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          THIS PAIN WAS PROBABLY- NO , DEFINITELY THE worst pain he had ever felt in his life. his lower back still burned from the sensation of where his tail had been cut off. his entire body, having been crushed violently by giant feet and paws made every single nerve and muscle in his body scream in a deafening cacophony of pain that was only eased by the amount of morphine pumped into his body that was certainly enough to knock out an dinosaur. the doctors had been surprised by just how much his body could even take- and suppose he had his saiyan side to thank for that.

          SAIYANS . RADITZ , NAPPA , VEGETA . THE ENTIRE cause of this whole situation. part of him still wondered if letting vegeta even go was the right choice, but even through all the desperation and pain, he couldn't help but think about just how much fun the fight had been! and that was the worst part, that he thought it was fun. the scene he had arrived to because of his lateness- chiaotzu long since nothing but ashes in the wind. yamcha with a hole in his stomach and burnt to a crisp. piccolo completely singed while his four year old son wailed in agony over his body. tien, four arms sprawled out and the palms of his hands almost completely charred off.

          SURPRISE FROM RADITZ STILL BEING ALIVE . his explanation. nappa's corpse. teaming up against vegeta. kaioken. the loss of his tail. the artificial moon. both vegeta and raditz turning into oozaru and fighting.

oozaru. oozaru. oozaru.

          SON GOKU SHUT HIS EYES IN A MIX OF SADNESS and frustration. that is what numbed the pain the most to make way for the pain in his chest. the oozaru. the realization came to him on the battlefield, at the worst of times, but it was only hitting him now truly. he sees those monstrous, ape faces. their deafening roars rattling his brain. the sound of his heart in ears at the knowledge that meant he could do that too. he saw himself. he saw his grandpa. he saw a giant footprint in the ground next to his home. he saw his grandfather's mangled corpse. he saw himself again, a monster. he saw bulma and gohan in fear. he saw-

          AT THE SOUND OF HIS NAME , GOKU QUICKLY SAT up in his bed, an uncharacteristic amount alarm on his features until it calmed as quickly as it came, finding his barings again as he saw his wife leaned over next to him. he blinked slowly, before looking away from her and out the window- the shine of the half moon the only thing visible in the city skyline. he wasn't fine, that was clear right ? and for once, he didn't really feel like lying to say that he was.

He smiles as he returned to this timeline. It must have been..possibly a year or two since he’s last been here after the Zamasu incident. Though, this was the first time he’s actually come here on a rather casual occasion so he was indeed quite nervous as he slowly approached his mother. “Umm, hello mother.” He was a little bashful..after all, it had been AGES for him since he’s spoken to any incarnation of his mother. “I hope this isn’t a bad time.”

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@age733 sent: AMBUSH :  for both characters to come under attack by the same enemy. @ zarbon, intergalactic conflict is crazy idk

Time was a delicate and intricate construct. One that was never meant to be tampered with-- let alone 'patrolled', or used for personal vacations. And most certainly not for the purpose of retrieving an earlier version of one's despotic overlord.

But none of that had mattered (until now), because Zarbon was above consequences (until now).

The prospect of anything negative arising during their mission never had a chance to take root in his mind. After all, his thoughts were invariably preoccupied with himself and his own striking appearance, leaving little room for such trivial concerns.

Yet, even for the beautiful, blissful ignorance had its limits before it became... Just regular old ignorance.

He and Dodoria had been tracked down to this tranquil vacation haven called Earth-- a significant problem. Someone was aware of their true purpose for being here.

There's a bit of silent contemplation on how forthright she wishes to be on the matters of her sudden departure, and what exactly was going through her head at the time. As soon as the possibility of opening up internally comes up, she's quick to shut it down.

"Had to go my own way for a bit. I could only stand stayin' at that old pervert's place for so long, seein' how shootin' him never seemed to work." She says with a shrug as if she hadn't simply disappeared for literal years without any warning, or that she did end up ditching the convenience of an island home for just hitting the road. But the latter was surely much more reasonable than the former. Either way, if they were going to have this unexpected reunion, Launch figured that she might as well ask something that she had just remembered. A rumor she had heard around, but one she never did too much digging for. Until now, that is.

It took him a bit longer than he thought but finishing this little quest felt like a good job to him and Bulma's reaction proved it clearly. His favorite... aunt? Either way! He'd happily express his bit of joy. "Of course Bulma, it was no big deal really."