>>46234416
>I trust Bulma and Risel, get some rest
>No offense but I doubt he'd tell us if we asked

>>46234416
>I trust Bulma and Risel, get some rest

>>46234416
>I trust Bulma and Risel, get some rest
>No offense but I doubt he'd tell us if we asked

>Bulma, getting rest also apply to you. We're going to take a nap, then take the day off, if that's ok with you. Is it ok?

>>46234716

Bulma needs more free time.

>>46234735

She's been working herself to the bones for months.

You shake your head, "I trust Bulma and Risel. Besides, no offence, but I doubt your father would we willing to tell us if we asked."

Tarble purses his lips, "Well... he'd be more reasonable than my brother, but there's also a chance he'd just start mocking me relentlessly for being, well, me."

You punch him in the shoulder, "Hey, you're stronger than that asshole ever was. Don't let thinking about what a dead person would say get you down, got it?"

He frowns, but nods, "Perhaps my mother, maybe she'd know. She was, by all records, unusually bright for a Saiyan." You raise your eyebrows, "Yes, she was the one who invented Saibamen, actually."

Huh, never knew that. "Well, if there's someone to ask, she sounds like the one. but first you need to rest up. Your body needs to recuperate after something like that."

He nods, shuffling off towards the house, still letting his tail hang loose behind him as he walks.

Looking at the clock, Videl should be here in an hour for her own training session.

"Speaking of," Bulma calls over, "I still haven't met the in-laws." You set the older texts down, moving to sit with her. "There a reason for that?"

>Not really, wanna head there now? Videl can handle training alone
>Tonight, after dinner
>Some other day, celebration for finishing 16
>Write in

Hi Chuckles! How are you?

>>46235049
>>Tonight, after dinner

>>46235056
I'm alright, stayed up too late doing the other thing on anonkun, but I've had caffeine, so it'll be fine

>>46235049

>"My dad's a Saiyan supremacist. I'm not ashamed or anything, but I don't know how to talk to him after so long without having to beat him up after he blows a fuse."

>"As for my mom, well, I think she'd like meeting you too, but isn't there's some kind of cooldown time between Baba's sorcery or something like that?"

>"It would make things simpler if we could just go to the afterlife without dying..."


Afterlife adventure? Afterlife adventure with Bulma sounds good.

>>46235196

We could become bro with King Yemma and meet King Kai at last.

Those two really needs training, too.

>>46235049
>Tonight, after dinner

>>46235049
>Tonight, after dinner

Also this: >>46235196

Caring Saiyan parents =/= the same thing as caring human parents. Though I suppose Kabu's dad might be willing to let it slide after he learns that Kabu became a Super Saiyan and beat up a lot of strong people.

>>46235092

It's 4:20 AM here and I haven't slept during the last 21 hours.

>>46235348

Bulma's no slouch either. She did kill Paragus, after all.

>>46235378

Also true.

I suppose Kabu would just need to talk it out with her dad. Or go sparring for a few rounds, at the very least.

>>46235257
>>46235348
>>46235073

If the summoned souls are around for 24hours, wouldn't it be better to have them in the morning, not late in the night?

>>46235435

It could just be a minor summoning or something? Baba can conjure up spirits of the dead without using the 24-hour version, can't she?

>>46235490

I don't think she can.

>Kabu has to take a desk job in HIFL to atton for her evil actions

>tfw Bulma sees Kamu in a proper suit for the first time

>>46235599
>Kabu in a suit
>tie, tailored vest and suit
That suit would last all of a few moments while pictures were taken and Kabu made to pose before it gets ripped off.

>>46235049
>Write in
Tomorrow, and include the whole warning about the parents from >>46235196

>>46235794

Eh, Kabu takes care of the gifts Bulma makes her.

>>46235049
>Tonight, after dinner
>Dad's a jerk, but maybe seeing his daughter is the legendary super saiyan will shake him up. You'd like mom.

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You shrug, "We'll head out there tonight, after dinner... just be warned though. Dad's a Saiyan supremacist. I'm not ashamed of him or anything, but I'm not sure if he'll be able to stop himself from blowing a gasket."

