The fleet was in its sleep cycle, lights deactivated, as quiet as the empty space it floated in, so though it was only a quiet beeping that sounded, it seemed disturbing and loud to the Arlian's quivering antennae. Sepis slowly opened his bulgy, glowing red eyes as the noised persisted, rolling over to glare at the computer display on his bedroom wall. What could be so important that the computer would bother him about it during his sleep cycle? The beeping fluttered as it registered his alertness and transformed into the flashing red word 'alert' and the computer's gentle, feminine voice.

"Target located. Target located. Target located. Target located…"

"A target?" He planted his hardened toes on the floor, tossing his cloak over his shoulders. "So my probes finally located another one. Excellent." His antennae rose. "Computer, identify."

The screen shifted to a photograph along with several lines of text. Sepis's breathing froze in his chest, his digits clutching each other. "Target designation: Priority 1. Requesting immediate justice. Requesting immediate justice."

He stood, drawing slowly closer to the screen, as if the figure depicted in it might leap out and attack him. "At long last…we have found you! At long last!" Not wasting a moment longer, Sepis darted out of his room, skidding across the floor as he charged down the corridor. "Computer! Locate Nevrrest!"

The computer spoke again through the corridor speakers, projecting an image before him as he ran. "Justiciar Nevrrest location: training room 6."

He puffed through his spiracles as he ran. He wasn't the athletic sort, but right now he felt like he could outrun a yamamite! His heart pounded as he drew closer to the training room where his old friend could be found. Glorious day! He could hardly believe this day had finally come, the day had both been dreaming of for so long, the dream that had made this entire fleet possible. The training room's door was sealed, but he hit the override and bolted in, sliding to a stop.

Inside, a Blecha female of brilliant plumage struck viciously through a field of training probes and obstacles with her fists. Her thick feathered and scaled tail whipped around, shattering one of the attack bots, a shrieking cry escaping her beaked mouth. Sepis stood behind the yellow line watching her, amazed as always by her speed and concentration.

"Nevrrest!" he called to her, panting, "Apologies for disturbing you!"

Nevrrest paused as she floated in the air and held up a finger. A light glowed from it and the rest of the probes all at once exploded, clattering in pieces on the ground. "Apology not necessary, Sepis," she assured, her voice a cross between a song and the purr of a cat, "I can feel you trembling from here. What troubles you, old friend?"

Sepis braced himself against his knees for a moment, catching breath, before crossing the training floor to her. "It is a day of celebration, friend Nevrrest. My probes located another target. Nevrrest…it's him."

A ripple of emotion passed through her silky plumage and she slowly floated to the ground, her talons fiercely gripping the floor. She turned to look at him sharply, her brow lowered as usual. "Truly?"

He nodded. "Yes. Ninety-five percent visual confirmation."

Her tropically colored feathers flattened, crossing her arms. "Show me, Sepis," she said softly, "Show me."

He led the towering Blecha back to his room, pointing a digit at the still showing readouts on the screen. Nevrrest trilled darkly, her brow tightening as she approached the screen, looking intently into the face displayed on it. "Location Earth," she read, touching a hand to the screen, "So…is that where he has been hiding?"

"It would seem so, friend Nevrrest," Sepis nodded, his own eyes fixed on the screen, "Rejoice! Soon, both our peoples will be avenged."

Nevrrest's tail thumped against the floor aggressively. "Justice will be exact and swift. Alert the fleet and set a course for Earth. We leave immediately."

Sepis bowed. "Of course." His hands twitched. "I know I shouldn't ask and would likely only be a liability…but I must beg you, old friend…allow me to accompany you and the others!" His digits clenched. "I must witness this event with my own eyes."

She lifted a corner of the fleshy mouth under her beak. "I would have it no other way. You have as much right to this as I do, Sepis." She smacked her tail against the deck once more and raised her talons up at the man on the screen. "The time has come for me to destroy you…Vegeta."

(**Scene Break**)

Of all the gifts the Saiyan blood had allowed him, there was nothing Goten loved more than flying. He loved the freedom of soaring above it all, able to go anywhere and do anything. Next to it, there was only one thing he loved more: flying with his daddy. He gripped the thick clumps of Goku's spiky hair, riding him like a magical horse through the sky. Every once in a while, Goku turned his head to smile back at his son and the boy laughed with glee every time their eyes met. He laughed because even though he'd only had a short time to get to know him, he knew his dad was the best there ever was. He was the strongest, the greatest, the coolest, and best of all, the most fun!

And someday, he knew he'd be just like him.

