The Heart of the Adventurers

By LastationLover5000 and Demod20, edited by Firegod00

Chapter 11 - A Saiyan's True Worth

Raditz could feel it.

The surge of power that coursed through his veins, pushing it and raising it to new heights than he ever experienced. In the past, he had tossed energy around, only making the slightest of adjustments to alter its lethal potency. He hadn't unlocked the secrets of ki in all his time spent as a bodyguard to the Prince, realizing that one can completely manipulate one's own energy to the point of raising their battle power for critical strikes or malleable attacks as the emerald skinned fighter once demonstrated.

Using this newfound strength, he kicked off the top of a tower of sediment, letting it collapse from the force of his jump. Accelerating he'd project a petering trail of bright rose shooting him across the sky like a burning comet. His soaring trajectory had him clash violently with an incandescent white aura of similar intensity, creating a thunderous blast of two crashing ki that shattered the nearby natural structures of earth. In this wasteland he'd unleash a barrage of thrashing moves of his arms and legs, making use of his superior size to bar the path of the purple garbed man.

Every contact of his limbs with the other's made him realize just how far the once enemy now tentative ally had become. In just under a few months, he's become a competent warrior, now roughly closer to his level of strength as they both increased at a steady pace every day. Using their time at night to have an intense sparring session, they'd awake the next day to recover while pushing their mutual pupil to higher heights.

The plan was rudimentary in its simple nature. Showcase the best of their talents in a combined training regiment so the daughter of their rival could be utilized at maximum potential. Even if she was a child, she was their best bet of possibly staving off their enemy's worst. However, even while her progress has been good for her age...the gnawing feeling had gotten to the begrudging uncle.

That feeling, in the middle of a fight, allowed a free punch to his face that stunned him. His world spun, vision going red, making his sparring partner get cocky. A blow to his armored chest followed by a catapulting third strike, he'd allow himself to fall straight to the earth. The throbbing sensation cleared by the time he regained his bearings, coordinated his descent and timed a perfect counter.

Unraveling from his waist, his tail whipped out to catch the ground, splintering it with the force that was dispersed. His arms folded over his chest as his eyes opened, watching Piccolo follow him down but had long since lowered his energy; something he had also learned in the few months of training with him, the sensing of ki.

"Hey, I saw you spacing out and decided to wake you up out of your day dream," The former King of Demons regarded with a serious edge to his voice. Crossing his own arms as he observed the Saiyan push himself with his prehensile limb upright he'd wait for him to rise. Once at eye level, he let the wind of the air cool the soreness of their training while keeping on topic. "What's eating you?"

"I was just thinking," The Saiyan warrior began, arms still crossed but his head turning to look at a distant plateau he knew his niece was sleeping on top of. Beyond it, was the glow of the Earth's Full Moon. He knew that if he stared directly in its path, he'd be uncontrollable, so he chose to train near where a good number of visible obstacles could impede his eyesight from staring at it directly. Shaking to regain clarity, he returned his attention to the patient involuntary defender of Earth. "We're making good progress, both us and the child. However, I don't think we'll have enough time to be at a satisfactory level."

Scoffing, Piccolo unraveled his arms and balled his hands into fists, "Don't tell me you plan on giving up!"

"I'm just saying we should come to terms with an impending death while going forward with this!" Raditz argued back, his teeth baring with frustration as his own arms became undone. "If that child isn't even close to being on the level we need, we all dig early graves on this tombstone of a world. It won't matter if we even become on par with Aspara, which is doubtful. If she can't slow down Vegeta or his loyal lackey Nappa, we're all going to die. Slowly and painfully."

"Well, we can only train so much. If we had more time, perhaps, but we're doing the best we can."

"It's those two Earthling females fault!" Raditz swore with a growl, turning about with an exaggerative wave of his arms. "They keep coming by, insisting that they have far greater claim to see to the child's well being. She won't become the warrior we need her to be if she continues to be coddled by them."

"Heh, well, it's not like they don't have a substantial claim to them," Piccolo joked with a smirk.

"I'm surprised, green man, that you haven't tried to stop their meddling," The Saiyan Elite turned to form a scowl towards his partner. "Where did your backbone go?!"

