Oom'Bagu felt his teeth crush against each other, his fists clenched as the guards moved in for the capture. Goku was the furthest forward, so the guards had chosen to converge on him first. Oom'Bagu wanted to do something, but he had no idea what. He had no potential for miracles, the Universe didn't answer his call. And Goku hadn't moved since Laswe had given the order – crouched and looking on with a determined brow. The guards came closer, and Oom'Bagu grew desperate. Why wasn't Goku moving?

Please, Goku, he pleaded in his mind, I'm counting on you!

The guard in the lead reached out a hand, grabbing Goku's shoulder in a tight grip. But it didn't take. Because the moment the guard's gloved hand touched, Goku turned transparent and fizzled out of existence.

"Heeeeehhh?! What?!" Laswe cried in disbelief, his eyes bulging. They all looked rapidly around. "What the—?! Where'd he go?! Where the living hell did he go?!"

Wild murmurs ran through the guards and an expression of fear filled their faces. At first, all Oom'Bagu could do was stare as well. But unlike them, in a moment's time he came to understand. He remembered a conversation Goku and he had once had, back when they had first met and he was introducing him to the Justice and their ways.

"So, those collars the prisoners all wear," Goku had said as they walked through Prison Ship Four, "They can take away a person's energy?"

"In a manner," he answered, "More accurately, it cuts off their access to it."

"And that's all it takes to keep them from causing trouble?"

Oom'Bagu frowned at him. "I don't follow you."

"I'm just surprised that that's all it takes to keep them from hurting people," Goku remarked, scratching a finger to the side of his head, "Most of the fighters I've met on Earth don't even know how to use energy." He smiled a little. "They don't seem like much now, but I remember some of them were pretty tough back when I was starting my training."

Oom'Bagu showed teeth as he smiled at the shaken guards. So that was it. A simple martial arts technique. Even if he hadn't remembered that conversation, he could see it in the shine of Horkion's pebble eyes – who was also a martial artist. Yes, Oom'Bagu felt he understood his saiyan friend at last. Goku was indeed a man who had the favor of the Universe. But he was also a man who knew how to make his own miracles. And if Goku could do that for the sake of a friend, then Oom'Bagu could do the same.

"Horkion—this is your fault, isn't it?!" Laswe shouted, pointing a finger and the full arm behind it.

"Me?" Horkion tried not to smile, "Why would you think I had anything to do with this? There's only so much I can do with one arm."

"Grrrrrrrr!" Laswe snarled.

"Hahahahahaha!" Oom'Bagu deeply laughed, drawing all their attention. He folded his thick arms over his vest and cracked a smile. "A fine job, Grand Guardian Laswe. Your new mistress will be most pleased."

"What did you say?!" Laswe squawked, turning on him.

A mauve glint entered Oom'Bagu's eyes. "Yes, I'm talking to you…boy." Anger. Pride. "I wonder how you're enjoying being in her service?" Anger. Pain. Anger. Anger.

Laswe's flesh turned purplish-red. "What I'm anything is none of your business!" He glared at his men. "What are you all standing around for?! Find him!"

"Sir!" they cried, half the group scattering.

"As for you," Laswe glared at the former warden, "Get on your knees."

"Are you afraid I might vanish as well?" Oom'Bagu raised a brow. Panic.

"You…!" Laswe squeaked, clenching a fist and trembling slightly.

"Just admit it, Laswe," Oom'Bagu continued, "This situation is entirely out of your control." Anger. Panic. "All you are capable of doing is exactly as Nevrrest asks and hoping for the best." Anger. Pain.

Blue lightning snap-crackled up Laswe's buzzing wings. "This has nothing to do with Nevrrest."

"No," Oom'Bagu agreed, the mauve glint in his eyes intensifying, "This has everything to do with you, Laswe. I am disgusted to discover a pupil of mine is nothing more than a little boy putting on a charade. How pathetically weak you truly are." ANGER. PAIN.

The blue lightning crackled around Laswe so harshly, his underlings actually shied away from him. "I am no boy," he hissed.

"That is exactly what you are," Oom'Bagu corrected, "A sorry little boy. I wonder what your father will think of what you've become?" Laswe's flesh turned dark red. "Or better still…what will your mother think?" Rage.

