Vegetto Jr. nodded his head once.
"Yeah, well she was helping me with that. But then she vanished for twenty five years...and I guess I went back to my old habits..."
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Gogeta Jr. remained silent, his glare still strong. The Saiyan only snorted in retort, turning around to face towards Koth, who sat quietly in the cockpit.
Koth turned his head back towards the group.
"Better brace yourselves. We're going in for a rough landing: our last engine just failed during your little argument."
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Jaz, Mioi, Solaris and Kire's Vision (Only these four are capable of hearing/experiencing this portion. Everyone is experiencing together as a group, not individually.)
With Gogeta Jr.'s back towards the group, the lightning within the main cockpit began to dim. Everyone's form remained the same, with a new addition.
"A pity."
The bright white flame burning atop the Dread Saiyan's head cut through the darkness.
"Another time....another time. The problem with your plan is simple: you will never have time."
His eyes danced among the four, his voice slightly amused.
"Always ready to meet the next challenge and put aside your differences. Yet you do not realize that you are merely sweeping these problems under the rug."
The Dread Saiyan gestured to the now frozen Gogeta Jr., his back on visible to the others.
"Do you really think he's just going to put aside twenty five years worth of suffering and pain just because you say there's a bigger thing to worry about? You, of the very same group that he blames for all that has happened here?"
The Dread Saiyan's eyes sharpened.
"Your relations and skills at communication are lacking, especially in the fact that you now deepened his anger and frustration through your multiple agreements to overule him. His own pride and ego have not only been enflamed by your actions, but now he feels disrespected by your refusal to follow his will."
He then crossed his arms behind his back.
"You should've let them continue to bicker. Now, you've paved the way for them to develop unresolved bitter feelings and issues that will undoubtedly arise in your future conflicts. Another product of your lack of focus on the bigger picture at play here."
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Meanwhile, back on Zakuul
"High Mistress Vaylin...please!!"
The golden knight struggled against the invisible force latched around his throat, managing to let out a small cry as his body crumpled through the floor after the audible crunch in his neck. Vaylin's narrowed eyes turned towards the remaining two golden knights, both frozen in their stances.
"Well? Are you waiting instruction as well?!"
Both knights then immediately dashed in the opposite direction, leaving behind Vaylin as she pulled out a small round object from her satchel dangling on her left side. A blue holoimage of Arcann appeared, his clearly aged face matching his deeper, mature tone.
"The Outlanders? Did you deal with them?"
Vaylin shook her head once.
"No, they escaped with the prisoners."
Arcann's one eye immediately widened, his voice shaking.
"What?"
Vaylin raised an eyebrow.
"They escaped? Why does it matter? It was only five or six prisoners, if I remember correctly."
Arcann's eye narrowed again, his voice ominous.
"Listen to me: everything stands at risk now. I don't care how much it costs or how many people die for this: everything we've built is now in danger. I want those Outlanders found; do NOT let them escape Zakuul."