Bulma considers that for a moment, before reaching into a desk drawer, whipping out the patrolman's pistol you gave her back on Namek, spinning it around her finger. "If he gets uppity, I can look after myself."

Not even sure that'll work on ghosts. "Well, either way... Mom might be cool with you though... but doesn't Baba have some kind of cool down period on her powers?"

Your wife just shrugs, "Hell if I know, but if we're going out after dinner, we probably don't need the whole day. Just... I dunno, an hour, two?"

That works. "Alright, see you at dinner." You wink, stepping out when you sense Videl coming.

She's coming along decently, she's stopped pushing herself to breaking point every session, but she's seemed... distracted lately.

The third time an easy blast sneaks under her guard, you call it quits, "Videl, what's wrong?"

She pants for a few moments, wiping her face off. "N-nothing." She shakes her head violently.

You float down in front of her, tilting her head up, her hair grown out long enough that she's put them in low pigtails. "Videl?" You repeat.

She purses her lips a moment, before, "Ever since we beat up that demon guy, nobody will leave me alone. Reporters are following me everywhere and junk." She scratches the back of her head, "I gave them the slip on the way here, but they're showing up at school and stuff. Keep saying I'm the hero of the earth, and killed him single handed."

"They... mom got a letter in the mail, saying the king wants to rename Orange Star City... into Videl City." She gets a pink tinge to her cheeks, "It doesn't feel right."

>Well, you can always give me the credit
>Next time you see reporters, give me a call, I'll scare 'em good
>Good for you kid, roll with it
>Write in

>>46235840
>>Well, you can always give me the credit. Or everyone else that helped. We can all do it.

>>46235889
+1

>>46235840
>Write in
You can set the record straight and say that it was a team effort.

>>46235840

Pretty much these: >>46235889
>>46236059

She could also personally request a favor from the King and get him to get the media to lay off until Videl is ready.

You ruffle her hair, watching her get a little annoyed and flatten it down when you're done. "Just try and get it through that it was a team effort, alright?"

She frowns deeper. "I tried, but they really don't wanna believe me... Dad's home, and any time I say that, he just says I'm being modest, trying to make everyone else look good." Her blush deepens a little, "Then all the reporters go 'awww' and try to get more pictures."

Hmm. "If the king owes you one, you could try and ask him? See if he can order the reporters to leave you alone?"

Videl sighs, "And you think that'd stop them? No offence Mrs Briefs, but they're reporters. I've been around them enough with dad to know that nothing can stop them getting a scoop if they want it."

Not entirely true. "I hid your father's... escapades when I took him to train with Korin." You point out, "This guy was taking pictures of him on the lawn, but I crushed his camera, said if he bothered you again I'd do the same to his b-" You pause, "His-"

"I know about that stuff." Videl sighs. "We're learning about it in school now." She makes a face of disgust, sticking her tongue out. "Boys are gross." She pouts, running her hand through her hair. "I just... I dunno. I'll try to convince them again, but I don't know how to get through to them." She squats, "And, on top of all that, I'm trying to help Kuri talk about his dad, and that just bums me out every time I talk to him, and-" She lets out a long sigh, "I dunno."

>Videl, you're working yourself raw, take some time for you. Just shut everyone out for a while
>How's Kuriza holding up?
>You know what'll clear your head? Training harder. You wanted to beat Gohan, right?
>Write in

>>46236581
>>Videl, you're working yourself raw, take some time for you. Just shut everyone out for a while

>>And yes boys are gross.

Laugh a bit at the last part

>>46236581
>Videl, you're working yourself raw, take some time for you. Just shut everyone out for a while
>How's Kuriza holding up?

Kuriza has some good friends, but I wonder if he has to resolve his troubles with his family before he can move on?

>>46236622
Second.

>>46236581
>How's Kuriza holding up?
>Videl, you're working yourself raw, take some time for you. Just shut everyone out for a while, tell them you need some time to yourself. I'll talk with Kuriza.

>>46236581
>How's Kuriza holding up?
>You know what'll clear your head? Training harder. You wanted to beat Gohan, right?
Would undergoing gene therapy to get Saiyan DNA give her access to super Saiyan?

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>>46236826
So would prolonged exposure to Saiyan genetic material

>>46236826

Hmm, maybe we should wish for Dr Gero to be reborn as a good person.

