Goku tried to relax as he stood on the deck of Capsule Corp Ship 15, but he honestly hadn't been able to since Vegeta was taken. Bulma was hardly talking anymore. Chi-Chi was scared. The others were horribly worried. And Goku had to admit it to himself, he was afraid for his friend too. He blamed himself for not seeing this coming, for not anticipating that there would be others out there who would needed to forgive Vegeta. This wasn't going to be easy, he didn't even have much of a plan. Not really. All he could do is have faith that everyone involved in the end would do the right thing.

He gazed out one of the ship's windows as he saw The Justice fleet come into view against the stars. If he wanted, he could have just instant transmissioned to it, but to have done so, he felt, would have been invasive and not helped the justiciars to trust him. How he handled himself would be extremely important. He looked down, considering what obstacles he would have to face. It wasn't a battle, but it was like it in some aspects. He had opponents – Nevrrest was certainly one of them. Her hatred of Vegeta would be difficult to get past. He had allies as well – he was pretty sure that Oom'Bagu was one of those. After all, he'd stood up for him before, as well as having protested for Trunk's sake. To know for certain, though, he'd have to wait and see.

There was a ping on the control board and Goku turned around. He looked at the little flashing light and pressed the button under it. On the screen ahead appeared the face of the Arlian, looking at him with large red eyes.

"Hey, it's you," Goku said, smiling gently at him.

His antennae jumped up a little. "Yes."

"I don't think I caught your name before," he continued friendly, "What is it?"

The bug creature's eyes shifted to the side. "It's Sepis. Sepis Uk Breekirn. That was my colony name…when I had one."

"Sepis, huh? Well good to meet you again."

Sepis rubbed at his strange mouthparts. "I've been instructed to take remote control of your ship while you dock."

"That's fine," Goku assured, "Whatever you need to do." He watched Sepis manipulate some controls, his ship lurching a bit. "Hey, can I ask you a question? There's something I'd been wondering."

"I don't see why not," Sepis stated a bit shyly.

"You were with the justiciars, but you weren't in the fighting. So I'm wondering what's your position in the fleet then?"

His large eyes shifted again, blinking so rarely it was almost startling when he did. "Well …I built it. Well no, I didn't build it exactly, but I designed it. The fleet, I mean. Or the ships really. I designed just about everything."

"Wow…you must be like Bulma and her dad then," he marveled.

His digits stretched over some more knobs. "I don't know what you mean…but yes, that's what I do. I create the technology that makes it all possible…but it's not that much, it's just a small part to play. I'm useless otherwise."

"Not at all," Goku encouraged, with a small smile, "You don't have to be a fighter to be worth something." He giggled a little. "Sometimes I wish I had some other talents so I wouldn't get in Chi-Chi's way all the time!" He laughed. "Sorry, Chi-Chi's my wife," he explained, noticing the Arlian's lids flick.

"Ah…your mate, yes." He turned away to focus on his work. "Prepare to dock."

"Will do, thanks," Goku waved. Sepis gave him another uncomfortable look and the transmission ended. Goku frowned a little as the screen went dark. That one hated Vegeta too, but he didn't seem as angry about it as sad. That comforted him a bit more than some of the other attitudes. It was easier to help a sad person than an angry one.

Goku went back to one of the windows as the ship was gently pulled into one of the shuttle bays of a much larger vessel. For the moments he was still allowed an outerspace view, he marveled at how big these other ships were. No wonder they'd looked so huge in the sky, even as far away as they had been. He felt the ship land and tightened his belt, lowering his brow a bit. "Well, this is it." He headed for the door, stepping down the short ramp.

To find a large ball of red energy charged directly in his face. Goku was startled at first, but then gave a disapproving look to the one holding it, her palm outstretched as she stood in her second form.

"That isn't necessary," Goku told her sternly.

Nevrrest's brow lowered a notch and clicked. "I'll be the judge of that." She shifted her head and clicked again to the company of aliens dressed in simple body armor and weapons strapped to their wrists. "Search him."