"There are certain battles I'll never fight, Saiyan, even if you're more than willing to bicker back and forth with them," The former Demon King retorted with a snort. "Plus, even if we did try to intimidate them or force them out, I'd rather not be on the receiving end of Son's wrath. Unless you'd like to chance it after he's done training with Kaio, be my guest."

Sneering, the Saiyan had no retort. It wasn't like he could just tell them off, Bulma being as tenacious and forceful as any female of his own race ever could be. Then her sister, Tights, just kept being far to sentimental and caring to the point of making him feel uncomfortable. The pair were just infuriating and often brought the day's momentum of training to an outright crawl.

His niece had potential, but he figured her family was pampering her far too much for her to go all-out; especially when her life was on the line.

His thoughts dwelt on Pan and he realized that he had no particular hatred for the half breed child of Kakarrot. She annoyed him with her clever wit being used mischievously but was equally respectful to him and her other mentor, calling them both "Uncle". It was odd to be treated so familiarly as if he was always a member of the family.

A family he hadn't possessed for years.

The ground shook him free of dwelling on such thoughts. The quakes shuddered the air both him and the big green fighter hovered within. Both became bug-eyed at what could possibly cause such trembling in the landscape. But as they stretched their senses to feel for a ki responsible, both turned to look at a monstrous form, growing out to be a giant simian creature with brown fur and a long furred tail.

He knew without a doubt that Pan had ignored his warnings to avoid looking up at the night sky. She had transformed into an Oozaru!

"Wh-What the Hell is that thing?!" Piccolo shouted with abject shock.

"You mean, you never saw Kakarrot transform?!" Raditz asked, then promptly slapped his face promptly. "Of course not! That idiot had his tail cut off, why would he transform?!"

"It wasn't cut off in my previous life encounter with him, but he never turned into...this!" He retorted, watching Pan's bulk obscure the full moon -much to Raditz's thankfulness- as she roared loudly. The strength of her shout was enough to blow the tops off the many peaks of sediment that cultivated this particular canyon. It made Piccolo wince visibly with more pain than the discomfort that Raditz had.

When she formed a wellspring of crimson outlined white in her mouth, they both separated as a beam funneled between them with the width of a freight train. Passing them by with a scorching heat imprint upon the ground and nearby structures of stone, it collided with a distant mountain range and exploded violently. Nothing was left, much to the ferocious beast that had replaced the Saiyan's niece.

"She's going on a rampage! We have to stop her!" Piccolo howled with panic mingling with outrage.

"There are a few methods with dealing with untrained Saiyans when they transform," Raditz began, his voice raised as he drew closer upon seeing Pan turned to smash her fists and tail upon other large groups of rock formations. "The first is to destroy the moon. It supplies Blutz Waves, the energy our eyes absorb and then transfer to our tails. As long as we bask in its rays, we can continually fight with ten times the strength of our maximum potential."

"I can do that," The Demonic warrior grinned, turning to prep a blast with a bulge in his right arm. Before he could do that, Raditz grabbed his wrist just as it was about to fire. He growled and shook free with indignation. "What?!"

"You idiot!" Raditz shouted with infuriation. "Even if you destroy the moon, we have means of creating our own artificial moons. Both Nappa and Vegeta are capable of this feat! Plus, it would be an invaluable asset to any Saiyans on our side, Kakarrot and Pan included!"

"Then what are our alternatives?!" Piccolo snarled with frustration.

"Grab hold of her tail," He said, pointing at her turned backside as the aforementioned prehensile limb thrashed a another plateau as she stomped and roared loudly with fists beating on her chest. "As long as you put enough pressure it'll weaken her and undo her transformation. Just make sure you don't tear it off. I don't want her to go her life maimed and without an important part of herself missing for the sake of convenience."

"Tsk, that sounds like compassion, Saiyan," Piccolo teased with a wry grin. "What ever would the women think of that?"

"No different than you keeping watch of the child and saving her from every little thing that may harm her!" He retorted, shaking his head with further iration. "Whatever! Let's just get this done already!"

"Hmph," Piccolo huffed as he took powered flight just as Raditz did.

Their calculated assault would not be one of direct confrontation but rather of subterfuge. If what the Saiyan Elite said was true, they were facing a berserk Pan with ten fold the strength of what she displays on a good day. Even barring her inner potential, this was a force of nature they couldn't underestimate.

Fortunately for them, the Saiyaness was in such a rage that she didn't notice their rocketing approach.

