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"Mr. Satan, it has been over two years since you told us there were aliens coming to kill us all. Where are they? Why haven't they shown up yet?" The swarm of reporters grew bigger by the day as people began questioning whether the whole thing was a sham. He tried to stall them and avoid the questions but he really didn't know anything about it.

Finally one day someone called him out as a liar and he knew his reputation was at stake. Requesting aid from his daughter's husband wasn't the most enjoyable thing but he knew he needed to do it. Gohan was hesitant but the man pleaded and told Gohan to do whatever he needed to do to get people to believe the threat was still real.

Bulma set up another time slot for Gohan to speak but this time they got it for a lot longer than an average commercial. The man in his mid twenties stepped in front of the camera and cleared his throat feeling very nervous. His debut on television was when he was five and again when he was eleven but he didn't worry about the tv then. Now with no immediate threat bearing down on him, he pulled at the collar of his purple gi.

When the red light turned on he started in a low, calm voice, "My name is Son Gohan. Many of you recognize me from the last time I came on to tell you about the alien threat that many of you are now skeptical of. Then again, many of you might recognize me from elsewhere, like when aliens invaded twenty years ago. If you have seen the footage you will see a little boy in the midst of the fight and that was me." He took a long pause and then his hair shot golden, "Still more of you probably recognize me from the Cell Games, I was the delivery boy." Gohan saw the cameraman almost drop the camera but retained his hold on it despite his shock. "I need you to all believe me when I tell you the alien threat is real and nobody can stop it. Last time all I told you was that they were coming. Now I'll tell you why it's taking them so long. While some stayed behind, I, along with my twelve year old brother and three others, went into space to stop the aliens before they got to Earth. And to avenge my father who was the first to try and stop them. When we found their fleet of spaceships we engaged them in battle. Every one of my friends died, my little brother was killed, but before they went, they left us with a gift. One of my friends destroyed the entire fleet before dying which is why they are taking so long to get here. They are performing repairs on their ships and rebuilding. When they get here we will not be able to stop them, there is nothing I can do against a force of this magnitude, not alone anyway." He thought about the purple alien he had to go all out against during the battle they called K'luk'fruk and how he was outclassed. The enemy was more powerful and it was only Gohan's superior technique that allowed him to pull through as the victor. "This is why I came to you, this is why I'm here now. The world is in trouble, and each one of you has the potential to do something about it. I don't know when they will get here, but they will arrive. And when they do, I want us to be more prepared than last time. We'll be able to stop them from taking over our planet. Who's with me?" Gohan wrapped up his speech and walked away with the camera still rolling.

The following week was madness as the original panic set back in. People became frantic to find ways to stop the aliens but this time there were people who wanted to stop it. Martial arts dojos were booming as people wanted to be able to at least defend themselves when the time came. Still people kept from searching out the fighters and joining them in their quest to save the planet.

At the Son house, Pan had turned two and Dreeve had been with them for six months. His determination was incredible and his improvement shocked Gohan. The boy looked almost the same as he did when he arrived at the son house except now his hair was almost to his waist. He and Gohan had a laugh about what he'd look like if he was a Super Saiyan. The two of them had grown close during their training together. On one afternoon, Dreeve was sparring with Videl while the woman couldn't use her right arm. Videl was spending a lot more time with her daughter than her training and wondered when the two would become one thing. She and Gohan had talked about how they were going to train Pan and once she was three, the training would begin. During this session Dreeve was proving to have improved dramatically. He was punching and kicking almost too fast for Videl to block with her left hand or dodge them all. Gohan watched from the sidelines with Pan on his shoulder.

The woman moved out of the way and Dreeve's momentum carried him an extra few feet. He was getting sloppy but it was because he was annoyed that Videl was seemingly so easily dodging his attacks. He spun to hit her again but she'd closed the distance and held a fist an inch from his nose. It was all over, Dreeve growled and turned around starting to march away. "What's wrong?" Gohan asked his pupil who was obviously troubled.

"What's wrong is I've been here for half a year already and I haven't progressed at all. Videl dodges every one of my attacks without breaking a sweat," he angrily sat down on the grass.

"That's not true Dreeve," Videl started, "You've improved greatly. And you're getting better faster than I am because you spend so much more time training. I wouldn't be surprised if I had to start using both my hands..."

"That's just it!" He shouted in exasperation, "There is no real improvement. I'm still, I'm still, still weak."

Gohan opened his mouth to argue when he felt some small ki's coming closer. The family looked up in the sky and coming from the distance were three jetcopters. "No, they found me," Dreeve muttered taking a step back. Maybe it's for the best anyway, I'm not getting any stronger here.

"Are you in some sort of trouble?" Videl asked concerned for the boy she now considered like her own son.

"I may have stretched the truth when I told you I was an orphan." The copters landed and a group of armed soldiers ran out forming a defensive position around the center copter.

"Dreevy baby, where are you?" An irritatingly shrill voice sounded out and a pudgy woman squeezed out of the jetcopter. Following her was a tall man of almost seven feet and both of them had golden crowns on their heads.

"Hi mom," Gohan looked at the woman and saw no resemblance between her and her son. Suddenly all the signs he'd been getting from the kid over the last couple months were starting to make sense. When they were really getting along, Dreeve had accidentally answered Videl with, 'yes mom' and immediately apologized. She said it was okay and she wouldn't mind if he called her that but the boy looked distant the rest of the day.

"Oh honey," the woman ran over and began smothering her son in a huge hug. Looking up furiously at the Sons the woman shouted, "Who are you people and why have you kidnapped my son? If you wanted a ransom we would've been happy to pay it. Give me one good reason I shouldn't order the royal forces to take you down right now."

"Mom stop," the lady looked down at her son who released himself from her death grip somehow. "They didn't kidnap me, I ran away."

"WHAT!?" She screamed.

Gohan walked over and put a hand on Dreeve's shoulder, "I'm very sorry miss. Had I known he ran away we would have notified you right away." Dreeve knew he was getting a stern look from his master.

"It's quite alright," the man in the crown stepped forward and continued, "For keeping our son safe, all of Restaria thanks you and you will be rewarded greatly."

"What does the kingdom of Restaria have to do with Dreeve?" Videl asked stepping up to her husband with their daughter in her arms.

"It's actually Prince Dreeve, he's our son and I am King Hove, that is my wife Queen Zia." The queen didn't turn away from her son who was not liking all the attention. To him it was all over now, he loved how for the first time in his life he wasn't the center of attention all the time. At the Son household he was just another member of the family.

"Come on Dreeve, it's time for us to go home," his mom tugged on his sleeve and he looked pleadingly back at Gohan.

