Systems had been burned and looted for less than a blank check 'wish', part of her discontent with Earth's Guardian. Still, Goren's news caught her attention and she was kneeling next to the dead soldier in almost less time than it took for the words to fade in the distance, pulling her go bag out from the small of her back and unrolling it on the ground.
Saiyans didn't do cyborgs. Flesh could grow stronger. Metal would not. Still, not an... unexpected trick from a leader trying to cheat his way into stronger warriors. She'd seen it done one or thrice, not that helped those leaders in the end.
"Give me five minutes to see if the people responsible for this know what they're doing," she muttered, already clicking her scouter into diagnostic mode, and picking out the first of her tools, thoughts whirring into the rare instances she'd seen of augmentation like this, the biological side of the machine-body-mind triangle, "...Not that I'll be able to do much more than a first look without better tools... Is this technology familiar to any of you natives?"
Her scalpel played along the edge of an implant as she spoke, gently tracing as yet unmelted wires feeding into pale flesh, golden eyes flicking up for a heartbeat to consider their living prisoners as potential... examples of less damaged subjects.
"Not the worst use of a 'wish' I've heard, Calvin. Height is tricky to breed for without sacrificing too many other things," she commented over the roar of Shayuri's transformation and flames and the destruction of the remaining transports. Now they were in the clean up phase, and unless this Red Fudge Ripple army was hiding some kind of champion, this fight was over.
She smiled again, dancing through the barrage with an almost unheard chuckle, pausing to lock eyes on the soldier who had come within inches of hitting her even as the nightmare glow of another ki blast formed around her hands. "You! You I'm taking," the Saiyan Medic called out, marking her target by sending energy projectiles at everyone in a circle around him, "Drop your weapon or I'll be taking it away from you before you hurt yourself."
"Tougher than they look," she begrudgingly acknowledged, dancing forward through the shots as if the rest of the world was moving in slow motion, "Pathetic aim though."
The Saiyan healer gathered more Ki between her hands, purple light birthing a brood of seven serpentine projectiles. The Red Ribbon soldiers she'd targeted before were treated to a second round of homing destruction, a writhing attack now from directly overhead. Ginka kept one ear out for the sound of her allies falling prey to the attacks of these ill-trained fighters. Between her and the refreshingly competent native male, they hopefully had the focus, but you never knew. Amateur fighters surprised you in the least pleasant way.
"Obviously," Ginka drawled flatly, back to her grumpy baseline, "I'll start thinning their numbers so we can collect a few stragglers after we're done. Try not to make me more work than you have to."
She shot forward through the air, a petite brunette of a saiyan in red-and-white with her palms pressed together as she concentrated her Ki into a purple sphere that bled one, two, five, seven streamers of energy in her wake. The streamers gained the faintest hint of scales, eyeslits, and nostrils as their creator came to a halt half-way between the (presumed) Red Ribbon Army and her... Well, allies if she forced herself to think well of them. Up and over the streamers curved and coiled, splitting at the tip to reveal pseudo fangs and an ominous pink glow at their core, leaking energy in the heartbeats before they were unleashed on the seven nearest grunts, writhing through the air with borrowed malice. "Hydra's. Flurry," she growled out between clenched teeth, eyes dancing as she fed more Ki into the shot.
The universe rarely granted medics mercy, so Ginka's ancestors had long since stopped granting mercy to those who might make their work more difficult.
Ginka scoffed at Calvin's little moderation effort, fiddling with her scouter with the deft assurance of long practice. Hmmm. Hmmmm. Uh huh. And that would be... There. Another few button presses sent out the signal that would wake up her ship and send it to her location. Assuming it could reach. Given that no one had mentioned a ridiculously high temple belonging to any sort of Earthly Guardian, the medic wasn't exactly sure where here was or what kind of protections it packed. hmmmph.
"I'm picking up something that way," she pronounced, pointing southwest down at the clouds below, "Assuming our host isn't blocking the signal, my ship is already on her way to me right now. She'll meet up with us in a few hours at most, the best Saiyan medical transport to make the Cooler run in less than five parsecs."
The ghost of a smile slipped across her expression as she mentioned her baby, sanctum sanctorum, and unliving companion through lonely months of space travel.
Ginka rummaged through her bag and popped a scouter over her left ear, the green lens obscuring the gold of her pupil, fiddling with the settings while the light of eldritch energy danced in Dende's hand. She frowned. The energy was certainly distinct, something she'd recognize in a heartbeat now that she'd fed the pattern into her device. But enough to call up the kind of power implied..?
She eyed Goren with a scoff of distain, "Who the hell do I think I am? Of course, I can. And once we secure at least one of these keys, we can take a detour to my ship to make sure I have somewhere clean and secure to treat you. I don't suppose any of you know where we can pick up one of these NRR grunts for information? I doubt they have the resilience to recruit all elites, and any insight will be... helpful."
Her tail rippled once in irritation at flying blind on anything. Exciting as it was deep down in her heart of hearts, this kind of situation was was had gotten her nearly killed. More than once.