Piccolo did his best not to be smashed into a bloody pulp by the flailing limb, easily four to five times his size in length alone. Once he saw it flail upward in a pronounced manner as Pan roared once more, he seized his opportunity. Wrapping his arms around the furred limb he put all of his energy into a concentrated vice grip that tightened fiercely.

Pan's howls became gargled groans of pain and shock. Before his eyes he saw her devolve, becoming less hairy and more akin to her base state. Tighter and tighter he constricted his limbs around the tail, watching her shrink till she was merely three and a half meters in height. Writhing and flailing her arms, she didn't seem to become any smaller than this.

When Raditz appeared, his arms were crackling with rose tint of potent ki. Keeping his gaze away from the moon himself he forcefully smashed the forehead of Pan's growling face. A loud seismic boom was let loose and Piccolo had to become scarce from the backward flailing frame of Goku's daughter from crushing him outright. Landing with a loud thud, they both were bore witness to her returning to her humanoid frame.

Deprived of her precious gi and Nyoi-bō.

"Tch, little brat caused us quite a bit of trouble," Piccolo snarled between ragged huffs of labored breath. Turning to look at the Saiyan who stifled any sign of exhaustion on his part, he rolled his eyes and turned to look back at her. "We'll have to make sure to have her sleep in a cave or something that doesn't have the moon in plain view if we don't want a repeat of this incident again."

"Definitely don't mention this to the women," Raditz intoned lowly.

"Don't need to tell me twice," The reincarnated Demon King snorted. Raising up his hand he let out a shout as a golden beam encapsulated the girl. Her apparel was returned to normal, save for the pole. "There, they won't know the difference."

"You can materialize clothing? That's a weird power of yours, big green," The Saiyan commented dryly.

"Don't call me that," He growled, turning on his heels to walk towards the wreckage that was the majority of the canyon. "I'm going to go hunt down Son's heirloom. You keep an eye on her."

"Is that magic stick really worth the effort?"

"Better she has it and not know she lost control, than question us what happened tonight," He spoke lowly, a sense of protection heard in his words. It further confused the Saiyan that he'd go hunt for the red weapon if only because of its limited usefulness. Before he could really argue, he was already out of sight and hunting among the debris.

"Geez kid," Raditz huffed, squatting by his unconscious niece with a look of annoyance. "You made me go on a limb to make sure you aren't handicapped for life. Even if you could grow your tail back, I don't want you ending up like your dad. You're going to be a strong Saiyan warrior, stronger than either of us."

Without realizing it, he was reaching out to stroke her lavender hair. Recoiling, he looked at his hand with utter confusion. Shaking his head, he reached down and grabbed Pan to be placed delicately over his shoulder. With his back towards the now perfectly seen moon, no long obscured by the towers of rocks, he made long strides towards a decently shaded spot for the girl to sleep off her traumatic experience.

"Sleep long and well, kid," Raditz spoke quietly during his walk. "You're going to need it for the training we're going to put you through from this point on."

Serpent Road, Afterlife

How long as Son Goku been running? He wasn't sure. Serpent Road seemed endless, and he was feeling exhaustion — something he hadn't truly felt in ages. "I know it had to be more than a hundred days ago..." the Saiyan thought to himself, clutching at his stomach. He was only so sure of this because he'd eaten the first fruit of the Enseiji awhile back, and its effects had long since worn off. He could clearly remember when he had eaten it — like the ogre had said, he'd felt a considerable boost in power, and felt entirely replenished. But now that the effect had ended—

"—I'm hungry!" Goku cut across his thoughts, shouting into the emptiness of the Afterlife.

Regardless, hungry or not, Goku pushed on, dashing down Serpent Road with all the persistence of a stubborn mule. His boots hit the scaled walkway, and while he longingly thought of the bentō strapped to his obi, but shook himself from it. The Enseiji fruit reminded the Saiyan a lot of the Senzu from back on Earth — and he might need this last one.

Goku, however, toughed it out, and although he did not know it, one hundred and twenty one days had passed. And he was nearing the end of the road; in merely four months, the Saiyan had crossed Serpent Road, and achieved a record time — even surpassing the record set by Enma himself. Four months of constant running, and a straight twenty-one of them plagued by hunger, Son Goku was nearing the end of his rope. But, he saw the figurative light at the end of the tunnel; the tail end of the Serpent Road.

