Just as Thast was about to enter the path Yin had discovered, he would be caught by Alexis who explained Tora had managed to get the door open. This seemed odd. Wasn't Tora drunk just a few moments ago? The pajama wearing brawler didn't seem like the science type. "A pretty stinky way?" Thast would walk over the the now messed up panel to see it was covered by some sort of liquid. At first he thought nothing of it, but soon he realized what that smell was. Did he really just... Never mind, it worked after all.

The earthling would follow behind Alexis as she guided them further into the tomb. The walls though. They caught Thast's attention. He didn't know much about the Saiyans, but he did notice a symbol on the one called "Goku". It read "Turtle". Thast would pull out the journal he had found on a mysterious Island a few days ago. The symbol on the front of the book matched Goku's! Perhaps this "Turtle School" was where this great warrior trained. In one part of the wall, he would see a man preforming the Kamehameha! The very same move he taught himself from using the journal. The earthling would take out a camera and begin taking photographs of the wall. Perhaps these would lead him to the mysterious turtle school back on earth.

Eventually, the group would reach a fork in the road. There was the left path that radiated a strange glow, and then the right path that was dark but buzzing. Opting to not have to fight blindly, Thast would point in the direction of the dim left corridor and suggest "Two paths, one is unlit and the other is. A dark path means we could be ambushed. By that logic alone, I think we should head to the left."

Though he made a strong argument, he quickly realized he would have to spin it in a way the majin's and a drunken Tora would understand. He decided to entice them by saying, "Ya know guys, I hear that paths that go to the left usually lead to dinning rooms. Maybe, if we're lucky we could find some awesome snacks down that way?" He would then give a wink to Alexis, trying to convey that he was trying to manipulate the Majins.

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Ala smiled and shook her head softly at Kho as the group entered the tomb. The younger Majin was still curious about Tora's drunken antics. The elder Majin gave him a motherly look, waging a finger before his face as she addressed him sternly. "What he did was gross, and you're too little to see it. Maybe when you're older, now stop asking about it or I'm gonna get mad..." Her idle threats trailed off, they didn't need much repeating. Khoshai had seen her mad, his imagination could do the rest. It was enough to keep him mostly silent as the group walked the damp halls of Vegeta's tomb.

With little else inside to command her attention, Ala gazed keenly at the frescos that adorned the halls. She recognized bits and pieces, especially some of the people from when she was really little. They were Majin Buu's friends, but Ala had been too young then to spend any time with them. Her attention had lie with the rest of her Majin siblings and their aloof progenitor. Something caught Ala's attention, and she stopped dead in her tracks. Eye glued on the wall, frantically scanning over the images before her. "Majin Buu..." She said softly under her breath, floating up to the relief and placing her hand on her father's visage. The image depicted him emerging from his Sealed Ball to the horror of the Z-Fighters.

"Dad?" She whispered aloud, eyes running over the images of Buu. Killing Dabura, fighting the Z-Fighters, transforming into Super Buu... Killing everyone on Earth. Majin Ala's mind was racing, Buu had never told her any of these things. He never told her much of anything. She knew he'd been bad in the past, but she didn't know he blew up the Earth. Ala's attention snapped back as she felt Khoshai prodding her side as he pointed to an image of Kid Buu. "Yah..." Ala said simply, blinking back tears. Her gaze hung on the images of Majin Buu on Earth. Fighting Super Saiyan 3 Goku, Vegea's Final Explosion, Buu's Human Extinction Attack. "You never told me you were a monster too..." The Majin woman said to herself, her voice barely above a whisper.

The Buu she had known was fun loving, a friend to all, but this, this made so much more sense to Ala. She looked down as her hands, clenching them into tight fists. Buu killed, Buu destroyed planets, Buu devoured the Kais themselves. It explained why she had been headed down the same path. The apple had not fallen far from the tree, though Ala had been kept blinded from so much of the truth. Suddenly her eyes went wild and fierce, and Ala took her clenched fist and threw a savage punch at the image of her father. "You never told me!" She roared out in anger, the force of the blow sending hurricane force winds whipping down the halls. Her fist stopped a millimeter from the stony wall, and hung there for a second. She stared at it for a moment, then vented a spout of steam from her body.

Majin Ala withdrew her fist, whipping the tears from her eyes as she let out a long sigh. "Now you're gone... and you left me with so much I wanted to ask you..." Buu had vanished eons ago, returning to his primordial slumber. In his wake he had left Ala and the rest of her kind to fend for themselves in the cold uncaring universe. A part of her still resented him for it, and yet Ala couldn't bring herself to give in to her anger. She was supposed to be better than that now. Buu had been a monster, but he'd changed. She was supposed to be doing the same. Majin Buu couldn't change the past, neither could Ala. But she could make a better future for the people she cared about. Her gaze shifted to Khoshai and Tora, and Ala silently steeled her resolve. She forced aside her negative emotions, continuing to follow Alexis as she led the group deeper into the tombs.

