(Raditz-POV)
He finally arrived, finding Sixteen already ready. Kron, Pyrrha, Zangya and Yamcha had also arrived around the same time as he did, Yamcha coming in last from flying in like himself while Pyrrha and Zangya walked along side with Kron, they had the advantage of living nearby so sure they got here in a leisurely stroll. He and Yamcha landed near to the others, Raditz scoffing at the look of this human pushover, a glare was sent to him in return by the human.
His team, Sixteen and Zangya were to leave in a separate ship, Sixteen was n charge of their new and improved dragon radar, which also had a strong signal to search the galaxy if needed. Bulma came out of one ship in overalls, a bit of oil on her arm where she seen the all while other mechanics came outside both ships.
"Alright, both ships have been checked over and are at one hundred percent readiness. You also have your galaxy-wide scouters. Yamcha I know you got yours as I sent it to you. Sixteen, I also gave yours to you when I had a chance on the cruise liner. I was always wanting to test these out but didn't find no time to, you should find that they will guide you out there in space with an enhanced range. Also make note to the other team you're going after a particular dragon ball. Coordinates can be read with the radar, and you'll have ample opportunity to warn the other team, thanks to advanced communications systems. Also, Kron love. Keep the one star dragon ball with you too. It will keep the earth from becoming a target should someone else come after them. Better to keep them with your two groups." Bulma turned, stuffing an oil-covered rag into her dirty overalls, pointing up at the top of both ships, turning back to them.
"Now the ships, they use the latest in line of tech I was able to reverse engineer from a certain Blackbox… the information to the relays that Frieza's empire can use was readily improved upon by myself and a team of my-" Raditz coughed, not the least bit interested, though he gained the ire of two of the three woman present, he glared back at Bulma.
"-Come on! Lady, no one wants to hear you gloat about 'I built this' or 'I done that', can we get on with it. I'm increasingly impatient to get this over and done with. I cannot let Kakarot get ahead of me, though I have to do this task before I can-" Yamcha walked on board the ship with Pyrrha, Kron kissed Bulma goodbye. Kron was then surrounded by an army of his children, from the youngest who could walk, to the kids and then his eldest children all showed their own way of saying their goodbyes to their old man. Pyrrha and Zangya were also saying their goodbyes to their brats too before they too headed over to their assigned ships while sending a nod at one another.
Apart from Kron's large army and harem he calls family, Kakarot arrived too with Goten to see him off looks like. Seventeen, Krillin, Eighteen and Marron also arrived with Kakarot via that 'Instant Transmission' technique. Pretty much all their allies ere there to see them off, though the absent King and Piccolo was clear, they weren't among them.
"-Come on loud mouth. Let's get this done and finished with. I'm leaving my brats for this, so we'd better get it done and over with. I plan to be in their lives after all, not… spending more time in space." Zangya stalked on board, she was hovering over a crib with her newly born son while Orin fussed in Blake's arms. The woman was a literal warrior, for she gave birth and then ate a Senzu bean a few days ago and decided to still come with him. Raditz didn't even notice she was pregnant… bah different species and shit.
Zangya wore a combat suit, matching Pyrrha's own though whereas Pyrrha's suit had red streaks, Zangya's suit has green streaks, they were tightly fitted too and looked to be abler to take much damage. Bulma pointed to a few crates nearby, scoffing at Raditz, Sixteen already bending down to grab one of them crates, three crates were lifted on board the other ship via 'telekinesis by Kron himself.
"-That is yours oaf. A combat suit… and yes, designed by me-" Raditz grumbled, hearing her snicker while he thought about whether or not to wear the suit to spite the woman.
Once on board, Raditz found that Zangya was already at the controls, Sixteen was no where to be seen.
"Go change if you like. I will prepare the ship for lift off. I'm flying alright." Zangya didn't look at him, too busy flipping switches and pressing buttons to bother while Raditz looked at the crate, he took it without a word and claimed a room on board for himself.
(Pyrrha Nikos-POV)
"There will be a spare room Yamcha, I'm going to be sharing with Kron. So take the bedroom in between the spare. It might be better suited for you, though the ship is-"
"-Better be soundproof yeah, Ok… now, I can fly this bucket of bolts if you like. Should be simple…" Yamcha paused as he glanced at the controls, Kron replying.
"Go ahead, you can swap out with anyone of us. Bulma's assured me even Raditz could fly these ships. They were designed for being easily maneuvered in terms of the cockpit and other vital systems and what ever else. There is no gravity chamber though." Kron left for their room, while Pyrrha, already ready and dressed in her new combat suit, she watched Yamcha manage to start the ship and they begun to take off.
"This isn't as bad as I thought it would be Pyrrha. Now, where are we off to first…" Yamcha took out the dragon radar and looked it over, turning it on. He hummed, studying the device and spoke, laughing before he did so.
"This thing is good, I've got one on the blip… two actually. The one we've already got, is on the lookout… one I've got on the blip is north of our position. Bulma's navigation system… it says we're going to be flying to the coordinates within two days time where the dragon ball is."
