"You really are something else, Goten."

Salminda fastened her bra, shimmied back into her short skirt,and pulled her tank top down over her blonde hair.

After pulling his own clothes back on, Goten laid back on his trailer's couch and put his hands behind his head. "I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave."

Salminda rolled her eyes. "Isn't that from a rap song? Definitely not the lines we're supposed to be practicing right now."

"I almost forgot, that's why you came over to my trailer! For some reason I got distracted."

She shook her head, leaned in, and kissed him on the cheek. As she pulled away, Goten grabbed her for another deep kiss.

"As much as I'd love to stick around for round two, if I don't get over to makeup like, ten minutes ago, there's no way I'll be ready in time for the next scene."

Goten slapped her on the ass as she walked away, eliciting a little shriek.

"You're so bad, Goten." She winked at him, bit her lip, then opened the door of his trailer and jumped a bit.. "Mr. Satan! I almost didn't see you there! You scared me!"

"Oh I'm sorry, Salminda! Just checking to see if Goten is ready for his big scene! I do have the right trailer, don't I?"

"Of course! Goten and I were just practicing our lines for our scene later today. All we want is for Mr. Satan vs Maijin Buu 5 to be the best one yet!"

Salminda threw an exasperated look back at Goten, before high-fiving Mr. Satan and making her way over to makeup. Goten hopped up to his feet and smoothed out his hair as Mr. Satan entered his trailer.

"I sure do appreciate your dedication to this movie, Goten! I knew when we brought you on as my sidekick in the last movie that it was going to take us to the next level, but I gotta say, this is going even better than I expected!"

"It's my pleasure, Mr. Satan! I'm not like my dad, I can't just train train train all the time, little stuff like this reminds me that there's more to life than fighting!"

"Great to hear!" Mr. Satan clapped him on the back. "So anyway, the reason I'm here is that I kind of need your help with something. Buu is in one of his moods again, and he refuses to start filming until he gets his fix of tapioca pudding for the day. Problem is, he's been going through so much of it lately that we're clean out! I hate to ask, but do you think you can fly over to the supermarket quick and..."

"Not a problem, Mr. Satan. I'll be there and back in ten minutes."

Mr. Satan sighed in relief. "You're a real life saver, my boy! As they say, the show must go on!" He let out a loud chuckle, then turned to leave Goten's trailer. Before he stepped outside he hesitated, and turned back to Goten. "Say, I don't mean to be nosy or anything, but I gotta ask...you were just practicing lines with Salminda just now, right? No sort of funny business?"

Goten shot him an incredulous look. "Funny business? What do you mean by that?"

Mr. Satan chuckled again and scratched the back of his head. "Oh, nothing, nothing at all! I'm sorry I asked!" He ran out of the trailer and slammed the door shut behind him.

A buzzing sound from the counter distracted Goten before he could leave. He snatched his phone off of it and answered.

"Hey mom, I'm kind of in a rush right now, is something wrong?"

"Oh, Mr. Hollywood thinks he's too busy to talk to his mother now, is it? You're just as bad as your father! At least my Gohan still makes time for me when I call!"

"It's not that, mom, I just need to start filming soon, and I have to run an errand for Mr. Satan before we can get started."

Chi-chi's voice calmed a bit. "I know, I know. I just barely see you these days, and I miss my Goten. I won't keep you. I just wanted to make sure you didn't forget about the party tomorrow..."

"Of course I didn't forget mom. How could I forget about my own engagement party?"

"You're right, Goten. I'm sorry I worried. It's just that poor Marron has been working so hard to plan it, and she hasn't said anything but I know she's very stressed out that you have so much going on and can't help out. Maybe you could give her a call later, and offer to help out just a little bit?"

Goten sighed. "I'll do what I can mom. We have a long day of filming today though, and I don't know when I'm going to get out of here..."

"She's your fiance, Goten! Marriage is way more important than some silly movie! Ugh, you really are your father's son!" She clicked the phone down.

After putting his own phone down, Goten rubbed at his temples and picked up the nearby picture frame. He stood with his arm around Marron under a tree, between his parents and hers, all with huge grins on their faces. 'What the hell am I doing?' he said under his breath, before he flipped it down and left his trailer.

Vegeta sat in the grass with his legs crossed and his arms out to his sides, spine erect and eyes glued on Goku, who was in the same position just a few feet away. They'd been sitting there for several hours, and both of them were beginning to go stir crazy.

"How much longer do we have to sit here like this? I'm getting hungry!" Goku's stomach rumbled, and he reached a hand over to clutch at it.

Whis whacked Goku on the head with his staff. "It is vital to your training that you remain both silent and still. If you cannot do that for a few short hours, then there is little hope you will ever reach the next level."

"That whining of yours is why I will reach the next level before you this time, Kakarot!"

Whis reached over and whacked Vegeta's head. "Silent and still, Vegeta!"

Goku laughed, Vegeta grumbled, and they went back to silently staring at each other in the grass. After they remained that way for a few minutes, Whis continued the lesson he had touched on earlier in the day.

"Just as Super Saiyan Blue is a mastery of the Super Saiyan form, Ultra Instinct is a mastery of the ki which every being in existence possesses. Ki is the life force which drives us, and though martial arts training is focused on mastery of it, letting it master you is the key to tapping into your maximum potential."

