So if you actually did skip to chapter 6 or 7, then great, because this is where my second attempt begins, and I start trying to write a real story.
Let the real story commence!
EDIT: 9/20/20
In my head canon, Tarble is voiced by Richard Horvitz
"KAMEHAMEHAAAAA!"
Pikkon was blindsided by the blue energy beam, flying out of the ring and bashing his skull against the stone wall. Everyone in the arena was completely shocked by the last minute victory, even the announcer.
"...oh, uh-Pikkon has landed out of the ring!" the mushroom headed green man exclaimed."And that means Goku is the winner!"
The crowd cheered for the new Other World champion. This victory was broadcasted on every tv in the afterlife, on King Yemma's desk, in the trailers of a pair of red and blue oni, and in even hanging from the corner of a dark stone cave of a cell, and speaking of cells...
"Well, that settles it," Perfect Cell began flatly," that carrot-headed idiot is finally the strongest being in the universe..."
"Technically, the strongest mortal being anyway..." King Cold corrected him.
"But he's dead, so doesn't that make him immortal as well?" Burter wondered.
"If it worked that way, mate, we'd all be immortal," Jeice reminded.
"Man, I wish we had some money or cigarettes or something, cause I woulda' bet all mine on that guy..." Guldo lamented.
"Does anybody wanna arm wrestle yet?" Recoome asked.
"NO!" everyone else yelled.
Cell couldn't stand the irony: he held a whole tournament in which he himself lost, only to watch the same man he killed win an even greater tournament in the after life, AFTER getting his ass served to him and arrested by the dome-wearing frog man that was just defeated before his very eyes. He guessed powerlevels were bullshit afterall.
"What I still don't get is the point of this cage. I am already in Hell! What is this supposed to be, super-max-Hell!?" Cell complained.
"You should hold your tongue, Cell," King Cold warned,"Otherwise they'll throw you in solitary confinement-Hell like they did with my poor son..."
"Right, my apologies, 'grandpa'..." Call snapped.
It's been quite a while since any of them had seen Freiza, after his recent escape attempt (as if he had somewhere else to escape to, being frickin dead and all...). King Yemma evidently banished him to Earth's Hell, damned to be exposed to some form of psychological torture, leaving them all to wonder what could be worse then being in regular Hell. He highly doubted it could be worse than sharing a cell with the deceased remnant of Freiza's empire.
"Hey, Cell, if you're technically related to King Cold," Burter asked,"Does that mean we serve you now?"
"Bollocks to that!" Jeice protested,"The Ginyu Force answers to Freiza and none else!" the red Space-Australian crossed his arms,"shit, if it worked that way, we'd have to be serving under that giant purple prick-"
"For your sake, pissant, I assume you were about to say 'Thanos'..."
The deep voice made Jeice's scream like a bitch, along with the rest of the Ginyu Force. King Cold's eyes widened in disbelief. Even Cell was taken back as the huge figure, big as King Cold, landed into view, his arms crossed, his red eyes narrowed.
"Ah...You must be Perfect Cell."
Cold's mouth hung open."...is...Is it you...my son!?"
"Oh my god, guys, Freiza's back!" Recoome beamed...and then was promptly beamed cleaned through his skull by Cooler's finger.
"Call me anything you wish," Cooler said,"just don't call me the F word..."
"You know he's already dead, right?" Burter asked.
Cell cocked his head."So, you're Lord Cooler? I suppose Freiza's cells were in short supply, because I do not recall you in this form..."
"Actually, it's pronounced 'Coola'", Cold corrected with a raised finger."He simply allows his subjects to mispronounce his name as to further distinguish himself from Frieza."
"Not now, Papa, if this creature is what I've heard him to be, it already knows," Cooler dismissed.
"Oh, don't worry, Uncle Cooler, every amazing thing you've heard about me doesn't even express just what an awesome being I am." Cell smirked.
"UnCooler!" Recoome joked...then was shot through the head again.
"Really now?" Cooler asked,"Because anything that is part-Frieza simply cannot be considered 'perfect'. I suppose that is how you ended up down here."
"Excuse you, would you like to be shot through the head as well?" Cell warned.
