Everyone got on edge when a cerulean sky beam pierced through the cloud and slammed against the white tile set of God's Temple. The flashing sight of Baby Hatchiyack's red, pink, and golden colors didn't help that one bit, Goku, Yamcha, and Piccolo took up fighting stances, preparing to engage Baby Hatchiyack. Those able to sense Ki amongst them sensed the drastic drop in Chayote's Ki and the unfathomable surge in Baby's throughout the battle. They knew ahead of time that they may have ended up having to fight to protect the Earth eventually.
However, the sight of Vegeta, who immediately upon landing flung Chayote's limp body aside with half-hearted care, put everyone a bit more at ease. Everyone looked shocked because Vegeta came back to Earth together with Baby Hatchiyack. No one looked like they knew what to think about it.
"Are you hosting Baby inside you, Vegeta?" Piccolo scowled at the King of Saiyans.
"Damn! That's something we didn't consider, huh?" Yamcha freaked out, stumbling back. "Of course, Baby could infect Vegeta again after being separated!"
"That must be how they got the better of Chayote in her Legendary Super Saiyan form. By fighting together…" Goku gnashed his teeth.
"No… This can't be true. After everything we went through to fix you, you can't be…" Bulma nearly broke into tears.
"Shut the hell up!" Vegeta barked out with a shaking fist clenched out in front of him, restraining himself from pounding everyone irking him into oblivion. "I'm not infected. Baby and I have reached a deal. We're going to let him use the Dragon Balls and I'll let him live on Planet Vegeta alongside the reborn Tsufurians. The Saiyans have already planted their roots on Planet Earth. It would be cruel to break up so many families by forcing them to move to Planet Vegeta now. We've entertained that possibility a few times over the years, and it's safe to say that dream is over."
"Huh? So you struck a deal with Baby after all?" Goku instantly broke his fighting stance and straightened up before flashing a goofy grin. "Good on you, Vegeta! I'm glad you listened to reason."
"Don't you dare remind me you were the one to suggest it on the Dark Planet, Kakarot! Don't make me regret this!" Vegeta threatened Goku with a smack if he were to act smug about it.
"No one wants you to regret being the better man, Vegeta," Piccolo eased up and crossed his arms too, accepting this outcome. "We can spare both wishes of the Dragon Balls for this."
"I apologize…" Baby Hatchiyack bowed his head respectfully, in Kami Upa's direction surprising the rest of the on-duty Earth's protectors and their help. "I've caused this planet a fair bit of harm, and I may have killed some people during my conflict with that Saiyan Bardock. Not to mention, the people killed in my name during the initial Machine Mutant invasion. Needless to say, I do not condone any of the actions of Dr. Lychee and Dr. Myuu. It was always my intention to restore my race and live in peace. I will admit that the monumental weight of that task made me become desperate and jump to some grim conclusions about what must be done. King Vegeta truly is the better man today, as much as it hurts to admit."
"How's Chayote-san doing?" Kami Upa turned to Dende, who sweated to bring the sensitive part of this universe, necessary for it to exist, back to life.
"She's gravely wounded, but I should be able to heal her to full health in a few minutes," Dende replied, while Popo stood perched nearby and observed the process upon which the fate of the universe depended.
"We would have liked to revive those people that died in West City with the Dragon Balls, but there's a unique problem that we've encountered–some of them had already died before. If a great number of people end up dying in the future, we might not be able to resurrect any of them without using the Ultimate Dragon Balls, and collecting them again is a real hassle," Yamcha explained. "If this will put this matter to rest and restore peace amongst Planet Earth, the Saiyans, Baby, and the Machine Mutants, letting the Dragon Balls be used for it is worth it, I think."
With tired eyes and a wrinkly beyond her years face, Bulma jumped into Vegeta's arms, wrapping her arms around him and pressing herself tighter against him, as if trying to gorge him whole into her own body by forcefully shoving him inside her. Vegeta looked a bit creeped out at first by this unexpected burst of affection, but it took him just a few blinks to settle down and hug Bulma in return.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Let's get this whole thing over with. Everyone's got lives to go on with. Let's put an end to this millennia-old quarrel already!" Vegeta gave Bulma a serious look as if reasoning with her that the moment all of this was behind them, they could return to their ordinary lives and get back to living as a family.
