HAPPY ENDINGS.. AND THEN..
A MYSTERIOUS NEW WARRIOR APPEARS
After a great rest and a massive feast, the Galactic Patrol invited Me, Caulifla, Father, and Vegeta to a ceremony to give each of us medals for defeating Moro.
Goku: What's all this about celery? Got any meat instead
Jaco: I said CEREMONY! They're honoring us with medals for being the crew that showed Moro who's boss!
Caulifla: Medals? Seriously? Not my kind of thing...
Jaco: THERE'S NO GREATER HONOR! MEDALS ARE THE MARK OF A TRUE ELITE!
Caulifla: Is that right? How many do you have?
Jaco: This'll be my first
Y/N: You know something, Caulifla? Maybe after all this, you and I could do some Galactic Patrol work?
Caulifla: Huh?
Y/N: Hey, Jaco! Does the Galactic Patrol pay well?
Jaco: Of course! We have to be paid well for the danger we put ourselves in!
Y/N: Think about it, Caulifla. Fight crime throughout the galaxy, and get paid for it. Can't live off of Capsule Corps money for the rest of our lives, can we?
Caulifla: Hmm... Maybe you're right!
We arrive at the Galactic Patrol HQ and are brought on stage. After a dramatic band performance, the Galactic King put a medal around each of us. A man begins speaking
Galactic Patroller: And now, to honor the honorees! Son Y/N! Son Caulifla! Son Goku! Prince Vegeta IV! Jaco Teirimentenpibosshi!
Jaco: THAT'S ME!
Caulifla: *whispers* Seriously? Why is his name that damn long?
Galactic Patroller: And, finally
Y/N: Huh? There's no more of us?
Galactic Patroller: Merus Ikanoichiyabosshi
Y/N: HUH?!
In the crowd, none other than Merus himself emerged.
Merus: RIGHT HERE!
Y/N: MERUS! IT'S REALLY!
Merus: I'm so glad to see you all again!
Caulifla: What the hell?! We saw you get erased!
Merus: Yes, I got erased... but I've been resurrected as a mortal.
Y/N: WHAT?!
Caulifla: So... that is what was so important for Whis and Lord Beerus to leave us to die...
Merus: Indeed. The Grand Priest was persuaded by the Supreme Kai to resurrect me as a mortal. I no longer possess my Angel powers and I'm also... well, mortal.
Goku: It's good to have you back, Merus!
Merus: It's good to be back! I heard of what Son Y/N did to Moro. I'm happy that our training paid off!
Y/N: So am I! I can't thank you enough!
And so, the celebration began.
SEVERAL DAYS LATER
Jaco sat at his desk, yawning
Jaco: Man, just another peaceful day in the universe.
Calamis: Jaco, shouldn't you be out on patrol?
Jaco: Just got back from that. So for the rest of the shift, I'm on Cyber Patrol duty!
Calamis peeked at the screen on Jaco's desk
Calamis: Cyber Patrol. You're just browsing an auction site! Anyways... I've got some business at the Galactic Prison, you've clearly got time on your hands, so you're coming with me!
THE GALACTIC PRISON
Calamis and Jaco, observing the prisoners who broke out.
Miza: Heya, boys. It's been a while. How's it hanging?
Jaco: Lots of peace and quiet, no thanks to you!
Miza: Tch! Is that so? Y'sure you don't want to play with us? We could have some real fun.
Jaco: AS IF! You're never busting out ever again!
Calamis turned to face Yunba
Calamis: My squad's radar detected something resembling a faint distress signal coming from the crater left by Son Y/N's attack that killed Moro. Got any idea what that might be?
Yunba: Couldn't tell ya. Do you know what he's talking about Quoitur?
Quoitur: PO?
Calamis: Right. Well, after an explosion that size, it couldn't just be general interference..
Zauyogi: Hey, Galactic Patrol guys. We haven't forgotten that you killed our pals
Calamis: It was Moro who did that. Your grudge is misplaced
Jaco: Moro literally ATE Seven-Three!
Zauyogi: I said KILLED. You can't kill what ain't even live
Calamis: Destroyed, then? I don't see what difference it makes
Zauyogi: Seven-Three was just another thing we stole. He was empty at first, but as time went on, we filled him with data and turned him into a powerhouse! All that hard work's now gone!
Calamis: He's that dangerous huh? I'm glad he got obliterated.
Yunba: Did you make sure he got trashed for good?
Jaco: Make sure? There was nothing left, just like Moro!
Yunba: Y'mean... You're not sure.
Calamis: Hmph! Ridiculous! Seven-Three is gone! Quit being sore losers. If you can't answer my questions, then this conversation is over!
Jaco: Think hard over your crimes, 'kay?
