What a foolish and shameful act! This is really shameful!
Granolah felt like shrinking in his shame and guilt as he imagined the Namekians around him glaring at his back with utmost contempt. He can understand that this was all his fault, and now everyone has to suffer because of his selfishness. How is he going to face everyone, knowing that he was the cause of such deadly divine punishment bestowed by the God of Destruction to all living things on this planet? How is he going to face Monaito, whom he didn't listen to? They were all going to die because of him. He wondered how many of them were cursing him to the pits of hell at this moment. How many of them wished that he just die or be destroyed from his miserable existence?
He didn't know what to do. He just stayed on his knees, tensed, shaking. His twitching eyes lowered in his shame, staring down at the dry blue-green grass underneath him. Of course, he still wanted to avenge his mother and his people from those darn Heeters Clan, but will he make a good choice if he makes a contract with the God of Destruction or will he end up regretting it for the rest of his life? Will it be the same way with how he was now regretting the wish he made with the Eternal Dragon just a few moments earlier?
Granolah sensed a group of Namekians moved as they approached him. This caused the Cerealian to be even more tensed, and nervous due to fear for his only remaining year of life.
One of them went down to his knees in front of him, and looked at him for a few moments, before planting his hands over Granolah's shaking shoulders. Granolah felt a stinging sensation on his eyes as they became watery with his unshed tears, then he raised his head to see Elder Moori, the older brother of Elder Tsuno and the vice-leader of all Namekian Elders, second to power next to the Great Elder Guru, smiling back at him with a soft smile instead of the contemptuous look Granolah was expecting of him and the other Namekians.
"Why?" Granolah asked, confused. "Aren't you all supposed to be hating me? Look around you, all of these things happened because of me. If not for me, the Dragon Balls created by Monaito won't be discovered by the God of Destruction at all. It was me who summoned both the Eternal Dragon and the God of Destruction in here. You should be angry with me. You should be punishing me."
Elder Moori closed his eyes and he shook his head.
"Hate. Anger. Grudges. Revenge. We aren't foolish enough to delude ourselves into such things. These would only bring us conflict, and worse, our own destruction. So no, we won't hate you for what you did. We won't punish you for it either, for we believe that fate has its own way of doing it. What you sow is what you will reap, Granolah. This is the reason why when you make a contract with the God of Destruction, you will be destroyed as well."
Granolah let out a shriek before he lowered his head to the ground, "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, everyone! This is all my fault!"
"What's done has already been done and there's nothing we can do about it. I admit that I pity you after hearing your story, but I advise that you better think twice about your choices in life before you act on them next time. Forget about taking revenge. Forget your hatred. It will only bring you your doom."
Granolah raised his head to gaze back at the Namekian elderly with his wide, left eye. "But..."
"Do not worry about the drought. We have learned our lesson from the Great Elder himself, who was the lone survivor of the first great drought, and we managed to prepare some reserves in case it may happen again. I'm sure that we can at least survive with that."
The worry disappeared from Granolah's face and he smiled in relief, "Is that true? I'm glad."
"Now, shall we take Monaito back home?" Tsuno suggested with a kind smile.
Granolah smiled in return, "Thank you, Elder Moori, Elder Tsuno. Thank you, everyone."
And so, they returned to their homes. Granolah was relieved that the Namekians had easily forgiven him just like that, although he still couldn't help but feel guilty about the terrible things he did to the Namekians today.
Chapter 24: An Unfortunate Accident
Meanwhile, Vegeta and Whis arrived back at their home. The God of Destruction scowled deeply as he sat down on his throne-like chair inside the living room of his dark castle. He slouched forward, cupping his chin over his right hand as he rested his elbow over the right golden armrest of his throne. The anger was burning within his deep obsidian eyes as he glared at his guide angel with such contempt. He wasn't angry at his attendant, but at the unexpected events that transpired over on Planet Namek.
"Damn that Cerealian! Damn all those Namekians!" he snarled venomously at his guide angel who simply stood right before him, staring down at him with a neutral expression over his effeminate and gentle face. The deity's left hand over his left thigh balled into shaking fists, and then he roared, "Grrr..! Damn them all! I should have destroyed them all right there! How dare they defy me?! How dare they get in my way?!"
