Chapter 1: Old friends reunite

It was early in the afternoon when a car pulled up and parked in the drive way outside of a rather nice house. No lights were on for the simple fact that no one had lived here for some time. On each side of the house were large apple trees, larger than the usual. The flower garden in the front of the house was being over run by weeds but this would prove to be a problem easily solved. The house itself was rather large, just a tad bit smaller then your usual mansion but the spaciousness of it would prove useful. Behind the car that had just pulled up were five moving vans each loaded with plenty of furniture and treasures from the persons past and gifts given to them before they left by those few true friends. When the person stepped out of their car, it was revealed that this person was a woman.
Her clothes clung to her body showing every curve and just how sleek it was. No mistake could be made when making that accusation that she was a fighter, even though not a single muscle bulged on her body. Her torso was exposed to the public or any passer by because of her low-cut black jeans and her black tank top. Washboard abs made it known that she was in shape and not to be reckoned with. Her skin was a fair tan, evenly spread over her body. Probably from years of working outside, and her hair cascaded down her back like a river of black silk; it stopped at the small of her back. Her ice blue eyes scanned the area before giving the signal to the movers to unload the vans.
After entering her house she turned on the lights and gave a long drawn out sigh. Finally she would be able to relax and not have to worry about being chased by a mob of people because of whom and what she was. Three hours went by and finally her furniture was unloaded. The movers were even kind enough to help her unpack and put things where she wanted them. After paying them a little extra money for their help she soon gave her signature on a paper that would now terminate her contract with them. She signed Siren Omega. Yes a very odd name, even she thought so but she still liked it. Her name was rare and unique; no other person had such a name. Siren then looked at her wrist-watch and sighed. "3:00.... I guess there is some time for me to see her and get some shopping done." With yet another sigh Siren grabbed her keys, locked up the house, got in her car and sped off.
It didn't take long for Siren to find Bulma's house, it wasn't really that hard to miss. After finding a parking area, Siren stepped out of her car and walked up to the front door and knocked. There wasn't an answer right away but soon a female's voice could be heard. "Hang on". Moments later the door opened to reveal a very shocked Bulma.