Though he'd probably end up being some sort of bioengineer or geneticist who cures cancer and Alzheimer's instead of making mega men or biodroids.

>>46236990
So, technically, Bulma could go SSJ at some point Chuckles? And technically Chi-chi should be able to as well.

>>46236990
Kek, Bad Chuckles. Bad.

>>46237030
>who cures cancer and Alzheimer's
You mean the things already cured by galactic medicine?
We really should be trying to get some teaching materials and equipment from the nearest Space-Mart so that Bulma doesn't have to struggle with backwoods tech.
Earth is essentially Space-DR Congo; go a few systems over and there's working hospitals, high speed internet, and KFC's.

>>46237135
>Please don't feed the humans
>SIR DO NOT CLIMB OVER THE FENCE!
>Oh his dead, Well children this is why you don't go into the jungle unprepared.

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You squat down with her, "Videl, look, you're working yourself raw trying to deal with everything. You're what? Eleven?"

"Twelve soon." She groans.

"Exactly, so, here's what I want you to do. Fake that your sick to your mom, shut yourself up in your room for a few days, relax, do your nails, play some video games, whatever." You prod your finger into her chest, "Just take some time for you, okay?"

She brushes her hair out of her eyes, nodding along. "Yeah, I guess I can do that." She groans. "I've got some friends that can drop my homework off for me."

Attagirl. "Now, you wanna talk about how Kuri's doing?"

She shakes her head, "Sorry, but he wants it kept secret. Only me and Dende are supposed to know... maybe Kami, but it's not like I ever talk to him."

Damn, "Well, you should go talk to Kami then. You're mature, but you shouldn't have to deal with Kuriza unloading on you, without someone to help you cope. Okay?"

She nods, popping back up to her full height. She's gonna hit her growth spurt soon, humans do about this age. That'll be weird.

"Take some time to be a kid, before it's over." You advise, "Go buy a bunch of candy on the way home. My orders."

She smiles, snapping a sloppy salute, "Thanks Kabuya." She grins, as you lead the way out. "Seeya next week?"

"Same time, same place." You assure her, watching her take off, before heading inside for dinner.

Your stomach full, Bulma grabs Bra, "We're gonna go meet the other grandparents now sweetie." She coos excitedly.

>Ask Bulma's parents if they wanna come.
>Swing by Kurizas, see if he wants to come. He's family now.
>Just the three of you
>Write in

>>46237249
>Just the three of you

>>46237249
>Just the three of you

You never have parents meeting parents right away, its bad.

>>46237249
>Just the three of you

>>46237249
>>Just the three of you

>>46237249
>Just the three of you
Eh, Kuriza would be a big shock to him. Rather not make the little guy feel worse.

>>46237249
>Just the three of you

You toss the jet out for them, flying alongside to keep pace, Bulma revving the engines and making a race of it, twisting and rolling through the air.

She's having fun, alright, let's make a race of it.

You jet ahead, but she pulls up even, playfully tapping the tip of one wing against your shoulder, before boosting on.

Alright, time to pull out the stops. You course forwards, pulling up a good thirty seconds ahead of Bulma as you touch down over the desert, Baba's palace lit up like a beacon.

That pink ghost thing floats out, while Bulma lands, jumping out. "Here to see my parents." You tell the creature.

"Which one?" It squeaks in response, tipping it's hat merrily.

You glance at the other two. "I wouldn't mind giving your dad an earful." Bulma shrugs.

"I wanna see grandma!" Bra cuts in, clapping her hands excitedly.

Hmm, seems you've got the tie breaking vote

>Mom
>Dad
>Other

>>46237728
>Mom

>>46237728
>Mom
So, any chance one of our parents is going to mistake our short, neon-haired, noncombatant science waifu for a tuffle?

>>46237728
Have Bulma and Bra play Janken to settle this dispute!

Meanwhile...did Kabs have any siblings or another other relatives beyond her parents that she liked?

>>46237728
>Mom
>I'll take the challenge this time.

>>46237728
>mom

>>46237777
Pretty the mother is gonna nerd off against our Bulma.

