"What… do you mean… that our systems have been taken over?"

Frieza stared down at Sorbet who shivered and cringed. The pathetic little worm had been a trembling bundle of nerves from the moment he had entered Frieza's chambers, stating he had important matters to discuss with him. Of course it had taken Frieza some time to figure out who the hell the peon was; with Zarbon out dealing with Dodoria's disappearance-

'And it is a disappearance,' he thought darkly. 'He isn't dead. He isn't allowed to BE dead. And if he is dead I will kill him myself!' Frieza shook his head, knowing he was being irrational, but his anger at the entire situation was getting to him. But… but it was just inconceivable! Dodoria killed? He was one of this strongest warriors and nothing on this planet should have been able to kill him!

Yet even now Frieza heard the whispers from his very own crew. That fighting had been spotted on Namek and that Dodoria was dead. That there was some great legendary Namekian Warrior. One of the flunkies had whispered in hushed tones when he hadn't realized Frieza was listening that there was a Namekian, Guru, who was said to slumber beneath Namek and only awaken when his planet was in need. And when he awoke he would don armor that could withstand the collapsing of a star and wield a sword that could cut through black holes.

Foolishness! Poppycock!

And yet… where was Dodoria? And Zarbon for that matter? And why had none of his teams been able to find a single Dragon Ball…

"It… it is as I said, my lord," Sorbet said; at some point during Frieza's inner ponderings the lackey had found his spine and managed to gather himself. "It is why I wasn't able to communicate this to you via the view screen and instead had to come down to the planet myself. Some sort of virus has begun to spread through our ships, slowing down all of our systems."

"We have one of the best computer systems in the known universe," Frieza retorted darkly. "And you mean to tell me that it has been hacked?"

"Y-yes, Lord Frieza. We have been asking for new security software…"

Frieza tuned him out has he rambled. Yes… he remembered those requests. He had gotten them about once a month from the different directors and managers of the different departments, all asking him to invest in new security software for their systems. They had complained about weaknesses and back doors and all that but honestly… well, honestly he had ignored it all. No one would dare attack HIS systems. It would mean their death! Their utter slaughter.

He grit his teeth.

"Yes yes, we've been hacked," Frieza said with a dismissive wave of his hand, cutting the annoying little lackey off mid ramble. "Just… unhack us."

"Un… unhack us? My lord?" He added the last part as an afterthought, much to Frieza's annoyance.

"Yes," he said sharply. "Undo it."

"My lord… that… that won't be easy."

"Won't be easy? Can't you just… turn the systems off and then back on again?"

Sorbet shook his head. "No, Lord Frieza. Whatever is doing this… it is adapting. It is ripping through our systems and we are doing all we can to isolate it but every call, every message, even one sent with the most basic of text… that spreads the infection. Its taken down our scouter system, the view screens, everything."

"Are you say that if I-" Frieza moved to touch his scouter only for the thing to suddenly explode. He forced himself not to flinch when it did so, refusing to appear weak before the cretin. Instead he merely rubbed the soot that now stained his head, brushing it away. "We need new scouters then."

"As soon as they link to the network they are infected. And it is getting worse. First it was just that but now it is tearing through other systems. I fear what will happen when it reaches or gravity controls or our med bays."

Frieza glowered at that. "Much of this sounds like things I pay YOU to deal with, Sorbet."

The minion went ramrod straight at that. "We… we of course are trying, Lord Frieza. Even now my team is doing all it can to try and free us."

~Meanwhile~

"I don't think this is going to work," Wamello said as Hundew lit some sage.

"It will work." He motioned for several other Frieza Force members to begin the purification ceremony, all of them dressed, oddly enough, like Earth Shinto Priests. "Evil spirits begone!" he called out, throwing rice at the computer.

Isco titled his digital head and went back to merrily eating away at Frieza's systems.

~MC~MC~MC~

"But we felt that it best you know the situation, so that you weren't taken by surprise when communications were mostly taken off line."