The Son father cleared his throat and stated, "You introduced yourselves but let me now," they turned to him and Gohan continued, "I am Son Gohan. I warned the world of the alien invasion..." The recognition set in instantly and both parents stepped back. "Out of everyone in the entire world, your son was the only one to come and offer his help to save us."

"I know what you're trying to say but he is not only our son, but a Prince with responsibilities to his kingdom." The King stated, "We thank you but do not overstep your bounds." They got the message and stepped back.

Dreeve was herded onto one of the copters and his parents came back in behind him. He looked out and sadly waved to his family for the last half year. Pan was reaching out with her little hands trying to keep him there and Videl was standing straight up though her eyes were red. His master looked at him and they made direct eye contact, "Come back anytime." Gohan said out loud and over the sounds of the engines Dreeve swore he heard it. The boy didn't know if he would, they were a loving family, but he felt like he hadn't gotten stronger at all since they started training him. There were the skills he learned but not the strength he desperately wanted. How could he stop aliens by sensing them or flying to them and telling them how to catch and cook fish.

When Dreeve got back home the next school year had already commenced and his class of only high born children were all talking about money and their parents' yachts. After sitting through a lecture that was nothing compared to when Gohan would teach him during their resting periods. A major part of training he'd been told was the resting and eating well part. He was almost always accompanied when he wasn't in his room now so he could only practice his technique in his room at night and right after he woke up.

Because he stayed up too late the night before forming ki balls and dissipating them before they got too big, Dreeve was feeling exhausted in class. During the teacher's speech, Dreeve zoned out and imagined Gohan and Videl sparring but he wasn't there. After a minute. The man called his name out and everyone else snickered at it. Dreeve got embarrassed at first and then angry so he slammed his fist down on the desk. Every single person in the class including himself jumped in fright as the desk crashed under his fist to the floor.

"Uhh, it must've been an old desk." Dreeve stated, shifting the blame was easy for a Prince because no one ever argued with you. Of course something was still off and as class continued with Dreeve standing up he realized what it was. He thought he hadn't been getting any stronger because every time he went up against Gohan or Videl, they didn't even try and they slayed him. It gave him an idea and later that day, Dreeve confronted his security detail and told the six men walking around with him, "I'm going to fight you. Try to fight me back or you'll get hurt anyway."

The men stared at the little boy as if he was insane but he did need to be restrained so one man reached down to grab him, "Come on little guy, let's get back to the castle." Dreeve moved faster than the man knew was possible and grabbed his hand before flipping him over his head and into the wall. The other five needed no more incentive and ran forward to stop their ward. He easily ran around and through their legs before taking them out one by one by attacking the spot on their necks.

Dreeve thought about how much strength he'd actually gained during his training. That night at dinner the boy stood up and said, "I'm going back to the Son's." He'd only been gone for close to a week but he was missing his other family much more than he ever missed his real one.

"That's absurd, you can't leave. I won't let you," his mom was flustered and screaming. Her son sounded dead set and if she couldn't talk him out of it she'd have the guards restrain him.

"Why?" Dreeve's father asked him, both ignoring the Queen.

"Because what importance is any of this if the world is going to be destroyed anyway. If I could help stop it from happening, if I could save everyone..."

"This is ridiculous! Stop this nonsense immediately or I'll have the guards take you to your room and keep you there!" Queen Zia yelled.

King Hove looked at his son and saw not only how much he matured in the time he was gone, but how there was now a purpose driving him. "You can go, but you will still fulfill your duties as a prince and when I die, you will take over my kingdom."

Now Queen Zia was screaming at her husband but both of the males were ignoring her. The boy had a purpose and if she couldn't accept that, then she wouldn't have to. "Thank you dad," Dreeve bowed to his father and his mother called the guards into the room. They'd heard the screaming and were preparing themselves but now twenty of them charged into the room in full metal armor. Restaria was a traditional land and didn't involve itself too much with the rest of the world which included staying away from guns so the guards had spears and swords. The kid looked around him and saw guards and his father wasn't calling them off, if he wanted to go, it would have to be fighting.

Dreeve didn't wait for his mom to give the order for them to get him and sprinted forward, kicking the first guard in the chestplate, knocking him back into three others. The other men either ran to attack the child or protect the King and Queen. Dreeve found his opponent's numbers split in half and flew up into the air before ramming right through them out the door. His hair was now in a crew cut because his mother didn't like it long when he got back and the only thing he thought as he flew away from his castle was, I wonder what Gohan will think of my new haircut.

When the boy got back to the 439 mountain region, he saw the Son family waiting on the front lawn. They'd felt him approaching and came outside reluctantly. This was something none of them wanted to do but was necessary. Dreeve landed and smiled as he started running over to them but they were still frowning. It was great to see him after a whole week but the Sons knew what they had to do. "Dreeve, go home," Gohan stated.

"What?" the boy asked hurt.

"Your parents won't let you stay," Videl continued but her voice cracked mid-sentence.

"Wait, I got permission," the family looked at him skeptically. "Well, from my father, my mom was pretty angry about it but I need to do this. That life isn't meant for me anymore, I want to help save the world."

Gohan looked at the seven year old with pride before saying with a smile, "What happened to your hair?" They caught up and had a laugh about Dreeve's week away and he apologized for getting angry, that he didn't realize he really was getting stronger. Finally Gohan looked at him and grinned evilly, "Hey Dreeve," the boy looked up and gulped, "You missed a week of training. Do you know what that means?" He shook his head and Gohan laughed, "No house for another week, you can sleep in the forest." The boy groaned and it was already night time so he headed out a little after and slept on a soft patch of dirt in the woods.

At midnight, Dreeve was woken up by the sound of a growl and looked up. Towering above him was a tyrannosaurus rex, looking hungry with drool coming out of its mouth. Dreeve started up and ran away screaming as the dinosaur chased him. After a minute he turned back and didn't see the monster anymore, he'd left it in the dust he ran so fast. I need to find somewhere better to sleep, he saw a cave and walked into the darkness. It didn't seem so bad and he was about to lie down when he heard a growl. It was pitch black but he'd been taught to fight with other senses and heard the footsteps of something big circling him. It jumped up in a pounce and Dreeve dropped to the floor and kicked up his left foot, sending the five hundred pound grizzy slamming into the ceiling. The bear fell down and Dreeve's stomach growled, guess I found my midnight snack.

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Trunks had been training his pupils for almost a year and they were improving amazingly although Strax was getting better much faster than Anna was. The little girl was now five and the boy was still six, his birthday was a week before he met Trunks. Trunks' way of teaching was much different from Gohan's and similar to his father's. While Goku's son taught Dreeve how to survive in the wild, and things he would've learned in school but never would need to know now, Trunks only spent time with the kids to train them. Rest wasn't in the teen's vocabulary and as soon as he finished training with the kids he'd go into a GR and train at one hundred percent all the time. He couldn't let himself let up no matter how many times his mom begged him to stop breaking the machines.

