A/N: To that one reviewer that left a big fat chunk of text, thanks for that little wake up call. You're the one who spurred me to update. If you want an explanation for my absence, then just scroll to the bottom. Other than that, let's get right into the story~

"One more!" howled Champa, hunching over. "One more time!"

Vados sighed, exasperated. "Really, Lord Champa, it's truly wonderful that you've become so committed to this but please do not overwork yourself. You don't want all that hard work to go to waste with all those pulled muscles you're bound to get, do you?"

The two were currently occupying a training room which Champa had ordered Vados to create for the purpose of exercising. There were a godly amount of workout equipment inside, including a treadmill which they had gotten from earth. Champa had just finished running for hours on end on that very same treadmill.

"I don't care!" Champa hissed, wiping the sweat on his forehead off with the back of his hand. "That bastard Beerus has been making fun of me again. I'll show him... fucking anorexic dickhead."

"Language, Lord Champa."

"Hrr, shut up, Vados!" His legs wobbled as he stumbled off the treadmill. "I'm hungry. Make me a snack."

But Vados shook her head. "No snacks for you, Lord Champa." She produced a green smoothie which she had kept in her staff dimension. "And before you start complaining, it was you who ordered me to put you on a strict diet."

"But I - "

"Eating twenty nine pork chops instead of thirty does not count as dieting, Lord Champa."

"Vados - "

"Neither is drinking two of earth's 'Coca-Cola's instead of three."

"JUST LET ME SPEAK, DAMMIT!" Huffing, he snatched the smoothie from Vados and started slurping it, his nose scrunching in disgust as if he had just swallowed an expired cube of cheese.

"Did you have something to say, Lord?"

Champa spluttered before glaring angrily at Vados. "Now look what you've made me do! I forgot what I was going to say." Suddenly, Champa clutched his heart. "V-Vados..."

Vados instantly straightened, ignoring the tugging feeling she felt in her navel. Her eyes widened in alarm. Though it seemed like Champa was entering cardiac arrest, Vados knew that this wasn't the case. All she could do was curse their own foolishness as Champa convulsed one last time and she entered her sleep mode, frozen until the next God of Destruction took Champa's place.

Behind their backs, while they were busy obsessing over Champa's new diet, the Supreme Kai of Universe 6 had been killed.

Light years away, in a world once sacred, the decapitated head of Supreme Kai Fuwa rolled on the ground before coming to a stop as a result of friction. A black sludge enveloped the head, devouring the remaining flesh until only a skull remained. A few yards away lay the skeleton Fuwa's attendant, still donned in his maroon and purple gi, his tall hat tucked underneath his remains.

"Too easy," Kafara snorted. "What were they thinking, life linking the God of Destruction with a weakling like him?" She flicked her wrist and the black sludge returned to her body. A glow surrounded her as refreshing godly energy filled her body, extracted from the dead Kais.

Then she was gone, as if she had never been.

But the skeletons of two Kais told otherwise.

Son Goku was not the type of person to plan things methodically. He was the type that relied solely on his battle instinct and charged in guns blazing. So when his hand was forced to take a more methodical approach, one might say he was far, far away from his comfort zone.

While he preferred a direct confrontation with the demon woman, that kind of approach would risk the safety of Caulifla and Renso, both of whom Kafara undoubtedly still had in her clutches. The only positive outlook in this situation was that Kafara was hopefully honorable enough to uphold her end of the deal and free Renso.

But being the simple man he was, Goku quickly came up with an equally simple solution.

"Why don't we just ask her if we can come aboard her ship?"

After scouting, Goku had discovered said ship a few hours ago, and though there were chi blockers fixed onto the vehicle preventing him from sensing any energy, he knew by instinct that it was occupied by many, many lifeforms.

"And why would she do that?" voiced Cabba.

They were currently sitting around the kitchen table, working out a rescue plan.

"She said it would be best if I was there too," Goku pointed out, recalling the woman's wicked smile.

"Um," Kale said. "A-are you sure...? What if we lose you too? Isn't there a better plan?"

"At this point, no," Cabba sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Goku's plan is simple and full of holes but probably the most sound we have so far. If we're going to go through with it, then we should go immediately."

"Wait," Goku interrupted. "You two don't need to put yourself in danger like this. Kafara's not after you - only me. I'm going to be honest with you, I doubt that you'll be much help if you come. She'll hurt you."

"But Caulifla," Kale protested weakly. "I-I want to see her too..."

Cabba exhaled and leaned back, obviously frustrated at what Goku pointed out. The older saiyan was right: they wouldn't be much help at all if they were to follow Goku to Kafara's ship. Still, there had to be a different way to help Caulifla and Goku. Pulling strings from the sidelines was just as important.