They were interrupted when Gohan landed on his back between them, spraying them with dust and debris as he slid across the ground. Beerus floated over with his hands on his back, shaking his head.

"Hard to believe that you're really Goku's son. At least your father put up a halfway decent fight the first time we went at it."

"I put up more than a decent fight, Beerus! I almost beat you!" Goku glared over at Beerus, prompting Whis to whack him over the head again.

"As if!" Beerus said." I went easy on you that first time, and frankly if it weren't for Bulma showing us all of that delicious food, I would have destroyed your pathetic little planet and I could be napping right now instead of wasting my time with all of you!"

Whis hung his head. "This is pointless. So much for keeping everyone focused."

Vegeta rose to his feet. "I've had enough sitting around for one day, anyway. Beerus, you and I both know that Kakarot's son will never give you any sort of real challenge. You should be fighting me instead!"

"No, fight me Beerus!" Goku chimed in.

Gohan struggled to his feet and shook his head. "Thanks guys, you're making me super glad I came along this time."

"Hey, don't let it get to you, Gohan! I'm just glad you're training again! I know you're gonna catch up to us again in no time!"

"As if!" Vegeta said. "You had your shining moment when we fought Cell! And Kakarot, you've stolen the spotlight plenty of times! It's my turn to be the strongest Saiyan again!"

Beerus yawned. "This bickering is exhausting. Why don't you just fight each other? I'm going to take a nap." He floated off, and Whis put a hand up to his mouth and laughed.

"I suppose we'll just call it a day, for now. We can resume tomorrow, though I fear that consistent mastery of Ultra Instinct is still a long ways off for all of you."

"Forget Ultra Instinct!" Vegeta powered up to Super Saiyan Blue, and pointed to Goku. "I don't need to copy you anymore Kakarot! I'll find my own level beyond this form, and then I'll reclaim my rightful place as prince of the Saiyans once more!"

Goku powered up and smirked. "There's nothing I'd like to see more, Vegeta, but no matter how much you power up, you still won't beat me!"

Whis healed Gohan, and the two of them stood back and watched as Goku and Vegeta went at it yet again.

Krillin yawned as he pulled his scooter up to the coroner's office downtown. He hopped off and was nearly run down by a speeding motorist, which tempted him to hop back on and chase the madman down to issue a well deserved ticket. But knowing that he had put Cooper off for long enough, he decided against it and walked up the stone steps before him.

It's not that he was avoiding Cooper, he just hated looking at dead bodies. Being blown up by Frieza and who knows how many other space monsters had a lasting effect on him, and for lack of a better term, it triggered him to look at corpses. Hit a bit too close to home. But a promise was a promise, and as the mid-afternoon sun curved into its decline for the day, he stepped into the depressing building.

It reeked of cleaning chemicals and an overload of air fresheners - all necessary to mask the scent of death just a few doors away, Krillin was sure. He walked up to the receptionist, an overweight gothic girl in glasses who was reading a magazine that had an abundantly tattooed gangster on the front.

"Hey there, I'm here to speak with Coop." He got on his tip-toes and leaned onto the counter.

The gothic girl snapped her gum, not bothering to look up from her magazine. "He ain't here."

Krillin raised an eyebrow. "Is he out to lunch or something? Pretty sure he's expecting me."

She glared over at him. "No, he just never showed up this morning. I don't know why I'm even here, but if I'm not here I don't get paid, so here I am." She looked back down at her magazine.

"Well do you mind if I go in back and see if he left a note for me or anything? When we talked last night he was pretty adamant that I come see him today."

"Do whatever you want, mister. Just don't try to run off with any of the dead bodies or I'll call the police."

Krillin was tempted to point at his badge and tell her he was the police, but after realizing it wasn't worth the effort he just walked toward the back and through the rotating doors stationed there. He had never been in the building before, but he figured he'd get where he needed to be if he just kept walking straight through the long hallway ahead of him. As he moved ahead, he noticed a door with Cooper's nameplate next to it.

The light was on, so he knocked as he pushed the door open and peeked inside. It was empty, with various papers scattered all about, but no sign of Coop. He turned around and continued down the hallway, getting a bit uneasy as the florescent lights above began to flicker. The air freshener scents were fading, and the rotting smell of death grew stronger. On top of that, it was eerily silent back there, and all Krillin wanted to do was turn around and flee, call Cooper when he got home to reschedule, or bail completely. Instead, he reached the door at the end of the hall, pushed it open, and dropped his jaw when he saw the scene inside.

Blood was smeared all over the white walls of the room and splattered across the tile flooring and steel tables within. The bodies of the two girls that had been recovered from the party the day before were laying on two of the tables, split wide open in the torso, as if something had burst forth from each of them with the force of a geyser.

Frozen in place, Krillin just looked back and forth between them, before it all caught up to him and he vomited at his feet. After a few waves, while he was bent forward, his eyes shifted up, and that's when he noticed Cooper's body slumped against the wall at the end of the room. His clothes were ripped to shreds and his body was gouged all over with claw marks. Shattered glass was spread all around him, and Krillin noticed that something had broken through and out of the skylights at the top of the room.