"Oh," Nevrrest scowled, her tail slithering angrily in the grass, "It's you."

"Nettelish!" said Goku happily, going to meet her, "Hey, it's good to see you! It's been a while!"

"Goku," she brightly replied, instantly taking his arm and having him escort her the rest of the way down the ramp, "You have quite the feisty wife."

"You met Chi-Chi?" Goku asked, confused.

"Hmhm, well I did try to call ahead," she admonished, "But she seems to think we've had a baby!"

"What?" Goku blinked. He laughed. "Well that's silly! You're not a wife." Nettelish abruptly stopped. Goku looked at her. "Huh? Are you okay? Your face is all red."

She laughed awkwardly and pulled her hood down further. "Yes-yes! I'm fine! Of course! Wives…naturally…"

The group watched as Nettelish joined them at the base of the ramp. "So," said Piccolo, "You're the saiyan woman that Goku and Vegeta brought back to life."

Nettelish started and looked at Goku. "…Does everyone know?"

"Whoops," said Goku awkwardly, glancing off and rubbing his head, "Was I not supposed to tell?"

She sighed and pulled back her hood, letting her mask drop as her saiyan mane fluffed from its confines. All except Vegeta and Nevrrest cooed with interest and leaned in close.

"No kidding," remarked Bulma, hand on her hip and brow raised, "She's got that same ridiculous hair!"

Gohan blinked curiously through his glasses. "I wonder if she has her—?" Her tail popped out and waved hello. "Oh. Yeah, she sure does!"

Nettelish folded her arms. "Shall I become an oozaru for you all as well? Or are you done?"

"Sorry, we didn't mean to be rude," Gohan apologized, "It's just…well, we've never seen a saiyan woman before."

"Huh," said Goku, itching his cheek with a finger, "You're right. I never thought of that before."

"Ugh," Vegeta grunted with annoyance.

Nettelish's eyes shifted from Gohan. "Obviously. Otherwise, you wouldn't be a half-breed."

"Huh?" blinked Gohan.

"Why are you here?" Piccolo asked, "Does it have to do with Misado?"

She immediately turned and regarded him. "How did you know that?" She looked at Goku. "Has Misado reached out to you?"

"You…could say that," stated Goku with an awkward chuckle. He glanced at his son and Gohan gently coaxed Honii into standing on her own again.

Nettelish's brow rose with interest and she swept forward, kneeling before the child. She leaned in close and touched Honii's chin to examine her, but the little girl grunted angrily and recoiled. "This…this is…I don't even know what to say. Misado's never done anything like this before…" She pinched her fingers before her eyes, measuring the part in Honii's hair. She looked at Goku. "Yours?" Goku nodded. She hummed and squinted tracing a finger in the air now before the entire outline of Honii's hair. Her eyes widened. "Asprayga." She looked to Vegeta, who was staring deftly away. "Yours too. That makes sense…"

Gohan blinked with surprise. "I'm sorry but…how does two guys having a kid between them make sense?"

"Good and evil," Nettelish stated in an indirect answer, since she seemed to be talking more to herself, "It was trying to create a counter…but there's no way that could work…"

"Breet," Vegeta snapped, bouncing Bulla in his arms as he glared at her, "Stop your muttering and explain exactly what the hell is going on."

"Vegeta…" Goku complained with a little whine, coming to her defense, "You really shouldn't call her that…she's Nettelish now."

"Quiet, Kakarot," Vegeta snapped, "I'll call her as she's called, not that ridiculous made-up name."

"It's okay, Goku," Nettelish assured, standing up and gently folding her arms. She regarded Vegeta. "If that's what my prince wishes, then I won't object." She held up a finger. "As to your request, Vegeta, that's a little difficult to do. I can tell you what I know, but the actions and motives of one of the Keeper Worlds is always hard to decipher – even for the ones who made it." She chuckled. "Perhaps even especially for them."

"The Keeper Worlds?" Sepis interjected, standing at Nevrrest's side, "You mean there's more of them out there? More…things like Misado?"

"Oh no. There's only two," Nettelish explained, holding up a pair of fingers, "Misado, the Keeper of Good and Odasim, the Keeper of Evil. Both where created millennia ago by the Kais. They are each located on opposite poles of the universe – one a spirit of pure good and the other a spirit of pure evil."

