(AN: Back from Europe

(AN: Back from Europe! So tired... Darn, jet lag... Sorry if this took a while, folks. When I got home from Italy, Austria, Switzerland, and France (and two hours in Germany- hehe), I had to get used to the computer again. I hadn't touched one for twenty-one days! Plus, my dad had bypass surgery on his heart on the 16th, and can't pick anything heavier than five pounds up for the next six weeks, much less go out of the house. Also, during the holiday, I had fifteen original story ideas and ten fan fic ideas! *groans, then smirks* I bet you'll enjoy Cruel Games... But that's going to be at least twenty pages for the first chapter, so it'll take a while. And then, before I could finish this long chapter, I had to go to soccer camp for six days! *groans* Thank you for the nice reviews. My best friend, Angel, read them to me over the phone (Angel was in our hometown, and I was in Paris), and I was so happy. Hey! I've got a question, and the winner gets Swiss chocolate.... Well, actually, only Angel gets Swiss Chocolate, and DeathsRedRose... and my twin brother... and my parents... Anyway, my question is: What color is the Eiffel Tower? It's

harder than it sounds. Oh, Smabbi-san! M&Ms? *chibi-eyes* For me? Yay! *looks around* Wait, where are they? *spies note, and snatches it up, reading aloud*

Dear AC, before going to Alaska, I decided to eat your M&Ms. And I still get the Swiss chocolate. Ha!

Welcome back to the good old USA.

Angel of Fire

*gets red in face* Oh yeah? Well, I get OATMEAL DEBBIE CAKES! SO THERE! *pouts* And crappy rubber bands on my braces... *calms* Sorry, I range from suddenly hyper to exhausted. But I got lots of porcelains dolls (of course, my most beautiful and favorite one broke- stupid jerks at the airport with my fragile luggage). *growls* But I bought lots of Swiss chocolate. Italian pizza was good. Mauthausen is EVIL! Stupid concentration camp gave me nightmares... *sniff* And I had a huge bloody nose on the first flight (all over the seat- dehydration), and then I threw up on one of the long bus rides because of this crappy carrot wake-up s**** that tasted like barf. But I saw lots of cute guys! *squeals* Kami, they were so hot! And then I got home, and I managed to get ten pages done in two days before I had to go to soccer camp, which sucked and I don't even want to think about. Then I got home on August 2, and ff.net was down... *growls, then blinks at a review* Crap, Pan can already go SSJ? *coughs* Sorry, I've never

seen GT, so I didn't know. Let's just say she couldn't before in my little universe, okie dokie? *looks pleading* Please? Okay, I'll leave you all to the story. Sorry for rambling..... Enjoy and ja! ~AC)

Chapter Nineteen: Secret Essences

"So, why the hell can't we go past level one?" Bra demanded as soon as Goku set them both down. Goku grinned goofily, his dark eyes twinkling as he looked down at the two girls.

"Wasn't that a funny joke?" he said, laughing. "You two should have seen the looks on your faces!" Pan frowned, as Bra began to scowl. She eyed him dangerously.

"If you weren't Pan's grandfather, I'd punch you," she informed him, hands on hips.

Goku raised an eyebrow, looking amused. "But you punch Goten all the time, and he's Pan's uncle."

"That's different..." Bra's voice faltered for a moment, then she scowled at her own hesitation. "He's annoying, and only a couple years older than me. And besides, he's my brother's best friend. Whoever is close friends with Trunks deserves to be smacked."

"Oi!" protested Pan, then flushed scarlet as Goku and Bra both looked at her. "I mean, yeah, definitely..."

"Quit while you're behind, Pannie-chan," advised Goku, smirking slightly. Then he quickly grew somber. "Actually, Bulma has been studying Saiya-jinn blood for years, ever since we were kids. We have no idea what female Saiya-jinn can do." His smile returned instantly as he added cheerfully, "Just don't expect to go level four!"

"As if I'd want to..." Bra muttered under her breath. "You and Dad look- looked like freaks when you go like that."

"Oi!" protested Goku, and looked pleadingly towards his granddaughter to save him. Pan laughed.

"Sorry, but you do," she replied, shrugging.

