"I wonder if this is on the news…" Krillin muttered, turning on the TV and flipping to the local news channel.

A sketch of Vegeta was being shown, "-picture of the perpetrator. After assaulting a group of young boys and seriously injuring two of them, he went to a nearby supermarket, stole a vast amount of food and then assaulted the staff and security guards there. He then detonated a bomb, bringing down the roof of the building and killing five innocent citizens and hospitalizing many more. He was seen at a park later that day where onlookers claimed he threatened a small boy and a teenage. Now, the police have tracked him to a home in the rural area of town." The picture changed to badly filmed shot of the house where they were located, showing Vegeta to be on the porch, taunting and insulting the police force.

"Currently, the situation is unstable. The murderer is standing out on the porch of the house, yelling at the police while the police are trying to devise a way of luring the criminal out without endangering the lives of the hostages inside."

"Hostages? What hostages?" Goku asked.

"They think we're hostages?" Krillin turned to give me a look.

"Yeah, our media tends to over exaggerate everything, especially this channel. It's really killing for ratings right now," I explained.

Zar stumbled out of his room, rubbing his sleep-blurred eyes. "What's happening?" he grumbled.

"The cops have surrounded our house and are demanding that Vegeta surrender and he, Vegeta being Vegeta, won't."

"Oh that's nice…" Zar yawned into his hand and then paused mid-yawn, looking at me over his hand, "Wait… this is bad, right?"

"Very."

"You want me to wake everyone up for some sorta emergency meeting thing?"

"That'd be helpful."

"Okay. I'll be back in a few…" Zar turned around and went back to his room to wake Mike and the chibis. I sighed and turned back to look at the television.

A news reporter sat behind her desk, looking very pleased while a little title reading 'Live' flashed in the upper right corner of the screen, "We have just received some calls from locals with information on this horrible event. Hello, what is your name?"

"My name's Leez!" the voice crackled a little as telephone calls tended to sound when on the television.

"Welcome Leez. Now, tell us what you have to say."

"I know who that guy is!"

The reporter's eyes lit up. "Do tell!"

"He's Vegeta! And he's the Prince of all Saiyans! And his son, Trunks, is one sexy beast!"

"Umm…" the reporter looked a little pale, "Thanks. Good-bye. Next caller!"

"Hi, my name's Schizo!"

"Why am I getting all the calls from the weirdos?" the reporter muttered to herself.

"What did you say?"

"Never mind. What's your story?"

"That's Vegeta and damn oh damn! He looks better in real life then in the anime!"

"Anime?" the reporter's brow furrowed.

"You know! Japanimation! Like Speed Racer, Digimon, and Pokémon! Vegeta's from the anime Dragonball Z and-"

"Right. Well, thank you and good-bye." The reported rubbed her temples. "That's all the calls we are going to be taking right now. Over to you, John."

Vegeta stood on the porch, balefully glaring at the police spread out before him. "C'mon, mister! We don't want to have to hurt you!" a cop yelled at the angered Saiyan Prince.

"You couldn't hurt me if you tried, pork chops!" Vegeta sneered and thumb his nose at the slightly plump uniformed law enforcer.

"Why, you short little bastard! I'll beat your ass into the ground!" the cop snarled as one of his companions tried to calm him down.

"My, my, my. The beast can talk. Here piggie, piggie, piggie! Want a donut?" Vegeta smirked.

"Just you wait till we have you in custody, prick. You're not gonna last long." The cop growled, cracking his knuckles.

A few passer-bys stood outside the ring of police. The neighborhood in which they were located had a high traffic rate, even in the early hours of the morning. One of the teenagers stood with her finger tapping her chin as she watched with brilliant blue eyes the man standing on the porch before her. Her silver hair tumbled off her shoulders and over the black cape she wore. "I know him… I know I do… but from where?" she murmured to herself, her brows furrowed in thought.

"What's wrong Misaki?" a guy standing next to her asked. He wore a black jacket, white t-shirt and a slightly faded pair of blue jeans.

"Does that hott guy look familiar to you, S3?" the girl, Misaki, asked.

"Hmmm… now that you mention it, ya, he does."