"But…" said Goku with confusion, "Why would the Kais create something that's pure evil?"

"For the same reason they created Misado – to ensure balance," she explained, "Both planets are equally important for this purpose. They each act as a guiding force for each faction. And their pull against each other ensures that neither force grows out of control." Her glowing eyes narrowed with consternation. "That's why it's so vitally important that both planets be protected and maintained. It's one of the primary missions of the Libra Order."

"So," Nevrrest finally spoke up, "I'm guessing something's threatening Misado. What is it?"

"It's—"

"Hey!" Goten's high voice suddenly interrupted, "Why is everyone standing around over here?"

They turned to see Goten and Trunks standing together, Trunks wearing a backpack full of new toys and Goten in his usual Turtle School gi. Trunks glared as intensely at Nevrrest as his blue eyes could. "What's she doing here?" he demanded.

Nevrrest eyed them for a moment and then turned, her large bird feet causing small vibrations as she walked toward them. Trunks kept glaring at her as she bent her long neck down. Her eyes widened. "Boo."

"Ah!" the boys cried, suddenly hugging each other.

"Nahahahahaha…" she laughed at them, "Stupid brats."

"Hey!" Bulma shouted, shaking her fist, "You leave them alone, you dumb bird!"

"Oh what are you going to do?" Nevrrest scoffed, "Throw money at me?"

"You wanna bet?!" Bulma screamed, flailing as Vegeta patiently held her put by the back of her dress, "I'll dump a whole trunk load on you and bury you alive in it!"

"Anyhow," Nevrrest ignored her, turning back to Nettelish, "You were saying?"

"No, please," Nettelish assured, "Don't stop your childish banter on my behalf."

"Krrrr…" Nevrrest growled.

Nettelish smirked and turned. "Goku, how familiar are you with demons?"

"Demons, huh?" said Goku thoughtfully, "Well…"

"You mean bullies with trickster abilities?" Nevrrest scoffed, "Yes, we've all met plenty of those I'm sure."

"Quiet, Nevrrest," Vegeta ordered.

Goku considered. "Well…I've run into a few, come to think of it. The last one was Dabura."

"The former Demon King, yes," Nettelish nodded thoughtfully, "I was informed of his destruction. Well…" Her brow lowered seriously. "Have you ever heard of a demon called…Xiuzi?"

"Can't say I have," Goku shrugged. He looked at the others. "Any of you?"

"No," answered Piccolo.

Vegeta touched his chin and looked down, thinking hard. "Xiuzi…yes, that name does vaguely mean something to me. I think I heard a story once of a trickster called Xiuzi who stole the Book of Word from the gods."

"It's not just a story," Nettelish assured, "Xiuzi is real."

"Ha!" scoffed Nevrrest.

"Xiuzi is real," Nettelish repeated, this time with irritation, "The only demon who doesn't fear the gods. He's a collector of souls and an agent of chaos. Thirty years ago, I and my Libra brothers and sisters sealed him in the Dark Dimension."

"And let me guess," Vegeta cut in, "He's escaped."

"Yes," Nettelish confirmed, "And taken the souls of all the Libras. Save a few, and they have all gone missing."

"But what does any of this have to do with Misado?" Nevrrest interjected.

"It has everything to do with Misado. Misado is what he wants. It's what he wanted thirty years ago and he isn't one to change his mind. Or, more specifically, he wants her soul."

"Her soul?"said Vegeta, cocking a brow, "What on Earth would he want with that?"

"Like I said, he collects them," Nettelish returned, "He keeps them – like pets. And Misado is one of a kind. I suspect if he ever succeeds, he'll go after Odasim as well – which is the worst case scenario. But even if he stopped at Misado, the results of Xiuzi succeeding would be devastating to the universe."

"How is that possible?" Bulma asked, "I thought this Misado was just a protector of good."

Nettelish eyed her sharply, raising her chin. "Misado isn't a 'protector' of good. It is good itself. The embodiment of it. Goodness given shape, name, and soul. It's why it refers to itself as 'we'. Good, after all, is a thing too complex to be defined by a single entity."

