(Currently In Universe 6 Planet Sadala, Near The Castle Gate's Frontier. . .)

Ashen smoke and debris rise with the smoldering winds and blacken the clouds from above and obscure the sun from shining its rays of light. Darkness shrouded the now crushed city that once was a lively street not even a few days ago; the only source of light being emitted being a dim one that was anything but good natured. But from that light you can faintly notice the numerous destroyed buildings, cracked streets or roads, and the countless innocent bodies that were laid across the pavement. . .some passing way before their time. However, from one point of the city that was fairing better than the rest, the castle of King Sadala himself was currently heavily guarded while housing as many of the citizens as they could. Despite the considerable damage done to the structural integrity of the building, it was nearly packed to the brim; not including the soldiers who were currently combating the threat on the front lines. . .

The mere sight alone was enough to make even the stoic and stone King grim at the current situation. At first they were caught off guard which wouldn't be the first time from an unknown enemy or any of their nemeses that wanted to eradicate every trace of his kingdom. And sure. . .they were powerful individuals to rival that of his average soldier if not surpass them. But the main issue was neither of those. . .in fact it was the sheer amount of those things that they were dealing with. They deal with one horde and all of the sudden they have to deal with another three back to back. The cycle would only repeat, close to the point that his soldiers are getting tired and their numbers slowly dwindle thus increasing an already noticeable gap. He grunted in a bit of frustration, asking himself, "It's almost like they are multiplying infinitely. . .was this part of their strategy?"

It wouldn't be a stretch but at the moment, pondering on that would do them no good. Right now he had to focus on how to minimize casualties long enough for help to arrive. Something that really spoke volumes about how desperate he was becoming as he was relying on the rumors of Saiyans who existed in another universe to be as strong as Cabba said they were. Prideful as he may be, he really couldn't help but hope for that to be the case despite disliking the fact he needed to accept help to begin with, let alone from their rival universe. That and—

"Father. . .," A voice filled his ears and halted his thoughts into a complete stop.

Sternly, he darted his eyes towards the source of the voice and found himself in front of his eldest son who matched his demeanor with one of his own. It was a trait they both shared so commonly that from first glance between the two would give away the fact that they were in fact related to each other. His eyes wandered and examined his current condition from head to toe. Scrapes and cuts covering his body with fresh dried up blood, tears in his sash as well as small cracks in his armor that has yet to be changed since this atrocity as started, and the only thing indicating that he was in good health was eyes that showed that he was still mentally and even physically fine. Something that he expected from a son that was so much like him.

"What is it, Okara?" King Sadala gruntled in disinterest.

The right of Okara's eye twitched a bit before kneeling before his father and answering, "The southern rear of the castle's fortified walls are now clear of the enemy forces. We seem to be safe for now and—"

"Okara, unless I get news that all enemy forces oppressing our planet have been eliminated then restrain yourself from spouting out the euphemistic reports. . .," the King interrupted before turning his body to face his kneeling before him with his head down, "Now tell me, how many of our people have been sent into the abyss this time?"

His cold tone that filled his voice sent chills down Okara's spine despite how calm the king was being. But that was to be expected of someone of his stature. His father always seemed like a person of few words yet his strict pride and work ethic was unmatched, unparallelled. . .unrivaled. There always seemed to be a hint of competitiveness in whatever he did whether it was a simple game to a full-scale war. One would think that such a mindset would be the very thing that would have caused the extinction of their race years ago, however, there was one thing that set a nice, thin line that he would never cross. He just didn't quite understand it.

Holding the urge to sigh, he responded with his head still facing the dismarveled floor of cracked concrete, "15 injuries. . .half of them being civilians along with 75 casualties and still countin—" Before he could finish his sentence, a heavy weight seemed to press against his body while more cracks formulated beneath his feet from the silent yet explosive flare of his father's enormous power. He didn't have to look at his face to tell he was displeased yet he still held a nearly unreadable expression on his face.

"Another loss?" The king questioned with laced frustration, "Don't come to me and try to mince the situation from what it really is, Okara. As a future king of this race of warriors, you must look at reality instead of vague fantasies. The enemy has been pushed back yet they managed to still hinder our forces once again. Even you, as young as you may be, have to realize that their endless supply of their own forces is being abused in order to hinder our own?"