"NYAAAAA!" Laswe flew forward in a fraction of a second's time, his aura a lightning storm. Oom'Bagu's body buckled as Laswe's tightened fist collided with him, blood flying out of his mouth as he impacted with the wall. Oom'Bagu tumbled face forward onto the floor, the shielded wall left with a small crack. Murmurs of fear rose up behind Laswe as he breathed heavily.

"Laswe!" Horkion cried, "Are you insane?! He can't shield himself! You—!" Something made Horkion stop short, staring down at Oom'Bagu. The murmurings grew louder.

Laswe continued to pant, his translucent flesh completely flushed. He seized Oom'Bagu's tunic, lifting him up, his friend's eyes dazed as his head hung back, blood still dripping from his mouth into his fur. "Happy?!" he shouted, "Make you feel self-righteous—you prick!" He shook him. "Come on! Got anything to say to me now?! Still think I'm just some weak kid?!"

"Yes." Laswe squeaked as Oom'Bagu's hand clamped onto his wrist.

Laswe was so caught off guard by the crushing power of that grip that he cried something that much resembled a weak little boy after all. "Oh no!" His wings buzzed like a hurricane as he pulled back, the gust knocking a few of his guards over as he struggled to break free of that impossible grip.

Oom'Bagu didn't move, his eyes changed from their usual dark brown to complete mauve. "I see all manner of weakness in you I had failed to recognize," he stated, blood still matting his fur, "And a desperateness of a young boy seeking the approval of his elders."

"The hell are you—?!" Laswe stopped short, the answer finally hitting him. He looked at Oom'Bagu's neckline and saw what had occurred replay in his mind – him flying vengefully at Oom'Bagu and the Gregorik lifting his chin as he did so, moving precisely in anticipation of the blow. The collar had shattered into fragments upon impact and now lay scattered on the floor. "Son of a…you tricked me!"

"I did," Oom'Bagu agreed. He remained motionless as Laswe's free fist struck him across the face and chest.

"What the hell?" said Laswe, turning milky white. His pupils shrank to dots. Wait…when was the last time Oom'Bagu was clocked? I know he's stronger than I am, but this…

Oom'Bagu laughed in a way he hadn't heard since the old days, his eyes full of confidence and promise of humiliation. "Even if you manage to damage me, I am an empathic warrior who has grown accustomed to pain."

"Blaar-waaoh!" Laswe squeaked as Oom'Bagu slapped his face back and forth, bouncing off the floor as Oom'Bagu threw him. The guards instantly closed in around the former warden, their eyes narrowed and limbs shaking. "Pah-ha!" Laswe coughed, wiping the shimmering ponachi blood from his mouth. "Computer, clock the target," he said as blue energy waft like a flame off Oom'Bagu's thick body.

"Scanning," the computer answered, "Estimated power level: two million, four hundred six-two thousand."

The guards shifted back, looking ready to wet themselves.

"Incredible…" Horkion whispered.

Before anyone could say more, Oom'Bagu's hand embedded deep into the wall, causing Laswe to squawk. The energy shielding sparked and pushed against his limb, his thick muscles pulsating as he forced through the paneling and ripped a large piece of piping straight out of wall, sending out a spew of some kind of fluid. Oom'Bagu spun it around as he would his battle baton and stood at the ready.

"Now then," he stated intensely, "Let me show you just how powerful I can be!"

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Though he had no idea where he was headed, Goku ran as fast as he possibly could. Phew, I'm really glad that worked, he thought as he ran, I wasn't sure if they'd fall for the After Image technique. His eyes narrowed as he tried to push himself to move faster, thinking hard. Gotta figure out what to do next. I hope you're okay, Oom'Bagu. I'm sorry for leaving you like that, but I'm counting on you now.

With no clear options, Goku mentally explored his assets. Vegeta had said that with the shackle he couldn't sense energy anymore. Well, no, that wasn't entirely true. He could still sense extremely powerful energy sources. That was good news, at least. If one of the justiciars came after him, he'd at least have some warning. He didn't have any way to remove the collar, but Oom'Bagu had said that there were shackling devices in the infirmary. Okay, now he had a destination. He was pretty sure he remembered how to get there.

As for his body itself, there wasn't much to work with. All his muscles were still at their peak shape, but they felt weak and flimsy without ki to fuel them. But maybe it wasn't as bad as he thought. He breathed deeply, searching back far in his mind to a time when he was like this. He filled himself with the tranquility of his earliest training under his Grandpa Gohan. He could take on any beast in the forest. He could break a boulder with a single finger. He did not feel weak back then and he wouldn't allow himself to feel weak now. He knew in his heart he could overcome any obstacle. He just had to try.