His training was intense but Strax never once complained. After Trunks told them about what happened to his friends, Anna stopped arguing about how impossible each task he gave them was. They were in Capsule Corp.'s backyard sparring right now, Anna was trying to last with her brother for over a minute but his power kept getting stronger and each goal she set for herself seemed to get harder and harder the more he progressed.

The purple haired man was shouting out pointers each time an error in stance or a wrong fist was thrown at a time when it should've been a kick or the other hand. Bulma's mom walked outside and Trunks said hi to his grandma. She had drinks for them and rested them down on the little table next to some chairs outside. Her blonde hair was still natural and not graying and she didn't look a year older than she did twenty years ago. Bulma was getting jealous of her mother as she started to show signs of aging but the blunette hid it pretty good as well.

Kiki looked around and then to Trunks, "Where are Anna and Strax?" The boy pointed onto the lawn and although he could see them perfectly, they were moving so fast Kiki's eyes couldn't keep up and she finally saw them as Strax's fist collided with his sister's face knocking her to the grass.

"Forty-two seconds, that's a new best Strax," Trunks called over and the boy smiled as he reached down to help his sister up. She humphed and pulled herself to her feet on her own. It was frustrating that each time she improved, he improved double. Anna frowned and pushed past her brother over to the table where she downed the glass of water.

"Get over it," Trunks whispered to her as he walked over. Strax was sitting not too far from them but was talking happily to the blonde woman. Anna looked at her master with confusion, "Stop pouting because it isn't going to change anything, he's still going to be better than you. Do you know why?"

"Because he's older than me, he's a boy, and you like him more," Anna stated angrily. Trunks looked surprised but she'd been wanting to get that off her chest for a while now. Trunks always seemed to favor Strax during exercises and would constantly point out things she was doing wrong instead of commenting on him.

"That's not true," Anna looked at him and their voices were still low as to not interrupt Trunks and Kiki's conversation. "I was one of the strongest people in the world by the time I was six, I have a friend who is one of the strongest on the planet and she's a girl, and I do not favor either one of you. If you feel I've been going harder on you it's because you don't have the motivation your brother has." She looked over at Strax, who unlike her, was smiling and even showing off a bruise on his cheek to the grandmother. "You can't beat him because when he trains he does it because he knows he's going to save people by doing it and it gives him happiness. All you think about is not being too much weaker than him, but that's not good enough. You can't strive towards lasting a certain amount of time fighting him, or lifting almost as much as he does." Anna stopped frowning and thought about her reasons for the nonstop training and he was right. From the first day, all she thought about was Strax not thinking she was weak, her mindset was like that for the whole time they spent together and it was holding her back.

She whispered, "But how can I change that, how can I just find a new purpose?" Trunks told her to wait and when the training for the day was finished, Strax went to sleep and Trunks went and grabbed Anna from their guest room, where the kids were staying, without waking her brother. After about a week, Trunks had already taught the kids how to fly because it opened up so many possibilities for fighting. The two of them stepped out of Capsule Corp. without a sound and shot up into the sky wordlessly.

Within twenty minutes, the two of them reached a tall hill overlooking a valley. The full moon was out and there were a lot of stars in the sky so it was pretty lit up. Anna followed Trunks as he landed and started walking to the top of the hill. She could make out a couple shapes up top but it was only when she got a few feet away that she realized where they were. Trunks kneeled down and Anna watched as he put his hand on the closest tombstone and wiped away some dust. He lifted his hand and a ball of ki formed, casting a light over the grave. "Who is that?" she asked pointing to the name on the rock. The tombstone wasn't conventional and they all looked like someone had just tore rocks out of the ground and carved into them.

"That man, Vegeta," Anna recognized it as his father from some of her talks with Bulma but she didn't say anything about it, "is why we're all here right now. He destroyed the alien fleet before they could come to Earth and destroy us all. And this," he moved two tombstones over and held up his hand so the girl could read the letters. She'd never seen the word before and didn't know how to pronounce it since she wasn't a very good reader. "This is my best friend, his name was Goten." Trunks took a deep breath as he patted the top of the grave marker. "Do you know what're under these rocks?"

"Umm, bodies?" Anna said confused at the question.

"That's what you'd think. But no, there were no bodies when they were through with my friends. These aliens are ruthless, I watched as they killed my best friend who was powerless and beaten. He had no strength left but they didn't care, they don't take prisoners." He turned and met the girl's eyes with his own, "You may not believe me when I tell you, but you are one of the strongest people in the world. But that's not enough, we have to be more than the strongest in this world, we need to be the best in every world. If we aren't, what happened to them will happen to everyone else we know, everyone left on Earth will be annihilated and you have to help me stop it. Now when we continue training I don't want you to think about how you need to get strong to keep up with Strax because he is pulling ahead. You have to go at your own pace and become stronger so that you can stop these monsters from destroying the world. I believe in you Anna, do you believe in yourself?"

She looked back at the graves and then to her master with a smile, "Yes I do." He put his hand through her hair and picked her up.

"Now let's get back to the house, you're still tired from today so I'll carry you." She wanted to argue but his back felt so comfortable all of a sudden. Anna passed out and then her eyes jolted open and it was still dark out. Dark except for the huge portion of sky lit up with a giant yellow sphere. The explosion calmed down but she kept seeing flashes in the sky, she tried to focus on them but they were moving too fast for her. The feeling she was getting was that both powers were incredibly high and one belonged to her master. When they'd been taught to search out ki's, they found out that each person feels a certain way. Like all food tastes unique, each person has a certain feeling that you can put with them no matter how high or low their energy is.

All of a sudden a person shot down from the sky and crashed into the ground in front of her causing the ground to shake and debris to fly everywhere, some hitting her and a rock hit her in the arm at crazy fast speeds making her shout in pain. Looking up she saw a man with gold hair looking down at her and then his hair turned black and he lowered down to the ground. "Are you okay? I didn't realize you woke up, though now that I think about it," the spiky-haired man put a hand behind his head and smiled, "I don't see how anyone could've slept through that ruckus."

"Oh Anna, you're awake," Trunks limped out of the crater and walked over to her with his purple hair all messed up. It wasn't blonde anymore and fell back like it usually did behind his head and down the top half of his back. The teenager had blood running down his face and his leg looked like it was causing him an immense amount of pain. Gohan looked at him and frowned, "yeah I know, you're sorry. Don't worry about it, I'll take one." Trunks reached into his pants and pulled out a little green bean. His clothes were made of almost indestructible material that could stretch like Saiyan armor. The suit could defend against bullets and wouldn't get burned or destroyed in medium sized ki blasts but Trunks and his partner weren't playing around.

