Well, I got chapter 4 done and I've already started the 5th so I feel secure enough to post the 3rd. Sorry if my slow updates annoy some people, but it results in them being slightly more constant and I proof read them a lot more like this.
So since two people reviews saying that I should stay in my comfort zone I've decided to use the metric system. really it isn't much of a big change and i only use it for stuff like how high in the air they are or how high the heels were and stuff. small things but it allows me to write more fluidly without having to pause and think about it.
This chapter is pretty necessary to the conflict and I don't think its really that entertaining. But since it has to stand alone as its own chapter, I made it as juicy and fluid as I possibly could.
I hope you enjoy ^^

Meanwhile, on the other side of the planet, there was a man with in his early thirties and black-greenish hair color standing in front of seven glowing mystic orbs. Each orb was about the size of a tennis ball and had and orange hue to them, though still being semi-transparent. Matching the orange tint, there were red stars in them. Each orb had a different number of those stars on them, ranging from one to seven. The yellow glow they possessed slowly flickered on and off in sync. You could almost feel a comforting warmth radiating off of them.

The man was staring intently at them, as if in a trance. His bright green eyes shined with desire as he finally was able to blink. He did nothing for a few minutes, still staring mesmerized at the glowing orbs.

Finally his brow furrowed and he raised both his arms dramatically and called "Arise! Mighty Eternal Dragon!" With all the volume his voice had. While stating the second word, his voice cracked in the slightest. It was obvious that this man was nervous.

The sky darkened with a mixture of black and dark gray clouds. Lightning bolts fell from those clouds and onto the ground creating loud and terrifying noises, temporarily blinding the man after each one. The man's legs began to shake and his eyes now shone with worry.

It took only a few more seconds before the harmonized glowing that the orbs were preforming increased in pace and eventually set themselves as the only bright light in the area, beside the occasional lightning of course. From the bright light whipped out a blur, unidentifiable at first. It shot straight up and seemed to be exceedingly long as it continued going upwards. The long blur soon began to be distinguished as some sort of scaly snake.

It's tail continued to lash out straight up from the glow and it became too long for it's whole body to remain under the clouds so it began to coil around itself. Soon, the rate at which the tail emerged from the glow began to slow, and the head of the majestic dragon presented itself in front of the man. It's piercing red eyes locked on to the man's now terrified green. "Tell me your wish. But beware, for it will come true."

The man's body didn't stop trembling, but it took him only a few seconds to regain the determined gleam in his eyes. "E– Eternal Dra– gon, I wish for y– you to re– resurrect my d– d– dear Jasmine from... from the d– dead!" He called. His voice was loud but the man couldn't help but stutter as he stared into the eyes of this gigantic being.

High above the ground, Dende watched as the man made his wish. The little green boy had a smile on his face, glad that someone with such pure intentions had found the dragon balls. Kami had made them for the good of the people, but for the past three decades, it seemed as if they were only used by the Z-Warriors. It was for the greater good, but it seemed a little unfair for the rest of the world.

The man never removed his gaze from the dragon's large, green face. "That wish... can be granted." The dragon spoke.

The man smiled. His trembling stopped at the sheer joy of being able to see his lover once more. The dragon's eyes flashed a blinding red glow, causing the man to cover his eyes. Once his eyes opened, he saw the love of his life lying right in from of him in all her beauty. And unlike the last time he had seen her, her skin seemed warm and lush with life.

"Jasmine." He said in a low voice as he fell to his knees at her side. "Jasmine!" He repeated, now his voice louder with more confidence. Tears of joy were rolling down his cheeks as he waited for her to rise.

The girl had light brown hair that was slightly wavy and long. Her face was pale and beautiful. Her brow furrowed as she let out a slightly annoyed moan. She groaned as she struggled to make herself sit upright. One of her hands was on the ground supporting her torso while she used the other to hold on to her head. "What happened?" She asked, her voice sounded like a beautiful melody "It feels like I have the worst hangover ever!" More a screech than a melody now, yet somehow still beautiful sound.

She opened one eye to find her vision blurry. Giving it a few seconds to adjust, she found herself a pair of tear stricken green eyes. "Charles?" She manage to open her other eye to find him slightly different then how she remembered him. Older maybe.

Memories flooded her mind like a hurricane. He childhood, her family, but most of all, this man standing before her. The love of her life, her husband and childhood best friend. Then there was another, more prominent memory that she saw. Jasmine had been driving back from the store, having bought some ingredients to have a wonderful dinner for when her dear Charles got home from work.

As the responsible woman she was, she stopped at the red light and patiently waited for it to turn green. When it finally did turn green, she took a quick glance to both sides of the street to find them completely empty. Then she gently stepped on the gas and began moving forward. She was half way across the intersection when a red ferrari went crashing into her from the left. Everything was blank after that.

"How...?" She managed to ask.

"You died in a car accident." Charles said to her his voice being sadder now than she had ever heard it before. "But I couldn't bear to live without you! So... so I spent all three years that you had been dead searching for the dragons balls. Remember, those mystical orbs that your grandpa used to always babble on about?"