Okara remained silent as he felt his father's scornful glare. Although, thankfully for him, the suffocating pressure settled down as the King turned to face the ruins of parts of his kingdom. The older prince swallowed his pride and contemplated on the lack of insight he had, the thoughts nearly blocking out the sound of his father's next orders that came out as cold and harsh as it could be, "I expect great things from you, Okara. You have charisma, charm, power, leadership, and the mental aptitude of a king. However, ask yourself this. . .are you seeking this because it's your birthright? Your destiny? Or rather, do you seek the throne because you understand what makes a king, a king in the first place?"

There it was, the same question that was asked of him multiple times over. And instead of outright telling him, he simply tried to elude him into the direction of the answer he "needed". That was what infuriated the prince about his father. Vague to the end he supposed. That said and stubborn to speak out on his feelings as if it were an act that would only earn him more scorn, the prince remained silent once more. All the while the King sighed in a sense of deja vu before continuing.

"Fine. . ., now I have another task for you," King Sadala said, causing his son to perk his head up to listen closely while his eyes bore into his father's back, "Take the underground passage of the castle and head to the northern sector in order to pick up the emergency rations from the storage house. There has been word that it has been untouched due to the residents there evacuating before they would attack. You are allowed up to a squad of 4. Keep contact with the enemy minimal and return with about 30% of the house's supplies. Understood?"

Okara frowned a bit at the details of the mission at hand, "A cargo mission. . .tch, how. . ." He bit his lip, his fist shaking at how underwhelming the mission was to someone of his status. Normally, his father would task him with the more dangerous missions that would often lead him into battle. Not once did he hesitate for those sorts of missions but now. . .

"Understood. . ." Okara replied calmly. The young prince stood up from his feet and bowed before leaving his father to return to his personal thoughts as he went to go take care of his personal task.

Silence washed over the King once more as he took in a breath until he heard the sound of another familiar voice, "Boy, you two sure are father and son, aren't yah?" His eyebrow twitched at the remark that truly reflected sarcasm. The sounds of footsteps approaching from behind made it even more obvious as to who it was and he was beginning to wonder if anyone would be able to leave him alone just for a day at least. Nevertheless, as the man similar to his age stopped and stood next to him to face the landscape, he merely grunted to reflect his feelings.

"Of course, but I can't say the same for you and your sister, Renzo," He said with venom.

"Harsh. . ." Renzo winced though his king really was merciless by nature, "You know, Caulifla wasn't always the way she was. She's just coping in her own way."

"Yes, yes, and considering I have to deal with her consequences because her brother can't seem to grow a pair is part of it," King Sadala added.

That part really hit close to him and spoke volumes of Renzo's "elder brother" skill. With no words to deny those accusations, he simply scratched his head in defeat, "Okay, guess I watch what I say next time. But, seriously, sending him out to the northern sector outside of the city? Don't you think that's a bit risky considering his tendencies?"

"Perhaps, but it isn't like he has the inability to make decisions on his own," he responded with certainty, "That and this mission should have a low-confrontation rate. Knowing the boy, he'll end this quickly and return back with the supplies. That is the most important priority right now since the castle's food supplies aren't sufficient enough to sustain the soldiers and citizens in time of war."

"I suppose you're right. . ." Renzo noted with a pause at a single thought, "But, we don't know enough about what's going on outside the capital. Reports say that less fortified areas have all nearly been wiped out or are on the verge of. Do you really think this was the right choice?"

Frowning, the King continued to view until the edge of the horizon, Renzo's words obviously having some truth in them. As capable as he may be, even dealing with a couple of them on his own proved challenging enough as well as Okara. But unlike him, Okara was just as reckless as a fool if he were backed into a corner. Something that could prove detrimental in a cargo import mission into the unknown. Knowing this he let out a sigh since he typically wasn't one to seek for such a thing when put into a situation like this, "I don't know but all I can do is hope. But, something still bothers me. . ." Slightly shocked, Renzo stood in silence before letting out an amused chuckle.

"I didn't expect you to be a doting father. . ." Renzo noted.

Grunting in his own amusement, King Sadala shrugged off the tease from his old friend and retorted with a hinted smirk, "Shut up, you doting brother."


