A/N: Hiya everyone! So so so sorry for not updating sooner. You know, with school, and procrastination, it's kinda hard to keep a fic up and running, but I have not given up on any of my ideas! Okay, part two. Thank you so much for reviewing. I love you all! Okay, Fan of COOLNESS made it clear to me that the last chapter was a bit confusing. There were two Chi-Chi's, and I know that was strange. The first one was the mother. She was the original priestess. Then she died, and her daughter, who was also called Chi-Chi, became the second priestess. I hope that clears it all up. I love you, Fan of COOLNESS! Well, on to the story.

Disclaimer: No matter how much I weep and cry, I will never own DBZ. BTW, I also don't own the ending song of Slayers Next! Though I have a calligraphy etching of the lyrics…

Scroll Two::Record One

Got that fin de siecle feeling/ And spend every day preparing/ So let's get you engine running/ And throw off all that rusty common sense!

"It's okay, love. Don't worry, in the end it will all turn out okay." Bulma brushed the tears away from her best friends' face. "Just remember. He's with the gods, now. Tezcatlipoca and all his kin will reward him for being such a loyal servant. Gyuu will be happy. He died a warrior's death, and that's more than anyone can hope for."

Chi-Chi sobbed into the rough pillow, shoulders shaking. She roared in pain and anger and pounded her tiny fists into the mattress. Bulma winced as the entire bed shuddered. Chi-Chi shook her head. "I don't get it," she sobbed. "I don't understand. I'm the Priestess. I should have seen it coming. I should have forbidden him from going." Chi-Chi bit her lip.

"I don't get it. It should have been me. I was always ready to go. He was all I had left." A trickle of blood ran down her lip. She lowered her head. "He was all I had left."

Something in what Bulma saw in Chi-Chi's eyes made her blanch. She grabbed her hands and clasped them in hers. "Don't say that," Bulma said worriedly. "You have so much! You're a Priestess. Vegita and I love you like a sister, no matter what he says. You're so pretty, and so strong." There was no reaction on Chi-Chi's face. Bulma narrowed her eyes, a dangerous light shining in them. "Listen, Maou, I am the wife of the Chief, and you are the Priestess. We have a duty to our people. You are not allowed to die."

Chi-Chi's eyes narrowed back at her. "He was my brother," she said savagely. Her shoulders suddenly sagged, and then straightened. "Our people…they're mine. Mine to protect." She smiled sadly. "I can't really protect them if I'm dead, can I?"

Bulma threw her head back and laughed. "Well, of course not, honey! And our people are, after all, your top priority." She softened slightly and lay a hand on Chi-Chi's back. "I know it hurts. Remember, you're not the only one that has lost somebody. But life is too wonderful for you to mourn forever. There's too much happiness in life. There are too many things to do, too many wars, too many projects, too many people to look after. And it's your job to look after them." Bulma stood up and turned to leave. "I'll talk to Vegita. He'll be a Priest for a few days, albeit a grumbling one." She smiled. "Heal."

With that, Bulma swept out of the room. Chi-Chi nodded to herself, brushing the hair from her face. "That's right. Heal."

* * * * * *

The days passed in a blur for Chi-Chi. She blocked away any pain from Gyuu's death, blocked out any anger, any hurt, and had just allowed her mind and body to recuperate. And in a few months, she woke up, and the first thing she thought about was not Gyuu. On that day, Chi-Chi realized that it was time to go back.

Chi-Chi exited her room for the first time in weeks. As she blinked against the sunlight, she heard Bulma and Vegita arguing over something in the dining quarters of the vast house. Chi-Chi made her way over to the screaming voices, wincing against the pounding her head was receiving from the yells. Bulma and Vegita spotted her at the same time. Simultaneously forgetting about the subject of their argument, they rushed to Chi-Chi and embraced her. At least Bulma rushed over and embraced her; Vegita walked over and nodded in greeting.

"Oh Chi-Chi, I can't believe it, you're finally better. I am so happy, are you ready to go back to being a Priestess, Vegita has been whining ever since I made him be a fill-in Priest, it has really been bugging me. Oh, I'm so happy you're better!"

Chi-Chi winced and sweatdropped, tuning out Bulma's babbles. "Yes, honey, I'm fine."

Vegita nodded again at her, shooting his wife an evil glare. He mumbled something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like "I don't whine," and then turned his full attention to Chi-Chi. "It is good to see you better, Priestess," he said. "I hope that you will return to your duties soon."