"Bulma's going to throw a fit when she sees what you did to her clothes she worked so hard to 'perfect.'" Gohan laughed as Trunks kicked his leg out a couple times to make sure he was fine.

"What do you mean 'what I did to her clothes'? She's going to know it was you," Anna watched the grown man gulp nervously. She didn't understand it, these people were so powerful she couldn't even comprehend it but they were afraid of Bulma. Bulma! Trunks turned to his pupil and patted her on the head, "I see you've met, introduce yourself."

Anna smiled at the man with spiky hair and greeted, "Hello, I'm Anna."

"I'm Gohan, nice to meet you," the man held out his hand and Anna reached out to shake it but Gohan pulled her in and started tickling her. Trunks forgot sometimes that she was just a five year old girl and reminded himself to at least let her have a little more fun. He picked up the girl and propped her up on Trunks' shoulder, "Guess you guys should probably get back. Same time tomorrow?" Trunks nodded and took off.

"Wait, do you always do this after we go to sleep?" Anna asked and Trunks nodded.

"His house wasn't far from where we were so I didn't want to go home just to have to come back out here. Have to get my own training in too and during the day I'm resting half the time you guys are doing work." Anna thought back and it hit her that besides a few exercises, Trunks usually told them to go do something and they'd do it without him watching. If he was out all night training, it made sense he'd need the sleep.

"Well you won't have to worry about doing that much longer," Trunks looked up at her as he flew. "Because soon me and Strax will be able to fight with you so you can just train with us," the man smiled and flew faster to give the girl a thrill. She shrieked in delight and soon they were back at Capsule Corp. where Trunks sent the girl to bed.

He didn't like having to take a sense bean because it not only made him feel weak, but he didn't feel hungry for a while and he loved his food. Korin and Yajirobe were working hard, they always joked about how they weren't running a bean farm up there, but now they actually spent a lot of time growing the beans and storing them in baskets because there was no telling when the invaders would come and how many of the beans they would need when they did. Each fighter had his own supply that was given to them and could go up to the tower to resupply at any time. 18 never used them and only gave her daughter one in an extreme circumstance where the girl was bleeding without stop and she caved in to Roshi's pleas. Trunks and Gohan used them all the time because it allowed them to keep on training without pausing for food and they didn't have to recuperate between training sessions.

Gohan was still training after his spar with Trunks and was in the GR at 1,400X Earth's gravity as a Super Saiyan 2. The amount of pressure constantly being put on him was getting to be too much and he dropped out of his Super state into the one he acquired from Old Kai. His aura turned white and the pressure became far less noticeable as he started running around the room. Gohan started throwing punches and kicks and raised the gravity to the highest it could go and started doing push ups in a hand stand. Now with all the gravity pushing down on him and his whole body above him, the boy was feeling an intense amount of stress. He wouldn't let up and the pain he felt from doing so many felt great, he pulled a hand back and started doing the push ups one handed once he reached a hundred. Sweat was dripping down him and each push up was harder than the previous one. He switched hands but it didn't help, the pressure was still too much but he had to keep going. "Raaaaaa, AAAAA, AAAAAAA!" he pushed harder but he couldn't exert any more power, he was at his fullest. Finally it caught up with him and the gravity pushed him down but he was able to catch himself from slamming into the ground fast enough to slam through the floor and have to ask Bulma for yet another machine. His legs managed to curl up so he was on his knees and after a moment he got back up on his feet and went over to the machine, turning it back off.

After stepping out onto the grass in his front lawn, Gohan sighed and looked up at the sky. There was something he needed to ask his father but Gohan knew he couldn't travel to Otherworld. He had one option, "Dad?" he asked straight up into the clouds. "Dad if you can hear me I really need your help. I've tried so hard but I can't do anything to get stronger. There is a slight increase in power from before but I need your help, I need to be able to transform to a Super Saiyan 3. I know you always said we couldn't handle it when we weren't in Otherworld or if you just happened to be dead in the mortal world like you were with Buu, but you know we all felt you turn into one before you died. That power could save the world, the world you love and I need to know, how can I achieve this power?" He became silent and looked up at the passing clouds in the night sky. Gohan stood there in silence for minutes that turned into an hour but still no sign anyone had heard him.

"Gohan," a voice sounded in his mind and the boy closed his eyes.

"Dad?" Gohan asked nervously through his mind.

"Yes, I'm here, it's great to hear from you again. It's been so long," Goku sounded happy as always and Gohan shook his head. "About your question... I'm sorry Gohan."

"What? Do you think I won't be able to do it?" the living man asked.

"No it's not that," Goku responded quickly to put all doubt out of his son's mind. "If anyone could do it, it would be you. I'm sorry because I can't tell you how to achieve this next level. You need to figure it out on your own, more so than with the other transformations. To become a Super Saiyan 3 you must, damn it's hard to explain without giving it away and I really wish I could just tell you but I can't. This isn't my place to tell."

"Father I understand," Gohan assured, hearing the sad tone of his dead dad. "Either way it was still great to hear from you again."

"I would tell you that I'll teach you how to become a Super Saiyan Three once you get to Otherworld, but I have a feeling you'll be one long, lonnggg before then. Until then, I love you son."

"I love you too dad." Gohan felt his father's presence leave and smiled. He was satisfied with the response even if it wasn't what he was hoping for. Maybe it was the sound of his father's voice, or the reassuring words he received from him, but Gohan felt a newfound confidence that he would find a way to ascend to that next level and it would be soon.

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The hooded figure sat atop his crashed ship alone when he heard the hum. It was soft at first, then it became louder and he could make out multiple ships coming towards him. The skies weren't deceiving him, there was a fleet coming down towards the planet and the ships were big and shaped like rectangular prisms. The commander of the forces on the original fleet looked up at the cargo ships being led by one singular T-45 ship, the prized design of the old Arcosian family. The circular ship lowered from the sky but did not land in the junkyard desert that was the remains of his fleet.

One of the orbs on the ship opened up and a figure left it. He looked humanoid, even like a Saiyan or Earthling except that with the pale skin came patches of gray. Also he had no hair and the cloak he wore was black like the others. Appearing on top of the mothership with the commander were the Admiral of the crashed moon-size ship, and head admiral of all ships, Trussir, and the Commander's second in command Syria. One person was missing from the four commanding officers since his good friend K'luk'fruk was killed during the battle.

The first thing the hooded figure said when he landed was, "You fucked up big time."

"We've been here for years and the first thing you say..."

"You failed your mission," the bald man snapped at Syria. The red woman seethed for a second but the man turned back to the general, "The King was very displeased to hear about your defeat and decided to let you rot here for as long as he felt fit. These ships are filled with not only supplies but the materials your men should be able to repair your ships with. As for the Dreadnaught," they looked down at the ship beneath them, "It will take a long time for you to get it back up and working but the King won't take chances this time around. Every tool we have at our disposal will be used to subject Earth under His reign."