(Forwarding To Northern Sector Of Planet Sadala's Kingdom, Within The Towns Area. . .)

Silence. No. . .more like an eerily silence that accompanied the slightly destroyed town that was devoid of people. Shops were just about empty with the products still left on the shelves in order to reflect how much of a hurry the citizens were in to evacuate. Several doors were left wide open for the wind to push and play against as they accompanied the dreadful calmness with the sounds of creaks. That along with the creeping darkness that loomed over the planet made the perfect description for a ghost town if one might add. However, that sound was joined by the sound of a hatch that led to the sewers, sliding against the concrete dirt road until it was wide enough. Cautiously but with speed, several individuals climbed from below the sewers and rose out to stand within what seemed to be the middle of the city. One being the esteemed prince himself with several Saiyan soldiers that were hand picked by him. He looked around, taking in his surroundings before impassively looking down at the coordinates that he was given as his company talked among themselves.

"Hell. . .this gotta be one of the creepiest jobs I've been in," One soldier pointed out as he walked over to poke the glass window of what seemed to be cracked all over with an intact yet haunted looking doll on the other end.

Though, just before his finger could touch the glass, a rougher and older sounding soldier called out to him, "Quit fooling around, boy! We gotta move fast and be alert! We don't know if one of those things may be lingering around here!" The youthful soldier shivered from the scolding and quickly scooted his way back into the ground.

"So-sorry, it won't happen again sir!" He apologized.

The older soldier simply grunted while another one was patting the young lad's shoulder with his glasses obscuring his obsidian eyes, "Don't sweat it, Sabi. Gula here is always serious and strict since he's an old war veteran and all. I heard new recruits like you are easy pickings for him."

"Erkin's right" The other Saiyan agreed, his eyes looking as lazy as they could before yawning, "Be glad this is your first day on this team, otherwise, he'll chew you out harde—Awaahhhhhhh" He yawned again, this time being louder and enough to make the old veteran's eye twitch. But just before he could say something, their leader had finished deciphering where to go from here.

"No more chatter," Okara calmly demanded, "Follow my lead and be on the lookout for the enemy forces. If you spot anything suspicious, notify the rest of the group and we'll take advantage of the buildings for cover. Our only objective is to retrieve the goods from the storage house and bring them back with us for resupply. If it comes down to it, I prohibit full confrontations only when it isn't avoidable. Understood?"

There wasn't a single hesitation between them as they all silently nodded. Not even a single question or complaint was added. Something to expect from men who were chosen by Okara himself. Gula, Sabi, Erkin, and Mayze. These four personalities didn't necessarily work well with each other and even with him. But this was the squad he had the most relations and success with whenever he was given assignments to deal with other tasks that require a smaller group. Especially all aside from Gula trained alongside him throughout his rise to the top.

That said, the group began to make their move down the street before turning into an alleyway within the town to get into some cover early. Trusting reports as to what they say is foolish in his book. For all they know, one of the enemy forces could be hovering above the sky right now. So taking their chances on staying in the broad view was a big no in his opinion. . .despite how much he wanted to destroy them. Even though as confident as he was in his own strength to take care of several of them on his own, he knew that it'd be a problem if they somehow swarmed them from all directions with no room to escape. At that point. . .they might as well offer their heads and repent for being foolish. But still, that thought alone brought back the questioning words that his father said and the mere thought of it made his face churn in frustration as he led his men out of the alleyways and down dirt street before turning into another alley. That damn question. . .

He felt like he wanted to destroy this planet sometimes every time he heard it. What was the answer he needed aside from him claiming what he rightfully worked for? All his life he's devoted to learning military tactics, establishing himself as a capable leader, combat training, and most of all, someone who is the spitting image of a king. However, even after all that, his father who he imitated his image on and projected it onto himself still had doubts about him. And for what? That he had no clue but as of now, even that image is starting to crumble from the weight of such an overwhelming number of enemies. There was no denying that. Hiding behind the walls of a fortified fort while those things run free throughout their planet with genocidal intent was the closest thing to being a coward. He grunted internally as he knew the reason behind those actions, "Because he has hope. . .?" If he weren't on a mission right now, he'd have scoffed at the feeble appeasement of dread.

