Black: Oh Cynder, where are you now? *Looks around for her*

Cynder: *hiding in the closet*

Black: I know you're around here somewhere, now come on out.

Cynder: You'll never find me!

Black: *sighs* Are you hiding in the closet again? You always hide in there when you don't want to go to the doctor.

Cynder: Yeah well, you'd hide too if you had to see scary needles all the time.

Black: Those shots are to keep you from getting sick with the mortals' disgusting diseases. You know that.

Cynder: I know, but they hurt...

Black: If you're good, I'll take you to get ice cream if you want.

Cynder: Really? Okay!

Black: Good girl. *Kisses her head and teleports to the doctor*

Cynder: *hides behind him*

Black: Cynder, it's okay, come out.

Cynder: *comes out of hiding*

Black: This is Son Goku, he's going to be your doctor.

Goku: Hi Cynder!

Cynder: H-hi...*hides*

Goku: Aw, it's okay, I won't hurt you! I just want to give you a check-up and a few shots you need, okay?

Cynder: *shakes her head*

Black: *sighs* Cynder, come on. You need them.

Cynder: Fine.....*sits on the bed*

Goku: Good! *Smiles and gives her a check-up* Alright, everything is good, I just need to give you your shots, okay?

Black: I'll hold your hand if it makes you feel better. *Holds her hand*

Cynder: *grips it tightly*

Goku: *gives her the shots* There you go, all done! *Gives her a lollipop*

Black: What do you say, Cynder?

Cynder: Thank you, Doctor Goku....

Goku: You're welcome!

Black: *teleports to get ice cream* Here you go, Cynder, as I promised.

Cynder: *smiles* Yay! *Eats a huge sundae*

Black: *smiles and ruffles her hair*

Cynder: Yummy! *Finished eating it*

Black: Ready to go home?

Cynder: Yes!

Black: *teleports home*

Cynder: Thanks, big brother. *Hugs him*

Black: *hugs back* Go play outside now, alright?

Cynder: Okay! *Goes outside to play*

Black: *watches her play* Soon, she'll begin her training and be prepared for our Zero Mortal Plan.

Zamasu: If she is willing to go along with it.

Black: She will be.

Zamasu: If you say so. *Drinks his tea*

Black: *leans against the railing* I do say so. She'll be ready soon.

Zamasu: Hm. If she wants to be.

Black: Why do you doubt me?

Zamasu: Because she is still a child, how can you expect her to be ready?

Black: Trust me, she will.

Zamasu: Alright.