THAT piqued Frieza's interest. "Oh? Mostly? What do you mean by that, Sorbet?"

The whimpering little dirt clod stiffened at that before saying, in a rush, "Well, Lord Frieza, much of our regular communications are down but this program is insidious! It allows for communication between an infected ship and an uninfected one! That way it can infect more ships and spread the virus!"

"But… we do have long range communications?" Frieza pressed.

"Yes but we can't-"

"We?" Frieza said, cutting him off. "There is no 'we'. There are all of you: the weak, stupid, incompetent fools that have allowed this malicious program to spread through the fleet. And there is ME. LORD FRIEZA. Emperor of the Known Universe. Do not think to EVER tell me what I can and can't do!"

"Of course!" Sorbet said, falling to his belly and trembling. "I wasn't suggesting that at all, my lord! I would never think of suggesting that!"

Frieza glowered at him before touching a button on his mobile throne. The view screen flickered and after a moment the face of Captain Ginyu appeared.

"Yes, Lord Frieza?"

"Are you finished with the Heeter Situation?"

"We can be," Ginyu stated. "There are a few minor matters we were going to assist with but we can be done now, if we are needed."

That's why Frieza liked Ginyu: the man knew when to fall into line. "I need you to come to the following planet. I am sending the data to you now. I will brief you when you arrive. Burn out your pods if you have to but I want you here within 10 hours."

"Under-"

Frieza cut the communications.

"There, see?" he said tauntingly to the still shivering Sorbet. "A nice and quick communication. We didn't give that virus or program or whatever it is that has caused us so many problems even a second to get in and attack Ginyu. And now he and the rest of the Ginyu Force will be able to bring fresh supplies and men to deal with this planet."

Sorbet, sensing the conversation was over, hurriedly left Frieza's chambers.

'This has NOT gone as I had hoped,' Frieza thought darkly. 'This was supposed to be quick, clean, and fast. Immortality at once in my grasp. Instead we have failed to find a single Dragon Ball and other than a few reports concerning a handful of stray Namekians there have been NONE found on the planet. Dodoria is missing, Zarbon is missing…' He closed his eyes. 'But… Ginyu will turn things around and all will be set right.'

Yes.

Yes, everything was going to go back on schedule.

He just knew it.

~MC~MC~MC~

'I always heard that there was more to Zarbon than any in the Frieza Force knew,' Vegeta thought as he dodged a blow from the transformed warrior. What was truly startling was how fast he was; one would expect with the bulk he had gained that Zarbon would be slow and clumsy and for the most part he wasn't as nimble as he normally was. Zarbon loved to effortlessly dodge blows, bobbing and weaving as if his foe were moving in slow motion. But now he was just standing there… until he wasn't. Stillness followed by such sudden motion that it left Vegeta utterly shocked, taking a blow that he should have been able to avoid.

And of course there was the increase in his strength. Chichi had felt it at once and so had Vegeta, even with his only recent learning of the skill. It was like Zarbon had been hiding two or three versions of himself within his more handsome form and now that he had no need to disguise it he was triple the warrior he had been. His stomps were making the planet tremble, the world shifting under the pressure his foot applied. His punches were making the air blast away from him, so that even when Vegeta dodged a blow the gust he created still sent him skidding back. And his defenses… he wasn't bothering to dodge blows anymore. No, Zarbon was simply eating them, almost absorbing their power and redirecting it back at them!

'Why has he hidden such power?" Vegeta thought as he came to a stop and watched as Zarbon leered at him. 'Is it truly only VANITY that kept him from unleashing this strength? With this power he could have cemented himself as Frieza's Second In Command… perhaps been even given his own command by King Cold before he retired, as he did with Cooler!'

Zarbon suddenly was on him again and Vegeta blocked a strike… but doing so was almost as painful as just taking the hit, for it left his arms feeling like they were about to splinter into tiny bits! Zarbon knew it too as he paused, smiling ever so slightly, before he began to repeat the downward chop again and again and again, not bothering to try something new. Vegeta felt his legs tremble as he fought to keep standing and not sink to his knees but it was hard when his entire body was being rocked by Zarbon's blows.