"Do I really?" Goku questioned, sounding interested. "I've never seen myself at level four, so I don't know if I look weird-"

"You do," Bra and Pan said at the same time, and laughed.

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"So, were you making out with Bra or what?" Goten glared at the questioner.

"Shut up, Trunks! Stop asking me that! Nothing happened!" Trunks smirked.

"It didn't look like nothing to me," he declared in a sing-song voice, and ducked the punch the other half Saiya-jinn threw at him.

"Just eat your food, both of you," Gohan ordered, watching the exchange with amusement. He had missed the two's humor terribly during the last twenty years.

Goten poked at his rice with one of his chopsticks. "I'm not hungry." The mumbled words caused his companions to jump in shock.

"Are you okay, Goten?" Trunks asked with concern as Gohan's hand moved towards his brother's forehead. The ebony-haired Saiya-jinn jerked away from the two, scowling darkly.

"I'm fine!" he insisted, running a hand through his messy hair. "I just want you two to leave me alone about Bra! I don't like her. She beats me up! Why would I like someone who picks on me all the time?"

"Maybe she likes you, and just doesn't want to show it," Gohan said with a shrug, and Goten turned bright crimson.

"SHE DOES NOT!" As his brother's roar filled his ears, Gohan smiled faintly.

"Just a thought," he said mildly, and went back to his sake.

"But that could be it," Trunks said with a wicked grin. "I'll ask Bra-"

"I'm out of here!" Goten growled in disgust, shooting his best friend a furious death-glare, which the lavender-haired man ignored. The younger Saiya-jinn stormed from the room, mumbling angry objections under his breath. The two remaining raised eyebrows at each other.

"That was..."

"Interesting?" Gohan injected, and Trunks nodded, stealing Goten's half-full coffee cup and gulping it down.

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"What do you want, Dende?" questioned the charcoal-manned youth, watching the Namek with detached sapphire orbs shimmering from the center of his pale face, like beams at the top of a lighthouse.

The god took a deep breath to steady himself, and locked gazes with the arrogant man.

"I have come," he said evenly, "to ask for your help to save the world." The man smirked slightly, his lips curving at the corners as Dende's words amused him.

"Me?" he said in mock-surprise. "What could I do to help the Kami of Earth?"

"Not just you," corrected Rayne, piping up. She pointed to the large figure in the corner. "Him too." The large man looked upwards, looking faintly bemused.

"I will help with anything," he commented in a deep, slow, thoughtful drawl that made Rayne like him immediately. "As long as he agrees." His pale blue eyes, matching the other's perfectly, were filled with a kindness that drew both the god and the girl towards him instinctively. His crimson braid slipped over his shoulder as he bent over a small creature with a large bushy tail that Rayne had never seen before. The large man's eyes unfocused as he looked back down towards the creature he was caring for, forgetting instantly about the visitors.

"And I'll need a pretty damn good reason," declared the first man, crossing his arms against his chest, and continuing to match Dende's stare without flinching.

"Fine," Dende said, and began.

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Bulma waited, sick at heart, praying for the ship to reappear with a living, breathing Mirai inside it. After what seemed like hours, she slumped to the floor, cradling her head in her hands.

"H-he was so stupid," commented Marron weakly, sounding stunned by what the lavender-haired swordsman had done. Li-Won simply continued to stare, his dark eyes blank with disbelief.

"It has to work," the Chinese boy whispered fiercely, to himself. "The theories are all perfect. It has to, it has to, it has to..." His frantic pleas trailed off to indistinct murmuring as Mirai and the ship still didn't reappear.

"Damn...." Bulma whimpered. "Goku is going to kill me..."

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"So, basically all we have to do is train for an entire year?" asked Bra, wrinkling her nose. "That sounds easy enough." Goku smiled good-humoredly.

"It isn't," he informed her, and Bra snorted.

"If you say so," she said, shrugging. "We'll see." Goku's smile faded slightly.

"Oh, you will." The soft words were spoken to himself, and neither Pan nor Bra heard him. He attempted to bright up, and gave them both a cheesy grin. "Have fun training!"

Pan and Bra both gave him a thumbs-up sign, which he returned.

"See you later, Gramps," said Pan, and disappeared into the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. Bra gave a cheerful wave, and followed after her friend.

