A/N: Thanks for the reviews on the first 2 chapters! (And Veggie Gurl 4221, thanx for the definition!) Here's the next couple of chapters, hope you like them! One more thing, I didn't take "Pichu" from Pokemon or anything; she's actually the product of my friend's twisted imagination.

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. I only own my DBZ pajama pants!

*Chapter Three*

"WHAT?!" Goku and Gohan exclaimed.

"How can they be Saiyans?" Gohan asked, staring at the girls in bewilderment.

"It's a long story." Anai answered.

"We've got time." Vegeta barked. "Now tell your story."

"Nemie?" Anai glanced over at her sister and Nemie nodded.

"We come from a very distant future. One where humans are slaves to androids and numerous other races. The man that attacked you, his name is Ryukin, is the main general in the army that's trying to conquer the entire world so they can destroy the Earth and move on to another planet. The resistance to the army is small; smaller now than it used to be. It was at one time the descendants of you Z Warriors. That baby, Trunks, was one of them. He was an older man then."

"What does my son have to do with the two of you?" Vegeta snapped.

"I'm getting there!" Nemie snapped back. "One day, Trunks infiltrated the military base and stumbled across an experimental tube thing with two babies in it. Anai and myself. The military's scientists had somehow been able to sort of clone a Saiyan. They created us much like one would androids, except we are completely biological; we're flesh and blood. They made us in the hopes of bringing us up and training us as the most powerful warriors in the army. With a pair of invincible Saiyans on their side, the military could stomp out any opposition and take over everything.

"But Trunks had a better idea. He escaped the base with us and raised us to fight against the military. He taught us everything he knew, and soon we were more powerful than even him. Then, when Anai and I were about ten, Ryukin found our underground shelter and took us back, determined to have his invincible warriors. Trunks came after him and challenged Ryukin to a fight. Trunks did a lot of damage to the General; it was incredible that Ryukin lived. Unfortunately, Trunks was badly injured too, and since he was an old man, he didn't heal very well. Not long after the battle, Master Trunks died."

Nemie closed her eyes for a moment, the memory almost too much to bear. Then, she went on. "He left Anai in charge, with me as her second. We were a small bunch of renegades: me, Anai, and four or five other fighters, but slowly we began to eliminate pieces of the military. Ryukin couldn't stop us in combat, so he decided to keep us from ever existing."

"He came back in time to kill Chibi Trunks!" Bulma concluded. She had joined the group soon after the story began.

Anai nodded. "Exactly. As a child, he would be easy to kill."

"Except he's got a bunch of bodyguards." Gohan said.

"And I doubt he expected to face grown-up Trunks." Goku added.

"What?" Anai asked.

"I'm Trunks." Trunks said. "I came back from the future too, just a nearer future than yours."

"This is confusing." Nemie stated.

"No kidding." Bulma agreed.

"So what about this Ryukin?" Vegeta asked. "Just how powerful is he?"

Anai answered, "Very. Not only is his physical strength great, his ki is ridiculous."

"And he can make those dogs, too." Trunks said.

"Actually, he can't." Nemie corrected. "He doesn't have that kind of ability. Ryukin's servant Pichu creates the hellhounds."

"Pichu?" Goku repeated.

"Yes. She's strong too, but Ryukin has far greater strength. Pichu does most of Ryukin's dirty work." Nemie looked around at everyone's blank faces. "Fortunately, Pichu has limited power. It takes her three days to gather enough energy to release a small pack of hellhounds. The large horde she'd need for us would take her at least five full days."

"Where do you think they are now?" Gohan asked.

Anai shrugged. "Probably in hiding, building up energy. Transferring oneself through time takes a lot of force. Nemie and I are exhausted."

"Transferring oneself? You mean you didn't use a time machine to get here?" Trunks said, his eyes wide.

"No." Anai looked at him curiously. "You had to take a time machine?"

Trunks cleared his throat. "Um, I don't guess we've discovered that technique yet."

"Well, if what you say is true, then you two need to rest for a while." Goku said. "Because I have a feeling we're going to need all the help we can get in the battle to come."

Nemie nodded. "Yes. Every bit of force is essential to winning this fight."
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Later, Nemie was relaxed on Bulma's couch, drinking a cup of coffee and talking with Gohan and Trunks about the future. Anai was taking a long, hot shower.

"I don't know what happened to Goku." Nemie was saying. "Master Trunks never said much about him. I think it hurt too much to talk about it. He talked about you a lot, though, Gohan."

"Really? What did he say?"

"He just said you were like his father figure, since Vegeta died before Master Trunks knew him." Nemie sighed. "To be honest with you, I don't really want to talk about Master Trunks. New subject."

"Nemie, are you and Anai twins?" Trunks asked.

Nemie nodded. "Yeah, I guess you could say that. We're seventeen."

"Really?" Gohan said. "I mean, you seem too different to be twins."

"In what way?"

"Well, you seem quick to act. No offense, but maybe even a little hot-headed." Gohan paused to see if Nemie would get angry, but when she just shrugged, he continued. "And Anai looks more like the calm, gentle type. She doesn't even strike me as the type who would fight."

Nemie started laughing. "That just goes to show you, Gohan, you DON'T know us."

"What do you mean?"

"You were right when you said that I was hot-headed. With me, what you see is what you get. Master Trunks told me more than once that I had too much anger. That it would get me in trouble in a fight." She smiled a self-confident smile. "He even said I reminded him of his father."

"MY father? Vegeta?" Trunks said, sitting forward.

Nodding, Nemie went on. "But Anai on the other hand is totally different. She acts like a peaceful, pacifistic girl, but when she's on the battlefield, she's practically indestructible. We were...created at the same time, but she's more powerful. We've gotten into little scraps before and she could have really hurt me if she'd wanted to."

"But for some reason I just couldn't harm my dear sister." A voice laced with sarcasm interrupted.

The three of them looked up to see Anai dressed in a pair of Bulma's jeans and a T-shirt. Her silvery auburn hair hung wet down her back.

Gohan blinked a few times. The girl in front of him didn't look much like the scraped Saiyan dressed in cracked armor that he saw an hour ago.

"About time you got done." Nemie said, standing up. "My turn."

As Nemie started into the bathroom, Anai called after her, "When you get out, I want to start some light training exercises."

Nemie agreed and shut the door.