Prologue

AKA previously on dragon ball z

Was it normal to break into the lair of your evil scientist sorcerer brother? The most logical answer would be no, but the word 'logical' never really went with Lance's life. 'So if logical circumstances are unusual for me, wouldn't illogical circumstances be considered usual and thus normal?' he pondered, lightly treading the white tile floors. The deafening sound of a insane man screaming "Where is it! Where is it!" behind him. 'What exactly is the official definition of normal, and even if the definition does support my theory of 'illogical being considered normal under certain circumstances' does that mean that my life can be considered normal. Well, that begs the question: Does the official definition of normal truly define what is and isn't normal'

"Hey you, hold it right there"

Bringing his train of thought to a halt, Lance looked up to see two armed men staring at him down the sights of their guns. Paying them no mind he continued walking and pondering.

"Didn't you hear me? I said stop!"

Lance kept going

"If you make one one move I WILL shoot!"

Lance made several more moves

"That's it!"

The two guards pulled back on their triggers, and a distinctive BANG came from their weapons. An attack was clearly declared. In response Lance only said two words.

"Mirror force"

The speed of the bullets suddenly decreased, until they came to a point where they stopped altogether. Then, in the same second, they started to move backwards, as if all the momentum taken was forced back on them in reverse. The bullets went flying back to their owners, striking them to the ground. As lance walked past them he bent down and looked at them,

"Do you think that if the english language has a word like 'literally' which literally means what it means but at the same time literally doesn't mean what it means, e.g. figuratively, any word can be subject to similarly different interpretations based on context, and no word has a set in stone meaning?"

The guard looked up at him, terribly confused, "what?"

Sighing, Lance moved on, "you're useless".

However, as he walked through the halls, the voice that previously murmured, "Where is it!" now called out "LANCE! I CAN HEAR YOU, I know you have it, and when I catch you I'LL RIP OUT YOUR FINGERBONES ONE BY ONE"

"Jees Gorlim, calm yourself"

"MADMAN'S MASSACRE, ATTACK"

A monster appeared from the hallway behind him. It's body made of patchwork parts awkwardly stitched together by some surgeon who apparently had no idea how to surgeon, as after he was done he left the scalpel in the skin of his beast, as well as countless other bladed objects of several sizes, shapes, and forms, popping out of every nook and cranny of this monstrosity. Daggers stuck out of its arms and legs, out of the palms of his hands there were gladiuses, a large greatsword stuck out of its back, but more terrifying than all of that were its eyes. Yellow and black, glowing and lifeless, angry and hungering. This is an avid description of the eyes that targeted Lance for their hunt. Their gaze was so powerful Lance's 'passenger' started shaking in the bag on his back.

"Shush, it's alright" Lance whispered, "he won't take you back", but just as he promised this that his promise become twice as hard to fulfill. The door at the end of the hall, which was Lance's main escape route, was busted open by a team of guards who had heard the gunshots. Fearing it was being closed in on, the contents of Lance's bag started shivering again. Noticing this, Lance slid the bag off his back and held it in his arms, "hey, didn't you hear me? I said he wouldn't take you, and that's a promise" he comforted while rocking it back and forth, but now he had a dilemma. There was a braindead zombie with knives to his left, and braindead humans with guns to his right. 'Should've saved that mirror force'. He scanned his surrounding, there had to be another way. Well, there was that window.

Lance looked to his bag again, "I apologise in advance"

…..

Why did Sarah have to be so kind? It was by far one of her worst traits, but she couldn't help it. Whenever she saw something that needed her help she just… can't stop herself. So when her stupid brother made his stupid plan to stop her other stupid brother from releasing the forces of chaos and death upon the world, of course she volunteered to help, but did he really have to take so long?

"He's late" she mumbled. He said he'd be in and out in five minutes, he went in at around 10:00, and now it was 10:06. She started tapping her foot frantically. What the heck was he doing? Knowing Lance it was probably something stupid, but she couldn't help but worry. No, she shouldn't worry. This whole thing was his idea, if he gets hurt because of it… well he has no one to blame but himself.

10:07. This wasn't right, none of this was right. Even if he did really did… what Lance said he did, he was still their brother. Couldn't he be reasoned with, was there no way to avoid this 'brother vs brother' conflict. Great, now she was pacing. Nothing helps you relax like pacing in a dark alley next to your car outside your evil brother's evil lair. Seriously the only thing that could make her more on edge would be a… gunshot.

What were those 'bangs'? It sounded like they came from the building. Instinctively, Sara's hand went to her left pocket, to her deck, preparing for the worst. Not a moment too soon, as the worst came leaping out of a second story window, holding a shaking bag close to his chest, with an assortment of bullets and blades flying after him.

"Waboku!" Sarah called out at the top of her lungs. Like magic all the knives, gunfire, broken glass, and other things that would've cause serious damage harmlessly ricocheted off of the window jumper. Even the twenty foot fall didn't even seem to faze him.

"Start the car" Lance ordered, making eye contact with his sister, and Sarah didn't have to be told twice. In a rushed series of movements, she climbed into the driver's seat, and turned over the engine. Lance was soon by her side in the passenger seat. Once they were both seated (properly or improperly) Sara hit the gas and took off.

They drove in silence until they had gotten a good distance away, when Lance said, "Well, that was a close shave" which earned him a smack to the back of the head by his sister, "hey, what the heck?"

"What exactly were you doing in there?" Sarah snapped

Lance gave her a confused look, "... the plan. Is this a trick question?"

His sister glared at him, "Really now? So how come with a plan that was basically 'walk in, pick up a peace of paper, leave' you manage to get the attention of every guard in the building" she ranted, sarcasm dripping from the mouth.

"First off, eyes on the road sis, you're driving, and second off,... I did make a small detour" Lance unzipped his bag, revealing a small child, no more than a year or two old, shivering and clasping a golden card in it's hand.

"Is that a kid?!"

"EYES ON THE ROAD"

"Oh for the love of…" Sarah reached into her pocket again, "Spellbound Sprite" in her lap appeared a small pixie like creature with magic symbols all over her blue skin and dress, "mind driving?" Sarah asked. The tiny monster looked to the steering wheel, then back to her master, nodded and grabbed hold of the wheel. "Thank you" now she could glare at Lance all she wanted, "now, can you please tell me why, oh why did you, instead of just grabbing the evidence and waiting for the E.L.O.D to raid the place, take a small child and JUMP OUT OF A WINDOW?!"

"Wow, when you put it like that it makes me sound careless"

"You WERE careless!"

"Well, at least I got what we came for" Lance defended as he pulled out a yellow folder from a separate pocket of his bag. "And besides, what was supposed to do, let him keep it? No no" he pulled the child out of his bag and held it close, "he's never getting near this again."

Sarah sunk into her seat, this had been a long day, but there still was one more question to ask, "what are you going to do with it now?" Lance smiled at her suggestively, "oh no, oh heck no, Animus No! There is no way I'm going to… just no"

"Oh come on, you're already playing babysitter, and I think our high and mighty chosen one could use a playmate. Please Sarah, for the kid." Lance begged.

Sarah took a good long look at the child. Half of her screamed to take it and make sure it was warm and safe forever, and the other repeated over and over that she just didn't have the energy to do it. Finally her second half caved to it's much louder counterpart. She took the child into her arms and started rocking it. 'Why' she thought 'why do I have to be so kind'.