>>46237728
Dad

>>46237833
When we met our mom, she wasn't much interested in science.

>>46237984
then my drunk ass mis-read something in this line.

>>46238105
It's Tarble's mom that was a scientist. She created the Saibamen.
Our mom was just a good foot soldier.

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You shrug to Bulma, "Another time?"

She pouts, but rolls with it, "I guess. Not like Baba's going anywhere."

That's the spirit... heh. "I'd like to see my mother please." You tell the ghost, "And I'll take the tournament challenge."

It nods, showing through to a small ring, Baba watching over it from her crystal ball, as Spike and his monster friends shamble out, looking dead tired.

Bra takes the three monsters, after some assurance she'll be fine, the water spirit, mummy, vampire and werewolf all going down in seconds, even when she waves all four to attack her at once.

"I don't look forward to her next tantrum." Bulma groans, as Bra tosses all four out of bounds with ease, before you tag in to fight Spike.

He smiles nervously, "Good to see you again, Kabuya." He nods, "Care to see the little trick I've been working on?" He asks. "I just so happened to retrieve this from dear Ozotto's corpse." He holds out a shiny ball, made out of something pure black, and when I stick it in my mouth..." He tosses it up, catching it with his tongue.

His muscles bulk out, his costume changing in colour and skulls bursting out around his neck, his power level rising higher and higher.

"And, as a plus, it tastes like liquorice." He adds, rolling the ball around between his teeth.

Huh.

>Punch him in the jaw, make him spit it back up
>Put him through his paces, see what he's got
>Well if he's gonna transform, go Super Saiyan
>Write in

>>46238216
>>Put him through his paces, see what he's got

>>46238216
>Put him through his paces, see what he's got
>Writein
Don't be nasty, try for an out of bounds win instead of pummeling him.

>dead tired
"We catch you at a bad time, Spike? Did you just finish up a training session?"

>>46238216
>Put him through his paces, see what he's got

>>46238216
>>46238279
This.

>>46238216
>Write in
"If you going to use that, don't blow me up with the Devilmite Beam will ya? I'd rather not them waste a wish on me. Also don't talk with your mouth full. Your setting a bad example for Bra."

>>46238320
>Also don't talk with your mouth full. Your setting a bad example for Bra."
AHAHAHAHHA we're a fucking Saiyan we do it all the time anon.

>>46238320
He's not going to be a jerk about the Beam, plus that takes a ton of time for him to charge, he knows we'd take advantage of it and beat the shit out of him.

>>46238396
Not him, but I think that's the joke.

>>46238401
Unless he's been training to make the move faster and his new mode means he doesn't need to charge as fast.

>>46238396
Do as I say, not as I do.

>>46238464
As much as I can see him getting down to 5-10 seconds instead of 5 minutes, we could still rip him a new one in that time.

alrighty, roll me a d2500+160

Rolled 2063 + 160 (1d2500 + 160)

>>46238487

Rolled 1774 + 160 (1d2500 + 160)

>>46238487

Rolled 281 + 160 (1d2500 + 160)

>>46238487

Rolled 420 + 160 (1d2500 + 160)

>>46238487
Is this a gains roll or a fight roll?

Rolled 109, 39, 79, 50, 147, 81, 27, 5, 126, 31, 60, 66, 104, 132, 75, 80, 55, 137, 138, 24, 53, 85, 87, 84, 74 = 1948 (25d160)

>>46238487
>>46238602

this is me, forget the fucking roll

>>46238612
...Do you need help anon?

>>46238602
>>46238612
It's dice+(insert dice here without the parethesis)

Rolled 70, 35, 118, 13, 106, 69, 111, 6, 22, 117, 41, 68, 42, 148, 129, 18, 26, 146, 115, 62, 81, 45, 6, 136, 145 = 1875 (25d160)

>>46238625
>>46238622
I'm fine over here, I swear.

Rolled 1423 + 160 (1d2500 + 160)

>>46238487

>>46238641
You don't look fine.

Maybe just...lay off the rolling until you figure it out.

>>46238641
Anon, there's probably something missing in the options field.

>>46238670
>>46238653
I think i'm just gone. I was able to roll earlier today.

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Alright, let's see what he's got!

