HOLY MOLY! After a long time, I finally upload a new story! And a sequel nonetheless! Anyways, I'm so sorry for the delay, I have been so busy with high school, and an injury to my thumb :'D. Thank you guys so much for your patience!

P.S, I am also sorry for this chapter being so short.

A month had passed since the Z fighters returned to their 'dimension'.

Apparently there was a 'portal' on the top of a mountain near our house, and all they had to do was jump off the mountain, and fly into it. I was sad since I couldn't watch them go, but I was glad I was there.

I was able to do most things that 'normal' people could do. I was able to navigate through my house without smacking into any tables (most of the time), I could write and draw, but it would look like my dad had attempted Pictionary, and I had fun volunteering at the petting zoo and doing other things.

Today was August 14th, and for some reason, I could tell that my family was antsy about something. I can't explain it, but I am actually really good at telling if someone is lying or not, and when I asked about what's bugging them, they would just wave it off.

I knew they were lying, but I didn't think much of it.

As I was listening to music, Ricca came into the room. "Hey, let's go for a walk."

Puzzled, I tilted my head, my headphones flopping off. "Why..?" Ricca never, and I mean NEVER asked me if I wanted to do something.

"Just come okay?" Ricca's voice to an irritated edge. "And bring your gi and a few Clif bars." I 'eeped' and went downstairs to my room with my trusty cardboard tube in my right hand. I use that tube to feel around, much like how a blind person uses a cane. Most people would think that spending my entire life in this house, I would have the place memorized. I'm not in that category.

I went over to my dresser, hitting my toe on the doorframe first, and opened one of the drawers, and pulled out the gi. I traced my hand over it, as if I was stroking a cat. It was nice and soft. I also pulled out the Piccolo style shoes, and stuffed the uniform into a small bag.

After struggling up the stairs (and falling on my face, embarrassingly enough), I went over to the kitchen pantry and got four Clif bars; two for each of us, I knew they were Clif bars by the shape. I also got a bottle of water.

Pulling on my sneakers, and bringing a light jacket just in case, we both walked out the door. Ricca held my arm, and led me to somewhere.

We were silent on the way there, the only sounds being Ricca telling me whether to cross or not. We were going uphill, steep enough and long enough that my legs were sore after a little while.

After minutes that I lost count of, we stopped. I was confused and feeling quite lost. Ricca stepped away, putting down a heavyish bag of some sort with a thump.

"Give everyone my regards. See you later."

I faced her voice. "Wait, wha-" A hand struck the back of my head, and soon, (0.5 seconds) I was out cold. I never knew what hit me.

I caught my sister's body before she hit the ground. I turned to see who knocked her out; he wore a dark purple gi, a turban, and a billowing white cape.

"I sure hope the surgery goes well," I said as he picked Kana up. "We've been planning this for months."

The man looked at me and gave a smile. "Yeah, I hope so too."

With that, he grabbed the pre-packed bag, and flew through a portal.