Kaliflur sat on the beach of some Island far out to see. She could feel...something...like another sense. She could sense the direction and intensity of power levels, thought it was still a little hazy. It seemed like the Agressor had left and the primitives, not having a common foe, were now fighting each other. From the intensity of the attacks, it wasn't for fun or recreation. It was to the death. The Saiyan lay back on the beach. She had not recovered yet, but when she did, she would be stronger than the rest of them, and if they were still fighting by then, she'd put a stop to it. Nothing annoyed her kind of Saiyan more than a fight without honor. Saiyans themselves used to be ruthless barbarians who would conquer whole planets and crush infants under their mighty Oozaru feet. They had evolved since those dark times, and Kaliflur was glad of it, though the Dark Saiyans...they were another matter.

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Violet was nowhere to be found in or outside the lab.

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Violet was standing at the peak of a mountain, her eyes zoomed in to the fight between Amber and Orin. If one of them became injured, she would intervene before anybody died. She would interrupt now, but this would be good training for them. There would be time for a "we need to work together" lecture after the fight. It would be counter-productive to interrupt them now, and Violet could tell she could not withstand attacks from both of them.