The scent of food woke the tiny Saiyan warrior. As his eyes opened, he noticed once again he was not at home in his bed. While he didn't mind staying in this new place, he much preferred waking up in his own room. Tarro rolled onto his stomach, glancing around the room. He observed that he was the only one in the room. It wasn't like his mother to leave him in bed alone.

Everything's so weird… The baby Saiyan lamented as he stretched. Dad's been gone forever… I miss him so much. Mom does too, I can see how sad she is when I talk about him.

Tarro could remember the first time he asked about his father. While he was only a mere infant, the little warrior felt as if his mother understood what he was saying.

"Dada!" The baby Saiyan pointed towards the wall. Ellery and Tarro were at home. The young mother was cooking breakfast, while he was playing with his toys in the living room. Glancing at the walls, the little warrior could see photos of their family. He crawled over to the wall, using it to stand. He reached for the picture of his father, getting frustrated that he wasn't tall enough.

Ellery turned around, seeing what her little man was trying to do. The Saiyan woman made her way over to her son. She picked him up, holding him close as she took the picture off of the wall.

"Yeah… That's your Daddy." The young mother had a sad smile on her features. "Daddy's there, and so is Mommy. You were just a little thing then, growing inside me. All of our family is here. There's your brother's Goten and Gohan." Ellery continued to name everyone in the photo.

Tears were falling down her face slowly. "You remind me of him a lot." Ellery kissed Tarro's head. "You have messy hair just like him, and you have Daddy's eyes."

Tapping the photo with his hand, the little warrior attempted to grab his father out of the photograph. "Dada!!" Tarro became increasingly more frustrated, crying out.

"I know you miss him, sweetheart." Ellery set the picture on the end table before she rubbed her son's back, attempting to soothe him. "I do too."

Tarro looked up, seeing just how distraught his mother was. Tears were flowing heavily down her face. She was attempting to catch her breath as she sat down. The little warrior clung to his mother, wanting to take her pain away. He could feel her strong arms wrap around him. His mother's tail soothingly ran across the top of his head. After a few moments like this, both Ellery and Tarro felt more at ease.

"Your dad is a strong warrior." His Mom whispered, her voice breaking as she spoke. "He's training to protect the two of us. I know he needs to do this, but I hate that he's not here to watch you grow. You're such a wonderful and special little boy, Tarro. Mommy and Daddy love you very much."

Glancing at the edge of the bed, the little warrior attempted to calculate the distance to the floor. Tarro made his way towards the edge, swinging his legs down first. The baby Saiyan slid out of the bed, feeling his toes come into contact with the cold floor. His little heart pounded from the adrenaline. Looking around the room, Tarro was trying to find the door. He had to take one hand off of the bed he clung to, this gave him more range.

The door looked as if it were miles away. The little warrior grumbled in frustration. Tarro knew his Mom didn't like him flying around. He was much too young, and could hurt himself if he's inside. His tail unwrapped from its position around his waist, acting as a balance for the baby Saiyan. Letting go of the bed, Tarro slowly put one foot in front of the other. Even though it took him several steps, he finally made it to the cracked door.

Using his little fingers to open it further, Tarro walked out of the bedroom. He noticed his mother and the two nice ladies. The person he didn't see was the one he wanted to play with! Continuing down the wall, Tarro used his energy to power his legs through this long journey. The little warrior knew his brother's room was at the end of this hall. If he could make it there, maybe Goten would play with him!

As he got closer, the baby Saiyan was thankful the door was already open enough for him to enter. Tarro's eyes brightened seeing his older brother. The little warrior's legs propelled him faster. "Bubba!"

The half-Saiyan jumped once he heard Tarro's voice coming towards him. "Well hey little man." Goten grinned, picking up the birthday boy. "Happy Birthday!"

Excited to see his older brother, the little warrior raised his hand, touching Gotens in a high five.

"Nice!" Goten chuckled as he sat on the edge of the bed. He could smell his mom cooking breakfast.

"Whatcha makin, Mom? Smells good!"

All three ladies turned around, surprised that Goten had Tarro on his hip.

"Mama!!" The baby Saiyan grinned happily.

"Good morning my little warrior." Ellery smiled at her son. "Happy Birthday!"

"I'm going to kill that idiot!!"

Vegeta paced back and forth, his fingers holding the bridge of his nose. His eyes were closed as he tried to think of a solution. Whis, Lord Beerus, and the Prince have been deflecting Bulma's calls all morning. The Destroyer was beginning to regret the extra pieces of communication his Attendant got from the bluenette. She's been using every device to call them, wanting to know if they were going to attend the party. The trio knew she was pissed at them, but none had the heart to tell her the news.

It was Tarro's Birthday today, and Goku has been unreachable for weeks. The spiky haired warrior took the Attendant's staff, transporting himself into another dimension. Under normal circumstances, Whis could make it appear in the blink of an eye. However, for some reason it's not coming back, bringing Goku with it.

