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The next few weeks and months quickly turn to routine. You focus on training the Namekian, as he must, as agreed upon before leaving Earth, eventually reach a power level of 9.000. The days turn into breakfasts, training with the Namekian, eating, teaching Bulma, then an all-out brawl with whoever was willing, then dinner, a time to relax during the evening which you use to learn the art of Olond’s Way of the Wind and finally, sleep. Bulma ensures that the autopilot remains in optimal course, while Turles is assigned to general maintenance. Kalabash and Gisa are busy ensuring their children don’t mess around too much, while Calava, Raditz and Nappa focus on their training completely, Rasha and Olond prefer to stick together though they open up more and more.
You wake up one day and hear a comms call coming from bridge with Bulma’s ID. Her face shows up in a holo. “Alright everyone! We’re hours away from Earth. Finally home!” She yells happily.
You get up from your chair and head to bridge, as do most others including the Namekian. You see the round blue planet from the window of the Bridge.
Kalabash and Calava are trying to use their recently learned ki sense. “I don’t detect anything.” Calava says. Kalabash nods and speaks “Has something happened to the local population?”
“What? Of course not! There’s still billions of readings here.” Bulma says.
“Huh.” Says Kalabash. “They’re uh…”
“Weak.” Calava says with a devious smile.
“Brain’s better than brawns sometimes.” Bulma replies, ticked off.
Raditz, Nappa and Turles approach you. “Have you noticed?” Turles says, cross-armed and looking sideways towards the Earth. “Their readings aren’t there.”
“Aye, Kakarot and his merry group aren’t here.” Nappa says.
Raditz looks at you. “They did say they were going to train at an old friend’s.”
“Off Earth?” Turles says. “I thought they had no spaceflight capability before we came. Hell, I’m pretty sure our spaceship is Earth’s first.”
You furrow your brows and you grimace, irritated. You approach Bulma. “Where are Kakarot and the rest of the powerful humans?”
She shrugs. “I have no idea.”
You see that the Namekian is watching the Earth, some sweat betrays him, showing his nervousness.
Turles approaches you. “So, how about it? Take over the planet while Kakarot and the crew are gone?” He says, his statement hanging between sarcasm and a real proposition.
Raditz glares at Turles. “What are you saying?”
The Namekian seems to have heard it and approaches you. “This was not the deal we made.”
Bulma also eyes Turles.
You raise your hand. “Enough. We had a deal with Kakarot and his crew, and we keep it.” You say. Turles lifts his hands, feigning innocence. “Come on now, can’t I make a joke?”