The sound of his rage-filled snarl reverberated through the walls of his living room and caused the entire castle to shake as if in fear of his wrath, bringing a fearsome thunderstorm outside. Anyone who would have heard his furious yelling would avoid dealing with such ominous temper, else they shall suffer their destruction at the hands of the deity responsible for death and devastation, but Whis calmly stood right before the wrathful god as he ranted about his frustrations and disappointment.
"Don't you think that the punishment you gave the Namekians was a bit too much, milord?" Whis questioned his judgment.
"No, they all deserved it. They clearly haven't learned anything from their past experience," Vegeta growled back.
"It seems to me that all of them were unaware that Monaito-san created those Dragon Balls," Whis reasoned.
"The sin of one man is the sin of the entire race."
"Yes, you took away their magical abilities, thus they won't be able to use these powers to create the Dragon Balls again. But is it really necessary that you curse the planet to suffer 200 years of drought? Remember that the last time you cursed Planet Namek, only a single Namekian survived, and that is the current Great Elder Guru. At this rate, all of the Namekians could die," Whis pointed out to him.
"Then they should curse their fate, curse Granolah to the pits of hell, for he was the one who brought this upon them," Vegeta spat bitterly. "Destruction shall come into that Cerealian's life due to his own foolish decisions. Soon, he shall call me by my name and beg for me to help him."
Whis let out a disappointed sigh and shook his head in disapproval of his master's behavior. Since when did Vegeta become this twisted and cruel with his divine punishments? It had been already over a millennium and a half since Vegeta became the God of Destruction of the Seventh Universe. While he initially didn't want to become a God of Destruction in the first place, was reluctant about it, and was only forced to take up the mantle due to the incident with King Mu, it seemed that Vegeta's goal of becoming the Number One in the Multiverse and maintaining that position for years had caused his pride to swell bigger, and sadly, even worse. This pride changed his initial thoughts about being a God of Destruction, transforming him from being a reluctant destroyer deity, into a merciless, unforgiving god who now sees mortals as mere things, even his toys to entertain himself with.
Whis heard that the Secret of Self-Indulgence was a risky technique, especially for someone like Vegeta who was already destructive with his mortal Saiyan nature. This is the reason why the other Gods of Destruction trained themselves to let go of their morality instead of gratifying some destructive inner desires, because there is a possibility that the user of the Secret of Self-Indulgence technique may become possessed by his own destructive power, allowing the power to take control of them and change them into a completely different person, making them lose their mortal feelings such as empathy and compassion, even their reason and rationality, over the years of them constantly causing death and destruction. The technique had allowed Vegeta to gratify his primal Saiyan nature, thus the overwhelming ecstasy the effect of using it would give him whenever his mind was filled with thoughts and ideas of destruction. This is why the Gods of Destruction were initially against the idea of a Saiyan becoming one of them, but since Vegeta was always in control of his primitive destructive impulses, Beerus believed that Vegeta was the only one who could truly master the forbidden technique due to his indomitable willpower. However, Whis never actually expected that this change could affect a highly prideful and very strong-willed individual such as Vegeta in the years to come. He was disappointed to learn that it was a mistake to believe that Vegeta will be different from the rest of the Gods of Destruction.
Whis wondered if Bulma's assumption was correct when she believed that Vegeta was only lying to himself about his enjoyment in doing his duties as the God of Destruction. He truly was trying to make himself believe that he had completely changed from what he used to be before. Was this the effect of him using the forbidden technique?
Vegeta's angry eyes softened up when he heard of Whis' seemingly disappointed thoughts.
"I am the God of Destruction, the deity responsible for the death, devastation, and punishment of mortals. I only did my duty as expected of me. I don't understand what you were expecting of me, Whis." he told the guide angel with a calmer tone this time. "It is only natural for someone to change his mind over matters that he initially had no idea about. I was a foolish mortal back then, I didn't know what it truly means to be a God of Destruction, so I initially refused to become one. I only know that I wanted to cling to some useless mortal pride that meant nothing if I already lost everything. Yes, I was a reluctant destroyer deity at first, I tried to hold on to my Saiyan Pride as much as I could until one day, I realized the hard and painful truth that I am no longer the same Prince of the Saiyan Warrior Race that I used to be. Since I have become a God of Destruction, I have lost that part of me and there was no turning back, no other way for me to get back what I have lost, no other way for me to return to what I was.
