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-Saiyan Conqueror Quest 231 Epilogue I-
<span class="mu-s">AGE 759, NEW SALDA</span>
“And this is the armory, Zarbon's in charge of this one. Making sure we all have enough uniforms, fixing damaged pieces and getting new ones in is his job. We'll swing on in and get you a suit to train in, unless you're okay with your clothes you've got on getting damaged?” your grandfather asks, you looking down at yourself. At the clothes you've been wearing for years, from before defeating the Androids to running from Black. This outfit is your most comfortable, plus your adoptive mother Bulma got the clothes for you from her own wardrobe.
“I think I would like that.” you reply, your grandfather nodding and turning to the door, walking right up to it. The automatic door opens with a ring, artificial bells jingling. Walking in behind him, you see that he wasn't joking. Dozens of suits of Saiyan battle armor sit on the shelves, in all range of colors. White and black, purple and gold and every other color line the shelves as a voice calls from the hanging curtain you see towards the back.
“Just a moment, if you would!” Zarbon calls out, a moment later the curtain to the dressing rooms opens, you seeing a walking pile of discarded skintight suits and armor pieces with legs step out. “Let me get these into the laundry chute, and I will be right with you!”
“Take your time, Zarbon.” your grandfather replies, the alien starting a moment. He then redoubles his speed, rushing to a chute and throwing the mass of clothes down into it, turning back towards your grandfather by throwing his long braid over his shoulder. You recognize him, one of your early memories coming back. You see Zarbon standing by Freeza's side, holding a pair of the massive Namekian Dragon Balls while Dodoria killed the Namekian villagers! And before you've realized you were doing it, your fingertips of your right hand brush the sword slung over your back. Startling you out of the memories, seeing the blue-skinned alien looking curiously from you to Karn.
“And who is this lovely woman you've brought in today?” he asks, your grandfather once again introducing you. Showing no hesitation to claim you as his own, despite today being the first time you've ever met.
“This is Marron, my granddaughter. She's from another time, but she's still one of us.” he says, reaching over and patting you on the shoulder. “Marron, this is Zarbon. He's in charge of all of the armors for everyone in the city.”
“No small honor. And such an honor it is to meet you as well. Welcome to our time.” he says, bowing to you before turning back to your grandfather. “I take it-?”
