It had been a few days in the TARDIS since the Doctor and her crew retrieved the first segment of the Key to Time. Rassilon had just gotten up and put her dress on, pinning her hat to her hair when she finished. She grabbed her parasol and strode to the console room. As usual, the Doctor was tinkering with the console’s internal mechanisms. “Must you constantly fiddle with the TARDIS?” asked Rassilon.
      “You know me,” replied the Doctor. “Always tinkering.”
      “Doctor, it’s working perfectly right now,” argued Rassilon. “Your constant manipulations make it land somewhere other than where you want it to go.”
      “Oh, that’s been a staple of the Type 40’s. Besides, the old girl likes it.”
      “That doesn’t mean it’s necessary to-!” The console beeped.
      “Ah, that would be the tracer, finally locating the second segment,” said the Doctor. “Could you rouse Amy and William, Rassy?”
      “You will address me as Rassilon, Doctor!” hissed Rassilon. “And I’m not your maid!” She still stormed off to Amy and William’s bedrooms while the Doctor checked the instruments.
      “…Oh…” she said. “…It’s there. …Well, that’s alarming. Didn’t want to go to THEIR territory.”
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      The TARDIS landed in a darkened room. The only light was from the lamp at the top as it flashed until the TARDIS fully materialized in the room. The crew then stepped out with Rassilon pointing the tracer in front. “Can’t you let others try it?” asked the Doctor.
      “I was entrusted with it, I’ll use it, thank you,” replied Rassilon. The tracer crackled. “…It’s somewhere in this building, we know that. …But where?” At that moment, they heard voices.
      “I’m telling you,” said one, “that radar has to be around here!”
      “Well, are you absolutely sure about that?” asked another. “Lady Bulma wasn’t particularly sure of where she put it.”
      “Well, where else would you put the important stuff?” asked the first voice. “It’s where Chi Chi puts our money stuff.”
      “You mean the tax forms? I’m pretty sure there’s a file cabinet in there, though I’ve never-.” The two speakers then entered the room. One was a muscular man in an orange and navy fighting suit with no sleeves and black, messy hair, the other was a pale-blue skinned man with long white hair pulled up, burgundy robes with a black collar, and a large, blue ring floating around his neck. The Doctor and Rassilon goggled.
      “Doctor, is that-?!” asked Rassilon.
      “Sure looks like one!” replied the Doctor.
      “Well, this is certainly a surprise,” chuckled the pale-blue man. “Just who, pray tell, are you?”
      “Whis, is that really you?!” asked Rassilon.
      “…You know my name, Madame?” quizzed the man. He then looked at the brooch and hat pin Rassilon wore. “…Ah, it’s been a while since I read Circular Gallifreyan. …Wait, why, madame, do you have that madman’s name on your hat pin?”
      “Whis, it’s me! You know, the one who spoke to you about the Time War’s end, though how you said it was undefined.”
      “Ah, so it IS you, Rassilon,” sighed Whis. “The only reason I said that was because of a Time Lock that was erected during the last day of the Time War. Why did you set that up?”
      “She didn’t,” answered the Doctor. “I did. I thought I was destroying Gallifrey at the time.”
      “Erm, scuse me!” called the other man. “Sorry, little lost here. Um, Whis, how do you know them?”
      “Oh, they’re Time Lords from the lost planet of Gallifrey,” replied Whis. “At least, that’s the case for two of them. Though I can’t say as I understand why two people from different time periods are here.”
      “Oh, that’s a habit of the Doctor’s, picking up strays like that,” scoffed Rassilon.
      “Not strays, friends!” argued the Doctor.
      “Okay, we’re all a little lost here!” called William. “How about we introduce the rest of us? Starting with me! I’m Dr. William Davies from 21st century Earth.”
      “And I’m Amy Rose from the colony world of Mobius,” said Amy.
      “Oh, Sonic the Hedgehog’s biggest fan, I see,” chuckled Whis. “Well, I’m Whis, the attendant for the God of Destruction of Universe 7. You know, Rassilon once was a candidate for being a God of Destruction, but she turned it down once Omega was lost.”
      “I’m sure,” remarked William. He looked at the spiky-haired man. “…You’re taking it all in stride.”
      “Well, this isn’t exactly the strangest adventure I went on,” replied the man. “I’m from another planet myself and I’ve fought in a tournament with other champions from other universes!”
      “You seem a bit eager for combat,” remarked the Doctor. “So you’re not human? What planet are you from?”
      “Planet Vegeta,” replied the man. “I’m a Saiyan!”
      “So you’re a survivor of the Vegeta Calamity,” said Rassilon.