Gasping for air as he slowed to a halt, Goku looked out over the edge — and he saw nothing. "Eh!?" The Saiyan gasped, dragging out the syllable as long as possible in shock. As he stared out over the finned edge of the Serpent Road, all Goku saw was yellow cloud extending outward as far as the eye could see; an empty space, with no promised planet in sight.

"N-No way!" Goku looked around in a panic, head turning every which way. "It's gotta be he—" He was cut short, however, when his frantic flailing caused him to glimpse a floating green object in the distance. "Oh! Something round...that has to be the planet!" Excitement brimming within him, the Saiyan made a wide leap, cheering, only to find that flying was difficult. Reminding himself that it had been far too long since he'd last eaten, he tried to balance his ki as he flew towards the spheroid.

When he closed in, the Saiyan saw a house, and grinned to himself. "I knew it! This has to be the right pla—!" He felt an intense pull, and he began to scream, dragging out the final word as his body rocketed towards the small planet like a meteor. "Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!" Crashing into the ground, Goku's entire body rocked with pain, and he felt an intense pressure keeping him onto the grassy surface.

"Ugh..." Goku groaned, trying to force his body up, but the intense force kept him pinned to the ground. "What's...what's with this place? My entire body...i-it feels like lead!"

"You know..." came a slow voice, accompanied by a snicker. "I've heard of people taking a crash course, but I think you take the cake."

There was a tense silence, and Goku forced his head against the force to look for the sound of the voice. His eyes fell upon a short, rotund man with blue skin and two whiskers, looking down on him. His eyes were masked by sunshades, and his clothes were unique; an outfit he couldn't properly describe, black in colour with a character emblazoned on the front, within a circle.

The figure frowned, looking at Goku with disappointment. "Most people would be laughing, especially any aspiring student of comedy!" He sounded almost indignant that Goku's sense of humour didn't mesh with his.

"But...I'm not here...for jokes!" replied Goku, still pinned to the ground by the force overbearing itself on him. "I'm here...to study martial arts...under some Kaiō guy!"

"Oh, a martial arts student?" replied the man, smiling. "Why didn't you say so?! That 'Kaiō guy' is me; I'm the North Kaiō!"

"A-Awesome...!" grunted Goku. "But...why can't I...budge!?" He was beginning to force himself from his prostrate position, clambering to his feet in a crouch. "What's...wrong with this place?"

"Well, to me, it looks like you don't understand the gravity of the situation!"

There was another dead silence and Goku merely blinked at North Kaiō's expectant face.

"...It's gravity," replied the Kaiō with a sigh. "Despite its small size, the gravity on my planet is stronger than most average planets, so it seems like you come from a planet with relatively weak gravity."

"W-Well, I come from Earth..."

"Earth?" replied North Kaiō, finally showing some interest. "I suppose you would be cracking under the pressure here—" (another sigh followed as Goku showed no response) "—as the gravity on my planet is ten times that of Earth! I'm actually surprised you can stand, I didn't think Earthlings were made of this kind of tough stuff!"

"I've actually heard that I'm a Saiyan..."

"Oh, a Saiyan?" replied the Kaiō, his eyes presumably widening behind his sunshades. "And...from the looks of it, you're not even dead. A living Saiyan, from Earth, here on my planet...well now, I'm very surprised."

"Well, God an' that Enma guy gave me permission to run the Serpent Road to meet you so I can train!"

"A Saiyan, living no less, on my planet..." North Kaiō seemed stunned. "This isn't a development I get every day — even though I have had far more important visitors before — you're an interesting one. But you don't have a tail; I know some things slip my mind, but I thought a Saiyan were born with them."

This had been the second time someone had brought up Goku's lack of a tail — Raditz had been sure to mention it when he arrived on Earth. Was having a tail that important for a Saiyan? Frowning, Goku decided to elaborate, his conflicted feelings over his heritage notwithstanding. He explained how God had removed his tailed when he was a boy, claiming it was "getting in the way", and he agreed, despite the fact that he had always felt better — stronger even — with his tail.

North Kaiō sighed. "He didn't really have any idea what he was doing, I see; you Saiyans are at your strongest when you have your tails. It helps regulate your ki, improves your general abilities, and is the key to a Saiyan's true strength. If you'd like, I could actually restore it for you."

