>>5669237“If she doesn't, I'd be disappointed.” your daughter replies as the golden light of Caulifla's chime washes over everyone, lighting them all with faint golden light. Except the robotic announcer, who is unphased by the healing magic. “She beat me before because I got complacent. But that was my own fault, not hers. So killing her over my mistake isn't right.”
“You have a rather... Interesting moral compass. But regardless, welcome back Champion Chaya. Do you have anything to say to the people of the universe?”
Chaya steps forward from the announcers, holding the microphone Dallas gave her as she speaks directly into it.
“First, I want to thank my family for all they've done. Especially my daddy, for being harsh. I know I said some things I regret, but it's thanks to you that I'm standing here as the winner today. And not dead in the ground on an alien world in a misguided, reckless attempt to get stronger. And I want to thank everyone who helped me train along the way, including my fellow former champion Soba, my brothers Chilli and Broly, Mr. Perfect Cell, my momma and daddy, and everyone else who helped out. And, lastly, I want to thank you.”
As Chaya says this she turns, facing the woman who just moments ago was trying to kill her as Caulifla pulls her up to her feet. Next to your third daughter the other two women look like girls, Cauli towering over them both.
“If you hadn't nearly killed me, pushed me to the edge and forced me off my throne, I would have remained complacent and weak until someone else came along and killed me. So, for that, I gotta say thank you.” Chaya says, dropping the microphone and holding her hand out towards Tanya. Who looks at it in disbelief, looking up from the offered hand to Chaya's face and back, before settling on looking in your daughter's eyes.
“Are you sure about this?” Tanya asks her, a teasing edge to her voice. “You're not gonna get another chance to finish me off so easily.”
“I'm counting on it.” Chaya replies, Tanya smirking before taking Chaya's outstretched hand.
“Is it over?” Meloka Wolbach asks your son, your granddaughter looking a bit confused. Clearly not getting what happened at the end. But she will in time, no doubt. One day she will understand.
“Yeah, it's over.” your son says, but then turns to you and Meloka. “But there's one thing I don't get. What was that attack she used? How did she gather so much power without it blazing so bright I couldn't help BUT to sense it?”
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