AUTHOR NOTE: For some reason this site doesn't believe in allowing ellipses in the chapter title, I thought about using "-" or "_" but both looked off. The actual title of this chapter is "I'm not a Saiyan! My name is ... (Part 1)" same for part 2.
-End Note-
Each time she pulled herself up, the rock that she'd tied herself to dragged her back down. Sometimes she pretended that the rock said something other than the Tufflish displaying how heavy it was; the responsibility her dad kept shoving on her, all of the opportunities she missed working in this stupid research facility, how much she hated where she'd left things off with Callipso, they all weighed about the same on her. Each of her choices and her inability to make any of them always felt heavier than weights could ever hope to.
She'd never cared about counting how many reps she did of any exercise, she just did them until they hurt too much to keep going. However, with a mind so easily distracted, it was easy for her to understand how she became one of the strongest warriors in the facility. Pain was difficult to realize when imagination had already taken you to another world.
"Barry," A voice called to her.
Was Callipso actually never going to talk to her again? She'd told them it wasn't her fault, her dad said that it was important for their people to do this mission. It was where everything would turn around for the entire galaxy.
"Barry!" the voice said again.
Actually, this was just like them. They were always so dramatic. Sure, her dad and his friends could be extreme, but they'd helped this planet so much. The planet had to be evacuated for a few days, and Callipso acted like she was dumping them. After the operation was finished, she'd go right through the teleporter and show them how ridiculous they were being.
"Barry!" The voice shouted.
"Ah!" Barry nearly lost her focus, but she wasn't about to ruin the workout by letting a rep with bad form slide in. She tensed her core and felt the burn in her lats, traps, and biceps as she did her last pull up. She lowered herself while exhaling through her lips, made sure that the boulder was making contact with the ground, and then let go of her grip to land on it.
"Dad, sup?" Barry said as she untied her weight belt, freeing herself from the stone.
"'Sup?' Barry, what have I told you about talking like that? You're going to be an esteemed scientist someday. You can't introduce yourself with 'sup' and 'what's good'" and "hey you gonna eat that?" Her dad took his glasses off and rubbed them on his teal lab coat while he talked. He was doing it slowly though, which was how she knew he was more tired than angry.
"So a long day of work I'm guessing?" Barry asked.
"Of course it is, it's the day of the invasion. The day both our own intel and the turncoat warned us of. I can't remember the last time I slept."
"Dad, you can sleep. We've all got this under control." She grabbed a towel she'd thrown on the vulcanized floor earlier and used it to wipe her face and shaved head.
It felt like she hadn't broken a sweat, but the towel told otherwise. She looked at the stone and saw "Four tons" was etched into it. Her mind must've been a little more preoccupied than she thought.
"That's what they all said the first time." Her dad looked at his glasses in his hands. "They always told me, 'Don't worry, Lychee. We've got it all under control. Just stay at that desk and keep working.' those were the last words he said to me. The Great Fighter Lingon, said that right to my face. You know what happened to him the next day? Killed. Highest casualty battle for both sides of the war." He put his glasses on his face and blinked a few times to see her clearly. "A war that never needed to happen. Hopefully this little experiment will prove that."
Barry grabbed a spherical stone from the ground and ran her hand over the side of it. The glyph didn't activate on the first go, nor on the second or third.
"Did you not get Mireau to fill it before he left?" her dad asked.
"No, I can't just keep asking for his help all the time, I need to be able to do this myself. I thought I was starting to finally get the hang of this magic jun-" She remembered her dad's opinion on the matter. "Just keeps escaping me. Drats."
"Drats indeed, but that is what science is for." He gestured a hand towards the hydration station on the wall.
One quick injection from the Hydration Station was sure to quench any water needs. All she needed to do was stick her forearm into the machine's tube, from there the machine would take one of its sterilized needles, connect it to a feed of enhanced IV fluid, and one prick later she'd back in tip top shape in a few minutes.
"Yeah, I guess. I just wish I could get the glyphs to work." She ran her hands along it a fourth and fifth time, but her failure was persistent.
"You don't have to be able to do everything you know. It's perfectly fine to have limits. Why, you're already leagues better than I was at your age. I was roaming the wastelands, still trying to get my grant funded, and find my first date. Here you are breaking hearts, lifting weights, and filing patents. Do you remember when we first went to fill out the paperwork for the hydration station?"
"Dad."