"Restore...my tail?" Goku repeated.

"Of course." replied North Kaiō. "If you want to train here, and you want the best results, a Saiyan needs their tail."

"A Saiyan needs their tail..." repeated Goku. He remembered when he was young, fighting a beast named Giran; when he was bound up by the weird gum that Giran made, he had only been able to break out of it when his tail had spontaneously grown back. It had been a huge rush of power, and he'd always felt odd without his tail since. "Alright, Kaiō! Go on an' restore it!"

"Just 'Kaiō'? No respect," sighed North Kaiō, before motioning for Goku to show his back to him. "A scar and limb are a bit different than wounds, but I should be able to restore it, so just keep still." He extended both of his short arms, palms spread wide. Goku's body was immersed in a soft, golden glow. He looked down at his body with a look of amazement; the fatigue from running Serpent Road was vanishing, though the persistent gravity remained. And then it happened.

The warmth centered around his tail bone, and he could feel a pleasant sensation — a long formed scar healing itself, before becoming flesh, and then, within moments, his tail jutted out, completely formed. It ripped a hole into the gi he wore, and it was waving around behind his body as if it had never left.

"My tail...!" Goku gasped, testing its control to see if he still could move it as he had when he was young, and was excited to see that it felt no different. "You really did it, Kaiō! Thanks!"

"Lord Kaiō, geez," replied the deity, wiping sweat from his brow and sighing. "At least you have the manners to thank me, even if you can't give me something resembling respect. I am a god, you know!"

"Sorry, sorry," replied Goku casually, waving it off.

"I suppose now I should ask, why did you come here to train?" continued the god. "It isn't just every day God and Enma let a living man cross over into the Afterlife, you know?"

"Well, to tell you the truth..." began Goku, and he explained everything that Raditz had told him back at the hospital — about the impending arrival of the Saiyans, and their combat strength. How he needed to train so he could be strong enough to fight them. How even Raditz wasn't strong enough to fight them, and he and Piccolo were having such a difficult time against just one Saiyan.

"Seems you've gotten yourself in quite a situation — seven Saiyans heading your way in a year?" Wiping the sweat from his brow again, North Kaiō tried to assess the situation. "Martial arts master or no, I'm going to have to say seven Saiyans would be a bit much even for myself; they're a violent species, born and raised to fight. They've gone to many dangerous planets, fighting and killing the native races to take these planets in the name of their leader. And now they've got their sights on Earth."

"Too much...for you?" replied Goku in shock. "It might not even be a year now; I spent all that time runnin' on Serpent Road!"

"Don't go jumping to conclusions," cut in North Kaiō. "Just because they're too much for me to handle, doesn't mean they're too much for you. All you need to do is become stronger than me before they arrive. But first, let me just see how long it'll take them to get here." Turning away from Goku, the deity focused all his attention towards the Lower Realms. "Yeah, there they are. And from the look of that pacing, I'd say they'll reach in, oh...214 days."

"An' I hav' ta get stronger than you in 214 days...? Easier said than done..." grunted the Saiyan. "Even with my tail...I can still hardly move an' we've been talking for so long."

"Oh it's more than enough time! 214 days of training here will be like a few thousand years of training down on Earth. But you're right — that's the first step," replied North Kaiō, grinning. "Before I can teach you anything, you need to master this planet's gravity. The Saiyans were born and raised on a planet like this, and if you can't adjust, you won't be any match for them." Without any further delay, he turned and called for "Bubbles!", and they waited in brief silence until there was the sound of hooting.

Goku looked over curiously, and saw the source of the hooting and now screeching sound — a monkey rushing over their way with impressive speed, seemingly uninhibited by the gravity of the planet.

"Um...Lord Kaiō? What's with the monkey?"

"This is Bubbles, my pet monkey," replied North Kaiō. "Your first lession is to catch Bubbles; until you can at least put up with his monkey business, you won't be able to learn anything else."

"Just...catch the monkey?" Goku repeated, and turned towards the chattering simian. "Alright...!" He began to try and move after Bubbles, who happily danced away from him. But the pressure bearing down on his body was making movement near impossible, and what should have been a run was simply a painfully slow march. "Just...you wait...!"

But Bubbles had no intention of waiting, and pranced out of the Saiyan's reach.