After wiping her tears, Bulma walked up to her backpack, unzipped it, and rolled out a set of Earth's Dragon Balls they postponed using earlier. Wasting no time, they called out the Divine Dragon again. Despite his uncontested might, Baby Vegeta marveled at the majestic sight of the Divine Dragon's appearance. Even though he scanned through Vegeta's experiences for the secrets to using the Dragon Balls before, actually seeing them used in person was entirely different.
"OH, IT'S YOU LOT AGAIN. HAVE YOU FIGURED OUT A WISH YET?" the Divine Dragon growled upon being called twice on the same day, less than an hour apart from the last time he was called out.
"Let me," Vegeta gently gripped Bulma's waist and guided her behind him as he stepped out in front of the Divine Dragon. "Dragon, restore the exterminated Tsufurian race back to life!" he demanded.
"Can the Divine Dragon do that, I wonder? They were dead for so many years and it's an entire race being restored…" Kami Upa wondered out loud to himself, delving deep into his thoughts for a moment.
"IT CAN BE DONE!" the Divine Dragon replied with just a second of hesitation.
"Wait!" Yamcha yelled out and dashed in front of Vegeta, Bulma, and Baby, shaking his hands frantically like a prophet of doom. "Don't bring them back just yet. Fix Planet Vegeta first! Our battle with Broly did a real number on it, so if you bring them back, they'll all revive exactly where they died. Some of them might get hurt or die again because of the state of the planet!"
"I see, that makes sense," Vegeta nodded. The peeve of being interrupted that made his right eyebrow twitch went away when he realized that what Yamcha said was a clever observation.
"DO YOU WISH FOR THE TSUFURIANS TO BE REVIVED, OR NOT?" the Divine Dragon growled, blowing out hot air and dust from his mouth and nostrils in annoyance and waving his massive whiskers.
"Wait, Dragon, first, restore Planet Vegeta to its peak condition," Vegeta corrected his first wish. "Then you can resurrect the Tsufurians on it."
"I SEE, A SIMPLE MATTER…" The Divine Dragon's eyes glinted with bright red, then they blinked again. "IT IS DONE! FARE THEE WELL!"
"You've done more than you promised, King Vegeta," Baby Hatchiyack observed after all the people present in the God's Temple watched the Divine Dragon ascend into the heavens, part the nocturnal clouds, and then scatter the Dragon Balls in the shape of ordinary stones once again. "You could have asked the Divine Dragon to restore Planet Plant to the state it was in when the Saiyans and Tsufurians went to war. Instead, you restored it to the planet's peak, which is likely when the Tsufurian race was still in its infancy."
"Of course, it would have been a foolish thing to restore the planet to that dire state. Centuries of Saiyan ceaseless warfare and squabbling have actually been an improvement on the planet's condition back in the day, compared to the harm done to it by the Tsufurian scientific advancements and mining industry. You have a chance to do better. If you screw everything up again, this time, it will be on you, so don't come back to me begging!" Vegeta crossed his arms and turned away, almost like he was embarrassed by his own kindness and forethought of how to help the fledgling Tsufurian race the most.
"For that I am grateful, King Vegeta," Baby Hatchiyack nodded with a kinder disposition. While initially hopeful eyes and smiling didn't quite suit the perfect weapon of a body that was Hatchiyack, the more those feelings beamed from it, the more everyone got used to how it looked on Baby.
"The voices," Goku walked up to Baby Hatchiyack and stepped up on his toes to squint and peer as close as he could inside Baby Hatchiyack's head and all around it. "Can you still hear those Tsufurian voices calling for revenge in your head?"
"Sadly, I still do," Baby Hatchiyack's reflective blue eyes became somber. "However, given what I've seen and experienced today, I don't think that these voices speak for the deceased Tsufurian people. I think they are just what Dr. Lychee thought they would be like. Although with Dr. Lychee having abandoned his humanity and having been cast out from the Tsufurian society long before they were exterminated, I don't think he can speak for them in any way. I will make sure to silence those voices myself, through mastery over this body and stillness of mind. It will not be easy, but if the Saiyans and the Tsufurians can overcome their mutual dark history with just one simple gesture of goodwill, I will devote however much time and effort is necessary for a quiet and peaceful mind."