Goku kept his eyes on Nevrrest, holding out his arms as a couple of the guards felt him over. One of them found the small case he had tucked in his tunic. The guard opened it, staring at the capsules neatly arranged inside. "What are these?" he suspiciously asked.

"It's just my luggage," Goku assured, "Nothing in there that would hurt you."

The guard snorted a little and passed a scan over them. His jaw dropped a moment later.

"What?" Nevrrest sharply asked.

"He's…Justiciar, these devices are somehow holding compressed versions of…well just various travel items. No contraban." The guard scratched his head. "I've never seen technology quite like it before."

"Not so different from size-conforming armor," Nevrrest stated, not half as impressed. The guard returned the case to Goku and he tucked it back away in his tunic. Nevrrest clacked her beak again and nodded to another of the guards. He approached him and offered a silver wrist band.

Goku took it. "What's this?"

"A minor precaution," she replied, the energy still warbling before her palm, "It will allow the computer to monitor you. If you break any part of our agreement, we'll immediately know about it." Her brow tightened. "I should warn you, though, it's going to hurt a little when you put it on...but nothing you can't handle, I'm certain. I hope you don't consider this an unfair term."

Goku turned the device over in his hands. "I wish you'd trust me more, Nevrrest…but if it will help Vegeta, I'll agree to it." He removed one of his blue training bands and slipped the metal band in its place. The ring shrunk in size, conforming to his wrist. Then it happened. Goku had been ready for it to hurt and if it had been any other kind of pain he would have just bared through it. But then he felt that most evil of all evil sensations – the prick of a hundred needles.

"GAA-AA-AAHHHH!"

Nevrrest lost her charge and stared with large, gaping eyes as the Legendary Super Saiyan started running and dancing around like a frightened child, just about plowing over several of the guards. The guards cried out in terror and hide behind her.

"Giii-dibb-ba-AAAH!" Goku jumped up and down and shaking his head furiously. The device finished clamping on and started to glow. Goku held his wrist and whimpered, tears about brimming in his eyes. "Why did you have to go and do that, you didn't say there'd be needles!"

Nevrrest's eyelid twitched. "I…I'm sorry, but what?"

"You should have warned me, I hate needles!" He shook like a leaf and whimpered again.

"But…there were no…" She had to think seriously hard, staring at the device on his wrist, wondering if it had malfunctioned. "What are you talking about, it's a monitor! And what you felt were sutures – thousands of microscopic threads woven into your skin! It's so you can't remove it."

"Well whatever it was, it felt like needles," Goku wept, bowing his head.

Nevrrest abruptly powered down, her cloak of feathers pulled back into her arms as she placed them on her hips. "Are you quite done yet?" she asked, suddenly feeling like she was talking to a child.

"Yeah, I'm okay," Goku rubbed his eyes, trying to forget the horrible experience. He saw the way that Nevrrest was looking at him and blushed, giggling a little. "Hehe…sorry about that." Nevrrest glowered at him. "I really am!" he insisted, "I don't mean to, it's just needles are the one thing I just can't stand!"

She pointed a finger in his face. "And right now, you are the one thing I just can't stand. You don't see me running around like a buffoon." She turned from him. "Computer, registration: Kakarot, Son Goku."

"Registering," the feminine voice replied. Goku looked at the wrist band to see several lights start dancing across it. "Species: Saiyan. Sex: Male. Power level…" It crackled. "Power level…p-power level…pppower level…" Several beeps. "Inconclusive."

Nevrrest snorted irritably, looking at Goku. "Super Saiyans…" she growled. She turned again, her thick colorful tail smacking the deck. "Come. Others are waiting to receive you…and I've grown tired of your company."

Goku lowered his brow at her as her back turned. He could sense good in her, but sometimes he honestly wondered. She was arrogant and cruel, much like many of the foes he'd fought in his life. And it was almost like she was starting to hate him too, though he'd hardly given her reason to. Still, he followed, wishing to do his best to maintain peace with her.

In the next room, three of the justiciars waited – he recognized Oom'Bagu, but he couldn't recall the names of the other two, one looking like a plant and the other a hovering fuzzy-jelly-insect creature. Upon seeing him, Oom'Bagu bent his head in a bow and Goku pressed his hands together and bowed back respectfully.