"But who is he?"

"I know his name, but I can't put my name on it…" S3 scratched his head.

Suddenly, the man yelled out, "Final Flash!" and a beam of energy shot out and vaporized a few of the cops present and exploded a nearby patrol car.

"Oh my god! It's Vegeta!" the girl Misaki screamed.

"You're right!" S3 exclaimed.

"He's even sexier in reality!"

"Hey, we gotta get out of here! If that's Vegeta, this place is gonna become a war zone in the next few minutes!" S3 grabbed his companion's arm and dragged her away.

"But it's Vegeta! Noooooooo!"

"Where did S'rac, J'dee and that Vicky kid go?" I asked Zar as the demi-Saiyans and others made themselves comfortable in the living room.

"When you, Rogue, and Bana were missing, Mike used your car and took them to their homes and J'dee to her hotel."

"Ah, okay," I turned to the small group and called for attention, "All right people. Here's our situation: Vegeta is wanted by the cops, we're out of food and money and I've found a dragonball." I held up the green orb.

"That's a funny colored dragonball," Krillin said, taking it from me and looking at it closely.

"There are dragonballs on our planet?" Mike asked, snatching the dragonball from Krillin, "Wow, I never thought I'd get to see one of these…"

"We can wish for more food then!" Goku grinned.

"Kakarot, you baka. That's a waste of a wish," I growled.

"But I'm so hungry…" the Saiyan put a hand on his stomach.

"Live with it. Life is pain."

"We should put the wish to a better purpose. Like sending them all home," Mike said.

"Wow, Mike. I would have never thought of that!" I exclaimed sarcastically.

"Yeah, I know. I'm just too smart for you."

"We're gonna have to go home?" Chibi Trunks looked sad.

"I bet your mom's really worried," Zar said, "I know if I went missing for a few days, my mom would flip out and call the cops, State Troopers and everyone else."

"But I've been having fun here!" Goten whined.

"Your mom's got a lot of food at your house and we have none here," Bana told the boy.

"I want to go home!"

"That's what I thought." Bana grinned.

"All right. Kakarot, go get Vegeta," I ordered.

"Can't we just leave him here?" Krillin asked but cowered down when Bana, Rogue and I shot a death glare at him, "Never mind…"

Goku nodded and walked out of the living room and opened the front door. He poked his head out. "Hey Vegeta, wrap it up out here. Hurry up and come inside."

"Why should I listen to you Kakarot?" Vegeta growled, turning to glare at the other Saiyan.

"Well, if you want to go home, you should come inside. But, we can leave you here if you want to stay," Goku shrugged, "Although I think Bulma would be pretty mad and probably chase you here to this dimension and then thrash you good."

"How should I 'wrap this up'?"

"Well, they think we're your hostages so tell them to give you an hour to prepare for your surrender or you'll kill your hostages."

"I will not surrender to this scum!" Vegeta snarled.

"Don't worry, Vegeta old buddy. You won't have to actually surrender. Just say you are."

"Don't ever call me 'buddy' again, Kakarot."

"Okay, buddy." Goku grinned as he closed the door. He headed back to the living room. "Vegeta will be here in a moment," he told the group.

"Okay. I guess we should grab some stuff we might need." I grabbed a backpack that was lying around and dumped the stuff out of it. In the front pocket, I put the dragonball and the dragonball radar. "You people," I said to the characters from the Dragonball Z Universe, "might want to grab anything you want to bring because I don't think you're going to be back here. Ever."

Goten and Trunks went off to get a few things as Vegeta entered the room. I told him the same thing and so he went back to his room. I gave the backpack to Mike and sent him off to the kitchen to try to find anything that might be left over that we could take with us.

I turned to Bana and Rogue. "You two leaving?"

Bana sighed. "As much as I'd like to come with you and see the Eternal Dragon of our Earth, I think I've been gone from my home long enough and my mom's probably going to kill me when I do get back."

I looked at Rogue. "Same thing goes for me pretty much though I'd really love to come along and kick Krillin around a bit more." She grinned and laughed.

"I'll be thinking of you guys," I promised.

"What if there is more then one wish?" Bana asked.

