The God of Death Saga

Book One

Metallic Tears

Chapter One

Reclaiming Life

(Forgetting Cell)

Disclaimer: I am not real good at putting disclaimers on each of my chapters, so this disclaimer will cover the entire story. I do not own Dragon Ball Z. I only own the characters, Adam Gero, Kantro Bishio, and any other original characters who might appear. Also I do not own Pepsi Cola, but damn I drink a lot of it. Oh well, I guess since I don't smoke cigarettes or drink that much beer, I guess I'm ok.

Waves crashed onto Kami Island, as thunder roared throughout the heavens. Rain pelted the tiny pink house, and a small tree began to sway violently due to the strong winds. Inside of the pink house, a short black haired man sat watching a television, which was beginning to cut in and out. The voice of a news caster could be heard coming through the television. "Our meteorologist have stated that the storm should be finished within the next three hours. Should your power go out, make sure that you have plenty of candles, and please remember to keep all refrigerators shut unless necessary."

'Great that means the storm will not be over for at least another six hours for us,' the black haired man said as he stood up from the small red couch, and marched into the kitchen. 'Doesn't look like I will be getting any real training done today.'

"Krillin my boy," a bald elderly man called while stepping into the kitchen right behind the former monk. "We should have stocked up on more food."

"We will be fine Master Roshi," Krillin called as he opened the refrigerator. "I just went shopping yesterday."

"When did you go shopping," Master Roshi asked. Quickly the bald man situated himself in a chair, while staring at Krillin's back.

"Yesterday evening," Krillin replied as he pulled a beverage out, and quickly began to drink from the newly opened container. Once he was finished, Krillin shut the door to the refrigerator, and sat down next to the former martial arts master. "I took Eighteen with me. While she went clothes shopping, I bought groceries."

"Speaking of our newest resident," Master Roshi began while allowing the black sunglasses he always wore to slide down his face. "Why doesn't she come down, and at the least, share a meal with us."

"We don't want to push her," Krillin retorted. "She will join us when she feels comfortable around us. Remember that she has had it far rougher then either of us Master, and if you really want her to become comfortable with us, you should stop trying to sneak peeks at her while she is in the shower."

"You know I can't help myself my boy," Roshi stated while laughing lightly.

"If you wish to keep enjoying your long life Master, I would stop," Krillin commented before taking another swig of his beverage. "One of these times she is going to do far worse then just backhand you."

"When that day comes," Roshi began with a large smile. "I hope I catch a peek."

'He just will never change,' Krillin thought while taking another drink of his beverage. The last drink was enough to empty the container, and quickly Krillin got to his feet, and threw the beverage container into a trashcan, which had been placed to the right of the refrigerator. 'At least Eighteen decided to come stay with us. Hopefully Master Roshi won't scare her away.'

Quickly Krillin grinned slightly before turning to head out of the kitchen. "Well Master, I shall see you in the morning, and hopefully this storm will be gone by then," Krillin called as he exited the kitchen, and made his way up a small set of stairs.. Once he reached the landing, he began to trek down a narrow hallway that contained five different doors. The very first door was to his immediate left, which was the room that was housing the newest tenant in Kami House, the ever beautiful Android Eighteen, or as Krillin liked to call her, Eighteen. Roshi had just calls her the blond bombshell. It really was amazing to Krillin that the blue eyed beauty allowed the perverted old man to keep breathing.

The next door was a few feet down to the right, and that room belonged to himself. It was like his own personal sanctuary, the place that gave him comfort during the first few months after the Cell Games. Master Roshi said he had just hide from his problems, but in fact, Krillin used his room as a place to escape from reality, escape from the pain of losing his best friend, and to his own discontent, to escape to a place where the blond android would accept him, and love him. Drawing on his own thoughts made Krillin sick to his stomach for a moment. His best friend had been killed fighting a creature that he had in turn helped to achieve its goal of perfection, all because he could not press a simple red button. One simple kiss on the cheek, and Krillin had helped a sick madman to realize his life's dream of ending Son Goku's life.

'I really need to stop thinking along those lines,' Krillin yelled at himself while walking into his dark room. While most people have misgivings about walking into a dark room, Krillin had become so used to his room, which was barely furnished with a small bed directly to the back of the room, and a small dresser with a lamp on top, sat off to the left of his bed. To the right of the bed, was a small window that Krillin regularly sat at, and just allowed his mind to wonder to happier places. It was amazing to him how little he had been partaking in that activity now that Eighteen had came to live with them about a month back. 'Maybe I should go ask her if she is hungry. What if she doesn't want to be bothered though, or what if she is sleeping, and I disrupt her? She might get really upset with me, and want to move out.'