"You went, 'I'm gonna be the Queen of Veins!' the poor man at the front desk was so disgusted he didn't know what to say!"
She missed when he got like this. Giddy, laughing, his crows feet almost hiding the dark bags under his eyes.
She gave him a warm smile and put a firm hand on his shoulder. "Seriously dad, go take a break, you've earned it. I'll check in with the team and you can sneak in a micro nap or something. Okay?"
"But we're so close to a new age! I'll accompany you. I promise not to touch any computers, but I need to see that everything goes according to plan."
The two left the exercise room and headed to the command center. It wasn't a short walk and the scooter karts they once used to get from one end of the dome to the other were impossible to use now.
Many chose to be teleported away to safer Spore controlled planets upon hearing about the saiyan invasion, but there were always stragglers. People who thought that they could survive any catastrophe, that tragedies were just an inconvenience that happened to other people. They always assumed that they would be completely fine, that they'd tough it out, and have a story to tell everyone who ran away of how they beat the odds.
If everything went according to plan, the stragglers would be right. If it didn't, they wouldn't have to worry about their storytelling abilities.
Almost every single person living on the surface of the planet who could flee had already, it was their underground neighbors that clogged their hallways, their barracks, their research labs. Those who toiled endlessly above ground were almost ecstatic to flee, but their subterranean neighbors lived in blissful ignorance of how harsh reality could be and couldn't care less about the possible destruction of their planet. After all, it was only possible, not promised.
Barry tried stepping over most of the people squatting in the hallway, but it was difficult. She'd never been small and there was a difference between controlled and nimble. She couldn't be as agile as her small and spry father, bouncing through one cluster of people to the next, but she could measure her steps to try and best avoid stepping on anyone's lap.
The hundreds of conversations bouncing off of the metal walls made the area so loud that it was difficult to even think, let alone try and talk to her dad, but one voice pierced through the rest.
"No fair, it's mine!" shrieked a child coming her way.
Barry saw the throngs of people ahead of her shuffling to adjust, the children were heading directly her way. She tried to time it so that she would already be out of the way, but the unpredictable movements of a crowd had different ideas in mind.
A failed pass through a group led to her falling off balancing and accidentally punting the child in the knee with her boot.
"Ow!" The Throhbaqian child shouted as a blue jeweled ring skidded across the floor. "You hit me!"
"Sorry!" Barry said as she crouched down and grabbed the ring off the floor. She held the ring up to her hand, noticed it would fit perfectly on her, then looked at the child.
The child was a round young boy with orange skin and a solitary stump of a horn jutting from the center of their head. She didn't even need to glance at his hand.
"This doesn't belong to you. Where did you get it?" Barry said.
An identical looking child squeezed through the crowd and stood shoulder to shoulder with the first. "It's mine! That's my ring!"
Barry was beginning to have doubts and losing interest in the situation. Maybe it belonged to one of their parents and it wasn't really her problem. She was going to give the ring to the kids and tell them to stop pushing people around, but quickly closed her hand around the ring when she noticed the crowds parting.
There were few people that could get the people of Throhbaq to move as they wanted. It was never going to be a researcher like her father or somebody virtually unknown to the people like herself, no matter how physically imposing she was. That ability was reserved to what this planet would call "People of Potential."
The people had to press themselves against the walls as tightly as they could for Pesso the Fifty-Seventh to make his way down the hallway. The Man of Potential was nearly as wide as the entire corridor and found himself to be worth every inch of the building and more.
"What's all the meaning of this?" He blubbered as he polished his horn with a silk rag. "Why are you accosting my boys?"
"I'm trying to find out where they got this ring from," Barry said. It was far too small for his hand either.
Barry had the unfortunate luck of having met Pesso's wife during the beginning of the moving process for people taking shelter in the dome. Remembering her cinder block sized hands waving in her face like an angered wasp at the news that they wouldn't have an entire floor to themselves told her that there was no way the ring belonged to her either.
"So you kicked my son in the head to do so! Your type are all the same, coming to our planet to take our money with taxes, but the second someone has something you like you beat it out of them! Thugs, crooks, charlatans!" Pesso waved his hands about in front of her face. He was more of a conductor with the way he moved his body through anger, riling the crowd to action.
There were murmurs among the crowd, they knew the routine to follow. Barry looked for her father in the crowd and they caught a brief glimpse of each other. He didn't come back to help, he only kept moving forward. She was going to be on her own.
"So this is yours?" Barry said.
