Back in the U.S.S.R.

Cyril picked up Sora and tried to wake him up, but to no avail. Cyril slung him over his shoulder and took him with them. Cyril briefly wondered why the Guru was just sitting there.

Makoto watched.

Guru took out a bell jar, containing a broken figurine of Porunga, "A sacrifice must be made..."

"We killed Zayn, is that enough?" Artik piped in.

Guru shrugged, "Eh. Yeah."

The figurine of Porunga fixed itself and disappeared in a stream of ki. The clouds gathered and blocked out the suns. Porunga himself appeared with a flash of lightning. "YOU KILLED ME!!" Porunga rumbled in disbelief. "WHAT THE HELL?!"

Makoto sighed. "Porunga just let me make our wish so we don't have to see eachother again for awhile?"

Porunga growled. "No rest for the all-powerful." The dragon appeared to sigh. "Who's wish and what is it?"

Riza looked at the dragon. "Im making a wish in place of my father. I wish for Melody Dragosilver to be cured of her ailments!"

"You realize that... you know what? Whatever. It is done." Porunga went back into the dragon balls, laughing. The skies cleared and the dragon balls spread over Namek.

Artik winced, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Ahhhh," he sighed in annoyance at stupidity in the air. He held a mason jar containing that Rick Astley dust that HEALED EVERYONE OF EVERYTHING, but only in noncombat.

Cyril spread his arms, silently questioning the stupidity of the wish. "I AM FROM A RACE THAT IS SO RIDICULOUSLY ADVANCED THAT WE ACCIDENTALLY CAUSED YEMMA TO CREATE THIS UNIVERSE. A RACE, MORE SPECIFICALLY, THAT HAS INNATE HEALING ABILITIES."

Makoto looked at Cyril. "If your race is so amazing then how come you got wiped out by another?"

Cyril twitched, "We created it, so naturally they were powerful and well made." Cyril also muttered something about fixed points in time. "Besides, we came back in full power and won did we not?"

Makoto chuckled. "Yes with the help of my race. And besides, being able to reset genetics is complete bullshit and something that no one should be able to do."

"The 100 soldiers there was not even a fraction of the Seraph forces. They were a poor contingency at best." Cyril snorted. "Perhaps not something the Saiyans should. Morals and philosophy don't seem to be their strong point. It's just a bit of complex biology."

Makoto looked back at Cyril. "Seems your race as something of a god complex going on. And I thought the Saiyan race was arrogant."

"We are far from that." Cyril laughed. His face and wings slowly dropped and he thought of something. He shook his head as if shaking away the thoughts. "So, who is Melody?"

Makoto looked over at Riza. "She is the woman I love....Apparently Riza cured her from something." Makoto then looked back at Cyril. "Well....."

Artik looked at Makoto, noting his right-wing "Altering genetics is ungodly" statement.

"So... we done here?" Cyril still had Sora strung over his shoulder.

Makoto nodded. "Yep." He stepped inside the ship. "Lets get out of here."

Cyril swept everyone inside and they were taken to where they needed to be.

END.