There was a whistling sound and something grabbed his arm. "Guaah!" Goku cried with surprise, losing his footing and falling face forward on the deck.

A guard with a cone-like head stood over him. He shook a little and cleared his throat, touching his wristband. "I found him."

"Good work," the band answered back.

"Ow," Goku said, the guard shuddering back as he pushing himself up, "That hurt a lot more than I thought it would."

"Ah-stay down!" the guard cried, pushing out a palm at him – whether to threaten or ward him away was unclear.

Goku's head came up and he eyed him sharply. "Hmm."

"Eh…!" the guard cringed.

Goku frowned with surprised. He's scared of me. He got all the way to his feet. The guard's hand followed him up, but did nothing to stop him.

"They're coming for you," the guard warned, swallowing slightly, "You can't escape. It's impossible."

Goku studied him for a moment. And then lifted a corner of his mouth. "That's good. 'Cause I'm not trying to escape."

"Ah!" the guard yelped as Goku turned with a wave.

"Well see you!"

"Wait!" the guard cried, horrified as Goku took off running again. A sweat droplet appeared on his head and his wristband flashed.

"Calling for reinforcements!" a voice cried through the band, "Justiciar—I mean, Oom'Bagu has escaped his binds! Repeat! We need back-up!"

The guard shook in his boots. "The Warden…got out of his collar…?" His breathing spiked slightly and he touched his band. "Prisoner 4747 is still trying to run."

"We'll spare half the original group. Detain Oom'Bagu!" his superior's voice came, "The rest of you collapse on 4747's location!"

Goku's heart was starting to race now, his brow lowered. It would be a matter of seconds before the guards caught him. He had to cover as much ground as he could before that happened. Barely a second. He couldn't sense energy, but he could feel the air moving, hear the vibrations of their incredibly speed. Three more strides. He could get in that much in before they stopped him. He counted each one and then braced, ducking this time.

The guard froze in shock as his arm passed where Goku's head had been. "That's…not…" The guard shuddered back – a different one from before, Goku noted – the air reverberating as the rest of them appeared.

They did not have the faces of enemies. Goku immediately noticed that. They were just warriors doing a job – something they believed to be right. And many of them were afraid even, just as the first guard was. He really wasn't sure why they were afraid – it certainly wasn't what he wanted. But then, that hesitation in their eyes could be used to his advantage. After all, above all else, he had to get past them. It was the only way to save Vegeta.

Goku waited a moment and decided none of them were preparing to strike again. So, he straightened up. "It looks like you finally caught up with me," he spoke, watching them carefully, "What are you planning to do now that you're here?"

His words seemed to relax them, but make them even more apprehensive at the same time. "Son Goku, sir," said the one that seemed to be in charge, "We have to escort you to a cell. We're under orders."

Goku nodded. "I understand." He crouched, moving his arms and hands into an offensive stance. "In that case, I'll try not to hurt any of you too much."

Of course, it was a bluff. Goku knew very well he was more likely to tickle them than do any damage with the power difference he was at. But he could tell just by looking at their faces that some of them bought it. Which was exactly what he needed. The way he saw it, the only way he had any chance of getting past them was if they were too afraid to take this fight seriously.

The guards murmured breathily and the brow of the one in charge lowered slightly. "You intend to resist then. Very well."

Goku's mind raced, knowing he'd have a second at most before they attacked. He couldn't match their strength or speed – that was impossible. But what he could do is try to predict what they'd do before they did it. If it had worked once, he could surely do it again. It wouldn't be easy, though. If they managed to hit him even a little, it would give them their confidence back. But since he was only making learned guesses, it would be inevitable they'd hit him. He wagered that would happen within fifteen seconds.

Fifteen seconds, that's what I need, he decided, If I can keep them from hitting me for just that long, I bet that will scare them pretty good.

Fractions of a second left. He could hear breathing escalating, smell their nervous sweat; feel the air move as their muscles tensed. Fifteen seconds. And he had barely a hair's breadth to decide how they would strike. His mind flashed. The guard grabbing his arm, causing him to fall. The one aiming for his head. Their stance shifted and the air moved.

Of course!

Three guards shuddered back in terror, their strikes passing right by him. Goku tensed every muscle in his body to keep the air from blowing him down.

