corridor.A squeaky woman's voice blared from the television and told about the opening of a new shopping center in the city. Darken's tail wrapped itself tightly around her waist, but she couldn't suppress the queasy feeling in her stomach. "Hello, I'm back," the Saiyan mumbled meekly and her gaze fixed on her feet.


Mr. Hamato didn't look up from his television and growled an absent "hmm".


Mrs. Hamato, on the other hand, looked up from her handicrafts and gave her niece a weak smile. But then her gaze fell on the wall clock and the middle-aged woman's expression suddenly darkened. "Why are you home so early?"


"There was a problem," was the short answer.


The man looked up suspiciously when he heard the word "problem" come out of his niece's mouth. "What kind of problem?"