Huzzah! Finally hitting the double digits for this story. I will admit that I had my reservations about writing within Super's timeline until the series was over. By the time they do, I doubt I would pull myself to write about Saiya-jin fusing together into a powerful warrior, raising hell, and causing mischief.

Who here thought that episodes 109-110 were completely insane? I confess that I was seriously about to write a one-shot of that battle, but then, I was kind of over the hype.

(Toei, why do you torture me with this awesomeness I, as a writer, don't deserve to witness?)

Then again, if I did try to write it, I'd probably pull the same crap I did with Whis' time reversal—which I defend again that I am a writer. Until Toriyama explains these concepts along with the thousands of other backstories that we may never get answers to, I'm sure I can make up whatever I want to try and create an interesting plot, even if it ends up not being right.

Case in point: the fusion of Kelfa. I was actually kind of surprised the potara fusion ended differently from what I imagined, but again, I wrote it BEFORE it was brought up. I suppose now I'll have to come up with a creative way to cover that obvious plot hole when the time comes. Thankfully, I already thought of one, so we'll see if I need to use it later in this story.

Going along with everyone else, I wonder if the Grand Priest is truly evil. Then again, it might be too obvious if he were secretly evil. Hey, we've all been misled about corrupt figures of power before, so I'm certain there's someone pulling strings behind the curtains. That or our little Zenos are more than meets the eye—I mean evil demon children are still a thing, yeah?

Alright, I should stop rambling since this note became pretty freaking long. For those of you wanting to know about Sifir's goals, you won't be disappointed. As for the emperor, you will meet him soon enough.

#abusepotaranerf

An earthquake jolted Vegeta out of his training, his mind quickly flashing to Bulma. He turned off the gravity room and ran towards the building where he felt her energy steady, not wavering in the slightest. Upon entering the kitchen, he found her underneath the table, wisely protecting herself and the unborn child she carried. Relieved, the prince nearly turned to head back to training when the radio static suddenly cleared.

"We interrupt this broadcast to let everyone know of an attack in Lake City," an announcer's voice crackled through the static. "A strange spaceship landed without warning and a lizard-like creature emerged..."

Vegeta growled, not really pleased that an alien invader had the gall to come to Earth to wreak havoc. He turned to his wife out of concern, knowing that he would sooner die than let her get killed needlessly again, especially since she was with child.

'Better take care of this before the clown gets here,' Vegeta thought and flew off to where the disturbance was taking place.

Bulma watched her husband leave and wondered for a fleeting moment if Vegeta would be alright. Clutching the slight round belly, she contemplated contacting Whis to get Goku's attention—she wanted to ensure there was an extra measure of security when it came to alien invaders, and considering her husband may need assistance.

Pride be damned, Bulma knew it would not hurt, yet, she could imagine the prince more than likely complaining about her tact later. Reached for the kitchen drawer, the heiress reached where she kept one of the communicators as a backup when the earth suddenly trembled again. She barely drew her arm back under the table in fright when part of the ceiling collapsed from above her from her hiding place. It broke in sections, kicking up dust that made her cough.

'I really wish I wasn't pregnant right now...' Bulma cleared her throat, waiting for the earthquake to cease before trying again.

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Explosions tore through the buildings causing people to flee in absolute terror of Sifir sent another into a tall skyscraper. Glass and debris rained down, causing major chaos and screams of terror echoed throughout the area. While he had thought of largely sparing the human populace, he seemed bothered by the looks he had received. He had decided to lure the Saiya-jins to him rather than hunt them down. Considering the size of the world, he could have gone directly to their locations, but he was more of a man who preferred utilizing whatever means necessary to get what he desired.

Sifir's efforts were rewarded when the screen above his eye flashed to life, a few circles crossed his screen with alien figures that estimated their arrival.

"Seems the monkeys have come out to play," Sifir grinned wickedly. "Kadin, keep the ship on standby. This shouldn't take long to kill these weaklings."

"Acknowledged," Kadin confirmed over the com link with the lizard-like alien whose gaze fell upon a young man wearing a white dress shirt, gray pants and glasses.

"What are you doing here?" Gohan questioned aggressively. He had been at a conference a few blocks away when he felt the earth shudder and learned about the news report. Leaving abruptly, the last thing he would have considered was an alien causing a ruckus, but apparently, he knew that this was bad news if he was attacking the citizens mercilessly.

"I came to ensure the last of the Saiya-jins meets a swift end," Sifir gave the young man a once over. "Though I'm a bit surprised that you considered a path of intellect over destruction like your ancestors. I could easily overlook having to either capture or kill you in you if you leave."

"Not happening," Gohan's eyes narrowed as he removed his glasses, becoming serious. "You're threatening not only my family, but my friends as well."

