"It... it worked," she said breathlessly. The sun was blocked out, but its effect still lingered. Some were out like lights, sleeping right there on the ground. Others, like her, were awake, but felt out of sorts, like waking up from a deep sleep and being completely unaware of what year it was.
"Your Highness!" a soldier called out from nearby. He and two others standing next to him were leaning against a pile of debris in a desperate attempt to catch their bearings and snap out of it. "What's happening now?"
"I don't know," she responded. "Gather as much of your wits as you can and see to those who succumbed. Get them out of harm's way; I get the feeling this is only just starting."
They nodded and pushed off the debris. One tapped her comm to communicate with other soldiers who were still awake. Before long, an entire battalion of soldiers arrived and started air-lifting the sleeping Saiyans to a nearby hospital.
Sarada, for her part, glanced up at the sun and frowned. "I need to find Avoca and Parsley." The latter had most likely arrived shortly after Sarada's warning and already found her. With that in mind, Sarada quickly flew toward the palace.