'This… this power…' he thought as he struggled to push back when Zarbon left his arm came down in the crook created by his crossed wrists. 'Why… why would he ever think of hiding it? Is he truly so vain about his appearance that he didn't want to reveal it to the world?'

"You're gonna die now, Vegeta," Zarbon declared. "I think if I leave JUST enough of you to identify… Lord Frieza won't mind…" He pressed down a bit harder and Vegeta grit his teeth as he felt his arms begin to move closer to his head. Zarbon leaned down, hot breath blasting across Vegeta's face. "Maybe your monkey tail will-"

"FURY OF FIREPAN!" Chichi screamed and several bolts of KI fired into Zarbon, just managing to cause him to break from his assault and allow Vegeta to lash out and strike him in the leg with a side kick. That put him off balance and Vegeta, with a roar, decked him as hard as he could, sending Zarbon flying across the Namekian plain.

Then he whipped around and turned his outrage on Chichi.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" he screamed, flailing his arms about wildly.

"SAVING YOU!" Chichi shouted right back. "I don't know why, with your attitude and how you keep trying to kill us but I did!"

"Woman, I have NEVER tried to kill you!" Vegeta declared, jabbing his finger at her. "I was trying to kill those low class wretches Kakarot and Raditz. And that was only if they refused to bow to their Prince! And none of that matters because you need to get out of here! I will NOT let Zarbon harm you!"

Chichi puffed up though and fired back, "His name is Goku and he is no low class wretch! He is my husband-"

"No!" Vegeta snarled back, horrified by the mere idea of her being with Raditiz's bloodline. "No he is not! You deserve better than that commoner!"

"Oh, like you?" Chichi said, placing her hands on her hips.

That Vegeta recoil in disgust. "Never! God, what have they been teaching you on that planet!?"

"What are you talking about? What, I'm not pretty enough for the 'Prince of All Saiyans'?"

"I wouldn't be interested in you that way if you were the last Saiyan Woman in the Universe! Which you are, by the way!"

"Oh, but you didn't mind when we met on Earth!"

Vegeta held out his hands and thrust them at her for emphasis. "That was before I knew who you were!"

"…is that a crack about my temper?!" Chichi roared, ki exploding out. "Listen here you troll doll-"

"It has nothing to do with your temper, woman!"

"Then what is it?!"

"YOU'RE MY SISTER YOU DOLT!"

Chichi froze.

Vegeta panted.

The winds slowly blew across the field.

"…what?" she finally got out.

"Your mother… she was a Saiyan," Vegeta said slowly, needing her to understand. "One of the Lost Brides."

"I… yes," Chichi whispered.

"My mother disappeared just after my brother Tarble was born," Vegeta stated. "My father claimed a disease took her, as it did many other Saiyans that year, but I always had my doubts. Everyone said she was a powerful warrior… and fought bitterly with my father." He looked away from her, remembering the stories the servants told of his mother and her passion for life. How she was like a great forest fire, starting from a few embers only to explode into a massive inferno that swept over all. That had been what had drawn his father to her but also, according to his teachers and trainers who had told him of the woman even though back then Vegeta hadn't cared, what led them to feud and fight so violently that many feared they'd shatter the planet with their bickering. "She… was one of the Lost Brides. The 20 Saiyan women that left Planet Vegeta."

"She… no," Chichi said, shaking her head.

Vegeta grit his teeth at her stubbornness. "Damn it woman, the Galick Gun is proof of it! Only those of MY bloodline can perform it! There are pale imitations but THAT is the real Galick Gun!" He waved his hand up and down in her direction. "We are brother and sister."

Chichi swallowed at that. "I'm… I'm the Princess of All Saiyans?"

Vegeta stared at her… and burst into laughter.

