A/n: Hello boys and Girls, welcome to possibly my longest chapter ever, and one that is a bit of a bonus for you all, one that you probably didn't really want. Really it's quite singular in it;s subject matter something you should be proud of me for.

Here is the chapter that I think I promised that explains the origins of Geneth and Issac, my most bizarre plot twist ever!

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Disclaimer:

scene opens on Sarah Stromsburg

Sarah: Ahem. Thank you. Myself, being the first completely original and Human character that Min has decided to bring to life, Me and the others have decided that it only be appropriate that I do at least on disclaimer.

Caleb: from back ground Only because you threatened us with dismemberment!

Sarah: Right, as I was saying Min Does not own Dragon Ball Z, Dragon Ball, or any of the characters affiliated with said franchise. She likes to think she owns her demons and myself, but in reality she can only keep track of poor Caleb over there and Geneth and Issac. And Issaliat, and Genta... though those are just more names for the same thing. Now, before this story becomes and original piece of fiction with obscure dragon ball Z references, I will proceed to give you the next chapter and beat min into something that resembles sense

Min: I never gave you permission to do that!!!

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Chapter 19: Fallen

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He had fallen, luckily among some non-deadly bushes and trees, in a fairly hilly region, and had only rolled a little ways, making only a small crater, only hurting himself slightly.

Thank goodness for small miracles. Geneth thought to herself as she dug through the bushes for the fallen Issac. Twigs scraped at her skin, but she barely noticed. One of the side effects of being a fighter, she supposed. She found Issac, his leg caught between a rock and a tree, his back and head resting against a second birch. He was also out cold, weather it was from exhaustion or actual physical harm, it was hard to say, but judging by that sculpted chest it was probably exhaustion. She took one second look, admiring the clean lines of his body before hauling him out of the bushes with a sigh. It was a pity that this time around would be their last. It was something she was determined to make true. As she walked she began to remember...

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It was a fine day on Kismet , the pale green of the sky showing through the gaps in the enormous sky scrapers that lined the upper city walking streets. The people of the lower streets took to walking down the centers in the fine strips of sunlight that filtered through the many hi-ways that criss crossed the sky. Walking along, the Kisten's, slim, golden furred people, chatted with each other, commenting on weather and clothes, and the impending war. Another huge topic of discussion was the Tan-sen Hiring fair, for the massive company was snapping up employees by the dozen in a huge expansion effort. Many a Kisten had dropped their former lives to have a go at working in the manufacturing firm, as they were willing to pay more than most citizens would pay elsewhere. There were even a few off-worlders applying, Programmers and technitions mostly.

They were Genta's targets. Soft, gullible of laws and definitely not up to par with Kisten pick pockets. Perfect.

She strolled down the street, next to the long line up of hopefuls. Most were her people, who stared at her with distrust, ears twitching in annoyance at how she would sometimes paw at a jacket, and wink at the unsuspecting victim, tail swishing carelessly. She didn't actually take much from each, just enough to grease a few palms if she got caught. Casually glancing around she spotted the perfect target. A fretting off-worlder, rummaging around in his gigantic shoulder bag, holding a pen in his mouth and trying to balance both an expensive Data plate and the pale white parchment of the application form. He placed the plate so it rested precariously on the top of the shoulder bag. He then tried to find a place on which to brace his foot so he could fill out the form on his knee. Choosing a sturdy concrete post, he began to scrawl on the parchment, pausing occasionally with some of the unfamiliar words on the form. His writing caused the data plate to wobble on his bag, until it it looked so likely to fall, that it did.

Genta dashed forward and caught it between two of her three fingers, her long arms and legs easily allowing themselves to the task. She straightened up to find herself about 15 centimeters taller than her would be victim. He looked to her gratefully and tucked the pen behind his ear. He was pale, with deep green hair and eyes, the pupils of which were vertically slit.

"Thank you so very much" he said, holding out a seven fingered hand to accept the plate.

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Geneth dumped Issac near a stream and then carefully examined his head for any unusual lumps or fractures. Finding none she checked his arms and legs as well, relishing the touch, the feel of his skin against hers, a feeling she never intended to have again.

