"One final question, demon," Droned Violet, who had passively watched the fighting take place.
"Could you race be reasoned with? This planet is your home too. Might an alliance be formed between demon and man to protect it from the Dark Saiyans, and any other alien threats that may be coming? With our dimensions combined, Earth would truly be a force to be reckoned with.
If so, I will escort you to Capsule Corp. If, however, your race will invade us by force regardless of any attempt to reason, then one of us will die honorably, fighting for what we believe in. That seems a fair and simple choice to me."
Kaliflur was dreaming.
In her dream, all the men in her tribe were angry with her. She'd failed them. Planet Vegeta was exploding above them before her very eyes. There were Dark Saiyans surrounding their tribe, chuckling at how weak the last of the Purebloods had become. It was true. Though we had gained honor, we had all become weak. They kept the old ways, and they grew stronger than the old race. Maybe that's what we should have done too.
The moment she thought that, the scene changed. In front of her lay every dead life form ever killed by the Saiyan race. Every Tuffle, every Arlian, every being from every planet they had conquered. There were even humans in there. The sheer scale of this mass graveyard in front of her eyes was more than she could take.
No. They had grown weaker, but it had been worth it. It was basic decency to avoid the need for this carnage, never mind honor. If they should die out completely because she died fighting a weak Dark Saiyan who still trumped her at her strongest, that would be a far better fate than living a hundred years as a Dark Saiyan. We were better than them.
Kaliflur awoke completely restored, full to the brim with energy, and a new sense of purpose. She could feel her new power surging through her, and up above, she sensed a fight going on. She had no context, so she looked around the interior of the lab for Alice Briefs.