Krillin was going to keep rambling in his head, but the sound of a door opening caught his attention, and quickly Krillin rushed to his door to hear the light footsteps that could only belong to the delicate woman who was sharing the house with himself and his former master. 'I guess it must be my lucky day,' Krillin stated as he placed his hand on the door knob preparing to open the door, only to pull back when he heard a light knock on his door. Quickly regaining his composure, Krillin reached for the knob, and gave a quick turn, allowing the door to swing open of its own accord.

Standing before Krillin was the woman of his dreams, dressed in a light blue sweater and a pair of black jogging pants, which came to a stop around her calf. Her blond hair hung around her shoulders framing her face perfectly, and her blue eyes seemed to survey the room, before landing on the shorter fighter. Her icy gaze caused Krillin's heart to pump faster, and his cheeks to turn a slight pink. 'Oh great she hasn't even said anything to me, and I'm blushing like a school girl again,' Krillin said to himself while trying to hide the fact that he was blushing.

"Did I wake you up," Eighteen asked while continuing to look over the former monk.

"Oh no I was already awake," Krillin replied. For some unknown reason, his hands began to fidget with the red top he was wearing over his gray sweat pants, and this did not go unnoticed by Eighteen who now held a glare on her normally placid features.

"Do I scare you," Eighteen questioned, causing Krillin to look up at her face. Krillin hesitated for a few moments, causing the scowl on the blond's face to deepen. "Well are you going to answer my question?"

"Umm..." Krillin began becoming nervous. "Sort of."

"Then why do you continue to allow me to stay in your house? Why do you continue to go out of your way to help me," Eighteen questioned.

"I'm not scared that you are going to hurt me," Krillin said softly. "Even though I know you could kill me with a flick of your wrist, I'm not afraid of that. I'm afraid that you will get upset, and you will leave." Krillin gulped nervously, not believing his own words. Where did he get this much courage from, when a few moments ago, he could not even make a three word reply?

Apparently, Eighteen had been caught off guard by Krillin's reply, and the scowl that had been gracing her features disappeared as a look of unbelievable shock covered her features. This had been the first time she could remember someone saying that they were afraid she would leave them. Her brother loved her dearly, but he would never have told her so. It just wasn't his style, and in turn it just wasn't her style. Amazingly though, here was a man who was supposed to be one of her mortal enemies, and he was now telling her that he was afraid she would leave his house. It is funny how life turns out.

Soon Eighteen regained her bearings, and her normal placid features reappeared. "Why do you care if I leave," Eighteen asked trying to gage the small monks response.

"I honestly don't know," Krillin replied while rubbing the back of his head. "It has been so lonely here on Kami Island without you being around, and the only company I ever had was Master Roshi, but since you have been here, things have been different."

"How so," Eighteen questioned. "I sit in my room until you all go to bed, then I sneak downstairs to get some food. Which is always sitting on a plate in the refrigerator, neatly wrapped just waiting to be heat up. Other then right now, the only time we have even come close to conversing was yesterday when we went shopping, and even then we didn't talk much."

Krillin had to admit that she had a bit of a point. They never did anything together, so how could things be that much different then when she wasn't here? He could not explain it in words, but deep within himself, Krillin knew what the difference was. Being in the same house as her allowed Krillin the peace of mind that came with knowing a loved one was safe. A loved one. Yes he loved her, but he could never tell her that to her face. It would probably just make her uncomfortable, and she would just end up leaving the house. There he went again, thinking about her leaving the house again instead of focusing on the present, which amazingly included the blond that had been haunting his subconscious for three years.

"I don't need to spend time with you to feel your presence on the house," Krillin replied, doing his best to explain how he felt without leaking to much. "Just knowing you are near is comforting, because I know that you are not being hurt or tortured."

"As if something could injure me," Eighteen said calmly while looking past Krillin.

