[DBitp] Here Comes The Son

[Lord Raziere]

Last time On Dragon Ball ITP:
The Rebel Alliance had finally defeated Emperor Hailing and put Apfel on the throne, while the time Patrol put a Universe-wide quarantine upon Universe 13 until the Trombone Cultists were eliminated. Now we see the results of these actions ten years later, this time on DRAGON BALL ITP!!

10 Years Later: Shin, The Supreme Kai
It has been ten years since Emperor Hailing fell. Shin sipped his tea. He gazed outwards into the sky, through a trick of spatial engineering or magic the Planet of the Kais could gaze upon all of creation from here, from Heaven and the Otherworld to Hell to the vast expanse of the mortal cosmos. From the viewpoint up here, Hailing was such a relatively small being in the greater movements of stars and galaxies. Even with his multi-galaxy empire, there were far more galaxies out there than any mortal could count. In the presence of this raw immensity, anyone would be humbled by its seemingly endless majesty. Shin was no exception. Anyone would feel insignificant in the face of this view constantly here to great them.

He suspected that such instillation of humility was by design. The Kais could not afford arrogance or recklessness. Upon their shoulders and choices, an entire universe rests. Raised and taught to be the caretakers of creation for eons, they had to be better than any mortal king. It was a requirement, not something to be taken for granted. One wrong choice, and entire planets if not galaxies could perish. Thoughtfulness was better than action. Action and initiative was the way of mortals blessed with the right to live small lives and small joys with good friendships, not gods. The way of gods was patience and thought, of knowing that any decision you make would bear fruit thousands and millions of years down the line, upon scales a mortal mind could scarcely imagine. Take for example Emperor Hailing himself: His biology was only possible in the first place because long ago his planet was created by the Shinjin and given life as an experiment to see what would result from life being given the ability to withstand such a powerful planet at all. The result was a race that conquered multiple galaxies and slaughtered countless people and destroyed planets because of such evolutionary experimentation. Shin knew not what decision led to Arcos's creation in the first place, but he sure knew that the Kais were reaping what they sown from it.

Such was the Kais duty: to sow the seeds. To plant in the greatest garden of all and watch what strange flowers bloom from it. Such had been Shin's duty for so long. He sighs. Such a duty, he had failed, would continue to fail. He had five million years to contemplate his situation and he was under no illusions: he was not prepared for this. His anxiety that he would not measure up as a Supreme Kai, already blooming when the others were alive so long ago, had become overgrown with their deaths. He sits now, depressed and resigned to his fate, even after all this time. He never knew what decisions to make, he never knew what to do, not when Majin Buu attacked, not during the Trombone War, not when Hailing conquered galaxies, and not even now. There never seemed to be enough time to figure it out. Five million years and there was never enough time! He was only one person! How he could ever bear the weight of a universe!? How could ever make any decision one way or another, knowing the disastrous consequences that would most likely result from his inexperience? His incompetence? He was not fit to rule. So he never tried. He fell back on the old teachings and decreed that he would not interfere, that it was not his place to do so. Let the universe live or die by its own decisions, let the mortals figure out everything on their own. Better that they learn to rely on themselves than be mislead by his inadequate guidance. He was not worthy of being their ruler. Not worthy of being their god. He resigned to his lot, to being probably one of the worst Supreme Kais to ever rule.

Honestly, he was surprised that the Trombone Cultists or one of the Makaioshin haven't tried to assassinate him yet. The Other World is more defenseless than ever: There was only one Supreme Kai, the God of Destruction slept for fifty years at a time, the army had been destroyed in the Trombone War, the Guardians are all scattered and protecting their individual planets. One would think that at least the Makaioshin of Utility would at least attempt it, she did abhor incompetence. While the Trombone cultists clearly used necrotic ki which was a Makaioshin of Undeath creation, but it was unclear how much of hand he had in Trombone's rise to power- Shin estimated not much if at all, since Trombone's goals are in fact completely antithetical to the Makaioshin. They probably realized that Shin and Beerus's rule was a neglectful, incompetent one and declined to kill them simply because the shock of their loss might prompt people to get more competent replacements faster, whether that be from the people below or from the powers that are above even him.

Oh well. At least he had students that he was teaching now. Ones who would learn from his mistake. Perhaps they will be the Kais that this Universe deserves, after all the millennia he spent worrying in indecision never taking any actions, never making any mistakes to learn from, never being brave enough to fail so that he may one day succeed. Including even one wayward student who went forth to act and take the initiative as mortals do. But for now, he will continue to look up at the sky, drink his tea and do what he always did:

Absolutely nothing.

10 Years Later: The Refera Family
Max's Golden City detects a ship heading towards Earth, having just come out of warp space. What will they do?

[Sagetim]

Ten Years After Hailing's Defeat. Earth, The Shining City

Max had wasted no time. With Hailing's defeat, and the ruling that Earth would no longer be a part of the Arcosian Empire, Max had been a very busy man. One of his first orders of business was to secure the solar system, and to that end there was now a complicated web work of autonomous space stations littered throughout the system. Most of them for defense and observation, with a few specifically for receiving of diplomats. All of them had emergency support functions to help someone in honest need of help, but actually landing on Earth from space was something of a process for anyone who was not actually from the planet.

Of course, that was just the first order of business. He was busy trying to shift and uplift the consciousness of the planet's inhabitants, and to that end he had built The Shining City. A place of technological wonders that even some of those in the Arcosian Empire might marvel at. Some of it's most impressive functions were hidden from view, but when someone from offworld was approved by the automated system to land on Earth, they were authorized to land specifically at The Shining City.

Spoiler: Shining City, etc

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In addition to being beautiful to look at, Max has used The Shining City as a base of influence from which to start uniting Earth's disparate governments. And since it seemed to work in his own history, Max threw his weight behind Fenrir for Earth's first actual ruler. In addition, the city has been offered as a home for a number of others (mostly scientists that can be trusted) but also including Shanakan and the Seers for example. And while Max is not accepting the immigration of refugees to the city itself, he does utilize the technology within to organize aid programs. Not in the traditional sense of just sending material goods, food, etc, and screwing up the local economy with a sudden influx of wealth, but rather Max has been organizing his graduating students who showed an interest in helping others to help set up technologically advanced core economic structures.

An example of a Shining City aid program would look like: sending immediately necessary aid (food, medicine, support persons, and security if necessary), following up with stage 2 of information gathering for the specific needs of that area, then stage 3 of providing upgrades to the area's infrastructure and education so that they can proceed to solving their own problems (be it growing more food to stop starvation, having more jobs available to eliminate unemployment, etc). The eventual end goal being to unite the world under one government and implement a post scarcity economy using Max's technical knowledge.

As a ship was detected heading towards Earth, the automated defense network went into action, readying stations to power up defense systems, targeting the incoming object, scanning it, and opening up with the first automated message: A recording that Max had made.

Spoiler: The Recording

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The video for the recording shows Max, dressed in a lab coat and holding a clip board, "Hello, you are getting close to Earth-space. This is a warning for anyone who doesn't actually have permission to land on Earth: we will shoot down trespassers. It's nothing personal, I'm just trying to give my home planet time to catch up, technologically and societally, to the point where the culture in the rest of the galaxy won't just generic us. If you are in need of refueling, repairs, or emergency services, there are courtesy docking station outside of the defended territory. If you are looking for permission to visit Earth, or land, or talk to the person who set this up, this can be arranged at any of the courtesy stations. I hope you have a nice day." and then the message ends, with directions to getting to the courtesy station.

In the specific case of the Refera's and their ship, the network scanning them would recognize a majin life sign. It might also recognize the modified nature of the Refera's life signs, or it might not. And if they had bothered to show Max their ship before leaving, the system would recognize it's profile. But it would definitely recognize a majin life sign. In any case, they get a second message:

Spoiler: The Message

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The message was a video that Max had shot years previously, with him in a lab coat as copies of him ran around in the back ground of the video, constructing parts of the city, "Hey Max Banders here, welcome back to Earth-space. It's been a while since we've last seen each other, but by the time you come back this city I'm working on should be in full swing. As natives of Earth, you don't have to worry about the defense system shooting you down for trespassing. So come on by to the landing pad designated. If, for some reason you're having trouble flying your ship, there are also safe places to crash land as designated visually" The message cut away from a view of Max, and showed the city marked on a map of the planet, with safe crash zones highlighted in red. "And since this message has played, I should be getting in contact with your shortly, as I should be notified that this automated flag has been tripped."

As for Max himself, he was teaching a few different classes at once, scattered throughout the city. After all, if he can be in 5 different places at once, there was little reason for him not to teach as many people as possible. After all, the more teachers he could teach, the more students they could then handle on their own. So, one of the splits had a wrist mounted communicator blink a bit and vibrate, and one of the classes Max was teaching was put into self study for a bit while Max peeled away to check the situation and look at a live feed from his defense network, aiming to open communications with the incoming ship with a simple, "Hello?"

[Lord Raziere]

The Shining City:
Shanakan was teaching his Seers somewhere else, just establishing that is a thing by the way.
He gets a message back.
"Hey Max! Its me Jade. Its been a while hasn't it? I think this is the date where we all meet up again....I see you've been busy. Man, you wouldn't believe what we've seen out there! I've got a lot of stories to tell."
While they dock, you remember that Jade destroyed those 108 Juggernauts. Did you or did you not ever speak to her about that? You could speak to her now about it, if you want. Or perhaps you already did in a flashback, who knows.

Spoiler: Kurumo and Shin

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Kurumo walked throughout the Planet of the Kais, the planet of the Shinjin. His postion was Head of heavenly Security, his job was to basically make sure the higher realms were protected. Kurumo, was a hard, iron-like man for a shinjin. He had a stern topknot, a fierce iron gaze and a well-refined fu-manchu mustache. Disciplined muscles dwell underneath his kai clothing. He was a man of control, a man of conviction. A shinjin who whats know necessary is necessary, what needs to be done needs to be done and that order and proper functioning is everything. And to achieve that required excellence, hard work and a will to act, to decide. Order must be maintained by those with the will to make the decisions worth making, that is how civilization is made, is his way of thinking.

He walked by a shinjin teaching a few students about the nature of reality, specifically “Theory of Pan-Tulpa Composition.” then walked by a few others meditating, and couple students doing katas, practicing the movements by which they commanded reality. It was a magnificent world, much like Heaven below. But while that place was built for pure joy and contentment, the Planet of the Kais was meant more for contemplation, learning, consideration. There was a quiet importance, a sense of weight to what they did here. While enjoyment was allowed, the purpose of the planet was more important concerns. This was where things of great import were decided, and none should ignore that. Unfortunately, Kurumo could always think of one person who always did.