"WHAT?!" Chichi screamed, glaring at him. "IF THIS WAS ALL SOME JOKE-"

"YOU… YOU A PRINCESS?!" Vegeta cackled, throwing back his head. "HAHAHAHAHA!"

Chichi zipped right up to him and began to rant. "You made that all up to just mess with me?!"

"Woman, I didn't make it up!" Vegeta laughed. "You are my sister but you are no princess. You are from my mother, not my father's line. While your mother was queen you are her bastard child. One that I will still respect and honor, for Saiyans care little of that but the title-"

"I am no bastard!" Chichi thundered. "My mother MARRIED my father after she abandoned your pathetic father! My father, the OX KING. Which makes me a princess already!"

"A princess of Earthlings," Vegeta snarked. "You might as well be a princess of dung beetles. You aren't even princess of the entire planet!"

Chichi jabbed her finger right into his chest. "At least I have an entire planet to be princess of if I wanted."

Vegeta glowered at that reminder of the destruction of his kingdom. "I am working on that, woman. When I make my wish on the Dragon Balls Planet Vegeta will be remade, as will the Saiyan Race!"

"Great, more loud mouths who look down on me because my father isn't some insane mass murderer!" Chichi snapped. "Will there be a place for the 'filthy half breed' on this glorious new planet?" she said mockingly.

"Watch your tone, woman!" Vegeta declared. "I- DOWN!"

He reacted without thought.

Vegeta sensed the attack coming and at once shoved Chichi out of the way. He saw her fall…

…and then his world exploded into agonizing pain.

~MC~MC~MC~

"Wow!" Goku declared as he looked at the massive portal that I had created in the middle of space. It was easily 4 times the size of the ship we had been given by the Pleists and shimmered like spilled oil upon asphalt. Easy to miss unless one knew where to look only to suddenly appear colorful and vibrant when the light hit it just right. "That is amazing, Avo! You sure did learn a lot on that other Earth!" He scratched his chin as I sat back down in the captain's chair and began to go over the controls, hopeful I remembered everything.

'The Pleists said this was idiot proof… and looked at both me and Goku for a VERY long time when they said it,' I thought in bemusement. I wasn't offended… I was an idiot when it came to flying a space ship. The only reason I was captain was Goku was the only other choice and even he had laughed at the idea of him flying the ship.

It was also why I had been allowed to name the ship.

Despite Goku not being fully on board and more confused by it I still held to the fact that Havokrider was a wonderful name for a ship.

"How did you find time to learn all this though?" Goku asked. "You were busier than I was preparing to deal with Loki and Thanos! And I didn't get a chance to train at all!" He pouted at that, folding his arms over his chest.

"Goku, I know for a fact that you practiced with those SHIELD agents."

"Yeah, but that was practicing taking on multiple people. None of them were that strong, Avo!"

I rolled my eyes at that; the agents he had taken on were the cream of the crop. Some of the greatest fighters that Earth had produced. But… they weren't at the level of Goku and they had all been taken down hard.

'And if I had accidently blasted Rumlow in the dick a few times trying to 'heal' him…' I thought to myself before focusing once more on the controls. "I know you wanted to test yourself against some strong fighters Goku but you still managed to get a lot out of this distraction. That new move of yours… what was it called?"

"Oh, the Inazuma!" Goku declared happily. "Its something I came up with on my own. Not really sure what made me call out that name… it just sounded really good, you know? What do you think the others will say about it?"

'They'll be shocked you created a move all your own,' I thought, though I didn't say those words as I didn't want to hurt Goku's feelings. He didn't mean to do it but he had a bad habit of stealing other people's moves and using them as his own. Goku wasn't malicious about it… he just liked to learn from others and then he would take what he learned and do it… well, better. Roshi created the Kamehameha but Goku gave it truly the power it deserved. Same with things like Instant Transmission or the Kaio-Ken (at least in the canon before I'd fucked everything up). I had little doubt that if he knew magic he'd take White Knuckle and make it HIS move.