"Of course it's mine, it's my property." A saying which meant scarcely anything when coming out of a Person of Potential.
"Where'd you get it?" It wasn't often that she got to learn about the culture of the planets they were stationed at, but she remembered what one of the refugees had told her about these exact types of rings. She ran her finger along the inside of it and felt the slashes, thirty of them, thirty years of marriage.
Barry looked at him with this knowledge, expecting him to back down from how obvious the revelation was on her face, but that would require Pesso to have shame, a strength he was never cursed with. His red fists swung within inches of her face as he said, "I acquired it from one of my employees during the move. They found themselves separated from it, and now it is mine! They didn't have the strength to protect their belongings, just like they didn't have enough to acquire a decent lot in life.
"It's my responsibility as a person in power to make sure that the ants are in line and that the world runs smoothly. A trinket like that didn't help him in the slightest and it brings my children great joy. Would you take away the happiness of the youth so that somebody so incompetent and weak could hold onto some bobble? It obviously wasn't doing them much good anyways so how much could it matter?"
Barry put the ring in her pocket. "So you want me to give you your employee's wedding ring because your children are having fun with it and because you think that people who work for you are beneath you. Is that about right?"
"Precisely." The word came out with a slow smugness as he looked around at the onlookers, seeing their nods of approval. They had a mixed enthusiasm that he couldn't and would never be able to grasp.
"Why?" Barry said as she looked at all of the people refusing to call out how absurd this behavior was. "Why do all of you think this is okay?"
"Well," an old man said, his yellowed horns showing that he was in the last stages of life, "people need motivation to get better in life. Anyone could be just as rich and important as Mister Pesso here. That employee just needs to work harder, so maybe this will be the push."
"Did that work for you?" Barry asked.
The old man looked at the ground as he shuffled back into the crowd, but three more people replaced him as soon as he did. The replacements echoed the old man's logic, their tones showing the hope that if they repeated it enough it'd be true for them.
"See?" Pesso said. "I'm doing a community service. Now hand me the ring, god knows it isn't like you actually care about what actually happens to it. The Spore are only using this planet as a research base, the actual people don't matter to you at all."
Pesso held his hand out for the ring as murmurs turned to shouts. People from all around her started to converge on her, shouting and jamming their fingers in her face. The crowd wanted her to give him what he had decided was his property, and they weren't about to let some outsider get in the way of that.
Barry had lived her whole life with The Spore, with fellow Tuffles. The largest gathering of people she'd ever been in before this battle was a few dozen, never in a million years would she think of this many people shouting at her.
She could tell them how Pesso was being plainly evil and selfish, or how The Spore's plan would show them that there was no such thing as an outsider and that they could get along, or how their two groups had an equal arrangement for two decades now where they got land to work on and they got to use some of the miracles of Tuffle technology, a deal which put Throhbaq into a golden age of growth. But she knew none of those things would matter to an angry mob led by a pompous bastard. The people had already made the one language they understood crystal clear.
She double checked that no one was standing in the way, saw that the path was clear enough, and made her move. She charged her ki into her hand, and with one gentle push sent Pesso rolling like a bowling ball down the hallway, letting out a hollering wail as he tumbled and landed on his backside.
"Y… You pushed me! You dared to lay your hands on me!" He shouted.
"Yeah," Barry said, "you're weak, I can do whatever I want to you. Or is it different when you're the one who's pathetic?
"I could crush you with a single finger. We could've left you all to die outside of the dome, where the saiyans could've tracked your ki immediately and torn you apart like a pack of dogs. The only reason you're alive now is because of our mercy. Don't forget that, and don't make us regret it."
The crowd silenced and cleared space for her.
Using the military training Mireau had been teaching her from the moment she could walk, she marched to the operations room to find her father.
She pulled the ring from her pocket and kept her grip tight on it, hoping that it would give her luck. A chance that none of the people could sense her shaking from how nerve wracking the entire situation was, and that the rest of the day would be easier.
When Barry got to the operation room, she knew luck was not with her. The gigantic sphere floating in the middle of the room showed hundreds of cameras they had planted around the planet were focused on Mireau approaching Nappa now, but only their newest member was looking at it. Her dad and the man on the table were staring directly at her.
