It's the new saga, im excited... I hope you are too. Anyway, its a good one.

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Three months ago, yet another battle took place for Earth and its people. The Z Warriors managed to survive, but not without casualties. The battle left Goten and Laurel locked away in their subconscious; dreadful comas with no end in sight. Now, as Goku's body was destroyed in the fight, life without him must persist as well. Will this new found "peace" last for Earth's saviors and its inhabitants or will another dreadful event unfold?

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Piccolo glanced out from spot on King Kai's planet. He decided to visit before heading off to continue his obligation of guarding H.F.I.L. He figured it was the least he could do after the blue gentleman had done so much more for him.

"Now why are you wasting so much time?" King Kai ranted from the background. Piccolo was just staring off into space like it was going to attack him. That green bimbo sometimes didn't have the attention span of a four year old.

Piccolo looked back, annoyed for a moment, but then pleased at his mentor's presence. "A calm mind is keen for training," Piccolo answered, trying to come up with an excuse for his daydreaming. He could have easily dispatched of the Kai, but that part of his life was gone. He had become more of a humanitarian since the fight with Frieza.

King Kai smiled walked closer to the crouching Piccolo. "Well, I know someone who doesn't have a keen mind at all," King Kai said with a smile. He was happy to see his former student back, but also sad at the same time. While he wouldn't be returning to Earth anytime soon… Earth definitely needed him. King Kai then sighed; he had to pull too many strings to get the lad's body back.

Piccolo turned and cracked a smile upon seeing the figure behind King Kai. It was a figure that he hadn't seen for quite sometime… well, sort of. "Never thought I'd see you here so soon," Piccolo said, his smile unwavering.

Goku scratched the back of his head and laughed nervously. "Well, you know how it goes," Goku said with a bright smile. He was glad to be truly back and not possessed by some crazy weirdo. "It's good to see you, Piccolo," Goku said.

"Likewise, my old friend," Piccolo returned and extended a gracious hand. Seeing him with a pure, good natured smile was refreshing.

Goku rolled his eyes and embraced his tall, green friend. "Who care's about being formal. Hug me!" Goku yelled and squeezed tight.

Piccolo tried to escape the hug, but was quickly caught up in it. What a display of affection. Okay, so maybe he wasn't that much of a humanitarian. "It's uh… good to see you too," Piccolo said with a surprised stammer.

"Don't be such a stiff, Piccolo!" Goku said, releasing the hug and slapping his friend on the shoulder. "Besides, we're going to be partners in crime for a good long while," Goku said with a grin. Piccolo smiled at him nervously and Goku just began to laugh. Piccolo was rigid, but he sure did have a sense of humor.

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Vegeta stretched his tense muscles as he entered the kitchen of his house. The kitchen, still much too small for him, was still a comfort zone for him. He knew that in this room; no one would bother him and he'd get an ample meal. "A meal fit for a Prince," Vegeta said with a smirk as he opened the refrigerator. His smirk quickly faded as he saw an empty space adorning the cold. Vegeta exhaled deeply and calmly lifted up, "Woman!"

"What!?" Bulma yelled out as she entered the kitchen. Lord knows, Vegeta just had the greatest timing when he wanted to whine. "What did I do wrong this time?" Bulma asked as she clasped her hands to her hips.

"I've been in that blasted gravity room all day and now this," Vegeta barked and motioned towards the refrigerator. The infernal woman never supplied when he demanded and while this wasn't planet Vegeta… he was still a prince.

"That's called a refrigerator. I do believe its been there for quite some time," Bulma said seriously, but unable to resist the urge… she smiled and poked her tongue out at him.

Vegeta smirked and folded his arms over his chest. "Woman, be glad I'm in a good mood. If I would've been in any less a mood, you'd have been in the next dimension by now," Vegeta explained while keeping his gaze upon the blue haired vixen across the room.

"And why the good mood, your highness?" Bulma asked, sarcastically. She knew the reason, but couldn't resist dragging it out of her husband. There were just some things even Vegeta would get mushy about.

"If you must know, Alexia referred to me as her guardian this morning," Vegeta said, pride oozing from his smirk. She might not have been from his blood, but she sure did adore him.

Bulma fizzled inside as the words left Vegeta's mouth. She loved it when he was proud of something other than his fights. "So… she called you daddy? She did… didn't she? Huh? Huh?" Bulma asked, antagonizing the word from his lips.

Vegeta cringed and slammed his hand into the empty refrigerator, putting a sizeable dent in it. "Yes woman… if you really must know… she called me daddy," Vegeta said, his lips cringing as the word left his lips.

Bulma smiled and placed her hands against her cheeks. "Awwwwwww. My little husband is a daddy again," Bulma said in a joking voice. She loved annoying him when the situation called for it.

Vegeta pointed towards the refrigerator with a stern look that snapped the cuteness straight from his kiddy mate. "Food… now," Vegeta demanded and crossed his arms once again.

Bulma rolled her eyes and walked out the door. "Yes master, your slave will do as you please," Bulma replied, sarcastically. He could get so callous sometimes, but oh well. She still loved him; he was more of a man than she could ever ask for.

Vegeta arched an eyebrow at his mate's statement and began to follow her. "As I please? Woman, consider the ramifications of that statement for a second," Vegeta said with a smirk and exited the kitchen. The food would have to wait… for a few good hours. Vegeta began to strut down the hallway a little faster as scenarios played in his head. Oh yes, it was good to be a prince.