Despite her silent promises to herself, Ala was visibly more sullen since seeing the frescos of her absentee father. She walked with arms crossed in irritation, her long tail swishing behind her. When the group came to the fork in the hallway, Ala simply furrowed her brow as she studied her options. "I could check both paths." Ala noted simply, quickly splitting in half as her rubbery body formed two perfect doppelgangers. "Unless you guys think I shouldn't." Majin Ka finished her clone's sentence for her, each of the two Majin women looking down a different corridor.

While Thast had provided a logical assessment to their dilemma, Ala and Ka had mostly ignored what he had to say. His comments on food fell on the Majins' deaf ears, as she knew he was just trying to get on her good side. "I don't think there's any snacks that way." Ala commented simply, though Khoshai seemed to have taken the bait. "But..." Ka added, turning to her younger companion. "If there is, it's okay if we get food first." Majin Ka took off after Khoshai as he wandered down the left, while Ala remained to see what the rest of the group's decision would be.

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The team following Alexis almost universally agreed to take the left path as soon as they were presented with the dilemma. Or, more accurately, Thast made the decision, then tricked the two Majins into following him on it by stating that there might be food down there. Alexis was about to protest, only to realize the kind of long con which her Earthling partner was playing. They're going to need the help of the Majins, for sure, so attracting them with promises of snacks to follow the same path as the rest of the team made a lot of sense.

Meanwhile, Tora approached the blonde woman directly, his drunkenness apparently fading away somewhat, and the Earthling martial artist asking on what kind of trouble Alexis had gotten him into. Now it was her turn o tell a little white lie - after all, Tora seemed to be one of those annoying righteous types who wouldn't ever dare to rob a grave in their life. He declined her offer at first, after all - can't he understand that all the riches people throw into graves are nobody's at this point? Nobody needs them...

"Oh, it ain't much!" Alexis exclaimed in response, in her usual glee. "Me, Thast and your pupil Khoshai are just goin' on a fun explorin' adventure, and ya promised to follow us so you could keep yer ere on Kho, yep! As for that presence..."

Alexis turned towards the left exit, her eyes staring into the flickering faint light in the distance as the blonde girl pressed her hands on her thighs in an enthusiastic pose.

"Well, we ain't gonna find out nothin' about what's causin' it if we don't head down there to find out! Let's go, folks!"



Compared to the highly decorated corridor leading towards the branch, the left path seemed completely undecorated and bland, and almost entirely composed of a staircase after staircase leading ever deeper into the tomb. They must have been at least over a hundred meters below the ground at this point, if not more. Alexis, however, did not seem to yield even one bit despite the distant lengths she had to descend, leading the team until they reached a room which appeared to be as nondescript as the staircase which preceded it.

The source of the light which both the blonde girl and several of her allies picked up turned out to be a few purple candles, or something which looked like candles, lined up across the room's walls. Seeing as they were still burning with nothing maintaining them for hundreds of years, it was no ordinary fire at all. However, what anyone who stepped foot into the room would notice a lot more quickly is that this room was pretty much immersed in magic.

And no ordinary magic, either. A spell had been cast in the room long ago which distorted all sources of ki in its range, messing with the user's abilities to project their strength in specific fields and assigning them to others. People who would speed around the battlefield like cheetahs would suddenly find themselves slowed and their innate potential tranferred to raw endurance. People who specified in drawing out raw strength to overpower their opponent would suddenly find themselves unable to project squat, but their fists able to strike more accurately than ever before. Saiyans certainly couldn't have cast such a spell themselves, especially not the Saiyans of Vegeta's era. Was it a friendly magician, or perhaps even a Kai? The Z-Fighters had a lot of generous friends and allies.

Alexis, who didn't really feel anything, merely shrugged and moved on, towards the door on the other side of the room. "I think we're not far away from the main prize! If the map serves correct, it should be only a few rooms away and-"

The blonde girl made the mistake of suddenly touching the door, which activated the trap laid down in the room. The corridor behind the team suddenly sealed shut, while the sound of locks turning indicated that the exit was not yet an option either. Meanwhile, a few tiles in the floor opened, platforms rising from below to unveil two identical humanoid figures, one on each side of the room.



Anyone who was at least somewhat familiar with Saiyan culture had seen what Prince Vegeta looked like - or, well, supposedly looked like, hundreds of years of cultural changes eroded plenty of the details. And the two robots which arrived on platforms on each side of the room certainly bore the resemblance to the legendary Saiyan warrior whose grave they were desecrating - except for their faces obscured by a metallic panel, a single eye in the center.

The two Vegeta-bots looked worn down by the centuries of non-maintenance, but were still operational. A familiar logo - the C of the Capsule Corporation - was emblazoned on their Battle Armor, although it was fairly obvious that the Capsule Corp of today had nothing to do with this trap.