"I have a friend who might be able to help," Cabba murmured, eyeing the evidence they had collected on the table. "Kale, you should come with me. If Kafara's out there, she might use you as whatever leverage for Caulifla."

"A-ah, okay."

"Her ship is really big," Goku noted. "If I fly high enough I'll be able to see it." He raised two fingers to his forehead in preparation of instant transmission. While he could not sense the lifeforms in the ship, he could afford a few guesses. "Good luck, you guys."

"You too."

Cabba watched her eye twitch in consideration as she chewed her pen. Behind him, Kale was lingering, fidgeting nervously. Which was understandable considering that they were in the presence of one of the sharpest minds to ever grace Planet Sadala with her gifts.

"What's in it for me?" she inquired, not breaking gaze with him. "Is there any money involved?"

"... No. But please, Raidashi, if you could discover more about Kafara's origins then they might be a great help." He tried to shove the ash-stained kettle into her arms but she dodged him.

"Ahh..." Raidashi rubbed her temples before pushing her glasses up. "You're lucky that my loyalties don't lie with the Kafara Empire, even if the King's does. Pass it. I expect some sort of repayment later, okay? But don't expect me to get back to you soon either. I have other things to be working on."

Cabba nodded. "Thank you."

"Whatever." Raidashi's brows knitted together. "Just be careful, okay? There's not a person in the universe who hasn't heard of Kafara by now. She's dangerous and sure as hell bad news. If you're going to stand up to her, you'd better be well equipped."

"What about you? Won't you stand up to her too?" Cabba inquired.

Raidaishi chuckled. "Me? Hell no. I value my life, thank you very much. I've never been a fighter, Cabba, you of all people should know that. You may like being on the front lines but... not everyone's like you. For me, I'd rather stick to the sidelines and see what kind of strings I can pull from there." She gave him and Kale a two fingered salute. "Like I said, stay safe. Please," she added as an afterthought.

"Thanks again. Come on, Kale."

"Lady Kafara." The guard bowed on one knee before her before rising. "There's a visitor who demands your presence."

"Oho?" Kafara melted into view from the shadows. "And just who might this visitor be?" She licked her lips. "From what I'm sensing, it feels like a certain Son Goku."

"Er, yes," said the guard. "That was what he introduced himself as."

"Thank you for informing me." Elegantly, Kafara made her way to the door. "Oh, and one last thing."

"Yes, my lady?"

"I apologize. But I cannot count on a grunt like you keeping your mouth shut about whatever that blasted saiyan has told you."

In the blink of an eye, the guard was dead, a finger beam piercing the area where his heart was located. The organ itself had likely exploded on impact. What was worse was that death was not immediate. Kafara regarded the dying soldier for a moment before a dark hole appeared beneath his bleeding, broken body. He disappeared into Kafara's pocket dimension just as the opening closed.

"Son Goku!" Kafara boomed as she found herself outside the ship using her instantaneous movement. "I've been expecting you. I suppose you're out here wanting access to my ship?"

The saiyan in question tilted his head, smirking ever so slightly. "How did you guess?"

"It wasn't difficult. Welcome to my ship, saiyan." She appeared next to him and touched his shoulder before zipping back to the interiors of her ship. "What do you think?"

"Nice place." He tapped the wall with one knuckle. "Why can't I sense any chi from outside?"

"Chi blockers." Her eyes gleamed. "Technology can do wondrous things, can't it?"

Goku wavered, unsure whether to agree or not. While he gladly wanted to cut to the chase, perhaps he should continue grooming Kafara's mood. "It can," he agreed, wanting her off his back. "Kafara. What did you do with Caulifla?"

"... So blunt. I guess even someone as patient as you can have that patience worn thin when your loved ones are on the line. Did you only come for her?"

"Yeah. Problem?"

"Yes, there is a problem," Kafara said, frowning. She curled around Goku, her body practically liquid as she did so. "You see, saiyan, I have business with Caulifla. However, I am willing to accept a compromise."

What kind of compromise? He voiced his thoughts and Kafara chuckled, as if it were the funniest question in the world.

"I will return Caulifla to you," she began, hints of wicked amusement gleaming in her dark eyes. Her skin, white as bone, was cold against the fabric of his gi. "As a substitute for yourself. I am in need of a body like yours for my own reasons." She held up three fingers. "She will be returned to you in three days. Until then, you will stay in my ship as a guest. Then you will surrender yourself to me."

Ah, the ultimate ultimatum. Would you give yourself up for the love of your life? Lesser men would have walked away by now. But Goku was no man. He was a saiyan - one that had died many times and had more than enough near-death incidents to fear the concept. Goku had supped on death.