The elder Saiya-jinn watched them go with a faint smile, but his eyes showed his worry.

"Good luck," he whispered, running a hand through his hair once, then turning and heading back to Capsule Corporation with a quiet, tired sigh.

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Goten found an empty room, after many embarrassing interruptions, and slammed the door shut on the way in. He turned to peer at the door, bent inward by his anger. Growling to himself, the younger son of Goku began to pace the small room, frustration mounting.

"I do not like her," he snarled to himself, the only other sound being his stomping feet slamming into the tiled floor as they marched from one side of the room to the other, and then retraced their steps. "She's Trunks's little sister. No one important. I don't like her. Anyone but her!" The last were was filled with contempt as the half Saiya-jinn paused in his stormy defiance, taken aback by his emotions. He leaned against the cold, iron wall, its iciness cooling his temper slightly. He crossed his arms against his chest, still scowling.

"I don't like her," he said aloud to the empty room. "I won't like her!"

"That's what I said," said a familiar voice, and Goten jumped as the old monk popped out from behind a desk, smiling, but his eyes met the half Saiya-jinn's seriously. "Exactly what I said about Juhachigou. Now, what's this about Bra?"

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"Shy girl

It's written on your face

You're a mermaid out of water

Feeling out of place

Shy girl

Try to hide a blush

Cause you were looking for a second

Felt my heart erupt."

As Trunks sang the lines from 'Shy Girl' by O-Town, he danced around the table, a caffeine-induced high making him grin.

"I think you had too many cups of coffee, my boy," commented Gohan, watching the younger man prance.

"I think you're right," Trunks laughed, nodding rapidly. "Ten and a half cups are a lot!" Throwing back his head, he burst into song once more, this time a part of 'When I Think About Angels' by Jamie O'Neil.

"When I think about rain,

I think about singing

When I think about singing,

It's a heavenly tune

When I think about heaven,

Then I think about angels

When I think about angels

I think about you."

He threw his hands out to emphasize the last line, and knocked over a bowl, sending it to shatter on the ground. Briefly calming, he looked at the broken bowl.

"Opps," he said quietly, his azure eyes wide. Then the goofy smile, much like the one Goten and Goku often wore, returned, and he resumed dancing and singing.

"I hate country," grumbled Gohan, but was ignored by the loudly singing man. Luckily, Trunks wasn't that bad of a singer. Luckily for the older son of Goku, that is.

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"Cool," declared Bra, looking into the endless whiteness outside the fake Kami's Lookout. Pan raised an eyebrow at her friend's words.

"Cool?" she echoed. "It's creepy." Bra shrugged.

"Then stay on the Lookout," she declared, and walked over to where two sets of training uniforms lay neatly folded. "Looks like someone left these for us."

"Who?" questioned Pan, but neither of them knew.

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Juunanagou, brother of the long-dead wife of Krillin, put down his cup of tea, and stared with narrowed eyes at the Namek.

"Explain again why you need us-" he said with a nod towards where Jurokugou was sitting, nursing some squirrel he had found in the woods "-to get the Dragon Balls to work again." Dende sighed, and Juunanagou saw the wistful look the tiny god aimed towards the tea container. The android smirked, and let him suffer. He had, after all, come after Juunanagou's firm instructions to leave him and Jurokugou alone.

"When Krillin wished for the bombs to be taken from you, Juhachigou-" Juunanagou's detached mask slipped from his face at the mention of his long-dead sister, his look one of pain and fury, but after a second his face resumed its blankness "-and Jurokugou, the Eternal Dragon knew you three would die without something in that certain place that the bombs had once filled. So he filled those spaces with the essence of the Dragon Ball, which we now need a little of."

Refilling his cup of tea, Juunanagou snorted. "If we would have died without the bombs inside us, why didn't Jurokugou know that his was gone? And why didn't he die?" To his slight surprise, Dende actually grinned.

"He was dying, even before Cell killed him." The simple sentence made Juunanagou's eyes narrow even more.

"Bullshit," he snorted, pouring the warm, spicy liquid that Jurokugou called tea down his own throat. "Jurokugou never said he was dying."