And the Vegeta-bots looked pissed. Without prior warning, both of the bots suddenly moved their hands forward, charging their artificial energy in front of them in the form of the legendary Final Flash technique, Vegeta's signature move. Seeing as they were willing to resort to such a powerful attack from the beginning, it was pretty clear that the room was likely built to withstand such blows... if there alreasy weren't enough quirks and mysteries surrounding it.

"Eep!" Alexis exclaimed, leaping to the side while the two Vegeta-bots fired synthetic Final Flashes at the congregation of grave robbers in the center of the room.

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So the reports weren't lying, nor were they overblowing the scale of the incident. The entire Four Roses Bar had been destroyed to shreds, nothing but smouldering ruins and several corpses left of what was once one of the most popular stops in this hemisphere. Sergeant Koraze looked down upon the ruins from above, his muscular arms folded, while the rest of his unit were investigating the ruins, searching for survivors and questioning them for the most minute details.

Until soon, they found someone who could talk. One of the bartenders of the bar, who had made the lucky decision to flee from the building as soon as the pub fight broke out, and thus now lived to tell the tale. And, immediately upon the sight of Saiyan law enforcement, he began to exclaim in fright:

"The Tomb! The Tomb! The Tomb of Prince Vegeta!"

"Calm down, civilian!" Koraze roared with a thunderous voice and landed on the ground in front of the detained bartender. "Now explain yourself."

"There was, uh... one of the people who started the pub fight... he stood up and told everyone something about grave robbing... and uh..."

The Saiyan officers holding up the bartender looked at each other, eyebrows raised. The bartender continued:

"And that man... and the Earthling who used an energy beam to destroy the bar... they're allies, and after the fight, they left together... with a few others... If they talk about grave robbing, then there is only one grave which they might want to rob around here... so, I though..."

Koraze's eyes suddenly turned towards the two Saiyan soldiers who introduced themselves as guards of Prince Vegeta's Tomb, and even though he really did not ask for helf, offered to help with the investigation.

"Why are you here, you stupid mongrels?!"

The two guards immediately tensed in fright, but offered no answer. Koraze let out a sigh. If what the witness was saying was true, this was an emergency of the highest order - the tomb of Prince Vegeta is under threat. This was not something the police can handle, they're going to need all the assets available.

"Call up the Royal Guards Division." Even if this turns out to be a dud, at least it will serve as a reminder to those arrogant elites that they shouldn't let their guard down...



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well well, it looked like the earthling's little trap had worked. Ala may have been smart enough to figure him out, but the kid seemed to fall for it. One way or another, Thast had managed to trick the majority of the group into heading down the dim path. Everything seemed to be going fine until Tora began to come too. He would hear Alexis little lie and try to piggy back in it, "Yeah! You even un-grounded Khoshai, isn't that right?" The earthling would nudge the young majin with his left elbow, trying to get him to play along as well. The more voices they had to convince Tora the better after all.

As they continued down the path, Thast would take note of the sparsely decorated halls. It appeared they became more and more featureless as the party progressed. This didn't sit well with the earthling. Something seemed wrong here, but he couldn't put his finger on it. "Well aside from the annoyingly long star cases, there doesn't seem to be any danger. I'm sure we'll find that dining room eventually!" Thast would reassure the majins. After a few minutes of walking, the group would finally discover the source of the light. Apparently they were simple candles, or were they? They had been lit for quite some time. Thast would take one step into the room, and begin to feel a great shift. He felt slower, yet more bulky, and weaker, yet more precise. What was going on here? "Guys, do you all feel that too?"

It seemed as the second he asked the question, their blonde tour guide would set off a trap. Oh boy... In truth, he had no room to talk, he destroyed the entire bar after all. Though Thast had not been familiarized with the Saiyan's culture itself, he had seen pictures of the prince on the walls. It appeared that the trap had set off two drones resembled the prince greatly. "Well, I guess we're going to brawl then!"

Thast would begin to power up, it was about to be time for another Kamehameha! But he would feel something different. His power had been sapped by the rooms magic. He would need to make an alternate plan of attack. In the mean time, he would take the blunt of the androids' first attack!

The earthling would create an orb in each hand, one white, and one black. He would then fire each orb at a different robot. "Take this you freaks!"

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Ala grimaced as the androids seemed to shrug off most incoming attacks, they were stronger than they let on. She hated not being able to sense their ki, almost as much as she hated the magic of this room. She was going to dispel it by whatever means necessary once these two were dealt with. When the androids attacked once more, the Majin found herself too slow to avoid the attacks within the narrow confines of this room. If the magic in place hadn't been present, things would be different. For now she'd have to make due. Ala steadied herself, throwing up a Protective Bubble around herself to weather the storm of the Vegetabots' attacks.


