[center][h1][color=gold]Maize[/color][/h1][/center]

Maize had started to wonder what she had gotten herself into. This group, this team was anything but. Their supposed leader was truly unfit. After all the last group under her command burned themselves to a crisp leaving just her and this confused lot behind. She didn't want to meet the same fate, but honestly what choice did she have? As it stood her universe was gone and she was specifically one of several targets across the multiverse. Was all of this because she was apparently the Super Saiyan of legend? That might have been the case since Tabaga was one as well. But what about the others? A suicidal Frost Demon ridden with survivors guilt, a soldier who sees himself as a tool, a blind girl, a currently unconscious pink goo, and a robot. What did they all have in common?

She pondered on this for as she walked off on her own for a few hours. She had wanted to go after Ovaan, but decided to give him time to himself for now. She didn't understand why she cared about his wellbeing. Maybe it was because of her relationship with Frieza. He may have been a tyrant, but in a way he still was her father. She never really fully unpacked that after she killed him. She just went on to live her life. But it wasn't like the Frieza Empire had any mental health insurance plans. She couldn't recall there ever being a single therapist in the empire. Legend had it that one told Frieza that he had this thing called short man Syndrome and he demanded the execution of every therapist in the known galaxy. His height was always a button you never wanted to push.

Once Maize was out of her own head she realized that the others had went off to do their own thing as well. Even the Frost Demon had started to train in the Gravity Machine for some time now. She could feel the fluctuations in his ki. He seemed to be giving it his all and may fall to the machine soon. She decided to leave him be until after and continued to walk around the destroyed city.