Goku looked over the forests and fields below, things that still existed only through great effort and he was so glad still did. Some took it for granted, but Goku was a man who appreciated the little things – a good meal, watching his sons grow stronger, a battle well fought; time spent with friends. The sun was shining, Chi-Chi was cooking, and today they'd be visiting the Briefs. Today was a good day – a good day to be alive.

Goten laughed again, pointing down at a lake as they passed over it. "Hey! Let's go fishing!" he declared.

Goku laughed back. "Oh you know I'd love to, but I don't think we have the time. I think the food will be ready soon and your mom will want us to leave right away. You know how she hates waiting."

"Aw," Goten groaned, "Maybe when we get back then?"

"Sure!" Goku chirped, beginning to descend from the sky, "Your brother will probably be back by then from his visit with Videl and I'm sure he'd love to join us." He floated down swiftly, his blue boots planting on the ground as he moved his son to his shoulders. He cupped a hand by his mouth. "Hey Chi-Chi! We ready yet?" He frowned when she didn't answer, glancing up at Goten before heading inside the house. He soon could hear the clatter of Chi-Chi's busy hands and the smell of her handiwork. He took a deep sniff and smiled. "Wow! Smells great, Chi-Ch—"

His wife spun around and jabbed a spoon at him like it was a sword. "No!" she shouted, gritting her teeth under pinned up black locks, "Stay back!"

Goku blinked. "Uh, what's wrong, Chi-Chi?"

"Don't you come anywhere near the food, you hear me?!" she continued to bark, waving the spoon as to fend him off, "I'm not having you eat it all before we even get to the picnic!"
Goku rubbed his head and laughed. "I wasn't gonna, Chi-Chi, I was just saying how good it smells!" He let Goten down from his shoulders.

"Don't give me that, I know how you are!" Chi-Chi accused, shielding a basket from him as she packed her cooking into it, "You'll want to try some of it and then before we even get there it'll be all gone! And then I'll look stupid cause we won't have anything to bring to the picnic!"

"Ha," he continued to rub his head and smile, "I guess you do have a point there. Once I start eating something I kinda lose control." He held up his hands. "Okay, I promise I won't touch anything until we get there."

Chi-Chi growled a little but backed off, putting her hands on her hips. "You'd better not." She eyed his training uniform. "And Goku, are you really going to the picnic dressed in that?"

"Huh?" Goku blinked twice and plucked at his uniform. "What's wrong with it?"

"This is supposed to be a casual outing and you wear that thing all the time! Why don't you try wearing one of those polo shirts I bought you?"

"Aw, Chi-Chi, do I really have to? I thought we were supposed to be leaving soon?"

"Enough with the excuses, Goku!" Chi-Chi shot back, "If you really wanted to, you could get changed in no time at all!"

"But…" he hesitated, "What if I want to get some training in while I'm there? Especially with Vegeta, I'd love to see how much stronger he's gotten!"

Chi-Chi growled a sigh. "Oh Goku, is that really all you ever think about is training?"

"Well, no…I also think about getting lots of rest and eating right and—"

"You're impossible!" She turned away, opened another the picnic baskets, and screamed. "Where are all the rice balls?!" She turned on her husband. "GOKU!"

"I didn't!" he protested, waving his hands, "How could I have, I've been standing here talking to you the whole time!" Both their eyes shifted to Goten, his cheeks stuffed and a half-eaten rice ball in his hands.

He froze and stared sheepishly back at them. "Oh…was I not supposed to…? I thought that was just for Dad."

"RRRRRR GET OUT, BOTH OF YOU!"

Goku and Goten cried out, covering their heads as they fled the house. They remained in exile until Chi-Chi had finished packing and were only allowed back in to help her carry the baskets out to the car. There were so many of them, they had to strap most of them to the outside of the car. Both Goku and Goten wished they could just fly there, but Chi-Chi insisted they drive like a 'normal family', so neither of them disagreed. Goten fell asleep in the back seat half way there and Goku spent most of the trip resting his chin on his arms as he stared out the window.

Upon arrival, Goku and Goten stacked up the baskets in a tower in their arms, carrying them behind a more mild-mannered Chi-Chi into the city park. It wasn't a long walk before they spotted the Briefs standing near a trio of trees.

"Trunks!" Goten cried, throwing his baskets into the air and taking off towards his best friend. Goku scrambled to catch them all before they hit the ground, ending up with a tower in each arm.

"Hey!" Trunks laughed, running to meet him as well. The two boys faced off, clenching their fists with excitement.

"Goku, you better sit those down before something happens to them," Chi-Chi sighed, putting a hand to her forehead and grimacing.

Goku chuckled a little. "Yeah, I think you're right." He grunted and his hands flew like lightning, yanking the baskets out from under the bottom of the piles one by one and sending them flying out smoothly over the ground.