"But Misado was destroyed once by Frieza," Nevrrest pointed out, holding up a finger, "Nothing cataclysmic happened then that I'm aware of."

"Yes, Frieza destroyed the planet – but that was just its shell," Nettelish explained, "It greatly weakened good, but then he had been weakening Misado his entire reign – which is why he was able to destroy it in the first place, ironically. Given time, the Kais would have rebuilt Misado. But if Xiuzi succeeds in taking Misado's soul…what's left will become nothing short of a monster. An aimless beast that will wreak havoc on the universe. And in the meantime, Odasim's power will flood the universe. Evil will reign without quarter." Her fingers gripped her sleeves. "And worst of all, the souls of the righteous dead will have no one to guide them to Otherworld. They'll become lost and trapped in the realm of the living."

"Okay…" said Gohan carefully. He looked down at his sister as he held her little, papery hand. "But what does all this have to do with Honii?"

Nettelish gave Honii a dismissive, yet pitying look – like observing a drowned kitten. "Very little. Clearly, this 'Honii' was an attempt by Misado at creating a weapon to defend itself." She shook her head. "But there's no way it would succeed. And even if it could, by the time the avatar was fully developed, it would be too late. If left unopposed, Xiuzi's minions will destroy Misado's nine guardians and force out its soul within a week."

Honii suddenly stomped, making the whole yard shake. "But I can!" she angrily slurred, "And I will! I'm really strong! I'll beat him good!"

The little girl sweated as the saiyan woman's glowing eyes fell coldly on her. "Of course you think that," she stated without feeling, "It's what you were created for." Nettelish sighed and held out her arms to the gathering. "I appreciate how confusing this must be for you all. But the bottom line is I need your help." She turned. "I need the aid of every able-bodied warrior you can muster, Goku."

"Able warriors?" Goku asked curiously.

"Yes. You told me once that you had many friends who were fighters. I need them now to come with me to Misado. Anyone you can call upon."

"Whoa!" Goten remarked excitedly, "We're going on a trip to fight some bad guys? Cool!"

"I'm curious," said Vegeta suspiciously, "It seems odd you would come all this way to seek our help. What happened to your Justice friends?"

Nettelish sighed deeply and squared herself, folding her arms. "I can't ask the Justice for help."

"Why not?" Piccolo pressed, also curious.

She sighed again and whispered some words, rotating one hand over the other till she had created an image within a veil of smoke. "Thirty-two years ago, the last time Xiuzi started corrupting Misado in order to take its soul, the entire universe felt its effects." Hundreds of images flashed before their eyes in the smoke – terrible monsters awakening in their burrows and unleashing death and havoc on helpless villages, planets exploding, storms devastating civilizations, and Frieza watching massive armies march beneath the shadow of his tower. Goku and his companions all watched this with uncomfortable and grim expressions. "Someone has to protect the universe from devastation while we stop Xiuzi. This is the Justice's task."

"That's awful!" Goku exclaimed, fists clenched and eyes intent on the projection, "You mean to tell me this Xiuzi is causing all this bad stuff to happen?"

"Yes," Nettelish affirmed, "Even now, I can feel evil strengthening. I'm sure the devastation has already started in some corners of the universe."

"Well then we gotta take down this Xiuzi fast," Gohan stated, fists clenched just like his father, "Before people start getting hurt!"

Nevrrest glanced down at Sepis, rolled her eyes and tossed her head with a snort. "Fine, I'll bite, saiyan scum. I'll fight your 'demon'."

Nettelish looked at the former justiciar with surprise. "Nevrrest…? You want to help me…?"

"Oh I don't give a damn about you, murderer," Nevrrest assured with an aggressive fanning of her plume. She grumbled gently. "But I care about the universe. And I care about Misado. You couldn't stop me from helping if you wanted to…an entire army couldn't."

"I'm in," said Sepis earnestly. He grabbed Nevrrest's hand. "I'm no fighter, but I've never left Nevrrest's side. I'll help in any way I can."

Vegeta growled with uncertainty. "Just how strong is this Xiuzi anyhow?"

