>>5927164So, without another word you take to the air, turning towards the large school building and flying away from the gathered crowd. Only for another power to begin pursuing you.You don't acknowledge the being radiating with the power of a Demon God, albeit not the true might until you come to a stop over the building, turning to face her. The grey-skinned woman also flies to a stop, staring you down. Her garish uniform reminds you of a certain someone, along with the power. Seems like you are the bearer of bad news today.
“Puddin. I take it you're well?” you ask her, the woman glaring at your attempt to be friendly.
“Where is my daddy?” she asks, barely restrained rage in her voice. “What did you do to him?”
“I have done nothing.” you reply levelly. “He made his choices.”
“Don't fuck with me, or I'll eat you and find out the truth from your memories.” she threatens, clenching her fists so hard her arms start trembling. “Where. Is. He?”
“Last time I saw him, your father's soul had latched onto Karn's own. Siphoning off his power to restore his physical body after being destroyed by the Saiyan's Stand.” you say, her eyes widening, jaw dropping in shock. “He chose to battle Karn, and paid the price.”
“No way. You think <span class="mu-i">HE</span> could beat my Daddy? That nobody couldn't even beat ME, much less him!” she exclaims, steam pouring out of the holes in her head as her anger rises. But as you don't rise to her provocation, simply staring at her, not answering, she quickly loses steam. Her anger fades, replaced by worry. “No, he... He didn't...Did he?”
“Your father was beaten. If you wish to see for yourself, lend me your aid a moment.” you reply, turning back and flying over the building below before flying down the side of the cliff. “I will show you, once I've found what I'm looking for.”
“What are you doing?” she asks, taking off after you. “You looking for the prison entrance?”
“Exactly. I wish to see who Chronoa has imprisoned, rightfully or wrongfully.” you tell her, flying to a stop as you can feel the light magic in the air. No doubt forming an illusion hiding the doorway. “Do you know how to enter? It might save me some trouble having to break my way in.”
“Of course. Daddy showed me how to.” she replies, looking the wall over in silence a few moments. Then she stretches both arms out, turning and driving her fists into the illusion at more than ten feet apart. As the illusion wavers, you suddenly hear a click, a massive door appearing and opening. She withdraws her hands, turning and giving you a gesture of victory before speaking up. “Piece of cake!”