Chi-Chi nodded and bowed her head. "Of course, my Chief. I have fully healed, and am ready to return." She raised her head. "I think I have discovered something important, and I am anxious to test it."

Bulma shot Vegita an evil, sideways glance, then laughed and nodded. "Of course, Priestess. You may return now."

Chi-Chi smiled and turned, walking out of the large house. She sighed and breathed in the fresh air, letting the soft, warm breeze sweep her hair around her face. She saw a few tiny children stop and point at her, then wave happily. A few of the older children and adults stopped and bowed in her direction, then resumed their activities. She walked along the road, idly playing with her golden earrings. The large temple suddenly loomed above her, and she walked up the many steps and pushed open the large doors. A sole individual kneeled inside, head bowed and praying before the large statue of Tezcatlipoca. As the doors banged against the walls, the figure started and shot around. Chi-Chi grinned openly, and walked forward to greet him.

"Yamucha!"

Yamucha's mouth dropped slightly, then he grinned and ran forward. He halfway reached to hug her, then stopped himself and bowed. Chi-Chi frowned and hugged him herself. She laughed self-mockingly and squeezed him tighter.

"There is no way you are going to bow to your best friends niece like she's so much better than you," she laughed. Yamucha smiled and brought his hands around her, chastely hugging her. "It's good to see that you are well again." He laughed. "I mean, I was getting worried, after you completely went crazy and ate the damn tiger!"

Chi-Chi's eyes narrowed dangerously and she stared at him. "What do you mean I went crazy? As if I wasn't justified?!"

Yamucha laughed weakly and sweatdropped. "That's not what I meant!"

Chi-Chi shot him a sideways glance, then shrugged. "Oh well. I'm fine now. By the way, what were you praying for?"

Yamucha started, looking at her, a worried glance shooting across his eyes before it disappeared. A blush flashed across his cheeks and vanished quickly. He looked as if he was contemplating something important, then just as suddenly dismissed it. "Well," he started. "I was praying for a lot of things. Praying that Gyuu was happy with the Gods. Praying for that strange brother of mine. And of course, praying that our Priestess would heal and return to her duties."

Chi-Chi chose to ignore the first and last comment, for various reasons, and focused on the middle one. "Tell me why I've never met you're brother in person."

Yamucha frowned. "Well, of course you've heard of him, haven't you?"

Chi-Chi nodded. "Of course. He's a bit off, isn't he? A great fighter, but would never hurt anything or anyone. And his intelligence and memory are not at an adult level, though he's my age." At this Yamucha nodded, and then hesitated, as if he were deciding whether or not to tell her an important secret. He shook his head, and then began speaking.

"Of course. He refused to kill or sacrifice anything unless it was clearly endangering his life. But I don't understand why that would be so strange." Yamucha pounded his fist into his open palm. "My brother is an excellent warrior. He's sparred against me, and even though he's four years younger, he beat me every single time. And what does a warrior need with a full set of brains? He may be a bit softhearted, but I don't understand why that would be so strange. So he will never be a cold-blooded killer. Isn't that what our tribe is struggling to not become?"

Chi-Chi leaned forward. "Yes, a bit of soft-heartedness in itself is not wrong, but from what I've heard, you're brother completely refused to sacrifice any type of animal to the Gods. Until your brother becomes a bit tougher, most of our tribe will shun him. What happens if we go to war? Will your brother balk from killing an enemy?"

At this, Yamucha leaned forward and grasped her hands. He bowed his head. "Chi-Chi, I can prove to you that while my brother may not agree with all types of sacrifices, he will defend himself and others from anyone that tries to hurt them. Which is why I want to ask you to review his case. I can sacrifice enough for the both of us. What matters is that he's a warrior."

Chi-Chi frowned. "Is that the only reason you wanted to speak to me?" Yamucha bit his lip, struggling to fight against the blush that had crept across his cheeks. He nodded. Chi-Chi suddenly brightened. "Of course I'll review his case." Her eyes flashed. "If he can beat me in a fight, then I will petition the Chief to make him an official warrior. How about that?"

Yamucha gasped. "My brother can't fight you!" he half-yelled. Chi-Chi's eyes narrowed. "Listen, I would like nothing more than to just determine myself that he could be a warrior. However, the only way our people will ever respect him is for him to defeat another in a battle. Someone of high station. And the only one in this tribe that has ever defeated me in battle is the Chief himself. So this is the only way."