"Welcome to The Hammer, Son Goku," Oom'Bagu hummed, his beautiful battle baton across his shoulders as usual. He turned to the other two. "May I formally introduce my fellow justiciars, Planet Misado and Prince Laswe of the Ponachi Moons."

"Hmph," snorted Laswe in his high, nasal voice, folding his arms, "I hardly go by that title anymore but I suppose it's appropriate for this introduction."

Goku bowed again. "It's an honor to meet you all." He blinked, looking at the plant creature. "But…I think I must have heard you wrong. How can he be a planet? Are there little people living on him?"

"It is…difficult to understand," Oom'Bagu hesitantly admitted, looking at Misado, "And Misado articulates itself in strange ways. But, as far as we can understand, the creature you see before you is a construct created by Planet Misado to be its representative and voice."

"A living planet?" Goku asked, his eyes wide.

"A planet with a soul, yes."

Goku started a little as Misado drew near him, flowers opening and vines outstretched. "Do you know us, golden one?"

Goku blinked. "Well yeah, I remember you from the fight on Earth."

"No…we have known you much better…for you called to us…your voice carried across the stars and we answered you."

His mouth opened. "I…I don't know what you mean. I don't remember talking to any planets that I know of."

The leaves rustled. "You called…you called and we gave you our energy…and with it you slew a mighty foe."

"The Spirit Bomb!" Goku cried, suddenly pointed, erupting into an amazed smile, "You helped me stop Buu! I remember…just when Earth's energy was about to give out…I felt something from the outside. I thought I was just imagining it at the time."

"What in the worlds is he talking about?" Nevrrest scowled a bit, her brow narrowed.

"The forgotten foe…but the Earth remembers. We remember. So happy were we to hear your voice, golden one."

Goku got down on a knee and held out his hand to the stretching vines. "Thank you, Misado. Without your help and everyone on Earth, everything would have been destroyed. I couldn't have done it without you."

Misado's leaves produced a rust like a song and it reached out, the vines wrapping about his hand and latching onto his arm, beginning to grow up and spouting flowers across his skin. The other justiciars started.

"Misado, what are you doing to him?!" Oom'Bagu gaped.

"Stop this at once!" Nevrrest cried.

"No, it's all right…" Goku assured, reaching out with his other hand and letting the vines clasp and grow up his other arm, "They're not hurting me…" Goku shut his eyes as the vines grew across his body, caressing him, spreading over his chest and up his neck, sprouting flowers releasing a sweet scent.

"But what is it doing to you?!" Laswe started, frightened by display.

"Growing," Goku stated, the vines starting to appear one with his skin, "Growing together, really. I don't know how I can explain it in a way you'll understand…"

"Try…" Nevrrest gritted.

They started again as Goku and Misado both started to glow with a soft blue energy, passing between them. Goku opened his eyes and smiled at Misado. "I understand why you say 'we' now. You're not just a planet, you're everything living on that planet…no, not just everything living there. You're everything that's touched that ki there as well. And that's why you're so strong. This body you made…it's got a piece of me in it too. A little piece of everything good there is." His brow lowered. "And that's why Frieza had to destroy you. Something that good just couldn't exist in his universe."

Oom'Bagu stood in utter awe of this exchange, the blue light of the ki shining off his white fur. Goku was correct, Misado was a being of pure good. So why was it sharing ki with him? To do so would only serve to corrupt it…unless…his eyes widened with disbelief. Could it be so? Was this man also a being of pure good? How was that even possible?

Misado's flowers and leaves swayed. "We were destroyed…lost to fire and ashes blown across the stars…but we were restored by a righteous force."

"Mm," Goku nodded, "You mean the wish that Kami, King Kia, and Popo made. So it brought you back to life too."

Nevrrest choked, struck by these words. Wish… Her thoughts fell back to what Vegeta had said just the night before…and her eyes burned with fire. Goku cried out in surprise as he was suddenly ripped from Misado's grasp, Nevrrest holding him up by the collar and shaking him. "What wish?!" she screeched, "I refuse to believe that a power that could bring Misado back to life would also restore that demon!"

