Despite his ruined outfit and a few scuffs, Polar wasn’t all that bad off. Certainly not enough to use one of his own healing capsules. He nodded his head when the girl answered.
“That’s correct. However.” He held up a finger. “Sometimes the damage to the timeline has been done. Then, out job becomes to set history back on the right course.” He clenched his fist tightly in front of her. “By whatever means are necessary.” He gestured over to the ridge. “You’ll see soon enough, follow me. And keep your energy down.” He dashed quickly over to the rise, not flying our using his KI.
When they got to the rise, he pointed over into a valley on the other side. “Down there.”
Below, three figures stood. A namekian, a male in and orange Gi, and an armored figure with a lot of hair.
“Kakkarot! You were a fool to come here!” The big haired man mocked. “You know you can’t defeat me, even with the help of that little green man.”
“I’m here for my son!” The one in the orange Gi responded.
As the three began fighting, Polar turned his attention back to Pumki. Gesturing with his hands he explained. “According to history, both the man in orange, Goku; and the Saiyan Raditz die here today.” He crossed his arms and held up a finger. “The trouble is, in this timeline Goku’s son, Gohan, is far stronger and will save his father’s life.” He points to the Saiyan pod lying in a nearby crater. “Gohan is in there right now, but when he sees his dad getting beaten…he’ll explode in a rush of power.” The clansman closes his eyes and spreads his arms in a weighing gesture. “Now then, Time patroller Pumki. How do you set history right? Whatever your plan is, get to it!”