Disclaimer: Why am I bothering to even write this? Anyone who has read up to this chapter knows I don't own this.

The portal snapped shut behind Cryos as he flew into Washu's lab. The scene that greeted him was not pretty.

Kentra had been shot in the leg. Her thighbone was shattered. She was trying to hold her tears in, but they were running anyway.

Zon was trying to stop the blood from running out while Washu was franticly mixing beakers of different colored liquids together.

But the big bug but wasn't doing a very good job holding her wound shut, his last arm wasn't designed for fine work like that. It was too small and clumsy.

Cryos stepped in to help. It wasn't until after he touched the gaping wound on her leg that he realized there was still some of his own dried blood from the fight on his hands.

The second that Cryos's purple blood mixed with Kentra's greenish, she shrieked in pain!

Cryos jerked back in alarm as Washu ran up with a beaker full of an orange colored mixture. She splashed it on Kentra's leg and her screaming stopped abruptly. "Numbing agent." She explained.

"What happened?" She asked between gasp of air. "Why did it hurt like that?"

"I'm not sure." Washu told her. "Cryos, could you carry her over to the med-scanner?"

Cryos picked her up and set her on the table Washu pointed at. Washu pressed a button and beams of red light began crisscrossing Kentra's body. Cryos stood beside the table and held her hand. "It's alright," He told her, "Just sit back and relax."

"Cryos!" Washu called from the screen, "Come over here!" When Cryos got there she pulled his face down so she could talk in a lower voice. "How many times?"

"What?"

"How many times have I told you I'm not running an alien hospital here?! How many times have you brought injured things here expecting me to patch them up for you? I have other things I've got to do here you know!"

"Sorry, this was kind of an emergency." He tried to explain.

"It's ALWAYS an emergency."

"This is different."

"How?"

"Kentra and I are going to get married."

"Listen you can't just barge in here and-" Wahshu suddenly froze. "You and her?" She glared at him. "Ok, it's a special case this time. But what about that guy?!" She pointed at Zon who was inspecting a large machine with lots of blinking lights. "Don't touch that!" Washu yelled at him.

"That's Zon." Cryos told her. "We competed against each other in a fighting tournament, and I won. He needs some help too."

"You beat him up?" Cryos nodded. "And now you expect me to patch him up?"

"No, he'll heal on his own. He just needs some kind of supplement to stay alive. I told him you could make some."

"You-" Washu's last complaint was cut off by a beeping from the med-scanner. "We'll talk about this later. Tell me everything you know about this Kentra. I need something to base these scans off of."

So Cryos started to tell her what he knew about the Ba'Ranian girl, but Washu wasn't listening. She was instead staring at the screen of the med-scanner.

"What is it?"

"These readings. They're almost like she was never even shot."

"What? How?" Cryos shoved her out of the way to look at the screen. Then looked up at Kentra, who, with her incredible hearing, had listened to the whole conversation and was now gently touching her leg.

Cryos leapt over the monitor to Kentra's side. He reached out very gently and slowly to the blood covered, tattered leg of her flight suit. These flight suits were the same kind the X-Wing pilots from Kentra's universe wore. They were designed with tough fabric to defend against shrapnel, but it was useless against Boba Fett's high powered blaster bolt.

Only now, Kentra's leg was fine. Her pale, soft skin was completely unmarked and her thighbone was in one piece.

Cryos looked back at Washu and asked, "What happened?"

"I believe," Started Washu, never taking her eyes off the screen, "That when you touched Kentra's wound and got some of your blood in her, she absorbed some of your power. I'll have to conduct some test. In the meantime, you look beat. Go get some new clothes, a shower, and find the laser shears."

"Yeah," Cryos admitted. "I need a haircut."

"Well there's that, and I don't want Draco to get his grubby little hands on them again. Speaking of which, where is the little monster?"

Cryos sighed. "Looks like he got away again. And right after he ate a whole lot of sugar too…"

"We had sugar?!" Washu asked in a suddenly panicked voice.

"Yeah, a lot!"

Washu went over to a microphone on the control panel of the med-scanner and said, "Attention all lab defenses! We have an emergency situation! We are at Draco alert level five! That's right, FIVE! This is NOT a drill!"