"I'm almost positive he's ran out of food at this point." Whis said in a flat tone. Not having his staff for this long has left him extremely irritable. It would be an easy thing to fix. However, if they were to do so, the Omni Kings would need to get involved. The angel didn't want to mention this idea to anyone, wanting to avoid repercussions by his father.

"Gods Dammit!!!" Beerus roared angrily. "If that phone rings one more time, we're going to have to come up with an answer!"

"We don't have a fucking answer!!" Vegeta yelled back.

"There's one…" The Attendant piped up, taking a long and deep breath.

Both the Destroyer and Prince looked at the deity. They were equally confused, but each came to their own conclusion rather quickly. Lord Beerus had a look of pure horror on his features. Vegeta however, held a glimmer of hope.

"The Omni Kings!" The Saiyan mentioned happily.

"The Omni Kings.." Beerus and Whis grumbled simultaneously with Vegeta.

Attracted by their screaming, the Grand Minister appeared behind the group. The Attendant's father showed up moments before inside the castle. He immediately noticed no one was in the home except for the Oracle Fish. It didn't take him long to figure out where the group was. The High Priest was sure they could be heard on the next planet.

The Grand Minister chose to observe for the time being, seeing how long it took them to realie he was there. Coincidentally, the High Priest was there for the same reason the group was freaking out. The spiky haired warrior already made his way to the Omni King's planet. However, he is in such a bad condition that he was left behind to heal. The button gifted to the Saiyan is what saved him.

Zeni and Zeno were in their game room, sitting at one of the several tables. The Omni Kings were essentially playing marbles with the planets, watching them crash into each other.

"Oop!" Zeno giggled as he flicked a planet into three different ones, causing all four of them to explode.

"Yaaaay!!" Zeni laughed, kicking his legs underneath the table.

After a few more turns, the Omni Kings were beginning to get bored of their game. Leaning back in their chairs simultaneously, the Kings of Everything glanced at each other.

"That was fun…. But I wanna do something different now." The Omni King of this Universe mentioned.

"Maybe we could ask the Grand Minister if he needs help?" Zeno offered. "Sometimes he wants to get away from his work, perhaps he'll spar with us!"

"That Sounds like a great idea!"

"I think so too!"

The two companions walked out of their game room, heading straight down the hallway. Getting to their destination quickly, Zeni and Zeno both opened the doors of the High Priest's office. He was sitting at his desk, reviewing some papers it seemed.

Glancing up, the Grand Minister smiled at the surprise guests. "Welcome in sires." He watched as they both closed the doors of the office behind them. "What brings you by? I thought you were playing a game?"

"We were…" Zeni began.

"... But we got bored." Zeno finished.

"So we came to see you!" The little blue Deities said in unison.

The High Priest chuckled at their childish demeanor. It was one of the things he loved most about them. "I've got quite a bit of work to do. I would love to meet you in the battle room once i'm finished. Do you think you can occupy yourselves until then?"

"Of course!" Zeni grinned.

"This is going to be so fun!'

Just as the two companions were about to leave the Grand Minister's office, Zeni's left pocket began to shine. The little blue deity pulled the button out, seeing that it had been activated.

"Goku's on his way here!"

"Really?!" Zeno exclaimed happily. "That's amazing!!"

Suddenly, the warrior appeared in a bright flash of light. Whis' staff flew across the room, nearly breaking a window at the back of the Grand Minister's office. The Saiyan fell in a heap before them. He was barely breathing, and what was left of his clothing was in tatters.

"OH NO!"

"GOKU!!!" Zeni cried.

"Take him to the infirmary, quickly." The Grand Minister delegated. "He's going to need a miracle."

"We'll heal him!" Zeni and Zeno each placed a hand on Goku before teleporting out of the room.

The High Priest quickly took hold of the Attendant's staff. He was going to deliver it to him personally.

As the Angel stood back, listening to the three bicker, he couldn't help but reminisce on how their lives have changed with Goku in it.

"What are we waiting for??? Let's get going!" The Prince took a hold of the Attendant, knowing it took a considerable amount of time to reach The Palace. Without the help of Goku or a Supreme Kai, they're going to be gone for most of the day. The odds of making it in time for the party were getting slim.

"Ugh…" Whis sighed. "I don't know how we're going to get there. My Staff is trapped with Goku, and I'm not sure how to get a hold of the Kai's without it."

The hairs on the back of Lord Beerus' neck began to stand. Something didn't feel right. As the Destroyer glanced around them, he finally noticed the Grand Minister in the background. His face turned stark white, his knees buckling underneath him.

Vegeta's eyes widened, noticing Beerus's paleness. Looking in the same direction as the purple cat, the Saiyan's gaze fell upon the High Priest. He looked as if he were lamenting, but was irritated that he had to be here.

"Y-Your holiness!" Lord Beerus stammered. "To what do we owe this pleasure??"

"Oh I just stopped by to give my son a gift." The Angel tossed the staff in Whis' direction, nearly hitting him with it. The Attendant was in complete shock! How on Earth did the Grand Minister obtain his staff.

"Father, I-I can explain.."

"Now's not the time. Your friend is in trouble." The High Priest held out his hand. "You need to come with me immediately."