Kurumo walked up to the Supreme Kai. How many times had he tried to argue with him to do something only to fail? How much longer must they spend not doing anything? Kurumo decided to try and convince the Supreme Kai one last time. If there was any chance he could make him take action, to finally do his job then it was worth taking. He spoke
“Supreme Kai. There is a number of problems, I must bring to your attention.”
Shin sighs, pain in his voice. “Must we have this conversation again, Kurumo?”
As Kurumo begins once more, Shin just listens, having little in way of response to any of these anymore.
“The number of habitable planets in the Universe have been steadily decreasing due to Beerus's destruction, with sudden spasms from Majin Buu's rampage, the Trombone War as well as Hailing's conquests, with no planets being created to balance any of this out and renew the Universe. There are in fact less planets today than there was five million years ago.

Despite this, due to advances in technology, civilization and medicine the life that has survived through all this has become prosperous and thus the total population of the universe is far higher than it was five million years ago. If things continue like this, the decreasing number of planets and increasing population will eventually meet, and the mortals will start facing overpopulation, resource shortages, famine, and drought.

However that is not the only problem, due to higher population, more people are dying and thus more people going to Yenma to be judged. Since nothing has been done to accommodate these changes to the rate of people dying, Yenma and the onis are overworked since they are still operating on a budget, manpower and resources designed to work for a Universe five million years younger. The line for his judgment is ridiculously long and shouldn't be so backed up.

Hell is a mess. Because of Yenma being overworked with his judgment, there are not enough onis to keep track of anything down there, while the number of sinners sent to hell as only increased with the population, yet Hell itself hasn't received any renovations to keep them contained and a vast majority of them are just roaming freely around there with very little actual supervision, combined with the damages sustained by the Trombone War there are tons of hiding places and holes between parts of hell with nothing going in to repair any of it.

Thats not all, back in the mortal realm a vast majority of the Planetary Guardians are dead. Granted they are supposed to be a mostly early phase position until a planet starts being able to protect themselves and interact with other worlds by themselves, but many of them got either destroyed by Trombone, killed by Hailing in his conquest spree, or destroyed by Majin Buu and there should have been emergency recruitment efforts to quell the chaos caused in their wakes, as well as new ones made on newly created worlds to replace the Guardians that were lost. Speaking of forces we have not made any effort to replace, ever since the Trombone War we lost the Army of the Spirit World entirely, and thus all the Jade Soldiers are for some reason still in Hell! We have no military at all to speak of! Nothing to defend us!

While nowhere near as powerful as they once were, the Trombone Cultists are still at large and have caused at least two instances of international to planetary scale terrorism within the last twelve years. And we have no forces to deal with them. Each time they have been foiled by mortal militias consisting of small numbers of highly powerful ki users!

Speaking of which, we have a time travel problem. Mortals just falling in from across time into our Universe without any rhyme or reason. While the time traveler so far have proven beneficial to us, there is no guarantee that they will continue to do so! Or that whatever time traveler comes next will be as safe. Time travel is dangerous for a reason and we need to do something about it.

Not to mention that the power level of mortals has been rising in general! Getting near our levels of power! More mortals with higher levels of power mean higher chances of more planets being destroyed, which means a higher rate of planetary loss, which will accelerate the resource and overpopulation problems I already mentioned! And how long before they start thinking themselves above us because of their power? How long until they start rebelling and overthrowing us like Trombone for their own foolish ideas of how to run the universe without knowing how to do it?

All this and we're not even done.” Kurumo says, trying to keep his anger in check. “There is still the problem of Beerus himself. Sleeps for 50 years at a time when no one can tell him how to do his job better, wakes up for a short amount of time, blows up planets because of arbitrary petty reasons like food or a games or not showing him proper respect, which are overreactions even for a God of Destruction, not reading any of the planetary demolition assessments, and yet somehow he is still being more active than you!

And most recently, there is a quarantine placed over our entire Universe without your approval or authority behind it, by the Time Patrol claiming that the Trombone Cultist threat is too dangerous, blocking us off from all the other Universes, universes that we could learn from to improve our own governance! Universe One or Twelve could teach us so much, and now we can't even visit them!

And how are we supposed to fix any of this with only four directional Kaiio, one God of Destruction and five Kaioshin anyways!? Think about it! Ten people no matter how godly can't rule all this! Maybe that worked five million years ago, but maybe since we are our own Universe, we have some leeway on how to decide our governmental structure to best manage our problems and thus can expand and get more people to better divide the workload. Perhaps those laws were set down in a different time, and can and should be updated to better fit the current state of our universe! Just a thought!

Our whole Universe is frankly in complete disarray. It is a garden where much has been lost and the space for the plants that grow now is getting limited, is full of weeds that have overtaken and wiped out more exotic flowers. It has become isolated, outdated, disorderly, reliant upon vigilantes! You are the Supreme Kai. You need to do something as its leader to fix these problems! You need to restore order!”
There is silence as Kurumo finishes. Shin sighs again and replies
“What would you have me do, Kurumo?”
“Something! ANYTHING! Make more planets! Revise our infrastructure to deal with a growing universe! Build an army! Get Beerus in line! Get Hell fixed up! Deal with the threats on our doorstep!Anything that isn't just sitting around, sipping tea watching the universe slowly crumble from stagnation caused by your own inaction!”
Shin shakes his head. “No. I'm inexperienced, incompletely trained, afraid, anxious. I'd only make things worse with my intervention. I'm already a failure, anything I'd do would be coming from a failure and thus fail as well. Why even bother then? Let the slate be clean so that a newer better generation takes over.”
“Thats defeatist! You've given up before you even started! The apprentices are not yet ready, you should at least do your best to make sure they inherit fixes that they can build and improve upon rather than a mess you never bothered to clean up! The non-interference rule is only there in the first place so that one gives young civilizations time to grow and mature so that when they are ready they can handle your existence and work with us rationally rather than obeying or disobeying us due to irrational superstition and false beliefs! So that shinjin don't go around abusing their status in young civilizations to ask for tribute and sacrifices like corrupt scum or entitled brats! We are clearly long past the stage in which that rule is necessary to this degree. Its time that the Universe unites in harmonious order. Its time for action. I beg you, Shin, please! Do something so that we may move forward as Universe 13!”
Kurumo pleads in frustration at the leader of the Kais, hoping he would see sense.

….But no answer came.

Shin simply remains silent and keeps sipping his tea sadly, having heard all this before in one form or another doing as always, Absolutely Nothing. It didn't help or inspire him then, it didn't help now. Kurumo's expression hardens at this, his eyes narrowing into a determined gaze of iron. He takes a deep breath.
“....Fine then, if thats the way its going to be. Good day Supreme Kai.”
Kurumo marches away in silent unyielding resolve. If the Supreme Kai wasn't going to do something, then he would just have to do everything himself.

[Sagetim]

Shining City

"Well, I'm sure the others would appreciate not being left out of story time. That reminds me, do you know what happened to the robot guys on Mars? I was working with them and little-kami-who-goes-by-another-name on seeding some uninhabited systems scattered around the universe with some self propagating tech hidden from hyperlight drives so they could set up their own civilization and grow to do their own thing, then...Well, Hailing things happened, and then I was building stuff for a while, and by the time I checked back there were a lot of broken parts on the ground on Mars. Oh, and Mars...you might notice that it's starting to look not so red anymore. I figured I might as well continue the terraforming project they started on it. It may not be needed for Earth's population for hundreds of years, but that gives ample time to stabilize it's weather and get it ready."

Max looked thoughtful for a moment, remembering that he hadn't actually checked in with the Namekians and planet Namek since he had helped calm reset their atmosphere over 10 years ago now. And had he remembered to go bother Shin? He was pretty sure Old Kai would still be in the Z Sword, and that's not something he could fix any time soon, but going to bother Shin and make sure he wasn't just lonely and depressed got added to Max's list of things to do.

[Lord Raziere]

Shining City
"Oh that? the juggernauts asked me to destroy them after the whole Universe quarantine thing."
She says a little casually after remembering it all this time.
".....ok I know that sounds bad, but hear me out: I was trying to ask them whether they had souls/sapience throughout the fight, and they didn't give me any good answers, aside from this thing about their purpose being done and not wanting to outlive their mission/dream whatever. They were basically repeating Yama's "accepting the inevitability of death" schtick he had going on so I was like, "whatever, if your okay with it." and even then they tried to throw a dead martian volcano at me and suck me into a black hole twice, so I was basically considering it self defense at that point.

.....uh can we discuss it in person? Maybe best not to do it while over the comm? heheheheh...."
She says a little sheepishly.

Ten Years Later: King Vegeta
Out to a waiting crowd of saiyans, King Vegeta, seventh of his name but first of his line to bear the title of king strides. In his pointy shoulders saiyan armor and cape,, his tail wrapped around his waist his spiky hair and confident expression on his young face he cut an inspiring figure, and he wore the green gem necklace around his neck that was the symbol of his new position as a monarch, it had just been finished being cut today, and it was sparkling new. He was a young ruler, full of fire and hope.
"Greetings, my subjects, warriors of the saiyan race!"
They cheered at his coming.
I am King Vegeta VII, first to bear the title of king. I have went forth to every chieftan of every saiyan tribe and defeated them all in one-on-one honorable duels! And now with my strength proven even to my father, I claim my title by right of my strength. Our people are finally united, and now I am KING OF ALL SAIYANS!"
They cheer more at his proclamation.
"There is much to be done. Thanks to our cooperation with the Tuffles, our people have changed drastically. We now have ships, technology, armor, to go forth into the galaxy to seek fights like our ancestors once did! But I have greater things in mind for our people. Our original planet, known as Sadala in the legends, was destroyed by the legend itself: The First Super Saiyan. I am King, but I wish to claim an even greater prize: I wish to go forth and seek this power, so that I may become the second! With this, we will claim the pride and power we saiyans deserve! So that all may know our legends!"
The cheer became a roar.
"I will of course, be accepting volunteers to come with me but be holding you to my standards. I will require saiyans who are brave, loyal, disciplined and dedicated to the greater wellbeing of our race. This will be a diplomatic-"
"WHENS THE FOOOOOD!?"
"VEGETA IS THE STRONGEST! WOOOOO!"
"I DON'T NEED SUPER SAIYAN I GOT M'BEER! HIC!"
"VEGETA I WILL BEAT UP 100 FOES FOR YOU!"
"SCREW YOU I'M GONNA BEAT UP 101 FOES FOR VEGETA! IN BEFORE 102!"
"DAMMIT!"
"HEY VEGETA ITS ME KARATTA, FORMER CHIEFTAN MY CLAN, I'M A NOBLE NOW! CALL ME LORD KARATTA. CAN I COME ON THE TRIP? CAN I CAN I CAN I? YOUR NOT ANSWERING ME. VEGETA? VEGETA? VEGETA? VEGETA? VEGETA? VEGETA? VEGETA?"
The king silently grows more angry and resists the urge to facepalm at these rowdy interruptions before he bellows back.
"QUIEEEETTTT!!!"
He clears his throat as they instantly go silent.
"This is a diplomatic mission. We will be going to Earth, where I believe a source for the power of the Super Saiyan can be found. We will be evaluating everyone who signs up with care.
That is all. I wish you all Good day and good fighting."
He then turns to leave thinking darkly to himself.
Goddammit, I hate them all.