"Of course," the Commander said still with his hood up. "What about my necessity for more men? There were only five of them and two thirds of my men were decimated."

"And women," Syria added in annoyance that her commander kept referring to them all as men. Sure there were a lot less females but that didn't mean shit.

The bald man looked amused that Syria would speak out twice like this in a standard meeting like this. Usually she got bored and thought about different stuff while they had these chats. It was because she was stuck on a desert planet for over three years without any help and it turned out she wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.

"The King does not want any more mistakes and will be sending in two of the three other fleets from across the stars to aid you. In command of all three won't be their individual Commanders but the King's son Prince Kass. Also there will be replacements for your own men out of the training planet. Lastly," he paused and grinned nastily at the commander, "I will be replacing K'luk'fruk as your Second Admiral. Now I'd like to get straight to work Commander Rowan so I'll go start unpacking the ships."

They all groaned as soon as the man flew away towards the landed cargo ships. Trussir frowned and looked at a man he actually respected and asked, "He may be the Second Admiral but he's still my superior isn't he?" Rowan nodded, the King's lackeys were all incredibly powerful and only answered to the one man. No matter what position they were given, they were in charge and you'd be best to remember that if you wanted your head to stay on your shoulders.

"We need to find out what happened to those ships that were sent to Earth." No report was ever sent back and without any more ships and completely destroyed communications, there was no way to find out what occurred. They all looked up at the T-45 in the sky above them.

"You sure taking his ship is the best idea?" Trussir asked sarcastically. It was equipped with hyperspace travel and its communications array worked so it would be able to communicate with them.

"Sir," Rowan looked at his number two because she never addressed him formally which could only mean one thing. "Please allow me to lead this mission."

"No."

"But Rowan," she lost her fake composrue and whined, "the last two ships were most likely destroyed. You can trust that I won't be taken down as easily as they were." She was right, if there was a single person he believed could do it in the entire fleet it was her. He hand-picked her himself from the training planet and he knew just how powerful she was. The problem was that that was exactly why he needed her here. She had to be there with the main invasion force. Another surveillance mission would be risky no matter who was going and he didn't want to lose her.

She saw the deep-thinking look on his face but he was dead set on keeping her here. "We'll send Zeke, he'll take fifteen men, not even a full crew. Just enough to get in, figure out their defenses and get out." Syria growled but if it wasn't her, Zeke was the next best to send on the trip. He wasn't as powerful as her but he was an amazing assassin and stealth and obtaining information was his best quality. "You can tell him."

Syria spun around to follow her orders but appearing out of the ship was the dark mass that solidified in front of her. "No need," the darkness said and the woman felt creeped out just looking at it. Zeke on all accounts seemed like a chill guy, but his voice, appearance, and everything else besides his personality creeped everyone out. "I might've been listening in, haha."

Syria smirked and faced her commander. "You're right, he'll be perfect." She turned back around and almost jumped in fright, he melded into the floor and she watched the dark spot move along the floor and around the camp as Zeke went and notified the certain men he wanted on his crew.

The men all flew up to the ship that was hovering in the air and Prill flew up to the top of the Dreadnaught where Rowan stood. Trussir excused himself as Prill started, "What do you think you're doing? What are those men doing up at my ship?" A shout was heard and three men fell out of the sky. Rowan figured Zeke didn't want Prill's crew that were still on the ship to come with him. The T-45 lifted up higher and shot away as Prill shouted after it.

"That ship is headed for Earth," Rowan explained to the royal prick.

"Why?" Prill asked angrily, "Before the King slaughtered your men they told him that you already sent recon ships to the planet. Was R'yuk'y successful?" Although Prill breezed right past it, Rowan was still hurt by the fact his men were slaughtered. It was always a possibility when notifying the King of a failure but he'd hoped the man would be merciful.

"They haven't been heard from since. Those men will search for R'yuk'y and an explanation for his disappearance whether it be because of death or their ships being destroyed." Prill looked shocked, Rowan figured the man had no idea how high the caliber of the situation he was stepping into really was.

"Could he really have been stopped?" Prill asked.

"K'luk'fruk was beaten, and he was thrice as strong as the other Ultarian." Prill looked up but remembered his ship was gone. He could always travel back in a cargo ship but they'd have to unload everything and it was easier to keep it all in there as the repairs were made. He'd just have to wait until the ship got back, if it got back.

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The same day the ship was sent out from the desert planet it entered the galaxy of the target. Zeke laid the plan out for them and all the men grabbed out scouters from the old regime base that was on the planet. He knew he was right when he told Rowan not to destroy all the cool stuff along with all those pathetic aliens. Only a few of the former subordinates of Frieza were worth recruiting and their initiation was killing all the men who weren't worthy.

They reached a point when they could see the Earth in their sights and everyone got into individual pods except for the pilot. This mission was to be one hundred percent safe so the ship wouldn't even enter the atmosphere. Each of the fifteen invaders would have their own ship and if they weren't back by a certain time, they'd be left behind. The scouters were turned on and they all went to the same channel so they could hear each other. This way even if someone saw something and was killed before they got back to the ship, they could report it to everyone else first. Even the pilot had one so if the entire rest of the crew was killed, he could return to the fleet and report what happened to them. It was foolproof and Zeke was proud of his plan.

They all checked in and scattered around the planet. All at once they flew into the atmosphere and down to the surface.

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Gohan felt the powers when they were still out in space approaching and stopped the spar between his wife and Dreeve. The boy was in the middle of charging a ki wave but the tone of Gohan's voice when he said, 'stop,' left no room for argument and the growing ball disappeared. Videl lowered her arms and ran over to her husband before gasping and looking up at the sky.

"It's too soon, we're not ready yet." Videl said and Dreeve looked up trying to see whatever it was they were looking at. That's when he felt the giant powers coming from a distance and in different directions. It was nauseating because it felt like they were in all areas around him and he'd never felt this many strong powers in one place before.

"Dreeve stay here," Gohan said as a white aura engulfed him and Dreeve felt his power become insanely high. Higher than he'd ever felt before.

"I can help," he argued.

"No, you're still not ready." Without any more talk, Gohan shot away in the distance faster than the kid could follow. All that was left was a streak of white across the sky.

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"No, I won't say it again. They are still too strong for you. Protect the house," Trunks' hair turned gold and he flew away as the two complaining kids followed him running out the door.

The Super Saiyan powered up to his full and searched out the nearest power. He wouldn't let these monsters invade his home.

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"Report, report!" Zeke's plan was taking a turn for the worst. All of a sudden some of his men stopped responding. Others started saying something about giant powers before being cut off. The leader turned his head and his scouter picked up a power but the device exploded on his ear before he could get a proper reading and he figured out what must've happened to his men.