Yamucha squeezed his eyes shut and nodded. "Of course. You are the wisest."

Chi-Chi smiled softly, this time a genuine grin. "I will battle the day after tomorrow. Tell your brother to get ready." She grabbed Yamucha's hand and squeezed it. "For now, I'm a Priestess, and I must pray."

Yamucha nodded and bowed, backing out of the temple. Right before he exited, he met her eyes and grinned. "Thank you Chi-Chi."

* * * * * *

Maybe you have started to unravel a bit of this story, and maybe not. But let me tell you, Chi-Chi is about to unravel a bit of her own story, and when she does, it will be the catalyst for the events that are about to come.

* * * * * *

Chi-Chi bowed before the massive statue of Tezcatlipoca and closed her eyes. She whispered a short thanksgiving and snapped her eyes open. She gathered various herbs together and dropped them in a basin, adding water and stirring them until it was a soft blue in color. She muttered a soft incantation and bowed her head over it, staring intently into the basin.

Chi-Chi had only done this twice before. Once had been to shortly after her mother had died, to retrieve some of her knowledge. The other had been a secret; it was forbidden to use the urn for anything other than whatever would enhance the knowledge and wisdom of the Priestess.

In other words, she had used the basin in order to see her family.

The intricate mixture of herbs could alter its shape to form some semblance of a person. It was Ancient magic, and Ancient magic could only be used by one of the Ancient ones, one of the First People.

The First People were otherwise known as Priests and Priestesses. Every Priest and Priestess was descended from one of three lineage's. Chi-Chi was the descendent of the most important and prominent of those lineage's. The other two lineage's had been dormant for centuries, and were pretty much forgotten and ignored.

So a select few of the Maou family had the ability to be a Priest or Priestess.

Chi-Chi gazed into the golden basin and let her eyes drift over the entirety of its contents. Slowly, forms and shapes started to materialize.

The basin showed the memories of a previous Priest or Priestess.

Chi-Chi felt herself drift off, her mind suddenly filling with the memories of her mother.

"Hi. My name's Chi-Chi."

"I'm Gyuu Maou."

"Gyuu? I'm gonna have a baby."

"I love you too."

"What do you mean you're gonna go to war?!"

"Oh no. Momma? Daddy? Gyuu? Gyuu!"

"They're all gone. They're all dead. But I named my little brother after my husband. And he wanted my baby to be named after me."

"You're daughter Chi-Chi will be a Priestess one day. When you're gone."

"Life's a prison when you're in love alone. You won't be in your bonds much longer."

"Don't worry. I feel the answer, whatever it is, will arrive soon. The gods will grant you your answer."

"Hi Mama. I'm gonna go and play."

"You went too far, Priestess. You walked where you should not have. "Only one is allowed to see the events that will take place, and it was not you. There is only one way to escape what will happen and that is to die peacefully. Can you see who the god's picked?"

"My daughter. My little Chi-Chi."

Chi-Chi jerked out of the reverie. She struggled to stay impartial. She tried not to just bury her head in her hands and scream. Screaming and crying were weak, and a Priestess was not allowed to be weak. She took a deep breath and let her mind wander to what she had seen in the jar. The only memories that she had witnesses were small ones, small memories that her mother had treasured, but that had no extreme significance.

Except for the final memory that she had seen. That memory was strange. She couldn't figure out what was being talked about, but she knew that she had something to do with it. Chi-Chi closed her eyes.

You went too far, Priestess. You walked where you should not have. "Only one is allowed to see the events that will take place, and it was not you. There is only one way to escape what will happen and that is to die peacefully. Can you see who the god's picked?"

"My daughter. My little Chi-Chi."

Chi-Chi's eyes opened again, and she reviewed. That memory seemed so much different than the rest, so much more important.

There was a proverb that was repeated over and over again to children. Don't walk where you should not. You will most likely find something extremely unpleasant there. It was used mostly to keep children out of the private affairs of their parents, but it had been said to her mother. "Only one is allowed to see the events that will take place, and it was not you. Her mother had glimpsed something that she should not have, and it had cost her her life. Chi-Chi bit back a sob. "Can you see who the god's picked?"

"Me," Chi-Chi whispered. "The god's picked me for something." Her eyebrows furrowed. "There is a prophecy. I'm supposed to see the events that will take place." She growled and pounded the floor with her fist. She grimaced contemptuously. "Will someone please tell me what I am supposed to prophecy? Because I honestly have no idea."