"I know what you're thinking," Nettelish said with a perky smile. She held up a fist and gripped her bicep. "Xiuzi isn't a warrior and will have to be dealt with magically – leave that to me. What you'll be fighting is his shadow-forms – pseudo demons of incredible power. Xiuzi always creates them to do his dirty work for him. They vary in strength depending on how much work he puts into creating one, but considering this is his second attempt, I suspect he'll create the strongest shadows he's ever made. Which is why I came to Earth – the home of some of the universe's strongest warriors."

"Well if Kakarot's going, I suppose I will as well," he remarked, glancing briefly at Goku.

"I'll go," Piccolo agreed. He smiled a little. "It's been too long since I was in a real battle."

"Can Trunks and I go too?!" Goten asked eagerly, "I wanna fight some bad guys!"

"Sure!" Goku smiled, "It will be good training for you both!"

Nettelish squinted over the gathering, counting her fighters. "Is there anyone else you can petition for help? We need as many fists as we can get."

"Yeah, I can ask around," Goku assured.

She latched onto his arm. "I think I should come with you. To make sure anyone you ask understands the gravity of the situation."

"And me!" Honii piped, grabbing Goku's leg. She looked up earnestly. "Papa…take me ta Mother! I'll beat da demon!"

"Mother?" asked Goku with a blink, "You mean Misado?" Honii nodded. "Huh. I guess she is your mother…"

"Goku," said Nettelish in a lowered tone. She pulled him aside. "I sympathize with the connection you've formed with this avatar, but you can't keep feeding its delusions. We can take it with us, but you have to recognize it for what it is and help it do the same."

"I can beat Xiuzi!" Honii shouted at the adults' backs, "I know I can!"

Goku looked at Nettelish and something entered his eyes that made her shiver. He broke from her and bent low enough to place his hand on the tiny plant-saiyan's back and smiled at her. "Of course you can." He looked at Nettelish and her insides shrank. "You're my daughter."

Honii's bright green eyes sparkled. "Papa!" she sang and leapt into his arms.

Goku held her as she hugged his neck and looked at his eldest. "Isn't that right, Gohan?"

Gohan's eyes glimmered even more than Honii's. "Yeah, Dad!" he happily gasped.

"Fine, take her with us," Nettelish stated. She turned and hooked her hands with her hair, tossing it out of her robes. Vegeta's breathing stopped as the distinct forked shape fell against her back. "I trust none of your friends will have a problem with meeting another saiyan?"

"Not at all!" Goku assured, "In fact, they'll probably be excited."

"What a thought." She drew close to him again and rested a hand on his shoulder…but then slipped down and squeezed his pec. "Oooh," she blushed.

"Ah!" Vegeta flailed back, face red.

"You ready?" Goku asked, touching his forehead.

A little blood slipped from one of her nostrils as she repeatedly squeezed his pec. "Oh I'm ready."

"Ready, Papa," Honii said, pressing her cheek to him.

"Alright!" he replied, "Here we go!"

They vanished. Bulma stared at Vegeta as he turned away, shuddering and red in the face. "Vulgar woman…!"

(**Scene Break**)

"Holy cow!" Krillin exclaimed in almost fright, rearing back on the front porch of his house, "Is that really Honii?!"

"I'm Honii!" the little plant-saiyan affirmed. She pointed. "And you're Uncle Krillin!"

"I…I guess I am!" Krillin admonished. He put his hands on his knees and bent down. "Gosh, Honii, you've sure gotten huge!"

"And you've gotten smaller!"

Krillin slumped. "Yeah, rub it in, kid." He looked at his best friend. "Gosh, Goku, I can't imagine raising a kid that was growing that fast! Marron is sprouting fast enough as it is!"

"Yeah," Goku agreed, "Just this morning she was way smaller and couldn't talk at all!"

"It's normal," Nettelish offhandedly stated, "Avatars always mature quickly. The avatar that's currently with the Justice did."

"Uh, Goku, who is this?" Krillin asked, blinking at the lovely, muscular woman.

"This is Nettelish," Goku explained, gesturing to her, "She's one of the leaders of the Justice."

Krillin looked with wonder at her long, forked hair. "Oh wait! Is she that saiyan woman you brought back to life?"