"Let Zangya, Raditz and Sixteen know we will be going after this one then. Actually, I will." Pyrrha sat down in the co-pilot seating, maneuvering with her fingers and setting up the connections, using the guide that was right there on the chrome desk, she managed to setup the connection and then wore the headset.
"...Alright. Come in… come in- what coordinates is that dragon ball." Pyrrha quickly glanced over Yamcha's shoulder, still adjusting the signal for the comms.
"..." Pyrrha had to wait, but getting a strong connection didn't take that long at all.
(Vegeta-POV)
He went back inside the chamber, this time to train in order to either try and reach either Kron's new transformation or the transformation which Kakarot gained through borrowed power. Ever or would do and gaining one would make ascending to gain the other much more easier. He went inside with Piccolo this time, for Piccolo insisted on it which Vegeta shrugged off and they went their separate ways within the chamber, only to come together occasionally to spar after some months.
He, unlike Kron kept his eyes on the battle between Kakarot and Lord Beerus, studying not their techniques and battle strategies… but trying to understand their divine energy, so he would recreate it but-
"-…'Huff' This feeling is… 'ngh' not enough… output!" energy swirled around him, intense and with flashes of blue soaking through the red of his 'Super Saiyan Four' transformation but he had to abruptly end the transformation, breathing heavily as he took a knee on the white flooring of the chamber. Intense gravity held him there, for he was deep within and only his 'Super Saiyan' form and the higher levels would allow him to walk without strain.
Piccolo was acting weird, he seemed to be also trying for something as the way he was training, when the rare occurrence brought them in league of the other allowed Vegeta and Piccolo to view the other.
"Piccolo, what are you doing in here anyway. Your training? Consists of mediation inside the chamber, what is your game." Piccolo glared towards him, through once closed eyes as he floated in position, his mediation interrupted.
"If you Saiyan's can do it… what about a Namek, or in my case a 'Super Namek'. There must be a level I can obtain as well, similar to your races various transformations. I'm in search of such a level which is why I'm here. Don't interrupt me again Vegeta. If there will be another case of fighting someone in the league of Beerus, don't you think we need to be more prepared, more of us and not rely on the likes of Kron, Goku or-"
"-I here you Namek. Go ahead, beguile me with a miracle if you would please, I will be back to test my strength upon you in a couple hours." Vegeta said, haughtily gloating his superiority though Piccolo didn't jump to no bait to counter him with words.
(Cooler-POV)
"Sire, We've followed the trajectory of another dragon ball. Said to have head in the direction of a planet with intelligent life. A planet Imecka, the locals remain compliant to your rule sire, we should be able to send the armored squadron to secure the ball." Diamo explained to Cooler, who stood in front of his ships main window section, his gaze piercing through the black.
"Oh? Send word to them then, I want that ball. Is there been any sign into finding out the trajectory's of the others. They must have raced through either our or Frieza's more vast expanse of territory. Continue sending disposal troops in search of them, with much better rewards on offer to entice them. Salza will secure this dragon ball on Imecka I'm sure, he's reliable and if not he knows what happens to failures." Cooler said unconcerned, knowing Salza had only failed once in existence which was the failure that ended with his death. Revenge was still on Cooler's mind, though he had to play it by ear, for it was most certainly Frieza's goal as well. Word from Cooler's spies had sent him digital footage of his training, showcasing the strength of the emperor first-hand and he by far had the most potential among the two of them. The Saiyan had left that world he killed their father on, for he was most certainly dead and gone, Cooler didn't care one bit for his death but would nevertheless annihilate the Saiyan which did the deed once his current goal has been reached.
'I have had but a taste of what immortality is and offers. I must reacquire such a state and destroy my enemies. Frieza, Saiyan barbarians, the so-called god of destruction…' his gaze narrowed, for Frieza and Cooler were warned to never pick a fight with two beings in the universe lest they wanted to die a quick or agonizing death- whichever was offered from these two: Majin Buu and Beerus, the god of destruction.
"Sire! Salza on the line." Diamo saluted, a screen slowly lowered in front of him, blinking for a moment as Salza appeared, Neiz and Dore nearby saluting him.
"My lord. Administrator Diamo has sent word you've mission for us." the three were on Cooler planet no. 336 training since their last mission. Cooler replied simply.
"Head to Imecka, there is a dragon ball on the planet. I want it found. Kill who you need to but I want that ball." Salza nodded, the others acted professional though Cooler could see the barest traces of approval for the carnage that was to come.
"Yes my lord, Will be on route and arrive within a day or two." Cooler nodded, as the connection was ended.
(Cinder Fall-POV)
Dressed impeccably in P.T.O armor, a black skin-tight battle suit underneath, with white gloves and boots, Cinder was now among those poised to fight Lord Cooler's enemies. She was once step closer to escape from this indentured servitude, though as of now she and those of her level assigned to serve as the grunts for the armored squadron were readying for a mission, finally after while since she signed up.