A loud roar and booming, golden energy nearly sent everyone blasting off the God's Temple and down the Korin Tower. The awakening energy was so intense that it dimmed the surrounding daylight with its radiance and turned sunlight into its shadow. Bracing themselves, everyone turned to its source–Chayote. The hysterical Saiyan woman was now healed and back on her feet, booming with Super Saiyan radiance and threatening to go berserk again.
"Calm down, Chayote!" Kami Upa rushed out in front of the Saiyan and spread his arms, standing as a human shield to the peaceful scene developing behind him. "It's okay now! It's alright, calm down! Baby is no longer our enemy!"
Seeing Upa in front of him, Chayote growled in confusion as her furious eyes opened wider. Bit by bit, the shining luster of her aura and the concussive shockwaves she was sending in all directions began dying down and her bulking up body shrank down to fit in the shredded remnants of her outfit that remained after her battle and the drastic increase in mass and bulk.
"Legendary Super Saiyan, no… Chayote," Baby Hatchiyack walked through the space between Goku's and Vegeta's shoulders and approached the shrunken down Saiyan woman before looking down into her eyes. "I have an especially grand apology to make to you. Of all the people I've hurt in my desperation, I must have hurt you the most. I've said all those awful things, I've seen you as nothing more than the fabled legend of my hated enemy, the avatar of everything that I must destroy. The object of my vengeance, perhaps even more than King Vegeta. I and your friends who were infected with fragments of my consciousness have threatened your son and your way of life. I realize now that I look at things with a clearer mind, I was every bit as bigoted and cruel toward you as the Saiyans were to my kind long ago. The peace I seek to forge between our races is meaningless if I do not have your forgiveness."
"Yeah, whatever…" Chayote pulled the shredded strips of her outfit in around her tighter and crossed her arms over them to keep them from slipping off while she turned around and looked away. "As I told you before, I was born long after whatever happened to your people and the Saiyans. I wasn't even that attentive in the academy when they taught us history of all the great Saiyan conquests, so I only know of the Tsufurians by name and reference. I don't feel any particular way about it. Go ahead and do whatever you like, as long as you don't threaten my home or my family."
Baby Hatchiyack's face became blissful. It was almost as if Chayote's nonchalant forgiveness had finally sealed his millennia-long journey toward the restoration of his people. His dream was finally realized, and it was now time to go back home and live it. To look onward and toward new horizons, new heights for his people to explore, and new challenges to face. Baby could not have been more elated.
In a way, perhaps Dr. Lychee's dream was realized as well. Even though he didn't quite see it this way and sought to annihilate the universe and replace it with a new, entirely artificial, and cybernetic construct for Baby, Dr. Lychee's greatest invention, to govern all by himself, Baby was sure that if he ever came to overcome his worst qualities, just like Baby did that day, he would have enjoyed seeing his people alive and thriving on a beautiful little corner of the universe they could once again call home.
"Well, a little goodwill went a long way, didn't it?" Kami Upa nodded, feeling favored by fortune for such an ideal resolution to the conflict.
"Earth's God, even though I and the Machine Mutants have caused your planet so much pain and trouble, I hope our peoples can still consider themselves friends," Baby Hatchiyack turned to Kami Upa with hopeful eyes.
"Of course, if there is any way in which we can assist your people with the restoration of their civilization, we will do whatever we can to help," Kami Upa nodded in approval. "There might also come a day when we might require your help in the future to save the Earth. We can only hope that the Tsufurians will do whatever the Earthlings and the Saiyans would do for them."
"You can expect nothing less, Earth's God," Baby Hatchiyack affirmed. "While the distance between our worlds is vast, I hope we can share our lessons and experiences of how to further peaceful and thriving way of life in splendid natural worlds together. Make no mistake, the enemies of Planet Earth are the enemies of the Tsufurian people as well."