"The fact that he can move even this much on my planet is impressive," thought North Kaiō as he watched Goku struggle after Bubbles. "Is it the effects of being born a Saiyan on their homeworld? Persistence? Or perhaps his simplicity..." Smiling as he watched, North Kaiō was beginning to get a feeling from Goku he hadn't felt in previous students; he might have found his star pupil.

Coming to a halt, Goku began to pant, and an idea struck him. Eagerly, he began to remove his gi, getting rid of the heavily weighted undershirt, followed by his armbands and boots. Free from this burden, approximately 113 kg in total, Goku felt considerably lighter, and the stress of the gravity that weighed on him was less as well. He also placed the bentō next to the weighted garb, keeping the remaining Enseiji out of harm's way.

"Oh? Already wearing weighted training clothes?" Kaiō observed with interest.

Grinning, Goku flexed his limbs. "Alright, monkey! I'm comin' to get ya!" Goku made a mad dash for Bubbles, free from his weights, and just when he thought he was closing in, the simian burst into a sprint that placed a huge distance between them. "He's...so fast...what kinda monkey is he?"

"If you're going to give up now, you may as well go on home and wait for the Saiyans yourself," replied Kaiō sternly.

"N-No, I'm not gonna quit right now!" Goku glared towards Bubbles. "I didn't come all th' way out here just to back out!" His breath recovered, and his resolve lit aflame, the Saiyan sprinted towards Bubbles once more, and the chase was on again.

"Let's see how long it takes him to catch that monkey," thought North Kaiō. "I can feel his heart; it's calm and crystal clear. He's pure, if a little slow. You might be the person I was looking for, Goku! Now go out there and prove me right!"

With the determination to protect his friends and family, the excitement of new and strong opponents, and even though he didn't know it, the faith of his new teacher behind him, Goku was spurred forward, and his training with North Kaiō had only begun.

The Outer Reaches of Space

Racing through the inky void of space, seven individual pods were making great time. Enveloped in white energy, propelling themselves through space, these were the round-type pods used by the Saiyan infantry under the command of their leader. Leading this charge was the Saiyan prince, Vegeta. Sitting in the cramped pod with his arms folded, the Saiyan appeared to be asleep.

In fact, if one could look into each and every pod, they would see that the Saiyans were all unconscious; their pods were on auto-pilot, and they were currently in a form of a stasis. Their bodies would be nourished and kept in prime condition for the invasion when they arrived. With every warrior on Earth, new and veterans, busy training to combat the Saiyans, the threats themselves were making time faster than anyone wanted.

As the Saiyans loomed ever closer, and the Dragon Team was left to their individual desires, the situation began to look more dire.

Earth's final clock was counting down.

A/N:

Demod20: Consider January our month off cause we all needed it. This was fun and I gotta say, I think I may like Raditz w/ Piccolo more than I intended to. They're like brothers, in a way, if only because fate dictated them to work together. Given how well they work together, I can see that being beneficial for the fight that is to come. Speaking of which, I did make sure that both the moon AND Pan's tail wouldn't be destroyed if only because I rather not handicap anyone right off the bat. After all, Raditz WOULD know about the depriving of one's tail weakens a Saiyan incredibly and the loss of the moon couldn't inhibit Vegeta given it's not uncommon knowledge to use their artificial moon tech. Other than that, I was happy with the section my partner wrote; very endearing and comical, as well as informative. I'll thank my editor as always and thank you all for taking the time to read our story. See you all next time!

Firegod00: Hey guys, Fire here. I know I've been silent the last few updates, but I just wanted to say thanks for reading and I really hope I didn't miss anything. But even more than that, I hope you enjoyed the chapter.

LastationLover5000: Whew boy. It's pretty bad that I haven't felt 100% when writing in awhile. While my compatriots like my contributions, I'm not too keen on what I added. Or rather, I like the content and dislike how I wrote it. But I can be self-loathing later, I'm sure you all are happy to get another chapter. As you all can see, the three of us have some pretty subtle but substantial changes to the series as we go. Far from being the last one, Goku now has his tail back. Toriyama said in an interview the only reason he removed the tail was because he couldn't figure out how the Saiyans put on their clothes, and we've seen from Goku's fight with Giran that he's stronger withthe tail than without. So, there it is.

Regardless, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and we'll see you soon! Keep your hopes up as the Saiyans approach Earth!