"Only if you want your sentence extended..." Cooler replied
"As if that'd make any difference," Cell rolled his eyes."In the cage, out of the cage, I'm still in Hell, just like you."
"I'm glad you brought that up, Nephew," Cooler began, his knuckles on his hips,"Because after four years slumming it in Inferno, I've come up with way to bring you, me, my family, and these morons back from the dead."
The rest of the cage's occupants gaped.
"BACK FROM THE DEAD!?" Guldo shreiked.
"YOU'RE KIDDING!" Jeice shouted.
"Of course he's kidding, morons," Cell scowled."Do you honestly think that only after the billions of years the damned have tried to escape the the underworld since the beginning of time, this one dude conveniently figured it out after only four years? Look, big guy, unless your plan involves a living person using the Dragon Balls to resurrect the most dangerous people in the history of space and time, I suggest you not waste your breath with it. And don't stare at me awkwardly because I just said 'dragon balls', I KNOW you know what I mean!"
"I do," Cooler confirmed," and you're partially right: there WAS no way to come back from the dead without the Dragon Balls, or other outside means of resurrection...that is, before you arrived..."
Zuko's hand stayed tentatively over the closed wound.
The Fire Prince was currently taking advantage of a family's offer to stay the night in their barn. He'd be a fool to refuse, given he had nowhere else to go and nothing left to eat. And quite fortunately for him, none of the Earth Kingdom townsfolk seemed to know who he was, the only perk to being a worthless failure. But maybe he actually did have something to be happy about, at least if he were willing to allow his sadistic side to indulge in such a thing.
But was it true? Did that monster really kill his sister? Or was it just lying to frighten him? Or...
"As I said: I have given you an extra life: you can figure out what that means on your own..."
What if it did to Azula whatever it did do him? Inject something into his body? Some kind of "extra life"? Just what did that mean? Did it inject eggs into her body? Did it impregnate her!? Did it impregnate him!? But he's a man! How is he supposed to give birth to-!
Zuko shook his head. Now he's just frightening himself. He took a moment to breath; a good firebender's meditation was always fitting in situations like these, great for reminding him that things can never be as bad as he thinks they are.
"Oh, yes they can..."
"No they can't" Zuko disagreed. He then screamed like a bitch and fell out of his sitting position. "WHO SAID THAT!?"
"Who said what?" Lee asked as he peered through the barn door.
Zuko's heart pounded as he stared at the boy."I...uh...I thought I heard someone...an adult..."
Lee blinked."Oh...Well, don't worry, there's no one out here but me...sooooo...g'night." He shut the door.
The firebender's expression was very flat: either he was hearing things, or that kid's got a pretty damn wide vocal range.
It was a quiet night where the Gaang (and Mai) camped that night; everyone was all snug in their sleeping bags, except for Aang, whom stared at the sky with melancholy eyes.
"...Guys, I miss Vegeta..." he finally said.
"I sure don't," Toph replied immediately.
"You read my mind," followed Sokka.
"I'd say how I feel about him, but none of you would care," Mai sighed.
"This is also true," Sokka agreed.
"Why are you all so happy he's gone?" Katara asked,"He's been with us longer than Toph, and then he just left?"
"I never said I was happy he's gone..." Mai reminded.
"Your opinion doesn't matter; you are our prisoner of war," Sokka reminded."And it just figures you would miss him Katara; you've been drooling over his pectorals ever since you saw them."
"Oh, this coming from the guy who makes his 'prisoner of war' walk around in her underwear?" Katara snapped.
"Did you see how many knives she had under that shirt?" Sokka queried."I'm not taking any chances with this crazy ninja girl."
"Sokka, We have Toph now," Aang said,"she can tell if she's carrying weapons."
"How? By 'waiting and listening' for her to throw them? A lot o' good that did her when you blasted her off the arena..."
"I can definitely hear you talking right now..." Toph threatened.
Katara groaned."Here we go again, Mr. Skeptic who doesn't believe anything beyond what he's seen with his own eyes - 'there's no such things as other worlds, you're all crazy!' - you'd think after getting trapped in the Spirit World, ya know, that other world, your imagination would have widened up a bit, but nope!"