"I don't mean hurt as in being beaten by an opponent, I mean being hurt as in being attack by your own memories," Krillin replied while looking at the ground, which had become incredibly interesting to the black haired fighter. He knew that Eighteen had been having nightmares, especially when she first got her. She would wake him up in the early morning hours with her screaming. He was about to race into her room one night, but Master Roshi had stopped him stating that it would be for the best if he did not intrude on her privacy. It was times like this that Krillin was glad to live with Roshi. While most of the time he was a pervert, he did have his moments of wisdom.

"What would you know of my memories," Eighteen snapped. Once again a scowl had made its way onto her face, and her eyes glared dagger at the former monk who was still not looking up at her.

'Great the cat is out of the bag now Krillin. You are just going to have to tell her that you have heard her screaming, and she will probably hate you for making her feel weak," Krillin yelled at himself while mentally slapping himself repeatedly. Suddenly a thought popped into Krillin's head, and the former monk thanked Dende for his own stroke of genius. "I was not talking about your memories," Krillin began smoothly. "I was a fighter also, and I would always allow my memories to haunt my subconscious at night. Every night I would dream that I was face to face with the evil space tyrant Frieza, who once killed me on Namek."

"You died before," Eighteen asked allowing the scowl to fade from her features. "I didn't know about that."

"Well how about we get something to drink from downstairs, and I will tell you all about it," Krillin asked hoping that he would not push Eighteen back into the solitude of her bedroom.

"I have a better idea," Eighteen stated. "Why don't you go downstairs, and get us both something to eat and drink, then meet me in my room?"

"Okay," Krillin replied while looking up at the sky blue eyes of the blond android. "I'll meet you there in a few minutes."

"Just don't let the bald pervert know about this," Eighteen said. "He might get hope that I want to associate with him as well."

"No prob," Krillin exclaimed before rushing down the steps two at a time. Once the shorter individual was out of her presence, Eighteen walked back into her sparsely furnished bedroom. On the floor to her left were a couple of bags from shopping the previous day. Directly in front of her was her bed, which was neatly made with dark blue sheets, with a black comforter folded neatly on the foot of her bed. While living on a tropical island was great during the day, with the sun shinning and the beautifully sparkling ocean waves gliding up onto the sandy beach, then slowly receding back into the ocean, the nights on the small island were quite cold. To the left of the bed was a small closet, which housed some of her nicer clothes, all of which she had just recently purchased the day before.

Quickly Eighteen made her way to her bed, and sat down on the edge, allowing her thoughts to drift to her brother, Seventeen. She had been searching everywhere she could think of for her twin, and after two years of searching, she was finally able to find him on the same island where he had been absorbed by the monster Cell. After a short talk, the two decided it would be best to disappear from the Z Fighters, so they found a smaller island made of nothing but forest area, and the two built themselves a tiny cabin in the middle of the island. The cabin had turned out to be even tinier then Kami House, and far less pleasant. At first Eighteen was just glad to be reunited with her twin, but as the months continued to drag on, Eighteen could tell that her brother was beginning to grow increasingly more resentful towards the Z Fighters. Of course she resented the fact that they could not live normal lives, but she did not blame the Z Fighters, she blamed the cold bastard, Dr. Gero. It was his twisted ideas which took away Seventeen and hers lives. Eighteen could remember how he would torture both of them by harming the other. She could not remember her actual name, but she could remember Gero's surgeries. Many a night, she had been woken up in a screaming fit, with sweat glistening on her pale skin, as she waited for her heartbeat to return to a normal pace.

Finally one day, her twin seemed to go off the deep end. It started out like most days for her, with her waking up to an empty cabin, then going outside to a small lake where she would bath. After her bath, she would begin preparing breakfast, but this day, when she entered in the house again, she was greeted by a swift punch to her midsection, followed by a strong knee to the face, which sent her body flying through the fragile cabin. As she got up to her feet, Seventeen slammed his left fist into the right side of her face, which sent her flying backwards into a large tree, which snapped from the force of her body hitting it. This time her twin did not allow her to make it to her feet as he grabbed her around the throat, and slammed her against another tree, which sent a large crack running up the base of the tree. Then Seventeen said words to her that would echo in her dreams, "You are no longer my sister. You have become soft. You have become as weak as the Z Fighters, because you allowed them to help you. You're pathetic. Now get out of my sight before I decide to kill you."

That was the last time she had seen her brother in over a month now. It was funny how he seemed to be correct about her becoming as weak as the Z Fighters, because here she was currently 'shacked up' with one of the people she was supposed to destroy. Soon he would be back with food for her, food she could not get on her own. Hell she was currently wearing clothes that she could not get on her own. It is funny how life turns out.