"I didn't know I was," came the gentle response, and Juunanagou looked up to see the large, gentle animal-lover smile faintly. Their eyes locked, and Juunanagou's lips twitched without his meaning them to. Jurokugou could always calm him down.

"What do you mean?" questioned Dende, sounding interested. The black-manned man's smile vanished instantly, the cold light returning to his eyes. Jurokugou, however, smiled at the tiny god.

"I knew something was wrong with me, but I didn't know I was dying," he informed Dende softly. He touched his chest gently, and added quietly, "I simply felt... like something important was missing." Juunanagou watched his giant friend, dumbfounded.

"You never told me that," said the cold-eyed android, feeling... hurt? Because of Jurokugou? That was something he had never felt before. Jurokugou blinked slowly, turning towards his friend.

"I didn't?" he echoed, sounding surprised. A look of worry crossed his face, and the gentle android added, "I thought I told you and your sister." Juunanagou shook his head, sending ebon strands everywhere.

"You didn't," he said shortly, but couldn't stay angry long with the look of distress that crossed the crimson-manned android's face, and the silent apology his azure eyes held. He shrugged towards the gentle man. "Now we all know." Jurokugou relaxed at the silent reassurance, and, smiling faintly, returned to nursing his squirrel, once more in his own little word. His lips hardening in a dangerous scowl, Juunanagou turned back towards the two trespassers.

"If you two promise to make everyone leave us alone after this, we'll go," he growled at last, shifting his crossed arms. Soon this annoyance would be over, and he and Jurokugou could resume their peaceful hermit lives.

Dende smiled. "Of course."

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"...But I don't like Bra, and she doesn't like me. You could ask her, but she's in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber as the moment," Goten finished, then tried to catch his breath. Krillin eyed him.

"That was a twenty minute story in two. So, let me get this straight: You don't like Bra, and Bra doesn't like you, but everyone says you two do," he concluded. Goten nodded, sweat dripping down his face as he managed to control his breathing.

"Exactly!" he gasped out. Krillin raised an eyebrow.

"Why didn't you just say that?" Goten paused for a moment, thinking hard, then hung his head as Krillin chuckled.

"Damn..."

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After they had both changed into their training clothes, the two stared at each other.

"What do we do now?" questioned Bra blankly. Pan shrugged, crouching in a fighter's stance.

"Fight, I guess." Bra raised an eyebrow, then smirked, copying Pan.

"Fine by me," she commented, and lunged.

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"Let's go," announced Dende, with one last longing look towards the tea container. A small smirk curved Juunanagou's lips once more, but the android said nothing. Jurokugou slowly stood, his head only a few centimeters from touching the ceiling. The tiny animal he had been nursing lay curled in a ball in the palm of his large hand, sound asleep. Rayne eyed the red creature curiously.

"What is that?" she asked. Jurokugou smiled slowly.

"A squirrel." He held the slumbering squirrel towards her. "You can stroke him gently, if you want. He won't bite." The girl grinned: she had never seen a squirrel before.

Extending her hand to softly touch the tiny animal's head, she half-squealed, "He's so cute- Damn! It bit me!" She yelped, jerking away from the now wide-awake squirrel, who eyed her eagerly as she danced around, tiny, bloody bite marks apparent on her thumb.

Juunanagou chuckled as Rayne continued to curse, her face red with anger and pain. Jurokugou, however, frowned, and lifted the squirrel to his line of vision.

"Now," he admonished sternly, "that wasn't very nice."

The squirrel seemed to be smiling as he stared back, his dark eyes bright.

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"Just ignore everyone," suggested Krillin as he sat, Indian style, before the frustrated man. Goten scowled.

"That's easy for you to say," he grumbled, running a hand through his ever-messy hair. "You're not the one being tormented."

"Why does it bother you so much?" Krillin questioned, raising his eyebrows.

"Because I don't like her!" exclaimed Goten in disgust, throwing up his hands. Krillin smiled at a silent thought, but the annoyed young man was too miffed to notice.

'Or maybe because you do like her,' was the silent thought that made the monk smile.

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"It's the heart afraid of dying-" Trunks sang out before Gohan's hand clamped over the young man's mouth.

"Enough singing!" growled the older half Saiya-jinn, his patience worn thin. Trunks, his eyes wide, stopped dancing and stood still. "That's better." Trunks, still high on caffeine, grinned as Gohan released him.