"We've been assigned to a new mission, which has begun when Salza of the armored squadron ordered us to ready up!" barked her commander, some fish faced bastard named Sion. She stood in place, standing at attention like the assortment of other aliens all under the commander of Sion, whom would be following orders from the armored squadron. Sion continued, harshly shouting loudly as he continued to intimidate a few of those assembled, her included though she hid the fear through a stoic appearance, she felt disgusted with showing weakness after all. Her power level reached 131,967 thanks to the intensified training schedule assigned to this elite force Cooler was creating, She like the others were subject to intensified regiments within highly dense gravitational fields, artificially created and deployed on Cooler planet no. 336. This planet was the new secret world for which Cooler was creating a more stronger force, in openly known circles it was known within the ranks that Cooler fancied the Emperor seat, which his younger brother currently occupied.
'Best I get out of here once we have made landing on the target planet… I may have a high power level now, though my power isn't to most highest among these… alien creatures.' She thought with disdain, hating weakness.
The pretty, but vain Salza and his two ugly cronies walked by them, heading up into the large transport that would be their ship, the rest of them followed them on board, she kept quiet while murmurs between others near to her could be heard, some gloating of battles to come and killing.
(Zangya-POV)
"We're entering PTO territory, last I remembered. So keep an eye out for patrols." Raditz said nearby, Zangya didn't acknowledge him with words, only a nod as she piloted the spacecraft with experience. Sixteen pointed forwards, right hand clutching the dragon radar. Only seventeen or so hours went by, and they were already on target for one of the balls, Bulma's tinkering and advanced technology with ship design paid off. Zangya blinked, huffing while she turned to face Raditz, he who stood behind her with arms folded and wearing a brand-new blue scouter, one which along with its primary functions, also allowed communication over vast distances, though not as face as the ship was capable of doing.
"The planet straight ahead, this device indicates we are on target for finding one of our targets. Zangya, Raditz and Sixteen turned back, Zangya's eyes widened in shock.
"You little brat, what are you doing here." Zangya's eyes narrowed, her gaze taking in the two. Trunks and his half sister Ursula were on board, Trunks somehow knocked out his eldest sister.
"Ah w-well, I wanted to come but she tried to s-stop me and well I over powered her and then I had to use 'Super Saiyan Two' to it and I got hungry so I-" Zangya rose a hand, pointing a finger at him, shooting him with a tiny sphere, hitting him square in the forehead. The sphere exploded, only doing enough damage to stop the stuttering brat from running his mouth like that, Raditz approaching them with his arms folded and like her, annoyed by his presence, Raditz also annoyed with the knocked out Ursula. Zangya didn't blame her of course, she must have underestimated the brat and got taken off guard. Raditz towered over Trunks, arms folded while he ate an apple and with some flare for dramatics, crushed said apple with his right fist.
"Your a Saiyan of course brat, though you've entered the wrong ship fool. I should get your fathers whatever number he labeled her as- wife to ring your father this instant. I would like to hear what he thinks of your presence on board my ship." Sixteen turned to them, Raditz paused as Sixteen spoke.
"We are touching down onto the planet, Zangya… concentrate, we might come down and crash if your not focused on the task at hand. Raditz, put the boy into a seat and belt him and the girl. Raditz scoffed, Zangya turned around to focus solely on the task of monitoring the ship and adjusting systems, bringing them down into the atmosphere while she heard Raditz sigh.
"Right kid, you heard the toaster. Take a seat young… young Saiyan. I'll put this one into her chair… Got to say, your sister is quite, eh- heavy…" Raditz wasn't struggling at all though Zangya knew he meant 'other' things, the girl was voluptuous compared to her mother, Blake after all. Short hair, cat ears… the black Saiyan tail, she grew up into a great beauty and like Pyrrha, Raven and herself, Ursula also grew well into a fighter than a normal ditzy girl like her eldest sister Jaina, much as Zangya knew of the matter being around them and all.
"Don't get any ideas fool. You'll be a dead man when we get back home. Now buckle up, I'm going into the atmosphere!" she quickly calibrated their descent, the planet itself a desert world… a shithole kind of place Zangya wouldn't normally find herself landing on, more along the lines of blowing such a place- bad for her complexion- into pieces that land. The planet also had, like earth, a number of cities littering the landscape with signs of intelligent life.
"When are-" Zangya coughed, silencing Bulma's and her own mate's son with a glare, silencing the boy while she initiated the landing procedures, finally touching down in the middle of a desert. Standing, she turned to the unconscious Ursula, nodding towards Trunks.
"You will be silent, follow orders and carry around your half-sister like baggage. I will mull over telling your father, you'll keep pace with us. We're not leaving our ship in the open, so I will be pocketing it while we make our search."
"The locals, they are approaching us." Sixteen pointed, Raditz clicked his tongue loudly, a smirk appearing on his smug mug.
"Let me. I've been on one planet for so long, I've almost forgotten the enjoyment of 'greeting' another species." Zangya once more ignored the idiot, instead leading Trunks off the ship by the shoulder, he now holding his half-sister in a maiden carry with ease. She maneuvered to the controls of the ship once outside, Sixteen, Trunks with Ursula and Raditz also stepping out with the latter moving slowly out from them to intercept these new arrivals. Clicking a button after accessing a security panel with her thumbprint, she sequenced the ship to enter its capsule state, catching said capsule-sealed ship with one hand after a poof of smoke erupted where the ship was previously.