And now he was not afraid.

"Deal."

Kafara held out her hand, baring her fangs in a toothy grin. "Wise choice."

But Goku didn't take it. "But if I'm going to give myself up anyway, why the three days?"

The woman didn't waver. Instead, she only grew more flippant, if that was even possible. "Think of it as a... mandatory cooling off period. Then she will be freed and you will take her place as per our agreement." She twitched her hand, black flame dancing on her pale fingertips. "Now do we have a deal or not?"

Goku lifted his hand.

"If you're going to attack me, you're an idiot," Kafara said bluntly. "You may have me overpowered at this stage but I have the power to kill Caulifla just by willing it."

"Wasn't planning to," Goku countered. "Just thought we should shake on it."

She smirked. "Heh." Their hands met, their fingers intertwining. Kafara's eyes gleamed. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you, Son Goku. I'm relying on your saiyan honor. Feel free to explore my ship. I'll have someone show you to your room."

"Great."

And then she was gone, using her instantaneous movement to vanish as quickly as she had come.

"New mission for you, Captain," Petra squawked as she entered Chaya's quarters. "I ran into Lady Kafara down the hall and she told me she updated your assignment list."

"Thank you Petra," Chaya said shortly. "And please, do knock next time."

Petra flushed. "A-ah, apologies, sir."

"Whatever. Now get out."

Once Petra had scurried off to do whatever Petra did, Chaya called out, "Computer: Display my assignments."

"Assignments displayed," the pleasant female voice of the computer replied. A hologram in the middle of the room, indeed displaying Chaya's assignments in alien writing.

"You're kidding," Chaya deadpanned when she read her new mission. "Escort Son Goku to his room...? Computer: Display any available information about Son Goku."

The computer buffered for a few seconds before saying, "Son Goku: Registered as a guest upon the ship. Species: Saiyan."

"What about power level?" Chaya prompted. "Do I have to put a band around his neck too?"

"Power level: Unavailable."

Chaya cursed softly. Well, if Kafara wanted something, she would have to do it for her. Even if it was a task as tedious as "Escort Son Goku to his room".

Soon, she found herself walking down those familiar winding halls, following the computer's directions to Goku's current location until a saiyan with palm-shaped hair appeared in her line of vision.

"Are you Son Goku?" she inquired.

"Yep. And you?"

Chaya didn't let her surprise show. "Chaya."

There was a knowing gleam in his eyes that disturbed her; shook her; but she didn't let her uneasiness show. She would not show weakness in front of this male. So she stiffly continued, "I've been assigned to escort you to your room. Please follow me."

"Lead the way."

As they walked, Chaya's hope of the journey being a quiet one was dashed.

"Say... you're a saiyan too, right?"

"... Yes."

"Cool! Does that mean you can also turn super saiyan?"

Super saiyan? The fuck's a super saiyan? "What?"

His excitement died down. "I guess not then."

"What is this super saiyan you speak of?" Chaya demanded. "I've never heard of such a thing."

"Huh? Don't the saiyans over here have a legend about the super saiyan too?"

Chaya scowled. "I did not grow up with the saiyans. I know nothing about saiyan society or culture. I may be a saiyan, Son Goku, but I could not be any further from one. I've lived on this ship almost my entire life."

She didn't know what she was expecting from him, but she certainly wasn't expecting him to smile.

"Hey, you're just like me then. I never grew up on Planet Vegeta either. I was sent to Earth as a baby and lived there ever since."

"Planet Vegeta?" Chaya echoed as they neared Goku's room, room 1408. "I was under the impression that the home world of the saiyans was called Planet Sadala, not Planet Vegeta."

Goku didn't answer immediately. When he did, it was only one word, "Right."

What is he hiding from me?

"Here," Chaya said gruffly. "And try not to cause any trouble while you're here. I don't know what the hell Kafara wants with you but I won't tolerate any bullshit from you. I don't care if you are a saiyan or not. Try anything and you'll be hurt."

"I dunno... Kafara might not appreciate it," he pointed out.

Kafara can go shove a stick up her ass. If he hurts the kids, I swear I'll...! "I'm sure she won't mind if I bruise you up a bit."

To her ire, he didn't seem alarmed at all. He looked more amused than anything else. Smug bastard! She tried to get a reading on his power level but she could tell that it was suppressed greatly. Surely this saiyan couldn't possibly have a mere 90 as a power level?

"Thanks for showing me here," Goku said. "Uh, how do I open the door?"

"Put your thumb on the scanner. The Computer already has you registered so it should respond."

"Okay, thanks. I'll see you around!"