"That's when I accepted that because I wished to have the power of destruction, I became the God of Destruction of this Universe. That is who and what I am now, and I took that without any doubts and regrets. And it wasn't a bad thing. After all, it was the wish I made with Beerus, the seed that I sow and reap from my quest of gaining the greatest strength in this Universe. I was born to be a God of Destruction, and that's why I have become it. When I think about that, I felt great. I am the most superior being, I decide the fate of every single thing in this Universe, and I hold their lives and existences at my fingertips. I could destroy this entire universe if I wanted to. This is my happy place, and I will never exchange it back for the weaker, foolish mortal life that I used to have.
"But then, of course, I know that with this great power comes great responsibility. You may think that I was being ruthless about my punishment to the Namekians, but I was still being merciful to them. I still allowed them to live and learn their lesson for the second time instead of destroying them outright. It is a mere test to see if those slimy gastropod slugs still deserve to exist in my Universe," Vegeta said. Suddenly, his lips stretched into a cruel smirk, his eyes seemed to spark with his wickedness. "That is if they managed to survive. I only allow the strongest and the most useful in my universe. Nothing else."
"I now understand the reason why your blood seems to boil whenever you think of Granolah-san and the Heeters. Granolah-san reminds you of what you used to be in your mortal life, and you are upset that your plans with regards to Granolah-san and the Heeters are thwarted due to the wish Granolah-san had made with the Dragon Balls." Whis assumed.
Vegeta's eyes twitched, his glare turned even colder, and his smirk faded into a much deeper scowl than earlier.
"I already told you that Granolah was eerily similar to what I used to be as a mortal and I never liked that fact. What happened on Namek wasn't planned at all. I fell right on that bastard Elec's trap. Who does that bastard think he's trying to make a fool out of? I should destroy that worthless cretin, but I wanted Granolah to make the contract so I could also destroy his miserable existence along the Heeters'. I hated the fact that he reminds me so much of my foolish past mortal self that I wish to forget," he said.
"Then what about Bulma-san? Is there a similar reason why you persist in waiting for her to make the contract with you?"
Vegeta's eyes narrowed this time and his jaw twitched as if Whis had shot him in the heart.
"..."
Whis raised his chin, a seemingly victorious expression on his face. "You weren't saying anything about it to me, but I could tell that there is something about Bulma-san that makes you feel uncomfortable just as how Granolah-san does to you."
"..."
Vegeta's dark eyes lowered to the marbled floor as his expression twisted into a deep, irritated scowl.
"So I guess I did hit a nerve, huh?" Whis smirked in victory.
Vegeta grunted back, looking away, "Both of their existences annoy me, that's all. I see both of them as a threat to my hardened resolve to become a true God of Destruction."
"Oh-ho! A threat? I can't believe that our fearsome and dangerous Hakaishin-sama is threatened by mere mortals! Then why aren't you destroying them since you consider them a threat to you? Didn't I tell you that if you find anything that deters you from doing your proper duties as the God of Destruction, you must destroy it no matter what? Why do you still hesitate in doing so, and yet you let your frustrations and anger out on innocent beings such as the Namekians or the Inoshijins?"
"..."
"Don't tell me that you are having doubts? Doubts about right or wrong? Doubts about your choices and decisions? Doubts about what you really want in your heart?"
"Doubts, you say? A God of Destruction like myself doesn't have any doubts!" Vegeta told Whis.
"Ah really? I can tell, you know, about how you were trying your best to convince yourself with your lies. Bulma-san saw through this as well. And you keep on denying the truth because you are too adamant in your belief that you have indeed changed."
"Grk!"
Vegeta's expression turned even annoyed before he did his best to neutralize his expression into his usual, cold look, leaning over the backrest of his throne-like chair.
"Good or evil means nothing to me. So long as I am bounded to my duties as a God of Destruction, there is nothing else to think about but destruction itself," Vegeta said with a bored tone.
"You and your pride," Whis sighed in defeat. What can he do about the stubbornness of his master? No matter how much he tried to give him his advice of concern, there were times when Vegeta won't hear any of it. "Whatever your reasons are, you should stop lying to yourself. You must let go of your doubts and decide what you truly want. If you continue trying to make yourself believe your lies, it will be you who will suffer the most, and I do not want you to endure that."