Nettelish hummed, leaning down so she could look Krillin in the face. She gripped the tip of Krillin's chin. "Hmm…you know…" She smiled. "He may be small…but it's actually kinda cute." She grabbed one of his arms. "And well built!" She started to poke and play with his muscles. "Oooh… hehehehe…!"

Krillin's face turned bright red and he steamed, trying to hide his delight. "You-you-you think so…? Well I um…um…hey that kinda tickles…!"

"Krillin, what are you doing?" asked a flat, female voice.

Krillin squeaked, about falling over backward as he fled from Nettelish. "Aye! Babe!" he said, trying to play it cool, "We were just…uh…" He sweated and turned, hissing through his teeth. "Goku, help me out here…!"

"Why didn't you tell me we were having guests over?" Eighteen pointedly demanded, leaving over him, "You left me completely unprepared."

"I-I-I didn't know they were coming, babe!" he assured, "Or I would have!"

"Hmph," Eighteen folded her arms, "Sure you would have."

Nettelish folded her own arms, kicking her hip and tail out to the side with a smug little smile. "You're a wife."

Eighteen eyed the other woman dismissively. "Yeah? What of it?"

"Oh nothing," Nettelish assured with a wave of her hand, "Just an observation."

Honii spotted a little blonde girl peeking out the doorway and pointed excitedly. "My playmate!" she cried.

"Huh?" said Krillin. He looked back at Marron. "Oh! Yeah, I did say that, didn't I? I'm surprised you remember it – you were just a baby! Say, that's a good idea. Hey, Marron! Do you want to play with Uncle Goku's daughter?"

"Sure!" brightly smiled Marron. She grabbed Honii's white, papery hand. "Come on, new friend!"

"Yeah!" Krillin encouraged, "Take her inside and show her all your toys!"

"Hrmph," Nettelish sighed as Marron led the daughter of Misado into the house.

"So, Goku," Krillin smiled, brushing back some of his black hair, "What's up? You were saying you needed my help with something?"

"Yeah, that's right!" Goku replied.

He and Nettelish took some time to explain the situation with Misado, what would become of the universe if Xiuzi succeeded, and Nettelish's need for fighters to combat Xiuzi's shadow forms.

"Wait, really?" Krillin said with eagerness, "You really think I could help?"

"Absolutely," Nettelish nodded, "You strike me as a fine warrior – justiciar level even. Your aid in the battle would be greatly appreciated." She bent her knees and looked him dead in the face, her pink lips pressed. "By me personally."

Krillin sweated and blushed. "Well, I-I—"

"Don't even think about it, Krillin," Eighteen flatly interrupted.

Krillin jumped. "But-but babe! It's not like that! I would never—"

"Goon." She eyed Nettelish dismissively. "I know you're not that stupid." Krillin looked relieved until she narrowed her brow and leaned over him. "But if you went running off on some adventure, you'd have to take time off from work. Or have you forgotten that's our main source of income right now?"

"Oh, come on, babe!" Krillin protested, rubbing the back of his head and smiling, "It'd just be a few vacation days…!"

"The answer is no."

"Work?" Goku blinked, "Krillin, you have a job?"

"Yep!" Krillin stated proudly, folding his arms, "Ever since Eighteen and I got our own place, I decided to take a job at the police department! It's been really great. It's helped me stay in shape. And it's also given me a chance to get to know Nevrrest a little bit."

"Nevrrest?" Nettelish asked with interest, "How would…oh, let me guess…"

"Yep, you got it," Krillin nodded, "She keeps showing up every time a major crime takes place. Course, these days a 'major crime' means a bunch of guys with popguns robbing some old lady to pay for their anime addiction. They usually just start crying the moment Nevrrest shows up, which is really embarrassing for her. I always handle it from there. She's actually not that bad of a lady once you get to know her. I think she's just got some anger issues."

Nettelish put a hand to her mouth, snorted, and started to laugh. "Well…it seems our plans working perfectly then."

"Glad she's keeping busy and staying out of trouble," Goku agreed. He looked at Eighteen, pressed his hands together, and gave her his sweetest, most sheepish smile. "But can't Krillin take some time from that for just a little bit? Please? We could really use his help!"

"No," Eighteen stated, unmoved.