Geneth gathered sticks and twigs and piled them in what seemed like a good spot for a fire. 10 minutes later a cheery blaze crackled at her feet. She did not have any clothes to spare and she feared that Issac might get to cold. He was after all, left in nothing but his shorts.

So she sat by him, arms round his muscular chest and waited.

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She promptly held the plate out and placed it in his waiting hand.

"It was nothing. You really should take better care of your things Mr...?" She said, waiting for the appropriate name to drop into place.

"Issaliat. I'll be alright, those things are nearly indestructible in terms of unexpected shocks. I designed the shock program myself." He replied. Genta could see where this conversation seemed to be headed so she turned it back to where she wanted it to go.

"Oh no, It's not that. But I thought that you must have heard, what with our reputation and all."

"Actually, no, I haven't"

"Why, Kismet is known as a world of thieves Mr. Issaliat. Some of the best pick pockets in the multi verse."

"Really!" He said, shocked. Issaliat quickly tucked the plate into a snug side pocket in his bag. "I didn't know! I shall be much more careful from now on!"

She sighed to herself. Most don't, she thought, until they come home and find that their priceless platinum watch had been stolen by some sales clerk, or their 900 dollar shoes had been taken that whore. She looked at the plate, so blatantly sticking out of the bag, practically screaming 'STEAL ME!' It was almost a crying shame to pick on the weak like that.

"I don't suppose that you could help me with this form could you miss? Written languages were never my strong point, and I'm afraid my translator doesn't cover them."

She glanced at the form casually letting her body weight rest against the post. She used one arm to point at each of the words.

"That there is your name, Next is the number of your work Visa. Then your current residence, Home world, previous Residence, Position applying for, you can just check a box for that one. Programming right?" He nodded, " That's the second on the left, then years of work experience, schooling. Don't forget the name of your school there. Umm, then previous convictions, yes or no, reason for application and previous experience and recommendations." Issaliat nodded at each jotting down a few notes.

Somewhere in that litany, Genta had managed to steal his data plate, 50 crids, 2 pens, and an extra translator chip. The liberated items disappeared into the folds of her skirt and several hidden pockets in the bodice of her dress. The plate she concealed with some difficulty, but that too found a hidden pocket, sewn to the waistband of the dress at the front of her thigh. The opening was hidden by a wide strip of ribbon. The final pen went right down the front, the top obscured by her fur.

"Thank you miss." He said very politely.

"are you sure you are alright now?" She asked, over her shoulder as she walked away

"I daresay I'll manage." he laughed at her She laughed back and waved goodbye, strolling into the crowd.

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Slowly, Issac's scope of awareness began to broaden from it's previous black plain. The very first thing that he noticed was that there was a lovely source of warmth at his back, and that he was very cold. The next of course was that of someone Idly stroking his hair.

He woke up, staring at his love's big blue eyes, delighted to see him. Slowly he extricated himself from her arms and bid the day well by stretching out. The sun was setting, leaving a rosy hue over the two lovers.

"I'm Glad that you're awake." Geneth said quietly.

"Yeah."

"DO you remember when we first met. I mean, really first. Before we met all the other times."

He allowed himself a dazzling grin.

"Yes, and you stole from me."

"Yes, and you deserved it you great fool. I mean, coming Kismet without an anti theft plan?"

"Hey! Well I caught you didn't I ?"

"Boy am I ever glad of that."

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It was fully 10 cycles before Issaliat noticed that something was gone. He had finished filling out his form with the help of that nice native, and went to place the pen back into his pocket, with the others. However, he found his pocket to be rather bereft of any pen like entities. He went to tuck the pen into the side of his bag while searching the ground for his pens, when he discovered that indeed His Data plate was missing as well. Franticly he searched everywhere in his person for the missing plate, nearly taking out the man behind him with his elbows.

"Jeez buddy, watch were you fling those things eh?" Said the affronted man.

"I'm so terribly sorry sir, but have you seen my Data plate? It's a very good make, silver with 13 function keys and a writable flexi-palate?"

"No. But It'll be my best guess that someone stole it off of you. Probably that little minx that so kindly helped you with your form. If you catch her she has to give it back. It's the law you know. Personally I'm ashamed at her. Picking on an off-worlder like that."