Vegeta gritted his teeth. Whis spoke as if he didn't know that he wasn't suffering all these years. Vegeta did his best to maintain his neutral expression and his composure, despite the sudden, unnerving feeling of anger, loneliness, and sadness building up within his chest. He repeatedly told himself in his mind that he chose this path himself, therefore he should be well-prepared for its consequences, and everything that Beerus warned him about.
"And know that whatever your decision is, I will gladly support you on it," Whis continued with a warm smile.
Vegeta snorted. Of course, his guide angel should be on his side no matter what.
Suddenly, Bulma went out of her room, frowning. Her sudden entrance to their adjoined abode interrupted Vegeta and Whis and the two looked at her pale face as if she woke up on the wrong side of the bed due to being jump scared. She walked towards them and stopped next to Vegeta, crossing her arms over her chest. She was wearing a pink cotton pajama dress and her hair was messy. Her huge, blue eyes half-opened as her still confused and dazed expression stared at Vegeta.
"Ah, you guys are awake," she said. "Was that an Earthquake just now? Plus, the thunder outside jolted me up on the bed."
Whis chuckled, "Our apologies for that, Bulma-san. You see, our God of Destruction is kind of in a bad mood."
"Huh?" Bulma blinked in confusion, tilting her head in the Hakaishin's direction.
"Hey, did you just cause that?" she demanded Vegeta, her blue eyes wide in disbelief.
Glaring back at Bulma as if the answer to her question was pretty obvious, Vegeta replied with a sarcastic tone, "It's not me, it's your stupid mudball of a planet."
"Yeah, it is the planet reacting to his mood swings," Whis deadpanned before he gave her a sneaky, knowing look. "But I think it will be over soon, now that you are here." he winked.
Vegeta rolled his eyes at his guide angel. What the hell was Whis talking about?
Whis laughed, "Now, I'll go and make something to lighten up our dear Hakaishin's mood even more. Bulma-san, please tell Vegeta-sama to calm himself down for me." he said as he drifted towards the door that would lead him to the kitchen, as if to escape his master's deathly glare, leaving Vegeta and Bulma to deal with each other.
"What the hell is he talking about?" Vegeta mumbled to himself, still with his perpetual scowl as he rose from his throne-like seat and was about to leave as well when Bulma suddenly told him to wait. He automatically halted his footsteps when he heard her voice.
"What do you want now, Bulma?" he demanded her, without even looking back at her.
"You haven't talked to me since we got home last night. Are you still angry about what I said to you in the Yakiniku stall? Look, I'm sorry if I offended you." she told him.
Finally, he turned to her, his dark raven eyes cold and serious as he stared into her big, blue eyes.
"No," he responded coldly. "It's about something else that doesn't concern you."
"Ah... Okay." Bulma nodded awkwardly, looking away. His dark eyes were unnerving to see for some reason, maybe because she thought that her words may cause him to withdraw himself away from her. Whis told her that Vegeta was more upset about himself rather than her upon realizing the things that he must be overlooking within him. She was afraid that this realization could change his behavior towards her, that he might withdraw himself away from her.
"Why do you even care about that?" Vegeta suddenly asked her.
"I told you that I like being close to you, didn't I?" she replied. "I don't know. You always say that I will regret this, but I don't care about that. I just want to be with you, so please don't withdraw yourself away from me like this. We are bounded together by fate, right?"
"So long as you don't forget your place and assume things about me, perhaps I could tolerate your presence. You and the way that tactless mouth of yours kept on talking about things you think you understand annoys me to the core, I should be destroying you because of it. However, since I needed you to make the contract with me, I will forget about what you said this once. The next time you run that mouth of yours about your useless thoughts about me, there will be no second chances and I will not hesitate to destroy you once and for all. Do you understand that?"
Bulma pursed her lips before nodding in agreement, "Okay. I will do that."
"Good for you, then. Do not forget who you are talking to. I am the God of Destruction of this Universe, I am not human, nor a mortal any longer. I do not feel anything aside from my rage. This is the path that I chose and the decision I made a very long time ago. So do not treat me as if I am a human or a mortal like you."
Bulma chuckled as she approached her boyfriend and wrapped her arms around his right, muscular arm, "I know that, Vegeta. But I am human, can you blame me for feeling something within you that I think I could relate to? You may ignore it now, or even forget about it, but you should know that someone is willing to understand in case you need it. I'm here."