"Goku!" Bulma called, holding out her arms, "And Chi-Chi! So good to see you again!"

"Hmm?" Chi-Chi's turned her head to Bulma. Her eyes bulged and she shrieked. "Bulma, you're pregnant!"

"I know!" Bulma squealed back, doing a little happy dance.

"My goodness, look at you!" Chi-Chi grabbed her husband's arm. "Goku, isn't it wonderful?!"

Goku looked at his childhood friend and smiled warmly. "It sure is…wow. I've never seen you pregnant before, Bulma." He laughed and rubbed his head nervously. "I wasn't going to say anything myself, I thought you'd just put on a few pounds."

"Goku, really?" Bulma glared.

"It's his own fault, if he actually stuck around more, he'd remember what a pregnant woman looks like," Chi-Chi snorted, turning aside and folding her arms.

"You're telling me," Bulma agreed, doing similarly.

"But hey!" Goku interjected. He walked up to Bulma and put his hands on his shoulders. "Congratulations, Bulma. I'm really happy for you." He looked over her shoulder, seeing his fellow Saiyan leaning against one of the trees. "And for you too, Vegeta."

"Hmph," Vegeta replied, though he showed minute signs of being pleased.

Chi-Chi went off to chastise the boys for starting to poke around the baskets and Goku continued to look at Vegeta. Something was off about him. What was it? His brow lowered, thinking hard. That was when he noticed the brown wrapped around his waist.

"Ga-ah!" Goku cried out in shock, breaking from Bulma and pointing, "Vegeta, your tail's grown back!"

Vegeta smirked and looked at Bulma. "Well, would you look at that? He actually noticed."

"It's a miracle anyone noticed it with you hiding it away constantly," Bulma accused. She turned. "Hey Chi-Chi! Boys! Come on, we've got another surprise for you!" She turned to back with a smug smile. "Come on, Vegeta, show it off for us. I want everyone to see my brilliant handiwork."

Goku continued to gape as the others joined them. Vegeta grunted with annoyance but complied, unwrapping his tail and letting it stretch out to the side.

"Woah!" Goten cried, "What is that?"

"It's a tail, Goten," Trunks snarked, "Gosh, anyone would know that."

"I didn't know your dad had a tail!"

Chi-Chi looked less than pleased. "Oh no!" she quivered at the sight, "Not a tail! That means he's gonna turn into a monster again!"

"Don't worry, Chi-Chi," Bulma admonished, holding up a finger, "He'd only transform by looking at a full moon and that's not something my Vegeta would do by accident, even if the Earth still had one. Besides, Vegeta's fully conscious when he transforms."

"But…but I don't understand," Goku stared as Vegeta put it away again, "How can you have your tail back, Vegeta? It got cut off a long time ago!"

Vegeta glared. "Yes, Kakarot, I remember."

"That would be my doing," Bulma poked a finger to her chest, "You see, it all started when I was looking at some old scans of you two. I noticed that you Saiyans have a strange pouch at the base of your spine, almost like a womb. I remembered how Goku's tail used to grow back as a kid and I realized that that must be the organ where the new tail is made. So I got to thinking, if that organ still there as adults, why can't a full grown Saiyan grow a new tail?" She put her hands on her hips and chuckled. "Simple chemicals is all. Your bodies stop producing the necessary proteins at a certain age. So, it was just a matter of replicating those protein chains to trigger the process." She smiled and rubbed her chin, eying her old friend. "So, I could even regrow yours if you wanted, Goku."

"Wow," Goku marveled, "That's amazing….and nice of you to offer, Bulma." His expression lowered. "But I couldn't accept. I admit, having a tail was nice, but it was a danger to everyone. I wouldn't want to risk hurting anyone ever again by transforming and losing control." He looked at his fellow Saiyan again. "But I'm glad you've got it back, Vegeta. I know you didn't feel the same without one. You deserve it. So congratulations." He smiled.

Vegeta's brow lowered at him slightly. Kakarot…you haven't changed at all. Still smiling at me like that. I'll never understand it.

Bulma clapped her hands. "Well enough with the surprises, let's get this outing started. I hope you'll all hungry! I've been cooking all morning!" Reaching into her pocket, she popped a capsule and let it loose a giant picnic blanket covered in heaps of food.

"Woah-ho!" Goku cried, his mouth gaping with happiness, "Now this is what I call a picnic!"

Chi-Chi folded her arms and grunted. "Hmph. Show off. Goten! Get the food unpacked!"

"Right, Mom!" Goten chirped and then looked at Trunks, "Hey! Let's see who can unpack the most baskets the fastest!"

"Yeah!" Trunks agreed, lowering his brow, "And then who can eat the most the fastest!"