Quinny was a small and intense woman who showed up to their facility in a biohazard suit and had never taken it off a single moment that she'd seen her. It was one thing to be strange about fashion, but the fact that she never said more than a word or two at all times to her and tried to avoid her like the plague definitely didn't help their relationship. She did however have documents proving she was from the only other still active and operating Spore outposts and she seemed to have the solution for every single roadblock they ran into, so her father took to her like a second daughter and she was brought into the command team on day one. She was now, as she had always been, hammering away at her computer to run calculations as she watched Mireau's conversation with the saiyans play out.
The newbie was behind most of the strategies for today, showing a level of clarity and prediction that almost made it feel like she knew the saiyans firsthand. Their original strategy had gone to stretch out for an entire week, but she urged them that they needed to finish this mission as quickly as possible. It was a shock to all of them that Raditz had beaten Ell, but the machine wasn't worth much anyway, "Murluck" was the real prize.
Vurn, somehow the strongest warrior born on this planet, was giddily bouncing on the table he was strapped down to, and was wearing the ceremonial garbs of war on this planet; a white three piece suit, perfect for seeing the blood of his enemies.
Her dad was looking over his computer, giving her a glare from his workstation.
He had abandoned her to do exactly what he said he wasn't going to do, but him choosing work over anything else was nothing new.
"What?" Barry asked, "Are you mad that I stopped a thief or mad that I couldn't get here before you?"
Vurn hummed happily to himself. "Ah there's that lovely voice, sweet as honey on sandpaper."
They both ignored him.
"What in the gods' name was that?" Her dad asked from behind his computer.
"Me making sure the right thing happened, they were about to steal somebody's wedding ring!" Barry said.
"And since when is that any of our concern? The problems of locals aren't something we put ourselves into, those are problems for them to figure out."
"The way they were going to figure it out was going to be stealing from someone. Is that really the type of behavior we want to protect? We need to stop it before we move on with the plan or it could all be for nothing."
Her dad shot up from his chair and slammed his palms on his desk as he said,"You keep this project out of your mouth, it's the last hope of the Tuffle people, of the universe itself!"
Barry recoiled at the shock, having never heard her father get this upset about something before.
Her dad sat back down and furiously typed at his keyboard. "Our people died because I couldn't find a solution quick enough the first time. We need all of the goodwill of the people that we can get and as many people signed on as possible. People with influence like Pesso are imperative for getting our mission done quickly. If we don't have the masses then we have nothing.
"I'm not going to lose these people to the wrath of the saiyans andthe madness of pointless violence the galaxy seems bent on putting itself through over and over again. Before the saiyans our planet knew peace, this planet may not be perfect, it may be downright disgusting at times, but I'm not about to watch it die my daughter was obsessed with some triviality of ethics over the salvation of the entire galaxy!"
"I'm … I'm sorry, dad." She couldn't think of anything else to say. She didn't want that person to lose their wedding ring, but she didn't think the effects of that one action would go so far.
"Well if I may make one comment," Vurn said from his table, "I was overhearing the stream from the esteemed doctor's computer and coming from somebody who has been here from the day he was born and has now grown into a powerful, intelligent, enterprising young man; Pesso is a chode."
Barry held her chuckle in, the last thing Vurn needed was a boost to his ego.
"Besides, what's the point of all this ra ra save the galaxy whatever if we can't even be the type of people who help each other or look out for the little guy?" Vurn said. "Now lets go ahead and get this experiment done so I can make that smug prick irrelevant too. He thinks he can buy my company out, huh? See what everyone thinks when I save this planet, why I think they may even crown me Head Innovator. Then you won't even need to worry about him."
"That … seems unlikely," her dad said. "This won't only enhance your physical abilities, it will change your entire way of thought, make you see the world in ways you've never imagined before. You'll become one with every sentient race that we've found across the galaxy, are you sure you're ready?"
"You can opt out now if you want to, I'm sure I could do it too," Barry said.
Her dad furiously shook his head as he typed at his keyboard and dozens of articulated arms with syringes at the ends came out of the table. "We've been over this before, you can't. You have a condition, these types of alterations may kill you."
"According to your data! You've never even shown me the tests you ran to prove that," she said.
"Hey don't be such a glory hog," Vurn said. "I promise that after I save the planet, I'll take you somewhere nice, get us a good dinner, and then we can run all the types of experiments you want back at my place."
It had been a tense day, but the disgusted look that Barry and her father gave each other gave them some form of levity.
"We can discuss this later," her dad said.
She gave a quick nod, hoping that being jabbed full of needles would shut Vurn up.