"Yep!" he agreed cheerfully, in the same sing-song voice as before. "Enough singing! Time for more dancing!" Even as he spoke, his limbs began to move him wildly towards the door, away from Gohan. As he exited the room, he forgot his agreement, and sang out a couple lines by the Dixie Chicks before noting Gohan's scowl, whereupon he quickly began to skip down the hall, leaving the older half Saiya-jinn behind.

"Some days, you gotta dance

Live it up when you get the chance..."

Growling to himself, Gohan followed behind, vowing silently never to let Trunks touch another cup of coffee again.

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"Let's go," repeated Juunanagou as he watched the girl called Rayne sulk and glare at the squirrel. Dende shrugged his tiny green shoulders, and walked outside. With a smile towards the girl, Jurokugou carefully set the squirrel down on a small pile of rags, and followed after the god. With a final smirk, Juunanagou followed after his friend, leaving her inside.

"I hope you can fly," he commented coolly to the Namek, who nodded. Crouching, the cold-eyed android leapt skyward, Jurokugou following close behind. A split second later, Dende was in the air.

"Hey!" Juunanagou heard Rayne Sirec cry angrily, but ignored her as he flew towards the last place he had wanted to go.

Capsule Corporation.

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"Ha!" Bra yelled in triumph as she landed a blow on Pan's shoulder. The two girls paused, both grinning and sweating. Pan tossed her wet locks out of her eyes, making a face at her friend.

"Nice move, but hit me harder next time," she commented cheerfully, her dark eyes twinkling. Bra stuck her tongue out at her friend.

"Why don't you try to land a blow on me, Pannie?" she challenged gleefully as Pan's eyes flashed at the challenge.

"Watch me," promised the daughter of Gohan, and sent a punch towards Bra's nose.

"Nice try!" taunted the older girl, ducking the punch and sending one of her own towards Pan's stomach.

"Same to you," Pan teased as she nimbly leapt out of Bra's reach.

The two girls hesitated a moment, then, at the same time, the two lunged for each other's throats.

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"Damn," groaned Rayne, watching the three flying figures disappear rapidly from her view. "Now is one of the times I wish I could fly." She heard a movement, and turned.

The squirrel stood inches from her feet, baring its teeth in an evil grin. Rayne backed up nervously, her thumb still hurting.

"Get away from me you- Ah!" Rayne shrieked and ran from the cabin as the squirrel leapt at her ankle. "Damn you, you squirrel!" The squirrel seemed to laugh as it chased after her. Well, chased her for a couple heartbeats. The tiny creature was much faster than the girl.

Rayne's screams for help pierced the forest as the squirrel's teeth buried themselves into her ankle.

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"Let's take a walk," suggested the monk. "Maybe the cool air will help you think of a way to convince everyone that you don't like Bra."

"Fine," grumbled Goten, with a scowl. "But I don't like her!"

"I believe you," Krillin lied with a smile as the two walked from the room, all the while chanting, "Bullshit!" in his head.

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"Got you," growled Gohan as he caught the lavender-haired young man by the back of the shirt. Trunks stopped in mid-skip, craning his head to grin innocently at the older half Saiya-jinn. As he did so, he unbalanced, and toppled to ground with a startled yelp. Gohan released him with a sigh as Goten's best friend landed hard on his butt, blinking in surprise.

"Ow," Trunks commented, almost amused by the word that had just come out of his mouth. "That hurt."

"I would expect so. Now, do I need to lock you in a room by yourself, or will you calm down?" questioned Gohan, well aware of the fact that he had slammed this very man against the wall that morning. Trunks frowned thoughtfully, tugging on a tendril of lilac.

"Being alone wouldn't be fun, would it?"

"No." Trunks's frown deepened.

"No fun at all?"

"Right."

"Then I choose calming down!" announced Trunks, sounding pleased with himself.

"Good," Gohan replied, hauling the man to his feet by the back of his shirt. "Now shut up."

"Will do!"

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"Ow...." Pan and Bra glared at each other, both choking the other, and both wincing with pain.

"Do you ... think we ... should call ... a draw?" Bra finally wheezed.