Ginka tiredly rolled her eyes at Datura's oh-so-Saiyan statement, but couldn't quite *entirely* suppress a flicker of a smile with that statement. At the core of their mission, Saiyan healers labored so thanklessly so that other Saiyans could live, refine, and practice their skills another day. And this planet was full of Saiyans that this Guardian had endangered by weaving the life of this planet and these Dragonballs together. She frowned, gnawing on an idea as the others talked, cementing into place as Calvin mentioned his ancestor's resurective hijinks.
Planet Vegetta had been destroyed by the Tyrant Frieza and returned from death many years later. No reason was ever found, and they had looked.
Here was a power that could grant 'almost any wish'. One that sounded like it was active around the same time as her race's return. Oh Hell. If she was right...
"I'm in. Someone needs to keep you all in the land of the living despite yourselves," she finally added, rummaging in her Go Bag for a white lily she fixed in her hair with an air of weary familiarity, "A quick question. Why call them Dragonballs? I've seen dragons on this planet, and they seem nothing more than clever animals."
A Namekian Guardian for Earth? Eh. Given the oddball mix of humanoids on this rock she wasn't too surprised.
Ginka knew her people and the ones they tended to pick fights with well-enough that even the rumor of something like the Dragonballs would draw the attention of many with less than the best intentions. It would be an Interesting Challenge even if it wasn't true. 'Almost any wish you can ask for'? There were more than a few things she'd ask for given the chance, the amount of lives she could save given another leg up over a hostile universe, let alone these other universes this guardian mentioned...
She pressed her lips to thin bloodless lines, tip of her tail flicking once twice thrice as she thought. That train of thought translated into a grunt of irritation as she asked questions she was certain she wasn't going to like the answer to. "...O-kay. Questions then, Guardian. What is this faction and where are they? Who is backing them? Have you retained one of these 'Dragonballs' so that we can launch it into your star and break this lock before your planet ends up on fire?"
If she had been called out of a perfectly restful doze to throw out someone else's dangerous garbage, so help her...
"I'm sure you were," Ginka snarked flatly without breaking her gaze from Datura, smirking as she gave one purposeful flick of her tail before returning it to it's belt-like coil. Her gaze seethed. Perfect. A renegade Saiyan. Those tended to heroes or madmen and were twice the pain in her ass, and just as much her implicit responsibility to keep alive.
She relaxed from the edge of outright violence, the universe falling into mental boxes piece by piece to her relief, "I am on walkabout, Warrior Datura, and am looking for someone from this rock. Hadn't found them yet when my rest was interrupted by a stout, ebony creature about *this* tall riding a floating carpet. Ended up here shortly before you and her."
The brunette turned her head just enough to look at the newest arrival sidelong, assessing her, "Sound like anyone either of you know about?"
The brunette medic's eyes flicked down to Datura's waist for a second before she answered, shifting her Go Bag to a more secure perch on her shoulder.as she realized what she was facing. She'd managed to not run afoul of Earth's Saiyan's so far, but looked like her streak ended here. Wherever here was. Earth seemed too soft to have a Saiyan as a Guardian, but she could be wrong. First off, find out whoever the hell this was and what she had to the do with the ebony being who brought her up(?) here.
"Healer Ginka of Planet Vegeta," she shot back brusquely, golden eyes giving no ground and not looking away even as she strained for the slightest warning of ambush, "State your Name and Group, warrior. Is this your outpost?"
"It's all beginning again, Mr. Popo." Dende, the green-skinned namekian guardian of Earth said with a certain mix of nostalgia, and sadness to his voice.
"Of course it is, Dende, these worthless humans never learn." The Black Genie replied with a certain cynicism. "The truth was obscured, but someone still managed to learn of it. I guess a dragon made by a child has certain limitations after all."
Dende, the Guardian of Earth, sighed. He had been a child when he restored Shenron, the great dragon deity that lived within the Dragonballs. He knew plenty, but he'd had to make some changes. Now, they'd all pay for his weakness.
"They only have the one, and no one truly knows the significance." "But they will, when they gather them all, and Shenron speaks. What are you going to do?"
Ostensibly, Popo was the servant of the world's guardian, but he'd never acted that way with Dende. At best he was a crotchety cynical mentor.
"I need you to gather some worthy champions. We have to stop this, or at the very least, ensure the dragonballs do not fall in the wrong hands." Dende said with a quiet surety.
"What makes you think any of those upity monkeys are worthy Dende?" Popo asked pointedly.
"They're not all bad. And some even are descended from old friends." Dende thought back of course to his best friend, Son Gohan, and Bulma, who'd married the asshole Vegeta. "It is perhaps time to renew some old accquaintances."
"Save that you never met these people. You've just watched them and others from afar like some sort of voyeur." Popo came back with a slight smile.
"Isn't it my job, to watch those with potential to change the world?" Dende asked.
Popo said nothing, but mentally called for his carpet.
"Gather them, and bring them here, I will explain what I need to them all, and send them on their way."
Popo nodded, and Suddenly there five copies of the Genie, and his carpet. "Get to it then." the five Popo Copies smiled an nodded, and then they and the carpets vanished.
"Five souls just do gather champions." Dende said, looking somewhat disgusted.
"Ten. There and back, but who's really counting, I've got at least Billions more Dende. Besides, none of these worthless maggots are worth actually meeting me as they are. Let them actually accomplish something, then, maybe, I'll grace them with MY presence."
With that, the Genie himself vanished, leaving Earth's guardian to wait for the champions to be gathered.