Episode 1: New Arrivals
Help me, please…18, I need you! Once again the dream plagued her. Every night for three weeks she had dreamed about her brother being tortured. That was impossible though, wasn't it? 17 was dead…but then what was this feeling.
"You alright honey?" Krillin rolled onto his side and was staring at her.
"Just a bad dream." She replied.
"You sure?" He was less then convinced; Krillin knew something was bothering his wife.
"It's your brother again isn't it?"
"Yes, I can't explain it but I know he is hurting."
"That's impossible babe, 17 was murdered by Cell seven years ago."
"I know, but that doesn't stop this feeling."
"Go back to sleep dear, we'll talk in the morning." Krillin turned over and immediately fell back to sleep, his snoring began almost instantly. Meanwhile 18 lie on her back, pondering the dream.
"Where are you 17?" She thought aloud.
Thousands of miles away, in a secret laboratory located in a cave of Mt. Makai, Dr. Akuma Gero tapped her foot in frustration.
"Thirty years I've had you and yet you still try and resist me. Why my little warrior, do you avoid the inevitable?" Dr. Gero peered down into the frozen face of a young woman. She looked twenty with wavy, raven hair and sparkling blue eyes.
"Maybe she doesn't care for your treatment of us." A deep voice replied, across the room where a young man lie confined adjacent to the woman.
"Be silent Android 17, I will deal with you soon enough." Dr. Gero turned her attention back to the woman.
"Dear Kita, it is futile to resist me. I will add you to my collection of Androids." She smiled maliciously.
The woman remained motionless, barely even blinking.
"As you wish Kita, time for more tests. Sorry about our pervious appointment 17, but I'm afraid we will have to reschedule." She chuckled.
"Such a shame, and to think I was looking forward to it for weeks." 17 smirked at his jest as Dr. Gero jabbed sharp knives into Kita's stomach. Her eyes were the only thing that revealed pain for she never jerked nor yelled, merely lie there and be tortured.
The next morning 18 spent three hours packing her family's belongings for the big reunion at Kame's House. Everyone would be there, well almost everyone. Officially Goku was still dead, even though he would be allowed to return to Earth for the day of the tournament.
"Mommy, where we going again?" Marion walked into the room with her doll, Sally.
"To Kame's House for the Reunion, sweetheart." 18 replied, smiling at her daughter.
"18, honey, where are you?" Krillin called.
"I'm up here!" She yelled. Krillin's head popped in the doorway.
"Oh there you are, ready to go dear?"
"Yes, Let's go." 18 grabbed the luggage and headed down the stairs after her husband and daughter.
At Kame's House, life was chaotic trying to get ready for the celebration. And as always Chi-Chi was playing dictator to everyone.
"Yamcha set the table…Bulma more decorations…Goten wash our hands…Daddy is the ham done?"
"No dear, 'bout another hour."
"Perfect!" Chi-Chi smiled, "Come on, chop chop everyone!"
"God this isn't even her house." Yamcha whispered.
"I know, Chi-Chi is so bossy." Bulma commented back. Just then there was a knock on the door and Goten rushed to answer it. Krillin, Marion, and 18 walked in, taking a whiff of the air.
"Hello everyone." Krillin called.
"Hurry and run before Chi-Chi puts you to work." Yamcha laughed as Chi-Chi glared evilly at him.
"Finish the table Yamcha!" Chi-Chi growled.
"She scary." Marion whispered to her mother.
"Tell me about it, it's alright dear. Don't worry her bark is worse then her bite." 18 whispered back.
"Come in, come in, take a seat, relax." Chi-Chi motioned towards the sitting room.
"How come they don't have to work?" Bulma whispered.
"GRRRRRRHH!" Chi-Chi growled, "Is it to much to ask for a little help?" Bulma and Yamcha snapped back into work, nervous looks on their faces.
"How are you Chi-Chi?" 18 asked.
"I'm managing, with Gohan in high school and Goku gone, all I have is Goten. So I fill my days with trying to give him an education." Chi-Chi replied, gazing maternally at her youngest son.
"When is Gohan due to arrive?" Krillin asked.
"He said that it would be a couple of hours."
"How's high school going?"
"Oh wonderful! I'm so proud. Gohan got all A's on his last report card." Chi-Chi beamed, ecstatically.
"That's our Gohan!" Krillin yelled. The front door burst open, slamming against the wall and startling everyone when suddenly Trunks ran in.
"Where's Goten?" He yelled, not even saying a greeting to the adults.
"Over here Trunks." Goten called from behind the couch.
"GOTEN! I thought I told you to stay clean, get off that floor immediately." Chi-Chi ushered him off the ground and started patting the dirt off.
"Come on dude, let's go play." Trunks screamed, as Goten leapt from his mother's grip towards the door. As the boys stampeded out the door they nearly trampled Vegeta.
"Hey Vegeta come on in." Bulma motioned with her hand. Reluctantly Vegeta stepped inside, arms crossed against his chest, expressionless.
"Where is the Namick and his demon spawn?" Vegeta grunted.
"They'll be here soon enough." Bulma answered.
"Have a seat Vegeta, dinner's almost ready." Chi-Chi offered.
"I prefer to stand." He growled. He chose the darkest corner then went and leaned against the wall.
"Chi-Chi, dinner's ready!" The Ox King yelled, his stomach already grumbling.
"Guess I made it just in time." Gohan walked through the open door, "Hi everyone."
"GOHAN!" Everyone yelled at once, except Vegeta.
"Look who I found lurking outside." Gohan stepped out of the way as Piccolo entered the doorframe, "Found him hiding in the shadows."
"What were you doing outside Piccolo?" Krillin asked, confused.
"I…ah, lost something." He murmured.
"What'd ya lose Piccolo?" Yamcha asked.
"Iszumi." He whispered.
"WHAT?" Everyone screamed, then toppled over, stunned.
"We were on our way back when we got…um separated." Piccolo explained, hand rubbing the back of his neck, nervously.
VOAM! VOAM! A motorcycle roared above the voices. Goten and Trunks came crashing through the door yelling in unison, "There's a girl on a motorcycle."
Suddenly everyone ran to the window to get a look at the girl, there on a black Honda RC51 motorcycle, the fastest bike in the world, sat a young woman. Black and brown hair; brown eyes; black, ripped and frilled jacket and camo pants.
"Who the hell is that?" Vegeta asked.