Calamis and Jaco began to walk away
Calamis: You did examine the inside of the crater, right?
Jaco: Sure did. From above. At a glance...
Calamis: Then we'd better do a more thorough check.
ON EARTH
Jaco and Calamis arrive at Moro's crater.
Calamis: WELL? ANYTHING?
Jaco flies up from inside the crater
Jaco: Nope, nada. No trace of Moro or Seven-Three down here. See? As I said, I checked
A few feet away, two creatures watched as Jaco and Calamis flew off. In the arms of the two creatures was a canister, inside, was the destroyed head of OG73-i.
SEVERAL MONTHS LATER
Women: Master Goichi. The data has been copied into all units.
Goichi: Good, good. Well done
Women: All should now have equivalent capabilities.
Goichi: We never expected OG73-i to be powered up to this extent! A pleasant payoff for our efforts!
Women: All seemed lost when Saganbo and his goons stole that one, but it seems luck is now on our side.
Goichi: Indeed, and now most of those rotten bandits are gone! THE TIME HAS COME FOR US TO RULE THE UNIVERSE!
Outside the ship which was in a far-flung corner of the universe, far from Earth. A smaller, one-man ship arrived. Inside sat a man with wavy green hair
???: It's that ship, right Oatmeel?
Oatmeel: Correct, Granolah, but do be careful because there could be many on board!
Granolah: Gotcha, prepare to provide support!
Oatmeel: Roger that!
Granolah landed his ship in the docking bay, the alarms blaring as he aimed a blaster at the door, blowing it to hell.
Goichi: W-WHAT WAS THAT?!
Man: WE'VE BEEN BOARDED BY AN INTRUDER!
Goichi: SEND THE GUARDS!
Granolah, with pinpoint precision, gunned down every guard in his way.
Man 2: THE INTRUDER ISN'T STOPPING!
Gochi: ACTIVATE THE OG SOLDIERS! EVERY SINGLE ONE!
Granolah stopped as his path was blocked by dozens of OG Soldiers
Oatmeel: THEY'RE FINALLY HERE!
Granolah: So, which one's the target? Run a scan, Oatmeel
Oatmeel: Currently scanning!
Granolah held out his hand like a finger pistol and began blasting the incoming OGs
Oatmeel: OG72-i, OG20, OGI-Wi, OG31, OG51. The target isn't here!
With that confirmation, Granolah blasted through the OG soldiers with ease. Granolah ran down the hall of the ship
Granolah: This way?
Oatmeel: There are more within!
Granolah blasted the OG Guards and broke the door lock, opening the door up.
Oatmeel: THERE! IN THE MIDDLE!
Granolah looked past the OG Guards, there, in the middle of the room was a currently recovering OG73-i. Granolah smirked, blasting the last of the OG Guards.
Granolah: Oatmeel, run a scan, is Seven-Three intact?
Oatmeel: Scanning... Condition stable!
Granolah: Good.
Granolah carefully disconnected the several dozen cables connected to OG73-i's tank and hoisted the tank onto his shoulder. Granolah ran back and loaded the tank into his ship before setting up.
Oatmeel: Target secured! Well done, Granolah
Granolah: Thanks, Oatmeel.
Granolah put his ship into autopilot, his destination course set. Granolah leaned back and fell asleep.
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Smoke filled the air, carnage, and chaos as far as the eye could see. Dead bodies spread across the destroyed city. A woman with green hair ran with her son into a religious building. The woman held her son close to her as a hole was ripped into the roof of the building. From the hole, a massive Great Ape with a scar on his left cheek peaked inside, roaring loudly.
Granolah: AHH!!
Granolah sat up, panting in fear
Oatmeel: What's wrong, Granolah?! Was it that dream again?
Granolah: Yeah...
Oatmeel: Worry not. OG73-i's condition remains stable.
Granolah: Good. We got anyone tailing us?
Oatmeel: After the destruction you brought down upon them? Nope. It will be quite a while before we reach the Heeters' base. I suggest cold sleep
Granolah: No... I'm wide awake now.
Oatmeel: Do you still despise Frieza's army?
Granolah: Sure do.
Oatmeel: Frieza died several years ago, and the remnants of his army are but shadows of their former glory, yes?
Granolah: So they say.
Oatmeel: Then why obsess? Try to move on already.
Granolah: I guess I should. First off, it was the barbarous apes within Frieza's army who slaughtered my fellow Cerealians. And even those apes were apparently wiped out by a massive meteor not too long after. I've lost both my avenues for my revenge, but... That doesn't explain why my dreams still haunt my sleep.
Oatmeel: Barbarous Apes? Are you referring to the Saiyans?
Granolah: That's right.
END OF CHAPTER 83
BSG OUT