hip-hop beat continued as General Rilldo marched between is artfully gesticulating, robotic minions. He was a tall man and powerfully built man with teal skin and pointed ears, glad in enamel yellow and silver armor with a pair of black, reflective sunglasses banded over his eyes. Rilldo sighed and shook his head. "Sigma Force! Stand down!"

The four robots halted with a gear-grinding clank. Commander Nezi, the tall red one, cried out. "But we are merely singing your praises, General!"

Rilldo nodded. "Indeed, and I would allow such frivolity if we were on less of a time crunch. Get to work!"

Without complaint, the four robots leapt into action. The bottom of Rilldo's ship split open and each of the Sigma Force grabbed a towing cable. The largest one, Bizu, grabbed two. The four of them descended onto the Big Gete Star and began to secure the cables to it.

While they did that, Rilldo marched up next to Salza and crossed his arms. "So, this is the Big Gete Star then?"

Salza nodded. "Indeed. Lord Cooler's ambition..."

A long, awkward silence. Rilldo wasn't the most talkative person in the universe. Salza had no idea how to speak to the man. He cleared his throat. "Um, pardon my asking... but does your Sigma Force not normally have five members?"

Rilldo nodded. "It does. But I have sent out T-2005 on a separate matter, so I am down a reliable hand for the time being..."

Salza pressed his hands to his hips. "I see..."

Four robotic cries echoed out as the Sigma Force were all sent flying. Thought slightly damaged, the robots quickly healed their wounds and went into battle stances. The Big Gete Star, it seemed, had a will all its own. The amorphous blob of metal arose from the crater with a howl and lunged at the group.

Salza's crew panicked. The Sigma Force primed their built-in weapons. Even Salza summoned a Sauzer Blade. But then, by merely raising his hand, Rilldo made the machine stop in its tracks. The howling continued for a moment after, but even that was cut off with a clinical edge. Rilldo murmured. "A combative thing, isn't it?"

And then, with a clench of his fist, the Big Gete Star rapidly began to shrink. The mass of the thing became smaller and smaller. A boulder, a rock, a bowling ball, a basketball, a tennis ball, a baseball, a golf ball, and then...

...a single computer chip clattered into Rilldo's hand. He harmlessly dropped it to the ground and watching as the sheer weight and mass of the object made the ground shatter for miles around them. Then he reached down and picked it up again, depositing it into the pocket of his vest. "Retrieval complete. Sigma Force, use those tow cables on Salza's ship instead. And then assist his crew in boarding ours. Make sure Dore and Neiz are placed into the best healing chambers we have."

The Sigma Force sounded off. "YES, GENERAL RILLDO!"

And then then swarmed onto their newly assigned task. Rilldo nodded. "Now then..."

At that same moment, the Planet Cruiser lifted up into the air, pointing towards the upper atmosphere as the interstellar engines on the back began to warm up. Rilldo, annoyed, raised his hand and began to charge a blast in his palm. But then, to the general's surprise, Salza put himself in the way. He cocked his head. "Salza?"

Salza glared at him fiercly. "Punish me if you must, General, but I cannot allow you to simply kill zose fools today. I detest zem, but zey are ze reason I am alive here and now. My honor would never allow me to simply watch zem die!"

The Sigma Force had stopped their work, ready to pounce upon and restrain Salza if given the command. But instead, Rilldo simply sighed. With a squeeze of his fist, he quashed the blast. "Very well. I suppose if would do us no good to exterminate vermin, given the time crunch we're on..."

Salza dropped back to the ground, cocking his head and crossing his arms over his bare, blue chest. "Time crunch, sir?"

Rilldo nodded. "Indeed. We must hurry back. Lord Cooler has summoned us to a special dinner and it would be rude to keep him waiting, wouldn't you say?"

Salza flinched. "Dinner?! But wasn't Lord Cooler on a special mission to the Norz Galaxy?!"

Rilldo nodded again. "He was. And that mission is now over. He had returned from the enemy North...with a new cohort in tow. Our little inner circle has gained a new man."

Salza was stunned. "Really?!"

General Rilldo nodded. "Indeed. And a truly special man at that..."

Days later, at the ruins of Dr. Wheelo's sanctum...

The few scavengers on Planet M1, all former employees of the Tuffle Academy of Science that opted out of going along with the Cooler Force, were digging through the scraps that were left behind on the now dead planet in desperate hope they would be able to formulate a method of escape.

They had managed to come together and were pleased to find that they were only a few scant parts away from a fully-formed rocket ship. Just a bit longer and they could kiss this hellish, broken planet goodbye forever. As one of them dug, however, something came into view. Something that would do them no good in their quest to build a ship, but something that glittered in his eyes like treasure from a long-lost shipwreck.