You charge forwards, ducking left as he blasts the ring in front of your feet, cracking an elbow into his back as you shoot past.

He stumbles, but turns it into a front flip, using it to vault away from you, "Kamehameha!" He fires off the blue beam quickly, but something's different.

He points at the beam as it flies, before splaying his hand wide open, the beam splintering into six sections, all of which go haywire and start storming around the ring, creating a hailstorm of energy.

You duck around them, batting a blast aside, before he points at the ground under your feet.

The rock shunts upwards roughly, tossing you high into the air, a trident whistling inches from your face, hurled roughly by Spike.

You catch yourself, grinning a little, your adrenaline pumping, as you look back down. "Not bad Sp-"

Several more tridents are already flying at you in a flurry. You raise your arms, protecting your face as they slash past you, bursting out of existence as you try to lunge at one and catch it.

"Come on Kabuya! Kick his ass!" Bulma calls up at you.

Right. Right...

You feint left, leaving an afterimage, dropping like a stone, hitting the ground and kicking off, heading right for Spike.

He figures out your plan a second too late, looking down as you're about to headbutt him.

He digs his heels into the floor, grabbing your head on either side and doing his best to slow down as you both skid backwards a few feet.

He's strong, stronger than you'd expected. "My, my, I'm stronger than I'd thought." Spike notes, sounding amused before he lifts your face, inhaling a huge amount of air and-

You duck, dodging the burst of flame he was about to blast in your face, a kick to his gut launching Spike skywards now.

"Come now, Spike!" Baba calls. "Impress me with what you've got!"

He glances over at her, before nodding.

"Demonic Diebuster!" He cries, a swirling red beam shooting down at you.

>Dodge it and rush him
>Kabuya Kannon, you can beat that thing
>Time to transform
>Write in

>>46238789
>Dodge it and rush him
>Be prepared for weird splitting bullshit like with the last attack.

>>46238789
>Let's stop playing around now Spike!
>Time to transform

>>46238789
>Kabuya Kannon, you can beat that thing
>Time to transform

>>46238789
Teleport behind him and kick him into his own attack.

>>46238857
We can't teleport idiot.

>>46238789
>>Kabuya Kannon, you can beat that thing
>>Time to transform

>>46238878
After-image behind him then.

Jeez.

High-speed movement is just really long to say.

You don't gotta be rude anon.

>>46238857
It's Afterimage. We don't have a skill for teleportation.

>>46238789
alright

d3000+800

>>46239003
I CAN DO IT THIS TIME I SWEAR!

Rolled 2054 + 800 (1d3000 + 800)

>>46239003

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Rolled 1884 + 800 (1d3000 + 800)

>>46239003
kick his ass Kabs!

...picture unrelated but really funny.

>>46239034
No you can't.

Rolled 1941 + 800 (1d3000 + 800)

>>46239003
I'm sorry chuckles, I don't mean to be stupid.

Rolled 1861 + 800 (1d3000 + 800)

>>46239003

Rolled 1938 + 800 (1d3000 + 800)

>>46239003

>>46239103
That wasn't that person, and I'm not sure. Possibly being dead-tired had something to do with it.

You can do this!

"Kabuya-" You let your power flare, golden energy creeping around you, "KANNON!"

The red beam meets your swirling purple one, colliding in air between you.

They push each other back and forth, Spike clearly intent on throwing his all into this one attack, while you push right back, the tournament grounds under your feet cracking.

The monsters cheer on Spike, your family cheers you on, as you wage your short war against each other. You slip back a few inches, forced back a moment, before you double down, hurling everything at Spike in one last push.

His attack wavers, Spike giving it one last desperate shove against yours, before yours wins, blasting his own attack back at him, and blasting him straight up into the sky, little more than a twinkle for a moment.... before he comes crashing back down.

He slams into the ground outside the arena, his face embedded in the roof of Baba's Palace, you fly up to tug him loose.

"Well done, dear girl, well done." He tries to play it off suave, sounding concussed.

"Cheers Spike. Go see Korin for a Senzu." He spits his black ball out, shrinking back to normal with a groan.

"I think I shall. See you around." He rights himself, flying off into the night, Baba already working on shaping a spirit cloud.