Here came the problem. He could either go off on a wild goose chase to get his plate back or he could stay in this Life forsaken bloody minded Que and maybe get a half decent job sifting through code. The plate had cost him almost half a years salary. On the other hand he had no current Job, no place to stay and only a few crids. However, that plate contained all of his personal information, not to mention access to his accounts and his personal Diary.

The plate won.

"Thank you sir." He said while attempting to climb over the concrete barrier. He scrambled to the top, dragging his bag with him, and nearly falling down the other side, began his chase.

Surveying the wide street revealed that there were hundreds of Kistens wandering around, chatting, eating and even some little ones playing a ball game. He took off his glasses and let his natural vision scan the area for him. His species had near perfect distance vision, but had a lot of trouble focusing in for short distance applications due to the double pupil design of their eyes.

He saw the flutter of a blue dress, the same shade as the one worn by the thief. He quickly headed off in that direction, trying to look like he knew where he was going and how to get there. With long strides he nearly didn't notice the guard rail along the edge of the walking street, nor how the street had a tendency to not exist after said guard rail. He bumped into it with his leg and felt the roughness of the post with his hands, still focused on that blue dress. He swung one leg over the chain and then the other, and was about to bring the other when some one made a loud sound, one that appeared to be directed at him. Carefully he extricated his glasses from the breast pocket of his coat, and nudged them onto the bridge of his narrow nose. He looked around to discover a heart stopping drop at his feet and a green dress to his left. The person inside of the dress had a blue dress draped over her arm, the folds of which concealed something large and rectangular, with 13 function keys and a writable flexi plate.

He looked at her

She looked at him

She winked.

And walked away.

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"You were so cute, so... Exotic to me" Geneth sighed, gently stroking her lover's hair

"I was kind of frightened of you then, popping up like that, and standing over a 200 foot drop to the ground." Issac replied from his position in Geneth's lap. Suddenly they both stiffened. There was a quiet rustling in the bush, and the sound of someone choking back few sobs. Unspoken, Issac rolled away from Geneth's lap and softly padded over to the source of the sound. There he found a little boy with spiky black hair and an orange GI wandering around.

The boy turned around and saw him, the light of recognition in his eyes,

"BIG BROTHER!" He yelled, and launched himself onto what he saw as Gohan. Issac was instantly toppled over with the child's enthusiasm. Unthinking, he wrapped his arms around the child and swung him in a big circle. The child Laughed, and Issac wondered why he had called him big brother. Looking at himself he remembered that he wasn't on Kismet and that the past thousand years really had happened. He stared at the little boy's face, and felt a twinge of guilt that he wasn't really the big brother that the little boy wanted him to be. Faintly in the back of his head, he heard someone whisper "Goten!" This had never happened before so he abruptly let go of the child, who he now assumed was called Goten. He went flying upwards through the trees, much to Issac's horror. He saw him arc through the air and lunged to catch him. The kid landed on his rump, then stared at Issac accusingly.

"Big Brother! I know you can throw me higher than that! That was no fun at all!"

Issac stopped, suddenly unaware of what he was to do with this odd little boy, this Goten, from which he had stolen his big brother.

Geneth, who had heard the commotion came bursting through the bushes. Goten saw her too and ran up to hug her around her legs.

"VIDEL!!!" He yelled! "GOHAN'S ACTING ALL STRANGE"

"Shush dear she said, patting the little boy on the head." She threw a little questioning glare at Issac. He simply shrugged.

"He's not feeling all himself today"

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Issaliat tore after the figure in the green dress. She was fast, but so was he. Gracefully she dodged tables and diners in an out door cafeteria. Not so gracefully Issaliat tore through the middle hurtling chairs and people in his effort to reach her. She dodged round a corner and up a ladder to a higher sub street. He leapt for her ankle on the ladder, barely holding on to the rungs when he missed. They pulled themselves to the top, one right after the other. She jumped onto a cable that ran from their sub street, and perfectly balanced, slid down it to the next fold of the street. Eying the danger, Issaliat tore round the corner to catch her at the other side He found her just in time, ans she was about to get onto one of the air buses that took pedestrians from street to street on the massive buildings that held the walkways.

He took a flying leap, Just catching her by her arm, as she was boarding the bus. It pulled away from the dock, and the force of Issaliat's leap carried her out of the bus and into the air.