The Inazuma though? That was all his. Inspired by Thor and his lightning, yes, but created all on his own.

"I think," I said aloud, "that they are going to be very pleased. It isn't as powerful as the Kamehameha but being able to direct that blast is a very powerful tool to have. There will be foes that are far more nimble than the ones you've faced so far so being able to lock on and target them is going to be a massive help."

"Aw, thanks Avo!" Goku chirped. "You learned a lot of amazing moves too! Or made new ones… it was kind of hard to tell."

"I get that," I said. Black Parade and Black Satin had definitely gotten upgrades and I wondered how my other spells would have changed after all we had done during the battle against Thanos.

"I wish I could have fought that Thor guy again. Or Thanos one on one, especially now that he's going to be nicer to everyone. Oh, and I'd love to have seen you take on the Old Woman!"

"The… Ancient One," I said slowly.

"Yeah, her! Or let me take her on… I bet she was an amazing fighter!" He shook his head and glanced at me. "But you shouldn't call it a distraction, Avo… this was really important!"

I huffed. "Maybe… but I don't like our friends being all on their own like this. I know they are capable but with Frieza on the Planet…" My mind went to all the horrible things that might be happening to them without us there even though I knew that compared to lore they should be in a better spot. 'When they first went it was just Krillan and Gohan who could fight… Bulma was dead weight, not that I'll ever tell her that. Now they have the entire gang with them. Senza is now stronger than Raditz so even without training with King Kai he should be able to take on much of the Frieza force. And Raditz is stronger too after helping us with Turles. Chichi as well… she's certainly stronger than Gohan was in canon. Then there is Yamcha and Krillan and Tien and…' I shook my head. 'They are fine… they are fine.'

That didn't mean I wasn't terrified for them.

I looked to the portal which finally finished forming; the problem with the sling ring was the bigger the portal the longer it took to solidify. One for me would have taken only seconds but one big enough to get our ship through? And travel the distance to get to Planet Namek? It had taken nearly 20 minutes for the damn thing to form and I was glad I wasn't going to have to deal with that often. "Alright… here we go," I said, grabbing onto the level that manipulated the speed of the ship. I took a deep breath…

…and barely pushed the lever forward, the Havokrider easing into the portal.

"Shouldn't we be going faster?" Goku asked only to grow quiet when he saw all of the Frieza Force ships that were surrounding Namek. Large carrier crafts. Smaller fighters. Supply ships. Slow moving things that were barely moving and fast little buggers that zipped about the other ships. All with similar aesthetics to make clear they belonged to Frieza and his soldiers.

"That's why we aren't going in fast," I told Goku. "We need to sneak in if we hope to help our friends."

And with that I began to work to find the best route to the planet's surface.

~MC~MC~MC~

"Wow!" Gohan declared as Dende came back up to the surface, the Dragon Ball clutched in his hands. "That was-oh!" He quickly flew over when Dende dropped back under the water and grabbed his friend by the back of his robes, helping yank him to the surface. "You were down there a really long time! I don't think even my dad could hold his breath that long!"

"Hold… my breath?" Dende said, confused. "Why would I need to do that?"

"You can breathe underwater?!" Gohan exclaimed in shock, nearly dropping Dende again. Luckily the young Namekian was able to now fly on his own and simply hovered there. "But… you don't have gills!"

"No, I can't breathe underwater," Dende corrected. "But Namekians don't have to worry about such things, especially for such a short amount of time under the water. While we prefer to breathe like you we can go without oxygen for nearly an hour."

"An… an hour?!" Gohan exclaimed. "That's amazing! I bet you could do a lot of cool attacks with that!"

"Attacks?" Dende said, confused. "What do you mean?"

That made Gohan actually think about what he was suggesting. 'Huh… if Mr. Kayos were here I bet he'd have a bunch of ideas. He's really good at the sneaky stuff. But maybe if I think like him I can help Dende out! He's so nervous about all of this… he's like me before dad and mom began to allow me to train! So I need to be like them and Mr. Kayos and Mr. Senza and help him out!' He furrowed his brow in deep thought. 'Hold his breath… hold his breath… HEY!' Out loud he declared, "Poison!"