[Sagetim]

The Shining City

"Yeah...that sounds like a pretty weird situation. That also explains where olympus mons went...I had to replace that by the way, just because it missing was bothering me. It's not exactly the same, but, I mean, no one else is really going to notice. And yes, we'll talk more in person, but the defense net that you've already passed through should be up to the task of blocking anyone from picking up our communications. It stops incoming and outgoing waves of various kinds. Wouldn't do to have someone blowing our planet up with a galactic ranged weapon, or gradually frying the atmosphere, or bombarding the planet with mind altering advertisements....anyway, I'll meet you at the landing pad."

As Max finished talking, he waved, then cut the call there. He went back into his class, to assign homework and answer a few quick questions before making his way to the landing pad, timing things so that he would be showing up just as The Shenron was touching down and finishing landing procedures.

As the Refera's were disembarking, Max waved to them and grandly announced, "Welcome, To the Shining City! A Glimpse Of Earth's Future, Today!"

[Lord Raziere]

The Shining City:
"You practice that a lot?"
Jade says as she steps out. She was wearing a hawaiian green shirt with shorts and sandals on, her eyes hidden by sunglasses, hands in her pockets, she seemed more relaxed than she was ten years ago, even if she had not aged a day. Beryl came out and says
"Hello Max! You would not believe the places we've seen."
Beryl says, stepping out as well, she was now wearing a full body mechanics suit, with spots clearly showing its use all over, she no longer had any hat and had done much work and maintenance on the ship over the years to repair it and keep it up to date with the technology around them. She was otherwise also the exact same look as you last saw her.
"Wow! You must come from a better future than mine!" says a third voice.
"The future I know of is just mostly ruins and wastelands. But then again people tell me my future sucks a lot in comparison to others! Oh well, guess its all a matter of perspective."
Masala comes walking out, and she has grown up into a fully grown majin woman. She wears the signature baggy white pants and little black shoes, the black bracers and vest, and a pink strapless top underneath the vest, gone were here pigtails and in their was a wild mass of tentacle-hair full of spirals and curls draping down her figure, she smiles with a sassy smirk.
"Nice to see you Max. Will be nice to talk to somebody other than Mom and J-Mom. and I can't wait to meet Aunt Starlight and Vodkana again! Does she count as an older sister, you think, or not?"
"You'll have to talk to her about that I think."
"Yeah, I guess she'd have to be okay with it."

King Vegeta and Adviser Lettan:
As the newly crowned king got into his private chambers and sat down, his Adviser, Lettan, a thin saiyan with glasses a sash around his armor denoting his position sat down next to him.
"Your Majesty, how are you feeling?"
Vegeta looks over at him and smiles. Lettan was an odd Saiyan by all accounts. His intelligence was perhaps one of the highest among the species, he was of a scholarly bent and read more about alien cultures from Tuffle libraries than any other saiyan in the world. While other saiyans were rowdy, bawdy and crude, he was polite and refined. Lettan was of course from Clan Tunipiz who cut off their tails so that they may never succumb to the raging Oozaru and rely more on trickery and cleverness in their fighting style, but even among them he was an exception for his endless curiosity about how other species and people fought and what thought of fighting. He was perhaps the only saiyan Vegeta could honestly say was more intelligent than himself, and the closest thing they had to an ambassador. It was for these qualities he chose him as his adviser.
"Just fine Lettan. I just got a little angry at them. Keeping up the public face is going to be harder than I thought. And you can call me Vegeta, we're friends you know that."
"Heh. Well Vegeta, your going to have to try harder. If this is going to work, you need to present a strong face, and thats about not giving into anger too much. A king needs to be seen as unshakable, and their wrath a thing to fear on the rare times it is brought down upon their enemies. We both know they won't accept as you leader if you seem weak."
"Yes, thats the stupid part about all this."
"Though, why did you say getting it was for glory? The super Saiyan transformation."
"It was half for public performance, Lettan. The saiyans need to feel as if they going to claim something glorious and honorable to motivate them. And we are, but the real reason of getting the transformation is of course politics, and survival.

Quite simply,with Hailing's defeat at the hands of people who went into super forms there is clearly going to be an arms race to claim such forms. And as we saiyans like to do, we will go forth and fight them whether I'm there or not. Problem is, it is known that other races according to the Tuffles, do not like fighting like we do. While Beerus destroys planets every 50 years, and his daughter who claims to be trying to become the next Goddess of Destruction, has been destroying old planets within a ten year time frame more often than him.

So between Apfel with a history of wiping out races that threaten the peace and safety of others, Jade Refera the person who overthrew Hailing, Beerus and his daughter Vodkana, there is a good chance any of these people might wipe us out because of our love of fighting. As the King of the Saiyans, I cannot let that happen. I need to attain super-saiyan to ensure a future where we survive, where we are safe. Problem is, the saiyans would never accept me telling them this as a warning. They're so battle-happy that they would see people who could potentially render us extinct as challenges to provoke into fighting them so that they can overcome them. Which is the very last thing we need.

That is why I'm going on a diplomatic mission: to get the super saiyan form so that the saiyans can stand against the threats of the universe and to convince them to not destroy us all. I only hope that my own subjects don't ruin all my efforts with their stupidity."
"Yet you need them there to witness you attaining the form." Lettan observes "As a show of strength and leadership that you can accomplish something legendary and impossible so that it will solidify your rule, as well as something to pass on to your successor so that they keep the throne so that it won't just devolve back into barbarism again."
"Exactly. My reign is fragile right now. If I don't keep my people stable enough to somehow survive this, the saiyans may be doomed."

[Sagetim]

The Shining City

Max made a shh motion and winked to Masala, "Not sure if I mentioned it to everyone, but I Have been masquerading as a wayward human from a previous Earth golden age, instead of outing myself as a temporal refugee. After all, people tend to find it more believable when they feel legends and stories they've grown up with are being validated. But the short answer is yes, my time was quite nice. Even if it did have some space warfare problems. It just means I'm used to more technologically sophisticated starship designs, really. I was kind of surprised when I found out about the general lack of shielding technology, and corresponding lack of power output on weaponry..."

Max cleared his throat, "Good to see that you got around to growing up though." As he mentioned it, the Refera's might notice that he doesn't seem to have aged, at all, since the recording they saw on coming in. That might just be good genetics though, but as of yet he's been keeping the whole 'halted his aging process' a secret. "I take it you haven't been causing too much of a ruckus, or there would have been more on the galactic news?"

[Lord Raziere]

The Shining City:
"No threats on the level of Hailing, mostly just space pirates thinking they can take advantage of his death to do whatever they want, and us going around teaching people how to protect people and fight for whats good and right."
"Yeah we had to constantly spar with each other to keep ourselves sharp. I'm basically my two mom's punching bag since I can tank and recover from pretty much anything. Aside from my mother's scary Chara super form."
Masala looks at them, annoyed.
"How were we supposed to know so many of that cosplay's attacks prevents regeneration? that cosplay is honestly scary."
"To be fair, it did teach her to reflect ki attacks back with that mirror technique she has now. Your basically a copycat fighter now, my little Masala."
"Mooooooom! I'm 23, I'm not little anymore!"
Beryl ruffles her head.
"But you'll always be my little majin to me!"
"Mom, we look about the same age. By Kami I just realized I'll be seeing my two parents at this age forever. I feel like I'm talking to people the same age as me half the time, its strange."
"Though there was that one time on Planet Scrap, but it was more of a lack of an incident? Its a story so the details can wait until everyone is here."

Solitus and Kurumo:
Kurumo walked forward and stands across from Solitus then bows slightly, surrounded by his minions of hell.
"I Thank You For Being Such a Great Informant, And Hiding Us Over The Last Ten Years."
Solitus says.
"Glad To See At Least One Shinjin Recognizes My True Divinity."
"Your Divine Majesty, the last of my doubts have been.....eliminated. I shall assist your Perfection in attaining the divinity that you...deserve."
Yes lets go with that.
"However, the universe is structured in such a way that you cannot rule without both a God of Creation and a God of Destruction. Only I can be God of Creation, so you'll have to be the God of Destruction. Do we have a deal?"
"Nonsense! I am Solitus Altra, half Shinjin, half Human! Half man, Half God! As the Most Perfect Being In All Of Existence, I Can Be Both In One Being, Obviously! There Is No Need For Such Things, For I Am the Perfect Balance Of All Things In a Single Being! Creation, Destruction, Day, Night, Yin and Yang! Why Would Your Plan Ever Be Necessary, Knowing My Unquestionable Perfection?"
Kurumo took a breath. Time for more manipulation.
"Ah. But until we figure out how to properly express your perfection so all may see it....on the same plane of existence, your Majesty, one of us being a God of Creation and the other being God of Destruction will simply have to be the next best thing until your inevitable perfection is....revealed to all those who are blind to it."
"I See. Unfortunately, The Rest Of The World Is Not Perfect Like Me, And Therefore Clearly Cannot Yet Contain My Full Glory. This Will Have To Be Revised Like So Many Other Things."
"Indeed. So, do we have a deal?"
"Yes, For I See Within You, Only My Path To Success And The Spreading Of Perfection To All The World."
"Why of course my lord."
Kurumo says.
"Your perfect, why wouldn't you?"
Perfectly manipulable to my own ends, maybe, Kurumo thinks to himself.

[Sagetim]

Shining City

Max smirked at the interaction, and started showing the trio around as they continued to talk, "Well, dearth of exciting space adventures aside, I built this city" For a moment, it seems like he was going to pause, and reference Jefferson Starship, but then he continued without saying 'on rock and roll', "almost ten years ago. I've been using it to gather people, help them learn how to be smart and competent, so they can help lay the foundation for the next generation of people to have a solid baseline for advancing further and setting a baseline where the third generation of people might actually be on my level. You know, science wise. It's kind of hard to uplift a civilization in a single generation, if you implement too much change all at once, the lessons you need people to learn get lost in the wonderment, and you wind up with a lot of people who consider it all to be some kind of magic."

Max paused as they exited the building, taking in a deep breath, "Do you smell that? That whole...lack of stench and slight hint of flowers? That took time. I had to take a page out of advertising's book and shame people into bathing more regularly, not just throwing trash into the street, and that the bathrooms were not trying to kill them or steal their essence. I'm really happy I didn't install electronic toilets into this city, I think people would have thought I was stealing souls and trapping them in toilets to punish them for eternity or something."