Suddenly Eighteen was snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of a light knock on her door. "Come in," Eighteen called out. Quickly Krillin opened the door, and brought with him two large plates of food, along with two cans of what he had called Pepsi.

"We kind of had pizza for dinner tonight," Krillin said sheepishly. "And nothing goes better with pizza then a nice cold Pepsi." Krillin smiled lightly, and handed Eighteen one of the two plates, before sitting on the floor next to her bed.

'He is such a gentlemen,' Eighteen said to herself, enjoying the fact that Krillin knew his boundaries. "So you were going to tell me some story about a space tyrant."

"Oh yeah," Krillin exclaimed after swallowing a large bit of pizza. "Sorry I forgot due to the pizza. Ok where to begin."

"You don't have to tell me about the time you died," Eighteen said. "You shouldn't have to relive something like that."

"Ok here is something you might like," Krillin began. "Did you know that the Z Fighters have a picture of Vegeta wearing a pink shirt?"

"Seriously," Eighteen snickered a little, picturing the flame shaped hair of the Sayian Prince clashing against a bright pink shirt. "I bet he was none to happy about that."

"If he knew I still had the picture he would kill me," Krillin replied. "In fact if he knew I was about to go find it, and show it to you, he would have killed me when he had the chance."

"You still have the picture," Eighteen exclaimed. She knew it was weird to act the way she was, but for some odd reason she felt as ease near the short ex-monk. Without noticing it, Eighteen gave Krillin a bright smile, causing the Z Fighter's heart to leap into his throat.

'Wow she is really gorgeous when she smiles like that,' Krillin noted to himself as he wiped his sweating palms on his gray pants. "Just wait here a moment while I go get the picture." Quickly the black haired man rushed out of the room, and went into his own room, where he turned on the lamp, and began to open drawers. Finally he came upon the one he was looking for, which housed all of his pictures from years past.

Back in Eighteen's room, the blond haired beauty was trying to tell herself that it was normal the way she was acting. She knew Seventeen would just laugh in her face, and tell her that she was only confirming what he had told her. Then he would try to end her life, stating that he was actually doing her a favor by keeping her from becoming one of the weak Z Fighters. Weak. From her time with Krillin, she had realized just how strong the Z Fighters really were. While most of them could not hold a candle to Seventeen or herself, they would each throw down their own lives to protect one another, and the world which did not even give them the credit they deserved. Instead the credit went to some bumbling oaf, who couldn't even cause any of the Z Fighters to even cringe in pain, let alone be the one who stopped Cell's murderous rampage.

Soon Krillin returned to the room, with a stack of pictures in his hands. As the former monk set the pictures down on the floor, he quickly handed one to Eighteen, causing the blond android to begin laughing hysterically. In the picture, Vegeta was standing off to the side of the group, glaring as he usually did, but the glare was not as powerful due to the bright pink shirt, and lime green pants. Krillin began to deliver the story behind the picture in great details, and every so often he would hand her another picture, and would then delve into the story behind that picture as well. The two continued until well after the storm had stopped, allowing the morning sun to grace the tiny island. Suddenly the two could sense a strong Ki which was moving towards Earth from space.

A few thousand miles from the tiny island, in the 435 Mountain district, the savior of the planet, Son Gohan opened his eyes to stare up at the cream colored ceiling of his room. To his great surprise, his younger brother had not woken him up, which meant one of two things, his mother had already woken up, and was playing with Goten, or that she had taken the hyperactive halfbreed to Capsule Corporation to play with Trunks. Gohan hoped it was the later, so he could some time to himself. With taking care of young Goten, preparing to enter school for the first time in his life, and dealing with the pain of losing his father, Gohan had not really been able to fully concentrate on his training.

If Vegeta would find out that he was not keeping up with his training, he would receive an earful from the annoying Sayian Prince, who was probably in the right about his training. What would he do if a new threat attacked Earth, and he was not strong enough to stop the villain because he had been forgetting to train. As Gohan exited his room, he was glad to find that the house was both peaceful and quiet, which meant that his family was out of the house. If they had not been, he was quite certain that he would be hearing his mother yelling at Goten, or he would be hearing Goten playing with his action figures.