It was Dr. Kochin's ornate, golden cane.

The former worker stared in awe at the trinket, always having observed Dr. Kochin in envy. He had always wanted this bauble for himself. Always. He chuckled. "And it's not like that dead, old codger is using it these days~"

He reached out to touch the cane, only for a rock to suddenly crack into the side of his head. He glared at the thrower, one of his fellow former workers, and scowled. "What the hell?!"

The other man sneered. "Quit gawking at that stupid, decorative toy. It isn't going to help in building the ship, so it isn't worth anything!"

The greedy former work snapped. "How can you say it's not worth anything?! Look at how it glitters in the sun! Imagine how much that much Blue Aurum would be worth on another world's market!"

The other worker rolled his eyes. "Worthless! Now get moving!"

The greedy worker sneered. "You're a fool!"

"Indeed, I resent that as well~"

The other worker turned. "Eh?"

At that same moment, his greedy comrade came shooting past him trapped in a massive arc of electricity. The greedy one splattered against a rock in the distance, falling to the ground in a dead, smoldering heap. The other worker was horrified. "Wha-Wha-Wha...!?"

And then the cane bent. Not like wood or metal should, but more like a snake. The seemingly inanimate object hypnotically bobbed to-and-fro like some form of living creature, and then it began to expand. From the handle of the cane grew a face and two arms, each ending in a short, flapping tendril. The wooden shaft of the cane quickly melded into the creature's head, forming a long, brown and gold protrusion from the back of its skull. The granite grey tip at the bottom of the cane stretched, expanded, and divided into a pair of legs.

This new monster landed with a soft double thump of its feet and then opened its blistering, red eyes. "Oh, good...a volunteer~"

And then, without a word, the monster stretched a tendril out with a sickening crack and stabbed the other worker through the chest. The worker's face drained of color and he dropped the metal scrap he was carrying on his shoulder, his eyes going blank and white. The monster ripped its finger from the man's chest and his body fell to the ground in a cold, lifeless heap.

The reptilian beast held its tendril up and admired what was stuck of its tip, a fluffy fight cloud radiating with life energy. And then, with another whip-cracking snap of its finger, the monster thrust the cloudy white orb into the nearby husk of a Cyclopean Guard.

Slowly, the metallic hulk's systems whirred to life and, jerking around fearfully, it looked down at itself. "Wh-What happened?! Where am I?! S-So cold! No... not cold...it's...it's nothing. No feeling. Nothing! SOMEONE! ANYONE! HELP!"

The monster spoke with a chuckle in its voice. "So, yet more of you remain on this planet of mine~?"

The newly-minted Cyclopean Guard ignored his tormentor. "HELP! SOMEONE! ANYONE! PLEASE, PLEASE HEL-"

The monster seethed. "Silence, doll!"

And then, the Cyclopean Guard fell silent. The monster spoke. "Stand."

The Cyclopean Guard stood. Then the monster spoke again. "Now, go gather your friends. I'd like at least ten followers, if not more~"

As his new robot minion tromped off, headed towards its unsuspecting former friends, the beast stroked his chin. "Hm. A shame. I liked the Tuffles. Good toys, the lot of them. My beloved, Tuffle dolls. I spent years brainwashing them, implanting memories to my liking..."

The beast opened his mouth and then, with a choking rasp, he coughed up a blood-red orb with six shining black stars floating within it. The orb glowed in his wrapped tendril... and he cackled as the screams of fear and agony began in the distance. "Oh well~ So the Tuffles are dead, so the Kochin puppet is dead, and so my beloved M1 is dead! SO, WHAT?!"

He cackled with psychotic glee, practically dancing towards the fruitless pleas of mercy from his soon-to-be robotic slaves. His soon-to-be dolls. He skipped a merry skip, holding up his glowing prize. "Oh my, oh my, oh good-golly-gee, oh my~! What is the great Mutchy to do next~?"

~~ MUTCHY – THE FIVE BLACK WIZARDS – WIELDER OF THE SIX-STAR DARK DRAGON BALL ~~

Weeks later...

The Planet Cruiser sat motionless, docked and festooned with what Slug would have easily described as tacky bullshit. On the port side, Bardock was leaning against the railing and looking at the little spaceport they had been using as their base for the past few days.

Now they were ready to leave, but Turles told them he had one thing left to before they left and had vanished shortly after decorating the ship with pearl white ribbon with gold trim. It had already been two hours and Bardock sighed. "Where is he...?"

They had done all of the funerals while they were here, sorting through the several bags of their former allies and making sure each one made it into its own coffin before launching them all into the nearby star for this system. Turles sobbed devastated sobs for Cacao and Amond. Slug sat in bitter silent as farewells were bid to Zeeun, then Medamatcha, and then finally Wings. They had even finished inscribing the names of the fallen onto Turles' own personal Wall of Remembrance.