Hope? Hope because his younger, inferior brother who hasn't amounted or contributed to anything other than getting a few training sessions in a week is returning to join them? All because he may have potentially achieved that "Super Saiyan" power that Cabba was revered for? What good is waiting for them to arrive later going to do for them now when their morale has been shot down to Earth with little will to actually fight back. If he were just king, he would never let the Saiyan race, a warrior race full of pride and battle hunger, to sit around and wait for their deaths. He'd rather die fighting on terms befitting a Saiyan. If only he were king. . .he could make it so and protect the integrity of Saiyan Pride. His grip on the piece of paper tightened before glancing up at the exit of the second alley. . .an exit that was just out of one darkness and into another. Though, as the group passed through, they found themselves standing in front of their objective; a large looking warehouse that stood among the smaller structures. It looked dark inside, given that the whole planet was in a crisis so that was expected, but oddly enough, he couldn't shake a feeling that had been gnawing at him. Why was this place, of all places, still intact and unabandoned? Wouldn't the citizens who were leaving ransack the place beforehand? Or were they valuing their own lives at the moment instead of planning for the future though it didn't go as far to say that they wouldn't have simply hunted some of the wild life for food. That was one thing that Saiyans were especially good at. But he put those questions to the side for now and focused on the mission before waving a gesture.

"Sabi, Erkins, open the hatch and do it quietly," Okara ordered.

With a salute, they both nodded, "Yes sir." The two walked forward with a bit of haste and bent down before slowly opening the large door of the warehouse. With a small emission of their Ki, the two Saiyan soldiers flew up slowly so that the hatch would slam at the top. The interior revealed itself little by little, unraveling the multiple loads of crates that housed stored frozen food and even extra necessities such as brand new sheets, fresh water stored in bottles, and even some luxuries like fine wine that typically only the wealthy could enjoy. Once the sound of the hatch locking itself at the top made a quiet echo, the two younger Saiyan soldiers flew down and landed side by side next to Okara as they took in the interior as well.

"Wow, looks like intel was right. Look at all these supplies," Erkins commented.

In agreement, Mayze added, "Yeah, looks like we'll be in a good spot for a bit in terms of food. At least we'll be getting seconds tonight if things run smoothly." Hearing this, Okara blankly looked over at Gula, his veteran and second-in-command during this exhibition before nodding. Understanding what the Saiyan Prince was hinting, he pointed forward and began instruction.

"There's no time for diddle-dallying!" He said, his feet already moving forward in order to get to work, "Since the machinery will draw too much attention, we'll have to transport the cargo by foot between the five of us."

"Roger that, come on, the faster we get this done the more time to sleep before the next attack," Mayze agreed.

Surely, enough, Okara watched his men get to work to gather up the most needed supplies, bundling them together with extra string that was brought along. For being members of a warrior race, especially of their caliber to be hand chosen by him, they would have no trouble at all to carry even large loads with their only limitations being the amount of hands they have. However, he couldn't shake that feeling, his eyes reflecting his emotions vividly as he thought to himself, "Things were going a little too smoothly. . ." It wasn't like he didn't mind non-problematic missions. In fact, with something like this, he'd prefer things to run and go as planned than get into confrontation if it were to adhere to his father's wishes. The issue was. . .

Those types of things never seem to happen. That fact was as evident as it may be with all of his missions. . .Knowing that, he wasn't naive enough to assume things to go as planned but he still had trouble with one thing. When will they strike? If this were a trap, they would have ambushed them at any time before they even reached the checkpoint. In fact, when they exited and surfaced through underground in the middle of the town, that was the perfect time for them to strike. Granted, those things weren't that organized as a true army, their combat habits and styles being that of the most simplistic form of aggression; Kill whatever is in front of you with absolute force. Though, he had a feeling there had to be some sort of mastermind behind this all. Someone working within the shadows and watching the constant fighting for their lives from afar as if this were a play. The thought alone made him want to find that person and tear out his eyes but as of now, all he can do is internally grunt.

