Standing there with something like shock running through his system, Glass had to pull himself together as he noticed his two sons watching him for his reaction. "Looks we have a lot to get done in the next couple of months. Lets go." Glass turned to the two exhausted old men nearby. "You might want to get some training in the next couple of months. We've grown complacent."

With those parting words, the trio of Namekians flew off in the direction of the Lookout. It took them only minutes to arrive. The normally cool breeze which ran through their home and fortress was no longer refreshing, serving only to remind them of what they had to lose. As they arrived, Popo ran out to greet them.

"What happened out there? I felt the energy spikes from here!" The genie was met with bleak and solemn expressions, none willing to meet his gaze.

"Nothing good, Mister Popo. I need you to prepare the Pendulum Room for me, I'll be entering within the hour." Hearing the meagre tone, Popo nodded furiously before running to do just that. "My sons, I need you both to train hard with each other, go out and challenge others when you can. We'll be taking turns with the Pendulum Room, I'm afraid."

Looking up from the ground, Silic clenched his fists and furrowed his brow. "Father, let us train with you! We can stand with you if you'll let us, and it's not like we can get killed in the Pendulum Room!"

"It will do you no good to get tossed around by someone on another level than you! You'll gain no skill through being harmed!" Glass turned from his sons, sighing in exasperation. "Besides, I'd rather not watch you both die, even if it's only an illusion. Rest up and go train. I'll be in my room if you need me."

Splitting up, Glass soon found himself in his throne-like room, reserved for him as the Guardian of Earth. He considered his options. 'We have an old alliance with the descendants of Elder Moori, his children may honor it, though it would do little good. Their warriors are hardly stronger than those of Earth. Our alliance with the royalty of New Vegeta will do little good, though they may send a few warriors for appearances. The Son family probably already sent word to their kin on New Vegeta anyway."

Glass sighed once again, this time more in frustration. 'Maybe Moori will surprise me. They say at least one good warrior rose from his kin, though he was absorbed by Piccolo.' Considering the distance, Glass summoned his communicator to send a message to New Namek, asking the clan of Moori to send a compliment of warriors in accordance with their old alliance. He hoped it would do something to help.

Knowing he was only stalling for time, the Namekian stood to leave. He made his way to the doors marking the Pendulum Room, which stood open for him to use. Inside, dozens of clocks could be heard ticking in unison, the dull sound filling the room with a baritone vibration. Thinking back to the stories he'd heard from his father, Glass knew a point in time that would prove exactly challenging. Old Namek, and the Ginyu Force. With a thought, his surroundings faded to nothingness.

Nearby, Glass' two sons sat in meditation, Silic trying to contain his anger, and Sodius trying to focus on his ki. Standing abruptly as he sensed his father's energy disappear, Silic kicked the air. "What was father thinking back there? He's always putting me on support duty, and then he says we aren't ready for his level? We're strong, we beat that android!"

"Brother, I don't think that fight was so simple. The battle could have gone either way, and we barely eked out a victory because Father made some calls and we outnumbered the android." Sodius opened his eyes and also stood, some tension still in his body. "And you know you're better at ki emission than I am. That's why you're our support, while I charge in. It's nerve wrecking."

Silic sighed. "I know, I know. It's just frustrating. We should be with father right now, training on the same level as him."

"We're only a decade old. You can't expect us to be on the same level as our father, we're not even close, and as long as he trains hard he'll always be ahead. Get used to it." The pair fell silent, considered the words.

"I'd rather catch up with him. There has to be a way for us to get on his level, or even surpass it!"

Feeling uncomfortable, Sodius turned and began to walk away. "We're not fusing, brother. I also doubt father would be happy if we used the Hyperbolic Time Chamber without his permission. Mister Popo wouldn't enable it for us anyways."

Silic stood there as his brother left, unsure of what to do. Left alone, the Namekian began to warm up, preparing to fly down to earth for spars with some humans. Nearby, Sodius continued to meditate over his emotions, hoping to quell the waves of anxiety washing over him.