Quickly the half Sayian went into the bathroom, where he cleaned himself up, then proceeded down the stair towards the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, Gohan found a neatly written note from his mother reading: "Dear Gohan, I took Goten over to Capsule Corporation to play with Trunks while Bulma and myself do some clothes shopping. I know you were not looking forward to shopping for school clothes, so I took it upon myself to go for you. Also breakfast is sitting in the oven, and the microwave, and I think I was able to stick a few plates in the fridge. Normally I would not say this, but since Goten is getting a day off from his studies, I will allow you to skip studying. Do not expect this to become the norm. Starting tomorrow you are back to your usual routine of studying. We will be back before long, but knowing you, you will already be gone training. I will have Goten find you when it is time for dinner."

'Well that's a good thing,' Gohan exclaimed to himself. 'Now I don't have to try and lie about skipping my studies.' After eating the monstrous breakfast his mother had prepared for him, Gohan made his way back up to his room, where he changed from his night clothes into his training Gi. Once Gohan had on his navy blue weighted shirt, he slipped on his orange sleeveless top and the matching pants. Next he put the navy blue boots on, with the red and orange trimming, then came the finishing touches, the weighted navy blue wrist bands.

Gohan then exited his house, allowing a cool breeze to ruffle his gravity defying black hair. Amazingly he had been able to keep his hair from growing to the length of that before the Cell games, but he knew that his hair would soon need to be cut, because when you lived under Chi Chi's house, you lived by her rules, and as she would say, 'I'm not going to allow my baby boy to go to a public school with the hair cut of a hooligan.' Maybe he should try the technique his father taught him, and just stay a Super Sayian while at school, but then again, the people would ask about his unusual eye color, not to mention he probably would not be able to control his strength that well. That is just what he needed, for his new classmates to believe he was a freak.

Then again, he was a freak. He was one of the last member of a dying alien race, a race of aliens which could destroy the Earth as babies. If anyone ever knew that fact, they would definitely call him a freak, and treat him like an outcast, if not try to kill him. He was not afraid of anyone actually being able to kill him, because he could stop bullets in midair, and there was no one except for maybe Vegeta who could beat him in a fight. Actually, the way Vegeta had been training, he probably would lose to Vegeta at the moment. He really needed to make training more of a priority in his life, especially if he planned to continue what his father was able to do. Everyone knew Vegeta really could not give a shit if Earth was destroyed as long as Bulma and Trunks were safe. Yes he would fight any villain, but he would only fight the villain to test his strength, much like when he fought Cell in his second stage. Perhaps he had learned from his mistake, and would not allow another enemy to use his pride against him. Then again, Oolong might have learned how to fly.

Soon the young fighter lifted into the air, and flew to a secluded spot, which looked as it had been hit by an atomic bomb. Then the young warrior began to punch and kick at an invisible enemy. He continued to fight like this for nearly three hours, and showed no signs of slowing down until he felt a presence approaching him. Stopping in mid punch, Gohan turned to be greeted by his former master, the Namekian Piccolo.

The green man levitated in front of Gohan, who stopped his training. "Good Morning Piccolo," Gohan called excitedly. "What brings you by today?"

"Can't I want to spar with someone other then myself," Piccolo asked allowing a slight smirk to grace his face, which ended up showing his white fangs to the halfbreed fighter. "Besides you have been so busy, we haven't had a chance to talk since that day on the lookout."

"What could you wish to talk about," Gohan asked while dropping into a fighting stance. "I mean it is not like you come by for visits unless something is wrong."

Piccolo's only reply was a quick snort, before the Namekian took off his white turban and cape, allowing his dark blue Gi to be seen for the first time. The pants to the Gi were held up by a purple sash, and the outfit was finished off by a pair of brown pointed shoes. "You know I don't get much time to myself due to Dende's lack of experience."

"Speaking of our guardian," Gohan began. "How is he doing?"

"He is good," Piccolo replied dropping into a fighting stance of his own. "He is full of questions as one would expect."

"Well I suspect that being Guardian is a lot for him, considering that if he messes up, it not only effects him, but also the people of Earth," Gohan retorted.

"I guess you are right," Piccolo stated. "I just wish the kid would follow his gut a little more then second guessing everything."

"You make it sound as if Kami never second guessed anything," Gohan supplied.

"He never second guessed if he should have the peas or the corn," Piccolo exclaimed, causing the younger warrior to laugh lightly. "This is not a laughing matter Gohan. What will he do when I am gone? Who will he question then?"