"Nevrrest!" Oom'Bagu cried out in utter horror.

"Hey! What's the matter with you?!" Goku shouted as he was practically throttled.

"I will have my answers and I will not be stopped, you hear me?!" she continued to scream, her sharp beak baring down on his nose.

Oom'Bagu flew between them and threw out his arms, touching two fingers to each of their foreheads. There was a pulse of mauve energy, Goku momentarily feeling himself flung into a rage, Nevrrest washed in resolute peace and angry confusion before all emotion was defused. Oom'Bagu lowered his arms.

"I think that is enough," he stated seriously, looking up at Nevrrest, "I will take Son Goku from here. You may all go."

Nevrrest brushed herself off and glared at Goku. The Saiyan glared back. "Damn monkey," she hissed, turning swiftly with a flick her tail and marching off. Misado and Laswe drifted awkwardly together and followed her.

Goku's eyes weighed heavily on Nevrrest's as she disappeared through a doorway. Oom'Bagu sighed heavily and bowed his head. "Do not judge her too harshly, Son Goku. She had not been well these past days."

"Because of Vegeta?" Goku asked, still looking where she had gone.

"Mm," Oom'Bagu nodded gravely, "Her hatred for him is great. It has made her…difficult to be near. For me especially. It pains me to see her this way."

"I know she must feel awful," Goku stated seriously, "But it doesn't excuse her hurting others."

"Easy, for one such as you to say," Oom'Bagu kindly chided, "I suspected you've never truly hated anyone in your entire life."

"No, but…I've come close," Goku admitted.

Oom'Bagu looked down. "I have. And it is a difficult burden to bear." He put a hand on Goku's shoulder. "I wanted to say…even though I don't agree with nor understand it, I admire you coming here as you have."

"What else could I do?" He turned around and held up his hands. "Understand, I'm not just here for Vegeta's sake. I can see now just how much damage he's caused and I want to help him make it right."

Oom'Bagu's expression fell sadly. "Admirable."

"You don't think I can?"

"I think that the scales of right and wrong are not what I once knew them to be," he sighed and then held out a hand, "Come. Walk with me."

Goku glanced around curiously, taking in his surroundings as they entered a hall, though there was not much to see yet. "Oom'Bagu, right?" The horned bear nodded, adjusting his engraved cuffs as they walked. "That thing you did to Nevrrest and me a moment ago…what was it?"

"A technique," he answered, "I call it Empathic Transfusion. It is useful for dispelling conflicts because it forces those involved in the exchange to momentarily experience the other's emotions. Once the exchange is made I, as the conduit, can easily dissolve them."

"Well your techniques are amazing," Goku praised, "What was the one you were using in our fight?"

"Empathic Reflect. As you likely observed, it causes whatever damage is dealt to me to be delivered in equal measure to the one who caused it."

Goku's face lit with excitement as he listened. "And where did you learn your techniques?"

Oom'Bagu chuckled warmly. "I didn't. I developed them myself."

"Amazing!" Goku cried. He ran ahead of him and pressed his hands together. "If I may ask…"

"Withhold nothing, Son Goku," Oom'Bagu assured, holding up a hand, "All queries I shall answer."

"Well then," Goku's smile grew then turned serious, "I would like to request to learn from you. Your techniques are unlike anything I've ever seen."

Oom'Bagu's fur rippled with pleasure. "I would be honored to do so." Goku's face lit up. "However…" The Saiyan's expression fell. "I cannot."

"Oh…well I wouldn't use them against you."

He chuckled. "You misunderstand, Son Goku. It's not that I don't wish to. But it would be impossible for me to do so." He motioned for them to keep walking. "You see, I come from an empathic race called the Gregoriks. My techniques are derived from my people's natural abilities. Perhaps if you were also Gregorik, I could teach you. But a Saiyan? I think not."

"Wow…you must have some incredible warriors among your people then," Goku enthused, letting his disappointment pass.

