Disclaimer: Ya ya… I figured out awhile ago that DBZ isn't all that great a show. In fact, it sucks pretty bad. But the story was already half done and they weren't spending much time in DBZ world anyway, so I finished it. In this new story, there will only be my own personal characters, and maybe some of the people I stole that were more important in my last story, like Washu. Oh ya, and we're in Star Wars world, so we'll have some of their people too.

Cryos was lying on the side of a hill on a tiny little world where there was no native intelligent life. He was watching the sun set with his wife, Kentra. It was for this reason that Cryos had chosen this place. You couldn't get much farther from people than this.

In the five years since they had come to this universe, they had been continuity annoyed by requests for help from the New Republic, the fledgling government that Cryos had helped to establish.

It had finally gotten to the point where Cryos had needed a vacation. (He hadn't had one since Kentra had been pregnant and he had been on guard duty. Not guarding her, she was more than capable of that, but guarding anyone unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end of one of her mood swings.

But when the baby had been born, it was right back to helping the New Republic out of a jam practically every day.)

Cryos had given his comm number to Luke Skywalker when he left. Along with the instructions that he was not to be disturbed unless there was a disaster of biblical proportions. And if there wasn't and someone called him then there WOULD BE a disaster.

There was a small river at the foot of the hill and as they watched a fish flopped out of the water.

The fish looked over at them and spoke in Draco's voice. "Hay, pretty lady! Give me a kiss and I'll grant you three wishes."

Cryos had to admit, it was a pretty impressive trick, the first fifty times Draco had tried it. Cryos knew just how to handle Draco. He pointed at the fish and shouted "Whoa! Look at that! A talking fish!"

"What? Where?" Asked the fish. Draco's head popped out of its mouth and looked around. "I wanna see it! Oh, wait… You tricked me again! I'll have my revenge!" He shouted and dove into the water with the still gasping fish in tow.

Cryos sighed and lay back down on the grass with Kentra.

She suddenly sat up and looked around in the dimming light. "Where's Yamna?" She asked.

Cryos sat up and looked around, he had a little trouble seeing but Kentra didn't. Her Ba'Ranian eyes had amazing vision in all varieties of light. Infrared, ultra-violet, even part way into the X-ray spectrum, but right now she couldn't see her daughter. The little hybrid girl had a great talent for escaping from her mothers watchful eye.

The ground split open and Pahrac emerged. The Kelbrid warrior had been nothing more than a mindless slave to his Queen until Cryos had saved his life with a drop of his immortal blood. Cryos cells and DNA had been absorbed by the Kelbrid. He had received incredible strength, power and immortality, but he had also mutated to become something new, an independent Kelbrid. He had fulfilled a prophesy among his people and helped save the multiverse from a vicious monster called The One, but then was exiled from the Kelbrid Hive for being different. Now he spent his time watching Yemna. It was a full time job.

"I lost track of her in the forest, but never fear, I tracked her sent back to this clearing. She is not far."

"I'm sure she's fine." Cryos reassured her. "There's nothing too dangerous around here." He knew his daughter. Ever since she could crawl she was disappearing on them, but she always turned up.

Sure enough, at that moment, a little girl riding on a bird (Actually, it looked more like a cat with wings) came to a gentle landing right next to them.

She jumped off and waved goodbye as it flew away. Cryos just shook his head in wonder at the little one.

Yemna was so much like both of them, and she was such a miracle since the scientist Washu had determined that Cryos and Kentra were genetically incompatible.

She stretched her arms out and whipped her long tail. Yamna looked more like her mother than Cryos, but he was alright with that. He wasn't vain, and besides, the girl was half Ba'Ranian, only one quarter Sayian, and one eighth human and Ice-Jin each.

She had a long prehensile tail, but that was all that showed of Cryos in her. The little girl wore shoes on her Ba'Ranian feet (just like a Humans, but with webbed toes). Also like her mother, she had silver scales sprinkled across her skin and silver hair that framed her stunning purple glow-in-the-dark eyes.

On the inside, however, she was a Sayian through and through. Her power level was stunning, especially for a four year old. She also had inherited the Ice-Jin ability to go without air. The little girl could live in space, just like her father.

Yamna sat down between her parents and watched the setting sun. She was really enjoying this little vacation.

Cryos was enjoying it as well, at least until Elfour spoke up. The little droid was the size of a marble and hung from a chain around Cryos's neck, but she was packed full of gadgets and doodads. She was great for keeping in touch with people, but lousy for privacy and quiet. "Cryos, I have an urgent incoming call from Luke Skywalker!"

"Awww….! What does he want now!?" Cryos demanded.

"It seems he has found something very important and would like us to meat him at the planet Cirtouseia."

"Never heard of it." Cryos said and laid back down on the hill."

"I have," Said Kentra. "Cirtouseia is a world with a great many archaeological treasures on it. It also boasts some of the oldest human settlements in the known galaxy. There was a time when it was considered to be the long-lost human home world, but now we know it's just one of the first places they settled."