"Hai," choked out Pan, her face now bright red. Simultaneously, the girls released each other, and took deep gasps of precious air.

"Well," announced Bra, when they had both caught their breaths, "that was fun." Pan's jaw dropped in incredulity.

"Fun?"

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Rayne lay completely still, hardly breathing as the squirrel watched her motionless form, ready for any chance to strike.

'He won't bite, ha!' she angrily thought to herself, her thumb and ankle throbbing with pain. 'That was the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard!'

Even as she bitterly and silently cursed Jurokugou out, the squirrel leapt, aiming for her wrist.

Rayne shrieked, curling up in a feral ball as the squirrel's paws and teeth hit her skin, seeking purchase.

"I hate squirrels!" she yelled as the squirrel's teeth found another prize: Her ear.

Rayne's roar of pain shook the earth.

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"Have I shut up long enough to say something?" Trunks asked cautiously, aching to jump around. The caffeine still surged through his veins, making him twitch.

"You are saying something, and no," was the firm answer. Trunks sighed, clenching his fists to keep them from shuddering. Maybe ten and a half cups of coffee wasn't so fun after all.

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"Let's get this over with," snorted Juunanagou as they neared Capsule Corp.

"Let's at least visit Marron," Jurokugou suggested quietly, turning slightly to meet his friend's eyes evenly. Juunanagou's eyes narrowed dangerously, but the red-haired android noticed the brief flicker of emotion in their azure depths.

"No. I'm not going to have anything to do with that brat," Juunanagou sneered, ignoring the fact that "the brat" was his niece.

For a moment Jurokugou was silently, stunned by his friend's words. Then, for the first time in their long-time friendship, he grew angry with the other android.

"You will not call Marron a brat, Juun!" he all but shouted, ignoring the nervous look that Dende was giving them both. The ebony-manned android paused in flight at the gentle giant's fierce tone, and Jurokugou followed suit. Even Dende stopped, floating in mid-air as he stared wide-eyed at the two arguing friends.

"I am not going to see that b- that girl!" Juunanagou sputtered, still not over the fact that Jurokugou was angry with HIM.

Jurokugou crossed his arms, a hard glint in his eyes. Another wave of anger washed over him, and he scowled, unused to the feeling.

"You are," he announced slowly, his tone quite cool, "going to see Marron. Your niece. Your only living relative. The brilliant woman whom you have not seen in twenty years. And that is final."

Juunanagou only stared at the furious android.

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"I hate squirrels ... Ow! I hate squirrels... Stop it! I'm going to kill all squirrels... Damn, not the ear again! I'm going to hurt Jurokugou... Shit! That was a vein, you stupid piece of-" Rayne bolted to her feet, knocking the squirrel from her wrist. As she tried to stop the bleeding, she glared at the blood-crazed beast.

"I'm going to kill you," she said softly, sincerely. The squirrel only laughed in his little chattering language, and leapt for her ankle once more. Rayne closed her eyes, waiting for the pain that accompanied the squirrel's teeth-

"Need any help?" questioned an amused voice as a hand reached down to catch the squirrel in mid-lunge. Rayne opened her eyes slightly, and grinned when she saw who had rescued her.

"General Goku!"

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"The fresh air will help you," Krillin told the younger man as they walked out into the street outside Capsule Corporation.

"Hopefully," grumbled Goten, still in a dark mood. The monk mentally sighed.

"It will," he said, forcing cheerfulness into his voice.

"If you say so," was the dark reply, and Krillin resisted the urge to hurt his best friend's second son.

Resisted forcefully.

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After locking the squirrel into the two androids' cabin, Goku turned to Rayne with a grin.

"I think you need a doctor," he commented, noticing her dirty appearance.

Several sticks poked out from her messy hair, and her face was dirt-stained. Blood tricked down her neck from her ear, and down her arm and hand, from her wrist and fingers. Her lower lip were still curled as she glared at the building that now caged the squirrel.

"No shit, Sherlock," she snarled, then remembered who she was talking to, and blushed. "Sorry, General..."

"Call me Goku," he told her with another goofy smile, and promptly grabbed her by the back of her shirt, lifting her off her feet. "Let's go find Dende!"

