The heat from the bright sun seared at the ground as Muten Roshi stared aimlessly off into the
distance from his porch. He brought a glass of lemonade up to his lips, sipping it slowly,
admiring
the spectacle of a new day. Sweat dripped down off his nose, and he rubbed his head, tossing his
bandana to the ground. Interruptions, of course, never ceased to be, as the telephone rang from
inside. Roshi rose from his chair, pushing open the screen door and picking up the phone on its
third ring. "Hello?"
A stiff voice answered his greeting. "Kamesennin?"
"Yes? May I ask who this is?"
"Don't you recognize my voice?"
"Not really. I'm an old man. I can't remember what I ate for breakfast!" Roshi checked the clock
on the wall. Ten in the morning.
"I'll give you a hint: I've got three eyes."
"Tien!" shouted Roshi, almost dropping the phone.
"That's right. How are you, Kamesennin?"
"Oh, I'm fine, just resting, like I always do. Nothing new."
"Well, I wanted to tell you that I've been feeling this irregular energy flow lately, and I was just
wondering if you'd been feeling it too."
Roshi pondered for a moment. "Nope, can't say I have. But then again, I haven't been trying."
"Oh. Okay, call me if you do feel something. I just thought I'd mention it."
"Okay. Bye, Tenshinhan!" said Muten Roshi, setting the phone back on the hook and walking
over to the living room. Figuring that womens' aerobics must be on by now, Kamesennin flipped
on the tube. Channel 6 News was on, and something caught Roshi's attention as he prepared to
flip the channel. He stared at the screen, awed by what he say, as the announcer kept speaking:
"Apparently, the entire city of Sapphire was swept clean of all life last night by a mysterious
force.
Officials are unsure as to what this horror imputes its cause to, but..."
Roshi's mouth hung open. "Oh my God."
*****
"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" chimed the small yellow Sailor Moon alarm clock
that
Bra had sitting on her dresser. Pan grabbed her backpack and knocked it to the floor, then laid
back down and tried to go back to sleep.
A blue-haired girl's head poked over the end of the bed and stared down at Pan. "Wake, up, Pan,
breakfast is promptly in twenty minutes!" shouted Bra, rousing Pan to her senses.
"Do you always have to scream? God dammit, you're the loudest girl I know!" rebuked Pan as
she struggled out of her sleeping bag.
"Hey, it's not my fault that I like to be noticed," boasted Bra.
"Well, it sure as hell works. Now where's your bathroom? I need to take a shower."
"Whoa! For sure, Pan, you smell rank!"
"Dammit Bra!"
Bra stepped out of the bedroom with Pan and pointed to a doorway at the end of the hall. "There
are towels in the closet to the right of the shower, and be downstairs at 10:20, or I'll eat your
breakfast for you!" laughed Bra as she shut her door in Pan's face.
Pan grumbled. "Why do I hang out with her again?"
Pan shut the bathroom door and looked at the knob. "Huh? No lock. Oh well," thought Pan,
undressing and tossing her pajamas in a heap in the corner as she turned on the water and
stepped
into the shower. She sighed and stood under the faucet as the cool water ran down her body,
cleansing her.
"Mmm... Trunks," she murmured as she grabbed the soap.
Bra opened the door to her room and stepped out into the hall, dressed in a flashy sort of pink
dress with a neon red vest and high heels. As she headed toward the stairs, she noticed Trunks
heading toward the bathroom. Bra smiled devilishly and clasped her hands in front of her face.
"Excellent."
Trunks stepped up to the bathroom door, turning the knob and pushing it in. "Bra? I'm here for
my CD player."
Pan poked her head out of the shower and screamed. "TRUNKS?!"
Trunks stared at her. "PAN?!"
Pan tripped and fell over, pulling the shower curtain down with her as she crashed onto the tile
floor. Slowly, she sat upright and rubbed her head. "Ouch."
Trunks stared in awe. Pan saw him and snatched up the curtain quickly, covering her breasts.
"TRUNKS, YOU PERVERT!!"
"I'm sor- sorry! I thought- I thought you were Bra!!" shouted Trunks in fear, yanking the door
right off its hinges and running down the hall, yelling.
Vegeta looked up at the ceiling. "What in the name of all that is decent is going on up there?"
Bra smiled. "Oh, I'm sure it's nothing."
*****
"KAMEHAMEHA!!" screamed Ubuu, releasing a pulsing beam of blue ki that blasted off into
the
air. Echoing channels of winds broke around Kami's Lookout as Ubuu trained in solitude. Dende
and Mr Popo sat at a nearby card table, playing poker.
"Royal Flush! I win again, Mr Popo!" shouted Dende in delight, taking the rest of Mr Popo's
chips.
Mr Popo sighed. "And I used to be quite good at this game."
Hobbling up to Mr Popo and Dende, Ubuu stretched out his right arm. The Guardian of the Earth
and his assistant looked at the reincarnation of Buu, his body now battered and broken from his
intense levels of training. Ubuu spoke up. "Sensu bean?"
Dende popped out of his astonished gaze, reaching into the pouch in his pocket, and pulling out
a
small bean, placing it softly in Ubuu's bleeding hand. Ubuu accepted it gratefully and swallowed
it
quickly. He flexed his muscles to make sure he was healed, and headed over to resume training.
"Ubuu!" shouted Dende, grabbing the boy's shoulder. "Why are you working so hard? Don't you
have anything else you want to do? Maybe go hang out on Earth or something?"
Ubuu shrugged Dende's hand off. Dende looked at Ubuu, knowing how he had just been
disregarded. Ubuu responded grimly: "I was born to fight. Nothing more." Then Ubuu returned
to
his training, leaving Dende to himself.
Ubuu swiped the air, kicking the head off a statue. Suddenly he halted, staggering backward in
awe and falling over. Rushing up to him, Dende and Mr Popo helped him to his feet. "What is
wrong?" asked Popo.
"That... that power... I've ne- never felt s- such an inc incredible for- force... who is that?" Ubuu
stuttered. Dende strained his mind, instantly reeling backward and collapsing to the ground.
Ubuu
and Popo turned to him in shock. Dende stared into the clouds. "It feels like... like..."
Ubuu finished his sentence: "Goku."