>>6134262“So, how's your planet doing you two?” you ask them, then after a moment decide to clarify. “Not Krypton, you're both too strong to have been staying there lately. The other one.”
“Been relatively peaceful, all things considered. No new world-ending threats have shown up, just the usual nonsense.” Ubo says with a bit of a laugh. As he does you reach out telepathically, asking your wife to get a head start and get the students ready as you're going to be talking with these two a moment longer. She accepts, taking off and flying over towards the other side of the continent with your family. Leaving you and the new city-to-be behind, heading over where you can sense your students gathering. “What about you? Been a while since we last saw each other, what made you decide to move all the way over here? I thought you'd live on that little island the rest of your days.”
“Where to start?” you ask yourself, remembering everything that happened. “Did I tell you about the Universe Six tournament?”
“The what?” Galatea asks, her eyes wide. “There are six universes?”
“Twelve, actually. Well, there used to be eighteen, but...” you start, shaking your head. “Not important. But we beat the Sixth Universe in both of them, oh, and Freeza has decided to become a Destroyer.”
“Hold on. Freeza? A Destroyer? Seriously?” Ubo asks you, a searching look in his eyes as he meets your gaze. “Are you sure about this?”
“It was his choice. He decided that this was the path he would take to power.” you tell him, smiling a bit at remembering his declaration, the resolve burning in his eyes as he declared his intent. “I'm sure Whis is giving him hell up there as we speak. But what about you all? The other Kryptonians doing well?”
However, at this question Galatea looks away, a conflicted look on her face. Ubo, after a few seconds of awkward silence speaks up.
“Clark and Kara are both doing well. That was, well... One of the reasons we made the trip.” Ubo says, Galatea not turning back despite Ubo putting his hand on her shoulder. For a moment the two clearly talk telepathically, and when she doesn't turn around he continues, meeting your gaze. “See, Galatea wasn't born, not like us. She was created.”
“Created? What do you mean? Like B7, or the Scyther creatures?” you ask him, Galatea snapping to attention and turning around towards you with a strange intensity to her gaze.
“What do you mean, creatures?” she asks, fire in her tone. “Just because someone is made in a lab doesn't mean their life doesn't have value!”
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