You touch down beside Bulma, who shoots you a nervous smile, as Mom is moulded into shape.

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The woman gives you a look up and down, blinking her brain back into working order. "Kabuya." She nods, before looking to Bulma, "And this is your wife? One of those... what'd you call them? Long pigs?"

"Mom..." You groan.

She laughs, waving you off, "Relax. She's a.... hyuman, right?" She punches herself in the side of the head, "Memories there, just a little fuzzy is all."

"Human." Bulma assures, stepping forward and holding a hand out, "Nice to meet you ma'am."

Mom tilts her head, looking at Bulma's hair. "Kabs says your smart... and that's an interesting hair colour... You sure you're fully human?"

To your surprise, Bulma laughs, "What, you're thinking I'm part Tuffle, aren't you?" She shakes her head, "I read up on them, a few years back, I can assure you, I'm not."

Mom looks a bit closer, prodding at Bulma's arm for a moment, "Well... if you say so." She claps Bulma on the arm, "Welcome to the family I guess. Judging from my grand daughter, you've made quite the impressive breeding partner."

"Wife, mother." You cut in. "She prefers wife."

Mom laughs, "Yes, yes. So, something else you wanted while I'm here? Or you just want me to meet Big N Blue?"

>Just some family time
>Mind teaching me that shotgun blast attack?
>You ever learn how to read Ancient Saiyan?
>Write in

>>46239288
>You ever learn how to read Ancient Saiyan?
>Just some family time

>>46239288
>>You ever learn how to read Ancient Saiyan?
>Write in
"Your move came in real handy, I was wondering if you had any other tricks up your sleeve?"

>>46239288
>You ever learn how to read Ancient Saiyan?

>>46239288
>Just some family time
>You ever learn how to read Ancient Saiyan?

Even if she doesn't know, doesn't hurt to spend some quality time with momma.

>>46239376
Wrong thread, wrong board, fuck off back to /pol/ or whatever hole you crawled out of.

>>46239376
...The fuck.

Wrong thread anon.

>>46239376
If you want to have a good time, jine the cavalry, jine the cavalry, jine the cavalry.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XquoxxcHmdc [Embed]

>>46239288
>You ever learn how to read Ancient Saiyan?

>>46239288
Show off our tail ring to Mama!

>>46239391
>>46239392
Oh great hes' back, There was this one retard who went to every thread and posted this a while ago, Just report him and move on.

>>46239391
>>46239392
>>46239397
ignore and report, its stale pasta

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Well, there's a chance she might have... "You ever learn how to read Ancient Saiyan?" You ask.

She shakes her head, "Can't say I did. Old king Veggie banned it when I was still a kid, when we were still living out in the wastes.

"Prick." You growl under your breath, "Shame, we're trying to find someone who can translate some old writings about super saiyans, friend of mine says they might come in handy."

Mom just shrugs, ""Sorry kiddo." She glances over to Bulma. "Hey, did you know she couldn't even read until she was twelve?" She asks with a grin, leaning over and ruffling your own hair.

"Really?" Bulma seems shocked.

"The letters didn't make sense." You mutter, swatting mom's hand away. "And they didn't exactly care much if we could or couldn't."

"Reading and writing were for the big knobs." Mom adds, "Like the king, and that Nappa guy."

"Honestly, I'm surprised HE can read." You add, "Like talking to a wall some times."

Bra zips around mom, flying in a tight circle, "I read all the time!" She announces, "Mommy buys me all the books I want, and Grandma reads to me every day... Alive grandma, I mean."

Mom scowls a little over that, but tries to hide it, "Well, good for you." She smiles, tickling Bra's chin.

She moves to a quieter area Baba's set aside, sitting down, "I.. the other side's weird now." Mom confesses, "Ever since I came back last time, I feel, more awake when I'm there, sort of conscious but not really." She shoots you a grin, "I saw you through Vegeta back in a while ago. He was screaming so loud I thought he might rip his way back into the living world, but the ogres taught him what's what."

>Maybe you could talk to Yemma, about getting out of Hell?
>You ever see dad over there?
>Vegeta gets to keep his body, huh?
>Write in

>>46239570
>>You ever see dad over there?