Nettelish put a hand to her chin and squinted at Eighteen thoughtfully, her tail swinging from side to side and one corner of her mouth raised. She shrugged and sighed. "Well, that's too bad to hear. The compensation would have been far more than anything your husband makes on his job, but I understand loyalty to one's work."

"Compensation?" said Eighteen, putting her hand firmly down on Krillin's head and leaning over him at the saiyan woman, "What compensation?"

"Hm," said Nettelish, putting a finger to her chin and looking up, "I don't know…" She whispered some words, clapped her hands together and held out her right hand – precious gemstones bursting from her palm. "Would this be enough?" she coyly asked.

Eighteen put her face right into the gems, inspecting them closely. She looked up. "How much would you give us if we both came?"

"Hmph," she smirked and turned her hand over, more gems, gold coins, and pearls spilling from her hand like a waterfall and bouncing all over their porch.

Eighteen hiccupped, catching as much of it as she could. She looked at her husband. "Get packing, Krillin."

Krillin gasped happily, clutching both fists and nodding. "Right away, babe!" Eighteen went inside to get a broom to sweep up the rest of the treasure and Krillin boiled with laughter, pumping a fist into the air. "Hahahaha! We're going on another adventure, Goku!"

Both men laughed with glee, taking each other's hands and dancing like they were boys again.

(**Scene Break**)

"Gohan," Videl laughed, half annoyed, "I already said I was fine with you going!"

"I know, I just want to make sure you're sure," Gohan insisted, lifting his brows. He looked at the protrusion in his wife's slender frame. "I mean, I'd understand if you said no. It almost doesn't seem right to go somewhere when you're carrying our baby…"

Videl smiled happily at him, pinching her eyes. "I know and I love that about you. But I already said it's okay! I'm only in my second term. Besides, when was the last time you spent some real time with your father?"

"It is hard," Gohan admitted, "Seems like he's not even on the planet half the time."

"And you've been saying you wanted to get back into training again."

Gohan's expression soured slightly. It was true he had been saying that, but not because he actually wanted to. He touched his throat, still feeling where Nevrrest's talons had passed through his veins. He hadn't admitted it to anyone, but the encounter had frightened him. Sure, it wasn't the first time he'd been in danger of dying, but it was the first time in a long while that he'd been made to feel so helpless. He didn't want to feel that way again. He didn't want anyone he loved to feel that way again. And if that meant giving up some of his study time to train…

"Dad, stop!" Videl's cranky voice interrupted his thoughts. "I said I don't need another pillow! I'm not even that pregnant yet!"

Mr. Satan kept trying to tuck the pillow behind Videl's head until she finally took it and threw it at him. The pillow missed and bounced off Buu sitting across the room, who didn't even react and kept eating handfuls of candy. Mr. Satan cupped and rubbed his meaty hands together nervously. "You sure you're comfortable? How about a hot water bottle?"

"Dad!" she snapped, "I don't need anything!" She stood up and put her knuckles to her hips. "See? Normal! I can do things just fine on my own!"

"How about a snack?" he persisted, "What are you craving?"

"For the last time, I'm not hungry!" she shouted, getting on her toes and making him recoil, "And even if I was, I could get it myself!"

"What about your back? Do you need a backrub?"

"DAD!"

As indifferent to the fighting as his master, Bee yawned and stretched on the floor, kicking up a foot to idly scratch his ear. He jumped with a yelp of surprise, however, as three people suddenly joined them in the middle of the living room.

"Hey, guys!" Goku held up a hand in a wave.

"Hey, Dad!" Gohan answered, "I thought you guys were off recruiting fighters to help protect Misado?"

Goku sweated a little as he smiled and scratched at his cheek. "Well…about that…"

"Don't shame yourself by talking about it," Nettelish muttered, arms folded, eyes closed, and also sweating, "The stark contrast of the warriors on this planet is absurd. On one hand you have justiciar material like Krillin, and then on the other you have…what was he? A werewolf?"

"A wolfman actually," Goku sheepishly admitted, "He's been stuck that way ever since Earth's moon was destroyed."

"Well you have funny idea of who you consider a warrior," Nettelish accused, putting her hands on her hips and leaning aggressively up into his face.

Goku held up his hands defensively. "Hey, come on! You weren't specific when you asked for able warriors."