Piccolo fixed his focused glare on Kami Upa. The Ultimate Namekian knew exactly what Upa referred to with his attempt at making allies with easily the most powerful entity in the entire universe. It was tough to say if the gloomy end that Kami Upa's magical prophetic waters predicted included the help of Baby Hatchiyack and the Tsufurians, but right now Piccolo struggled to imagine anyone who could stand against and defeat Baby if he were to fight on Earth's behalf.
"Hmm…" Baby Hatchiyack turned away. A holographic sky-blue-colored screen lit up over his right eye with readings and processes running rampant across it while Baby's outlandish mind processed everything without skipping a beat. "It appears that the Machine Mutants have transported to Planet Earth too. They would not have done so if they could still salvage the Big Gete Star. Given the uncomfortable history between our people, it would be for the better if we did not overstay our welcome."
"Hmph, if the Big Gete Star turned into a scrap heap, how do you intend on returning to your planet?" Vegeta wondered with a grumpy expression, never leaving his face for a second.
"Honestly, I don't know…" Baby Hatchiyack sighed.
"Oh, I'm sure we can arrange something!" Bulma winked, walking up to the terrifying-looking titan and dragging her index finger across Hatchiyack's cheek, baffling the artificial powerhouse with her affectionate behavior. "It just so happens that Capsule Corps used to have a thriving space tourism program. We can pull some strings and send you and all of your Machine Mutants back home to your people."
"Really? You would do that?" Baby Hatchiyack gasped, refusing to believe the Earthling's kindness. "That must be so many ships. How could we ever repay something like that? Please understand that our race has just been revived and we have little in terms of money or natural resources. I have promised myself that we will never stress our planet as much as the Tsufurians did in the past too."
"Oh, there's no need for anything like that," Bulma playfully cackled, covering her mouth with her hand. His wife's altruistic behavior seemed to pique even Vegeta's interest, who never knew his Bulma to have a selfless thought in her mind during their time spent living together. "It's just that helping you might end up reviving that space tourism sector. You see, back when Vegeta was reigning over the Saiyan empire on Planet Vegeta, he and I had a sort of understanding…"
"Hmph. Now I see what you're getting at," Vegeta tucked his chin and closed his eyes, almost like he was embarrassed by his wife's selfishness right after he had done perhaps the single-handedly most altruistic act in his entire life.
"Don't worry, Queen of Saiyans, I think I understand our engagement. The Tsufurians will refuse to tax any vessels with the Capsule Corps insignia and apply additional tariffs to any ships traveling through our sector without it," Baby Hatchiyack nodded in affirmation of the deal he and Bulma struck for this kindness while all the Machine Mutants hovered and loaded themselves into the spaceships occupying the entire city district.
"Queen of Saiyans, I love the sound of that…" Bulma nuzzled her own blushing cheeks while shaking her hips in excitement. "Princess would sound nicer, but I suppose queens can be young and beautiful too."
"Take care then, Baby, Planet Plant's all yours now," Vegeta saluted the departing Neo Tsufurian with a careless tilt of his index and middle fingers off of the position of crossed arms while the rest of Bulma's house party guests waved farewell to the departing ships.
"I take it you calling it Planet Plant is you refusing my offer to continue calling our home planet in your honor?" Baby Hatchiyack grinned.
"Calling a planet in your name is pretentious, anyway. Especially when you're not even living on that planet or ruling it. You can have your world back, the Saiyans have found their home elsewhere," Vegeta nodded.
In the curious crowd seeing Capsule Corps launching hundreds of spaceships shooting off into the cosmos and unbelievable speed, there were plenty of Saiyans and their families too. Saiyans that had all the same experiences as Chayote and Vegeta did, knowing of Tsufurians only by meaningless name reference in history, yet wrongfully relating their demise as a source of Saiyan pride.
Had the Saiyans spent their years warring and conquering still, maybe they would have hated King Vegeta's decree to rename their home planet to Planet Plant and return it to the Tsufurians. However, since they've come to know peaceful family lives and relative safety here on Planet Earth, letting go of their violent history not only came easy to most of them but also gave them a long-needed sense of closure. With this tranquil catharsis making solid foundations for them to continue wholehearted and peaceful, ordinary daily lives here on Planet Earth.