The lower ranks had already swelled back to near previous size. They had done a massive hiring spree and made sure of that. But as Bardock turned and glanced back at Angila, Daiz, Lakasei, and Raisen, he knew that things still felt empty. Slug sat nearby in his throne, Gyoshu and Kakuja working tireless to tend to his injuries. The trip through the healing tank had done surprisingly little on the aged Namekian.

Bardock looked to the last of Slug's living children and sighed. "Yo, Angila..."

Angila lifted his head. Bardock struggled to find the words. "Y-You good...?"

Angila sneered and then closed his eyes. "Less than a century ago, I was a proud brother of five. I was the eldest brother. The eldest of Lord Slug's last generation of offspring... now I'm no longer a brother at all. No. I'm not... good."

Bardock looked over and considered asking Daiz, Lakasei, and Raisen a similar question in regard to the loss of Amond and Cacao, but he quickly backed down expecting a similar answer. Daiz, especially, looked horrified as he shoved Amond off of the side of the ship, watching unblinking as his friend went hurtling into the Sun. Daiz spoke up, for just a moment. "...I lost one of the first and only people ever to like me for who I was and not what I was. I'm sorry for your loss, Angila..."

Angila nodded. "Likewise..."

Slug groaned. "It's the nature of life, we're born... we die... we..."

The Namekian trailed off, his voice lacking any real depth. He seemed more tired and more aged than he ever had before, his wrinkles looking deeper and his eyes faded. And all of his Namekian features from his antennae to his arms were once again firmly covered and hidden away. Bardock began to speak again, but then Bonyu backflipped onto the deck of the ship.

"Hellooooooooooooo~"

Bonyu did a spin and opened her eyes, revealing them to be fully healed and sparkling bright. The Brenchian looked to be quite happy, splaying her hand out for the rest of the crew to see. Around her ring finger was a glittering, golden ring. A wedding band. "Bow down, cretins, and worship the new matron of this ship~!"

This seemed to rouse everyone just a bit. Bardock cocked his head. "A wedding ring? Married...?"

His eyes went wide and he flinched back. "YOU AND TURLES ARE MARRIED?!"

Bonyu snickered. "Sorta~"

And then, Miss Hisho climbed up the side of the ship. She carefully planet both feet onto the deck and her heels clicked as she walked up next to Bonyu, laying a head onto her comrade's shoulder and holding up a wedding band of her own. Her face was serene. A bead of sweat dripped down Bardock's face. "Y-You and Bonyu got married...?"

Hisho chuckled. "Sorta~"

Then Zangya leapt onto the deck, walking on the other side of Bonyu and leaning on her, placing her arm onto the Brenchian's shoulder and displaying a wedding ring. Bardock was stunned. "All... All three of you?"

Zangya smirked. "Getting warmer~"

And then, finally, Turles landed both feet onto the deck and walked up behind all three, wrapping his arms around them and poking his head between Zangya and Bonyu's. He had a warm, loving smile on his face... and three golden bands bolted onto the ring finger of his prosthetic. "Okay, fellas! Let's set sail to the next adventure! I'm ready to go~!"

The gears in Bardock's head slowly turned, and then he spoke. "You... married three people?"

Turles nodded. "Yeah~! I couldn't just marry one of them! I love all three equally~"

Turles squeezed the three of them harder and Bonyu, Hisho, and Zangya all blushed. Especially Zangya. Bardock was silent for a moment longer, then he sighed and chuckled. "Only a sappy, little dork like you could think of something like that. I can't wait to see Gine's face~"

Turles' smile beamed. "Same~"

Finally, as Turles' ridiculous nature settled over the ship, everyone on deck couldn't help but laugh. Even Angila and Slug managed a hearty chuckle. Turles sighed and stretched his shoulders. "Now, for real, everyone into the mess hall! We need to discuss what happens from here!"

Turles marched forward, his newly minted wives following, and everyone else following behind that. Angila went to stand up and found Daiz offering his hands. He thankfully took it. Daiz spoke a tad awkwardly. "Look... I know this might be too soon and crap. But, uh... if you need a brother, I... I, uh..."

Angila clapped a hand down onto Daiz's shoulder, cutting him off. "...I would like that."

And then the two of them followed the rest, eager to see what Turles was cooking up next.

On Planet Cooler (formerly Planet Cold)…

Salza, Dore, Neiz, and General Rilldo all bowed in sequence as the chamber doors opened and Cooler came marching into the room. The successor to the Planet Trade Organization greeted his favorite minions warmly, using his telekinesis to lift several wine glasses and an appropriate vintage.