"I didn't realize I had to be that specific!" she snapped, "You'd think a warrior like you would have standards!" She huffed and eyed Videl for a moment. "Like this young woman, for example," she remarked with a raise of her hand, "She looks like a capable fighter." She observed the small bulge in Videl's stomach. "A wife…yes, the half-breed's wife. Perfect." She harshly elbowed Goku. "See, this is the kind of material I had in mind." She smiled thinly at Videl. "What do you say, earthling? Would you be willing to help us protect the universe?"

"Me?" Videl blinked, "I mean…it's not that I wouldn't like to help…"

"You can't be serious!" Gohan admonished, "Videl can't fight – she's pregnant!"

"Why is that a problem?" Nettelish shrugged, "I fought plenty of battles when I was pregnant."

"Wow, really?" remarked Goku with interest, "You've had a baby?"

Nettelish folded her arms and smugly raised her chin. "As a matter of fact, I have. A strong, healthy son."

"That's amazing! I had no idea you were a wife!"

Nettelish's face turned bright red. "Wha…? No! I never said I…" She looked into his sincere, innocent stare and turned redder. She hid behind a sleeve as she darkened into a beet. "I mean…o-of course! Hehehe…a wife…right…" She cleared her throat and folded her arms, turning aside as she put her nose into the air. "But that was a long time ago!"

Videl smiled politely with a little bow. "I'm sorry, but I have to decline." She eyed her father slyly. "How about you, Dad? You want to go fight? You're supposed to be the Earth's defender, right?"

Mr. Satan's afro bounced as he started flailing around like a circus acrobat. "Well-I-uh-I mean I would love to! But this—uh—is a critical time in Buu's training! Yeah! I can't just leave him high and dry like that! Isn't that right, Buu?"

"Nom-mr," Buu ate a toffee indifferently.

Nettelish's glowing eyes landed on the fat pink blob. Her saiyan mane stood up like an angry cobra and she bellowed a high-pitch shriek, her tail shooting up stiff into the air like a pole. Hissing and spitting, she seized one of Mr. Satan's trophies and threw it at Buu's head with all her might. The majin bent to grab a donut off the floor and the trophy went through every wall in the house, through the mansion's garden wall, and embedded in the wall of the house of a young woman who was currently in the middle of spoon feeding her baby. The woman's shrieking and the baby's laughter could heard clear back at Mr. Satan's house as they all stared dumbly at the hole in the wall.

To his confusion, Goku found himself blushing. "Why…did you do that?"

Shrieking through her teeth and her tail whipping, Nettelish pointed her palm at Buu and charged a violet blast. "Go!" she shouted, "I'll hold him off!" Sweat poured down her forehead.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" they all screamed, blocking the path between her and Buu.

"What are you all doing?!" she cried, her eyes wide, "Do you have any idea what that is?! It's a god slayer!"

"Yes, we know!" Videl shouted.

Nettelish's face dropped, like half her brain had stopped working. "You…know?"

"Yeah, don't worry, Dad killed the evil Buu, remember?" Gohan protested.

Nettelish blinked. "Then what is that?!"

"It's…it's Good Buu," Goku sheepishly explained.

Nettelish's right eye twitched. "You're all crazy," she decided. They all stirred with worry as her blast got bigger. "Buu is a golem crafted from the soil of Odasim – it's pure evil! My entire order was created to ensure such a monster would never be made again! And it's eating donuts in your living room!"

Buu finally noticed the ruckus. "Why old lady make such noise?" he demanded.

Her face turned pale. "Oh that does it! I'll destroy that thing if it kills me!"

"No wait!" Goku protested. Her face flushed as he suddenly jumped in front of her and grabbed her wrists. "Please, hear me out! When Buu met Mr. Satan, the good in him split from the Evil Buu! And then we when were fighting the Evil Buu, this Buu helped stop him and even saved Vegeta's life! Please, you have to believe me! He's no threat to you." She felt her powerful arms become weak in his hands and the energy dissipated. "You don't have to be scared. I wouldn't let him hurt you or anyone else."

Nettelish felt a hot red ribbon stretch across her nose and cheeks. Her brow suddenly lowered and she slammed her knee into his stomach, making him keel over. She drew a deep breath. "Idiot!" she shouted, "You should have warned me ahead of time!"

