DISCLAIMER: Once again to all the wonderful readers who read this reading material, I do not own Dragon Ball Z or Sailor Moon. Not will I ever. I have still yet to wake up to find myself a millionaire. Not that the owners of this would ever sell to me. But I still have hope.

Fat chance of that.

Also, People don't seem to happy that Gohan hasn't been brought back into the fic yet. I have two words for you. "Tough sh-. . ." Er. . .I mean. . . "Be patient." Yeah. . .that's I what I meant. . . Don't worry, he will be brought back. Eventually.

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Bourkan groaned as he rolled over in pain in his bed. After he had practically dragged himself back to the apartment after his encounter with that demon Piccolo. He could only imagine how he looked in comparison to how he felt.

The fight had lasted about three minutes. Before he got his ass beat. For whatever reason, the demon questioned him about the Great Sayiaman. He told him all he knew. Only that he had just fought him and he was in the city.

But then the demon had said some nonsense that he didn't feel Sayiaman's energy anywhere in the city. He then accused him of lying to him and proceeded to beat him up some more for good measure. Or maybe just to make sure. The demon appeared to be enjoying it a little too much in his opinion.

Which brings us back to his apartment where his body is now mangled with various broken bones, fractures, and bruises. Not to mention a headache the size of. . .something. . .really big.

So much for the Super Hero idea.

Stupid Humanity.

Stupid.

Stupid.

Stupid.

'DING DONG!'

"Stupid Doorbell." He growled as the sound of it sent his current headache into full swing. If he lived through this he might have to kill that doorbell. And anything else that dare wreck havoc to his senses. Including Piccolo.

'DING DONG!' The doorbell rang again. He gritted his teeth at the sound. He might have yelled at them to go away by now. But yelling hurt to much right now.

"Hello?" He heard a voice in the other room. Female by the sound. But at this point the could not guarantee that his ear drums weren't too damaged to work right now either. He cracked one of his swollen eyes open to see a girl with long blue hair in a pony tail stick her head in the door. Damn. He was supposed to be at work this morning.

Trista eyed the groaning lump lying on the bed. "I had the day off. They called me when they couldn't get a hold of you so I came to check up on yo-. . . OH MY GOD! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!" She exclaimed as she came closer to him. Looking at his mangled excuse of a body.

Screw the doorbell. He would kill her. If he ever got himself up from this bed. "Too loud. Not so loud." He growled at her. Which came out as a horse whisper.

Trista looked disbelievingly down at the crumpled mess that was once her co-worker and friend Bourkan. Currently looking like a train had ran him over, backed up over him, and ran over him again. "What happened?" She asked again in a lower tone of voice.

"I got into a fight." He admitted. His voice sounding cracked. "And lost." He briefly wondered what kind of battle scars he had gotten out of this fight. He figured he should feel proud he had even survived it.

"What were you fighting? Godzilla's incarnate?" She muttered, looking over his body. When Mooby's hadn't been able to get a hold of him, they'd asked her to come to his apartment to see if he was there. She expected to him to sick or something. But not this.

Meanwhile Bourkan pondered the possibility that it was Godzilla'a incarnate. Having watched one of the films on the Television the other day. They were both green. And able to inflict great damage.

"Don't worry!" She chirped, bringing his dazed mind out of whatever land it had been in previously.

"I'll heal you up and bring you up to snuff in no time!" She did an abrupt turn about and headed out of the room. "I'll just fix you some soup!" She said before practically skipping out the door at the prospect of playing nurse. It would also be a good excuse to get closer to Bourkan.

He laid in the bed. That was strangely kind of her. No one had ever fixed food for him before in sickness or in injury. Well, one person had. But he preferred not to bring up those old memories. Still, he didn't think he could hold down anything right now.

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3 hours later. . . .

"Here you go!"

Bourkan's face paled as she thrust another bowl of soup under his nose. He didn't think it was possible to ruin soup from a can. Maybe this is why she worked the registers instead of flipping burgers.

He had already made several unscheduled trips to the bathroom. Thankfully, directly adjacent from the bedroom. Not only to empty his stomach, but everything else as well. Unfortunately, his paled expression was only evidence to her that he was still sick. Despite being covered in bruises.

It was nice that she cared, but MOGROTH cooked better food than this! That was saying a lot. And yes, King Mogroth likes to cook. No one ever dared to question it. That wouldn't be so much to say except the girl works at a restaurant!

Taking the bowl of soup, he nodded in fake gratitude and waited until she left the room before making another run to the bathroom. Opening the medicine cabinet. Gohan had mentioned there being human medicine in the cabinet. There had to have been 20 different medicines to choose from. Opening the bottles, he took one of each.

Looking at a small brown bag in the cabinet, he opened it up and took out a small bean. He shrugged and took that too. Waiting a few minutes, he looked in the mirror to see his injuries all start to rapidly heal themselves. Until he felt as good as new.

Looking at all the medicine in the cabinet again, he had to give credit to humans. They knew good medicine. He might have to try that again later should he be beaten again like that. Which, with that demon running about, was a good possibility.

Other than that, he grinned, looking at the open bathroom window. . .

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The Scouts all hung out at the arcade. Raye, Amy, and Lita all sat at one of the booths drinking cold drinks and just plain thinking. Mina and Serena were both busy playing video games.

The Great Sayiaman. Mr. Savior. The Demon King Piccolo. The Negaverse. The death of Gohan. Everyone was at somewhat of a loss as to just what they should do now. Mostly Raye. It would take her a while to get used to Gohan being gone. It wasn't fair. He wasn't involved in any of this mess. Why did she have to lose him?