A few seconds later, a small explosion rocked the lab. Cryos could hear lasers shooting, the sound made Kentra hang on to him tightly.

After a minute or so, the fighting stopped and a badly damaged robot came rolling to them. It was carrying a long flat piece of metal folded in half with a bulge in the middle.

The robot said in a monotone, metallic voice, "It was a difficult battle, but we won when the target stepped onto this piece of metal and we were able to fold it over him." He set the piece of folded metal, containing Draco, on the med-scan table.

Draco's muffled voice came out of the metal. "YOU CANNOT DEFEAT ME! BEHOLD! I AM THE ALMIGHTY FLATWORM! KING OF THE INVERTEBRATES!"

"Draco," Cryos said in his 'talking to lunatics' voice, "You're not a flatworm."

"Yes I am. I'm flat. See?"

Cryos sighed again. "I just hope that sugar works it's way out of his system soon."

After Draco was contained, Cryos took Washu's advice. In twenty-five minutes, he had taken a shower, got some new clothes from his locker, cleaned out Washu's refrigerator, and found the laser scissors in the locked cabinet where they had been kept ever since Draco had figured out how to use them.

He spent the most time picking out his clothes. In the end, he settled for an orange and blue outfit based off the one his grandfather Goku had always worn.

Cryos knew better than to let Washu cut his hair. Her last attempt was even worse than the impromptu one Zon had given him at the tournament. So he cut his own hair.

He left himself with about two inches, a little less in the back and sides, it was a ok haircut, nothing special, but better than the lopsided mess Zon had given him. That should keep me set for awhile. He thought before going off to check on Kentra.

When he got there, Kentra was on the scanner table again. She was wearing some new clothes taken out of Cryos's locker. They were slightly oversized, and the tail hole was stitched shut. His sister Zeethra's clothes would have fit Kentra better, but Zeethra had designed everything in her closet herself using Washu's computers and got mad when it was taken.

Washu called him over to the med-scanner's control panel. "Kentra can't talk right now." She told him. "This scan is delicate and she can't move."

"What happened to Draco?" Cryos asker a little nervously.

"He started singing '99 bottles of beer on the wall' so we locked him in the sound-proof vault.

So Cryos was forced to watch the image slowly take shape on the screen with no one, not even Draco, to talk to.

When the scan was finished, it showed a transparent picture of Kentra. She was glowing with a blue light shot through with streaks of bright purple.

"It's as I thought." Washu said. "Kentra, you should see this as well, come over here."

Kentra jumped off the table and ran over to Cryos. She climbed up his back, wrapped her arms around his neck to hang on and watched the screen over his shoulder. She was choking him a little, but he didn't say anything.

"This is a diagram of Kentra's life energy." Whshu said as she pointed to the screen. "And this is Cryos's from a few years ago when I did this scan on him." A new picture appeared on the screen. It was a transparent Cryos with a bright aura of purple light. The same purple as the streaks on Kentra's picture.

"As you can see, Cryos," Washu continued. "Kentra's body absorbed some of your energy when you got your blood on her. Not a lot, and only the energy. If she had integrated your cells into her cell structure we'd be seeing a far more dramatic effect. But the cells lived only for minutes before they were rejected and their energy was absorbed into her body. It looks like they lasted just long enough to heal the blaster bolt hole on her leg."

"Now Kentra," Said Washu as she turned to her patient, "you're still nowhere near as powerful as Cryos, but you're a lot stronger than you were before. You may even be strong enough to use some energy attacks. You'll defiantly need to get Cryos to show you how to control these powers. Otherwise, you could use them on reflex and hurt yourself or others."

Cryos and Kentra waited, they expected her to say something else. "GO!" Washu said suddenly. "You're fine! Get out of here! Enjoy yourselves!"

The pair gave a whoop of joy and flew off hand-in-hand.

"Ah, to be young again." Washu muttered. "Now where's my next patient? Computer, locate the other alien Cryos brought here."

The computer was silent for a moment as it searched, then it answered. "Scanners detecting one large insectoid approximately thirty feet north-west of your present location."

Washu followed the computer's directions and found Zon sitting in a dark corner behind a large machine. He was in some kind of healing trance. All the cracks in his shell were gone. His one blade arm was fully reformed, as was his missing pincher arm. His other blade arm was only half formed.

