"You're late!" The show-manager yelled at her. She flinched away from him as spittle flew from his mouth as he yelled some more. He was a solidly built man, with little excess fat, and a very good set of lungs.

"Remember what I said! Get here; get paid! Did you forget, or are you just ANOTHER stupid blonde?" She frowned slightly at that. She wasn't stupid, just at the end of the line. He sneered at her frown.

"If yer not stupid, the you'll want to get paid, yes? Then you'll be up there as a warm up to the next big show in-" He glanced at his watch, a Rolex which was probably fake. "Twenty minutes. Move it, dumb-ass!"

She sighed, turning to head for the changing rooms.

Another day in the life of Marron Krillski.





He took one last look at his home, built three years ago, over the other buildings and constructions he'd built over the years. His oxen and other animals were being looked after by a trusted friend of his. Well-not as trusted as the friends he was seeking. But then, that was the whole purpose of this journey.

Uub was dressed in baggy tan clothes, which he'd bought a couple of months ago when he'd last gone into the city to sell his produce. He'd seen a lot of people dressed in that style of clothes when he'd been there, so he'd bought some.

He was on the ground, gazing longingly at the land. It was a simple life, which he liked. Raise the animals and his crops, sell them, and get money. Use the money to raise even more animals and crops; get more land…it would take time-lots of time-before he was a rich man, but time meant little to him. As long as he was happy, that was the important thing.

'Be in a situation where you are happy, and all others around you will be happy too.' So said his mentor, the great and wise Goku. Pity he was gone…probably dead.

Uub took a last look at his home, turned his back on it, and took off into the sky. Within moments, his home was vanishing into the distance, before it was so far behind him, he couldn't have seen it.

But he wasn't looking behind him. He was reliving the thrill of flying once again. He remembered the time he was taught to fly-the times when he'd flown with his friends-all those happy memories. But then a slight frown crossed his face. The last time he'd flown had been…

It was a gentle summer's night. So peaceful. So tranquil. So ironic, that on such a wonderful night, he'd last seen any of them.

He was flying alongside his friend, Goten. He was trying to dissuade him from his course of action. He'd wanted to leave, to strike out on his own. Uub had tried to convince him otherwise, but he was having none of it. Uub had heard of the argument between him and Trunks, and he'd been trying to heal the rift for weeks. Bra had left some weeks ago, as had Pan. They had been heading into the city to try and get jobs. They hadn't heard from them since. Marron had been considering going as well. Uub had done all in his power to stop it…

"Goten, think. We've been here for each other for so long, why stop now?"

"My point exactly. None of us have ever been able to stand on our own. Pan and Bra have done it; why not I?"

"But, Goten-"

"No buts! I'm going!"

Uub had left one way, Goten another. The next day, he'd talked to Trunks over the phone, before deciding to visit his parents. He'd walked the whole way, and at the end of the journey, he'd decided there was nothing to go back for. If any of them invoked the blood oath, and alerted him, he would have come. But since none of them had, he had had no reason to go, until now.

He'd invoke the blood oath. The oath they swore together, that fateful night…

Uub glanced at the scar on his palm, and he smiled, remembering that night…





The crowd were ugly tonight. Very ugly. Marron considered running, but then she thought; where could she go? The answer: nowhere. She had no one to go to, no one to help her when she was in need of help. Not any more. She'd left all that behind her, thinking it for the better. How wrong was she.

But she had to go out there and do it, didn't she? It was her job. She'd seen ugly crowds before, so she could cope with it. She'd cope with it. Despite the fact that several of them belonged to the big gangs and could have her...'removed' if she so much as looked at them the wrong way. No big deal.

Yes, she'd deal with it. She always had before, hadn't she? Dealt with problems on her own. Yes, she had.

But that was when you had friends to back you up, a snide voice in her head said.

Well, I don't need their help anymore, she replied.

Oh really?

Yeah, really.

Then why are you scared? Why is all you want to do is to run home, run to your-

Shut up!

Oh, you'd like me to do that, wouldn't you? But I wont disappear, you know. I'll be here…right inside you…

Marron shook off the voice, knowing that she'd have to do the show. She had no choice in the matter, after all…





Uub looked at the building he'd been directed to. He'd done a lot of asking around, and the people who could understand what he'd been saying past his accent had helped him out. Or, at least, some of them had. Some had glared at him, others had ran in fear. It was weird in the city; Uub knew that from the last time he'd been in the city any length of time.

The building was a brick affair, with little to no frills on it. There were peeling posters on the walls, and a set of steps led down to the main entrance. Unusual. Uub went down the stairs, looking about the place. He saw an old metal door set into the wall. Obviously that was the entrance, so Uub knocked on the door. The metal shuddered under his light tapping.

The door was opened by a greasy looking man, who looked as if he hadn't washed in years. Uub took an involuntary half step backwards, before he caught himself, and asked,

"Excuse me, I've been told that Marron Krillski works here. May I see her?" The man frowned, before saying,

"It's past closing time. Come back tomorrow."

"Closing time? It's ten in the morning!"

"We only open at night, sir. At ten in the night. Come back then if you want to enter the club." The man tried to close the door, but Uub's hand was there, preventing it from closing fully. The man struggled to close the door, but it wouldn't budge, not with Uub's hand there.

"This is personal." The greasy man looked panicky, before coming to a quick decision.

"Alright…you can come in…but only for a short while, understand?"

"Oh, of course." Uub stepped into the club, and the door slammed shut behind him ominously.