[Lord Raziere]

The Shining City
"heh, your a more patient man than me. I just wished for people to have access to ki and let them do what they want. Given that the planet is still here and no visible changes in geography, its probably going about as good as can be expected."
"Thanks for the books you gave us by the way they've been a real help."
Beryl says
"Just knowing there are people in other timelines going through the same troubles,
wondering they are truly human or not is refreshing, and I'm working on various ways to deal with the medical problems mentioned down the line, specifically I've been in contact with the Tuffles whom we shared our cybernetic information with, last I checked they were making their own drainer androids to defend themselves even without the saiyans, so they have good reason to treat us should the need arise."
"While I was surprised at some of the things in the Majin Book, do they really have trouble understanding such things? But then again normal physics is really weird to me, quantum physics is much easier to understand! Consistency is such a weird and alien thing, I mean the world is so clearly a mismatched strange place full of miracles and chaos! hehehehe. I mean how else do you explain people getting strange super forms out of nowhere?"
What? Masala, don't be ridiculous the world is totally consistent! Its not as if things have disappeared as if forgotten then suddenly reappeared or the rules changed out of nowhere. Hahahahahahahaha! (Don't look too closely at the world Toriyama builds.)
They follow him as he explains this work.
"Speaking of trash, anything we can't recycle, we just fire into the sky in trashbags to use as target practice for our ki blasts. keeps us from leaving it there on random planets."

In Hell:
"Anyways Your Perfect Majesty, we have to talk about our plans for to take over Spirit World and therefore the Universe. Its best to be strategical about this."
"Very Well. Proceed."
"The first part of the plan is of course taking over Heaven, this will actually be the easiest part since I'm head of security and the lack of defenses Heaven has had since the end of the Trombone War. we already gone over how we'll do that.

The second part is more complicated: the taking over of the mortal world. Quite simply if we are to truly control the Universe, these forces simply won't cut it- they are all dead, including you. You simply can't get out of the afterlife to conquer it all, and besides you need to get back to life to claim God of Destruction-hood, and there is only one way to get back to life in the Spirit World that is commonly known: Meng Po, The Lady of Reincarnation, the counterpart to Yenma. However that is currently not a viable way of you to come back, as she uses a tea that makes you forget all your memories, wiping your soul clean before sending you on your way. We'll have to figure out some better way of returning you and your forces to life."
"Worry Not. There Are Two I Can Send That I Guarantee Will Try To Come Back To Life No Matter What. Lagerin! Meta-Tuffle! Figuring This Out, With Your Great Minds and Knowledge, Is Both of Your Job."
"Verrry well, Solitusss." he hisses
"It shall be done." She electronically says back.
"Yes, quite. Until then I have potential forces in mind that can be recruited in life to help us take over the mortal world, as well as potentially use to find a method of coming back to life. I have about three to four forces lined up, but I'm not sure about the fourth since they seem to have developed a weapon to cancel ki which would of course, interfere with your Perfection."
Solitus frowns "Indeed. In My Perfection, I See This As Something To Avoid. Let Us Crush That Force Later When We Have Power Enough To Overwhelm Them Easily."
"That is probably wise, yes. Two others love war enough that I think they can be easily persuaded to fight and conquer in your name. While the last is our mortal world trump card so to speak. A force so great that even the Rebel Alliance will have a hard time standing against them. As I'm the only one here alive, I'll have to humbly do all the work of making sure they fight for us myself."
"Your Willingness To Take This Heavy Burden is Appreciated."
"As for the Rebel Alliance themselves, we should avoid them the best we can. they have a history of defeating foes far more powerful than themselves. It might be inevitable that we face them, but we should do so when the circumstances are best in our favor, ideally when we are far away and our mortal forces are defeating them without us."
"Yes. They Are Not Worth Dirtying My Hands. The Only Foe Worthy of Myself Is Oxyribo. Nevertheless, I am Solitus Altra, King of Gods, God of Kings. Should They come, I Will Not Be Afraid, For I Am Greater Than All Things."
"I......have no doubt in my mind that you can win, my liege. However...it would be best to delay having to resort to your own Perfection to win against them, after all, what is a King without his subjects? There are a few beings right here in hell that could help in the fight as well as in conquering heaven that you have not already recruited."
"Such As?"
"The First Super Saiyan, my Lord."

[Sagetim]

The Shining City

"Well, it's good to hear the books were useful. I figured they were the most directly relevant thing from my archive that isn't just, you know, technology. I've been trying to control the flow of that to make sure the galaxy isn't inundated with easy to abuse technology."

Max cleared his throat before continuing, "In any case, did you say the Tuffles? They were something of a curious footnote for me, very little information about them save a proclivity for technology. I'd be interested to meet them. And the saiyans, it's kind of weird not to have some around. Did I ever mention that part of my initial mission out into space was to get in contact with New Vegeta? Wierd place, constant fighting, infrastructure held together with bubble gum and hope, and gangs of Super Saiyans vying for dominance. It was the last stop on the short tour for me, oh, and it probably bears mentioning that the extreme boost in power that the Super Saiyan seems to be known for wasn't nearly that potent when I was encountering it. That was probably the only reason I was able to win enough of those fights to put a particular saiyan on the throne. You know, for at least a week."

Max flourished his hands through the air, as if unveiling a sign, "Saiyan Diplomacy at it's finest. Secure the king or queen that's willing to work out some regular diplomatic channels with you, then skeedadle before the traditional week of recovery has elapsed so you can get things approved before the agreement gets voided by a throne change."

Max then looked over at Jade as they continued walking, "Do you...not have a Mr. Fusion on your ship? I figured that was standard for Earth designs for getting rid of trash. Breaks matter down into energy, stores that in either the operational capacitors or the emergency power supply."

[Lord Raziere]

The Shining City
"Hm? No, The Shenron is a tuffle design that used to be owned by a tuffle friend that came to Earth and made our version of the dragon Balls in the first place."
"Hm. Tuffle tech is still more advanced than Earth's was in our time, perhaps we do have one but maybe its a different name and we never figured that function out? There is just so many features and bits and bobs to this tech thats new and futuristic to us since we come from a time thats earlier than yours. Remember, we come from a time where having a spaceship at all is futuristic."
"Maybe its just the usual recycling system but since we're so used to sorting stuff into recyclable and unrecyclable we never remembered that with future tech everything is recyclable to some degree? Either way, I'm pretty our 760's are showing."
"and I'm from Post-Apoc 780's, so all this technology working at all is amazing to me! I mean whoa man, its just so magical!"
Point proven: Max Banders.
"But then again, I don't think I can understand something unless it IS magical,
and everything is magical to me."
" Sounds chaotic, your mission, hopefully the saiyans in this timeline get something more stable going. By the way, how was the books we gave you? Up to date on all the stuff other you made?"

Speaking of Tuffles:
A scientist walks to Queen Kor.
"Your majesty, I've come to deliver news, specifically interesting developments in population concerning the saiyans."
She nods and says
"Speak."
"Very well. First of all, the saiyans are adapting remarkably well to technology despite their previous stone age lifestyle. When we show and explain it to them, none of them react with superstition or anything like that. They seem to accept the basic instructions of how to operate and use them easily and tune out the inner workings while accepting their basic function at a rapid pace. When fighting is mentioned their brain activity fires up and they adopt the technology even faster. When we motivate saiyans to pilot ships to new places to fight, suddenly they pick up the way to engineer and pilot ships with much greater speed. while they won't ever become theoretical physicists or anything, they can build and operate technology thats immediately useful to their needs.

But thats just pure saiyan, whats interesting is the small but growing population or Tuffle-saiyan hybrid children. To our surprise, most of them don't have tails! Our growth projections show they'll grow to a maximum of 4-5 feet in height compared to a Tuffles 3 feet and a Saiyans 5-6 feet. While they still possess their saiyan parents love for battle its more controllable while they consistently express traits of Tuffle genius. The minority of hybrids with tails are also more controlled in their battle-lust but they are prone to rare emotional rages where their power spikes incredibly high out of nowhere. All hybrids don't seem to possess any hindered ability to learn either battle or scientific/technological skill.

We'd thought it take generations for saiyans adapt this well, but instead its almost as they're going through evolution within a single generation! They're not only adapting on a mental level they're doing so on a genetic one! Its simply insane. If the results we're getting are correct the hybrids will become even better at fighting than the originals, and the saiyan tail might be gotten rid of entirely within mere generations. I'm going to admit this now: we are completely baffled as to how this is even possible. I think Saiyan biology is far stronger and has more secrets than we thought."
"Yes. I agree. I think we need to start investigating further into this...." Kor says back.

[Sagetim]

The Shining City

"Oh, yeah, and his memoirs were kind of neat to read through. One of the major factors of difference between us was that he was in an essentially peaceful timeline for the duration of his life. Meanwhile I grew up with such factors as a looming space based war, a mafia composed of failed students of the Crane hermit, and a fairly steady stream of psychopaths abusing their higher-than-human-average power levels. Hell, the Crane Mafia tried to drown me when they found I had been healing my high school's sports team members out of view of the field. By contrast this guy found a sweet heart at college and settled into researching peaceful fields for most of his life."

Max shrugged, "But, on the bright side, that increased strife got me working a lot harder, and provided a fertile ground for rapid development of various technologies that...I don't know if alternate me even had available. On that note, if you want I could probably figure your ship out and write you an instruction manual. If there's any parts I'm not familiar with, well, we can cross that bridge if it comes to it."

[igordragonian]

[Ten Years Later]

[Earth][Central City]

Fenrir- King Of Earth, ringed the bell, to mark end of the discussion.
Axes were drawn back, the Minister Of Education slided down from the chandelier on the table, rather loudly.
Someone has released the arrows which nailed other minister's robes.
'Excuse me, ladies and gentelmen. I have meeting to attend to, in Max City. I'll leave Prince Fuzzy and Princess Puffy in charge."

Both of them objected. "It's not fair daddy!"
"Yeah, you tyrant!'
Fenrir frowned. "Someone need to make sure, that the very fragile union of our kingdom stay intact.' Fenrir argued.

'Darling, if Kingdom Of Earth can't survive few hours without you three, then you have done a very poor job at founding it.' Has answered a dog beastwoman, with pink fur, dressed like a Lady wearing a tiara on her head, with a gigantic spiked club on her back, with 9 years old, blue furred dog boy, with red spots. 'Also, me and Fluffy could use the practice." She added.

Fenrir sighed. 'Fine. I can't argue with that. Let's go.' And leaped from the window- he could fly, but preffered leaping- and he gotten incredibly good with it, able to pass whole miles with single.leap.
He wishpered to himself.
Goddess Masala... I'll see you agaim.
The half human prince and princess simply flew..




Lucifer's Mansion

The Gunslinger was out for the chase again. He needed the boy. He gotten to what grew into a whole mansion, slipping through the guards with ease, psionicly making himself PoSE*
He has opened the door without knocking, and anounced. 'It's The Time."





*Problem Of Somebody Else- much easier and cheaper technique then invisibilty.






[Hailing Planet]

Vodkana has quite the journey- for almost two years, she has joined the Refrea Family's Odessey to clear her head.
At her 19th birthday, she decided it's time to train herself mentally, emotionaly and of course physicaly.