Goku coughed and smiled helplessly. "Sorry, I didn't think of it…"

"Saiyan men…I forgot how much of a pain you all are…"

Buu hummed with disinterest at the scene and reached down for another chocolate bar. However, his mitten grasped empty air. Buu's narrow lids twitched with confusion and he looked down with an angry shriek. "Buu's candy!" he screamed. They all turned to see a giant, sticky puddle on the floor swirled with brown, pink, and other candy colors. In a matter of seconds, it was all sucked up into the mouth of a little white and green saiyan who got up off the floor with a belch.

"She melted it all and drank it?!" Videl cried with confusion, "Who is that?!"

"Honii…" Goku whined, sweating with embarrassment.

"What is she?!" Mr. Satan shouted, hiding behind Goku, "Some kind of alien?!"

Honii rubbed her sticky mouth with her wrist and Buu leapt out of his chair, steam shooting up out of his pores like an engine. "Bad little girl!" he shouted at her, "You ate all of Buu's candy!"

Honii continued to rub her mouth indifferently. "What of et?" she replied in her usual, awkward speech, "You're so fat you didn't need et!"

Buu stomped and spewed more steam. "Bad! Bad-bad-bad-bad!"

"Uh, Buu," said Mr. Satan nervously, "Let's not get excited! I'll bring in some more! A whole truck load!"

Buu ignored him, his short head tail flicking with bright pink energy. "Naughty girls get punished! Buu make you chocolate!"

"Ah!" Nettelish screamed with horror as the head tail slapped down at Honii.

But the energy never left Buu's head tail. The moment it came down on her, Honii seized the head tail in a little papery fist. "Heh!" she cracked a crooked smile, her eyes narrowed smugly as the pink energy danced up her tiny arm and dissipated.

"Incredible…" Gohan stared, "Buu's magic didn't even affect her…"

"Gohan…" said Videl, "Is that…the little sister you were telling me about…?"

"Mmm!" Buu let out a high pitch growl, sending more and more pink magic down the head tail into her with the same effect.

"Meh!" Honii pulled down a lower eyelid and stuck out her tongue. She paused, however, as Bee got up and started sniffing her curiously. Curious herself, having never seen a dog before, she reached out and touched his soft furry head. Bee yipped and nuzzled her. She laughed, forgetting Buu, and started rubbing him all over. Soon the two were rolling and playing on the floor, Honii laughing and Bee yipping and licking her.

"Ooooohhh…" Buu remarked, mouth in a little 'O' as he observed this. "Bee like girl! And girl like Bee!" He looked at Mr. Satan and nodded. "If girl friend of Bee, girl friend of Buu."

Mr. Satan sighed with deep relief. "That's right, Buu! Bee is an excellent judge of character!"

"I have no words…" Nettelish sighed, face in her palm and shaking her head.

"Well glad that worked out," Goku decided, "See? I told you there was nothing to worry about."

"Don't talk to me right now."

Videl knelt by Honii and Bee. "So, you're Gohan's little sister. It's so good to meet you. I'm your sister-in-law, Videl." Honii sat up, Bee's panting head in her lap. She eyed Videl's stomach. "Oh. That's your cousin. Would you like to say hello?"

Honii crawled over and placed both hands on her stomach. She looked at Videl. "She's gonna look a lot like you," she remarked.

Videl jerked. "Wha…? How do you know it's a girl?"

"She's good," Honii shrugged, "All good things are part of Mothar. And I know wut Mothar knows."

"That's incredible, Honii!" Gohan happily praised.

"So Gohan," Goku interjected, "Are you coming with us to Misado?"

Gohan looked at Videl. She nodded and he nodded back. "Yeah, Dad. I sure am."

"Awesome!" He looked at Nettelish. "Now that we know that for sure, I guess we should—"

"No," Nettelish snapped, holding up a palm in his face, "I've had enough of your wild idea of fighters. We're just going to have to make do with the numbers we have."

"Really?" Goku asked with surprise, "You sure? But…but I haven't even—"

"We can't afford to waste any more time," she retorted. She eyed Gohan. "Pack your bags, half-breed. We're leaving tomorrow."