"Why are you so skeptical, anyway?" Mai wondered."Weren't you raised in the same primitive hunter/gatherer tribe as your sister? The Northern Water Tribe believes in spirits and magic, and they're way more civilized than you guys."
"So what, I'm not allowed to think differently than others around me? That's like saying all the Air Nomads were airbenders!" Sokka defended.
Aang raised his finger."Actually, believe it or not..."
"All I'm saying is, you act like you're this practical and know-it-all kind of guy and yet you're usually wrong, like, all the time," Mai observed,"It's like everything you say and do is just the setup for an ironic joke."
The teen warrior angrily leapt to his feet."Okay, really!? Is that all I am to you guys!? The setup for a punchline!?"
"Hey, be careful, Sokka, this is usually the part where the ironic punchline happens..." Aang warned.
"Oh really!? Well here's a doozy...!" Sokka pointed to the night sky."Vegeta is gone! And we are never gonna see him or another one of those 'spaceships' falling from the sky EVER again!"
In the next beat, a huge fireball plummeted far in the distance behind Sokka, followed by a resonating boom.
...The whole camp was deathly silent...
"...Are you sure you're the Avatar?" Mai asked Aang.
The group ran over to the crash site. It was a massive smoldering crater in the dry rocky ground, and in the center lied - low and behold - a second spherical spaceship, only this one was significantly smaller than the first.
"Whoever's in there better be dead already, because if he's not, I'm gonna kill him!" Sokka fumed.
"Why? To destroy the evidence?" Katara taunted.
"Just do your thing..." Sokka blew his hand away.
Aang and Katara pulled water out of a nearby stream, and flung it into the crater, cooling it down along the ship. They then carefully traversed down the crater, surrounding the front of the small ship.
"Do you sense anything, Toph?" Aang asked.
"I sense a giant round thing made of something that is definitely not earth; your guess is as good as mine." Toph replied.
"How do we open it?" Katara wondered.
"The way things are going, it'll probably open if we tell it to," Sokka grunted,"Hey, ship, open!" he shouted, cupping his hands around his mouth.
"Command recognized: Opening..." a synthesized female voice replied, steam spewing out the edges of the hatch.
Sokka clicked his tongue "...yeah...Yeah I'm gonna kill'em..." he drew his machete.
The group watched the hatch slowly descended to the ground, revealing the single occupant sitting inside.
"Oh my gosh: he looks just like Vegeta!," Aang gasped,"Except he's like a little Vegeta...with red shoulder pads...and a tail...what's that blue thing on his face?"
Sokka's grip tightened.
Aang walked stepped over the opened hatch, leaned into the little ship, and patted the person on the cheek."Hey, are you alright?"
The man's eyes twitched open; he groaned in pain and mumbled a little. His lazy eyes landed on Aang's face.
"...n...Nappa...? Did you shave?"
"DIE!" Roared Sokka as he raised his blade for a death blow.
The little Vegeta screamed like a bitch and shot the machete clean out of Sokka's hand with a ki ball. He then dashed out of his seat, knocking Aang and Sokka over and spinning around, hovering twenty feet above them. He stuck both his palms down at the group."None of you move! I know how to use these!"
They held their hands up.
"We mean you no harm!" Aang yelled.
"That pony-tailed man just tried to kill me!" He protested.
"Sorry about that!" Katara said,"He's still not over the last Saiyan we met. You are a Saiyan, right?"
"And what if I am!?" the man asked.
"Well, if you are, it'd be a heck of a coincidence," Toph answered,"Also, can you please stop floating? It's weird hearing people without feeling their feet on the ground..."
"I will descend as soon as you all lay down your arms!" the little Vegeta demanded.
"Calm down. Sokka is the only one with weapons, and Mai here is down to her underwear; the rest of us are benders," Aang explained.
"I don't care about your sexual orientation! Just drop your weapons!"
The group stared at him...
"...Sokka, just...just do what he says," Katara said in a confused tone.
The teen grunted, and took out his boomerang and club, throwing them both to the dirt."Happy now?"
"You just keep your hands where I can see them..." the man said, slowly coming down to earth.