While Washu didn't really want to wake him up, she needed to check him over and run a scan for whatever kind of supplement he needed.

"Uh, hi." She said. Zon's eyes snapped open and focused on her. "My name's Washu, what's yours again?"

He waited a few seconds before answering. "I am Zon. I must apologize for hiding like this. I already don't trust scientist. And this place isn't helping me, it's disorienting. I suppose that's because we're in another Universe."

"It probably is." Washu told him. "Could you tell me why you don't trust me?"

Zon told her the same story as he had told Cryos. He had been created by a mad scientist, and had killed his creator because he didn't want to become a weapon in the madman's plot for galactic conquest. "So you see," He told her. "Why I don't trust you. Added to that is the fact that Cryos told me to not take anything from you unless he was there to guard against mishaps."

"Oh, come on." Washu wanted to see what made this guy tick. "Do I look like someone who would give you something bad?"

"Cryos told me about the attack-of-the-fifty-foot-Draco incident."

"That was an accident!" Said Washu defensively. "And besides, I fixed the problem in the end. Anyway, what could be the harm in a little scan?"

"I suppose I can allow that." Zon told her as he walked to the table.

Cryos and Kentra came back just as the scan was finishing up. When it was done, it took Washu less than a minute to make a dose of the supplement Zon needed.

But Cryos wouldn't let her test it on the big bug himself. They needed a guinea pig.

So they opened the vault where Draco was locked up. He was still singing. "Two bottles of beer on the wall, two bottles of beer…" But he seemed calmer now, less likely to go bouncing off the walls.

Cryos set him free from the folded piece of metal and gave him the dose of the Washu's supplement.

Draco made gagging noises and tumbled to the floor.

"Ok," Said Cryos. "It's good."

"That's good?!" Screamed the frightened Zon.

"Yeah, if it was bad, Draco would say it was good."

Draco sat up and squawked, "How'd you know?"

"Because you do the same thing every time, idiot."

"Oh, right…"

A very annoyed Washu was sitting at her lab station waiting for them to come back. When she saw them coming she said, "I trust you found the supplement passed the test? I don't understand why you don't trust me."

"Because the last time I didn't test your medicines, you made one that would calm Draco down. And he drank twenty doses grew fifty feet tall!"

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!!" Wailed Washu. "I'm not perfect! I got two vials mixed up! And you're not ever going to forgive me for that, are you?" Cryos started to answer, but Washu cut him off. "Here's your stupid medicine!" She dropped a bag of pills on the table and went storming off.

Zon opened the bag, took out a pill and ate it. "These certainly seem like the supplement I need."

"Well, stick with us for a while." Cryos said. "Just in case you start to mutate or something."

"Thank you. I think I will."

"Where are we going to go now?" Asked Kentra.

"Who knows. I don't pick where I'm going. I can only choose to go to places I've already been. If I want to go someplace new, it's random."

Cryos created a new portal as Kentra put on her spacesuit.

"Zon, Do you need a suit too?" Cryos asked the big bug.

"No." He answered. "My body stores oxygen. I can live for many hours on it so long as I can replenish it every so often."

Our three heroes went up to the portal and were about to step through, when a voice behind them screamed out.

"NOOOO! STOP!" It was Draco. "DON'T LEAVE ME!!"

When Draco got to them, Cryos told him, "Draco, you're annoying, stupid, a danger to yourself and others, and you have the attention span of a two-year old, but-" Cryos stopped suddenly. "You're not even listening to me now, are you?"

Draco was crawling under one of Washu's machines. He came out and proudly announced, "I found a penny!"

Cryos sighed. "Draco, I was going to say that I wouldn't intentionally leave you because you're my friend. But I'm changing that to: I wouldn't leave you because no universe could survive you running around unsupervised."

Draco held up his penny. "It's from 2001!"

"Draco," Cryos said in a strained voice.

"Yes?"

"GET IN THE PORTAL!"

"Okey-dokey." Draco flew happily into the wormhole.

Kentra shook her head. "I'm glad he's not my problem."

"If you marry me he's both our problems." Cryos reminded her.

She turned pale at the realization.

Zon spoke up suddenly. "Are we gong or not?"

"Yeah, lets go." They stepped through the portal together.