Elsewhere, Below Ground.
Opal Koboi paced impatiently around the large room. “Are you idiots ready yet?” she yelled at the room’s other occupants.
“Just a moment, tying my shoe lace.”
“What’s wrong with this younger generation?”
“What does Koboi mean?”
“Why the hell are we here?”
“Enough!”screamed the pixie. “I summoned the best villains in the galaxy, and you guys are just freaking-”
“I’m not a villain!”argued Ice King. “I love rainbows and lollipops and ponies and princesses…”
“Sounds like you suck,”muttered Vilgax.
“Wasn’t that obvious from the beginning?”moaned Frieza.
Opal pounded a fist on the table. “RIGHT! Give me just one reason I shouldn’t kill all of you right now!”
“These younger generations,”sighed Granny Jojo.
“You’re first, Granny bunny rabbit! I have had enough of all this-”
“Get on with yer da** plan already,”yawned Vilgax.
“You are all involved in this,”explained Opal, suddenly pleased with somebody asking something meaningful. “I originally intended to hatch my plan against my own enemies, but seeing as I would need some assistance, I summoned you all. You will have your revenge, I will have mine. You get to take out your enemies. What’s more a villain could wish for?”
“A princess?”suggested Ice King. Opal growled at him. “Stupid old people.”
“Do I get to absorb those saiyans?”asked Majin Buu, grinning. “That isn’t killing but I’ll still have what I want.”
“Correct!”shouted Opal. “We get all we want! You are so smart, dear, even though you really don’t look it. We finally get what we want, and those so-called “good guys” will lose this time.”
She paused. “What do you think?”
“These younger generations,”said Granny Jojo, shaking her head.