After finishing his training with Pinach and seeing him off in his... own way, Rousong left the lookout and began heading towards his old home... or, well, this world's version of his old home. On the way he passed... Voyavoda? How curious. But, no matter, that old man was irrelevant.
Coming to a stop above Capital City, Rousong surveyed the sprawling metropolis. And, soon enough, he caught sight of this world's version of the house he used to live in. He could sense a power very much like that of his father coming from within...
For a brief moment, he considered... investigating the house, but decided against it. Instead, he descended to and landed in a park near his house. This park was... one he had his version of Karine had played in as kids, so... so very long ago. Truthfully, he barely remembered the girl, but his knowledge of his counterpart's life and being here had jogged his memory.
Before his eyes, two ghostly figures ran by, and an equally ghostly laughter reached his ears. The two figures--a young saiyan and a young nosferatu girl--chased each other and played all over the playground, carefree and happy. And for a brief moment, it tugged at his heartstrings.
These were mere shades--imprints picked up by his psychic abilities. Merely the result of strong emotions leaving residues in an area...
...his strong emotions, in a way.
Foolish sentimentality. He closed off his psychic senses and the two ghostly children faded from his sight.
Sighing, he turned and found something quite surprising--himself. And this was no mere shade, but his counterpart, who had seemingly snuck up on him while he was distracted by those psychic imprints.
"Heh, thought I sensed you. Training with Pinach done already?"
Rousong snorted. "Of course. He met and then exceeded my expectations. The boy ascended and is, in fact, stronger than you at your zenith, ignoring that... Super Hitozaru you attempted."
Totoma smiled and pumped his fist. "Really? Hell yeah, I knew he could do it! Hey, thanks... I feel really bad about not being able to train him. Heck, I feel really bad about not being able to do anything right now. I did send Voyavoda to help--at his request--but it just feels... wrong to sit on my ass like this." He walked over to the swingset and sat down, lazily swinging back and forth.
"Well then, perhaps you should have thought twice before attempting what you did... even if it is impressive that you pulled it off at all," said Rousong." But then, I would expect nothing less from myself."
The Saiyan Emperor leaned against the frame of the swingset, crossing his arms. "But, sorry to say, you wouldn't be much use anyway. Daroga and Letchee, let alone Tundra, are so far beyond you that you'd be a burden... as are the threshlings. You're not needed, just sit back and let the people who actually hold some modicrum of real strength handle things."
Rousong caught a slight, but still noticeable wince from his counterpart. He knew his words cut deep, but it annoyed him that this version of himself was so... lazy and unmotivated.
"I know, I... I just... wish I could do something. Anything." Totoma stopped swinging and visibly slumped.
Rousong regarded his counterpart for a moment. His desire to help--to do something--was genuine. He might have been lazy, yes, but... his heart was in the right place. In a lot of ways, he was almost the opposite of himself. While he was driven to excel, he had long ago drifted off the narrow path, while this one... was nowhere near as driven, yet had a purity that the Emperor had long ago lost.
"...very well. I shall give you the chance to do something," said Rousong, pushing himself off the swingset. He walked a few feet away, then turned to face a slightly confused Totoma.
"Eh, what do you m--"
Totoma was cut off by Rousong spreading his arms and yelling...
"CHANGE... NOW!!!"
The playground was bathed in yellow light...