Hello, Goodbye

Artik sat on his throne. "Okrah."

"Sir," the steward asked.

"I... find Cyril and a Saiyan named Zayn. And arrange for an address to the people of Vegeta.

"I will teleport them here."

((Anyone can join, just say Okrah appeared and teleported them to the Vegetian throne room.))

((For the record the people of Vegeta will not know who Makoto as he was never there to be seen by them))

Cyril appeared and looked mildly annoyed, "Yes what is it now Artik?"

Artik sighed, eyes sorrowful. "I... I needed to speak to you, Cyril." He sighed again.

Cyril rubbed his face and sighed. He knew he shouldn't be cross with Artik right now. "What is it?" Cyril asked delicately.

"I haven't," he hung his head down, "found any way to bring him back..."

"We both knew it was inevitable." Cyril began softly, "It was... for the best." Cyril didn't like talking ill of the dead and he let the statement hang in the air. "Makoto could not have gone on in his current state like that. There was no help to be had." Cyril also didn't like sugarcoating things.

Zayn was teleported to planet Vegeta "how the neck I got here".

Artik, not looking up, nodded slowly. He then, still not looking, spoke to Zayne. "Giraffe."

"You were teleported here by another Saiyan. This is the home of the Saiyans, Vegeta." In a lower voice Cyril addressed Zayn, "I know you will not be very upset at this news but please, any disrespect and there will be another "lesson."
Makoto is dead."

Zayn wanted to laugh, but he didn't intend on getting another beat down "giraffe what?. He didn't care that much for the death of Makato "so how the los- honorable guy died?".

Artik narrowed his eyes at the Saiyan, his hair turned yellow, full of rage. He nearly obliterated the man on the spot. "Hello, Zayn. I've been wanting to meet you."

Cyril backed away, Zayn was on his own.

Artik clapped and opened his hands, gesturing all about, calming down some. "Judging by the throne room, the palace, and my crown, I'd say that I am the King of Vegeta, of Saiyans."

Cyril observed silently, just a bit amused. He was not very worried either. Zayn was no longer his responsibility.

Riza was all of a sudden standing in the Vegeta royal palace. It had looked just like his father had said. He look around but when he saw the orange Saiyan he smiled. "Artik!"

Zayn look around the place "wow I always wanted to come here". He saw as another person came, "so how many people you teleported here".

Artik's jaw opened slowly, staring at Riza. "I... Riza? Where have you been?" Artik's eyes flashed over Zayn, "just you two."

Cyril smiled brightly immediately seeing the resemblance between Riza and Makoto. Cyril offered his hand to Riza, "You must be Makoto's son! You look so much alike!"

Riza blinked. "What do you mean Artik? I was with you on Krageta's ship just a little while ago." Riza then turned to Cyril and shook his hand. "So you know my father as well?" Makoto smiles. "Can you tell me where he is?"

Zayn stared at Attic and Cyril waiting for there response to what the saiyan had said. He back up slowly, not trying to say the bad news about Makato.

Artik frowned, "I did something, Riza. Something terrible. It was an accident, but... I erased him from existance," against his better judgement, put a hand on his shoulder, "and, um... you've been gone for a couple of years, now..."

Cyril shifted uncomfortably.

Riza's face went blank. "You did what...." He threw Artik's hand off of him. "How could you.." Riza said. As he spoke his body shook with a mixture of rage and grief. "Out of everyone he trusted you!" Riza yelled. Riza wasn't even able to look at Artik. "You were like a brother to him! How could you do that to him! After everything you have been through together!"