"Like hell I'll wish for anything for you two!" I laughed, sticking my tongue out at them.

"Bitch!" Rogue jokingly said and laughed with Bana and I.

After a few minutes, everyone had returned. Goten had one of Zar's backpacks with his and Trunks' stuff inside, I presumed, and Vegeta had changed back into his spandex body suit with armor. The backpack Mike held looked a little full, so I surmised he had found a few edibles and held them in the bag.

"All right people! Follow me!" I lead everyone to the window at the end of the hall where we climbed out and onto the roof. I waited to be the last one up and stood by the window to say good-bye to Bana and Rogue.

"See you soon?" I asked Bana, giving her a hug.

"Yup, as soon as you get back!" she smiled.

I turned to my other friend. "Hey Rogue. You think you can set something up to make it not so odd that we all just vanish off the roof without a trace?"

"Why are you going up on the roof anyway?" she asked.

"I dunno. I like the roof."

"Right… well, just leave it to old Rogue. I've already got something in mind," she grinned and gave me the look that said she was plotting something.

I had a bad feeling about it, but I trusted my friend. "All right. Well, bye!" I swung out the window and clambered up onto the roof.

Rogue turned and strode back down the hall, through the living room and then into the kitchen. Bana trailed after her, interested in what distraction Rogue was going to come up with. Rogue opened up the cabinet under the kitchen sink and began pulling out spray cans. "Hmm… Foam cleaner…" she read the back panel, "Nope. Carpet cleaner?" Once again she read the back panel, "Wrong again. Aha! Dusting spray!" she grinned as she read the back panel. "Bingo!" She shook it up and pulled open a kitchen drawer and grabbed a lighter out of it.

"Rogue, what're you doing?" Bana asked, following her friend as she walked back into a bedroom.

"Oh, I'm just gonna set the house on fire."

"What? Dude, this isn't your house!" Bana stopped in the bedroom doorframe.

"Yeah."

"She's gonna kill you!"

"I'm moving in two days." Rogue grinned as she set the bed and dresser on fire.

Bana backed out of the room, followed closely by Rogue who then hurried to the living room and began catching the sofa and coffee table on fire. "Man, this is so not cool!"

"Bana," Rogue turned to her friend, smiling. The fire behind her gave her an eerie backdrop and the shadows played across her face creepily, "This will be good cover up for them, if they wait till the flames block them from view. I also have the feeling that she's not coming back and she's going to go with the DBZ guys. I know I would."

"Then why didn't you go with her now?"

"Because I've got a few things to wrap up here on Earth and in a year, or however long the dragonballs take to reactivate, I'll wish myself there. I found some schematics on a dragonball radar lying around Zar's room. Trunks dropped them," she waved the paper in front of Bana's face.

"Really? Awesome! Take me with you when you go on your hunt!"

"Okay, but let's get out of here," Rogue looked back at the blaze creeping slowly down the hallway and the living room that was being consumed by rich, red flames. "I don't think this is the safest place to be now."

Bana nodded and the two took off running out of the house. They ran through the front yard and into the police officers waiting there. "Officer!" Bana gasped, "He has all the others on the roof! We just barely managed to escape!"

"That demon set the house on fire!" Rogue sobbed, winking at Bana at an angle the police could not see.

"Oh my god! They're going to be roasted alive up there!" a cop stared in horror up at the roof.

Bana turned to answer a question that another police officer had asked her and then stopped. She stared in a look of dismay at a couple in the crowd and slowly shifted back to look to Rogue. "Rogue," Bana pointed to the couple, "those are Bouke's parents."

"Oh fuck…" Rogue paled, "I forgot about them…"

"Yeah… they own the house too…"

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Eh heh heh… um, yeah. If anyone is related to cops or is a cop or supports cops or anything and is insulted by the insults Vegeta used, sorry but he is Vegeta after all. ^_^;; Heh heh…

Sorry if any of you reviewers whom I inserted are disappointed with the amount of "screen time" you got. I told you the parts were gonna be short…

Anyway, I tried to incorporate some more detail into this chap. I think I did a little better.

w00t! 800 reivews!! I love you all! Thanks a whole lot!! ^_^