Vegeta turned to her with a deathly glare. He just told her a few moments ago... Bulma stared back at him awkwardly when she realized that she stepped out of her boundaries once again and then smiled back with a nervous laugh, letting go of his arm and stepping back in her trepidation.
"I... uh... I feel kind of hungry right now. Have you had Har Gow before? I think I want some Chinese dumplings." Bulma offered.
Vegeta was about to open his mouth to deny the peace offering but perhaps, his curiosity about what Har Gow or dumplings were made his stomach answer the question for him with a loud growl. Vegeta's cheeks and ears flushed as red as a tomato as he shifted his eyes away in his embarrassment.
"I'll try to search if there's an available restaurant nearby at this hour..." Bulma said with a suppressed smile.
Granolah and Tsuno carefully lay the still unconscious Monaito down in his bed back in their small Namekian house that was isolated away from the other villages.
"I'm sorry to ask you this favor, Elder Tsuno. But could you please look out on Monaito for me until I get back?" Granolah asked.
The Elder turned his head to Granolah, "And where do you think you're going? Are you going back to the Heeters?"
"Ah... No, I just want to stay in my space jet for a while to think alone."
"I see. Please heed the advice of the Elders, Granolah. Go ahead, and clear your head from all these thoughts."
"Thank you very much, Elder Tsuno," Granolah said.
"No problem, Granolah." Tsuno said.
Granolah nodded before he turned and left the house. With superhuman speed unlike he had used before, he proceeded to the isolated island where he left his space jet and entered it. He sat in the cockpit and stayed there for quite some time.
"What are you thinking, Granolah?" Oatmeel's voice suddenly cut through the peaceful silence, interrupting Granolah's lamenting thoughts.
"The God of Destruction," Granolah replied. "I never thought that such a powerful being does exist in real life. Can he really destroy Elec and the Heeters for me?"
"I'm sure he can. He is the God of Destruction after all. It's indeed a miracle that despite his wrath, you, Monaito, and this planet were still spared from destruction."
Granolah's fists shook as he seethed in fury, "Damn those Heeter bastards! How dare they make use of me all these years? They baited me to summon the God of Destruction so I could be destroyed?! I will never forgive them all!"
"Calm down, Granolah! Don't get reckless with your anger and make that contract! Think of what Monaito, Tsuno, and Moori would feel," Oatmeel told him.
"..."
Granolah let out a breath to calm himself down. The thought of Monaito distracted him from his anger. Loneliness suddenly clenched tight around Granolah's chest when he thought of the man who took him in and raised him as if he was his own child. If his existence disappear from this world, what would Monaito do? Would it suddenly become like he never met him at all? Wouldn't that mean that he wasted the thirty-three years he had spent raising him? When he thought about that, Granolah felt sadness and guilt, overflowing inside of him. But rather than dying, his existence 'disappearing', and not leaving his adoptive father sad, might be better. In the end, the only one who had to feel sad about his disappearance would be Granolah himself, so that would probably be better…
"Monaito will be fine," Granolah spoke reassuringly. "I am positive he will be able to get through whatever happened and move forward. His friends Tsuno and Moori will be with him. There are people who would care for him when I am gone, so I don't need to worry about them."
"Granolah..."
"Don't worry, Oatmeel. Making the contract with the God of Destruction is the least of my concern right now. I have no plans of making that contract so long as I have a chance to make the Heeters pay by my own hands." Granolah declared, looking down at his hands. "I do wonder though, just how much power I have now? If I train myself to properly use this power, will I have a chance to beat Elec?"
"The God of Destruction did suggest that, yes. Time is your greatest challenge here, Granolah. It seems that he knows that you don't have much time."
"Yeah, I agree. I have to go to some other planet to train. Somewhere the Namekians nor the Heeters won't be able to find me. Oatmeel, search for a planet uninhabited by any living creature. I will return home to check on Monaito and tell him that I needed to go somewhere."
"Sure, Granolah."
Monaito opened his eyes to see Tsuno tending to him while he was unconscious. He jolted out of the bed, the first thing he looked for was Granolah, worried that he might set off in his quest for revenge or even made the contract with the Hakaishin.
"Don't worry about Granolah. He didn't make the contract yet." Tsuno informed him as he handed Monaito a glass of water to help calm him down.