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Trunks sat cross legged on the floor of the rejuvenation room; his meditation was really the only thing he could do as he awaited the awakening of his love. It had been too long since he had last gotten to truly see her… and kiss her. Trunks mind quickly raced back to that day as Goten and him, fused together, laid their lips upon her. He didn't know which one started the action, but it was all that Trunks needed to keep Laurel in his mind. She was the most beautiful person he had ever laid his eyes on and he had definitely never felt this way before. Goten was so lucky to have her, but pretty soon, friend or not, he'd have to find someone else. Trunks couldn't live without Laurel; he couldn't-

Trunks opened his eyes and jerked his head up as the sound echoed through the room. His heart raced as he searched for the source of the noise, but when his eyes checked every inch of Laurel… his excitement faded away. It must have been his mind playing tricks on him; she was still as statuesque as a-

He heard it again; something bumping up against the rejuvenation chamber. Trunks glanced up and got an eyeful as Laurel's hand was placed firmly against the glass. Trunks slowly rose up; his excitement could not overcome his astonishment. He was in awe; Laurel, the one he'd waited on everyday for three and half months, was awake and motioning for him to come forward.

"Laurel…" Trunks breathed and placed his hand on the glass. She smiled as their hands "touched" and Trunks just couldn't contain his joy. He smiled back and it was a bright smile; one that could've turned super Saiyan all on its own. Trunks, without moving his hand, hit the switch with his other. The liquid ChronoEthylene Coagulant drained from the chamber and the door swung open. Trunks quickly removed the devices from Laurel and took her into his arms.

"It's good to see you," Laurel said, short of breath. She didn't know what had happened or where she was, but at least she could remember his face.

"We were so afraid you wouldn't come out of the coma, or if you did… you wouldn't remember anything," Trunks said, his eyes beginning to water. He had been waiting so long for this day and it was finally here. Nothing in his life could ever or would ever measure up to what he was feeling.

"It's okay, I'm here," Laurel said, reassuring him. Laurel then struggled… him… who was him. She could just barely sense the beginning of his name, but no more of it came to mind.

Trunks edged back so he could stare into Laurel's eyes and that's what he did. He had to; he was already lost in them. "You mean so much to me. I could never lose you," Trunks whispered and edged in. This was it; their first real kiss. Trunks felt so many things in the second it took him to make it to her lips, but finally… they collided and it couldn't have been better.

Trunks! His name was Trunks and his name came with so many memories. Laurel felt everything flood back to her in a second's time and she kissed the man she had been dreaming about for so many months. It was beautiful; tears began to run from her eyes.

Trunks broke the kiss and pulled back; her eyes were so beautiful. He then sighed as his lips began to burn with the passion he felt for Laurel. The want, the need, the desire was all building up, but he didn't have to just dream about it anymore. She was here and he had her, but how long would it last? How long would Goten lay sleeping. Trunks glanced over at Goten in his rejuvenation chamber and watched his sleeping friend. This would destroy so much, but it had to be done… it just felt so right.

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Gohan was already running down the stairs when he sensed the power level becoming increasingly stronger. It had to have been Goten and with that power; he must have gone through a lot. Gohan smiled as he finally leapt over the railing and landed at the bottom four stories down. He quickly made his way to the door, but stopped; confusion and anger nestling inside of him. Goten wasn't there, but Laurel was… and so was Trunks. How could this be? Laurel had woken up before Goten and that power level… it was almost as strong as his own.

"Impossible," Gohan whispered to himself as he watched the two in their embrace. Gohan then grimaced; when Goten did come out of it… he was not going to be happy. There they were, in plain sight, betraying his little brother. Shoving the proverbial knife in his back.

Gohan turned and began to head back up the stairs. "The nerve of those two," Gohan mumbled to himself as he walked back up the stairs. Oh well, he didn't have time to stew over this. He had to get back to the books and ready an assignment for his class today.

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Dachande glanced out from his position in the lush, green foliage and saw the craft beginning to land. What a craft it was; much unlike his own. Though, the creatures inside couldn't have been a threat. Superb intelligence such as that did not come with the cunningness of a warrior. Dachande hissed; that was truly that the case. So many of his elders had been blessed with such intelligence and they were still alive; a true testament to their skill on the battlefield.

Dachande glanced over at the unBlooded that stood just two meters from him. There were about six of them; all eager to get off the planet so it could be seeded for the Hunt. Though, they were bewildered now by the craft landing on their planet. The unBlooded weren't much for cunningness or battle tactics; they just stood there, out in the open, transfixed by the space craft.

Dachande spoke in soft, but audible clicks and growls, "Have you know training?" Dachande followed this with a low hiss and watched as the unBlooded scrambled into position. There was no telling who this could be. If Dachande had to guess, though… he say it was Ooman.

Dachande slowly glanced behind him and they were still their. The two Blooded that he had personally chosen to join him on the scout, La'varnix and Carpana. He didn't really mind bringing along a female, Carpana, for the scout. They were bigger, stronger, and had a heightened since of smell; something that would come as a great convenience.

Dachande sometimes didn't like the way the females were gifted with more than the males, but oh well… it was the way, the ultimatum. Just like the Hunt; it was the way of life. No one could argue with it; only embrace it.

Dachande moved his attention back to the ship; it had landed. This would be interesting to say the least. Dachande turned to where his pack was; he switched to the inferred vision mode in his battle mask and spotted his carefully hidden brethren. "Watch the ship; it's the Oomans," Dachande said, now sure of it. They weren't necessarily allowed to hunt the Oomans, but self-defense was a different tale. Dachande quickly readied the burner in his hands and switched on his cloak; the door to the craft was opening.