Finally, Avoca made it to the capital. The streets were dead silent. Bars and buildings normally filled with raucous and rowdy Saiyans were empty. The evacuation turned the planet into a ghost town. Even if there were no other Saiyans besides them there, at least there weren't any of those Threshling fucks around.
She stepped a foot on the main street and sighed. She walked these streets up and down for years. This planet was her home and she had never seen it invaded. The closest time was when those two chucklefuck Frost Demons tried to nuke from space before Sarada shoved her foot up their asses at the same time. Avoca could have helped, but it was over by the time she even got there. Most people weren't even phased by what happened. For them to be so willing to turn and evacuate, and so quickly, it was out of character. And yet... she couldn't help but be glad so many knew what was good for them. Likely, witnessing so many get killed and turned so easily made people realize that the thrill of fighting a stronger opponent wasn't worth it. Not this time. Better to run and stay out of the stronger people's way than die and make already overwhelming odds even worse.
She could have joined them, but didn't. In hindsight, ignoring the almost insurmountable urge to escape was the best decision she had made in a while. Sarada was safe.
When she entered the palace, the sound of the doors opening to let her in echoed down the halls.
I thought she escaped with everyone else, she thought. It was Maiz's responsibility to make sure everyone got away safely. That, apparently, didn't include her. Or, perhaps she just didn't want to leave until this was dealt with. Either way, she was gone.
A twinge was apprehension gripped her chest. How was she going to explain this to Parsley? To Sarada? To everyone? Sarada was safe, but at the cost of their Guardian and moral compass. It was either they lose their Queen and strongest defender, or their Guardian. It was an impossible choice to make, and Avoca just made the one she felt was best.
Maybe Parsley wouldn't accept that. She already knew Sarada wouldn't.
She sighed again and set Sarada on the ground when she reached the interplanetary transport room. There were seven
transport platforms that each led to one of the Saiyan worlds. One, Turrip, was out of commission. Avoca chose the one for Ruco and quickly activated it. It hummed to life, generating a dull white light at the bottom and top. In the center, it seemed that the air was warping violently, as if caught in a heatwave.
'Come to Ruco when you're done,' she told Inanna before picking Sarada back up and stepping onto the platform. Seconds later, her form vanished from sight.