She started by Celestia's advice to serve Starlight as maid for two years. Those were unforgetable both for Vodkana and Equestria. During those years she trained telekenesis under Starlight's guidance, and mastered Nightmare magic under Luna's.
When she felt that she mastered enough social skills to interact with normal mortals, she started to collect funds and create the Hailing Entertainment Corps- or H.E.C.

H.E.C are huge and scandalouse succes- producing 3 media channels, films, series, cartoons(one of them based on the R.A. story/, many of them highly inspired from Earth's future media.
Games, hotels, toys, attractions, circuses, Fast Food resturants, tournaments, sport leagues or as one of many H.E.C's mottos describe:"If you think it's fun, we have it!"
But the (literaly) biggest produdction of H.E.C was Hailing Planet.

Vodkana tried to build to herself a reputation of cruel buisness shark- but in secret(which her closer friends knew) she used at least 10% of her incomes for charity of many kinds and forms.
Also a lot of her cruel actions, were actually Nightmare Magic. (Though she tried to let Tarasai for now, to believe she was really that ruthless.)

Today Vodkana with madoona and joystick played enthuasticly, at game she funded at devolping- World Of Pokecraft. Copyrights didn't worried her, since it's at least 200 years before some earthling will think about it at diffrent universe and timeline.
She was playing a raid, with a madona on. "Eat it Logia!!! You can't beat up my Persian with +300 Armor and my Paladin Lucario! Come on! For how long do I need to tank? Beat him already you bunch of filthy mortal noobs!' She yelled.

"Miss President." Said voice behind her.
"Nya... what is that this time?" She sighed.
'Mm.. someone at the Family Friendly Zone harassing one of the hostesses, and took down the Security Drones. We just need you to allow the Sayian Cheff Squad to deal with it.'
'Nyope." Vodkana said.
The Brench asistant was shocked. 'Why?!"

"We are hosting today the MoustachCon. And there would hundreds of Arcosian Gentelmen, do you have any idea how much they eat?! Nya?!" Vodkana said and gotten up, streching and handed over the joystick to the assistant. "What are you doing?'
Vodkana said while going to the bathroom to change:"To make a scene. Nya.'

"And what should I do?", he asked panicked. 'Win the raid, and then team rocket* on them all."


And with that Vodkana changed faster the Magic Girl transformation into her buisness suite. She flew through especialy designed set of tunnels to the crime scene.

It was a resturant with maids in cute yet, family friendly uniforms. (With Chibi smiling face of Hailing as the corps's logo)

One of them, a green pig-ish alien*(*https://goo.gl/images/nt6Mm8) was held by a brute with Empirial uniforms... tattered and old, from Hailing's age.
Vodkana looked around at the scared crowd, and the scattered remains of the security drones.
Vodkana flicked her hair, and smiled with shining fangs. 'Channel Hailing's News- record and give a live show
Nya.' She ordered.

The brute narrowed his eyes. 'So finally the traitorouse concubine, has decided to show up."

Vodkana kept on her arrogant feline grin. "You have damaged my property.'

-"What of it?! I can pay. Money is all what you care about anyway!"

'Nyoohonyo!" Vodkana laughed covering her mouth like anime rich girl streotype. 'Money is just a tool. My porpuse is... pleasurrre."
She turned to the terrified maid. "Are you enjoying this? Is this some kind of game? Because this is the wrong area for such games."


The maid snored with terror and shaked her head. 'No! Please save me Vodkana-Sama! Oink!"

'I see. Nya." Vodkana wagged her tail thoughtfull.

'Just save me already!!" Whined the hostage.

-'Nya.... right! Release her... or.. else!"

The brutr clenched his teeth. 'You think I'm afraid of fat backstabbing concubine like you?! And you dare to abuse the Emperor's name like that?" He has motioned with his free hand at the resturant and the Chibi Hailing logo.

-"If you are so brave, nya. Why are you hiding behind helpless maid? You know.. you could just ASK for my number.. nya. Is this your way to flirt with me?"


'What?! Never!' The brute gasped with disgust.
- "Awww. Nya. Fine. Then just release her." Vodkana stepped for there.
- "Don't you dare to move! I'll blast her head off!' -

Vodkana hesitated, wagging her tail thoughtfully.
Sure. She could use her Gaze as usual- she never met the petty criminal that withstand it- and as much as it was an educational trauma to the induvidual victim, it didn't seemed to affect the population- creeps kept coming and harassing her workers.
And not to speak of her reputation as uprising Destruction Goddess.


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Vodkana's aura flared with night blue darkness, she has lifted one finger, and the brute's hand moved on it's own, releasing the maid, who hurried to run away. She didn't stopped until she heard the sickening voice of breaking bone.
He roared with pain and panted. 'Cheap tricks. You can't over power me, like a true warrior!" The brute challenged her.
'Nya? Very well. Let's do an arm wrestle then. If you win, you will get 51% of the control over H.E.C." Vodkana has answered with an amused tone.

"Wh..what? But my arm broken!" He argued confused.
- "Awww. Poor baby. Nya. Of course you can't be tough as a REAL Empirial Commander. I guess, that beside harassing waitresses and breaking overpriced toys, your skills are quite limited. Nyanyayahaha. Blizzan at least was entertaining." Vodkana cooed and mocked him.

'I am number one fan of Blizzan! How dare you speak like that about him?! Fine. I'll play your stupid game!" He stepped forward, just to discover that Vodkana will use her pinky alone for the Arm Wrestling. He gave all of his power, but it didn't helped.
Vodakana yawned and wishpered. 'My turn." She folded the pinky, breaking his second hand.
He fell on his back. 'I..I.. surrender! I'll go to jail! I'll pay for the damage! Just don't-'
Vodkana shaked her head slowly with cruel smile. 'Now I'll show you and the whole galaxy, what I mean when I say 'Or else". Nya. Well... I'll destrly you to the very core of your soul. You don',t even deserve Hell." She created a ki ball in her paln, dark blue with star pattern.
'Perish!" She hissed, and sent the ball, and the brute felt as all of his particles and atoms turning to dust.


[Two Minutes Later.][Space Near Hailing Planet]

Major Gaup, woke up. Was he alive? But.. he couldn't move. He looked around... he was inside of Space Pod. But why couldn't he see his limbs? Feel himself breathing? Though.. he didn't felt pain. Or anything physical for the matter.
And then shadowy felinfe figure apeared infront of his window- Vodkana

Only her curvy smile, filled with sharp teeth, were in light somehow. 'Nyanya. Luckiky for you, I feel merciful today. I have recreated you, and sealed you in this pod. I am going to send you into the other side of the Galaxy, I can't let you ruin my reputation, by running around and tell everyone, I let my enemies be alive. Now can I?'
Gaup was horrified while understanding- he wasn't a passenger- he was the pod itself!
'But... before I do that. I got to show you something. Nya...' she pointed up.
He couldn't miss his Colony Planet... his home. And just like that, it exploded with dark night blue energy ball.
Vodkana's face could be seen now- but looking at her taking such a sick pleasure from destroying his home planet, didn't make things look brighter.
'Well... Bye Bye!' She said cheerfully and kicked him to a very very very long journey.

[Gaup's World.][Exactly The Same Time]

Vodkana flaring in flames of dark night blue levitated from above, but her words were heard right at the dark corners of theirs hearts.
You should feel ashamed. One of you, were fool enough to anger me. Begone!
All the Galaxy seen the planet explode, and most of it's inhabitats felt themselves dissolve into dust.

[Few Minutes Later]

They existed again. How?
Didn't I have metioned that I can undo my desturction? Just figured, that of you, might be innocent. Nya. I also cleared anyone who is less than legal law's memories from this sensstion. But the rest of you... learn to be better persons. Teach your youth to be better. And... don't forget to enjoy the many pleasures Hailing Enterainment has to offer! Nya!

'Behind The Scene'

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Vodkana used mostly Nightmare magic, to make it look and feel like she destroyed someone and his whole planet. After canceling the magic, she told them she recreated them.
She did sealed Gaup inside of pod, and prepared the seal to cancel, one he land on safe planet

[Hour Later][Earth]

Vodkana secretly planted one of her mirror shrads inside the Android's family ship, just for this very moment.
She casually went out of their ship, one hand holding a suitcase, and with the other levitated huge ki tray with prepared banquet.
'Nya! Hey! I missed you all so much!"


[Hell]





[Planet Meal

[Lord Raziere]

The Shining City
"Sure, you can check it out if you want, not as if we understand more than enough to operate it. Your alt-self is luckier than mine, I guess. I can't find any mentions of me in the Age 1000 archive. But then again any alternate self would be living in the same lifetime as the Z-Fighters, and since in U7 the Android designations stopped at 20, I'm guessing those versions never got kidnapped."
Jade looks out a window down at Earth.
"And of course, we're not even sure any Masala met us or was even born. There is simply no knowledge of what happened to us in that timeline. I think its best that we don't find out myself."
Yeah, it'll probably just lead somewhere sad and depressing.
"Crane based mafia? looming space war? a bunch of psychopaths trying to abuse their power? Wow, that sounds like a timeline that Jade's worldview would be completely correct about. Rather than this one where people are relatively sensible about these powers and just treat it as the WMD's they are."
Beryl says with a teasing smile towards the redhead.
"Oh stop. We both know that could still happen if we let it. Morality and self-control are all the more important in a world like this, if we don't stop teaching it, no one is ever going to become reckless enough to try and replicate such situations."
Masala looks at Vodkana as she comes out.
"Wait how did you-?"
She sees the food.
"Nevermind! foods!"
Masala attempts to eat the banquet Vodkana is levitating with her stretchy arms. The whole banquet.

[Sagetim]

The Shining City

"Well, that is why I'm trying to cram a few centuries of cultural development down into a few decades. If I can teach people about the pitfalls of ideas they consider new, like unregulated free market economics, we can skip the part where they try to apply those philosophies to a galaxy scale economy and get the Earth, and others, in trouble. And I can pass it off as ancient wisdom...because for me, it is."


Max cleared his throat as Masala went straight for the entire feast, "Now now, a young lady in her twenties should know how to share, surely?" With a laugh, Max waved to Vodkana, "I take it you're doing well, with a surprise entrance like that?"

[igordragonian]

[Earth][Shining City]

Vodkana laughed happily and levitated the tray away from Masala. 'Nyanyahahaha! Such a healthy apetite and good taste! But I have empowered it enough to statify us all... so eating it all, would be safe as jumping head on, into a Spirit Bomb. Nyanyahahah."

Vodkana turned to Beryl and Jade. A bit tense- will they judge her for her choices right away?
"Beryl! Jade! Looking good as always! Your merchandise is selling the best. Nyahohoho." And gave an Ojou-girl laughter.

And finally turned to Max. "Wow. Nya. I like what you have done with it. It's beatiful! I should try to hire you to Hailing Entertainment Corps! Nyaya! And... yes. I did well."