"That's one of the things that always bothered me about this place: How do you lose your home world? At the very least a name should have survived. Even if the planet was destroyed."

"Well it didn't." Snipped Elfour. "And Luke is calling again. He says that it's very important."

"Fine then." Cryos hung his head in defeat. "I'll go, but it had better be very important. Draco! We're going!"

Draco popped out of the water still holding the fish. "Can I bring my fish?" he asked.

"Sure, whatever, lets just get going." Cryos was not in the mood to try to talk Draco into leaving the fish in its natural habitat. Draco was going to end up killing and eating it if they stayed here anyway. Whatever he did with it on Cirtouseia couldn't be any worse.

"Yay!" Draco shouted and instantly transformed into a spaceship. Washu had designed him for this purpose. He was genetically engineered from the DNA of many creatures, including a Leviathan, a space fairing species capable of faster than light jumps called starburst, a fire breathing dragon that Cryos had killed on some backwater world, an ice spitting bird that his sister had killed, and there was Ryo-Ohki, a tiny rabbit-like creature that could transform at will into a spacecraft.

All these genetic codes were normally incapable of producing living creature, but Washu had placed the DNA into Cryos' cells, producing not only a powerful, albeit dim-witted, creature, but Draco was immortal just like Cryos.

Quite irritating when you wanted to kill him.

Anyway, when Draco transformed into a ship he acted up less. Just slightly less, but there was a difference. So he didn't crack any jokes, he just opened up his hatch (actually his mouth, but once you went inside it resembled a respectable spaceship) and everyone climbed in.

"We're going to Cirtouseia." Cryos told Draco once he closed his mouth.

"Yay! I know where that is!"

"Of course you do, we just upgraded your navigation equipment. Now lets go! I want to get this done and be back on vacation as soon as possible."

"WEEEEE!!!" Draco sang out as they flew up into space.

Almost the instant they cleared the atmosphere, Draco's skin began to glow with the energy needed for starburst.

There were a few seconds of bumping and shaking then a bright flash of light, and suddenly they were approaching a new planet. Cirtouseia.

"Luke Skywalker's homing beacon is coming in loud and clear." Announced Elfour. "I'm sending the information to Draco now.

"Draco, remember this time:" Warned Cryos. "If he's inside a building, just land on the roof or next to it, don't go crashing into it like last time."

"Don't treat me like I'm stupid!" Draco snipped at him. "I didn't crash because of the homing beacon, it was because of that bird making faces at me!"

Cryos shook his head. "Sure, let's just get this done."

Draco landed in the middle of the road next to a small, ugly, squat building.

One of the locals had to swerve to avoid Draco's massive foot as it came crashing down, but then Draco shrunk back down to normal size and they were gone before the annoyed motorist could even turn around to yell at them.

They entered the ugly building and found Luke Skywalker standing guard over a collection of artifacts. There were a great many more scattered around or broken on the floor.

"Cryos," He said. "Thank goodness you're here. I need your help to get these ancient Jedi artifacts back to Corosant."

"This is what you called me for? A bunch of dusty old pieces of junk?" Cryos extended his wrist blades. Three feet of wickedly curved, razor sharp bone shot out of each wrist as he threatened Luke.

"It's not that simple, someone's after them. They trashed the place last night."

"Was anything missing?" Asked Kentra as she held on to Cryos's arm to keep him from attacking Luke.

"No, that's the thing." Luke told him. "They were looking for this."

Luke held out a sword. It was roughly 3 feet long and curved like a scimitar. The whole sword appeared to be carved from a single piece of bone. The handle was the same piece as the rest of it and the blade was covered with tiny, intricate carvings.

Cryos looked from the sword in Luke hand to the blades sticking out of his wrists. Then he looked again, there was no mistake. They were the same. Someone had taken one of his blades and carved a handle on it.

But something didn't look quite right. He moved in closer and saw that that the blade was old. It had to be well over a hundred years old. Probably more.

"Where did you get this?" He asked Luke.

Luke smiled. "So I was right. It's one of yours. We found it in the memorial of an ancient Jedi, but his name was scratched off and of course there was no body since Jedi masters fade away and join with the Force when they die. But we were able to determine that it's about one thousand years old, and that this Jedi sword was the inspiration for the lightsaber."

Cryos said nothing, he was admiring the carvings on the blade. To carve on one of his blades was exceedingly difficult. They were very hard to scratch, and had to be held very carefully because the edges were very sharp.

"Cryos, I know that you're immortal, but I didn't think you were that old." Luke continued.

"I'm not." Cryos told him. "I'm immortal, but still pretty young compared to this blade. I'm only fifty-five years old. Not a thousand.'

"Then could it be another Ice-Jin's? Maybe they used to live in our universe."

"No, said Cryos. This is defiantly mine. Look at the tip, see how it has that little defect? There," He pointed. "that little dark groove. That's defiantly mine. All my blades have that."

"Then what could it be? How did one of your blades end up in the tomb of a Jedi master who's been dead for almost a thousand years?"

"I don't know." Cryos said. "But I intend to find out."