"W-what?" Dende said, startled.

"So Mr. Kayos once talked about how he would take out someone like my dad, because my dad is REALLY strong but Mr. Kayos doesn't have any ki at all."

"No ki?" Dende said, surprised.

"Yeah… I mean we found out he is REALLY powerful with magic but this was from before then. Anyway, he said that if he had to take out my dad he'd poison his food. So… Namekians could fight with air moving poison!"

"I… don't…"

Gohan though continued on. "You could have Bulma make you a capsule shooter that releases poison cloud capsules. Or if you don't like poison-"

"I don't."

"-it could be smoke or something. But with smoke you'd have to protect your eyes so maybe you could get goggles? That might work!" He shrugged. "I'll have to ask Mr. Kayos for other ideas when he gets to Namek. I'm sure that he'll be here soon."

"Where… where is this… Mr. Kayos?" Dende asked.

"Him and my dad went through a magical portal to fight for another world!" Dende just stared at him and Gohan waved him off. "Don't worry, they'll win and get here and help us out! Now let's get to Lord Guru's place and show him the Dragon Ball we found!"

With that he rocketed off, Dende hurrying after him.

~MC~MC~MC~

"He fall down," Zarbon said and to Chichi was as if his tongue was getting thicker by the second, causing his words to become slurred and forcing him to say as little as possible, lest he bite it clean off.

She wished he would bite it off. It was better than he deserved.

'Only a day ago I hated him,' she thought as she gently laid Vegeta down on the ground, his body still smoking from the blast. His eyes were closed and his mouth slack, a trickle of blood coming from his lips. Much of his armor had been torn apart by Zarbon's grand blast, the body suit he wore underneath was torn too. He had fallen in a heap after somehow managing to remain on his feet for several long seconds but Chichi had refused to allow him to just lie there, undignified. He deserved far better than that. 'Only a day ago he was my enemy. And maybe tomorrow he will be, after we settle all this and find that there is no room in either of us for compromise.'

Chichi slowly got up and her Ki flared around her even as Zarbon leered at her.

'But today… even if he isn't my brother… I will fight for him!'

She launched herself at Zarbon, aiming a punch right for his fat face.

Zarbon easily caught her fist.

"Little girl… shouldn't fight… fight she… not win," he said. And with that he leaned back to headbutt her.

Chichi thrust out her free hand and ignited it.

"Flames of Frypan!" she shouted as she unleashed the glut of superheated Ki energy.

Zarbon let her go in an instant, screaming as he shielded his eyes. But the damage was already done and he howled as his skin burned, flesh crackling under the intensity of the fires of Chichi's home. She kicked off from him and drew back her hands, preparing to fire off the Rage of Frypan, but Zarbon inhaled deeply before unleashing a thunderous croaking sound that sent her flying back, the soundwave like a physical blow that hit her like a speeding truck.

Chichi struggled to right herself but then Zarbon was in front of her, swinging wildly. It was only because his eyes were half shut, swollen close thanks to her earlier attack, that he missed and she was able to duck under his sloppy punch and kick him hard in the ankle before going into the sky.

"Can't escape… can't win!" Zarbon said as he scrubbed at his face again. "Crush you… stomp you… destroy you!" He threw out his hands and began to fire off a barrage of ki blasts. None of them were overly big but it was the volume of them that was the problem and Chichi began to rapidly dip and dive in an attempt to avoid them all. Those that struck were like solid punches from Goku when she missed a block during their training; nothing that would knock her out but enough to rattle her. "Found you!" he suddenly said after one blast and he rocketed through the air at her, colliding with her and causing Chichi to gasp out in pain.