[B][


[Hell]

'More! More! Merrow! Solitus and his army would require our empowerment!" Spoon hissed at their newly built kitchen. Spoon hasn't changed much- but he didn't casted a shadow- his dark soul merged with the shadow dust.

"Don't command MErow around.' Platiji, the Bitter Raja hissed. Spoon by Solitus's authority, has crowned new Taste Rajas, by Solitus's judgment.
The role of the Bitter Raja, was the hardest to get- it was hard to make bitter taste good. He was actually one of the most skilled chefs in history. He also mastered to Stormart Nyagato forms. With a sigh, he empowered more and more canned food.

"Nyanya! Don't be so bitter!" Panana giggled. She was tiny Nyagato, looking barely 10 years old. Panana was actually a Holy Maharja, but she alwayd preffered sweet food. She had the ability to bend and manipulate sugar- even those within plants and living beings. Panana actually preffered using sugar taken from living beings, beliving it tasted better- and she never statisfied with nothing but the best ingredients.
She was assisnated in her sleep.

Panana kept empowering a huge cake, in form of 3 dimensional sun, above pile of Shinjin corpses made from fondan.

'Nya. Isn't it his sacred role to be bitter?' Questioned middle aged woman with sour expriession. Her name was Furkasha The Raja Of Sour. She has empowered the cake as well, balancing it with sour fruits she miraclously managed to grow in Hell. Her speciality was at creating aromas with variouse of effects, some even twisting the soul istelf.
She corrupted millions just for the pleasure of knowing she could influence them.

'Merrow. But seriously. Canning Onis and Kaioshins,... it's such a waste." Growled Siphter The Raja Of Salty. He was huge, morbidly fat, almost round, though his tail was probably longer double his height. His eyes were small and greedy, always looking if the others let the guard down around him. He was considerd the most disgusting and vile villain at Meal's folklore.
Idolizing Cannibalism,and was the only Chef in Meal's history to get the Stormart Nyagato Of Gluttony form.

Spoon hissed. 'I feel like I am forced to repeat myself for ten years! Merrow! First- we are preparing for war. Canned food would be required. Even if Solitus Sama, will win this too quickly- I doubt he'l stop here. Second- we can't let him know what the source of the canned Soul-Meat. Merrow. Third- I am his Prophet, and I WILL command you around! Merrow!"

Furkasha looked with disgust at Siphter. "I do find the idea of making sentient beings into food, sickening. Nya."
Spoon rolled his eyes. "They are great source of ki. Why do you think Siphter is the strongest among us? Merrow? We can't allow personal sense of taste from making the most empowering food possible. Merrow. And we need to hurry- soon, we would need serve Solitus's and his army and we won't have time to prepare food properly. Merrow."




[Meal][Kami's Golden Pyramid]

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I am assuming quite a lot here, but if it bother anyone, I can delete this scene. The porpuse of it, is to show 'rats abandoning the ship first' to give more fatal feeling to the arc.
I can explain those assumptions at the OOC, if someone intrested.

Priestess Mugga woke up, streching with a yawn. She had to pee, and also it was her turn to prepare the sacred Midnight Snack ceremony of Amon Kami.


She blinked as she seen, Amon Kami walking to the entrance of the temple with huge backbag.
"...Your holiness? Nya? Wh..where are you going?" She has asked feeling that something was off.
Amon Kami turned to her smiling. "Just going to see the multiverse you know. Merrow?" He shrugged.
Mugga was shocked. 'W...what? N...nya? When are you coming back? You haven't warned us about leaving to the Other World... Nya?"
Amon chuckled. "Nah. Nyah. Nothing like that. I probably will never return. Merrow."
Mugga fell.to her knees. 'W..what? Nya? You can't do that to us! Who will be the Guardian Of Meal? Nya?"
Amon shrugged. He took his chest necklace and placed it on Mugga. His golden glow left him and passed to Mugga. 'Congrats! Merrow! Now you are Isis-Kami! Bye!" He waved and walked away, putting the sunglasses, he has stolen once from King Kai.

Mugga still was her knees and blinking.
"Nya?"


Amon-UnKami, flew up, and pulled from his backbag a small box, which he has opened and uncovered three cupcakes decorsted wjth the symbol- http://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/u9.png

And started to mamble a spell.

After a minute A green skinned Kaioshin apeared(https://img00.deviantart.net/e5d8/i/...11-daymgon.png)
"Amon? You do know, you are wasting the favor I owe you, by summoning me, right now. I am risking troubles with the Time Patrol. They have blocked this universe. So make your request fast." He said with his smug michiviouse grin.
Amon smiled as well. "Roh-Sama... It's time for me to live this universe."
- "Oh? And why thay?"
- Amon looked at the sky. "I am not sure. Merrow. Just my instincts.. are telling something might get wrong."
Roh hummed thoughtfull and calculating:"Hmmm... well, blocking whole universe isn't a good sign. How ever... I can't give you position as Kami in my Universe. Sooner or later, the Time Patrol will nag me."

Amon laughed. 'Merowrow! I want to join your Multiverse Pirate Crew! This is off the books, and have means to hide themselves from pesters."

"A pirate crew? I have no idea what are you talking about." Roh's smile grew cold.
"I happen to know, that you are getting 10% of their loot, and pick the best artifacts. And also that they lack a chef. Merrow."
- 'Oh? And HOW do you know THAT?"
- "I have kidnapped the crew's chef. Merow."

Roh laughed. 'How vile. Very well. Let's go." He offered Amon a hand, and together they vanished.

[Lord Raziere]

Ten Years Later: Tarasai
He takes a deep breath, then his eyes snap open. He was on a desolate planet with no life, far from anywhere. It didn't have a name, it probably never will. Perfect for training the style he practiced. He raises a hand and a mountain range rises with it. He lowers it and the mountains flatten. With a punch upwards a plateau suddenly bursts upwards from the flat plains, and he pushes it back down. He extends his fingers and wiggles them, making various pillars rise and fall like waves then flattens them all out again. He extends his hands forward in front of him, then spreads them apart, making the earth split open into a canyon, then brings them back together with a clap, bringing the canyon back together just as easily.

He flies a little higher and begins shaping a continent from the rock with nudging and sculpting telekinetic and kiai force, shaping the planet like he would clay. When he was done, it was a picture of the entire Rebel Alliance recreated down to the finest detail- then he flattens it all again anyways. Tarasai likened this training to being an extreme cosmic form of sand castle building. It was the Geo-Puncture level of Rippling Pond Style, and it was design to allow the Shinjin to shape continents and the surface of planets, changing geography to their whim without any brutish methods. Of course any mortal would say its not very refined, but Tarasai knew that many methods are more refined than a God of Destruction's wrath.

Soon he completes his training. This was becoming easy. It might be time to start working on Cosmic Conductor level techniques. As well as starting learning Infinite Fountain of Creation Style. After all, no amount of shaping or moving a planet will help if he cannot create one. He extends his senses. Oh, it was time for them to meet up already? How short it seemed to him. But then again, many things mortals do seem short to Shinjin. Tarasai uses isntantaneous movement.

The Shining City:
"....But....but..."
"Don't bother your "sister", Masala. She worked hard to prepare that food."
Given that Vodkana considers Jade a mother figure, she might as well be. Masala frowns and crosses his arms while pouting childishly.
"Fiiiiiiiiiiine."
Perhaps she wasn't so different from other majin after all.
Tarasai teleports in.
"Greetings. I hope you are all doing well today."
"you were gone the entire time we could never find you, what were doing for ten years?"
"Oh I was busy training in Geo-Acupuncture and lost track of the time, aside from my contacting with Vodkana reviewing various aspects of what a God of Destruction entails."
He says as if only an afternoon passed for him. For someone who naturally lives as long as him, it might as well be. Jade looks at Vodkana quizzically
"Wait.....merchandise? oh kais above, your talking about the rainbow stripe clothes and heart stuff aren't you? I at least hope my book is selling well? I don't get why so many people keeping associating rainbows with me now. And thats not even mentioning the people who copy my style of dress or outright cosplay as me. I can't help but feel a strange sense of irony about that last one."
They were copying her biker girl with leather jacket, boots, white shirt and blue pants look, not her current look was more like someone on vacation.

[Sagetim]

Earth:The Shining City

Max snickered a bit at Masala's antics, then nodded to Tarasai as he arrived. "Well, looks like we're getting more and more in. We should probably head to the conference room. It's got seating."

As he lead the way, Max commented, "Well, better that they cosplay you all than me. I'm happy I stuck with the stuff going on with Earth while you all fought Hailing. While you all were getting famous fighting Hailing, I was wearing a gi with King Kai and Old Kai's symbols on them. The last thing we need is a lot of cosplayers being mistaken for students of either of those two."

[igordragonian]

Vodkana felt weird about the pass of time- she was aware of herself as immortal being- but, she still was young, and devolped for now with the same rate of mortals.
She was actually afraid to grow distant again from the mortals- viewing them, as sort of exotic ants she had to herd or something.

One if the many reasons of founding HEC, it's not to lose the touch with the mortals. She wasn't planning on becoming distant mysteriouse being...
She had plans to be HERE- and by the time, HERE will be the hearts of mortals.

Vodkana giggled. 'I had a feeling, you might feel this way, Masala. I prepared special snacks, just for you.. nya. But- you will get them, if Mommies are pleased with your behavior. Nya.'

'Nyanya. The shirts selling well, but so your dress up action figures. But people actually like you more as tough biker girl." She giggled amused at Jade reaction.
'The book...ehh.. ' she made a face.
H.E.C Comittite actually voted again and again against keep producing the book, and she kept using her Veto right tk defend it.
"Well.. if you will show up in commercial, people might actually FEEL, the book is related to you and-' she started her usual lecture, trying to drag the Refreas into the commercial world.

She waved. 'Hello, Tarasai-kun. Nya! Looking a Heart-Breaker as ever. I hope for you, Fenrir and his children won't get here today. Nyanyanyahahah!"

And finally reacted to Max.:'This actually sound like a briiliant prank! I am sure King Kai will apreciate the laughs."

[Lord Raziere]

The Shining City
"Its mostly me. For some reason most people are cosplaying me. I mean there are SOME cosplaying of the others, but for some reason people focused on me as the "hero"
of that? I blame it on how flashy my super form is. And as for my book well....sigh."
Nevertheless she follows him to the conference with Beryl and Masala following along, Tarasai walks there, and you all come there only to see Shanakan, Luxana and Astralys already sitting at the table.
"See? I told you they would be here."