There was a small gust of wind, and the chart hung on the wall fell off of its hooks and slowly drifted to the ground. Chi-Chi sighed and walked to the star chart. She sat down, thoroughly bored. In exasperation, she crossed her eyes and stared at the chart. All of a sudden, a soft gasp escaped her lips.

With her eyes crossed, it was easier to see the telltale pattern of stars in the exact middle of the chart. Five small orbs of stars that formed one larger circle.

Her mind was in complete turmoil. One of the jobs of a Priestess was to read the stars and foretell of the events that are to come. Chi-Chi knew that when certain stars were aligned, it meant that something important was about to happen. The orbs of stars were all part of clusters, and each had a name. The first cluster was called ocelotl1, meaning tiger. The second cluster was ecatl, meaning wind. The third was quiyahuitl, which meant rain, and the fourth was atl, which meant water. The fifth was different in and of itself. It was the last cluster, and it shone more brightly than any other one. It was called ollin, meaning movement. However, there was a different translation that could be used. The word ollin, when used in the Ancient Language, meant 'until the end of forever.' A strange word, a strange star cluster, a strange tapestry. But it all made sense.

There was an ancient prophecy, passed down to the Royal Family, and their Priests'. A prophecy that told of a boy and girl who would unknowingly bring about the destruction of four worlds, and only when the fifth world came to pass would they be able to save it. Chi-Chi honestly had no idea who the boy and girl were, but there was a reason that she was called one of the First People. The First People belonged to the first world.

She suddenly gasped, the gravity of the situation suddenly dawning on her. This world was going to end. Her beautiful world, so full of animals and vegetation, was going to die. Chi-Chi grit her teeth. But when? When was the world going to end?

Chi-Chi buried her head in her hands and took a deep breath. Suddenly, a soft breeze stirred around her, rustling her loose hair. She looked up in surprise, and her eyes met with those of the statue of Tezcatlipoca. His eyes, always so wise and caring, now had a different look in them. There was a look of urgency, of desperation almost. She could have sworn she saw his face nod slightly at the tapestry. Shaking with something almost like reverence, she turned back at the tapestry, her years of studying the stars coming back to her. She straightened out the ruffles in the tapestry and furrowed her brow. Chi-Chi stared intently at the chart, struggling desperately to remember all of the lessons that had been taught to her about translating the stars. Hours later, she shot up, soaked with sweat.

She finally understood every mystery that those five clusters of stars held.

Her world only had six years left. Six years, and the world would be reborn, and a new one would take its place.

Chi-Chi scrambled to her feet and ran toward the large temple doors. She had to tell Bulma and Vegita! She had to warn them, to try and stop it. She slammed into the doors and braced herself against them, pushing as hard as she could. The doors of the temple shot open and she ran down the hundreds of steps. Halfway down, she tripped and began falling. Her quick mind thought of thousands of curses, thought of the pain that she would feel when her face collided with the stone. She fell…

…only to be caught by a pair of warm, strong arms.

Chi-Chi righted herself and stared up at the face of the man who had caught her. For a second, her mind was convinced that it was Yamucha. The facial structure was exactly the same. But no, this man's eyes were warmer, his face not as tense, and there was almost a glow that emanated from him.

Chi-Chi bit back a gasp as she stared at him. For a second, all thoughts of the end of the world completely vanished. Gods, she thought. He's beautiful. And then her mind righted itself, and she pushed herself away from him.

"Thank you," she said, bowing. "But I have to go." She started back down the stairs, but the man caught her by the arm.

"Priestess," he said hesitantly. "My name is Son Goku2. My brother sent me here to…"

Chi-Chi frowned. This was Yamucha's brother, Goku? He looked strong, but the kind light in his eyes was strange for a warrior. She cut in.

"Goku, I told your brother Yamucha that I would fight you the day after tomorrow. That fight will determine whether or not you become a full warrior. However, right now I have extremely important business to take care of. I have to see the Chief,"

Goku interrupted. "Priestess, that's exactly what I needed to tell you! Somebody opened the door to the outside of the city. The Chief says that the tigers could have gotten in, and his wife is missing!"

