After allowing The Ancient One to guide the ship through a glowing orange portal, she lands the ship in a small field outside of Kamar Taj. The late afternoon sun showing a picturesque landscape, as sun beams cascade down the mountain.
Inside the ship Mark and Deon stand shoulder to shoulder in the supply room, planning to change out of the clothes they were sent to this universe in.
"You have a tail." Mark stated a look of confusion on his face, "I thought that was a belt."
"Most Saiyans have tails. You don't have a tail, yet your still a money."
"I don't think I can say what I'm think without getting called a racist."
Deon laughs at Narks deadpan reaction. "Come on let's get changed."
Deon chooses him new "uniform," changing out the the half length leotard. He put on the full length one provided with his armor. The fabric sticks to his rejuvenated, albeit still fairly scrawny, body. Grabbing the pants and boots he slides them on quickly, this isn't his first rodeo.
Then he looks at his Sayain chest piece, the form reminding him of a time when he gave his energy for a certain super saiyan. Excited he says to mark, "when I was a kid this armor meant so much to me. I never thought I'd get to wear a real one."
Turning to Mark he finds him still in his half length leotard. "You okay?"
"Yeah, it's just…. is it right me for me to wear this?" Mark says sitting on the table between them, "like I made the design with my dad. Is it right me to wear this know the kind of person he wanted me to be."
"I'm gonna tell you you something that you can choose to believe." Deon carefully putting his hand on Mark's shoulder, "your father was not a great man."
"Yeah, no shit."
"But in most universes he didn't want to take over the earth." Deon say looking away from Mark. "Look I know he killed you, but could you tell me exactly how it went down. Could help me, help you, rationalize it."
"Well first he killed the guardians of the g-"
"Yeah skip that, that's mostly the same across multiverses. Tell me about the last day."
"When Cecil figured it out they fought till The Immortal showed up. I got there right as he killed The Immortal, again." Mark looks down,"then he tried to justify it, can you believe that? My own father tried to convince me that he had to kill him, 'it was the only way,' that now the viltrumite empire could swoop in and take over the planet."
"Did you ever think about what made him like that." Deon squeaked out, continuing before Mark can speak, "I mean, you dad was crazy powerful. Like nothing on earth could even touch him powerful l. So who is strong enough for him to take orders and not question it? Who bad enough that forsaking his entire home, his family, the life he spent 20 year cultivating?"
Deon paused for a second, "do you remember what I asked for from Rob, the stuff for you?"
Mark still reeling from Deon's question answers without thinking, "no. I was kinda caught up in being dead."
"I asked him for bunch of stuff me, but only two things for you. In reality that all you need." Moving in front of Mark, you have a mental shield for preventing mind control, and Thragg level smart atom control."
"Thragg? What's that?"
"Who is that is the more accurate question. He's the oldest, strongest, most skilled viltrumite in existence. Capabilities include but not limited to, vibrating so fast he ignited the air. Destroying a moon by flying past it. And surviving a fight that's lasted over 12 hours on the sun, just to name a few.
It would take thousands of you and your father to even put a dent in his defenses let alone do any real damage."
"He can't be that strong, can he?"
"In one universe, you go to a dimension where time is faster. You live there for 100,000 years building an army of 10 billion viltrumites to face him. Only winning by sacrificing 98.7% of your forces and exhausting him to death. Not a single one of you even broke a single bone."
Deon says grimly before finishing with "look I'm not saying your dad was right, or even that he was a good person. What I am saying is that there a lot of info you don't know, so making a hasty decision about anything is not in you best interest."
"So I should wear the suit?" Mark as conflicted.
" I believe pale naked Asian boy is a delicacy in some places so…."
"And we're back to our regularly scheduled programming." Mark says cracking smile then sliding on his suit, the blue and gold a reminder of what once was. Grabbing the Saiyan armor he feel a change take place in him. Not physical, something deeper. Not like a weight has been lifted, more like he's adjusting to the weight. It's presence not gone just… lighter.
Watching Deon leave the room, "hey, Deon?"
Turning around "Yo?"
"Thanks, again."
"Your gonna stop thanking for shit like this." Mark looks at him incredulously, "we're in this together, I gotta have your back." Deon say as a matter of fact.
"Yeah, I guess we are."