This was a setback but nothing he didn't have a back up plan for. The ship was leaving in three hours no matter what so they had to continue with the mission and then return after. His pod slammed into the ground in the middle of a highly populated area. The ship indented into the street forming a crater and people started running away. As he stepped out of the ship he saw a group of people start charging him. They were pathetic, leaving openings everywhere and he ended every one of their lives effortlessly.

'What is going on? Is this really Earth?' Zeke melted his body into the ground and people lost sight of the shadow that started moving across the floor and up the street.

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Some of the other men were feeling the same way as they attacked helpless Earthlings, some of whom tried to fight back and failed terribly. One such alien was raising a fist to bring down on a red headed teenager but when he slammed down, the girl wasn't there. He looked up and saw a spiky black haired individual in front of him placing the girl on the ground safely so she could run away. "How weak, and we thought this planet would be our biggest challenge. When the boss hears this, all hesitation will be over and the whole armada will be here in a second."

"Guess you won't be able to tell him then," the man heard the words come from behind him but the image of the boy in front of him was still there. Suddenly it began to dissolve as the after-image faded. Gohan ended it quickly because he never reveled in taking a life. His flat hand shot through the aliens chest and punctured his heart killing him instantly.

On the other side of the world, Trunks faced off against a snake-like alien and an incredibly strong guy that looked like the hulk only pink. The snake only took a couple hits but the hulk guy was actually proving to be quite difficult. Trunks used a technique he developed recently that Gohan told him he remembered the future him using. Trunks called in Burning Attack and it incinerated the monster.

Both men shot off around the planet to areas where they felt more of these aliens and eliminated them until both of them only felt one left. They met up in the sky outside of South City looking in. The city didn't look like it was destroyed or anything and besides the wailing sirens, nothing seemed to be wrong. Nothing except for the godly power coming from somewhere inside. "Remember Trunks, no dragon balls, if any one of these people die, they die for good so let's stop any more from dying." They flew directly for the power but when they felt like it should be right there, no alien was in sight.

Trunks and Gohan lowered to the ground but didn't drop their powers. Whoever this alien was, was good at hiding and around the area people were walking and cars were driving but there was no attacking invader. Some people started running away from the two glowing fighters on the street and one man stepped towards them. This man looked like a professional body builder and raised his fists. "I'll stop these aliens," the man called out and started running over towards the Saiyans.

Suddenly an arm came out of the ground and gripped onto the man's foot swinging him towards a building fast enough to kill him. Fortunately for the man, one of the 'aliens' decided to save him. The golden haired fighter caught him and dropped down to the street before he told the man to run away. He needed no more convincing and sprinted away. Trunks looked back over at his friend who was staring at the cloud coming out of the street. Whoever this thing was, he liked making a dramatic entrance.

Zeke slowly exited the ground, getting larger as he did and moving parts of the cloud around to form arms and legs. When there were six arm shapes and two legs along with a torso and head, the body solidified into a black form with a smile on its face and nothing else. He looked so creepy with that smile but Zeke crossed all six of his arms and he knew this was going to be a good challenge. "Hello, I'm..."

Gohan did not wait for introductions and shot forward, kicking straight for the chest. Zeke crossed his arms in a different way to block the hit but even a kick in the arms was enough to hurt him greatly. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the glowing yellow man coming at him fast. At the same time the black haired figure was coming at him with a fist pulled back. Right as they were about to hit him he turned into gas and Trunks' kick and Gohan's punch went through the cloud to hit each other.

The Son boy's punch grazed Trunk's shoulder spinning him up and into the air. Bulma's son hit Gohan right in the unprotected side of the torso with his kick and Gohan oofed. Zeke phased back in and spun on two of his hands, kicking Gohan over and over in the face before slamming with all four remaining arms knocking him back into a skyscraper. Trunks stopped spinning by sending a kiai behind him that stopped his momentum. He started motioning his hands in a bunch of different patterns and then pointed it at the black man. The alien looked up at the fighter who was drawing power into his hands. Zeke flew up and vanished, he moved so fast that he appeared behind Trunks and pulled back to hit him. The boy wasn't a novice and saw the ploy coming from far away. As the fist approached the back of his head he ducked and spun with the last hand motion. "Haaaaaa!" he released the energy at point blank. The yellow ball shot straight through the black cloud that appeared where the man was. Zeke made himself tangible again and nailed the teen with a barrage of punches. He didn't see Gohan coming and the boy grabbed him by the feet.

Gohan thought he'd turn into gas and fall through his fingers but the man just struggled to escape. Three of the six arms slammed down and hit Gohan but he started spinning. He spun faster and faster, bringing dust into a swirling motion that looked like a tornado. Finally he released the man sending him so fast to the floor he wasn't able to turn into gas. The ground exploded outward and a huge crater formed in the street.

Trunks got his breath back and floated next to Gohan panting. The older man didn't look like he was doing as bad as his younger counterpart but he was having trouble keeping his power this high.

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Videl put Pan down on the couch and looked back at the television. Scenes of minor destruction were being shown around the world but all reports were saying that the aliens were defeated. She knew though from the three huge powers coming from the South that the battle was not yet over. She looked out the window over at Dreeve's house and thought about doing some training to help her pass the time.

The woman gasped and ran outside. She sprinted over to the old Son house and ran inside but already knew she was right. The boy's power wasn't there anymore and it wasn't in the vicinity. Her head turned towards the south and she whispered, "Don't do something stupid Dreeve."

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"No stop!" Bulma tried chasing the kids but they were super fast and were almost like blurs as they ran down the hall.

"Master needs our help," they felt a drop in Trunks' power and shot out from the living room but Bulma was trying to stop them.

"He'll be fine, you can't do anything to help anyway." The blue haired woman got them to slow down and they stopped on the grass of the front lawn, "You're just not strong enough."

"It doesn't matter," Strax said. A smile formed across his face, "We'll be more help there than we will here. Don't worry, we'll stay safe mom." Bulma's mouth opened a little and the seven year old boy waved goodbye. His little five year old sister started flying after him after waving to the woman as well.

Why are they so much like everyone else I love? Even with the odds stacked against them they're willing to risk their lives. She couldn't stop worrying about them since they were only children and she ran back inside to check the television. The news covering the invasion tuned in to a reporter at South City where the last alien apparently was. Bulma sighed as the reporter kept shouting about how he couldn't see anything. They've been moving too fast for her her entire life.

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Gohan flew down and reached out but crashed through the opponent and landed on the crumbling pavement. He sprung back up but went through again as each time he was about to hit, Zeke perfectly timed when to fade.

Trunks pulled himself out of the hole he created in the twenty second story of the building and stood there panting. The last hit knocked the wind out of him. This creature wasn't so overpowering that they couldn't take him, his special power just made it impossible to get many hits on him.