Naturally, The Avatar was the first to approach him."I'm Aang. This is Katara, Sokka, Toph, and Mai." he gestured to all of them respectfully.
"My name is Taburu, but people just call me Tarble," the alien introduced himself."You said you've met a Saiyan before; did he look anything like me?"
"Yeah, he did," Katara said,"Only he was much bigger than you; bigger, taller, wider, broader, stronger, handsomer, strapping...such a nice butt..." Her eyes drifted.
Tarble's anime sweatdrop grew larger with each adjective."Yes...that...that's...you're describing Vegeta..."
"You know Vegeta?" Aang asked."Are you two related?"
Sokka huffed."Aang, you can't just assume two people of the same race are related, even if they look alike."
"Actually, Vegeta's my older brother," Tarble pointed out.
Sokka quickly picked up his machete and charged Tarble with a mad battlecry.
The city of New Ozai wasn't quite the same after the great escape orchestrated by the Avatar, in that it was no longer much of a city. The civilian population of the city was almost entirely Earth Kingdom, save for a few Fire Nation noblemen; and now that those Earth Kingdom people had abandoned the city once known as Omashu, well, the city once known as Omashu was all but abandoned.
Once such nobleman was standing on the balcony of the highest and largest building on the mountain of a city, the appointed governor of New Ozai and father of the most chronically depressed girl in Fire Nation history. The governor sighed as he beheld the empty city; progress on the enormous monument to Fire Lord Ozai was quickening ahead of schedule, and yet there were hardly any citizens to witness its completion. After all his hard work climbing to the top, he evidently became the ruler of the world's biggest ghost town.
And on top of that, with Prince Zuko branded a traitor, there was no person of royal Fire Nation blood left to betroth his daughter to; part of him hoped the Fire Lord was into underage girls, not that he'd dare to infer it out loud. Speaking of which, the hell was Mai anyhow?
His head slumped; things were not going well for him. As of now he could only hope more colonists would come to fill up the city; and perhaps Princess Azula would be willing to wait for Tom Tom to be of wedding age. These things he'd settle would be discussed for the future as he turned around-
"Boo," Vegeta greeted.
The governor screamed like a bitch, backing away and leaning against the rail.
Vegeta seized the governor by his collar, and raised him off his feet."Give me ya clothes, ya boots, and ya motorcycle," he requested robotically, with a thick Austrian accent.
"Why do you want my clothes!? What's a motorcycle!?" the governor yelped.
"Specifically, I'm referring to my clothes and boots," Vegeta explained without an accent.
"What're you talking about!?"
"Oh, that's right, we've never met, have we?" the Saiyan grinned,"You ever of a certain 'bad firebender' that got into a squabble with your military police? The one that kidnapped your daughter?"
"My daughter's kidnapped!?" the governor gasped.
"Yes, yes she was," Vegeta replied,"That was me. Funny story: when your guards at the gate detained me, they stripped me of my suit and left me to hang next your deranged king."
"Is that a talking vegetable I hear!?" cried a feint voice somewhere else in the city.
"I'M COMING FOR YOU NEXT, OLD MAN!" Vegeta thundered,"Anyway, I'm here to reclaim my suit; so if you would so kind as to tell me where it is, I will kindly allow you to live. It's not hard to find - it's the one that isn't red."
The governor's expression brightened."Oh, THOSE clothes!, Yes, I know exactly where they are!"
"Good, very good, because if you're lying..." Vegeta floated off the ground, over the balcony. The governor was now dangling over hundreds of feet of nothing "...You will never hear your son say your own name..."
The governor blinked."Permission to wet myself, soil myself, and of throw up at the same time?"
Vegeta yanked the governor's nose into his own."DENIED!"
The Gaang sat around a campfire with Tarble.
"I had picked up my brother's powerlevel somewhere in this quadrant; but when his ship came the nearest to your planet, his powerlevel and ship readings all suddenly vanished. I was afraid he was attacked in the middle of deep space, and so I set off for this planet as fast as I could, hoping he landed here. But then, well..." Tarble shrugged,"I suppose the exact same thing happened to me..."
"So it wasn't just Vegeta..." Aang realized."It happens to any Saiyan that comes here..."
