Makoto stepped down on a plateau and examined his surroundings. This was a place he knew rather well. A long long time ago his parents had brought him here. He remembered the sweet breeze running through his hair and the crystalline water around his legs. As he turned his head he noticed however that all of the trees that were in this area had been removed by something. Makoto's anger twitched slightly as he didn't like memories to be messed with. Looking down at the radar he held in his hand Makoto tried to pinpoint the area where the blinking orange dot was in the terrain. Makoto felt a little anxious. If he remembered correctly this area was filled with networks of underground tunnels that could be bouncing the signal. There was no way to tell where the dragonball was specifically. All he knew was that this area was where he needed to look. He jumped down from the plateau and had began to simply walk along the ground. If he was lucky the dragonball would just be sitting on the surface of the blue grass so he could save the time that would be spent hunting underground. As he walked Makoto's thoughts drifted away from thoughts of the dragonballs to thoughts of Cyril. Makoto sympathized with the Seraph. At one point Makoto had also been the last of his kind. Until Artik helped him revive the Saiyan race. Makoto however also had a small hatred of the Seraph for the way he acted. Then there was Artik. Makoto's oldest friend. Makoto hated Artik just for being well....Artik. As he walked along the plains for longer and longer he found himself focusing less on what he had to do. Memories had once again floated to the top of his mind. The first time he and Krageta met was at a restaurant. He had gone in for a cup of coffee and she had remarked on his tail. He had asked her who she was, to which she replied that she was Vegeta's brother. What shocked her is that Makoto was actually her great great great nephew. He helped her quit that job and fix her ship. Krageta helped Makoto with a lot of his issues while he in turn taught her how to fight. They spent a lot of time together collecting dragonballs to cure her illness. Makoto was happy now that he had family again. When she found her husband however a lot of that changed. Zues and Makoto were always at eachother's throats, they even tried to kill eachother on multiple occasions. There was one point where Makoto had even tried to kill Krageta herself. Eventually Krageta took back rule of Vegeta from him as Makoto had become an outcast among his own species. However Makoto still protected them. Once Krageta became a mother though Makoto retook the throne and watched Krageta lose contact with him up until the present day. The memories made Makoto frown. He still worried about his aunt a lot. Was she doing alright? Was Zues treating her well? How was her child? All these questions flashed across Makoto's mind like pre movie ads on an IMAX screen. Makoto rolled his eyes. Sometimes his mind came up with some pretty pathetic things. That brought him to another point though. Makoto still sometimes felt that his mind was a separate entity from him. Like his darker side for instance. How exactly does that work. It had to be a part of him somewhere but yet it could still fight him for control. Were there two people occupying the same body? The thought frightened Makoto so he decided not to dwell on it. What he needed to focus on was finding the dragon ball. If he could get the wish he needed then everything would be fixed. Part of him worried that Cyril would stop him. He knew Cyril would stop at nothing to bring his people back. Maybe there was someway to convince him to let Makoto have the wish. Makoto shook his head. No that would never happen. Makoto noticed something glint out of the corner of his eye. He walked over and picked up a large orange ball. "There we go. This will be number five I think." Makoto held the orb tight and flew back to rejoin his companions.
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