Majin Ala's barrier quickly cracked, and she was piercing clean through by the attack. Her hand clutched at the wound in her midsection, bored into her by the combined energy wave. "That... HURT!" She roared out in anger as her injuries quickly regenerated as if nothing had happened at all. No blood was drawn, no disemboweled organs, just pink rubbery Majin goo refilling the wound until it was good as new. "Now I'm angry!" The Majin woman added, never one to mince words in combat.

Pink spheres of energy formed at each of the Majin's hands, and she grinned a fanged smile as she pooled her ki at her palms. A moment later Ala fired her attack, as twin Vanishing Beams arced across the room in deadly beams of pink ki. Each aimed at a different target, the Majin's signature attack was a deadly mixture of magic and ki. Not all attacks are created equal though, as Ala's fighting style was as chaotic as her very nature as a Majin. Her left handed beam boasted greater speed, and therefore accuracy, whereas her right claimed superior power allowing it strike harder. The Vanishing Beam could debilitate opponents with even a glancing blow, and only the strongest could hope to avoid its disabling effects. Though in this battle, Ala sorely wished she could draw upon her full strength. Still, the magic of her energy beams should outweigh what raw energy she could not muster. Or so she hoped.

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All the earthling could do was watch as their first round of attacks had proved to not be very effective against the Vegeta bots. Even the initial attack of the two majins failed to do serious harm! Then the androids' counter attack would come, a pair of synthetic final flashes soon engulfed the inside of the tomb. Thast would disappear and reappear ten feet behind the robotic pair. As he did, Tora and Ala had already begun to launch their attacks. It seemed they needed to buy time for Khoshai to power up his best technique. Hopefully it would be enough, because Thast himself had decided he wanted to end this fight quickly. It was about to be a repeat of the scenario back at the bar. "Hey metal freaks! Take this!"

Cupping his hands together and placing them at his right side, another orb of grey energy would appear between his fingers. It was time for another Kamahameha, or at least he thought so. "Yin Yang Kamahameha!" The same beam of destructive energy from the bar would shoot out of the earthling's hands towards one of the robots. He just hoped it would be enough to do some real damage! "Alright! Khoshai now!" 

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"...Guys? Guys, ya know I'm still 'ere, right?"

Nope, Alexis's teammates were going crazy. Ala was going mad and peppering the poor Vegeta bots with powerful energy blast, a few of her Vanishing beams seeking striking them in their energy cores and leaving them temporarily malfunctioning, turning movement and defensive countermeasures into a struggle. Tora soon pinned one of the bots down, shouting to the rest of his teammates, Khoshai specifically, to blast them with the largest attacks possible.

And she was here, pretty much in the middle of this mess, about to watch the whole room get showered with some of the most powerful energy attacks in this Galaxy.

"What a bother..." Alexis muttered underneath her breath, waving her hand across the air and casting a few incantations, suspending herself in a bubble of frozen spacetime, safe from the destructive impact of the impending blasts, where she could watch the fight unfold alongside her dolls. Surprisingly, however, this was not the end of the battle. The Vegeta bots quickly registered the power of the techniques heading their way and suddenly leapt into the air, flashing in and out of vision as they flew faster than the untrained eye could register, getting out of the way of the incoming attacks.

The bot whom Khoshai had blasted previously landed back on the floor with a soft thud, its structure slowly rebuilding and reconstruction, several pulses of nanobots flooding its arms and repairing the received damage. Its partner, on the other hand, remained in the air, clasping its hands in a different form, similar to the long lost Galick Gun technique, an another one of Vegeta's trademark techniques. After a few seconds of charge, the bot tossed its arms forward to release a blast of purple synthetic ki at the opponents below/

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With a flash of blue light Tora evaded the purple beam of destructive energy, growling under his breath. Khoshai wasn't seeming fully behaved in this moment. His destructive potential was bubbling out, and the worst part was Tora needed to rely on it right now.

He hoped it didn't go too far.

The Tiger of Earth knew he had to try his best to prevent that. He spun as he flew through the air, giant claws materializing on the fighter as he eyed the pair. Tora dissappeared, the only thing visible to the naked eye an arc of streaking blue ki, razor sharp.

It passed through the two machines as Tora attempted to cleave them into pieces. The benefit against fighting an inorganic is Tora didn't have to hold back. He could slash and cut wildly without fear of murdering and innocent bystander.

Tora's aura remained swirling around him as he rematerialized on the other side of the fighters, hands at the ready. He wouldn't be caught off guard. These were just robots, after-all.

He couldn't look that bad!

Tora turned to Khoshai, grinning at him. "Stay calm, kid!!" He yelled, giving him a thumbs up. Hopefully some positive enthusiasm would keep him under control.

Think good thoughts, Tora. Good thoughts. He could keep this from spiralling more out of control, right?

Right?


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