Tarble blinked."I'm sorry, what happens?"
"When Vegeta first got here, he was almost completely unable to use his chi, or ki," Katara explained,"He had no idea what was going on with him; and only recently was he able to fly and shoot light out of his hands."
"Is that what you call it!?" Toph raised an eyebrow."He was like a living explosion, exploding out more explosions!"
"That does sound a lot like Vegeta..." Tarble noted.
"He almost destroyed Toph!" Sokka exclaimed."And when he first woke up, he tried to blow up a mountain!"
Tarble looked away."Sounds like him too..."
"Was Vegeta always like this?" Aang asked.
The little Saiyan nervously took another sip of tea."I'd rather not talk about my family..."
Aang's face frowned deeply.
Tarble looked back at Aang."But you said he was unable to control his ki? I can control mine just fine."
"So does that mean you can destroy mountains?" Mai wondered.
"DON'T ENCOURAGE HIM!" Sokka yelled.
"I'm not going to do that," Tarble reassured," but I supposed I could power up for you."
"Really?" Katara smiled."If you could show us your real power, that would be amazing!"
Tarble chuckled bashfully."Alright then, but...I'm certainly going to need some space..."
It was like a gift from the gods. An ancient, neatly folded treasure stumbled upon by a common archeologist. The Saiyan was almost afraid to touch it, lest he incur the wrath of some higher power.
One soldier leaned to the governor's ear."...so is this guy gonna put it on or what?"
The governor closed his eyes."Please just let the man take his time; he could kill us all."
Vegeta's eyes trembled at the sight of his Saiyan armor. It felt as though a lifetime had gone by since he wore it; he didn't even see himself as the same man that wore this suit - the man that became a Super Saiyan, the man that blew that fat android to pieces, the man that was at one time stronger that Kakarot, the man that nearly killed Cell...!
...then got his ass handed to him by Cell...and the Legendary Super Saiyan...and a creature created by the Tuffles...and then Cell's babies...and Cell again in a single strike...and a big green space pirate...also some other androids...and apparently same androids in an alternate timeline... and a metal cooler-Okay, so maybe that man had seen better days in previous outfits, but he was still a much much stronger man than he was at the moment! And right now he looked back and forth between his body and his suit, and something just didn't feel right...
"I can't wear it yet," Vegeta realized.
Everyone in the room fell down anime-style.
"What do you mean you CAN'T wear it!? It's right there! We're not stopping you!" the governor pleaded.
"Look at me, fool!" Vegeta gestured to his person."This armor has clearly been cleaned and lovingly pressed since I lost it! And here I am with this filthy, stinking body! I have not applied the proper training lotion in weeks!"
"Well I'm glad SOMEONE said something about this guy's odor!" another soldier complained,"you smell like you've been trampled under a thousand feet soaked in rotten onions, chewed by a sick and old komodo rhino for two days, and dragged through a hundred miles of swamp water!"
"I KNOW!" Vegeta whole-heartedly agreed."That last one actually happened! Someone promote this man, he gets it!"
The governor rubbed his face aggressively."Alright then. So what you mean is, you feel you need to take a bath before wearing the suit, is that right?"
"That's quite the understatement!" Vegeta replied."In order for me to ever make physical contact with that armor again, I'm going to need the grandmother of all baths, a bath among baths, a bath to surpass Metal Gear!" Vegeta announced, pointing to all the soldiers in the room."You people are my only hope of becoming worthy of putting on this magnificent suit again. ARE YOU WITH ME!?"
The soldiers cheered in agreement, pumping their fists to the sky. The governor simply sighed, finally realizing where his daughter gets that from.
The Saiyan prince clutched a loofa in his fist."Let us begin..."
Now in a clearing far from the camp, and with the group far from himself, Tarble took a deep breath, readying himself to unleash his energy.
The Gaang hid behind a shrub, wearing makeshift helmets. Sokka stood up and silently signaled for Tarble to commence.