The cloud of smoke surrounded Gohan and he started spinning but the energy signature was coming from all around him. Little parts of the cloud were turning into fists for a split second and pounding him before disappearing. Each punch seemed to hurt more than the last one and Gohan felt himself getting weaker.

A black fist shot out and this time he saw it coming. His arms shot up and grabbed the fist in mid-air pulling it down. The rest of the man appeared and the cloud disappeared as Gohan slammed his left elbow into the arm. He kept the fist in one hand as he slammed down and felt a crack. The monster screamed and used the other five fists to punch back but Gohan was expertly dodging them. He pulled back a foot and brought it up between the black alien's legs. If it wasn't a fight to the death he probably would've felt bad about such a cheap and dishonorable shot but he didn't know the anatomy of this species very well and the attack didn't do as much as he thought although it was still powerful.

With his top two arms, Zeke grabbed Gohan by the temples and smashed his head hard into the human's. The boy let go and he was getting desperate. He saw the one behind him flying forward but all he had to do was move slightly and Trunks flew past. He raised an arm and shot a blast of blue energy into the man's back shooting him through a building, and the next one, and the next one.

From high up in the sky above the fight, a little boy started down but felt an arm grab him. "What are you doing?" Strax struggled against her and tried to fly down but she strengthened her hold and pulled him back. They saw their master get shot through those buildings and he couldn't just sit around any longer.

"What are you going to do? We need a plan," Anna tried to get him to listen but he needed to save Trunks.

"I've got an idea," they turned around and floating behind them was another boy. He was taller than they were but he didn't look much older. His short black hair was spiked up and he was smiling at the others. He snuck up on them great because their focus was just on the fight below. Dreeve had been watching from a different part of the sky when he saw the other two get there.

Like Anna, he saw the level of which the fight was going on at and stayed out of it. Instead he watched carefully, until he finally found the enemy's weakness. He thought his master had figured it out as well but with the other fighter incapacitated, it was difficult for him to succeed. He explained the plan to the two other kids who decided to trust this newcomer. Down below, the dark figure had charged a huge blue ball of energy in his left palm and was aiming down at the street where Gohan was on his knees, struggling to get up.

The alien pulled back his hand getting ready to throw the ball when a small yellow ki blast flew into his larger one and exploded, blowing the larger one up in the process and creating a huge explosion in mid-air. The blast incinerated the tops of a couple buildings around but if the ball had been allowed to be thrown, it would have destroyed half the block. Zeke was caught in his explosion and plummeted to the ground where he pushed his feet down fast and caught himself. He got burned all over and felt a lot of pain from that attack but he didn't see where it came from. The gold fighter wasn't back yet and he thought the man might be down for good and he was staring right at the other man. There must be another fighter, he thought and looked up at the sky where sure enough, a child was sticking her tongue out and making faces at him.

He shot up into the sky so fast Anna shrieked as he neared her. The girl saw him come closer and he kicked her as she crossed her arms. She heard cracks and the power of the kick shot her flying down towards the ground. Zeke wasn't finished yet and started shooting back down when something shot out from his left and kicked him in the face. Strax pumped his fist mentally as his foot hit right on target. His look faltered as he saw it did not have the intended affect and instead of shooting the enemy to the ground, he only snapped the guy's head across and left a welt on his face. And he managed to make the dark alien even angrier.

On the ground, Gohan steadied himself and looked up as the monster he was fighting grabbed the little boy by the foot and swung him into the closest building. Who is that? Gohan shook off his dizziness and powered back up when he saw him. Above the alien, his pupil was descending fast while sending out some ki in his direction. Dreeve was there but there was no time to lecture him and tell him to go home, the boy had a plan and he was trying to tell him something.

Zeke saw Gohan lift off the ground and decided it was time to finish this and get out of here. He already had what he needed to report. Zeke got ready and was about to turn into a cloud as Gohan got closer to him but suddenly he felt something on his back. The demi-Saiyan watched his pupil latch onto the enemy and saw the now stuck solid alien's eyes open wide. During the fight, whenever someone was touching the alien, he couldn't use his special power and he was going to get Trunks to help him once he found out but it was too late and Trunks got thrown. He could still feel his friend's energy but he couldn't continue in this battle any longer. Gohan flew faster forming a fist with his right hand. Zeke had never been one to dodge because he could always just let the punches go right through him so he wasn't fast enough. Gohan hit him straight in the gut hard and Dreeve felt his master's fist on the other side of the man's thick body.

"Ugh," Zeke dropped his gaze from the half-Saiyan and the little boy let go of his back. The alien started falling to the floor and his eyes rolled to the back of his head but right before it hit, it turned into a shadow and slid across the bumpy pavement.

"We have to stop him," Gohan said, the time to rest was not yet and Dreeve looked at him oddly.

"Can't we just, you know, let him leave?" The boy's innocence reminded Gohan of himself as a kid, most of the time.

"Impossible, we figured out a while ago that they have no idea what kind of people Earthlings are. Their only basis for how strong we are is from the fights we've had with them. If this guy gets away knowing that humans are naturally weak creatures... it will speed up the countdown to when they actually invade."

"You mean this isn't the invasion?" He asked startled by the revelation.

The two of them were flying after the power as it maneuvered through the city streets. The dark patch on the floor cut into an alleyway and they lost it because everything was dark in there. "If this was the invasion you would've known because the ground would've been shaking this entire time. Explosions would constantly be rocking the Earth and more than fifteen powers would have arrived, it would have been thousands." The mere thought of thousands of these creatures was unfathomable. A ship shot out from the darkness and into the sky past the two of their heads. It looked like an old Saiyan space pod only slightly larger and was labelled, 'IDE' in big red letters.

Gohan didn't wait for his student and shot up into the sky after the ship. Dreeve didn't try to keep up, the man was far too fast for him. The spiky haired Saiyan got into the upper atmosphere but his Saiyan genetics allowed him to survive up there longer than most other species. He saw the small ship dock with a large one that looked like Frieza's. It was now or never, "Kame..."

Zeke landed in the shuttle bay and ran into the control room. "Let's go now," he shouted and punched some buttons onto the keyboard that notified the Commander.

He coughed up some blood on the panel and heard the pilot call over, "Sir you're the first one back and we haven't reached the deadline..."

"JUST GO!" He shouted and the man started up the engine. A big image of Rowan appeared on the screen in front of Zeke and the dark man coughed a bunch before starting, "Sir, mission complete, they might be after us..."

"Huge energy signature coming right for us," the pilot screamed.

Zeke looked out the back window and Rowan could see it through his own screen back from the repairing Dreadnaught. "There isn't much time. This planet," he coughed a few more times and blood spurted out on the camera so Rowan was watching his mission leader through a red tint.

