Goku and Frieza were still fighting as the Doctor worked to free Whis. “Doctor, what should we do?” asked William. “Find Frieza’s quarters, for one thing,” replied the Doctor. “He must have had some back up plan in place to find the Dragon Balls should Bulma prove to be too difficult.” “Let me see where they are,” said Rassilon as she checked the computers. She got a map of the ship and found them! “Deck A, Corridor 1! Biggest doors under the bridge!” “Got it!” called Amy. She and William were about to head out. “Not you, William!” called the Doctor. “I need you to monitor Whis and Beerus’ life signs!” “In case of medical emergencies, I get it,” replied William. “Bulma, you’d better get Amy there,” suggested Rassilon. “I’ll keep you safe,” Amy promised Bulma as she summoned her hammer. “Right!” agreed Bulma. The two women then dashed out of the room. “Rassilon, can you puzzle out how Frieza’s men wired Whis up and see if the reverse order can safely release him?” asked the Doctor. “I already have it pulled up,” replied Rassilon. “Here’s what to do…” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Amy and Bulma arrived on the proper deck and found the corridor. The doors to Frieza’s quarters were guarded. “Two of them,” said Amy. “Now what?” asked Bulma. “Watch.” Amy approached the two guards. “Hold it right there!” said one of the guards. “Sorry about this, boys,” replied Amy, dialing up her cuteness. “But could you two help me?” “…H-Help you?” asked the other guard. “In what way?” “Well, you see, I’m an escaped prisoner.” Amy then leapt up and slammed her hammer into one of the guard’s heads, knocking him into his partner and knocking the two unconscious. “…What was…?” asked Bulma. “Something I picked up from the Doctor,” replied Amy. “Come on!” She grabbed a keycard from one of the guards and used it to open the door. The room was as you’d expect from a tyrant running a galactic empire. And there, in the room, were the seven Dragon Balls! “…Hey, maybe we should use the wishes before Frieza does!” suggested Bulma. “How can we do that?” asked Amy. “I’ve been finding the Dragon Balls since I first met Goku when he was a kid. I know how to do this!” Bulma approached the Dragon Balls, stopping only when she was 2 meters away from them. She then spoke in a loud, clear voice. “Rise, Shenron, and grant my wishes!” she announced. The sky outside became dark as the Dragon Balls glowed. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Goku and Frieza had taken their fight outside, continuing to shake the earth as they scored a blow on their opponent. Somehow, Frieza was keeping up with Goku’s Ultra Instinct. “What’s the matter, Goku?!” cackled Frieza. “Surprised that I can keep up? I had to learn how to counter Ultra Instinct somewhere.” “So this new form’s supposed to be Ultra Instinct Frieza?” asked Goku. “Something along those lines. But for simplicity’s sake, let’s just call it Ultra Frieza. And this time, I’m positive I have a better handle on it than when I first fought you as Golden Frieza.” “I can tell. You’re not burning through nearly as much energy as quickly. You must have trained that up.” “I still hold you responsible for making me put in the effort, Goku. The Supreme Being isn’t supposed to train.” Goku smirked. “Why not? There’s bound to be someone higher than the Supreme Being, maybe someone stronger than Zeno’s out there.” “And that person stronger than the Omni-king will be-!” Frieza stopped the instant the sky turned dark. “…It was the middle of a sunny after…THE DRAGON BALLS!” Frieza rocketed towards the ship! “Already?!” yelped Goku. “But who?!” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Back in Frieza’s quarters, a stream of light burst through the hull, tearing a giant hole in it. The light then coalesced into a ninety meter long Chinese dragon with green scales, deer antlers, flowing whiskers on either side of his nose, and glowing red eyes! Amy goggled in awe at what she saw. “…Wow!” she whispered. “I am Shenron, the Eternal Dragon!” boomed the dragon. “Speak your wishes three and I shall grant them!” “Hey, Shenron, it’s Bulma!” called Bulma. “I’m actually gonna have to spend two wishes at once here because I wish for you to restore King Kai to life as well as…well, Goku says there’s a monkey and a talking cricket with him.” “Bubbles the monkey and Gregory the Cricket, yes,” replied Shenron. “Finally getting King Kai off Goku’s back, hm? Very well, your greater wish is granted!” Shenron’s eyes glowed brighter, then dimmed to their usual brightness. “King Kai, Bubbles, and Gregory are now fully back to life. You have one wish left.” “Thanks, Shenron!” called Bulma. “Amy, the last wish is yours.” Amy nervously looked up at the wishing dragon. “M-Mighty Shenron,” she gulped, “I’m on a quest to find the segments of the Key to Time.” “Ah, so that is why the Doctor retrieved Rassilon,” boomed Shenron. “…Y-You know about-?!” “Shenron knows almost everything,” explained Bulma. “W-Well, Lord Shenron,” continued Amy, “the tracer goes nuts every time it points at Whis, but the Doctor said that a segment of the Key to Time can even be a living