Tarble nodded, and clenched his fists. The Saiyan prince's entire body tensed up, his teeth gritting. Tarble started growling, his eyes focused on the ground. It wasn't lost before the Gaang felt a breeze emitting from the Saiyan's position. The leaves of the shrub began to wave and rustle, the dust on the ground was disheveled. Tarble's growl grew in volume. The branches of all the trees in the area faintly wobbled, the stream rippled with energy. Toph could feel the ground vibrating under her feet, and so could everyone else.
Just then, Tarble broke into a scream, his expression becoming more intense as he pushed himself further. A pulse of kinetic energy passed through the Gaangs' bodies. The earth tremored and shook like an army of earthbenders were at their command. The energy caused small rocks to float before the Gaang's eyes. Electrical currents sparked all over Tarbles body, until finally out of his person erupted a fiery blue aura, along with him screaming at the top of his lungs.
The whole clearing was lit up with the aura; the trees danced madly, their rapid shadows cascading across the environment. The Gaang's hair and clothes yanked to and fro against their bodies as if they were caught in a typhoon.
"THIS. IS. AWESOME!" Sokka cried.
"HE'S INCREDIBLE!" Shouted Katara.
"YEP! STILL JUST AS SCARY AS LAST TIME!" Toph squealed.
"IS THIS WHAT I LOOK LIKE WHEN I'M IN THE AVATAR STATE!? WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME I LOOKED THIS COOL!" Aang could not believe his eyes.
"Meh, I've seen volcanos eruptions bigger than this..." Mai muttered.
"WHAT!?" the Gaang exclaimed, unable to hear her.
But suddenly, Tarble's epic yell was cut short. His body cringed; he gripped his head in seeming pain. The aura vaporized, the area stopped shaking, and all that was left was the residual thunder of that power.
The Gaang was taken back.
Tarble plopped to the dirt, clutching his midsection as if he'd been struck in the abdomen.
"TARBLE!" Aang cried.
They ran over to the groaning Saiyan, afraid to touch him.
"Tarble, what happened!?" Katara yelled.
The Saiyan panted, sweat raining from his face."Ah...ah...I..AH!...I du...I dunno! guh...something just-GAH!"
"Relax! Let me help you!" Katara tried, whipping out some water from her pouch and spreading it over Tarble's back.
As the glow of Katara's healing water appeared, Tarble yelped again, but then his eyes opened upon the soothing sensation of the water. His panting transitioned into long, quiet breaths; his eyes closed again, as he fell asleep, the sleeping Saiyan now in sharp contrast to what he was a minute ago.
"He's gonna be okay, right?" Aang asked.
"He'll be fine, I think," Katara answered.
The Gaang looked at the motionless Tarble, then amongst eachother.
"Alright, guys, that settles it..." Sokka began."Whatever's happening to these Saiyans, it's because of here."
The Next morning, Zuko was sitting against the barn, still asleep.
"Azula always lies...Azula always lies..." Zuko muttered unconsciously.
"Frieza always blows up planets...Frieza always blows up planets..." The voice mocked.
Again, the firebender was stirred from his sleep, just in time to see Lee's mother riding up to him on a wagon.
"You have to help. It's Lee," the mother said, approaching Zuko," The thugs from town came back as soon as Gansu left. When they ordered us to give them food, Lee pulled a knife on them. I don't even know where he got a knife!
"...Well, I'm sure you're feeling pretty dumb now, aren't you, Zuko?"
"Then they took him away," She continued."They told me if he's old enough to fight, he's old enough to join the army. I know we barely know you, but..." she couldn't finish, her eyes consumed by tears.
But she didn't need to: Zuko understood. "I'll get your son back"
The labor was incredulous. After nine solid hours of cleansing, massage, acupuncture, yoga, and a hearty breakfast fit for Paul Bunyan, Vegeta's body was now in full optimum condition. His hair as fine as silk, his teeth shining like a new car, his skin as smooth as the day he blasted forth from his mother's vagina: he was ready.
The soldiers lined in rows before him. A great band played and sang the Fire Nation national anthem, replacing the words "Fire Lord" with "Vegeta".
A Fire Sage kneeled at his feet."Your suit, your grace..." he said as he presented the half naked man with his outfit.
The prince looked down at the sage."The pleasure is all mine."
