Our protagonists, after a long flight, arrive at the Trading Planet known as 'Bazaria'. Every single inch of land capable of hosting life is chock full of markets. There are cities dedicated to simply just one kind of Item. There are Food Cities, Collectible/Antique Cities, Tech Cities- You name it, they've got it, and in much higher quantity than anyone can purchase.
As the gang passes through a clothing district, Grap spots a bunch of Heran merchants.
"Authentic Heran Merchandise, 40,000 credits or less!" A male, blue skin merchant spoke, clad in purples and whites and blues, golden chains and trinkets adorning his lavish cloak. Grap glanced at the salesmen and bought into the temptation, purchasing a purple sleeveless vest. But that was not why they were here: They were here to stock up on rations.
They fly off to a market, paying for their fair share of rations, and went back to their pods
"That was probably one of the quickest in-and-out job we've had in days!" Bruse said, biting into a ration bar as he smiled at Grap, carrying his vest looking pleased with himself. Miruuk and Honhii were chatting about something in their native tongues, while Bruse and Grap were too lazy to turn on their scouters to eavesdrop They then set off into the cosmos to Cecil's Mother Ship to inform him in-person that their mission was a success.
3 Solar Days later
The gang arrives at Cecil's ship, being escorted through by Elite Class soldiers. They arrive in the commander's quarters and look to see him dressed in a fur robe, drinking a warm, opaque yellow drink next to, what appears to be, an open flame. He closes the book in his hand, turning to face the four soldiers. A warm smile runs along his face as he rests his mug on a table next to the fire and hovers over to the group in his seat.
"Have you successfully acquired the data on the Super Saiyan God?" Cecil asked with a pair of sharp glares in the direction of both Miruuk and Grap.
"Yes, sir, we even have footage of the creation of one." Miruuk grunts as he sends the video feed of the ritual through to Cecil's scouter, which he is most pleased with.
"Very good. Your next mission is on Planet Namek."
"W-w-w-w-w-what!? The pl-lanet that's been attack-king your empire!?" Honhii lets out, confused as to the meaning of this command.
"Yeah, I agree with the twitchy bastard on this, what the hell!? I lost my favorite bar thanks to those damn slugs!" Bruse growls, his voice occasionally raising its pitch.
"Well, you see, that's precisely why you four are going to quash a certain rebellion outpost. The Kazuu clan, composed of powerful warrior Namekians dead set on protecting their race's most prized possession: The Dragon Balls. They're said to grant 3 wishes when gathered, and if the Empire could use these tools for their further conquests, well-" He glances at the 2 foreigners, realizing the ending of his sentence may tip the pair off to the intentions of his higher-ups. "-Well, we'd be unstoppable."
"So... What you're tellin' me is... is that we're confronting the Rebels head on? Us? Are you serious?" Grap said, shocked that Cecil would even try to send them on this mission. He knew Cecil well, and he knew that he wasn't one to punish insubordination like this. He was a relatively nice guy.
"Well, you four had to have confronted a God head on without dying, so this should be a piece of cake." He giggles, then returns to his little relaxation zone. The group collectively sighs, turning and walking out the door.