I'm back ya know!! Thought you'd be rid of me, but I shall never be defeated!!!! BWHAHAHA!!! Any how allot of good ish for you people, A.) is the obvious, my brand new DBZ work is here and in living color....err black and white actually. Everybody give props to the Poetess, mainly her idea ya know, I just gave a slight twist to it. GO POETESS!! My girl! B.) For any still standing Gundam fans out there who have read the fic, Loss of Innocence. It is being revamped and reloaded into a much better written and detailed fic! New Chapters and serious editing done to it. So we'll just call it the Special Edition!! If you've never read it before, it's a good one so check it out. C.) New original piece called Morning Rain has hit the shelves! I hope you all read it and give me some support on it ya know!!? Now I'm sure you've all missed me, because dammit....I've missed all of you!!

It's been along time....I shouldn't have left you....without a dope beat ta step to!!

It is painfully obvious that I do not own Dragonball Z, for I am a broke college student with a big imagination. I'm not making any money from this nor will I ever, unless some day I am called upon to create a new DBZ series with my superior Art skills...but I doubt that. Any similarities out there are purely coincidental. This is the first and last time I will do this for this story. Because quite frankly it isn't necessary.....

*sigh* huh...boy...

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There are always people out there whom never consider anything these days. I'm not sure if they just don't care or possibly don't notice. Like what is it about light spring days that do things to your heart? What about the birds chirping in the distance that make you feel so light hearted, and the smell of a gentle breeze that make you happy? I don't know, I really don't care either. I just enjoy these moments and days. Days where I can just forget about everything that's bothering me and...

"Get moving brat!"

Vegeta jammed the box of supplies into Trunks chest driving him back slightly from the moving van parked in front of a quaint house in the suburbs of West City . He snapped out of his day dream, only to fall into the nightmare of looking up into the cold, dark eyes from his father. While Vegeta had become a much better person over the years he was still pushy and egotistical as ever, and now that he had his tail back he seemed to be a bit more...uh edgier. Goku's nonchalant attitude towards his own level 4 technique wasn't helping that...edginess at all. Vegeta still found himself worrying about it just as much as before, and taking it out on Trunks was easy....but non the less, Pan's cooking supplies weren't going to move themselves now were they? Trunks gave out a sigh turning on his heels heading towards the red dome with round shrubbery around it. This was suppose to be his day off, yet here he was helping Pan move into the house she died to have for the start of school. Pan was a sparkling 18 now preparing to go to college, mingle, meet new people, blah blah blah we all know how it is, and now she had dear old daddy and the rest of the Sayain male blood moving a seemingly endless supply of boxes. Trunks wished this hadn't of fallen on the Saturday he had off. The man was a Capsule Corp. executive, and wasn't happy about having to do "physical labor" on his scheduled day of rest. But Gohan insisted he help and well, Trunks was a sucker when it came to helping out his fellow Sayains in need. Trunks simply continued into the house looking at Pan as she directed the traffic in the lovely house.

"Umm....put that there Goten."

Goten gave a slight nod placing the box on the hard wood floor. Trunks did the same causing his box to give a metallic thud on, echoing it's contents through out the empty shell. Pan turned to Trunks with an annoyed tick of the eye. Trunks instinctively drew back from her reaction, barring down for the worst. While Pan tended to be mild mannered like Goku, she took allot after the two previous generations of women in her lineage...and that was a call for random mood swings, followed by a violent assault of some kind. Be it physical or verbal, Trunks was waiting on it.

"That goes in the kitchen Trunks."

He got nothing. He slowly lowered his guard, blinking at the sweet smile Pan had just thrown up. He didn't see that one coming at all, and he wasn't about to tempt fate either. He quickly did as she said picking it up and putting it on the counter next to her.

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Grandpa Satan smiled to himself as he signed over for the small satellite dish. The instillation man trembled with excitement. The legendary Hercule Satan was actually there in front of him, paying for one of his dishes!! Hercule gave a huge laugh as he completed his glorious signature with a heavy dot.