With that, Vegeta finally placed his hands upon his beloved suit, and plucked it from the sage's hands.
The gathering watched in awe as the Saiyan wormed into his blue spandex, pushing each limb through their respective sleeves, shoving his head and arms through the upper body armor, gracefully slid his feet into his boots, and finally, thoroughly affixed his gloves over his hands: he was complete.
The soldiers cheered.
Vegeta raised an arm to quiet them."Please! This work of art was done not merely by myself, but by all of us! See what you can accomplish with your collective might and intuition! To find the true meaning of your lives, and wholly devote yourselves to it's full realization! Thanks to all of you, I, the Prince of Saiyans, have been restored to my former glory! Thanks to all of you, the universe can once again see the immeasurable grandness that is...SUPER VEGETA!"
The crowd roared in celebration.
"VE-GE-TA! VE-GE-TA! VE-GE-TA!"
The Saiyan took off with his magnificent blue aura. The soldiers' hands followed him, each hoping a tiny portion of his greatness would fall on them.
And the governor...He just took a swig of beer. "It ain't easy runnin' a city..."
Tarble slowly opened his eyes to the morning sky. He rose to a sitting position and stretched; he then realized it was suddenly very easy to stretch, as his chest armor had been removed.
He quickly turned his head everywhere and saw that he was back at the camp. He noticed the Gaang eating breakfast.
"Sorry about your armor," the voice of Katara startled him. She was standing over him, holding his chest armor."I had to take it off to heal you properly."
Tarble blinked."Why apologize? I was practically having a seizure last night; might not be alive if you hadn't intervened." He got up and took his chest armor.
"Tarble! Glad to see your alright," Aang smiled.
"Not as much as I am, I think..." the Saiyan replied, putting on his armor.
"What was up with that anyway?" Sokka inquired."You were looking just like your brother when out of nowhere you looked like you had the worst case of diarrhea of the century."
"Usually that's what powering up tends to looks like; but in this case, I haven't the faintest idea," Tarble rubbed his sinus."My powerlevel was rising, and then...it was like it collided with something, and that something started to push back. I felt like I was being crushed from all sides."
"Yeah, about that: we think we know what's happening..." Toph said.
"I'm all ears," The Saiyan waited.
"We think that, somehow, it's our world that's crippling the powers of you and Vegeta, which is why you can barely use any of your strength," Aang explained,"We're pretty sure it has something to do with someone named 'Yangchen'."
"Yangchen...," Tarble repeated,"My father sometimes mentioned that name...whenever he did, he spoke of it with even more contempt than Frieza."
"Guess that confirms it," Sokka said,"your dad was here."
Tarble's eyes bugged out."Father was here!? When!?"
"All we know is that he was here sometime before Avatar Kyoshi, and that was over four hundred years ago" Aang responded. And at the mention of that particular Avatar, the current Avatar looked away sheepishly."We know this because...apparently...Kyoshi dated your dad..."
Tarble's eyes remained bugged out."...wut?"
"And get this: your dad dumped Kyoshi, and she's STILL not over it!" Sokka cracked,"He conned her into helping him build a spaceship so he could get out of here!"
Tarble's bugged out eyes were swapped for new pair of quizzical ones."Wait a minute...How did Father use a spaceship to escape the planet? Both my and Vegeta's ships lost all power as soon as we got too close to your planet. By that logic, Father never could built a working spaceship on this planet, so how could he have left?"
"That's a very interesting question!"
The flabbergasted group whipped their heads up to see the source of the voice, which was all too familiar to the Gaang...
"...w...What?" Aang trembled.
"That's...not...possible..." Katara breathed.
"ooooookay, NOW I'm surprised!" Mai gaped.
"Could somebody please let the blind girl in on who the new floating person is and why it's so shocking?" Toph asked.
"I think it might be because these particular people are exhibiting abilities they did not previously have..." Tarble speculated.
"No, really! I'm dying to know how one can travel to another world...!" Azula announced with her arms crossed, as she and Ty Lee hovered above them, their bodies surrounded in white auras,"But first, We need to ensure that none of you will be escaping from us, from this world or otherwise!"
They all stared at the two.
Sokka screamed like a bitch.