"That's not possible – the collar must be broken!" one cried.

"E-hehehehe!" Goku giggled and grinned at them, "Nope!" He hopped and leg passed under where his ankles had been, landing again with a firm stance. Just as I thought, he narrowed his eyes at their trembling expressions, They're trying to knock me down. So as long as they keep up that strategy and I can figure out how each one is planning to attack, I should be able to keep this up long enough to really give them something to think about.

"Enough of this nonsense!" the leader declared, holding up a fist, "If he's truly no longer inhibited, then what are you holding back for?! Restrain him!"

"Geeah!" Goku had to do a mad dance as several electrified whips lashed at him. He gulped to catch his breath and then laughed. "Hehehe! Still missed me!"

"This is ridiculous!" someone cried, "Take him out!"

Goku yelped again as he felt the air move even harsher than before. Several of them were coming at him now, he could tell by the smell. Goku couldn't help but give a little smile. They'd just made a mistake. He counted his heart beats, moving two parts of his body with each one, air whipping around him like a tornado that was his attackers. They were moving too fast for him to see them, but he knew they were there. And they were being far too mechanical in their attacks for him not to guess where each one would be. Two guards cried out as Goku ducked and they accidentally struck each other.

"Come on then!" the leader shouted, "He's making you look like FOOLS!"

Goku giggled and laughed, but then screamed as the force of a meteorite struck him in the shoulder. His attacker fizzled into existence, frozen in horror as Goku tumbled through the air, his head just barely missing the floor, and hitting the far wall. The proper thing would have been for them to surround him, but instead they just stood there, faces blanketed in worry.

Goku rolled to his knees, the fingers of the opposing hand clutching the shoulder tightly. It had been dislocated and was throbbing with pain. Dammit! Goku thought as he stood up.

He quickly saw what had occurred. His plan had been working perfectly, except that he hadn't considered that the shock and fear he was causing the guards might offset their aim. A blow that had been meant for his head had gone off course and struck him in the left shoulder instead. Goku shut his eyes, hissing through his teeth, and giving a short cry as he forced the bone back into its socket.

I blew it, Goku thought, Looks like I couldn't last even fifteen seconds after all. He looked up at the guard and saw that their resolve had steeled.

"You see?" the leader offered, "Now detain him."

Two guards zipped forward. Goku took a couple heavy breaths and then smiled a little. "Well, I guess there's nothing for it." He slid a foot forward and cocked a hand like a claw. Giving a war cry, he charged right at them.

He had expected them to lock their stance. But instead, they moved back. What? Goku thought as he charged, Why would they move back? Even if they think I can hurt them, they don't look scared.

It was then that the air around him grew hot and gained a strange, distinctive taste. Goku's eyes widened. "DAAAAAAAAH!" he screamed as the pacification field ripped through his body, excruciating pain coursing through his veins as surely as his own energy once had.

Oh yeah… he thought as he tumbled forward, I forgot…that's what happens…when I attack…

There was a thud as he hit the deck and then silence.

(**Scene Break**)

The red spray burned like a volcano as it came up his throat, adding to the already gathering puddle below him. Vegeta gnashed his teeth and hissed, already starting to feel the pressure and sting build in his lungs again. He had to admit, this torment was slightly worse than he'd been prepared for. The pain was expected – his skin taunt from the pressure and bruising from the bursting capillaries. Tears of blood ran from his eyes, blanketing his vision in a crimson film. The wire around his neck was bruising worst of all, his swollen flesh pressing into it. That, he had all been ready for.

But not the constant urge to black out. That was the worst of it. His organs were crushing his lungs, which were constantly filling with blood. It took all he had to just hold on long enough to pull in air and force the foul liquid out. That, and the lack of oxygen was starting to make him delirious. Every once in a while he'd faze into a tunnel vision. He'd look through the haze of red and see his son running ahead of him and laughing.

"Come on, Dad!" the apparition would cry.

Vegeta gnashed his teeth and shook his head violently. "Must…concentrate…!" he gritted. He hauled in a deep breath and gave up a fresh spew of blood.

But even as he commanded this of himself, his oxygen deprived mind only added to the delusion. Trunks stopped running and turned, a smaller figure joining him and taking his hand. The figure turned to look flatly at Vegeta. At first it was a boy much like him with spiky black hair, but it quickly began to morph to different shapes – one moment a girl, another a boy, the features of the face shifting between his and Bulma's, the hair sometimes blue, violet, or black; sometimes short, long, spiky, or flat. The worst part was every once in a while, a bleeding hole would erupt in the child's chest.