Oom'Bagu's expression fell and he shook his head. "No…my people have always been a peaceful race. It is our nature to be so. I am alone."

"Oh…well how did you end up being a fighter then?"

"Hatred."

Goku stopped. "Really? You don't seem like the sort."

"I wasn't always." Oom'Bagu stopped and took his baton from his shoulders, holding it out before him with a deep sigh. "…I think you would have liked my world. You see, we were a people without crime. It was unheard of for one Gregorik to harm another because all Gregoriks were empathically connected to each other. The entire race. So if you were to cause another harm, no matter how indirectly, one way or another it would find its way back to you and you would feel that suffering as your own…to be otherwise was unfathomable." He shut his eyes and shook his head. "So you can only imagine our horror when beings came to our world who took pleasure in the suffering of others. We felt not what they did and they not us. We were helpless."

Goku's expression flattened. "Vegeta?"

"No," Oom'Bagu almost chuckled, "No…it was Frieza himself. And his right hand, Zarbon. And the soldiers they brought with them. My world was a very cold place with little resources. But we wanted for little. When the Planet Trade Organization came to us, they determined the only resource our planet had worth taking was our people, as we were skilled laborers and passive. Ideal slaves. He had the strongest of our races gathered and then forced us to watch as he destroyed our home and families with it."

Goku looked down, his fists tightening at his sides. "That's awful. I'm so sorry."

Oom'Bagu turned and faced him fully. "You of all people have the least reason to say that to me." He took Goku by the shoulders. "I owe you…" His voice lowered to a whisper. "So very much. The man I hated, the man who turned me into what I am today…was the monster you slew on Namek. Lord Frieza…who had that green…kill my son. Who destroyed my home. Who made me a slave for the next twenty years of my life…" Tears started to run from his eyes and he bared his teeth. "I hated him so much. I developed these techniques because I wanted to force him to feel what he had made me feel…but I know if I had faced him that would have been the end of me. Dead or alive, I wouldn't have walked away with my soul." He looked into his eyes. "For this reason I am doing what I am doing now for you. Not because I believe in your cause. Because you freed me. Not just as a slave, but from who I was becoming." He closed his eyes again. "And yes…because you brought justice to that monster."

His eyes reopened as Goku touched his arm. "It's not quite what you think," Goku stated, "I didn't kill Frieza. I had lot of chances to…I kept hoping he'd realize he was beaten and give up hurting people. But he didn't. He ended up blowing up with Namek. That was the last time I saw him." He decided not to add the rest of the story. It would only confuse him.

Oom'Bagu was very still. "You mean to say…you tried to spare his life?" Their eyes met and held each other gaze for a long moment. Oom'Bagu sighed and turned away. "If that is truly the case…I can understand Nevrrest's frustration with you. You are without a doubt a mighty warrior, Son Goku…but you are a fool."

"Maybe," Goku admitted, "But I always gotta give people a chance. It's what feels right."

Oom'Bagu looked ahead and started them walking again. "Is that what you're trying to do for Prince Vegeta then? Give him a second chance?"

Goku had to laugh a little. "Not exactly. Vegeta had his second chance a long time ago. And he made good of it. He and Bulma are really happy together. And his son Trunks and my son Goten are really close." He looked down, thinking back to a wicked smile balanced under a dark M. "I admit, he's made some mistakes along the way. But he always made up for them. I like to think of him as a friend. I hope he will someday too, if he doesn't already."

Oom'Bagu's dark eyes shifted back to him. "These…'mistakes'…would they happen to involve cruelty and murder?"

Goku's brow lowered and he looked ahead. In his mind, a white gloved hand pointed viciously at a crowd of innocent people, a bright flash followed by death throes and a despicable smile. "…Yeah."

The horned bear grunted. "I find it a great shame that we must force these criminals to suffer for what they have done. But it is so. One must suffer for the pain they cause others. Even I suffer as I punish them. That is the price I must pay for the path I have chosen. In creating these techniques, I have opened myself to the pain of those outside my race. But it is just. Who am I to cause pain and yet spare myself from it?"

