King Vegeta explained the details of Vegito's transformation and departure during the rest of their meeting.

"This is almost too crazy to believe." Gotu shook her head, a slight visage of grief present. "I know that he has been… overzealous at times with his power but… so much so that he is evil enough to take this dark form? I'm surprised that he has as much power as my Dad now too… This could be much more difficult than we anticipated." She bit her thumbnail in anxiety.

"Father, when did they leave?" Vegeta turned back to the King to ask.

"Just yesterday afternoon. He only took two of our soldiers and, well, you."

"I am not concerned about who he has with him. No one on this planet can stand up to a single one of the three of us. We will need to use some of the space pods to follow their track. Unfortunately, that means the Earth will need to stand up to them for about a day before we get there. There's no way to know how likely that is, so we need to hurry. Now, Father, direct us to where we can access two space pods."

"Wait. Two? There's three of us! Don't those things only fit one person?" Confused, Gotu looked to Vegeta for his answer, but Trunks spoke up instead.

"Gotu… Father and I are going alone."

"Excuse me?! There is no way I'll miss this. He's my son too. If anyone can convince him to come back, it would be me."

"I know that, Gotu. You should be here in case… Well, in case he comes back here."

"…Without you both?" She saw the somber expression on Trunks' face. He clearly wasn't sure that they could stand the power of a super Saiyan 3, and they had no idea how this new form might differ. She realized he wanted her to stay not only to be a backup plan to bring their Vegito back, but also to keep her safe.

"Fine, Trunks. But, please, don't leave with that defeated expression on your face. Worrying won't change the outcome, and I believe in you." She turned to Vegeta. "Both of you. Just remember that this might not be a battle of power… Okay?"

Trunks nodded at his wife, and changed his expression to one of confidence and determination. She was right. If they were going to do this, he might as well approach it to win. He was unsure what her last statement meant, but there were more important things for them to prepare for now. The two walked out of the room to say their goodbyes, hand in hand, leaving the Vegetas behind.

"You will take care of that girl, do you understand?" Eyes closed as he spoke, Vegeta addressed his father.

"From how you have spoken about her, I assumed she can take care of herself well enough."

"Old man, she could easily take on any one of the men on this planet, including yourself, without the slightest exertion. However, I cannot tell you how angry I will be if I return and hear she had to defend herself against an ambush ordered by you."

"And when did you begin to have concern for others? That has never been the Saiyan way. We are warriors, and warriors worry about themselves. Have you lost your pride living on that feeble planet?"

Vegeta huffed as the air around him begin to electrify in response to his anger. "You understand nothing. I am a warrior, and I have pride, and more power than you can fathom. Pride comes in many forms. I sold my selfish ideals long ago for a much more… righteous pride. Where has this great Saiyan mantra of pride and selfishness got you? You would all be dead if it were not for my grandson, who only exists as he is because of the choices I have made. You would do well to remember which of our lives has been more successful before you criticize me; strength and concern for others is not exclusive."

Vegeta began to walk away toward the takeoff area. "And Father, don't think I don't realize why you would have been motivated to ambush the girl. I am well aware that Vegito returning to our time is not what you want. He will not be some pathetic shield for your weakness." The King watched his son leave, feeling at indignant at the lack of respect he showed him. He was, however, correct that it had crossed the King's mind to attempt to get rid of her to keep Vegito there. Clearly now it was too risky to do. If Vegito or Vegeta returned to find that the King had ordered the death of Gotu, the Saiyans would not stand a chance. Instead, the King decided to find Gotu in the evening and attempt to get on good terms with her to learn more about the original future timeline.

Vegeta and Trunks took off only an hour after their meeting with the King. They didn't want to waste any time, lest they be too late. Gotu sat in the room she had been given, trying to wrap her head around all of the information learned that day. 'I can't just sit here stewing for the next week. I'll go insane.' Deciding not to remain idle in her nightmarish thoughts any longer, she got up and exited, walking down the hallways to find a way out to the grounds so she could train. To her surprise, she bumped into the King.

"Sorry, Vege… I mean, King." She sheepishly grinned at him. His appearance was so similar to Vegeta's, it was difficult for her to remember at first glance that he wasn't the same person.

"Gotu, was it? I was just coming to see if you would join me for dinner."

"Really?! OH YES THAT WOULD BE GREAT!" She yelled as the King took a step back, surprised at her reaction. "I'M STARVING! I almost forgot how long it's been since I ate. My mind was so… preoccupied. Food sounds amazing." A large smile spread her face. The King found her very odd; she was nothing like any Saiyan.

They walked to the royal dining room and a servant held out their chairs. Before them was an incredible spread of food, unlike anything Gotu had ever seen. It was clearly filled with delicacies from all over the galaxy, many of them Gotu had never tasted before. The King was a very neat eater for the Saiyans Gotu knew, while she plowed into the mounds of food, much like her father. Small bits flew around the room, showering the servants accidently. The King was repulsed, but a small part of him couldn't help but see the comedy in the display. This girl was so tiny, but she could eat more than most of the Saiyan men on the planet.

"Tell me, how can you have such an appetite?"

She looked up and scratched the back of her head, laughing. "Well, my Dad always said that as he grew more powerful, he could eat more and more. So, I guess it must be a power thing."

"You believe yourself to be quite powerful then?" The King asked curiously.

Gotu nodded. "Oh, yes. My father trained me my whole life. I've always loved fighting. I have two older brothers as well who don't have the same adoration for strength that I do and it's cost them a lot. I'm probably the 3rd strongest on the Earth, only behind my Dad and Vegeta."

"Interesting. How many Saiyans are left on your planet?"

"Well, as for half Saiyans, it's me, Trunks, my brothers, Goten and Gohan, Vegeta's daughter Bulla, and our sons, Bardock and Vegito. Then there is my quarter Saiyan niece, Pan. That's it, for now." The King seemed to perk up at the name Bardock.

"Where did you choose that name from?"

"Bardock you mean? It was odd, but Trunks and I both had a dream one night when I was pregnant about a man named Bardock, so we agreed to name our child after him if it was a son. Obviously, it was. Why? Do you know the name from somewhere else?"

"If I am correct, it's the name of your grandfather."

Gotu froze for a moment at his words. She began to stare at her hands, folded in her lap, deep in her thought. 'I don't know why I'm so surprised… I just… Never thought of this. Of course, the whole race has been saved, and my grandfather would be here… But does that mean that Trunks and I dreamt about my grandfather on purpose? Was our son supposed to be named after him all along?'

"Can I… meet him?" She asked.