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Back at the camp and the little fire, Goten sat in Geneth's lap as she gently combed twigs and leaves out of it with her fingers. He was telling them a story.

"Denise told me to find the rest of the dragon balls, She told me that you didn't love me and that I should wish for anything that I wanted. I listened to her and I got the rest and brought them back. She was waiting for me with a smile on her face. I asked her where the rest went and she told me that she had them hidden for safe keeping She brought them out and we put them in a big circle. Then... She hurt me. She touched me and all I felt was that someone had taken all my skin away and it hurt, so much, more than anything else. And then I don't remember what happened, but I woke up and Denise had summoned the dragon. Then Daddy came and took Denise away. He didn't stop her from making her bad wish. He didn't come back for me. I was hurt and so ran away, far far away, and then you found me ." He looked, pleadingly at Issac, " It's not true is it big brother? You love me right? And mommy and Daddy to? You aren't just using me?"

Issac felt such a sudden urge from the back of his mind to pick up and hug the boy that he did.

"Of course not Goten. I love you very much and so do your mother and father. We would never just use you like that. We trusted you enough with an important task so and I would never find fault with you for not being able to especially when forces like these are involved."

"Really Gohan?" A stab of guilt followed that statement for Issac.

"Yes."

Goten suddenly yawned very loudly. Issac glanced at his female companion

"Wow, it's really late Goten." She said, allowing herself a gigantic yawn and a stretch, winking at Issac. This was not entirely a lie. It had taken quite a while for little Goten to tell his story. "I'm so tired I could go to sleep right now!"

"Really? Wow, cuz I'm not tired at all" Goten yawned.

"That's strange, because I think I heard a yawn exit that mouth of yours" Issac quipped

"S'not true ..." He said slipping into slumber. Issac lay him down and turned to his companion. They simply stared at each other.

"This time is different Geneth." She nodded in agreement.

"This time, I think, we can break it. I think that we could escape for good." She said. Issac hesitated.

"Forever." His words carried a lot of weight.

"Forever." She echoed.

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Issaliat felt his stomach lurch unpleasantly as he was drawn over the rail by the force of the thief's falling body. A strangled cry exited his throat as he tumbled through the air after her.

She of course screamed a blood curdling scream that echoed around the buildings and through the ears of the people. There was a sudden silence. They all knew what that sound meant, the price of living their perilous life hundreds of feet in the air on rivers of concrete and steel, suspended from the great glass and metal trees of their buildings and civilization. That scream meant that someone was going to die.

Genta turned to stare into the eyes of her murder, the man that had just sealed both of their fates as they tumbled off of the edge. There was fear, fear of death , maybe of him, a touch of hate, and for some reason, pity.

Maybe it was the sudden fellow feeling, the knowledge that they were both going to die together for such a stupid reason, a mistake. As the wind whistled through their ears, he wanted to reach out to her and apologize. Everything else seemed unimportant, except for his pathetic boring life flashing before his eyes.

Genta was experiencing a similar sensation, as everything she had ever said or done replayed itself in her head. All the thefts, the deceptions, the scams. Every little reprehensible deed that had put a little tarnish into her luck {2}, and now it was all gone.

This moment of connection, and fellow feeling was what set them on to a path that they would go down a thousand times over...

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Geneth and Issac stared at each other across the fire. They both knew that the other was going through the story in their own heads.

"We fell." Said Issac

"And then..." Geneth said in the growing darkness, "We died."

"For the first time."

"It was nearly a thousand meter drop"

"Onto the paving of the slums" They shared a morbid grin with each other, that quicky declined into mutual frowns

"And then..." Said Issac, poking the fire with a long stick, "We got a second chance"

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They were of course, dead at the bottom of the fall. It was a very long drop, and the ground was not very forgiving. Their broken bodies were eventually hauled away by the downtrodden that lived at the base of the buildings, but not before all of their belongings had been stolen and sold at least twice to unsuspecting buyers for food or work.

But however. Despite their physical presence at the scene, Genta and Issaliat were not privy to this particular grim sequence of events. They were of course, rather preoccupied with the large ogre glaring down at them from the lofty gates of heaven and the sickly ones of hell.

