*Cries* I just seen the last episode of Zoids, AND THEY LEAVE YOU HANGING!!! The Blitz team got into class S, and with Bit and that dude from ZBC is talking and all, THEY LEFT ME HANGING!!!!!!!! *Sits down and cries* They did not even continue it. well what I wanted to say after I was speechless for like five minutes after it was over is they gave me some ideas, from the final episode *still wide eyed* And no, if I use any thing in her from the final episode of Zoids, or any thing, let it be known that I don't own it.

Disclaimer: I dream that I own all anime companies. Then I wake up and find that I don't own any, which includes Dragonball Z, and Card Captor Sakura, which I barrowed the song Tooi Kono Machi De and translated it.

Down in Bulmas lab, the CD player was on full blast and the blue haired genius singing along with it as she worked on her current project, making the worlds smallest cell phone. "I loved that song on the old tape little scratches, a faded title... blurry dawn. And so, the day repeats itself accompanied by a summer breeze in a corner of the familiar day-by-day routine I suddenly meet with loneliness." Bulma sang with her voice that sounded like wind chimes in a spring breeze. "Oh darn it!" Bulma shouted as she tried to put in a small screw to hold the thing tougher but it snapped and the whole thing flew apart, its little pieces decorating the laboratory floor.

After surveying what decorated her laboratory floor, she stomped her foot in frustration, which in result, crunched a tiny piece she did not find. Right then and there, she wanted to sit down and cry. Which she could not do, she would probably just break more of the tiny pieces. 'Great, now how am I going to get out of here with out breaking any thing? I wish I took up the offer from the guys to teach me how to fly.' Bulma thought darkly as she stood in the middle of her lab with her hands on her hips and a large scowl plastered on her face.

"Well, Piccolo, how did it go?" Dende asked as he felt Piccolos ki approaching and turned around to face the dizzy tall Nameken.

"Just. a. little dizzy. that's. all." Piccolo said trying his hardest not to fall on the ground due to his head spinning.

"Thanks for doing this for me Piccolo, thanks you so very much." Dende said as Piccolo joined him at the edge of the Look Out.

"How are things going?" Piccolo asked the green God after he regained his composer.

"Okay, I guess, every thing is happening as I expected it to go. Every one should be waking up soon, and this is Trunks last day in this time. I just hope everything will go as planned, that is the only thing I am worrying about I guess." Dende answered.

"You are sure this is the right thing to do, let this happen and all. This could turn into a disaster if we don't pull through for him, you know this right Dende?" Piccolo asked.

"I am sure I am doing the right thing, I am sure of it." Dende replied looking up at Piccolo and then went back to his watch of the world below him.

"I wonder how Bulma is going to take this Dende." Piccolo stated.

"Yea, that is the one thing I am worried about Piccolo, I am afraid of her coming up here with Chichi by her side with the frying pan. That is my only concern." Dende said trembling a bit.

"I see what you mean, but we will find out what happens in time to come." Piccolo responded. Dende nodded and tried to get the thought of ChiChi with that cursed frying pan in her clutches, and for a second he envisioned Bulma with one. He then shivered. "Uh, Piccolo, what if Bulma some how brings her own with her?" Dende asked with fear riding heavily in his voice.

If you thought a green person could never pale, you would be wrong. Piccolos face went as white as a ghost, because he had helped in this operation. "Uh. we run." Piccolo answered.

"But what if Vegita joins in, then Goten, for his best buddy would be gone?" Dende asked with his hands trembling by his side and his eyes wide with fear.

"Uh, then we are dead if they don't listen to us." Piccolo said matter-of- factly as he regained his bearings.

"I was afraid of that." Dende mumbled and then sat down with a *plunk* and put his face in his hands and considered jumping off of the edge, but then Piccolo would 'save' him before he got close to the ground. Well, jumping would be better then being faces with two women with cast iron (thick) frying pans, and possibly two or three super Saiyans who are in level 2 (AN: In my story, Goten and Trunks can go ssj2)

"I know what you are thinking Dende. This is the only time of weakness I have ever felt. The though of ChiChi and Bulma beating me on the head with their frying pans and Vegita, Goten and Gohan beating me up sends chills down my spine. Our only hope is Goku." Piccolo said darkly as he sat down by Dende.

"Lets just hope he is not eating." Dende said and then fell backwards anime style.

Piccolo then had a large sweat drop on the back of his head. 'When isn't Goku eating any ways? When he is training. and he will likely listen to us and restrain every one else. hopefully." He thought grimly. The day was starting to go very dark.

'Lets see here, cloths, check, books, check, hair brush, check, money, check.' Trunks thought as he stood over a jam-packed blue duffle bag and then looked out the window at the multi-colored sunrise. 'I will only be gone for a while, but I will come back some time.' He told himself as he placed a large picture of the whole gang on top of every thing else, and tried to zip it up, but it would not zip. He then bit his lip and pushed every thing down as far as it could go, a few inches, then tried again. No such luck. He stomped his foot in frustration. 'Hmmm, why don't I just put this picture between my cloths and then sit on it? Yea, good idea!' He thought happily as he did just that and it worked then shoved the duffle bag underneath his desk and pushed the chair in as far as it could go and then went back to bed.

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