"100 Hamburgers please!" A familiar voice spoke up. Bringing her out of her thoughts. Curiously she looked up to the counter to see Goku, Gohan's father ordering some food with his younger son Goten. She had almost forgotten how much he could eat. Before remembering her breakfast with the Son family.

"100, sir?" The man behind the counter asked skeptically. But his customer merely nodded his head vigorously. As did his miniature, at his feet. "Yep! We just want something light before we head out again." He told the man at the counter.

The clerk shrugged and took down the order. Telling him that his food would be ready in a few minutes. As though he could feel someone's eyes on him, Goku turned around and spotted her. "Hey Raye!" He chirped and walked over to her table.

"Hello Mr. Son." She replied. Unsure just what he was still doing here or just what she would tell him. She thought his family had already left.

Amy and Lita looked in curiosity as an older man they had never met before talked to Raye as if they were old friends. Until she had addressed him back, they saw that this must be Gohan's father or something.

"Hey, have you by any chance see Gohan about? He seems to have gone missing. I cant find him anywhere." He frowned slightly as he spoke. Getting somewhat serious.

Raye, and the other two girls faces quickly went into shock and their faces paled. 'Ah, so they do know something.' Finally he was getting somewhere. While he was looking at her, he took the time to study Raye a bit. Having not done so earlier as he was too busy eating when he last met her.

There was something strange about her ki. It didn't feel normal. That and it was high. She was strong for a normal human. 200. Maybe 300 if she powered up fully. But then, her ki didn't feel completely human either.

Raye opened her mouth, looking almost stricken about something when one of her friends beat her too it. "We haven't seen him!" The browned haired girl spoke quickly. Goku frowned. He knew they weren't telling him the truth. But he couldn't force it out of them.

"Well, thanks anyway." He stood up and made his way to the counter where his 100 hamburgers were waiting for him and Goten. They walked out of the store with shopping bags of food.

Raye glared at her friends for telling such lies to his family. Both of them shied away slightly at it but Ami tired to point out the facts. "What would be have told him, Raye? What would we have said?"

She nodded her head. "You right." She agreed. But still thinking how she could have forgotten about his parents? How stricken with worry they must be right now. And she couldn't even say anything to them.

"Hey guys." Serena spoke up as she walked back to the table after playing video games with her friends. "Wasn't that Gohan's father I just saw?" She asked as she sat down.

"Yeah?" Ami asked. Not sure just what Serena was getting at. But the sound of her voice was something of that of curiosity and question. Something else was on her mind.

"Well, Gohan was really super powerful and all. The golden haired fighter remember? Couldn't we have asked Mr. Son about what all that was? Anser some questions?" Serena asked a very logical and what should have been obvious question and statement.

". . . . ." Was the reply of the rest of them. Shocked. Half in the fact that Serena had just said something rather intelligent. And the other half in the fact that she had been absolutely right.

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Goku and Goten both donned their Sayiaman outfits and flew off into the city after enjoying a nice snack. Still no sign of Gohan. Goku thought that girl Raye might know what happened to him. But if nothing else he would talk to her again later.

Spotting someone else flying a head of him, he slowed down to see Piccolo looking at him at first with surprise, then shock, and followed by with something of disgust. "Goku, what in the Supreme Kai's name are you doing in those outfits?"

Goku laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. "It was Goten's idea. So we can keep our identity a secret while we're in the city! Isn't he smart? And Vegetta called us dimwits!"

Piccolo watched as Goten flew about in circles over their head while saying "I'm a birdy! I'm a birdy!" and flapping his arms. He sweat dropped. "He's something alright." He muttered more to himself.

Goku failed to catch the sarcasm in that and beamed at his son. "You hear that, Goten?! Piccolo said your Something!" He said proudly.

Goten looked immensely proud at this as well and began to do summersaults in the air. Now saying, "I'm something! I'm something!" Loudly. Goku looked at his son with pride.

Piccolo's head dropped and he began to rub the temples on his head. A large sweat drop on his forming. "Why me?" He asked himself in a muttered tone.

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Lexiena had worked with Brain Washed subjects before. And while confusing them was fun, Mogroth was also right. Those with pure hearts had trouble adjusting with the fake implanted memories.

Mind Manipulation, however, was something that the Negaverse scientists had begun to experiment with only recently. Keeping coherent thoughts outside of normal brain activity. The conscious mind in an unconscious state. While running the body off of pure unhindered emotion.

Put him in an angered state of mind, and keep him there. An angry Sayian with no reasons to hold back. Pure chaos. The only other need would be a way to release it. To fight. Sayian's were known for their love for battle. It only needed to be tested.

She looked at the Sayian in front of her. His face was impassive. Showing no emotion at all. His eyes were blank voids. Dressed high officer ranking Negaverse armor. He was truly an awesome sight.

She moved her hand over his set face. Tracing his jaw line. Enjoying the physical contact for what it was worth. Oh, if things went according to planned, they would become very close to one another.

"I name you. . . Demigo!" She let out an evil laugh in the heat of the moment. "Mwahahahahaha!"

One of the scientist walking near by gave her a funny look as he passed. "You really need to work on that evil laugh of yours." He stated before going on about his business.

Lexiena stopped laughing. She blinked in confusion. Hey! What was wrong with her evil laugh?! She thought she pulled it off rather well. But then, she remembered Bourkan's as well.