"By that time," Gohan started. "He will be far more experienced at his job, and he won't need you anymore. Now are we just going to talk, or are we going to get down to the real conversation." Knowing exactly what Gohan was referring too, Piccolo rushed at the half Sayian, and the two began to spar, only to stop when a strange ki interrupted them.

"That ki feels like that of a Sayian, but it is not Vegeta, Trunks, or your brother, and it definitely can't be your father," Piccolo stated.

"Whoever it is appears to be coming from space," Gohan stated. "We should go get Vegeta, and then go look into this."

"Don't forget about us," Krillin's voice sounded from just behind the two warriors. The Sayian and Namekian where surprised to see Eighteen with Krillin, but neither tried to attack the blond as she had expected them to do.

"Do you think it would be a good idea to take her to Capsule Corporation," Piccolo asked. "I mean Vegeta will try to rip her apart."

"Well he won't succeed," Gohan replied. "If he tries, we will just remind him about his past, and how he tried to destroy the planet himself."

"Oh he won't be trying to fight her because she is an android," Piccolo replied. "He will try to fight her because she beat him in a fight already."

"And I can do it again," Eighteen replied confidently.

"I wouldn't be so sure of yourself," Piccolo exclaimed. "Vegeta's power far exceeds your own. You saw that with your own eyes."

"I guess it is a risk I'm going to have to take," Eighteen replied.

"Your funeral," Piccolo retorted, before turning to fly towards Capsule Corporation.

"Don't worry Eighteen," Gohan said. "I won't let Vegeta kill you."

"Thanks Gohan," Eighteen said, surprising even herself.

"No problem," Gohan called while giving her a thumbs up as he flew towards Capsule Corporation as well.

'Wow my brother was a hundred percent correct when he said I was becoming one of the Z Fighters,' Eighteen said to herself before following after the group.

Sun beamed off the doomed building which stood as a testament to human strength. The building was Capsule Corporation, which housed the world wealthiest and smartest woman on the planet, Bulma Briefs. The bright yellow building was the first of its kind, and was still to date, the most modern of all architecture in the world, which bragged to the genius that was the Briefs Family. Originally it was Bulma's mother Bunny, who had came up with the plans for the house, but it was the great Dr. Briefs, Bulma's father, who used his money to have the building crafted. To most the building was considered a marvel, and worthy of great praise, but to Bulma Briefs, it was home.

At the moment, the blue haired beauty was standing outside of her doomed house, talking with her best friend, Son Chi Chi. Both woman had endured quite a bit during their lives, which helped to bring them closer, especially when both Goku and Vegeta decided to go fight Cell, leaving Bulma to raise her infant son Trunks by herself. Bulma was nearly glued to Chi Chi's hip during the actual Cell games, something both women knew they needed at the time. Of course Chi Chi had been left home alone before by Son Goku, but never had she felt so alone as when her first born went into the tournament as well.

Once Chi Chi and Bulma found out that Goku had decided to stay dead this final time, Bulma tried to convince Chi Chi to pack up everything, and move into Capsule Corporation with her and her family. Chi Chi declined of course, stating that Goku had hand built their house, and she would never be able to leave it behind, because the house was all that she had left of Goku.

At the moment, both women where talking about the shopping trip they had gone on, and how the two half Sayians, Goten and Trunks, were never going to be allowed in public by themselves. The two half Sayians were currently in the yard, sparring, but soon the spar turned into a full fledge fight, causing the two women to intervene.

"If the two of you can't play nicely," Bulma stated. "Then you will not get any desert for a week. Now behave for a little while. Wait I have an even better idea. Why don't you go see if your father would like some company Trunks?"

"Goten you go with him," Chi Chi exclaimed. "And don't get into anymore trouble, or else."

Without a second thought about their fight, the two hyperactive Sayians bolted towards the Gravity Room, where Vegeta, as usual, was busy training. "Those two are amazing," Bulma supplied as she sat back in a ravishingly comfortable lawn chair while fixing her light blue dress which came to a stop just above her knees.

"The advantages of youth," Chi Chi said absentmindedly while fiddling with one of the buttons on her traditional Chinese dress. "Sometimes I wish I was in my youth again. Usually I just dream about the years Goku and I spent as teens, and how he would look at me, and I could see the love sparkling in his eyes. It made me feel so alive, and yet, now I'm older, and no where near as beautiful as I used to be."