"ENOUGH!" Vegeta cried.

Click. Vegeta let out a strangled howl as the wire around his neck suddenly tightened, further constricting his airway. His arms immediately jerked to pull at it, but the glue kept them were they were and only served to make him swing. He gagged and gasped, but forced himself to calm again. Not over yet. Despite this, he could still breathe. His will would not be broken! He would force himself to keep breathing no matter the struggle! Still, this did not bode well. He was running out of time.

Damn you, Kakarot…! he hissed in his mind.

But then, it occurred to him it was a fool's errand to rely entirely on Kakarot. Others had made that mistake and had paid the ultimate price. But he was not them. He was all too aware of Kakarot's shortcomings and he refused to be the victim of them.

There must be more I can do than simply breathing, he thought, lowering his thick brow, Nevrrest was forced to leave me unattended. I will make that yet another of her great mistakes.

Vegeta grunted, carefully twisting his body as to not upset the wire's weight sensor, testing the dexterity of the glue. His eyes shifted back, craning to look at the tubes of poison being fed into his spine. It wouldn't be necessary to keep feeding the stuff into him if this execution could be completed with a single dose. Yes, the answer was clear. If he could manage to remove one of the tubes, it would surely slow the process down.

Of course, that was much easier said than done. At first, he tried to reach it with his arms. It seemed the logical course – the third tube was literally brushing against them. But despite the limited stretch the glue had, his enemies had done their work well. By gluing his forearms together behind him, he had extremely limited range of motion. And his fingers weren't going anywhere. The only thing he succeeded in doing was wiggling the needle inside his spine, which caused him nothing but pain.

Frustrated with the futile effort, Vegeta's temper rose sharply. His heart rate increased with his anger, fueling a world of hurt as his inflated blood vessels throbbed with each pulse. Normally, Vegeta had no issue with his harsh temperament. It had fueled him through many challenges and battles in the past. But in this situation, it was likely going to lead to his death, already feeling the pressure rising in his lungs. His vision blurred and his mind reeled.

"Concentrate!" he commanded himself, once again skirting the edge of unconsciousness. Pulling in as deep a breath as he could manage, he forced the blood from his lungs once again and his fury to calm. "Has to be another way," he hissed. His tail flicked anxiously against his leg.

Vegeta froze, craning his neck against the wire to look down. His tail. Why hadn't he thought of it sooner? Somehow, whoever or whatever was responsible for this infernal glue had partly botched the job on his tail. It wasn't much, but the end of it was still free to move around – capable of gripping an object. And that glue had proven to have some stretch. Maybe, just maybe…

Vegeta's brow narrowed. "No, not maybe. I will!"

His bloodstained teeth clenched, grunting and growling as he heaved his tail upward. The glue stretched against the pull, pain shooting up his spine as he struggled. The needle in question was near the base of his back. He wouldn't have to reach far. And yet, how incredibly far it was. The glue was no joke, he had no doubt that a weaker species like a human wouldn't be able to move against it at all.

What's worse, he was fast beginning to see why his tormentors hadn't considered the loose tail a threat. Though he pulled against the glue with all his might, his tail still wasn't reaching far enough to grasp the tube. With gargled breath he arched his back, trying to give his tail just that much more reach. The goal was but an inch away and still he couldn't reach it. Sweat formed and dripped down Vegeta's forehead. He could feel something inside him pop, pain shooting through his stomach. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he gave a choked roar, the grey and white spots flashing over his vision.

Caught in the thralls of his frustration, he suddenly found himself remembering something Bulma had said to him. It seemed an irrelevant thought, and yet there it was, bursting through the surface of the cloud.

"Vegeta," she said in a veiled manner.

"Hm?" Vegeta stood behind her in one of their dressing rooms. The tattered remains of his blue battle wear hung loosely around his form and she crouched bent over a drawer where she was selecting a fresh set of earth-wear for him to dress in. He could see her frail, human hands gripping the fabric of a shirt, the lines in the folds trembling as she squeezed.