"Yeah!" Goten cheered, running off with him.

"Hey, count me in on that!" Goku laughed.

Bulma and Chi-Chi laughed as well, though Bulma cheerfully and Chi-Chi shaking her head. Vegeta watched them silently, finally leaving his spot against the tree as the food was all laid out. He kept to a corner of the checkered blanket, deliberately eating large bites of food while the boys and Goku inhaled heap-fulls. Bulma and Chi-Chi sat together, enjoying the fresh air and mildly balancing plates on their laps as their handiwork was devoured.

"Would you look at them go," Bulma remarked, drinking a soda, "You think we made enough?"

Chi-Chi closed her eyes and growled softly. "All these years and I still haven't managed to teach them any table manners."

"It's just the way Saiyans are," Bulma smiled, "I think the only thing they love more than eating is fighting. At least my Vegeta has some restraint, though." She watched as her husband stuffed an entire turkey leg into his mouth. "Some."

The women laughed.

(**Scene Break**)

There was a solemn intensity in the room just outside of the shuttle docking bay where the six prepared themselves. Talons stretched and glistened against brilliantly colored feathers. A black ritual cloak spread like a shadow, violet eyes glowing. Stone hands ground together. A head bowed in a sort of prayer as a battle baton hooked against shoulders. Long body twisted and leaves spread. A small wispy creature fluttered and sang a war song. Sepis watched these six champions, red eyes glowing with overwhelming joy and excitement.

His turn had finally come. At long last. At long last! So many years of searching, but it had been worth it. Today was the day they introduced Lord Frieza's pet monkey to justice, make him dance to the tune of his own agony. Sepis looked down at the mauve gem strapped to his wrist, his feathered antennae quivering. He was no fighter, but it was his invention that had made all this possible. Even if he was the king of the universe, he couldn't be any more proud than he was in this moment.

He heard talons softly tapping towards him. "Sepis," Nevrrest trilled, looking down at him with a smirk, "Why are you wearing that old relic?"

Sepis anxiously adjusted the scouter he wore over his left eye. "I…"

"It's not necessary," she assured, "All six of us can sense energy."

"But…but I can't!" he insisted, clenching his digits, "And I want to be able to savor every moment of this."

Her expression darkened and she lowered herself so that they were the same height. "I know exactly what you mean…" She frowned, her plume flattening. "You are afraid?"

"I…yes." He looked down with shame. "I've never actually faced him before. I've only see the recordings. When he came to my world…I wasn't even aware of anything." His eyes shut and he trembled. "Not until everything was burning around me…"

Her hands wrapped over his shoulders and she gave him a stern look. "He's not going to lay a finger on you, Sepis. We six will do our job. And I…" Her beak snapped as she grinned. "I will make him suffer. I will break him. It is impossible for me to ever replicate upon him the kind of horror he has caused…but I will do my best."

"Justiciar Nevrrest," said a voice behind her. Her plume rose softly as she turned about to face her fellow champion, the only one of them close to her in height, covered in warm fur with large hands, small horns on his head, and gentle, stern eyes. "With respect, I again urge that you remain with the fleet on this capture."

She turned about to face him. "And once again, Justiciar Oom'Bagu, I must decline your suggestion. I have waited my entire life for this moment, I wouldn't miss it for all the worlds."

"It is for that reason I am concerned," he hummed, his fingers interlocked, "Your personal involvement in this target is…troubling. I fear you stand at risk of being blinded by your emotions into rash action." He looked at the little Arlian. "For the same reasons I also caution you, honored Sepis."

"No, Oom'Bagu!" Sepis cried viciously, standing firmly close to his friend, "Nevrrest is right, there's no way we'd keep out of this. Besides, no one but Nevvrest knows what Vegeta's capable of!"

"Agreed." Nevrrest gave Oom'Bagu a harsh look. "And I suggest you drop the matter and continue no further."

Oom'Bagu closed his eyes and gave a deep hum, a ripple running through his white fur. "Very well. I only ask you keep my council in mind as we head down to the planet."

"Arrival in minutes!" Justiciar Laswe cried, his iridescent wings fluttering angrily against his translucent body, "The fleet will soon be in orbit around the planet Earth!"

"That's us," purred the low, sweet voice of Justiciar Nettelish, her black robes flowing like shadows as she moved into the shuttle bay.

Nevrrest draped an arm past Sepis, moving them both towards the shuttle. Oom'Bagu watched them with a somber expression and sighed heavily, adjusting his engraved cuffs about his wrists before following the procession.

The computer's fair voice hummed in the air throughout the entire fleet. "The Justice on approach. Preparing for hyperspace reentry. Preparing for hyperspace reentry. Good luck, Justiciars."