Chaya grimaced. She really didn't want to be seeing him around. So she scoffed and whirled, stalking down the hallways and back to her quarters.

Caulifla opened her eyes. All there was was green. Again. Her head throbbed but she couldn't groan - there was some kind of mask attached to her face. This situation was definitely familiar, she decided.

"Do you think she can contain it? She doesn't look that strong to me..."

"That's because she's wearing the collar. I'm sure her power level's pretty high. Why else would Lady Kafara pick her?"

"I guess."

Suddenly, a furry face obscured her view. Caulifla's eyes widened in surprise but otherwise didn't react. The face shrunk until it was normal sized, the owner having leaned back.

"Damn, Squad Leader, you sure gave her a scare!" one of the scientists chuckled.

"Quiet, Moblit."

"Sorry."

An Arlokian sighed. "I'm pretty tired of waiting. When is Lady Kafara going to let us start?"

"In due time," the Squad Leader, a zoorian if Caulifla wasn't mistaken, said. "I'm sure we'll be starting soon."

"Indeed you will."

And then she appeared. That wicked, unnatural woman with the toothy smile. For the first time since she awoke, she began to struggle.

"Shit! Her heart rate's off the roof! Use morphine now, Squad Leader? Lady Kafara?"

But Kafara only held up one hand. "No morphine will be required. She'll calm down soon enough. I want you to start the experiments now." She opened up her pocket dimension with one flick of a wrist, an action that Caulifla had seen many times in her short lifetime. A vial of something was lifted out of the dimension and given to the Squad Leader, who held it with great care.

"We'll do our best, Lady," Squad Leader said solemnly, bowing her head. "But there are no guarantees that she will survive. Even if we manage to successfully force this... god chi...? into her, there will likely be long term effects and she might not survive for long after that."

"That doesn't matter," Kafara said curtly, getting more impatient. "I don't need her to survive. My body cannot contain such raw energy, but she..." Her eyes shifted to Caulifla and the saiyan shivered, feeling her skin burn from Kafara's gaze despite the cold, green fluid she was suspended in. "She is able. She will be able to condense it to the point where I am able to contain it as well." Kafara neared the tube Caulifla was inside, stroking the glass. "You're a wonderful being, Caulifla... I'm so excited for what comes next. What about you?"

If Caulifla's limbs didn't feel so heavy, she would have certainly flipped the woman off.

Kafara moved back. "Go and do your work, Head Technician Niifa. I expect results within three days."

"Three days?! With all due respect, my lady, but those time constraints are - "

"Three days, no more and no less. And do not raise your voice at me again or I will have your head."

"... Yes, my lady."

And then she was gone, disappearing into thin air.

Taking in a deep breath, Niifa sighed. "Release her, Moblit; Benzert; Muto. It's time to begin."

"Yes, Squad Leader."

As they took the tube from its place, with Caulifla still inside it, Niifa leaned into the glass again, her eyes filled with regret. "I'm sorry for this, but it will hurt. You will experience the most pain ever imaginable. Prepare yourself, comrade."

I am not your comrade.

The green fluid began to drain away. Caulifla closed her eyes as she let it drain, suddenly feeling the wires hooked up to her a lot more. Her neck throbbed from the band that snaked around it.

Soon, Caulifla stood completely naked, the wires having retracted to wherever they came from in the tube. The oxygen mask was removed from her face.

The scientists stood back.

Caulifla opened her eyes.

A/N: Oh boy, here we go. After nearly a month with no activity, I'm back. I'm currently in the midst of studying and doing my final exams, which has been extremely time consuming. I've only been able to update Kindergarten Bully as a form of stress relief. Yes, I'm giving excuses, because, to be frank, I have some to give. I've still got more exams to look forward to as well as some other issues. I've also entered a course for Extension Mathematics outside of school to help me prepare with what I have to face next year in Year 11.

My mother was also diagnosed with high cholesterol, high blood pressure and fatty liver. I'm currently trying to help her lose weight so her health can finally stabilize. I'm trying to get together a diet and exercise program for her as well as try to restrain her from eating so many snacks (heh, did you see the beginning of this chapter? Guess you know where that came from).

I'll try to get the next chapter up earlier but there are no promises.

And finally, the most pathetic reason I have for the long wait is because I simply didn't know how to go about writing this chapter and suffered from immense writer's block.

During Goku's three day stay, we'll finally get to see where the OCs from the hated chapter 20 come into the story. Yes, I'm aware that not everyone thinks OCs are the bomb dot com like me, but I'm not taking them out. They will still be in the story no matter how much people gripe about it.

Oh, and did you catch the last detail?

Yes, Cauli was naked all along ;)

If you're still reading, thanks a lot for sticking with me.