"I see…" Goku considered, "I do kinda know what you mean. If life has taught me one thing, it's that if you cause pain to others you can expect nothing but the same in return." He looked at him again. "But that's why I'm here. I want everyone Vegeta's hurt to see he's already felt that pain inside him – just like you said."

"I have not sensed that about him," Oom'Bagu bluntly returned, "I sense a man who refuses to feel anything that does not suit him."

Goku laugh nervously. "Heh…he can be that way. But not always." He looked seriously ahead again. "You'll see that for yourself." They entered an elevator, rising and riding across The Hammer's decks. "So…tell me about the other Justiciars and this fleet…what's their story?"

Oom'Bagu stroked his chin. "Hmm…where to begin? I suppose we have time." He glanced at him. "Well…you know pieces of my, Nevrrest's, and Sepis's story. It was the three of us were the original members. Though…it really began with Laswe."

"The one who's a prince?"

"Mm. You see, he and his entire race were dead." Goku started. Oom'Bagu laughed. "Yes…strange to think about, isn't it? His people weren't the only ones. There are thousands in this fleet who were former members of the dead. When Laswe and his people were restored to life, they found themselves on their world, which had been recently sold. A war broke out between the current proprietors and the original residence. Nevrrest came to them and helped drive away the thieves and retake their home."

He smiled a little. "After that she met me. I had been training myself in secret for years. And when I realized Frieza's demise, I put in motion a rebellion twenty years in the making. Was able to salvage what was left of my race. Then I met Nevrrest. We fought together in many battles, liberating those who had been oppressed by Frieza wherever we could find them. Over time…we became heroes in the eyes of many. And we slowly gained allies who wished to fight alongside us." He looked at Goku warmly. "That's all it was. We six, fighting together. It wasn't until Sepis invented the Quantum Fusion Core, however, that The Justice truly began. Genius little Arlian."

"Quantum Fusion Core…" Goku pondered as they stepped off the elevator, "I heard you guys mention that before."

"Magnificent technology," Oom'Bagu returned, "It was inspired by people's abilities. It, in essence, draws the energy from the members of our fleet and pours it into us six through our fusion bands." He tapped at the gemmed brace around his neck. "Symbolic really. The weak finally able to fight back."

"So you were Frieza's slave, Nevrrest's people were killed by Vegeta, Misado was blown up, Laswe and his people were slain by Frieza's men…" Goku paused in counting down his fingers. "What about the other two? What's their story?"

"Ah…they were untouched by Frieza's regime." He lead Goku down another hall. "Not everyone in this fleet was a victim. Some simply wish to help restore order to the galaxy. There hasn't been a force capable of combating the criminals who haunt the galaxy since before anyone can remember. We lived in darkness and it was only after the destruction of all the leaders of the Planet Trade Organization and we began to lift our heads back into the sun." He straightened his tunic and continued. "But that does not answer your query. Horkion, the one built of stone, was the mightiest champion of his race, a warrior for good…though, your kind wouldn't have likely have considered him much of a warrior at all. His planet was never touched by Frieza, but they all knew he would come one day. And when he didn't, Horkion joined us in the good fight." His eyes shifted. "As for Nettelish…the robed one…she's a bit of a mystery. We know she comes from a secret order of monks who have dedicated their lives to the study of the ki and other energies of the universe. But I know nothing of her species or little else of her personal background."

Goku took note of all this, knowing it would be important in his efforts here. He had to be able to understand everyone involved if he hoped to succeed in settling this. "And Sepis?"

"Nevrrest's loyalist friend," Oom'Bagu answered, "As you may recall, he was saved just before his world exploded. The two of them have been inseparable since. His planet was a savage one, but Sepis was uniquely minded among them, as I understand. He fits well in civil society."

"So he'll agree with whatever she decides?" Goku warily asked.

"He usually does. He admires her greatly…perhaps too much." He stopped by a doorway and pressed a panel. The door opened into a pleasantly furnished living quarters. "We've arrived. This is your dwellings. I believe you should find all that you require within."

Goku frowned. "Does that mean you're leaving now?"

He raised a brow. "That was my intention."

