Disclaimer: For fear of death by the hands of the reviewer because I haven't updated in a really long time, I decided to write another chapter. And always remember...Purple Money Dishwasher!...No, that I don't own DBZ or Animorphs. ;) Enjoy!

The Possibility

Chapter 3:

I thought the house was going to collapse from the yell I heard. It resembled the word "what," but there was too much force and anger to let it sound like a mere word. It sounded more like someone dropping an atomic bomb. Which I soon found out was the equivalent of what happened.

I peered over the railing that was at the top of the stairs and looked down to see a very scared and sweating Vegeta.

"Bulma, calm down," I heard my father quickly say after the echo of Bulma's scream stopped reverberating back to him.

"I don't think so, tough guy. You better be able to take this after what you just said!"

"B-But Bulma, I'm a different person now...I'm sorry I cheated on you then, but..."

"Ohh, ouch," I whispered to myself with a snicker. "Way to go Veggie-chan. He should start one of those lists. 'How to make an already bad situation ten times worse.'" I had to keep myself from falling over laughing. Even Marco wasn't this stupid, and that was saying a lot. Now I know what my real Dad's like...All bronze, no brains...Oh well. I smiled to myself and headed towards the shower, shaking my head and laughing to myself.

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I sighed as the soothing, hot water from the shower-head cascaded down my skin. I looked at my feet to see the bottom of the tub continuously being filled with murky brown water from the thick layer of grime I was washing off my skin.

Ewww, I thought to myself. I can't remember when I was this dirty...No, wait...Never mind, it was last week... I sighed again as I thought about the all of those innocent Hork Bajir controllers we had killed in order to get out of the Yeerk Pool when we ran into a minor kink in our plan.

"Now that I think about it...I've been gone for a couple of days now, huh?" And then it hit me. Crap! I yelled at myself in the back of my head. Tobias! I forgot all about him. Oh, God, he's probably worried sick. I felt my stomach knot up as I fell into a leaning position against the wall. Dammit...I totally spaced out...

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My name is Tobias. And for the past three days, I've been going insane.

Rachel is gone. No one knows where she went or why. Her mother said she left with her father to go visit him for a while, which doesn't make any sense, because Jake talked to him yesterday and all he did was shrug his shoulders and said he had no clue about any of this.

I was so spacy that I nearly flew into a tree yesterday and haven't been able to eat anything for a while. Of course, the hawk is hungry, but the human part of me just can't bear to eat right now.

I flew into Cassie's barn for the meeting that was being held today, a special one, just because of Rachel.

I inwardly sighed as I landed in the rafters and greeted everyone with a mental, Hey, guys.

Cassie looked up at me and smiled, Marco waved, and Jake glanced at me and tried smiling, but I could see how scared and nervous he was just from his eyes. In fact, the whole room was full of tension. I felt uncomfortable just sitting there, but I had to, for Rachel.

"Okay, so now that bird boy's here let's get down to business."

Everyone stared at Marco in shock for a moment, and then they all looked at Jake.

"All right. We have no new information. All we've got is that she's not with her father or any of her other relatives that we know of," said Jake.

"And I called up some of her other friends, and they said that they hadn't seen her in a while either, including Melissa. She even asked her father. He said no as well."

Everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. If Melissa hadn't seen her, then that was as good as hearing Visser Three say that he personally didn't know where she was. I relaxed as much as a hawk can and tried contributing to the conversation.

We could always check the hospital. A couple of them gave me curious glances.

"Why would we do that?" Marco asked. "To see if she's written up as Jane Doe #1?"

Every one glared at him for a moment.

"Hey! I didn't say she was dead!"

Jake sighed and looked at me. He gave a weak smile. "I guess it's worth a shot."

Right. Then let's do it.