"Damn it. . ., if only father would go on the offensive then we wou—!" Okara quietly muttered, his sentence stopping dead in its tracks. He wasn't sure this was some sort of case of bad luck or repetitive cycle that seemed to only apply to him, however, his eyes slowly widened slightly with shock as he felt his Saiyan instincts tingle. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up before finally noticing the ominous odyssey among them. A barren and free hanger of untouched supplies. A silent city with no one around that had a connected underground passage? The fact that things were running smooth all the way to the checkpoint? He suspected it but he couldn't believe him and. . .his father was this naive. He couldn't muster up an answer to that, his eyes staring into eyes that he could clearly recognize. Those completely gold yet unholy eyes that hid itself within the darkness above among various others. At that moment, everything became obviously apparent. . .This was a trap. A well-planned one at that. . .

With quick thinking upon this realization, Okara hissed before warning with authority, "Abandon the hanger, we got hostiles!" For only a fraction of a second, his soldiers who were oblivious to what was going on all tensed at the sound of his voice. However, as soon as they showed a sign of response, a light began to slowly envelop the building while Okara began to leap away from already knowing what was about to happen. Things felt as though they were moving in slow motion from the clear signs of panic to the ever growing reveal of countless, energy-like spears falling from above onto the group of Saiyans who quickly moved their feet towards the exit. The sudden shift from ease and relaxation to full on battle mode all before the white flash of light enveloped a good chunk of the area before—

*BOOOM!*

In a fraction of a second, the light bursted into an explosion grand enough to send shockwaves rippling throughout the city, some even slicing through already damaged buildings and sending them to a crumbling demise. The ground vibrated along with the sky while the partially scorched trees were forcefully shedding their leaves from the immense force. In time, the raging destruction settled down into a foggy smoke that covered the streets. Although, despite things being unclear for the naked eye, Okara seemed to be the first to leap out of the dust and into the air only to be followed by his faithful men that were only partially damaged by the surprise attack. It was a good thing they were all competent enough to react to his command almost immediately and without question. Though still, to be caught off-guard like that really got under his skin despite his outwardly expression, "Tch, should have known it was all too good to be true."

"Yeah, but thanks for the heads up, Prince Okara," Gula nodded, "We most certainly would have died if you were a second late."

Despite the gratitude, Okara's eyes stayed glued onto what was beneath them, the smoke clearing to reveal more of those things with their spears ready in hand. From what he could tell, they were outnumbered 6:1 exactly. A fact that earned a bit of worry from Sabi, "Heheh, that's a bit much, right?"

"I mean, of course. It's 30 versus 5," Mayze pointed out in a matter-a-fact tone.

"And it's not like we can escape safely if we fly back since we'll run into the high-risk of running into more. Best case scenario is for us to make it back underground without being followed. . ." Erkins deduced before adding as he looked at their commanding prince, "What do you think we should do?"

Okara didn't even hesitate. He already knew that there was only one option now that their plans have been foiled and they are currently being swarmed. At that thought, the words and warning of his father repeated in his head. However, instead of making him cautious, he decided to act upon his own, his teeth grinding against each other as he ordered, "What else? We'll fight our way through! Follow my lead!" In that moment of strife, the Saiyan prince gallantly flared his Ki and charged into the fray head first as his men behind looked at each other and nodded with full encouragement of his decision. Leading the charge, Okara steeled himself as he watched those creatures begin to hold up their spears. Through experience alone, he knew what was going to happen next before they could make the action as without even a slight pause in hesitation, his adversaries hurled those destructive projectiles at them.

From the distance between them, his eyes reflected the numerous flying projectiles as though they were flickering lights waiting to diminish or explode upon contact. With his Saiyan-like thoughts that ran through his head without stops, he thrusted his hand forward and unleashed a counter attack of rapid Ki-blast. Seeing this, his men followed suit, each one unleashing more volleys of their own in order to intercept the enemy, the sky being littered with streams of gold and bluish white Ki lines before colliding into a series of explosions that obscured the sky and shook the city below. The cloud of smoke began to descend to cover the buildings with more ash as silence washed over the area as the group of invading creatures seemed to wait for a sign of their prey. Though in just mere moments, a blur flew past the majority of them before any of them could react. However, in that time span, one of them could feel themselves getting grabbed by the face as fierce onyx eyes stared back at it as the light began to grow brighter before suddenly. . .