"It's all my fault. I kept Granolah in the dark. I made the wrong choice. It would have been better for us to die rather than serve the Heeters. I'm so sorry for not leaving up to being a Namekian. I failed you all. I shall take full responsibility for Granolah's reckless behavior and this drought. I never once meant for anyone to know about the existence of the two dragon balls because I know how heavily forbidden it is to create such things. I only created it as a personal toy for myself out of my hobby. I didn't expect for Granolah to know what it was or to even know the incantation to summon the Eternal Dragon."
"I wonder how he was able to summon the Eternal Dragon." Tsuno wondered. "I mean, is it possible that the Heeters know about the Dragon Balls in the first place?"
"Granolah must have stolen the Namekian Book of Legends," a deep, cold voice from a newcomer suddenly said behind them and the elderly turned to see Nail standing at the door with a serious expression.
"Nail! What are you doing here?" Tsuno asked the young adult Namekian warrior.
"I came here to look for Granolah." Nail answered.
"Did you just say that Granolah stole the Namekian Book of Legends?!" Monaito asked in his disbelief.
"That's probably how he knew the incantation to summon the Eternal Dragon." Nail explained.
"But how would he know where to find it? Aren't you guarding it in the Great Elder's house?"
"Yes, but someone knocked me out when I went out of the house after Guru had fallen asleep. Who else could use a sniper shot within a great distance without being detected? Who knows if those Heeters ordered him to steal the Namekian Book of Legends?"
"That is possible, yes." the elderly agreed.
"Now tell me where Granolah is. I need to bring him, and you too Monaito, to the Great Elder Guru for questioning. We just needed to hear your explanation about what happened and why the God of Destruction had appeared on our planet."
"I will go to the Great Elder Guru to take responsibility for the trouble we caused, but Granolah... He's not here." Monaito said.
"He said he needed time to be alone so he returned to his space jet," Tsuno explained.
Nail frowned at that information. He suspected that Granolah may have run out of the planet either to fulfill his revenge or to train somewhere.
Nail heard something crash just outside the house and then a seething curse. He recognized that voice too well. It's Granolah. Nail quickly went out of Monaito's house in hopes of finding the Cerealian there, but Granolah was already gone. However, all thanks to his ki sensing ability, Nail was able to detect Granolah's ki signature and chased him down.
"Wait, Granolah!" Nail yelled.
"He's following you," Oatmeel informed Granolah as he hopped from island to island with tremendous speed.
"Yeah, I need to leave. I don't have the time to deal with anyone of them right now." Granolah said.
"I doubt it's a good idea, Granolah. Why don't you just explain to him what happened?"
The Cerealian growled, "And risk being arrested and punished? Not a chance!"
Granolah and Nail played cat and mouse for quite some time until Granolah reached his space jet where he was cornered by the Namekian warrior.
"Damn it..." Granolah cursed. He turned to face Nail, with his right arm raised and two fingers pointing at the Namekian. "Don't get any closer or you'll die," he warned as he carefully walked to the entrance of his space jet.
"Calm down, Granolah. Just come with me to the Great Elder's place and explain," Nail told him.
"The hell I would!" Granolah shouted.
Nail gritted his teeth, concluding that the Cerealian's adamance is going to be a problem for him, and decided to shoot a ki blast to the space jet to prevent Granolah from escaping on it. However, much to his surprise, Granolah appeared with unbelievable speed and swatted the blast away. Out of anger, Granolah pointed his fingers at Nail and the Namekian was sent flying several meters back until he hit a mountain. Nail gagged a mouthful of blood and quivered before he slipped into unconsciousness.
Nail was dead.
Granolah gasped in terror, stepping back when he realized he had accidentally killed Nail. He was only planning to knock him out in order for him to escape but since he didn't know how to control his newfound power, he did something unforgivable.
What an unfortunate accident this is.
"I... I killed him!" Granolah gasped in horror. He looked down at his shaking hands, both amazed and terrified by his new strength. What should he do now? Should he run away to escape and never return? Or should he just go with his original plan to train and return once he has dealt with those darn Heeters?
"Granolah!" Oatmeel hissed in his ear. "Some other Namekians are coming this way! You have to escape now or else you'll be in big trouble!"
This is bad! They must have sensed Nail's life force disappear and they want to know what happened. If he gets caught here, he will have more trouble to deal with. He decided to run into the cockpit of his space jet and take off to space before he could decide where to go.