The bit that came out of the table did not help with shutting Vurn up. His screams only seemed more humane when he bit down onto it as his entire DNA was rearranged.
The needles plunged through the Throhbaqian's suit and directly into his veins with immediate effect. His red skin turned purple and the horn on the center of his head turned black and split, shifting into a symmetrical pair with one on each side of his head. His normally calm golden eyes bulged as they turned red, after a moment they shrank in size, but the color stayed.
"How do you feel now? Usually skin bluing only happens to tuffles with age or stress," Barry said. She did a glance at her father, his beige skin already showing heavy undertones of blue.
"Well it was sure stressful," Vurn said as the bit went back to its original space. "Doc read me out the numbers, I need that Q4 report. Time to see what the revenue streams got for me."
Her dad squinted his eyes at the readings on his screen. "40% Throhbaqian, 40% Tuffle, 15% Namekian, 5% Saiyan. Of course this is just for war time, once the battle is over we'll need you to go with the entire suite, not just species that are known for their combat abilities. It is imperative that we do not create separations in this new species."
Vurn nodded his head slowly, obviously unhappy with the numbers. "Let's circle back around to that. Only 5% saiyan? But they're like, the strongest people ever right? Shouldn't I have more of that?"
"The strength of the saiyans is greatly exaggerated," Doctor Lychee said, "You have more than will ever be necessary. All that is needed is for you to be able to receive their zenkai boost, the ability to get substantially stronger after an arduous fight. Anything other than that can lead to … complications."
"Yeah, a single percentage is more than necessary," Barry said, "once those monsters are wiped out, we'll ice their samples for emergencies. Their only use is for fighting."
The straps retracted and Vurn sat up from the table, "Ah a necessary evil, like minimum wage."
Barry was no master of economics, but even a sentence as short as that made her want to cringe out of her own body.
"So how much you guys got?" Vurn said, "Barry you seem pretty ripped. Like ten, fifteen percent?"
"Zero," Barry said pridefully.
"Oh. Cool, cool. Natty." Vurn said, then looked to Doctor Lychee and Quinny. "What about you?"
"Well I have none either, I wouldn't put any of that in me under less than the most extreme scenario, but Quinny … You said that your outpost was on the cutting edge of this type of research. You actually showed me a few things I didn't know about and I've been doing this since before the war even began. Mireau was my magnum opus but it sounds like your people could make him look like child's play. Do you have any augmentation?"
Quinny, to the shock of Barry, actually spoke. "I have nothing to hide," she said as she took off her helmet, revealing her face to her for the first time.
Barry felt her skin crawl, but then accepted it for all it was. The girl was a few years younger than her, probably eighteen at most, but she looked like she could be her sister. Of course, with so few Tuffles left after the war, they shared DNA samples with each other, it wasn't impossible that she had a clone or half sibling or two floating around, and it seemed that Quinny was one of them.
They had the same wide nose, the same dark brown eyes, and even the same shaved head. The fact that Quinny was a solid two feet shorter than her made her look like a pocket sized version of her, just with a more aggressive and confident aura about her.
She pulled out some device that looked like a pocket mirror, pressed her thumb down onto it, and then tossed it at Barry.
Barry caught the device and saw that it had a small metal spike where her thumb went, and the screen on the opposite side read.
"75% Saiyan, 25% Tuffle …" Barry was too stunned to read out the dozens of other minutiae that made her. "You're almost entirely saiyan! Why would they do something like this?!"
Quinny smirked at her and folded her arms over her chest. "A necessary evil."
Barry thought that the newbie was just shy, now she couldn't even be sure that she wasn't just working with Vegeta.
Without uttering a single word, Barry walked over to her dad's desk, grabbed a scouter off of his desk, and threw it to Vurn.
He caught the red tinted googles and strapped them in place as he said, "What are these supposed to do?"
"Next generation of scouters," Barry said, "Encrypted so that absolutely no one outside of Spore can listen in on them and are superior to the original scouters in every way. You turn it on and you'll be added to the screen up there."
She pointed to the sphere above them, and as he clicked it on, a new square was made on the screen of Vurn looking at Barry.
"I do love free goodies," Vurn said, "well onto the mission then, me and the boys are gonna hop onto the train, meet up with Mireau, and wipe out anybody that's left. See ya soon!"
The newly powered warrior ran out of the room, gleeful to leave the newly created tension he'd accidentally made.