"Begone. . ." Okara muttered dangerously, his blast unleashing a large torrent of energy that not only disintegrated the creature but sent the other creatures scattering about. Though, as planned by the prince, his fellow soldiers took the opening and unleashed several sharp beams that acted as lances at them. Being caught off guard, they managed to pierce multiple of them with their sharpened projectiles before flying past them to reach the ground. Each of them touched Earth with only seconds in between each other, only to scatter towards the extraction point as the creatures seemed distracted and blinded by the smoke. . .

However, despite them being out of those enemies' line of sight, a single distinguishable one from afar could only hum to themselves with interest, his hood flowing with the wind created by the whole confrontation. He, the mysterious individual who was the cause of the current state of Sadala, couldn't help but note, "I see, they used the smoke to conceal movements while one of them acted a frontal distraction while his allies attacked from afar so that they could make a path to slip through. Assuming he took the charge, he must be the leader of the bunch and for him to perform that with no hesitation. . ." As he watched them hurry with multiple of the remaining Mara hot on their tail, all he could do was watch those brave warriors fend off their spears of light while their leader was actively fending in close-quarters in order to divert their attention away from his men. Seeing this, his eyes focused on the young Saiyan prince and grinned with a glint in his eyes as he saw the expression on his face. An expression that was shown during the midst of battle but one hidden beneath it all. Underneath the serious and focused eyes was a small speck of black. And that speck of black was all he needed. . .

"Impressive," the man grinned, standing up front his feet after seemingly coming to a conclusion.

Backing up his subtle compliment, Okara deflected a thrust of light before kicking one of the Mara into each other as he flew backwards. He looked back to see his men just about near the extraction point which sent a small wave of relief down his spine before turning back towards his foe. All that was left was to make sure they had a window to escape safely. That said, he stretched out his left arm and let out a shout to unleash a large blue energy wave out from the palms of his hand that closed the distance towards the group of targets before a pebble could hit the ground. Almost immediately it made contact with one of them that resulted in a large explosion that towered over the area and covered them with smoke while the Saiyans took the chance to bolt towards the extraction point. Seeing this, Gula couldn't help but smirk as Okara was just behind them, "This is our chance boys, full speed ahead!"

"Roger that!" They all shouted in response, their pace quickening as each of them flared their Ki's with their prince just a few meters behind. But. . .their hastiness was just about the crossing point for action to be taken. Sighing, the figure stood up from his position, the wind blowing against his body as he stared down at them with what looked to be a blank expression. Leisurely, he raised his hand up in front of him while there seemed to be a glow emitting from his sharp yellow eyes.

He then muttered, "Megalodon's;. . .!" With a simple twitch of his finger, a ripple appeared above the tip of his finger and emitted a line of invisible energy of some sort down towards the ground almost as if it were drawing a line that eventually cut a path in front of the oncoming Saiyans. As they drew closer, Okara couldn't help but notice something felt off, his eyes immediately picking up on the abnormality in front of him. Aside from the Mara still pursuing them and his men just a few feet in front of him, the hatch that they exited prior to this whole situation looked a bit. . .distorted. In fact, the ground itself was distorted like rippling water as impossible as he thought it may be. However, as soon as he noticed what looked to be a small splash, his eyes widened as he saw his men draw closer. Without even realizing it, he accelerated quickly, his feet skidding against the ground as he tried to call out to them before it was too late.

"W-wait, everyone! Fall back!" Okara shouted in what nearly sounded like desperation. His voice registered in all their minds and reflected their confusion in their eyes as they looked back at them. However, unbeknownst to them, the mysterious man standing upon the building grinned widely.

"Jaw Frenzy!" He cackled, the ripples created by the line of Ki suddenly bubbling to gain their attention. Before they could even react much to Okara's horror, several bronze-colored spikes burst from the ground. Blood splattered through the air and some onto Okara's face as he watched his men get impaled one by one through their stomach until they were practically left dangling to dear life. Blood seeped down the spikes where their bodies lied, their eyes going full white from a mixture of shock and pain. To make matters worse in his stunned state, he didn't realize his body was shaking and his face pale from the sight. Something that he's never experienced before during a mission. But, in the midst of the terror, something seemed to float down from the sky in front of him. A man of average height wearing a well-downed cloak patterned with a green outline that resembled a black triangle while the base color was white with a hoodie with thick-buckled pants. His slick spiky hair was a pale green and long enough to reach the back of his neck while his yellow eyes stared down at him while playing with what looked to be an octagonal cube made of crystal that contained a white glow of energy. He was unsure on who exactly he was but he could only assume one thing. . .he was definitely a foe. But, what happened next was what he could never predict.