Sifir was not surprised when Gohan rejected the offer. Then again, this was what he had hoped for—the Saiya-jin to refuse the easy way out. "Don't say I didn't warn you monkey."

Gohan raised his energy, the white aura flaring around him. His voice reverberated against the buildings as the aura shifted a golden hue, his hair becoming blonde. In seconds, he transformed into a Super Saiya-jin, his teal irises glaring coldly at his enemy who seemed undeterred from the might.

"Come at me whenever you're ready," Sifir challenged, almost though gloating the young man to attack first.

"I will!" Gohan growled, his voice deeper as he lunged forward. Sifir grinned.

'At least he'll provide me some decent entertainment... for a time...' Sifir thought to himself—waiting for the young half-breed to close in before unleashing his might.

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Across the cosmos, Goku was attempting to hit Whis to no avail. The angel managed to not only outmatch the Earth-raised Saiya-jin in speed, but also in movement. Every strike was either deflected or dodged by the blue-skinned being. It was almost though he gaged Goku's attacks before they struck and dodged with little effort whatsoever.

Ultra Instinct—or the mastery of self-movement—was still beyond this mortal's current ability and expertise. Yet, Whis knew that it would only be a matter of time that his protégé may in time learn the secrets and be able to effectively utilize it to his benefit in combat.

However, today would not be that day as he finally ended this charade by striking Goku against his back to the ground, forcing the young Saiya-jin to eat dirt.

"How about we take a break?" Whis questioned, turning to face the warrior who he had effectively face planted only moments ago. The young Saiya-jin recovered, spitting the blades of grass out of his mouth.

"Sounds good," Goku rubbed his tongue against his wrist guard in disgust. He stood up and dusted himself off, turning to Whis, whose staff suddenly began to blink. "Um... Lord Whis... I think your staff thingy is blinking..."

"Hm?" Whis glanced at his staff and blinked once. "Oh, I must have forgotten to visit Bulma recently since I've been overseeing your training." The angel seemed a bit puzzled and tapped the staff against the ground. The action projected a green holographic image above the circular object resting on top of the sacred object he always toted along. What he was not expecting was a frazzled woman clutching the device like a lifeline under a table surrounded by fallen objects and debris. "Well, that place looks rather interesting..."

"I'm not in the mood right now Whis! Is Goku there with you?" Bulma shouted angrily at the blue-skinned man for his poor attempt at humor. Tears stung the corner of her eyes—her patience nearly tested for what she had to endure to make this call.

"He is," Whis answered coolly.

"Well, tell him to get to Earth right now! There's someone wreaking havoc not far from here!" Bulma winced, holding the curve of her belly as the earth quaked yet again.

"Are you alright? You look a little swollen..." Goku was perplexed. "Did you eat so much food that you become fat?"

"I'm pregnant!" Bulma yelled at the clueless Saiya-jin who wisely backed away from the angry, childbearing woman projected in the air. The heiress had wanted nothing more than to strangle Goku for the senseless comment about him calling her fat. "Just get back to Earth and help before things get worse!"

"Yes mam!" Goku winced at the scathing tone, not liking it whenever women were being so bossy. He wondered how Vegeta managed to deal with her overbearing personality. Thankfully, the image vanished, but the idea of keeping her waiting was not in his best interests. Turning to the angel, the Saiya-jin grimaced, hoping that his presence would soothe the angry woman's temperament. The last thing he needed was to be reminded by another scolding.

"I suppose this concludes our training for some time then," Whis noted the pale expression on the younger man's face, one that seemed afraid of going back to Earth. While the planet itself was in danger, he was more afraid of facing the woman who called him—afraid of the possible beast that had yet to be fully unleashed if he dare refused her summons.

"Yeah, I'm sorry Whis, I better go or else Vegeta might end up beating whoever he's fighting..." It was then Goku suddenly remembered the earring that had been sitting on his nightstand for months unbothered. "...oh yeah! I need..."

"...this?" Whis pulled out the potara earring and handed it to the Earth-raised Saiya-jin. "Honestly, I don't see why you need to hang on to it when I'm fairly certain Vegeta wasn't happy using it the last time..."

"I'm not sure if he still has his, but if he does, maybe we can use these to beat this guy if he's too tough," Goku grinned with confidence as his hand curled into a fist, clutching the jeweled object quite eagerly. Pressing his fingers to his brow, he focused on whatever high energy he could find fighting the latest threat.

"Just be careful," Whis reminded the Saiya-jin. Goku looked at him for a moment before he managed to lock on someone's energy. Within moments, he vanished, heading back to Earth to confront his latest challenge. "Hm... I suppose I should check up on Lord Beerus, considering he's more than likely still asleep..."

Turning on heel, the angel walked towards the temple, a small smile gracing his otherwise usually calm and emotionless expression.