'He… he must have used the ki blasts to find me…' she thought as she struggled to break free of the grab he put her in. 'At times its like he's getting dumber by the second. The way he talks. The way he attacks. But then he does things like this and it feels like he's only gotten smarter!' She snapped her head back to try and break his… well, he didn't actually have a nose anymore but rather a snout or a muzzle… but Zarbon merely rammed his head forward and Chichi hissed, body throbbing, as the two of them collided in pain and suffering.

"Squeeze you… squeeze you good!" Zarbon proclaimed, his hot breath blasting against her neck; it was almost as painful as the pressure he was applying to her middle. "Squeeze everything out of you!"

Chichi suddenly had the horrible image of all her guts bursting out of her mouth before she popped like a balloon and she began to struggle all the harder. But the way Zarbon had locked onto her had made it near impossible for her to fight back. His arms had locked around her and pinned her own arms against her sides, so that she had no way of being able to lash out at him. And with them flying in the air he was able to suddenly swing his meaty thighs around her, pressing her legs together and taking them out of the equation.

She heard something crack and Chichi cried out in pain.

Zarbon howled right in her ear, mockingly and tauntingly. Making it clear he was delighting in her pain. He applied even more pressure and Chichi felt something in her begin to break-

"OAKEN BARRAGE!"

Chichi was at once free and struggled to regain her flight but it felt like Zarbon had squeezed all the Ki out of her and she went plummeting towards the ground, all of existence swirling around her as she struggled to open her eyes because she knew she NEEDED to open her eyes. If she didn't she would fall and she might very well die. She had to open her eyes and get up. She had to!

She didn't.

But she also didn't fall.

"It's alright," the figure that had caught her said, holding onto Chichi in a secure yet also rather comforting grasp, "I have you."

"Who… who are you?" she said, the blood slowly returning to her brain and with that the ability to think. "Senza?" she said only to frown, knowing that wasn't right. While he was a Namekian this wasn't Senza. There was a youthfulness to him; while he may physically only be a year or two younger than Senza (it was so very hard to tell with Namekians, Chichi had found) his eyes were young. He wasn't burdened with the many years Piccolo and Kami had gone through and of which Senza held memories of. The cynicism that was such a heavy burden on Senza wasn't there. It wasn't to say he was naïve though as she could tell he was a warrior and was ready to fight. Rather… well, rather it reminded her of Avo in comparison to the likes of Raditz and Goku. With the latter her husband was able to let all just roll off his back like it didn't matter. He had faced down so much evil and it didn't bug him. Raditz, on the other hand, couldn't find joy in anything because he was always looking for the trick or the trap. The new Namekian… he was like Avo, who knew what the world was like but that also didn't stop him from having hope.

Zarbon slammed down into the ground about 10 yards away, panting hard. There was already a deep bruise forming on his face and the way it was swelling up she was pretty sure that he had broken something in his jaw. The way he was drooling only added to that, as did him reaching up and wincing as he touched the side of his face.

"Who… you…" he managed to get out.

The Namekian slowly set Chichi to her feet and she fell into a defensive stance even as her protector moved to stand in front of her.

"I am the Guardians and Protector of this planet. The Prodigy of Namek. I am the Dragon Warrior, master of both Tribes and personal student of Lord Guru. I… am Nail!" He flared out his aura. "And this is where you fall, invader!"

~MC~MC~MC~

Alternate Take Omake:

That made Gohan actually think about what he was suggesting. 'Huh… if Mr. Kayos were here I bet he'd have a bunch of ideas. He's really good at the sneaky stuff. But maybe if I think like him I can help Dende out! He's so nervous about all of this… he's like me before dad and mom began to allow me to train! So I need to be like them and Mr. Kayos and Mr. Senza and help him out!'

He furrowed his brow in deep thought.

"I'm Son Gohan. I'm a Saiyan. I'm from the planet Earth in the Milky Way Galaxy. I'm 8 years old and I'm the boy who is gonna save your lives and all 85 people on this planet. You got a problem with that?"

"…what?" Dende said.

"Sorry, Chaoses like to rip off Doctor Who a lot."