"Oh, let's," Rayne said sarcastically, and then they were gone.

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Jurokugou, Juunanagou, and Dende had resumed flying, and were now almost to Capsule Corporation. All three were silent, each feeling separate emotions: Jurokugou- anger at Juunanagou, Dende- wariness of the two explosive androids, and Juunanagou- too many emotions to name.

The three landed a block away from the building, preferring to walk into Capsule Corporation than fly in. They walked slowly, Dende slightly ahead. The tiny god turned the corner, and stopped, preventing the other two from going forward, but enabling them to peer around the corner to see what had caused his halt.

"Well," Dende ventured, spotting two familiar figures, one dangling from the other's grip, "at least Rayne got back all right."

"As if I care," snorted Juunanagou, and Jurokugou said nothing, a frown still creasing his face.

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"Look! It's Goku and Rayne!" Krillin announced, also spotting the two, but not the god or the two androids. Goten looked up, brightening slightly.

"Maybe Otou can help me with the Bra Problem," he mumbled, brushing a stray lock of hair away from his face as he began to trot towards the two.

"Otou!" he yelled, grinning as his father turned towards him with an identical smile.

Sighing, Krillin followed after the half Saiya-jinn.

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"Want to continue?" questioned Pan, but Bra shook her head.

"In a sec," the older girl said. "Let's get some water first." It was then Pan noticed her raging thirst.

"Definitely," she agreed, and the two walked back into the palace part of the fake Kami's Lookout.

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Juunanagou rolled his eyes as the man known as Goku was assaulted by his own son. The Saiya-jinn chuckled, the girl still dangling from his grip, as he held his free hand out to prevent Goten from colliding with him. Then the android recognized the other figure who hurried towards Goku, and his entire body went rigid, fury making him see red. Juunanagou had thought him dead, and happily so.

Oh well. Juunanagou would soon change that.

His legs moving on their own, the ebony-manned android was on the monk before either Dende or Jurokugou could react.

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"You!" Krillin heard a voice yell, and looked up just in time to see the fist that slammed into his nose, sending him flying. He hit the ground and rolled, springing upright and getting into an instinctive fighter's stance before he saw who had punched him. His eyes widened in shock before a look of equal fury filled his face, making his eyes as hard as stone.

"You!" he seethed towards the brother of his wife. How could the android have not aged? He looked the exact same as Krillin had seen him, with the same fury on his face. The monk recalled the obscenities they had screamed at each other. But Goku had broken up that fight. Well, he wouldn't this time. This time, they would finish it for themselves.

The two glared at each other, loathing visible in their blazing eyes, though their faces had become stone walls.

"You were supposed to protect Juhachigou," Juunanagou snarled. The monk curled his lip in denial.

"I was fighting the androids. You were the one who didn't protect her. Or Marron," he shot back. "You didn't do shit."

Oblivious of the shocked looks the watchers were giving them, the two raised their hands to form ki blasts.

"I'm going to kill you!" Krillin shouted, his eyes locked onto the android's hateful blue ones.

Juunanagou smirked, his hand glowing. "Not if I kill you first, monk."

With a cry, the two simultaneously pointed at their foe and fired off a ki blast that hit them both in chest at the same time.

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Meanwhile, far, far away, in world of long ago memories, a ship reappeared with a loud bang that echoed through its surroundings.

Slowly a door opened from the ship's side, and a man with eyes of purest sapphire peered out and around with only a single comment.

"Where the hell am I?"

(AN: Cliffhanger! Cliffhanger! *claps hands and laughs at the expressions on everyone's faces* I love torturing you! Can you tell? Once more, I apologize about Pan going SSJ for the first time. As I said before, I've never seen GT, so I didn't know. Let's just say she couldn't before in my little universe. I'll try to get the next chapter out as soon as possible. In it, I'll explain why neither Juunanagou nor Jurokugou have aged, and why Krillin and Juunanagou hate each other, and where the hell Mirai is. Personally, I actually know what's happening in my world. *looks smug* For once. Anyway, I hoped you enjoyed that. Please review! Reviews are lovely! By the way, did you know that if you have a hundred cups of coffee in four hours, you die from caffeine poisoning? I'm glad Gohan stopped Trunks! Well, ja! ~AC)