"NAMES" He bellowed

"Genta Trigrenten Davledet"

"Thiac Grasslen Yantelles Issaliat"

Both were rather disoriented. Genta swatted at the halo hanging above her head, for this was a completely foreign concept for her. The ogre began to flip through his massive book, tiny glasses perched on his squished red nose. He peered closely at Genta

"What are you then?"

"I am a Kisten!" She said severely affronted. The Ogre stared at Issaliat.

"And you?"

"I Am from the planet Nath, G-system" The ogre peered at them again and sighed.

"We don't many of either of you through here. I think you have your own seperate gate or something... Highly unusual for you to show up here I think. It's a pity really. You both had so much potential..." He sighed again and began to carefully write their names into his book, each in it's respective characters and lettering system

"Excuse me, but could you tell me where we are?" Genta spoke up, still in through examination of her halo

"And what we're doing here?" Issaliat piped in

"Why, You are dead! Didn't you know?" Piped up a small voice from behind the massive desk.

"WHAT!?"

"Enma, I told you not to bother me while daddy's working!"

"I could fix that." Said another. Every one looked at this new voice. It came from a positively delectable confection in red silk, lounging against the corner of the Ogre's desk.

"You don't really want to stay dead do you?" She said, taking a swill of the dark red liquid she held in a silver and gold embossed goblet. Her hair ran in golden waves down her shoulders. She swayed over to Genta and Issaliat. She let the back of her hand gently brush Genta's cheek, making her shudder and lean into the contact. Her other hand, suddenly free made it;self know to Issaliat as she ran her finger along his jawline. She cupped both of their cheeks, and said again, barely a whisper in their ears

"I could fix that."

They nodded dully, completely under the power of the glorious woman before them. Suddenly she was behind the two, one hand on each shoulder. Issaliat felt a heedy rush run through his body, and Genta suffered a similar reaction, as she shivered with the sheer pleasure of her contact.

"King, strike these names from the register. I'm going to take care of them." They stared at her adoringly, as if caught in some kind of trance or spell.

"Yes." They said, " Do it, let us stay with her"

Carefully, Methodically, The ogre dipped his quill pen into the massive jar of the ink that sat on his desk, and let one drop fall back into the bottle. Then, with a dry scratching he solemnly drew a perfectly straight line through each name. The pair shuddered suddenly shivered again as their names were struck.

The magical woman stared into their adoring eyes as they fell to the floor.

"You belong to me now"

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Issac's throat had gone dry, and his lips suddenly parched. The heat from the fire suddenly seemed to much, and the sudden, profound aloneness of the moment, that struck him to the core.

Geneth came over and he puller her into another tight embrace and kissed her forehead lightly.

"And then..." she sobbed softly into Issac's chest. "We were hers."

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{1} Denise : The name taken by the demon Deception as she attempted to get Goten to give her the dragon Balls

{2} The citizens of Kismet do not believe in the concept of an immortal soul, but more in their 'luck' so to speak as a measure of everything that they did in their lives. Some people born with what was considered to be a very high amount of luck customarily became pick pockets and thieves as it was commonly thought that luck could not be gained, only taken away, so those with the most traditionally took up the most risky lifestyles. It's not unlike the human concept of Karma, but luck works only one way.

A/n: ... I think I should Take Sarah's recommendation seriously... anyway I welcome your comments and thoughts... I promise next chapter will get back to the other people that happen to inhabit my story...

Oh, and somewhere along the way, I believe that someone expressed concern over the fact that the DBZ universe is not the same as the earth that we currently have the privilege of living on... and I know this to be true, but i think it;s much more fun to mess around with the sensibilities of current day politics then to invent some of my own... If it makes you feel better you could always pretend that I'm enormously uncreative and simply used existing place names for made up places

Perhaps the only way to get thousands of reviews is to stoop to HP fan fiction, I do not know, but i find them enormously repetitive... Harry goes to the Weaslys, they meet (Insert original character name here) and they all go to Hog warts. Snape hates them... they get into detention for (insert piece of mischief here) find out about a deadly fact, Voldie attacks, Harry wins, Ron/Harry gets together with Hermione, Harry/Snape hook up, Harry/Ron Hook up, Harry/(original character) hook up. They go home... End story... Usually they don't make it to the end of the year...

Anyway, Review if you Dare

Min