Everyone lets out a sigh of relief. Vegeta grunted, crossing his arms.
Vegeta: You're lucky you made it in time, Kokerat, *he muttered,* Or I'd kick your ass outa our solar system.
Small groups of heroes stood scattered along the battlefield. Looking up at the main threat. Goten and Melody.
Krillin: *He wiped the sweat off his brow.* Wow, that was close...
Piccolo: *Piccolo nodded.* Too close... for comfort.
Gohan: *Gohan inched closer.* I'm so glad to see you, for a moment I thought you weren't going to make it back in time.
Vegeta: *He shrugged it off, like it was no big deal.* Pfft. Did you really think I'd die out there?
Gohan: *Gohan just rolled his eyes.* Just as arrogant as always I see. *He turned to face his father.* How do we end this without turning it into a funeral?
Goku: *Son Goku frowned, thoughtfully.* Good question...
Vegeta: Not wanting to sound arrogant or anything, but I've been perfecting a new technique. It might proof useful. *Vegeta stated smugly.*
Goku: *He raised an eyebrow.* A new technique, huh? Let's hear it.
Vegeta: The Mafuba, it's an evil containment wave. Maybe we could use it to vacuum Ozark's essence from the kids.
Piccolo: *Piccolo nodded, thinking it over.* It has potential. But we need a secure container to hold it.
Trunks: What about the dragon balls? Destroy them afterwards and have Dende make Earth a new set, *Trunks pitched in.*
Piccolo: *Piccolo nodded slowly.* That could work—if we're absolutely sure the Mafuba can isolate the Ozark essence. If we mess this up, we're sealing away them, and not the corruption.
Goku: *Goku grinned.* Then let's get this done with!
Vegeta: *He scoffed.* You make it sound easy.
Gohan: *Gohan clenched his fists.* Because we have to make it sound easy. We need to make it sound like there's no room for mistakes.
As Goten and Melody's glowing figures loomed over them—the air humming with unstable energy—the plan was set. Seal the darkness. Or lose them forever.