Ten Years Later: Altra Family
Luxana Altra, titanic in her stature and sister to Solitus that never met him, has relaxed her morals from their once inflexible state. She has served her time as Guardian to make way from Trombone Jr and has perfected her super form, the Sun Warrior form so that it doesn't ignite the atmosphere. Since then she has felt lost in purpose and has been learning things here in the Shining City along with her family. Where once she was a woman of a aztec like city that saw things in a magical light, she has made effort to educate herself and now her knowledge more and more approaches what Max would term a "modern" human. She is even wearing modern clothing.
"Your ability to predict things like this is growing ever more impressive."
Shanakan is wearing a long flowing qipao with big sleeves remniscent of tien shinhan's, with the gemini symbol on the front as his martial arts symbol. The tigerman has been teaching students, the seers of fate, the Disciples of Shanakan, his way, teaching them that by seeing fate they learn how to manipulate it and thus gain true freedom. The school is still small even in the Shining City, but they emphasize that all information is important to seizing one's own destiny and improving the destiny of the world, which is why Max allowed them in. His students are diverse, as he intentionally sought the people most likely to accept his teachings through fate. He has been branching out his style to other zodiac signs, and there is rumors among the students that he has been holding back a super form of his own.
"Hello everyone, I trust you are all faring well?
Lastly but not leastly, is eleven year old Astralys. Hers is an odd heritage: She is half tigerfolk, one quarter human, one quarter shinjin. Therefore, her tiger half is technically the dominant one, despite her human head. She has a tiger tail, tiger ears, and her arms and legs have a lot of tiger fur on them, complete with the claws. Her eyes are golden and her pupils are filled with stars like her father, her hair is orange and she wears a training gi with the Scorpio symbol on it. She looks at them with eyes of wisdom far beyond her years. She was born with her talent for being a seer, and Shanakan had to teach her how to live with it.
"Hello. My name is Astralys. You need not bother introducing yourselves. I already know who you all are, from seeing the records of your past in fate. Yes, I am aware I can be described as adorable. I am glad that I am warranted such a description, as it connects me to other things positively thought of in this world by association, and do so love seeing how all things in this world are connected."
Masala and Beryl blinks as if she read their mind. They were just thinking that.

[Emperor Ing]

Ten Years Later: Artic

Equipped with knowledge of alien technology, including devices of wondrous functionality the likes of which people in the Settled Universe could only imagine. Dimensional storage that allows large pieces of technology, everything from portable refridgerators, to starships, into tiny capsules smaller than one's thumb, no heavier than a mass of Edenite at equivalent size. The engineering applications of removing entire components, temporarily, and rebuilding them when needed are mind-boggling. The produce of an entire agri-world's worth of foodstuff in one year could be transported on someone's personal starship. Starship components themselves could be miniaturized until necessary. He already had a prototype for a macro-laser that could theoretically fit into the hull of a starfighter.

There was also the infinite energy generator, which alone was a humongous boon to energy production. True to its namesake, one generator could provide limitless energy, however hundreds? Millions? That is enough to jumpstart a civilization from Kardashev Level 3 to 4, and this is just them getting warmed up. Suffice to say, Artic is making a name for himself in the engineering world, especially when Vodkana chose him to construct Planet Hailing. As much as he petitioned Vodkana to change the name to literally anything else, she remained adamant for what ever reason. Nevertheless, how many engineers can say they helped construct a megastructure that's a literal planet?

Rather ingenous engineering, if he did say so himself. The entire structure is a construct of networks, pathways, and tunnels that are theoretically accessible to anyone with a high enough security clearance. Everything, from the surface to the very center of the world is accessible, with redundant gravity alternators and support structures to make each level more than structurally stable, and comfortable enough within Vodkana's preferences of having areas of variable gravity. In addition, legions of automated drones tended to the maintenance of the structure, commanded by a single highly sophisticated non-sapient AI, which in turn operated factories and repair facilities for the drones themselves. With infinite energy generators, in theory, this artificial planet could exist forever.

Not a bad portfolio piece, to say the least.

Ever since the Planet Hailing project was completed, he had already gotten offers from Imperial Fragmenters, (governments that have broken off from the Arcosian Empire as a result of Emperor Apfel's dissolution efforts) other governments and interstellar business interests to construct other megastructures. From simple orbital stations, to Bishop Rings, O'neil Cylinders, all the way up to actual Ringworlds. There were multiple requests for Dyson Rings, Swarms, and Spheres, but the Infinite Energy Generator did make such megastructures obsolete, little more than vanity projects. Hypt Academy was not happy to hear their incomplete Matrioshka Brain was now obsolete.

But he had to keep his secrets where ever he could. In this case, his secret came in the modifications of the latest iteration of his suit of power armor. Katchin, how it was forged he still could not imagine as to the best of his knowledge the stuff was still utterly immutable, nevertheless he was thankful to Masala for somehow getting him one. On board was a suite of unique technology. Inertialess drives, heavily modified from Arcosian design allowed a craft as small as a personal suit of armor to achieve 0.99(repeating) c without thrusters or engines or experiencing G-forces, while a miniaturized hyper-light drive, he was essentially wearing his own starship, while a sensor suite of powerful electronics allowed him to make intensely precise jumps with preternatural decision, stopping a jump and reducing his momentum to zero within feet of his intended destination.

Only really useful when your destination is ALSO in the vacuum of space. In atmosphere, it tends to explode very, very violently.

Now if only Apfel wasn't so stingey about teleportation technology...

He appeared in high orbit above earth, stopping his movement on a dime as the hyper-light field around him faded into nothing. Moving more carefully, flames licked harmlessly across his armored form as he moved from low orbit into the upper atmosphere before finally breaking into the troposphere. With re-entry completed, he stopped himself, and with a single thought, deactivated his power armor, vanishing in a quick puff of smoke into a tiny box placed atop the cerebral plug on the back of his neck, leaving only the everlasting white and cerulean Arcosian.

Long time no see. He smiled as he reunited with the growing assembly.

Did the universe meet your expectations, you two? He asked the Referas.

[Sagetim]

Earth: The Shining City

The Board Room was a little bit of a misnomer for anyone who had been in a regular, stodgy office. What Max called a Board Room was more of a very comfortably furnished lounge with a sizable table set up in the center that has a holoprojector installed in the center. Looking like a small gem, it ensured there was maximum space for using the table's surface for whatever else it might be needed for. The seating was, of course, very well cushioned. An arrangement of love seats, sofas, and recliners, all of which had hovering capabilities surreptitiously installed and controls in the arms. The walls to the outside were transparent, seemingly made of a tinted glass, but actually made of a transparent aluminum.

Trying to engage in some damage control, Max cleared his throat at Vodkana's response, "A Prank? No no...noooo, that seems like a bad idea. At least if it can be traced back to me. I'd rather like to not get in trouble for anything like that."

As the group started making it's way in to the board room, Max nodded in greeting to the three that had cheated to get there early. Of course, Max wasn't upset that they were there early, it's a relaxation room not a surprise party.

As Artic flew in, he would have gotten scanned by the defense network on his approached. When it recognized him, he would have had no problems flying past it and in to Earth. Since he's worked with Max before, it doesn't even send him the automated messages that it normally would.

With Artic landing, Max waved him on into the board room with the others, and moved to take a seat. There was, of course, more than enough room for everyone to sit down. After all, the room had been built with everyone in the group, and then some, being able to meet in one place.

[Lord Raziere]

The Shining City:
"Hey Artic! Nice to see you've upgraded your stuff. The galaxy did way more than meet expectations. Whats normal to you....well it was all amazing to us. I think all thats left is Starlight, and then we can actually start sharing the stories."
She says while relaxing on a chair.
"Heh, I remember when The Shenron was where we met for things."

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These two speak in private away from the rest of the villains
“So we're both selfish scumbags out for our own gain over everything else right?” the Meta-Tuffle says to Lagerin.
“Yessss.” he hisses back.
“Cartoonishly evil villains without a selfless bone in our body.”
“Life is not a bad cartoon. Evil is relative.”
“Yes, but we are currently two super-powered people in Hell who have respectively sacrificed homeless people to summon demons and betrayed everyone they knew for a cure and to escape their planet, thwarted by people with morals as close to superheroes as you can get, serving under an egomaniac who is going to pretty much make the Spirit World a fascist dumpster fire in monument to his own self-image. We might as well be supervillains, the way we're going.”
“Good point, but what are getting at?”
“My point is, we both know that Solitus is going to be thwarted. He hypes himself up too much, he denies any possibility of failure, he is a control freak, is simply too wrapped in his own galaxy-sized narcissism to ever make this work long term. Its not a question of if, its question of when. But where will that put us, when he is defeated? Hm? We fight for him, we'll suffer whatever consequences that he will suffer. We don't want to be around when that happens.”
“True, what, your saying your going to escape? Thats obvious, whats your point?”
“My point is that we have a better chance of doing it together. Getting the rulership wouldn't be sustainable for us in the long term either. And if we try to escape separately, its more likely we'll get outnumbered and defeated. We want to get out of the afterlife, we need to find a way to resurrect ourselves. We have better chances of putting our heads together to do this, than alone.”
“A partnership? Yes. Sounds beneficial. But don't these sort of things fall apart the moment one decides to betray the other for their own gain?”
“True, we're going to have to hold off on that impulse. Going it alone isn't going to make us more likely to escape from the Rebel Alliance, whom we BOTH know are the real threat here.”
“But how do we deal with them? They will pursue to put us to justice no matter what we do. Unless we have something that can make them NOT do that.”
“And taking a hostage will just make them really determined to save that hostage.”
“Yes, that would not end well for us.”
“So, what do we do instead?”
“We figure out some way of getting something vital to Solitus's defeat, or convincing them we have something that could help them defeat them and we bargain our way out of the afterlife.”
“We could lie but.....the lie is risky, I think we should find some real way of helping them with that, if we can get some actual way to do that, we will be in a position of power.”
“But what can we POSSIBLY use as a bargaining chip!? We don't have anything here in Hell that they'd want!”
“But perhaps in Heaven, or the Planet of the Kais? All those Shinjin have all these great mystical powers and magic, yes? We find something there, something that could either bring us back to life or give them something they want or need to exchange.”
“Sounds like a plan but....we both know that in order for this to work we need to the hardest thing for people like us: trust each other. And not just fake “until we're no longer of use to each other” trust, but real trust.”
“That WILL be hard....”
"But we need to do it, because once Solitus takes over Heaven and we have the most freedom to act, it will be only a matter of time before SOMEONE comes to put us back here. Getting back to life will be a race against the clock, and when times up? all of what we we're working for will be for nothing."
And so they begin their paradoxical quest to trust each other for their selfish gains.

[igordragonian]

Shining City-Confrence Room]

Vodkana sighed. "You COULD at leasrlt try. Nya. I am recieving complaints om daily basis:'Tere no chance cool troll like jer write a books! Jeez! Are you thay desprate for money? Just make a feature film already!" Vodkana sighed. 'All you have to do, is to let me record yourself, saying you were the one to write the book, and reading the book will turn them awesome as you are. Nya!"

Vodkana placed the food on the table
'Artic-Chan!!! Nya!" She smothered him into a hug.
"Running of me, to serve my rivals! Nya!" Of course, she knew tbat for now, no one could rival H.E.C.
She gasped, and hurried to sit as well. "I need to hear this story! In details! Nya!"