"Chi Chi," Bulma began trying to console her best friend. "You are still beautiful, and if Goku was still alive, he would attest to that as well. Besides, if you really want to become younger, all you have to do is say so. I have been thinking about this lately. We have the perfect way to turn back age, and they go by the name of the Dragon Balls."

At the mention of the Dragon Balls, Chi Chi allowed a frown to grace her features. "Not those accursed things," Chi Chi snapped. "Those things bring about nothing but trouble." It was not that she was afraid of the Dragon like most of the others, but she blamed the Dragon Balls for all of the villains who came to Earth. All of the villains that her husband would rush off to fight, just to make sure that the world was safe from harm. While they had given her back her husband once, they were also the main cause of the worlds problems, including Vegeta, who came to Earth to make a wish on the Earth's Dragon Balls.

"Think about it Chi Chi," Bulma began. "We could have Gohan or Vegeta go looking for the Dragon Balls, then we could make our wish, and then we could place the Dragon Balls up at the Lookout so that if we ever need them again, they would all be in one place. Plus you know Goku will come back one day, so why not be looking your best when he does come back."

"You said that one day Goku will be coming back," Chi Chi began herself. "Well wouldn't it make sense to collect the balls when he is ready, then make both wishes, for him to come back to life, and for us to be reverted back to our twenties, when he is ready to come back?"

Bulma was about to continue trying to persuade the younger woman, but was cut off by the green Namekian Piccolo landing right in front of both her and Chi Chi, who jumped slightly. "What the hell," Bulma yelled while jumping from her seat. "Don't you ever give people warnings?"

"How would you like me to do that, when the Lookout doesn't have a phone," Piccolo smirked knowing that he had outwitted the blue genius this time. "Anyways, Vegeta knew I was on my way with Gohan, Krillin, and he might not have known, Android Eighteen."

"What do you mean the tin can is on her way to my house," Vegeta's scruffy voice called from the door to the doomed house. "Does she want to die that badly?" Vegeta walked through the doorway to stand right beside his wife. As was the usual, Vegeta was wearing his skin tight blue spandex, with the white gloves and boots.

"Now Vegeta, this is my house, and if she is nice you will leave her alone," Bulma snapped at the Sayian Prince, who only looked down at the blue haired beauty before scowling deeply. "Do I make myself clear?"

"If she so much as makes a smart ass comment," Vegeta snarled. "She dies."

"No if she tries to harm any of us, then you can kill her," Bulma replied while patting the Sayian on the arm. Soon Gohan, Krillin, and Eighteen landed on the lawn of Capsule Corporation, with the first two greeting both Chi Chi and Bulma. Eighteen kept her hands behind her back waiting to have Vegeta explode, but seeing as how he had only growled lightly, she guessed he decided to let her live for now. No doubt she would have to thank Bulma for that fact once she got a chance.

"So I am guessing that you are all here because of the strange ki from space," Vegeta asked.

"You guessed correctly," Gohan replied finally acknowledging the Sayian Prince's presence. "It feels like a Sayian, but I thought that we were the only ones left alive."

"As far as I knew, we were," Vegeta answered. "But I could have been wrong, but it just doesn't make any sense. Frieza blew up the entire planet. Everything was destroyed, including the stars which were surrounding the planet."

"Maybe a hunting party was left out," Gohan said in more a question form.

"No," Vegeta stated. "It was the time of our harvest, meaning no one would have been away from the planet."

"Well it doesn't matter how they survived," Piccolo snapped. "All that matters is finding out what they want, and stopping them if it is something evil."

"There is no need to worry green bean," Vegeta smirked. "With my power, we will easily snuff out whoever it is."

"Don't get to cocky Vegeta," Gohan admonished. "In a fight, anyone can get lucky."

"Well by my calculations," Vegeta stated. "They should be landing within the next forty five minutes. Perhaps we should go greet them."

"We were counting on you saying that," Piccolo replied while levitating into the air. "Now let's get going so we can be back for dinner."

A/N: Sorry for the crappy ending to the chapter. I really could not think of a way to wrap it up, but I hope to do a better job of ending the next chapter. In the next chapter, we will get to meet the alien invader, as well as learning a little bit about Vegeta's father. If you want to know where all of this is going, stay tuned for the next chapter. Please leave a review so I know if you enjoyed the story so far. I promise more action in the next chapter.