Val returned to Capsule Corps campus from the Lookout, noticing the brightness of the hot sunny day. She landed on the grass by the Namekian dorm, going in there herself, seeing others milling about. She exchanged greetings with them, but went on to look for Moori, finding him alone of the rooftop of the building, taking in the sun and looking down at the other Namekians on the grounds milling about.
"Hello, Sister," he greeted as she walked over.
"Great Elder," she said with a nod of her head. She stepped over to where he stood, looking down at the others in time with him. They all looked a mix of strength and innocence.
"How was your training with the Guardian?" he asked looking up at her.
She raised her eyebrows, and hummed, "mmm, fine."
"You're still progressing?" he asked.
"Yes," she said, looking down at her bracelets.
He looked down at them as well. "They've been repaired," he noticed.
She nodded. "They were cracked in a few places, but I hadn't noticed," she said back. "How has your training gone with him?" she asked. "Especially in the month I had been stuck here?"
"It's gone well, but I fear time will run out before I can enough from him," he admitted. "I could spend years on this planet learning from him if I had the time."
She crossed her arms over her chest, bracelets still visible. "But we go back to Namek sooner than that," she said, empathizing with him.
"We?" he asked her.
She nodded. "We," she repeated, looking down at those milling about below. She was stronger than they were, than they all were. She pulled at the collar of her shirt, starting to wonder why Kami had told her to speak with Moori.
"Sister," he started. She looked down at him, letting her shirt go. "You're welcome to do that, as you like. If that is what you want." He looked down at those on the ground again. "When you ran away to us on Old Namek, there was more than enough reason to take you in. You practically dropped into our midst like an unexpected blessing. It was high risk for you to flee to us, as your belated care taker advised you to do. It was high risk for Freight, Hull, and Loader to bring you back to the village. It was high risk for me to name you one of our own, on the most off chance we could keep you hidden and safe and get you to Nail in high risk hopes the two of you having the chance to restart the Demon Clan. The whole situation was high risk, high reward."
She took a few steadying breaths. "And we fell short," she murmured thickly.
He nodded solemnly. "You know, I've talked to both Piccolo and Kami," he started. She screwed her eyes shut tight, trying to convince herself to keep listening as he kept talking. "The three of you are what's remains of the Demon Clan, but perhaps it is better to let it die out rather than fighting against the inevitable." She opened her eyes, but kept looking down at those below. "The Dragon Clan will remain, but as a shadow of what we once were before the Cataclysm. New Namek will be tucked away in an unremarkable corner of the universe. We'll be safest there from any outside threats who come in search of our dragon balls. Could be the best hidden secret in the universe."
She thought out loud, "and what if you're all as cautious as cautious can be, and are still discovered? Then what? Others might not have known why Frieza went to Namek, but some do know he went there and died there. There might be an interest to know what was so important for him to go there for." He looked up at her, giving her a paternal look. "I'm stronger than Freight, Hull, and Loader. I could be there, to protect you all. To ensure nothing and no one like Frieza ever happens again."
"To stay on Earth and find another destiny to pursue or to go with us is entirely up to you," he stated. "Just chose the path that will lead to the life you want for yourself," he advised.
She reached back up to the collar of her shirt. "Of course," she said, trying to sound convincing.