      “Yep! My Saiyan name’s Kakarot, but you guys can call me Goku!” The Doctor’s eyes went wide.
      “Son Goku?! The Super Saiyan?!” she asked.
      “Hey, what’s all this?!” shouted a woman’s voice. There was a turquoise-haired woman standing in the door. “Goku, what the hell are you doing in my bedroom?! Is your instant transmission on the fritz again?!”
      “No, no! Nothing like that, Bulma!” replied Goku. “I was just looking for the Dragon Radar and-!”
      “Well I don’t keep it here! Why didn’t you check the lab?! And what are you doing here, Whis?!”
      “Oh, just being a voice of reason for Goku as usual,” replied Whis. “Also welcoming our Time Lord friends here.”
      “Time Lord?” asked Bulma, her anger replaced with confusion.
      “That would be us, Miss…” said the Doctor.
      “I’m Bulma, and you are?”
      “Oh, I’m the Doctor. That’s William, Amy Rose from Mobius, and Rassilon.”
      “How about we all step out of the room and perhaps chat,” suggested Whis. “I must admit, I’m a little curious as to what you’re doing here, Rassilon.”
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      Everyone made it outside and were served tea. Rassilon sighed happily. “…Have to admit, tea is one of the greater inventions of humanity Time Lords couldn’t hope to replicate.”
      “One of the reasons I like humans,” chuckled the Doctor. “Now, I’m sure you want to know why we’ve landed here, Mr. Whis.”
      “I would like an answer, yes,” replied Whis. The Doctor turned to Rassilon.
      “Well? You kick-started this quest,” she said. Rassilon sighed.
      “I had a run-in with the Black Guardian,” she explained. “The universe is drifting too close to order and stagnation and I have to round up all six segments of the Key to Time to restore the balance.”
      “The universe IS drifting too close to stagnation, as you said,” remarked Whis, “but are you sure it was the BLACK Guardian that sent you on that quest?”
      “Their clothes for their mortal disguise were black, their voice was booming, they introduced me to pain as a taste of what would come should I fail, I’m positive it was the Black Guardian.”
      “That sounds like the Black Guardian, all right,” said Whis. “But restoring the balance?”
      “Yes, that’s not the Black Guardian’s MO,” confirmed the Doctor.
      “And I never went on a quest for the Key to Time,” continued Rassilon, “but the Doctor did. I converted a bowship into a time vessel (forgoing the dimensionally-transcendental interior) and sought the Doctor’s TARDIS. I found it and told her of my plight-.”
      “Then I took pity on her and we all found one segment so far,” said the Doctor.
      “Then you have the Core of the Key to Time?” asked Whis.
      “Right here,” confirmed Rassilon as she pulled out the tracer. It then crackled rapidly. Rassilon waved about a bit, confirming that the rapid crackling happened only when it was pointing at Whis. “…It’s somewhere on your person,” she said.
      “Well, that’s quite unusual,” remarked Whis.
      “It’s either an object on his person,” said the Doctor, “or Whis himself is the segment.”
      “How’s that possible?” asked Amy.
      “It’s not uncommon,” replied the Doctor. “I did say that the segments could be anything or anyone.”
      “What if Whis IS the segment?” asked Bulma.
      “Well, Beerus won’t have an attendant for a while,” replied Whis, “my father would seek vengeance on the Doctor for daring to overpower an Angel, and Universe 7 would-.”
      “Hang on, did you say Beerus?!” asked Rassilon. “He’s not-?!”
      “I got it!” called Goku as he finished off his snack…or rather, three-course meal. Those not used to Saiyans goggled at how quickly he finished off that meal as if it were a snack.
      “…H…How…?” faltered William.
      “I thought Sonic had a big appetite!” gulped Amy.
      “I heard Saiyan metabolism was high, but I didn’t think it was THAT high!” yelped the Doctor.
      “What is it, Goku?” asked Bulma.
      “Well, it kind of ties into why I was looking for the Dragon Radar in your bedroom, Bulma,” replied Goku. “I finally remembered that King Kai wanted to be returned to life, but we can use the second wish to figure out if this key thing IS Whis or just something he has on him right now!”
      “Erm, wish?” asked William.
      “Whis, what is Goku talking about?” asked Rassilon.
      “Well, you ARE familiar with-?” Whis’ question was interrupted by a sound overhead. A circular shadow then hovered over the Capsule Corp Compound. Everyone looked up to see a flying saucer hovering menacingly over the city! A group of five then flew out of the saucer and landed. “…Now how on earth did THEY come back?” muttered Whis.