Sorry about the lack of updates; but I thought that this story needed a rewrite. It's was pretty terrible, and I know I can make it right. So, sorry if I'm pissing you off, or whatever, but I think that a good story that's never finished is better than a crappy one that no one will read, don't you think?

I was asleep on the couch the day he arrived; far away in my own little world, completely unaware of his existence. Then all of a sudden, I was awoken, and blinding light stung my eyes.

I recoiled, and rolled off the couch. "Why?!" I cried, shielding my eyes with one arm and blindly swinging at my agitator with the other.

"Hurry up and get dressed; Piccolo says we have a visitor." It was Lysander, my brother.

I was still too disoriented to understand what he was telling me. I kept stumbling around, as if I were drunk.

He followed me into our room, telling me all about the situation. I only heard bits and pieces; something about a space ship and the Look Out.

I pulled on some clothes, and stepped back out into the light. I realized that it was not as early as I thought it was; in fact, it was noon. I didn't give a damn.

I followed him outside, and he continued to talk. I was used to his jabbering, and he was used to my silence. That's why we got along so well. Yeah right.

"What kind of alien is it?" I asked, as we made our way over to the Look Out. The sun was in my eyes. My face was itchy because of the stubble that was trying to grow, and I was too afraid to shave it off, just in case it decided not to grow back. (And I didn't know how to shave.)

"Papa says that it's one of us," Lys said in an unnecessarily low voice.

"A Saiyan?" I asked.

He nodded. "But he's not sure. The guy won't say anything and supposedly, he's really pissed about something."

"Well, where's Da?" I asked.

Lys sighed. "Where else? Fighting with Bulma."

I nodded, but didn't really care. Nothing new in that department. We then passed a really funny looking tree, and, of course, had to stop and look at it.

"Holy fuck!" Lysander cried, poking at it with a stick. "Look at this thing!"

"Yeah, it's pretty weird." I agreed. "Come on, let's go."

"Wait, just one second." He took out his glasses from his pocket and put them on. "Shit! It looks like a dog licking its butt!"

I rolled my eyes. "It does not. Aren't we supposed to be going to look at the Alien?"

"Dude, it's a dog licking its ass!"

I sighed deeply and took off into the air. Moron.

He followed a full ten minutes later and arrived on the Look Out soon after I did.

"It totally did," He assured me. "Do you want to go back and look at it again?"

I growled and turned to face him. "It did not look like a dog licking its ass!" When I turned back around, everyone was staring at me.

Papa had this look of total confusion, while everyone else seemed uncomfortable.

"We… saw this tree…" I tried to explain, "And it looked like a dog. Licking its own ass."

"So you agree with me!" Lysander cried, pointing at me. "Do you guys want to see it? It's hilarious!"

Bra smacked her forehead. "Why are boys so dumb?"

"Okay, stay here, I'll go take a picture of it!" Lysander turned to take off again, but I grabbed his arm.

"No one wants to see your dog-licking-ass tree!" I growled to him.

He frowned, and seemed disappointed.

"So anyway," Papa said, as if we had not just interrupted his conversation with Piccolo, "Once Vegeta get's here, he should be able to figure out who he is and everything."

"Oh yeah!" Lys cried. "The alien!" he pranced over to the half-circle and spread his arms as if he wanted to huddle. "Can I see him? Does he bite?"

"Yes," Piccolo said with a grave expression on his face.

"Awesome." He ran off without another word.

I went after him. When I caught up to him, he was standing on a stool, peering over a random wall that made up part of a large box in the corner of the… I guess it would be a living room. Vienna was right next to him, doing the same, but her stool was taller.

I went over to see what they were looking at.

"He's a little…" Lysander began, "Not what I expected."

I pushed him off the stool a little so we each could place one foot on it to look over.

There was a man inside, but he was unlike any man I had ever seen in real life. He more closely resembled latex stretched over a skeleton than a living being. He was lying on his side, his back toward us; the entire curvature of his spine poking out. I followed the column of ribs until they met a protruding hip, and disappeared beneath a pair of spandex pants, that left little to the imagination. His knees were larger around than his thighs; which were grotesques in the way they seemed to lay so still; as if the lower half of his body were dead.

His chest was moving, but it made this sound; as if he kept marbles in his lungs at all times.

"I've been talking to him for a while now," Vienna said quietly, "He hasn't said anything. I think he might be deaf… or maybe a mute."

"Or maybe he just doesn't like you." I pointed out, and Lys nodded as if to say, 'That's plausible'.

Normally, she would have given me a dirty look and stopped talking to me for a while; but this time, she simply turned back to the man inside the little box he was in and sighed.

"I bet he's scared." She said, mostly to herself.

"I bet not." I said, "He's a man. Men don't get scared."

She didn't even roll her eyes. In fact, she didn't acknowledge me at all.

"Why aren't you arguing with me?" I asked.

"Because I'm trying this new thing. I'm just going to ignore you."

"But… making you angry is the highlight of my day," I protested, my voice cracking suddenly. I hate growing up. It's a pain in my ass.

"I thought seeing my shinning face in the morning is the highlight of your day." Lysander screwed his finger tips to his cheeks and tried to look adorable. It was terrifying.

"Have you ever wondered why I always scream whenever you wake me up?" I asked.

All of a sudden, the man turned over and sat up. He stared right up at us. "Do you three ever shut up?" He asked.

We all recoiled; not only because he spoke, and in such perfect English too; but his face was so gaunt and sickly pale; and his eyes were this deep, scarlet red; like blood.

He had an accent that was not too far off from Da's; except, he put an emphasis on his vowels, so everything sounded funny. It's the kind of accent you try not to giggle at.

He stared at us, and we stared back at him, unable to look away.