Surprisingly humbly, he poured five glasses and guided one to each of his men. They all took them with a thankful nod. Cooler spoke with a smile in his voice. "Gentlemen! Today is a momentous occasion. Today, we welcome a new member into our ranks. And not just our ranks, but our inner circle~"

Cooler motioned toward the entrance of the room. "Come, friend! Come and meet your new comrades!"

Salza, Dore, Neiz, and Rilldo all looked toward the door and each responded with a different level of confusion. The all looked down as he approached. Cooler poured a sixth glass of wine and guided it down to him. "I know that looks make the first impression, but believe me when I say that this is a kindred spirit..."

Cooler raised his glass. "Now, before we enjoy a sumptuous feast, we make a toast to our new ally. To the continued success of the Cooler Force. And to universal peace. Cheers!"

The General and the Armored Squadron all raised their glasses alongside their master. And then, a small green hand reached up to join them.

Back on the Planet Cruiser...

Turles concluded. "In summation, everyone, we will now be ceasing any further bellbottom jean counterfeiting operations because the Galactic Patrol is now connecting the fires back to us and we don't need that heat!"

Then the scientist turned. "Now, for our final two points of discussion. First..."

Turles held up a flask of crystal clear, semi-luminescent water. He smiled wide. "Thanks to the Revenger Crystal, I was able to remove those blasted impurities from the Sacred Kaio-Water! Now the Tree of Might project and continue on to its next and even greater step!"

Zangya cleared her throat and glared at her new husband. Turles scratched the back of his head. "S-Sorry, babe... I didn't mean it like that..."

Bardock rolled his eyes with a smirk. "You put your foot in your mouth even more easily than Kakarot does..."

Turles cleared his throat. "Anyway, let's discuss the last bit of why we're all here. Our next big project."

Everyone stared at Turles with rapt attention. Bardock looked confused. "Hold on, I thought we were heading to Earth. That was the deal, right?"

Turles nodded. "Yeah. And trust me, bro, I would love to go to Earth and meet my long-lost family as much as the next guy. But... we have a problem..."

Bardock cocked his head. Turles clicked a button on his remote and the slideshow behind him shifted to a rather familiar image to Bardock. It was the same stylized image of a letter "M" from his vision so long ago. Bardock gasped. Turles nodded. "I found this symbol on a metal door in a bucket of scrap while I was fighting that Kochin cretin. I took a picture of it before my prosthetic eye was destroyed and burned it onto the RAM chip wedged into my optic nerve."

Hisho shuddered. "You have a RAM chip stuck into your brain?!"

Turles nodded. "Yup. Hurt like hell. Gave myself brain damage."

Lord Slug roughly sighed and rubbed his hand over his face. Turles continued. "Anyhow, I cross-referenced this image through what I could salvage of the M1 computer network. I found a few broken files and managed to piece together a partial story. Everyone ready?"

No one objected. Turles clicked to the next slide. It was a digital invoice. "This door was very recently ordered to be tooled and fashioned for a ship meant to facilitate intergalactic travel. A ship at least five times bigger than the Planet Cruiser!"

Turles turned to Bardock. Bardock was thoughtfully stroking his chin. His eyes hardened. "Continue. What did you find?"

The younger brother smiled and clicked over to the image of a sneering, noseless man with lime green eyes and an elongated skull. "I found a single name in relation to this project. A former high-ranking general in the Zoonian Armed Forces. General Chichinpuipui... or just Pui Pui to those close or intimate with him. He and his entire rank-and-file just went AWOL one day... 10,000 soldiers deserted over night with no warning, rhyme, or reason. Gone without a trace..."

Turles clicked to the final slide, this one showing a set of coordinates requested to be programmed into the new, massive ship. "These coordinates don't mean much to a layman, but I mapped them out. Care to guess where they go, anyone?"

Everyone was quiet. Zangya eventually spoke. "I recognize those settings from back when I was part of the Galaxy Soldiers. Those lead..."

Bardock glared. "... to the Northern Galaxy, right?"

Turles nodded. "Bingo!"

Another long silence. Turles cocked his head. "So, Bardock...?"

Bardock let loose a sigh that sounded more like a growl. "Gine can wait a bit longer. Let's go find out what the hell this is all about."

Turles shut off the display behind him. "Very well. Let's go find Pui Pui and rough him up a bit~"

As everyone else in the ship began to cheer Turles on and discuss their now future plans, Bardock closed his eyes. He thought of his family, his friends, and his new home on Planet Earth. Bardock pictured his wife's smiling face. And then, he gripped his fists tight and tightened his headband behind his head. "I'll see you soon, Gine... I promise I'll see you soon..."

Shortly after Bardock's affirmation, the Planet Cruiser detached from the drydock and blasted off to the stars once more, heading towards its new target in the North Galaxy!