Chi-Chi's eyes widened and she tuned out the rest of what Goku was saying. Bulma… Bulma was missing? No no, Bulma was probably just wandering the city, she had probably gotten interested in some of the little trinkets that the people sold. Bulma was invincible, she wasn't missing! The tigers couldn't have gotten in, they only wandered around at night! Everybody knew that the tigers were nocturnal.

Chi-Chi grabbed Goku's arm and started running down the stairs. She didn't care if she tripped and fell, the only important thing was making sure that Bulma was okay.

"Goku!" she half-screamed. "Tell me everything that you know about what happened to Bulma."

Goku's wide eyes shot upward in concentration. He was having a relatively easy time keeping up with the Priestess' fast pace, but running and thinking was a bit hard. "The Chief called my brother and organized a search for his wife. Yamucha told me to look for you, so that you could help. Chief Vegita was really mad, he was swearing a lot. He said that Bulma had wandered off an hour ago, and a few minutes after, he had a terrible pain in his stomach and head. He got afraid, so he started looking for Bulma, and then he saw that the doors to the city were wide open, and that one of the tigers was really close to the door. Vegita killed the tiger and closed the door, but we was real worried that some more tigers had gotten in."

Chi-Chi stopped suddenly and held her hands up to her pounding head. It was said that when a Chief and his wife really loved each other, they became connected mentally and spiritually. When either the Chief or his wife died, the other experienced sharp pains all over their body, and they gradually weakened until he or she died. Despite their many arguments, it was easy to see that Bulma and Vegita loved each other with all their hearts. She took a deep breath, still refusing to believe that Bulma could be de------- no! She wasn't going to say that word. Bulma would never die!

Chi-Chi and Goku continued running in silence, each lost in their own turbulent thoughts. All of a sudden, they saw a large crowd. Up until now, the streets had been empty. Now, it seemed as if every warrior in the city was in a circle.

Chi-Chi broke out in a cold sweat. She stopped running, and slowly walked to the crowd. Her mouth was slightly opened, her pupils were dilated, and here eyes unnaturally wide. She walked through the crowd, not noticing when they all separated for her. In the middle of the group, there were two small figures. One had dark, unruly hair. The other was pale and delicate, and her aqua hair stood out against her white skin. Chi-Chi stood there, her mind refusing to acknowledge what her eyes were seeing. And then, all the pain and horror that she had bottled up for months let itself loose. She let out a single cry of rage, and then her body crumpled and she collapsed onto the floor.

* * * * * *

In the middle of the ring of people, Vegita sat cradling the bleeding body of his wife. Her hair was matted with blood. The red contrasted cruelly with her paleness.

Vegita had arrived just when the tiger had been leaping at Bulma. He had heard her screams of pain and horror and anger. Vegita could barely remember leaping at the animal. He could hardly remember ripping its limbs out one my one, and eating its heart. Those memories hovered at the back of his head, but they weren't important.

A single tear fell from his eyes, making its slow course down his cheekbone, until it fell from his chin and splattered against Bulma's face. He almost smiled. It was strange; Bulma's last screams had not been of fear. They had been of rage. It was fitting that the wife of the Chief had not been afraid of her death.

More tears coursed down his face, faster and faster. He buried his face in her hair. Oh god, he had loved her. He had given everything for her. His beautiful, kind wife. She had tried so hard to make him happy. He had never told Bulma that he loved her. She knew of course, but he had never told her. A billion regrets in the space of a few seconds.

He was crying. Vegita had never cried in his entire lifetime. Not when his entire family had been killed by giants and tigers. Not when his guardian had given his life to save Vegita's own. He had never shed a single tear. But now, as his wife lay, her body cruelly torn by the tiger's teeth and claws, he poured out every pain that he had ever felt.

Tears fell unabated from his eyes, landing on Bulma's pale face, streaked with her blood. Oh god, he had loved her. Every movement that she made had completely entranced him. He would never see her again. He would never feel her hand caressing his cheek, never see her cheeks flush with anger, never hear her screams as she argued with him. She was gone gone gone, and there was nothing he would ever be able to do to bring her back.

* * * * * *

Goku stood, stunned by the sight before him. He was cradling Chi-Chi in his arms. She had passed a few minutes ago, and he had caught her as she fell.

He couldn't believe it. His best friend was dead.

Goku had known Bulma ever since they were little kids. He had been her playmate, despite the differences in their social stature. In fact, it had been Bulma who had unwittingly revealed Goku's hatred of sacrifices.