>>46239570
>Vegeta gets to keep his body, huh?

Is it bad I want to go to the Afterlife just to shit on Veggy some more?

>>46239570
>You ever see dad over there?
>Vegeta gets to keep his body, huh?

>>46239570
>Maybe you could talk to Yemma, about getting out of Hell?
>Do family things, enjoy the time we have.

>>46239616
Remember anon, don't feed the trolls. Veggie needs to get his shit together if even Tarble is stronger then him.

Chuckles die?

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You feel a tug of annoyance over that, "Vegeta gets to keep his body over there, does he?" That's kinda bullshit. Why does he get it, while mom's stuck as a cloud.

Mom shrugs, "Eh, it just makes him an easier target for the beatings when he gets uppity. Otherwise he just kinda... bums around like the rest of us."

Speaking of, "Seen dad anywhere in there?"

She sighs, punching her head again, thinking, "Nnnnope." She shrugs, "Hell's got a lot of people in it, and most of them look like clouds honey." She shrugs apologetically. "I'm sure he's around though. Knowing him, he's probably tried to break into heaven a few times to steal all their shit."

Bulma chimes in, "Maybe you can take a closer look now that you're more aware, see if you can ask questions about him?"

Mom sighs, but nods, "Yeah... that'll take a while though." She dusts her hands off, "Alright, while I'm here, let's go get some of that delicious ass food."

It's a short flight out from Baba's, heading back to the city this time, not wanting to spook that village again, Mom tears her way through a seven course meal, and still has ten minutes left to spare on her time limit.

"Well, Kabs, it's been good seeing you." Mom nods, punching you in the shoulder. "Call your father up some time, I'm sure he'll be... glad to see you at least." She glances at Bulma doubtfully, "As for you, nice to meet ya. I'm sure you'll be a competent brood mother for years to come."

Christ, "Mom!"

She slaps you with her tail, like when you were a kid. "Only teasing. You're a charming woman Bulma." She moves on to Bra, hoisting her up, "And you, those bullies you told me about? You want my advice?" Bra nods enthusiastically and mom clicks her teeth. "Eat them." She says simply, tossing Bra in the air, high up. "It's been fun." She waves, her body starting to fade out of sight.

"I'll see you again mom." You promise. "Good luck finding dad."

She winks, clicking her tongue before she disappears. "She... reminds me of you." Bulma finally says, as Bra floats back down.

It's a short walk home, before you put Bra to bed, reminding her not to eat her bullies.

A knock comes at the door, Tarble again. "K-Kabuya, if it's not too late? Could I talk to you? I'm hosting a... I guess you could call it a court. I've got the others, the Saiyans gathering, if you could bring your daughter."

>Don't go getting all regal on me Tarble. I don't follow orders.
>Will there be food?
>Alright, fine.
>Write in

>>46239834
>Will there be food?

>>46239834
>Alright, fine.

>>46239834
>Alright, fine.

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You give Bulma a look, "King's orders." You shrug apologetically, "Alright, fine."

You fetch Bra and he takes Krop, the two of you lifting off into the night again, you let him take the lead, crossing through the night sky.

You touch down in a rocky wasteland, in the centre of the continent, everyone else already here; Teito, Risel and Raditz with the new borns, Goku and his kids, Nappa.

Tarble clears his throat nervously, lifting his hand at blasting a rock. "What's going on mister Table?" Goku asks.

Tarble seats himself on the rock, hunched forward nervously. "I-I'd like to assign you all, some new positions, officially, from the crown."

"The crown that got blown up?" Teito asks, giving him a playful smirk.

Tarble gulps, missing the joke. "Yes?"

He lapses into silence for a moment. "And those arrrre?"

Tarble shakes himself, "Sorry, heh, yes." He points to Nappa. "General Nappa, you have served valiantly under royal orders for decades, but I see your passions lie elsewhere, I hereby pardon you from, and thank you for your loyal service."

Nappa shrugs, "Wasn't that loyal really. I turned coat the second Geta died."

God damn it Nappa.

Tarble licks his lips, but nods. "Teito, I would like to appoint you the chief technician."

"Not hard when I'm the only one left." She snickers, "But I'll take it. Something to put on my business cards."