"Don't take this the wrong way…I couldn't be happier about today's victory – that the Earth's back to the way it should be and that you're all home and alive…" She stood up, the shirt dropping to the floor at her feet. He watched her as her shoulder started to shake. "But still…" she growled, her voice reaching a deep whine, "There's something I got to say before anything else happens…"

She turned around and there was a crack! as her hand struck him across the face. Vegeta grunted with surprise and touched his cheek, wondering how her pathetic strikes always managed to sting. Her eyebrows trembled like a mad worm at him, her fists clenched down at her sides against the folds of her dress.

"Rrrr, how COULD YOU VEGETA?!" she cried.

"Ah," Vegeta stirred back.

She grunted angrily and pointed a finger in his face. "How could you mess things up so badly?! Did you stop and think about the consequences for even one second when you pulled that stunt at the tournament?!"

At that the shock drained from his face and he was completely still, his lips flat and drawn. He didn't know what else he had expected.

"Oh," she continued, holding up and waving the finger, "And don't even about using that curse as an excuse! That's right, I know all about it. But did you know you almost killed me cause of it?!"

Vegeta said nothing, but the twinge in his eye said much. He hadn't known that. He had never even thought about the fact that his own wife had been in the stands that day. At the time, he hadn't even cared.

"That's right, genius! You almost killed your own, beautiful wife just 'cause you wanted to beat Goku in a stupid fight! Oh, and that's not even the half of it! Do you have any idea what you put me through?! What you could have done to Trunks?!" She stomped her foot and pulled at her hair. "I know you've always been a selfish asshole, but I still can't wrap my head around it! How could you…how could you do anything so stupid?!"

She hugged herself, her voice lowering a painful notch. "And that's not even the worst of it. You don't know how much it hurt me to see you like that. You don't know…you have no idea what you did…what kind of shame you brought me…!"

That day, he had whispered in her ear words he had never said before. In that moment, he found himself saying another thing he had never expected to say. "…You're right," he plainly answered, "I was wrong. I'm sorry."

He watched the cracks of emotion and shock split across her face and then turned away, having said all he had to say on the matter.

"Now wait just a moment!" she snapped, put her foot down, "I'm not done!" He stopped. She turned away, hugging herself a little tighter. "There's one more thing." She slouched a little and he stood still. "Don't you think you can just go dying on me like that ever again. Even if I could have wished you back without the curse, it…" She shook her head with a ferocity and stubbornness that made him want to make her the proudest woman alive. "It's unacceptable. I won't go through that again. Understand?"

The pain throbbed up and down his body with every heartbeat. Vegeta felt a fresh, hot flow run from his nose. "I…won't…" he suddenly stated. The pain rose through him like a crescendo, but it became instead a battle cry. "I won't…I won't…I won't…I won't…!" His muscles pulsated and teeth gnashed. "I REFUSE A POINTLESS DEATH!"

Even as his breath was choked by a red froth, Vegeta heaved back and forced the last inch, his tail wrapping about the tube and yanking it out. A quick squirt of blood came forth followed by a fast dribble as the needle was removed. But he didn't stop there. In a ferocious moment of inspiration, Vegeta whipped his tail with the momentum of the glue, swinging the sharp needle and cutting a gash through flesh and fabric on his leg. Blood poured freely from the wound and Vegeta heaved a sigh of relief as it ran down his leg and dripped on the floor.

Vegeta smiled through his bloodstained teeth, the tubing and needle lost from his grip and releasing wasted poison into the puddle of blood. "Come on, then," he challenged, as though the situation itself were a foe, "Your move."

AUTHOR NOTE

Over the past year and a half since I started this story, I have gotten many, many comments questioning the events of chapter 3 - the fight between Goku, Vegeta, Trunks, and the Justiciars. These complaints have all been justified and I had to explain myself many times in PM. But no more! All the mistakes I made in chapter 3 have been corrected at last and are available to read!

The events are mainly been the same, but several major fixes have been applied:

- Character dialogue updated to remove any implication that the canon/story characters were weaker than they are.

- Clarification that Vegeta is a SSJ2 and not a SSJ during the fight.

- Unnecessary damage that didn't fit the power levels

- Damage to environment increased!

They'll be more fixes likely added when the final revisions are done to the story after I've completed it, but all the current changes were things that I felt needed to be done so that new readers would no longer be confused.

I'd really appreciate your feedback on these changes if you feel like reading them! Loves to you all, thank you for your continued support. It's what keeps this story going and what helps me make it as best it can be :)