He had never held a grudge against her for that. As far as Goku was concerned, sacrificing was wrong and he would always say so, no matter if people didn't like him because of it.

He had always been her big brother, though she was older. Goku had been there during her lessons about the gods and the world around them. He had been there when they saw their first animal sacrifice, and had comforted her when she burst into tears, even though his own lip was trembling. Goku had been there when, at the age of twelve, she had first met Vegita. She had hidden behind him when Vegita had first sneered at her, and he had given her the time she needed to gather her courage and shout back at him.

Goku had born the brunt of several of Vegita's verbal assaults, because the young soon-to-be chief had been jealous of Bulma's and Goku's relationship. It had been several months before Vegita had realized that Goku and Bulma were just brother and sister. After that, the two had almost teamed up to protect that which was most important to them: Bulma.

Goku had loved Bulma as a sister. He had protected her for most of his life, before he began to be shunned because of his lack of killing spirit.

And now, his little sister was dead, her torn body lying in the street, being held by the man that loved her most.

And neither of them had done anything to protect her.

He choked back the tears, which were threatening to cascade down his face, and instead focused on the girl lying in his arms.

Goku had seen Chi-Chi a few times before, when she had first visited Bulma. She had just been made Priestess, and the Chief's wife and her Priestess were quickly becoming close friends. Goku had immediately felt a strong feeling burrowing its way through his body. The moment that he had seen her, he had wanted nothing more than to just say hi. He was only around twelve, so he couldn't place the feelings that were coursing through him, but he had known only one thing: that he would protect her even closer than Bulma.

And now the Priestess, a fully grown woman, was lying in his arms, unconscious.

The sight of her still face was more than he could bear. He lowered his head and sobbed, not bothering to hide the tears that were now freely flowing. Bulma. She was his best friend. She was his family. He had loved her just as much as he did Yamucha, and now she was dead. She was deaddeaddeaddeaddeaddead. He hadn't been strong enough to stop it, he hadn't been fast enough. If only he had been faster, if only he had reached Chi-Chi faster, if only he had gotten back faster, he could have saved her.

There was a soft sob, and Goku raised his head. Vegita. The strong chief had never shed a single tear in his entire life, and now he was sobbing brokenly, pouring out all of his pain. Vegita stumbled to his feet, cradling the body of his wife. He walked toward his large house, and the crowd parted for him. Everyone was quietly crying for the queen that had been kinder than anyone in the city. And they were all crying for the Chief. They all knew that they would never be able to understand his pain.

Goku stepped to the side, allowing his longtime friend and her husband to pass. As Vegita passed him, he glanced over, and a spark of recognition lit in his eyes. He stopped and stared at him.

"Well, brother," he said, his voice flat. "I guess we weren't enough to save her." He stopped and looked down at the Priestess, and something almost akin to a smile flit across his face. He looked back up at Goku and nodded.

With that, he continued to walk toward his home.

Goku thought about stopping him. It was obvious what the Chief was about to do. Vegita had loved Bulma with all his heart, and the prospect of living without her was too much even for him to bear. Naive though he was, he knew that Vegita was going to end his life. He started to go after him, but then stopped. It would be cruel to force the Chief to live when he had nothing to live for. It would be cruel to continue his suffering.

Goku let Vegita go.

A/N: So! I hoped that you liked it. I read it over and I personally think that it's pretty confusing. Let's see if we can clear this up. Chi-Chi knows that something is different about her, and that she's part of a prophecy. The First People are otherwise known as Priests and Priestesses. Chi-Chi looked into a magical basin that gave her a glimpse into some of her mother's memories, and she discovered that her mother had been killed because she went into the gods' secrets. She figured out that the world was gonna end, and tried to warn Bulma and Vegita, but Bulma had been killed by tigers, and Vegita is about to commit suicide. Yes, I'm sooooo sorry for offing Bulma and Vegita, but its necessary. I said there was going to be some level of angst! I promise, though, that in parts two, three, and four, Bulma and Vegita will live happily ever after! So I introduced Goku. Yaah! Well, R/R

The words ocelotl, atl, quiyahuitl, ecatl, and ollin all come from the Nahua legend of the four worlds. You have no idea how much research I did to understand it all, there are hundreds of variations of this legend. Those words are all the names of the five worlds. Yes, I chose to call Goku "Son Goku," the Japanese version of his name. I just can't stand calling him Goku Son. Son Goku sounds a whole lot better.