>>6170568“She will probably try, but I've already taken precautions to prevent this.” you tell him, powering back down with a sigh. Body shrinking back to normal size, you feel a little tired, a little weary from the blood loss, but you're still doing relatively fine. “Should give me time enough to train, to prepare and be ready for the rematch when I go back with my granddaughter into that timeline.”
“Oh, I see.” he responds, meeting your gaze. Then, after a moment smirks, nodding to you. “Well, I'm sure you can take her. After all, this isn't the first time you've had to train to take back someone who attacked us. Show her what happens to someone who fails to take you down the first time, like that Covvie bastard the Arbiter.”
“Hah. Yeah, I'll do that. Now, one last thing before you go: where did the short bald one go?” you ask them, Cui immediately pointing down towards the city. You turn, looking down the direction he points until you think you see a hint of orange. You then turn back, addressing them all. “That will be all. Now go on, all of you. Get healed up.”
Cui and his other two remaining subordinates salute you, which you return. You all lowering your arms together before the three of them fly off. You then turn your attention back to the city, dashing off towards where you'd seen the orange. Flying over, you slow down on the approach, only to see a bit of orange gi has been merged with a light pole. Presumably one 'fixed' by Okira and Imagine Dragon's powers, but that didn't take the torn bit of gi off. Leaving the back logo hanging there, swaying in the breeze. It is a mostly-symmetrical pattern, with a pair of cross'd boxes bisected vertically by a line, the top hooking down to the left and the bottom hook turning up and right at a wider angle. Something about the symbol stops you in your tracks, you can't read it, yet the symbol itself exudes power. But more than any raw strength, it seems to exude a sort of... Longevity. That, no matter what happens, it will endure.
“DAD!!” you hear Marron suddenly shout, looking down from it and seeing your granddaughter a couple dozen yards away, kneeling by someone. Fearing the worst, you rush over, seeing where he'd fallen. Prepared to take her away from the sight, only to see he's... Well, OKAY isn't the right word, but surprisingly talking despite the shape he's in. “Oh gods, y-you're....”
“Hey now, I know this doesn't look good. But I've come back from worse. Believe it or not.” he says, chuckling a bit. Which, for a guy who lost both arms, torso reduced to little more than a spine and several unidentifiable chunks of metal connected by smoldering wires all attached to a relatively undamaged lower body, sounds surprisingly non-phased. “Thanks to being an android, Bulma and Gero'll have be back at one hundred percent in a day or two, tops. Especially since the city's somehow been restored. I take it that was somehow or other your doing?”
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