"What about it?" He asked desperately, that giant blue light out the back window was getting bigger and closer with each second.

"Hyperdrive in ten seconds, I don't think were gonna make it!" The pilot pressed all the buttons but nothing was making them go fast enough to escape.

"These people are weak!" Zeke shouted. "There are only a few that can actually stand up for them, the rest of the planet is a level 1, maybe even a 0," Zeke smiled and finished, "sir, mission accomplished." Rowan heard a scream come from that side of the line as a bright blue light enveloped the screen and it went to static.

The room was silent for a few seconds and then it began buzzing with noise. Trussir and Prill argued, the lead admiral thought they should still be careful since Zeke was defeated but Prill was shouting victory and how they should attack now with everything they have. Zeke's testimony that it could be a level one or zero planet meant that the general population was so weak they had no military value to the Empire. A main reason for taking over planets was to add to the variety of aliens in their arsenal. The planet could still be worth conquering for the resources, and the slaves if the people were better for nothing else. Plus they needed to get revenge for the decimation of their fleet.

Syria rested back in her seat and muttered curses about how Zeke couldn't possibly have been defeated by level ones. "You hear me?" she shouted at the two arguing men, promptly shutting them up. "Even if the majority of them are ones, they still have tens. Zeke was himself from a level eight planet and he was one of their strongest, if not the strongest one of their race. We can't underestimate them any more than we already have." She was with the group that initially met Son Goku. He appeared in the throne room and told them to stop being evil. She remembered how the whole planet seemed to shake as he powered up and how it took the King's royal guard and finally the King to take him down. She was only there to report on their progress in the 249 galaxy but after the fight, the King gave her new orders to redirect her fleet for Earth.

Rowan nodded his head, he'd been silent the whole time but now he spoke up. "Reconstruction will go on as planned. When the new recruits get here from the training planet we can speed up the rebuilding process but until then, nothing has changed. Dismissed." The others got up and left but not before Prill shot him a look saying, 'this discussion is not over.'

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Gohan dropped out of the sky fast. Dreeve looked up after turning away from the blinding light in the sky and felt it traveling away from the planet. Up in the air though, his master was plummeting and he felt his power all but disappear. He started flying up to catch him but saw someone else shooting up to him. The purple haired man from before caught his friend and lowered down to the street where the battle mainly took place.

The seven year old followed the pair down to the street. Once on the pavement, Trunks ran over to the little boy who was on his knees next to the fallen little girl. "Anna, Anna!" Strax shook his sister with his good arm, the other broke when he crashed into the building at over two hundred miles per hour.

Dreeve walked past his master and over towards the other two. "It's all my fault," he said looking down at the limp girl. Her arms were bent oddly and there was blood coming out of the back of her head but she was still breathing.

"Don't worry about it," Trunks said with a smile as he reached into his pocket.

Strax forgot his right arm was broken and hit his unsuspecting master straight in the jaw. If Trunks wasn't so tuckered out, he probably wouldn't have felt it, but Strax felt it much more and shouted through clenched teeth, "'Don't worry about it? She's dying and you say, 'Don't worry about it!'" Trunks backhanded the boy into the ground. With his other hand he pulled out a weird looking bean and plopped it right into Anna's mouth. He closed her jaw and she swallowed.

Strax got back up and clenched both his fists sending pain coursing through his body. Then he watched his sister's eyes open and she slowly got to her feet. She stretched and looked around before realizing everyone was staring at her except for the unconscious guy on the road. "Did we win?" she asked and Dreeve let out a sigh of relief.

Trunks laughed, "Yeah we did, how'd that happen?" He looked around amazed at the three kids around him.

Anna smiled and pointed at the taller boy, "he happened." Strax turned around and saw the boy still looking upset that Anna was so hurt. At first he kind of blamed the boy too but she was ok so there was no need for what ifs.

"Yeah it was all his plan," Strax agreed and Dreeve put a hand behind his head and smiled sheepishly.

Trunks' smile disappeared and looked over at his friend. So this is the kid he goes on and on about. It's no wonder he likes the kid so much, he looks just like him. The victorious grin appeared back on Trunks' face, "Before we go on more about your amazing plan," he said jokingly, "let's make sure everybody's okay." He pulled out some more beans, "Here kid, Dreeve right?" The boy nodded, "Go take one and give the other to your master. You take one too Strax." He flicked the boys their beans and Strax ate his but Dreeve handed it back saying he really wasn't hurt before giving Gohan his.

Gohan opened his eyes and sat up, all he remembered from after firing the Kamehameha wave was feeling really tired and then nothing. Now he was in the street and surrounded by four smiling people as they watched him sit up. He looked around and realized who was around him as he regained his bearings. "Nice to see you again," Gohan said to the little girl who giggled and crossed her arms so her armpits would be protected. Strax looked at his sister and back at the man and was confused how they met each other since he was almost always with his sister except when they bathed.

"Dreeve," Gohan started seriously and the other two kids stepped back. "Not only did you disobey my direct order to stay home, but you put everyone at risk by coming here, and, and," Dreeve closed his eyes tight and prepared for anything, "and I'm very proud of you." He opened his eyes and realized he was leaning back but his master had a wide smile on his face. "You figured out his weakness and today we won because of your quick thinking."

"Okay, okay, now," Trunks began, "let's go celebrate. Who's up for pizza?" Dreeve smiled and nodded but the other three moaned.

"How can you even think about food after that sensu?" Gohan asked his friend.

"Easy," Trunks responded and turned around, "I didn't take one," he started limping away and the others all laughed. "Let's go," he lifted up and the kids followed behind him.

Gohan started up into the air when he heard a shout to stop from behind him. A lady with a microphone was followed by a cameraman as they ran cautiously down the destroyed street. "Did you do it? Did you stop the aliens?"

Gohan looked straight into the camera and was getting a hang of this, "This was a fraction of their true power. We only got a taste of what they can do. Next time they'll hit harder, and the damage will be much worse." He lifted up into the sky where his friends were waiting. Looking back down he called out, "This is war whether you believe it or not and we are still far from being prepared for this threat."

For the rest of the day, Gohan's message aired on every television in the world on every channel. Lists of the deceased were read along with the injured and missing and eyewitnesses were videotaped by the news. It was like tornadoes ripped through these areas before one of Earth's fighters came and saved them.

After Trunks and Dreeve had some pizza, which was two slices for the boy and two pies for the Saiyan, they decided it was time to visit the Lookout. It had been a while since they'd talked with Tien and they needed to talk about the possible consequences of this small force.

"Where are we going?" Anna asked as they started flying higher and higher towards somewhere she didn't recognize.

Gohan looked back at his friend's pupil and grinned, "We're going to go talk to God."

A/n Hope you enjoyed the latest chapter. Leave a comment, review, or question. I'll update again soon.

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good story

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