being. I only wish to know if Whis himself is the segment or if it’s an item on his immediate person.” “A simple wish, and a good first wish for you, Miss Rose. The segment of the Key to Time that you seek in this spatio-temporal point is in the shape of the collar of Whis’ robes.” “The collar? That makes me feel better! Thank you, Shenron!” “With your wishes fulfilled, I shall take my leave!” Shenron then glowed as the Dragon Balls rose through the hole in the ship. Shenron then vanished and the Dragon Balls flew off in seven different directions…right as Frieza arrived. “NO!” he shouted. “Why you females! You’ll regret denying your lord and master!” “Saucer-ship, superiority complex,” snarked Amy. “You sure you’re not a Dalek?” “There is ONE similarity I’ll gladly indulge in, our proclivity for genocide!” Frieza then pointed into the air and created an energy sphere that expanded! “Oh no! That’s Frieza’s death ball!” gulped Bulma. “I heard that’s how he destroyed Goku’s birth world of Vegeta!” “It won’t, I can assure you,” came a voice. Bulma and Amy turned to see the Doctor, Rassilon, and William arriving with Whis and a fully-recovered Beerus. Frieza gulped. “Lord Beerus! You’re all right!” cheered Bulma. “No thanks to that imp, Frieza!” snarled Beerus. “I take it you’re responsible for frustrating his goals?” “Me and Amy both!” replied Bulma. “I suppose I should thank you, but I have something else on my mind. For instance, Frieza, how did you make yourself immune to Hakai?” “Wouldn’t you like to know?!” snarled Frieza. “Since you’ve proven to be rather passe about your duties and Zeno seems to be too interested in amusements, I thought it best to start on this path!” “That’s the dumbest decision you’ve ever made, you entitled little bugger! You’ve proved yourself much more difficult to use Hakai on than the Daleks or Cybermen! So I’m going to have to settle for you and your ship and crew to be transported to the other side of the universe! Whis!” “At once, Lord Beerus,” replied Whis. He tapped the end of his staff to the ground. A bright flash of light filled the air…and when everyone could see, all that was there was the cliff overlooking the ocean, Goku returning to his friends, and the TARDIS and its team. “…Well, a literal Deus Ex Machina on the orders of Beerus, of all people,” muttered Rassilon as she dusted herself off. “Come on, at the end of it, Rassilon,” argued Whis, “it was either him or that Skuruvian.” “The Skuruvian, I could somewhat understand,” replied Rassilon, “but why the lazy oaf of a hairless cat?!” “You know, I can hear you, Rassilon!” hissed Beerus. “I hope you can!” retorted Rassilon. “Okay!” interrupted the Doctor. “I think we all need to cool off a bit.” “Oh! Rassilon! Could I have the tracer?” asked Amy. “You know what the segment is?” asked Rassilon. “Sure do! Shenron told me and Bulma!” “…Very well,” said Rassilon. She handed the tracer to Amy. “Sorry in advance, Whis,” said Amy. She then touched the tracer to Whis’ collar. It then turned into its original form! “Hey, wait a minute!” protested Beerus. “What are you doing, gathering the Key to Time?!” “A mission I was thrust into by the Black Guardian,” explained Rassilon. “He said that the universe’s balance was dipping too close to order, so it needed to be restored.” “…Are you sure it was the Black Guardian?” asked Beerus. “Or have you finally become color-blind, Oh Founder of the Time Lords?” Rassilon looked ready to punch Beerus for that, but the Doctor held her back. “I have to say, this adventure was a whirlwind,” remarked William. “So was you stealing from my wardrobe!” protested Whis. “Don’t worry, Whis,” assured the Doctor. “It’ll come back to you when we’re done.” “I suppose there’s that consolation,” sighed Whis. “Hey, Lord Beerus,” called Goku, “you think I could train on your planet for a bit? I need to relax somehow.” “And what, pray tell, do you have to offer this time? Lettuce? Carrots?” asked Beerus. “I was thinking pork roast with pineapple.” “I’ll get it ready,” offered Bulma. “Doctor, are you guys-?” They then heard the TARDIS taking off! The Doctor and her friends had dashed inside the craft! “…How did four people-?!” “Dimensional transcendentalism, Lady Bulma,” replied Whis. “The Time Lords were famous for making things that were bigger on the inside.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “Good thing we’re getting away from someone that can use Hakai,” muttered the Doctor. “The old girl gets nervous around such people.” “Any TARDIS would, they can’t survive such a technique,” remarked Rassilon. She fanned herself with her hand. “…You okay?” asked William. “I’m fine, William,” assured Rassilon. “Just a bit exhausted.” “I’ll get us to our next destination,” offered the Doctor. “You all get some rest.” “Ooh, hello bed!” sighed Amy. Everyone headed to their rooms. As she got into the privacy of her room, Rassilon checked to make sure no one was listening outside, then sat on the bed. She then looked at her hand…and golden light started pouring out of it. Rassilon shut her eyes tight, then the glow died down. “…Not yet,” she pleaded to herself. “Not yet!”