Tarble nods, "Good, Risel, I'd like to appoint you as the head scientist of our race, and would like to consult you on all manners cultural and intellectual."

Risel practically beams, "Oooh, I like it!"

Tarble moves on, "Raditz, by way of apology for the way my... dear brother treated you, I would like to posthumously name your father the champion of our people. And I would appoint you as a captain of our armies."

Raditz grumbles something about him not being dead, but doesn't make a fuss about it.

Down the line again, "Son Goku... the native. I have heard your stories from Bulma, and find your drive interesting." He noticeably doesn't assign Goku a title, moving down the line, to you at last.

"Miss Kabuya Briefs?" He clears his throat, "I appoint you as the new high general of Saiyan forces." He sits up a little straighter. "I know that I lack the strength and tactical know how to effectively judge a battle... but should it come to a war, a full scale war, I believe you would make the most competent leader here."

Neat.

At last he turns to the kids, half of them still under 6 months old. He stands, moving amongst you now, everyone towering over him. "And to you, the next generation of our race..." He goes quiet for a moment. "Protect our legacy, but don't let yourselves becomes zealots trying to restore our ways. The Saiyans of Vegeta were brutes, savages and mercenaries her valued strength over brains and died horribly."

He floats upwards, slapping a fist into his hand. "If we are to continue, we must continue to forge a new path in the galaxy. To not mindlessly destroy for the sake of it. We must be strong, but we have to think first! Reason, and broker peace if we can." He points to you, "Turn potential enemies into allies! The son of Frieza himself counts himself an ally to the Saiyans!" He touches down again, "We are the new Saiyans!" He announces, "And we will make our own way, who's with me?" He punches a fist into the air, silence for a moment, until Goku pumps his hand up, followed by Chitsu, Nappa, Risel, Teito, Gohan, Raditz... Bra looks to you expectantly, Seruri and Jazz busy trying to eat their own snot.

You swear you can hear a faint scream of "NEERRRRRD!" Calling on the wind. Well, Piccolo's about.

>I don't want to be your general Tarble
>Excuse me, got a slug to deal with, first act as general.
>I'm in!
>Write in

>>46240108
>Ah fuck it sure

>>46240130
second, now i'm pass out

>>46240108

>I don't want to be your general

We should be the queen, actually. We killed Vegeta, after all. Now this guy is all "big and dreams" because we wanted to cheer him up.

>>46240235

Seriously, even on paper, the Saiyen kingdom has less people than the cast for a B-movie

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You mull it over for a moment, "Ah, fuck it, sure." You shrug, raising your hand with everyone else, Bra following your lead.

Tarble grins, "Thank you. All of you." He lowers his fist, pacing back and forth, "I... I don't know if our people can ever truly be restored. It seems unlikely, almost impossible without... years of selective breeding, something I don't want to subject the children too, but-"

He cuts himself off, "Never mind! I don't have to figure it all out alone now." He nods to Risel, "We can talk about this together sometime." He spins, facing the whole circle, "Thank you, again. I want you all to know, that if you EVER want to leave service, you have taken no vows. You're free to leave, or raise dissenting opinions at any time."

Cool. "I'll hold you to that." You call over to him, earning a laugh from Teito. "Now if you haven't noticed, the newborns are asleep, and it's late."

"Eyup. Time to call it a night." Nappa growls, taking to the air, "See y'all around, I'll have my girl send you all tickets to the big premiere! Comin out next month."

The others yawn and split up, jetting off in every direction, back to their homes.

"You really have that much hope?" You ask Tarble.

He chews his lip for a moment, "I hope so." He laughs weakly, picking Krop up. "Come on, let's head home."

>End of Episode 56

>>46240362
Thanks for running.

>>46240362
Thanks for running boss! Quick question, what's the rest of the galaxy's opinion of earth, if they even know of it?

>>46240406
most people think its a rural backwater, that has some magnetic shit that fucks with scouters

for now

Thanks for running!

>>46240421
Goddamm Bill, forgetting to calibrate the long range scouters again

>>46240362
Thanks for running, Chuckles! See you next session.

>>46240454
I really hope Eail's doing alright.

>>46240653
Same. Wish would post something and let us know he's ok