>>6137122“...Huh. Wonder why it does that?” you mutter, when suddenly inspiration strikes. In a flash you transform back up into your first divine form, half divine half Super Saiyan. But your eyes remain defiantly Sith. So, with another force of will ascend further, going into Super Saiyan Blue. Which causes your eyes to shift to azure as well as your hair, undoing your eyes' transformation. You look into your own eyes a moment, then with a sigh revert to your base form. Where your eyes have returned to their normal black. “Neat. I guess that's how that works. Wonder why though?”
The question hangs unanswered in the air as you flare your aura slightly, blasting the water off of you before going and grabbing the extra fuzzy robe you have hanging on the back of the door. Wrapping yourself in its smooth embrace before heading back to the door, opening it to see Tanya and Visha both staring into each other's eyes, talking in low voices to each other. And you can't help but smile, hoping the two of them find the happiness they seek. You may have lost yours but that doesn't mean you begrudge anyone else their happy ever after. Besides, thanks to Tanya, you're going to start working on your own. But you need to start making plans, if you're to announce your plans after your fight with the Sixth Universe's most deadly assassin, Hit. Once you beat him, you'll start searching for another person to fill the hole in your heart Raditz left.
“Yes, of course!” Visha suddenly shouts excitedly, throwing her arms up and then around her smaller superior. Hugging her tight, you seeing Tanya wince before noticing you looking at them. Where her expression grows slightly annoyed, you waving teasingly to her before heading back to your room to give the two lovebirds some privacy for a bit. Yes, this next year. It will be a year of new beginnings, and you can't wait!
-MEANWHILE ON PLANET EARTH, AGE 758-
“Foolish humans. They thought they could kill the great King Piccolo.” the young offspring of the Demon King says, wiping the blood off the family he'd just killed off his hands. “I'll become even stronger. Strong enough to wipe all three of those worthless martial artists out!”
The faces of the trio, the triclops, the wild-haired, scarred man and the short bald one with the six dot scars on his forehead flash through the Namekian's mind, hatred and vengeance driving him forward.