He crossed his arms, which were no bigger around than branches. "Are you two twins?" He asked, motioning at Lysander and I.

"No, we're not even related. You see, he," Lysander gestured toward me, "Was born a girl, and then when she saw me, she decided I was so undeniably gorgeous, that she wanted to look just like me. So she got all this surgery, and she still doesn't look a thing like me and I told her-"

I jabbed him in the ribs. "Shut up! I wasn't born a girl!" I turned towards the man in the box, "I wasn't born a girl,"

To my horror, the man was laughing. His bare, skeletal chest heaved with the effort. "You two are great. You should have your own show."

"We're actually triplets," Vienna cut in and smiled warmly. "I'm Vienna, and that's Aizel and Lysander."

He folded his fingers behind his head and lay back down. "It's a dangerous thing to tell someone you're name, you know. When someone knows your name, it means you trust them. Are you sure you can trust me?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. Can I?"

"You can do whatever the hell you want, love; as long as you can deal with the consequences."

She blushed, as if embarrassed. Girls are so weird.

A moment later, everyone else entered the room, Da at the front. He looked pissed; which wasn't out of the ordinary; but today, he looked as though he was ready to rip out someone's throat and eat it.

The man in the box lay back down, and pretended to be asleep; or maybe he was going for dead. I don't know which.

We dismounted from the stools as he began to tear down the protective walls. They were obviously made of something pretty strong, because when he tried, he had more difficulty than I thought he would.

He grabbed onto the man's arm, and pulled him to his feet. The man panicked and tried to pull his arm back. When that didn't work, he went dead weight.

Da sighed. "You're not going to make this easy are you?" He tugged at the man again. The man rolled and tried to bite him.

"Be careful, Vegeta, he's a lot stronger than he looks." Krillin warned.

Da snorted. He pulled the man back to his feet and twisted his arm until it touched the center of his back. He then kicked the man's legs out from under him. "Do you speak Saiyan?" He asked in the Common Speech.

The man gritted his teeth and nodded.

"He speaks English too." Vienna offered quietly, her eyes to the floor.

"English?" Da repeated, and then turned back to the skeletal man. "Where did you learn English?"

The man opened his mouth, like he was going to answer, and instead blew a raspberry.

Da glowered, and slammed him down to the floor. He pressed one knee to the man's back, pinning down his arm. "Do not provoke me, boy; do you know who I am?"

He let out a groan, and then the man replied with a laugh, "My worst nightmare?"

For a moment, I thought that my father was going to bash the man's head in until there was no telling what his face used to look like. I cringed, trying to brace myself. But to my surprised, he looked over at us, saw the terrified looks on our faces, and let him go. He even took a few steps back.

"Alright, I'm not going to kill him," he snapped at us, as if irritated that our expressions had not changed. "I need a drink."

"Me too," The man on the floor said, sitting up slightly.

Da growled at him, "You're not getting anything until you tell me who you are and why you're here."

The man glanced around. "I had a book bag; can I have it back?"

"No." Da replied shortly. "Who are you?"

"There's rum in it," The man offered, as if he were trying to bride a child with candy. "And from what I understand, you have a bit of a drinking problem."

Da snapped to attention. "What?"

"What?" The man repeated, looking bewildered.

"What did you say?"

"About what?"

"You said I have a drinking problem," Da said angrily. "I don't have a problem."

"So you say." The man continued to look around the room, as if calculating something. "Don't worry; I have a bit of a problem with the nose candy."

"How do you even know I have a drinking problem?"

I'd never actually seen my father drink anything in my life; not even a beer during a football game. But he talked about it a lot; almost obsessively, now that I think about it.

"I don't. It's all just speculation. Are you sure you don't want to give me my book bag? My wallet might be in there; then you might get some information." The man's scarlet eyes looked terrifying; sunken into his head; haunting.

Da seemed to think it over. "Fine. Let me see his bag."

Papa brought in a blue and green book bag that looked as though it had taken quite a beating. Da opened it and began pulling out several little bags of white powder.

"What's this?" Da asked, in a manner that suggested he already knew.

"Cocaine. My wallet's in the front pocket."

Da did not go for the front pocket, though, he continued to dig through the bag. There were nine bags of cocaine, a bottle of rum, a T-shirt, an empty water bottle, a book, a knife, and a shoe; which held more cocaine.

"You call this a bit of a problem?" Da asked sarcastically.

"You've only had too much when it's all gone, love." He said with a laugh.

I glanced over at Papa, to see if he reacted at all to his mate being called 'love' by another man. Neither of them seemed to notice, though.

Da retrieved the wallet, and looked inside. "There's nothing in it."

A moment later, Bra seemed to realize something. "Hey, can I see it?"

Da passed it to her.

She turned it over and over in her hands. "This looks like the wallet that mom's company is coming out with next year. It's made of the same stuff space suits are made of to endure any kind of condition." She opened it and flipped open a pocket. "It even has the tracker she was talking about the other day; so you can't loose it." She looked up, and then all eyes went to the man on the floor, who was humming the Jeopardy song.

"Let's put two and two together, shall we, love? And please, answer in the form of a question. How would I get a wallet that hasn't even been made yet? You have ten seconds,"

"You stole the blueprints," Bra said.

"Sorry, not only did you not answer in the form of a question, but your answer is wrong. Seven seconds left,"

"Until what?" Lys asked.

"Until the wallet explodes. Four seconds."

"Uh- What is you work for Capsule Corp?" Lysander said quickly.

"Out of time!" He made the sound of an explosion with his mouth, and then lay back on the floor, as if dead.

Papa and Da exchanged glances, a silent discussion forming between them.

"You're from the future." Papa finally said.