"YEAHHH!"

"T..thank you Mr. Satan"

He quickly slapped his hands on his hips giving another seemingly instinctive haughty laugh.

"Don't mention it kid! Now if you hurry and install that thing, there will be a personalized autograph picture from yours truly in it for ya! How's that for incentive!?!"

The young dish operative squealed with excitement as he hustled back across the green lawn to his truck, stumbling several times along the way. Mr. Satan gave a heavy nod.

"Now we only need that pool guy to show up, and we can get a nice big fence put up."

Videl strolled up next to her proud father with a slight concerned look slapped across her face. Her father was over doing things again, and that wasn't really something good. She quickly thought of that time when she was 11. She was playing with some kids at the park pool in Orange City. Well, Videl almost fell off the diving board if it wasn't for the red head named Bobby Taylor. He reacted quickly grabbing her firmly to keep her from falling. That firm grip happened to be of her developing area...and we aren't talking hips. Bobby Taylor is now inmate 725598 at the Orange City Correctional Institution. And it's all because the champ felt he was molesting his little girl. Bobby was barely 13 at the time, he probably didn't now what molestation was. But Herc's influence was that great. So she found her self standing next to him, tugging on his dark brown velvet ghee again just like she had nearly 18 years ago.

"Daddy don't you think all this is a bit much for Pan?"

Hercule turned ever so slightly to his daughter. His eyes gave a shinning gleam before He proceeding to give a loud hoot, expressing his amusement to his child's curious meddling.

"What, nothings too good for my little sweet pea."

"But you already bought her the house and a car, not to mention a big screen TV, several couches, a new wardrobe, a..."

He slapped a loose hand over Videl's mouth with a bland look, raising an inquiring eyebrow.

"What are you getting at?"

She quickly grabbed her fathers hand pulling it back.

"You're going to spoil her rotten. We didn't even..."

He quickly slapped his other free hand in place of the other one giving a heavy chuckle.

"Ah it'll be alright pumpkin, don't you worry. Nobody is gonna get all her new things..."

He forcefully grabbed his only daughter to him, leaning into her while shooting his eyes around as if to spy for anyone who'd be listening in.

"...got a pack of Pittbulls commin' in tomorrow, mean little bastards too..."

(a/n: Pittbull's are actually good dogs to own, if you raise them right they are perfect dogs, Friendly to everyone but people you don't want them to be so with. My Pittbull plays with my baby cousin all the time, and never once has he hurt the little 5 year old. I love my Pitbull!!)

Videl gave out a frustrated yell smacking away the hand of her pompous father, cursing under her breathe as her ponytail braid swayed back and forth with her exaggerated strut. Hercule turned back towards a resting Goku with a puzzled look.

"Do you think she'd prefer Rottweilers instead?"

The Super Sayain only shrugged with a carefree smile at his oblivious relative. Mr. Satan returned the shrug walking off, still plotting defenses for his granddaughter's new fortress. Goku put the bottle of water to his lips subtly, turning it over quickly to chug down it's contents. He took in a deep breathe of the oncoming breeze from the east. It blew his pointy bangs back for a moment, bringing the exultant warrior to chuckling peace. How good it felt to be back again. He wasn't sure if he and Vegeta were going to make it out of that void. Time had wrapped it's icy grip around their very throats, Alexial had them...but here they were. Alive and well enjoying life for what it was. Oddly enough his venture back soon spawned him a tail of his own...and before long h reached that next plateau. which was probably why Vegeta was glaring at him annoyed somewhat. Vegeta was still trying to get there, Vegeta was still trying to make it, Vegeta was......

