>>6208570“But, if she wishes to disprove my claims, I shall arrive at Dreadzone Station in exactly one month.” the monster continues, you blinking in surprise. Really? That bastard's going to save you the trouble of tracking him down, delivering himself to you here? At the heart of your power? Something's wrong. “I look forward to seeing you again soon, Chaya. And you'll pay for what you did to me and my family.”
And with a wink the transmission cuts out, going to static a moment before returning to the normal broadcast. But you don't see it. All you can see is the afterimage of his face in your mind, wielding his body to taunt you, to draw you into direct combat. Perhaps thinking that the only reason he lost last time was because of your father, that you can't beat that monster by yourself. But underestimating you will be the last mistake that bastard makes. You are Chaya. Former and Current Champion of Dreadzone, a Super Saiyan who has gone beyond mortal limits and achieved power few have. With the Faith of quintillions of beings across the universe, you've ascended beyond the limits of your kind, to face down even gods in direct combat and win. But this parasitic bastard thinks it can take YOU?! You're going to make it beg for death. Taking a deep breath, you turn from the screen to Tanya, who is looking at you like a rabbit about to bolt, clearly wary of how you'll react to this direct call out.
“Get me a camera, and patch this through the feed. I can't let this go unanswered.” you say, your voice icy cold as you feel your fury burning beneath the surface. Yet you keep your anger, your outrage and all the emotions you still feel about Raditz tamped down, carefully controlling them as Tanya sprints from the room. You then turn to your father, and for the first time in your life he seems... Old. Weary. Not just tired from the insane feat of destroying a reality countless gods manifested into reality, but there's something else as he looks down at you. He looks... Worried. Unsure. Hesitant. Words you never associated with your father before. All your life he's been a man of decisive action, but now he doesn't seem sure how to respond. So, before he says anything you speak directly to him. “Sorry Dad, but I have to do this myself. Please, don't try and stop me. If I can't do this, I'll...I'll lose everything.”
And to your surprise he doesn't immediately deny you. He doesn't tell you that you're being unreasonable, that he won't let you fight alone. But in his eyes you see something, something weighing on your dad's mind. Something heavy, something you're not entirely sure you want to know what it is. Because it seems the burden of what he's holding onto is crushing him.