The three of them decided to go back to their work, as a conversation was the last thing any of them had any interest in. Barry had just gotten to her computer and put her blue tinted scouter goggles on when she heard an alert ping on them.
"Now!" Mireau shouted and all of the squares on the screen focused on his battle.
Quinny pressed a button on her keyboard, the new teleportation technology shot out of the trap they had set up days ago, and out came the absolute last target they could have wanted.
Barry noted the surprise on Quinny's face as the young woman quickly put her helmet back on.
A black puddle emerged in the center of the room, and Broly's form grew out of it. He was on his hands and knees and his body was still restrained by the suppression field they had modified the teleporter with, but Barry wasn't about to take any chances of him powering through it and catching them off guard.
"Don't move, saiyan." Barry said as she walked up to him and grabbed him by his hair. "You've been taken prisoner. Although you are not the leader of your forces that we hoped to get to end this battle, you're who we have to work with."
Broly didn't fight back, didn't try to attack her, he only nodded his head at her.
"Well?! Aren't you going to fight? You are a saiyan after all!" Barry let go of his head and hopped on her feet like a boxer as she put her guard up. "You're supposed to want to fight aren't you? Quinny, deactivate the suppression field."
"What?!" Her dad shouted, but not fast enough to stop Quinny or their new member was as curious as she was.
The saiyan looked much calmer than either of them expected, he only slowly looked to his left, then his right, and said. "I can sense you two are strong, and that there's a lot of people outside of this room. If we fought they could get really hurt." He stood up. "I don't want to fight you, I don't even know who you are."
Barry began to drop her guard and her footwork stopped. Was this guy really a part of the group that killed her people?
"Don't let down your guard!" her dad shouted. "It's a saiyan trick, stay vigilant and stick to the plan!"
At her father's instruction, her guard shot right back up and she went back to being ready to defend herself and end the saiyan's life in a moment.
But the thought couldn't escape her mind that Broly was right. She had put all of them at much more risk by removing the suppression field, but she wasn't about to fight someone who couldn't even defend themself. It only took one look into his eyes to see that even the thought of fighting him was ridiculous, trick or not, Broly seemed to be telling the truth.
"Why couldn't I sense all these people before? I'm not the best at sensing ki but I feel like I should've been able to -" He stopped talking as he looked at the door opposite of where Barry had entered from.
The last room in the outposts, the room that would determine the fate of this planet. A room that she had never entered into, and would never if she valued her life.
"Why is there someone inside the root of the tree?" Broly asked.
"You can ask them when you join them," Doctor Lychee said.
"But they're hurting, whoever is back there is being tortured!" Broly said.
"They volunteered for this," Barry said, "to stop the saiyan menace, to get revenge for their own planet and people, they put their life on the line."
"And as per your wonderful traitor's request," her dad added, "you'll give your life to it too. Don't worry, it will be a slow death, and you'll have an abundance of time to think of the people you saved by surrendering here. Quinny, if you'll do the honors?"
With Quinny's biohazard suit, she was the only person capable of going into the room. Somehow, at her outpost they had gotten the ki hiding technology they used on the dome down to a portable size, something she and her father thought would take decades of work.
Quinny put a hand to Broly's back and guided him to the door, he looked afraid, but he didn't protest.
"I'm sorry." Barry wondered how the words came out of her mouth.
"I'm sorry too," Broly said as he was guided through the door.
"Do not apologize to him, do not even think of him," her dad said once the two had left, "saiyans are a stain on this galaxy, once they're scrubbed out we will all be better for it. Do you truly want the DNA of such brutish monkeys ruining our perfect species? They live for combat, they couldn't stand to live in peace. Our people already learned that lesson once."
"But … he didn't seem like he hated peace," Barry said, "I think he would've talked to us more if we let him."
Her dad only shook his head and walked over to her, tutting at her like he did when she was a small girl. "You have much to learn. The only good saiyan right now, the only one of any worth, is above us right now, betraying his own kind."
Kakarot awoke in rubble, feeling like he had spent the night at the cantina on Frieza's ship drinking until the drinks had flavor. But then again, being ripped out of his great ape form from his tail missing wasn't ever a comfortable experience. He'd only experienced it once before and could now safely say it didn't get any better with age.
He couldn't remember anything that happened while he was a great ape, his head was swimming, there was fire all around him, and he was starting to get hungry, but he couldn't be happier. He had control over his body again, his plan could continue.