Jasmine could do no more than nod as she looked up to find the Eternal Dragon. "Shenron..." She whispered. She wasn't going to lie to herself. She always believed that all that mumbo jumbo that her grandfather talked about was just a bunch of mystic fairy tales. But here it was, floating proudly above her.

Dende was really touched seeing this. He felt happy for the couple. And Shenron, feeling his creator's happiness, decided to wait a bit before demanding that they make their second wish. But his impatience got the better of him and he demanded "What is your next wish!" in his booming voice.

Charles allowed his gaze to leave the astounded face of his love to stare at the dragon with the same level of shock. "Next wish?"

"Yes," The dragon spoke loudly. "I have to power to grant two wishes per summoning. Now speak your next wish!" The mightily dragon was losing his patience even more.

Up on the lookout Dende sighed, trying to think of a way to somehow get the dragon to get over his patience problem. Beside him, Piccolo stopped his meditation to chuckle lightly at this predicament.

"Honey..." Jasmine called, her glistening brown eyes staring intently at her husband's face. He looked down at her, curiosity being the prominent emotion he was displaying. "Do you mind if I make the next wish?"

He smiled at her and nodded. He would give this woman anything she could ever ask for. Jasmine then struggled to get to her feet, using Charles, who was now also standing, as support. "Mighty Shenron!" She called. "I wish for you to bring back the moon!"

The dragon did not respond to this, but his eyes glowed that blinding red color. Both Charles and Jasmine flinched at the bright light and when they regained their sight again, they found the dragon glowing the same yellow that the orbs beneath him were. "Your wish has been granted." He said "Until the next summoning."

With those words, the dragon vanished and the seven mystical orbs shot straight up into the sky and dispersed in seven opposite directions, leaving that beautiful glow in their wake.

"You always did like the moon while we were young, didn't you?" Charles asked, smiling down at her. The clouds above him began to clear as the starry night sky reveled itself.

"Its probably been around ten years since its been gone, and I have to say, I really missed it. It was always so beautiful." Jasmine responded with a smile. She looked up at the sky and was easily able to locate the moon in between all the stars. "It really brightens up the night."

On the lookout, everything fell into an awkward silence. And it was all because of Piccolo. Dende had absolutely no idea why he had such a weird energy surrounding him. It felt like he was replaying horrible scenes from his memory, or perhaps inventing new ones that were to come.

Dende saw Piccolo's gaze go to the clear sky where there was a silver crescent shape. Obviously the moon, since the happy couple had wished it back.

Piccolo was remembering the first or second night after he had kidnapped Gohan. He wasn't exactly sure if it was first or second, but he remembered clearly how the young boy at the tender age of four caught sight of the full moon, and transformed into that gigantic monkey.

The ape had begun destroying everything in sight and it wasn't until he remembered Raditz saying something about transforming at the full moon that Piccolo realized that it was the cause. Immediately, he destroyed the moon. Also keeping in mind that the Saiyans that they were training to fight against could also use the moon. Not only that, he also took it upon himself to remove his new apprentice's tail just in case this should happen again.

The Namekian was fairly confident that it was far more dangerous to have four Super Saiyans roaming that planet, two of which were mere infants, than have those Oozaru. But he also knew that all four of the Saiyans in question could control their Super Saiyan forms while only one could control the Oozaru form. Having three rampaging giant monkeys going around the world once every thirty days was surely not going to be a very nice sight.

"Umm..." Dende said. "Piccolo?" He was ignored however as Piccolo continued his trail of thought.

Another thing entered his mind. He had know Goku since the World Martial Arts tournament in which they fought. And Goku didn't have a tail at the time. He didn't have a tail in the whole time he had known the man. And Trunks and Goten had never had a tail either. He knew that Vegeta's tail had been cut off, and he himself had cut off Gohan's tail.

And according to Raditz, Goku did have a tail at some point, but it apparently never grew back. But that was something that puzzled Piccolo. He had first handedly witnessed that Gohan's tail had grown back, several times in fact. Yet Goku's tail nor Vegeta's tail ever had.

Yet another memory entered Piccolo's mind. This time it was one from Kami. It was of when Goku was still a mere infant. Probably within the first year since Piccolo Senior's defeat. Kami had made him a deal. He would restore the moon if Goku agreed to give up his tail and not have it grow back. Goku, being the optimist he was and still is, agreed without a problem.

So that solved the mystery of why Goku never grew his tail back. But after Gohan turned six, Piccolo had never seen him with a tail. And he was positive that he had made no such deal. Vegeta never grew back his tail even once since it's demise. Perhaps its a thing of age. But then again, Trunks and Goten hadn't even been born with one and the deal that Goku made would have been somewhat pointless.

"Piccolo!" Was Dende's loud shout right in the ear of the older Namekian. With his superior hearing and it being blown right in his face, Piccolo had no choice but to withdraw from his intense thinking session. He glared down at the young guardian from where he floated.

Dende smiled brightly, happy that he was finally being acknowledged after around ten minutes of trying. But then his face turned serious again. "What had you so worked up Piccolo?" he asked. The concern was quite eminent in his voice.

"Nothing you should worry about kid." Piccolo said. Then he shut his eyes and returned to his habitual meditation. The calm expression on his face told Dende not to worry, that he was just being his usual self.