Prince Fuzzy and Princess Puffy has entered.
"Tarasai, you look bishi as ever!!!' The princess gasped.
She dressed up, in slitted Victorian dress with spiked club tied tk her back, and already started to giggle and circle Tarasai.
Prince Puffy gasped as well. 'Goddess Masala turned into the most goregouse woman in the world!" He slidden to Masala's sit, kneeling and offering a rose.

[Lord Raziere]

The Shining City:
"Hm. Tell you what, Vodkana, I'll do something commercially, but only on the condition that you sing this:"
She conjures and hands Vodkana a piece of paper with the entire meow mix lyrics song on it and notes showing the melody. Beryl grips at a camera in her pocket ready to record it.

Masala accepts the rose and eats it, then pats him on the head.
"Thank you! Roses are always a good snack. Your a real flatterer aren't you Little Puff?
Well, while ladies love compliments, just remember they don't guarantee anything. Nothing is set in stone,
so if a lady doesn't love you the same way back, be considerate and don't bother her! Find someone who will truly return what you give in equal amounts."
Tarasai blinks
"I suppose that is a fact, yes."
he says to Fuzzy.

Humans and Saiyans:
Let us compare these two for a moment.

The Human: Yankar
Let us first look at Yankar. He just got done going through the movements. He just had to test it out to see if it would defeat super saiyans. His great technique, that he worked for ten years on, using all the knowledge he could to research into the proper avenues. If his theory was correct, this technique would lead to his victory.

To Yankar, fighting is what he is dedicated to. As a human, he had to remake himself, mind, body and soul to become the fighter he is today, to the point of obsession. To get where he is today, he had to make himself that way, he had to train every waking moment of every day to hone his technique and mindset to its very peak. He is, the way he is because he chose it, to the exclusion of all else. Yet despite it all, Yankar has no biological drive telling him to fight. This is all purely his choice and like any human it is possible for him to get tired, or change his mind and do something else, no matter stubborn he is about it. Its not likely, but its possible. Because despite all the attempts of this human to act like it, he is not a saiyan. The most strongest willed human, the most dedicated to fighting person ever, the most obsessed martial artist, no matter how much they try, they can never feel the fighting drive of a saiyan. This doesn't have any impact upon whether they can be a great warrior, but it does impact the likelihood. Yankar is a human that acts saiyan-ish, much like Blizzan is an Arcosian that acts saiyan-ish. But neither are saiyans and do not feel what a saiyan feels when they want to fight.

He senses the others and begins walking towards them, silent and serious as always. He was going to defeat a Super Saiyan. No matter what.

The Saiyan, Pinappla:
In comparison, let us observe Pinappla: She is sixteen, with a variety of interests such as playing digital card games, following the news and videos of her idol Jade Refera online, writing fan fiction, watching action movies, going out to restaurants to try special and exotic dishes, and reading webcomics. She is nervous, not good at socializing among saiyans and weak-willed and thus unattractive to the saiyans around her. Her room is spartan: Her bed is hard and without any form of comfort whatsoever, her only clothes are her saiyan armor that she must wash every day, and a Plant-Pad for all her computer needs, and a single punching bag over there in the corner she has named Punchbag-Kun. She does not live up to their warrior ideal, despite being tough enough to barely survive duel after duel. She is not dedicated to fighting, she is not obsessed with fighting and she is certainly not the best at it.

Despite all this, Pinappla must fight. She feels her very instincts, her blood constantly telling her: FIGHT! It is not something she can control. It is simply an urge that has been there since the day she was born, something deeper and more intrinsic to her being than any conscious thought. Such an urge is just as strong as the urge to mate, and neither of them can be truly satisfied. She could be the most demure and peaceful saiyan ever and she would still have the urge to fight, the carnal desire to punch someone in the face and feel her fists pounding against something. This leads to saiyans to viewing fighting as just as important as mating, and finding a rival as its own form of love. For normal saiyans the two urges of mating and fighting are on separate biological rhythms and they can healthily satisfy one without worrying about the other through having a mate and a rival.

Unfortunate saiyans however have these urges rise and fall at the same time, overwhelming them with mixed signals to both mate and fight at the same time, thus urging them to find someone who shares this mixed urge to be both their rival and mate, or to find creative ways to satisfy themselves. The topic of the saiyans fighting urge, or Fighting Spirit as they call it, is as complex as any such instinctual urge, with many variations upon this basic concept. There are even rare saiyans who are the fighting equivalent of asexual. Goku himself is a good example of a saiyan whose fighting instincts make him go through numerous sparring partners and rivals without ever settling down on one, sort of like a fighting nymphomaniac.

This Fighting Spirit will always be in Pinappla. It is a simple immutable fact of her biology. She can ignore it or resist for a time true, but it needs to be addressed at some point. Poor Punchbag-Kun, he endures her beatings admirably every day. However anyone can tell that poor, sweet, precious Punchbag-Kun is not long for this world and will soon be destroyed from her ever increasing strength. The kindly swinging bag himself says to Pinappla to forget about him and go forth and find a rival to take her punches, she cannot use him forever. She bids him farewell with a tear in her eye.

Thus despite her characteristics as a person, she goes out and fights, not out of any conscious desire but because her body demands it like any other natural process. This urge, this drive and the Zenkai boosts she gets from it are what has made her strong enough to be a warrior at all at this age despite lacking skill to use it effectively. Thus differences between humans and saiyans are obvious:
Yankar has to obsessively dedicate his entire life just to emulate the battle-loving mindset in whatever form he can to become stronger and thus win. Pinappla just fights as apart of her natural normal routine and sees no reason why not, even if she is considered unattractive as either mate or rival and constantly loses spars.

She has seen Vegeta's speech. She knows he intends to find Jade Refera, her idol. She must find a way for her to come on this trip. Pinappla will meet her. No matter what.

[igordragonian]

]Vodkana gasped. "I didn't knew, you are reading ancient Nyagatoian. It's actually an ancient poem, about the first Chef, who bravely-" she blinked.
"nya? We are recording? Ok... let's start!"
The Poem Of The Nyagato Who Have Discovered Cooking

Puffy fell with hearts in his eyes, not actually listening.
Fuzzy giggled"I like your confidence.. it's so.. ehh godly!"


Where their father to hold them down from nagging the gods?


[Minute Ago][Shining City]

"Umph!" Fenrir grunted as he landed from another great leap, causing earthshake and huge hole in the middle of the road, venchils were turned over, and few windows.got broken.
Puffy and Fuzzu landed and sighed with unison. "We told you, that you could simply fly.'
Fenrir whined with canine embaresment. "Yes.. it's... was stupid in the hindsight."
Puffy anr Fuzzy;:"We'l just pay Max later. We don't want to be late."

Fenrir growled. 'No! I shall take responsibility for my sins in person!" And started to fix venchils of terrified citizens, and planned how to fill the hole.

Puffy and Fuzzy shrugged and flew away.

[Lord Raziere]

Shining City
"Hrm. Thats not the meow mix we were expecting, but I think it works for our purposes"
Beryl records and posts the video on Startube and Godtube with the song they wanted edited in.
Astralys comments out of nowhere.
"Huh, what a strange connection."

In Hell:
Kurumo's godpad suddenly beeps and he pulls it out to see this very video blaring the music. He glares at it, not a single trace of a smile on his face, he is a Serious Shinjin with Serious Responsibilities. This nonsense is beneath him he thinks, his expression utterly devoid of humor or joy. Solitus says in disgust
"By Me, What Is That Beast Singing? Get Rid Of It Now."
"With pleasure, my lord."
Kurumo says shutting it off immediately.

Deglargo Industries:
The CEO of Deglargo Industries is listening to this very video with a greedy grin upon his face.
"I like this jingle, real catchy, maybe I should make a catchy tune for my own products, then it'll sell like wildfire in a forest."
The CEO was a brenchite, older man, blue of skin, white of hair. Then comes in the hotshot young Executive, red skinned, haired. The CEO had hired him on because he liked his gumption, real-hard-hitter this one. Full of new ideas to turn peoples hopes and dreams into raditzes in their wallets and bank accounts. The Young Exec gave him confidence that this company will be rolling in it.
“So whats the report on that project, sport?” the CEO asks
“Good news the programmings working, the weapons are all ready, sure they aren't fully developed and the mass-produced ones will probably need further refining and tuning, but the prototypes are good enough proof of concept. Planets will be scrambling to buy these. We'll make a killing in raditzes. Just bam, straight off the graph, sir.”
“Your a great go-getter son, but I need details. Hard details to make this certain! The status of the blueprints?”
“Still kept locked tight. Won't be going anywhere.”
“Good. Now you seem to have made six or seven prototypes total, right?”
“Seven yes, but only six are functional sir.”
“Why is that?” the CEO asks
“Well the six that are functional are based on the blueprints we have with only a few modifications to make them more effective. The seventh is our attempt at making one purely from scratch using local high quality materials. We didn't anticipate how the different parts would clash against one another and most days the seventh just outright fails to work. When it does work, the seventh performs completely differently from the rest even if its just as effective. We might have to make an eighth someday that stabilizes the design of the seventh by using the better parts from the blueprints.”
“Ah. Shame.” the CEO frowns.
“Either that, or we start experimenting with which parts to add together that will combine to work. We have a massive pool of resources to work with on that though so there is a lot of possibilities out there for new models.” the Exec says back.
“True, gathering them itself is kind of high-risk high-reward though is it not?” The CEO questions.
"You betcha boss, have to be careful. More and more we're seeing strange investigators snooping around our resource procurement sites. Don't know where they're from, none of them are on any records. They're definitely foreign." the Exec explains.
"Well, don't attract their attention, no unnecessary risks. We're on something big. and now that Mr. Ox holds the majority of our stocks, we can't let him down, whoever he is."
"Rightey-o, sir. Well, I'll have to go talk with our marketing department, see how we can spin this right."
"Go, and make me proud. I have a good feeling about this project sport. We pull this off and we'll make Hailing look like a small time restaurant in the face of our multinational fast food franchise."
"Thats for sure." The Exec says with a chuckle as he exits.

[Emperor Ing]

Oof, hello to you too. Artic awkwardly squirmed as he was set upon by the aspiring God of Destruction.

Give it a few years Jade, we'll be meeting on the surface of Dyson Rings before you know it. Say...you know a planet is extremely inefficient, in terms of living space,
yes? He gave the Referas a mischievous grin. What if I hollowed out the Earth, filled it with tech to generate gravity, the magnetosphere, geothermals,
the works, and used the excess material to build habitats-no. A hab-ring around the Earth! I've been making some prototypes for what I call Artic Rings, and I think they're the future in living space! As enthusiastic as he sounds about it, he's clearly trying to get a rise out of the Referas, as he knows how strongly they'd be against any earth-hollowings, no matter how inoccuous he may or may not be able to make it to life on Earth.