The man touched the ground in front of him, causing his body to tense. Ignoring the reaction he got, the man eyed him quizzically and walked a few steps towards him, causing Okara to take a step back until he stopped. The Saiyan prince was still on guard but mostly confused at what was going on in this new enemy's head. However, as soon as he smiled, his eyes widened in shock with his mind almost not registering the words that left his mouth, "Greetings, comrade. I'm Kurgel and I would like to humbly propose to you an offer of liberation." And as if it were icing on the cake, he took a bow. . .the world nearly stopped as though it were being frozen in time as the man continued to speak. His words were flying into his ears and out the other and before he knew it, he was slowly beginning to forget the fact that he was in the middle of a warzone that had his life at stake and. . .

The faithful men that were currently dying right in front of him. . .However despite that, by the end of it all, the Saiyan prince stood slightly bewildered before suddenly. . .a smile began to crept onto his face as well.


(Two Days Later, At The Balcony Of The Brief Family Residence, Early Morning. . .)

"Yosh, looks like that is everything. . ."

Kuzuku nodded to himself as he stared at the box of capsules and recounted for the last time that he had everything he needed. After verifying that, he closed the container, taking a slight pause as the wind blew against his face. They had barely risen yet so the streets were mostly vacant as everyone was still asleep. A perfect time to leave without making much of a scene even though at this point it really didn't matter. He was pretty sure normalcy was thrown out the window for the citizens nearby when they saw a literal wormhole tear into the sky. If not that then the time Shenron was someone and passed off as a "hologram" test was definitely something to take the cake. On that note, Kuzuku took in a breath and looked up to see a pair of azure eyes that he loved so much. He slightly smiled at the slightly annoyed expression as a day prior he asked Zugo and Hudo to watch over her leading them along with Riley to stay at their place until he returned. Obviously this would tick her off since she openly accused him of treating her like a child that needed watch to which in his defense, it was for her well-being. Despite that, the young Saiyan knew she was mostly here for loving support and that was all he could ever ask for as a soon-to-be-dad. He just knew that he had extra pampering to be done when he got back.

"Remember, don't leave the Senzu beans to Goku," 21 pointed at his chest while taking a glance at Goku behind him who seemed to be preoccupied with his own wife, "We don't want a repeat of the time you guys went to fight Black."

Laughing sheepishly, Kuzuku nodded in understanding, "Yeah, I'll make sure that doesn't happen for sure. I'll try and make this quick so I can get back as soon as possible."

"You better," 21 reaffirmed before putting on a loving and tender smile. He returned the affection back, the sun beginning to rise behind him with the sky slowly showing the vibrant shades of orange and purple of a new day. Seeing how it was time, he exchanged a last bit of hidden words that could only be deciphered by his mere glances before steeling himself to focus on the task at hand. He turned to face the group that had been gathered for this battle. From the left onward was Queen Chaya, Prince Lottus of Universe 6, Cabba, Caulfila, and Kale. Then from the Right and standing near Whis and Vados who were fiddling with The Cube were Prince Vegeta of Universe 7 and The Hero of Earth Goku. However the first eyes that made contact with him were none of them but the friend he made who had crashed landed in front of his house weeks ago; Ryo Kenga. The two nodded at each other before Kuzuku looked at the sky, his eyes squinting as he imagined what hardships those Saiyans from their sister universe were enduring.

"Just hang in there, we're on our way. . ."


A/N: Sorry for this being a little late. This chapter in of itself was meant to show more progression on the situation in Sadala rather than what's going on Earth. Just a heads up, I have the next chapter nearly completed at the same time this chapter is up so expect that out sooner or later. It won't be long until the big battles will start to take place as you can see that the Earth gang have begun their departure and the reveal of Krugel, the main villain of this arc for what's to come. Anyways, until we meet again!