The galaxy echoed with the ominous whispers of impending doom. The news of Artic's destructive path had reached even the furthest corners of the universe. Planets trembled, civilizations quivered, and the once-mighty warriors bowed their heads to the looming threat. In the midst of this cosmic unrest stood Callion, a Saiyan warrior monk who had dedicated his life to the pursuit of strength and mastery. His journey had taken him across the stars, from the peaceful and calm landscapes of Yardrat to the afterlife that is Otherworld, witnessing the devastation left in the wake of Artic's relentless pursuit of power, feeling the absurd energy that the changeling had acquired through the usage of the Namekian Dragonballs.

The Saiyan, clad in battle-worn gi, carried the weight of the impending storm in his steely gaze. The visions of fallen warriors and razed planets fuelled the fire within him, igniting a determination to stand against the approaching cataclysm. Months of unrelenting training had etched lines of focus and resilience on his face. Sleepless nights and endless battles had sculpted Callion into a formidable force, a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching darkness. The echoes of past struggles reverberated through his every movement, a testament to the price paid for strength.

As the universe held its breath, Callion found himself standing on the precipice of Earth, the next target on Artic's path of destruction. The Saiyan's heart beat with a rhythmic cadence, a fusion of anticipation and resolve. In a moment's decision, he harnessed the ancient Saiyan technique, instant transmission, disappearing from the edge of the atmosphere. The cosmos, vast and unyielding, bore witness to the Saiyan's journey. Callion's arrival on the Lookout marked a pivotal moment—a convergence of preparation, determination, and an unwavering commitment to defend the last bastion of hope on Earth.

And so, as he materialized onto the Lookout's sacred grounds, the weight of the universe rested on Callion's shoulders. The prologue, a prelude to the impending clash, had played out in battles fought across galaxies, etching a legacy of resilience and strength that would now be tested on the home front. Emerging through instant transmission onto the serene grounds of the Lookout, Callion took in the peaceful ambiance that contrasted sharply with the impending threat looming on the horizon. He straightened his stance, his Saiyan instincts keenly attuned to the surrounding energies.

It felt like a lifetime since he was last here with Ayu and the kids, being by Ayu’s side, Cleric, Cress, Terra. It was a moment of bliss, albiet a small one, but something that the Saiyan grew to honestly like and enjoy. Had it not been for Liari’s rampage at South City, which only drove Callion to acquire more training and to become stronger – and what a training he had received from the most high and venerated of masters across space, to have taught him the fabled Instant Transmission technique, and other suitable moves he could use in battle.

But now, for at least in the moment, Callion could try to put aside the fists, and take a moment of clarity and reunite with those he cared for. Though even he had changed. He made sure to at least made himself presentable, clean fresh clothing, hair, smooth skin, even his ridiculously long and girthy skipping rope that was his Saiyan tail was presentable. In his left hand, Callion carried a specially crafted bag made from the finest Earthling fabric. Its durable material bore intricate designs of modern Earthling symbols interwoven with symbols representing tranquillity and hope. Embroidered upon it were the initials "A.Y.U." in elegant golden thread—a silent tribute to Ayu.

Within this meticulously crafted bag lay a treasure trove of carefully selected gifts, each chosen with Ayu's gentle spirit and love for peace in mind.

At the heart of the assortment rested a delicate, handcrafted wind chime—a fusion of shimmering crystals and polished stones. Each piece emitted a soft, melodic tone when stirred by the gentlest breeze, its harmonious cadence echoing the serenity that Ayu exuded. As the wind danced through the Lookout, the chime's soothing melody would weave a symphony of tranquility, carrying whispers of calmness to every corner.

Nestled beside the wind chime was a collection of intricately woven silk scarves, each dyed in vibrant hues that mirrored the kaleidoscope of colors decorating the Lookout's gardens. Made by skilled artisans from distant planets, these scarves bore patterns reminiscent of celestial wonders—galaxies swirling amidst nebulous clouds, a tribute to Ayu's appreciation for the cosmos. A set of rare herbs and floral essences, sourced from planets renowned for their healing properties, lay in carefully sealed containers. These herbs, handpicked under the Saiyan warrior's vigilant eye, possessed potent healing energies—a testament to Callion's desire to support Ayu's well-being amidst the impending turmoil. With a gentle aroma that lingered in the air, these natural remedies promised moments of respite amid the chaos.

Amidst the array of gifts, a small, intricately carved wooden box caught the light, its surface polished to a lustrous sheen. Inside lay a collection of hand-written scrolls, each adorned with Saiyan wisdom and tales of valor, a reflection of Callion's respect for Ayu's quest for knowledge and inner strength. Finally, nestled within the depths of the bag, lay a shimmering crystal pendant—an embodiment of resilience and hope. Crafted from a rare mineral found only in the far reaches of the galaxy, the crystal glimmered with an ethereal radiance, a symbol of unwavering determination and unwavering faith—qualities Callion admired in Ayu.



Oh, but that’s not all. Callion even brought gifts for the Saiyan children! After all he IS Uncle Callion, his own Saiyan Pride was on the line!



At the center of the assortment lay a set of miniature training weights crafted to match the strength and endurance of young Saiyan warriors. Each weight bore a distinct inscription of encouragement—a reminder that strength is forged through determination and perseverance. These weights, meticulously calibrated to challenge but not overwhelm, would aid the children in their physical conditioning.

Nestled beside the training weights were intricately carved wooden practice swords, their handles designed to fit snugly in smaller hands. Crafted from resilient woods sourced from diverse planets, these swords bore Saiyan symbols etched along their blades, symbols of bravery and valor. With these training swords, Callion sought to impart the essence of discipline and technique to the young warriors.

A collection of colorful, hand-stitched martial arts uniforms lay folded neatly, each garment tailored to the specific size and style of the children. These uniforms, embroidered with symbols of honor and camaraderie, represented the unity and strength found in martial arts training.

In a smaller pouch, Callion carried a selection of interactive holographic training modules. These modules, designed to simulate combat scenarios and techniques, promised to engage the children's imagination while honing their combat skills. With a flicker of Saiyan technology, holographic adversaries would materialize, challenging the young warriors to strategize and adapt—an immersive training experience.

Tucked alongside the training modules lay a bundle of storybooks chronicling legendary Saiyan warriors and their valorous exploits. Each book, beautifully illustrated and adorned with tales of bravery and resilience, aimed to inspire the children's aspirations while imparting moral lessons of courage and heroism.

Lastly, a set of shimmering crystal amulets, infused with protective energies, were carefully stored within the depths of the bag. These amulets, a fusion of Saiyan craftsmanship and mystical properties, were meant to ward off negative energies and instill confidence in the young warriors during their training sessions.

As Callion materialized onto the Lookout, burdened not only with the weight of impending conflict but also with a fervent desire to nurture and protect, these gifts spoke volumes of his commitment to empowering the young Saiyans—fostering their potential as defenders of Earth. With Callion stepped onto the Lookout, burdened with the weight of impending conflict, these gifts, carried with care and purpose, spoke volumes of his admiration and respect for Ayu—the embodiment of peace amidst the storm.

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“HOOONEEEEEY!"
"I’M HOOOOOOOOOOOME!!”

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