"I hope it's not too much trouble…" Goku continued, taking a quick glance at the room, "But if you could, I'd really appreciate it if I could show me more of your fleet. And…"

"You wish to see Vegeta," Oom'Bagu surmised.

Goku nodded. "I'd really appreciate it if I could."

Oom'Bagu gave pause, considering, his hands folded. "Very well. I'll offer this. I shall make an inspection round of the prison ships…and you may accompany me."

He smiled again. "That sounds perfect!"

Oom'Bagu smiled softly back. "I will appreciate the company, I'm sure." He reached out and touched the monitor on Goku's wrist. "Should you have trouble relocating your quarters or require any other assistance, you can contact the computer mainframe with this. Merely speak to it and the computer will answer. You can also use it to contact myself if necessary."

"Great, good to know."

Oom'Bagu stretched out an arm back into the hall. "This way then, if you please."

(**Scene Break**)

Nevrrest was furious. Furious beyond reason. She went straight from Goku into one of the training rooms, kicking up the level to her highest training regime and letting loose her rage, sparing no mercy on the combat probes, smashing, ripping, dashing, and exploding. The computer was forced to compensate, adding a new coat of shielding to the training room walls to hold back her fury. Only when the shattered particles of the attack probes lay scattered gruesomely across the floor did she finally regain sense of herself, gnashing her beak as she twitched and glared ahead.

"Damn monkeys…damn monkeys!" she screeched, kicking up some of the debris, "If it hadn't been destroyed before my time, I'd blow their damn planet up myself!" Aimless words of viciousness expelled, she focused her thoughts. "So, Vegeta…you found yourself a way to come back from the dead, have you? Not for long…not for long!"

She paced back and forth, seething. Some force out there thought it was going to rob her of her revenge? Not a chance! Whatever this wish granter was, she would ensure he would never restore Vegeta to life once she was done with him! But that was the trouble, she had no clue what power was granting these wishes. Though, she knew its power wasn't limitless, otherwise as Vegeta said, her people would have been restored too. And what of Sepis's home? That never came back either. What was this thing, she had to know!

She clenched her fists, for half a second considering marching to the prince's cell and throttling the answer out of him…but no, that would be the most foolish thing possible she could do. He'd only enjoy it. And what if she was caught doing so? No…she had to find out what had granted these wishes another way. But how? She paced some more, her talons digging into the deck.

"Damn that Kakarot!" Nevrrest spat, whipping her tail as she turned, "If that moron thinks he can just make a wish and undo everything I'm about to do, he can…" Her jaw fell, a realization dawning upon her. "Yes…that moron!" She burst out the training room, taking off the ground and flying down the halls.

Sepis squealed as someone burst into his room, relaxing when he saw the towering figure of many colors. "Friend Nevrrest, it's only you. You startled me so!"

Nevrrest's feet touched the ground, her feathers flattening. "Sepis. I need you to do something for me."

"Oh, of course, anything," he assured, getting out of his chair.

"I want you to put constant surveillance on Son Goku," she replied, leaning over him, "Monitor everything he does and says. In his sleep even if you must."

Sepis blinked. "Oh…well of course. But why?"

She held up a finger. "I want you to listen very carefully anything he says concerning wishes and those who were killed by Frieza or any who served him." She lowered her brow. "And…I wish you to get close to him. Gain his trust. Then probe him for information. Perhaps ask why your world wasn't restored like many others…that should be innocent enough."

"I…yes, of course, but…I still don't understand."

Her hand lowered. "I believe our guest may have discovered a means to raise the dead. And it's entirely possible that when I convince the others to sentence Vegeta to execution, he may use this power to bring him back to life." She leaned in very close, her eyes wide. "Can you even imagine what a disaster that would be? Not only for us, Sepis, but for the entire fleet. If suddenly those who receive the ultimate punishment can be rectified, who then will fear us? We'll become a universal joke."

Sepis looked down nervously. "I understand."

She smiled. "I knew you would." She laid her hand atop his head. "Do this for me, Sepis. Find out by what power this is being done…so I may put an end to it before it's too late."