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Vegeta sat on one knee breathing in deep breathes trying to recover from the recent onslaught. It wasn't the first time he had been crippled by an opponent, and more than likely it wouldn't be the last. But coming from 18 it was unusual. She was suppose to be his ally, she was suppose to understand him, dare he say she was his friend? But it was his past all over again...that broken arm. Severed from it's very calcium bond, bringing him to his knees, all from that ...that bitch!! Vegeta slowly pulled himself up to his feet. Weakly, he tugged at his long white gloves, readying himself for combat once more. They were tattered and soiled with his own blood , pooling from his lacerations from his arms. Deep lacerations; and all he could think was....

"This...this isn't right..."

"Why isn't it Vegeta? You brought this upon yourself...."

17 landed behind him with his arms crossed. His smug expression was glowing bright with that same cocky pride he had so many years ago. Those may years when he was the very threat upon this planet instead of it's solution. And just like then, he was enjoying beating the living hell out of the proud prince. 18 pulled a loose strand of hair behind her ear smiling again with a seductive chuckle. Vegeta shifted his eyes between them for a moment. Vegeta turned, quickly plastering 17 in the chops. 17 grunted in pain as his head flew back from the Sayain's mighty jab. Vegeta quickly began to yell out in frustration, irritated by his situation and all that was around him. He pulled his right fist back again preparing to deliver another blow, only to be snatched back down to the planet hard by his ankle. It was 18, reproving his attack with several simple clicks of her tongue.

"That wasn't very nice Vegeta...."

"DAMN YOU!!"

He rolled over firing a nasty blast towards 18's head. She pulled her torso back in the most limber of styles as the blast shot through the air into the black atmosphere. Vegeta twitched somewhat shaken by her ability to dodge. She is not faster than me!!! I'm a Super Sayain level 3...far more powerful than any android....yet I'm at their mercy...

"You're taking too long...I'll kill him!!!"

"Kakarot....?

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"Kakarot? Pay attention clown!!"

Goku snapped to attention looking over to Vegeta. He rose a questionable eyebrow to his rival, glancing with the sternest of looks. Vegeta paced over to Goku, slowly looking down at him.

"Didn't you hear me calling you Kakarot?!"

He shook his head weakly.

"N...no. Not till just now Vegeta."

Vegeta was reading him like a book, he knew just from that weak hearted response everything wasn't alright. He opened his mouth for a short moment, trying to think of the words he wanted to say. He wanted to reassure him of what ever his problem was...sort of. Vegeta wasn't really one for heart to heart powwow's, despite being forced to read several "Getting In Touch With The Inner Me" books the wife made him read. She was hoping to make the gruff warrior a kinder, gentler, and in his opinion, gayer Vegeta than normal. She hang off his shoulder in bed at night and force him to read a chapter before allowing him to sleep. And in most cases, a nice lengthy game of...mahjong as a reward. (a/n: see Poetess' fic Sue Marie for details). While he enjoyed to play the game, this was more to satisfied her own needs than Vegeta's, being married to an intellectual nymph-o wasn't exactly easy, and even she could push his Sayain stamina to it's limits. But he wasn't by far able to comfort him so instead he just answered.

"The women have got a meal prepared for us..."

He turned walking towards the door to eat leaving Goku to his lonesome. He looked down at his hands, turning white with realization. What Goku saw in his day dream didn't exactly scare him...but the fact that he enjoyed it did.

END of PART I

Well short and sweet , but a new fic for you peoples!!! Here's to a brand new edition!! Please review

(a/n: I am aware of how Goku turns level four, however since I haven't seen all of DBGT, and haven't seen enough to base this fic at the end of GT, I'm just going from what has happened since my last fic!! Just making that known!!)

*Goku*

Next on Dragonball Z you won't want to miss the next episode, It's Pan first day in college!! I'm so proud!! While she tries to grab an education, everyone else is living their everyday...so I guess this episode isn't that exciting, except for that one incident...

*Vegeta*

Shush Kakarot you'll ruin it!!!

*Goku*

Oh...right, well it's mundane run-a-muck, on the next exciting...err average episode of Dragonball Z!!!

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