Artik had brought everyone to Vegeta for a speech. To his sides were those who fought with him. Off the balcony he was speaking from, below him, were soldiers. Saiyan, Seraph, and, quite difficult for Artik to manage, Tuffle. He cleared his throat, his magneficent crimson and black robes swaying slightly as he gestured, "Friends, comrades, mi amore amici. You have fought valiently. And we sustained great loss. But! But... we saved the Earth. And we proved that the North, and yes, East Galaxies are not to be trifled with! An old, very old, song once spoke of laying down our differences, and embracing, 'a Brotherhood of Man,' well, as you can tell, that's quite the ancient song, from before Earth became aware of the Saiyans, the Tuffles, and our Seraph neighbors. Well, this song, although dates tells us to 'Imagine' ourselves without war. My friends, I hope we have an eduring period of peace. Between te Tuffles, and my Saiyans." Artik bowed, as the crowd gave much more applause than expected, "I turn the mic over to the President of Earth, the leader of Heaven, and a terrific man, my friend, Cyril."
