Reda: Oh look, I own Dragonball Z now.

Vee: What? Reda!

Reda: Fine then, I don't own Dragonball Z! Happy?

Vee: Yes, but I'm still confused. Where'd everybody go?

Reda: Vee, after the celebration, everyone went back to his or her normal lives, I made my house, and then we began telling the story to everyone else. Is your memory so bad that I must repeat what just happened?

Vee: But...why are you writing more? We beat Psyfoam! Psyfoam's dead!

Reda: That may be true, but...

Vee: Oh here we go with the "What if" again. Reda, you said so yourself that "what if" saying gets annoying!

Reda: True, but that doesn't mean it's not possible.

Vee: So? How are you going to write more if it hasn't happened yet?

Reda: Well, for your information, I do much more in my spare time then write. I invent things too!

Vee: (Bored) What did you invent this time?

Reda: (Beaming) A computer that writes out what's happening to whatever person I want, and will put whatever is happening to that person or persons in story format.

Vee: Wow. I'm actually impressed with that. Why?

Reda: So now our audience won't know if we survive or not, because we won't be talking!

Vee: (Blinks) Yeah...that was a little problem...

Reda: And...People won't be giving away important details before it's time. (Glares at Vee)

Vee: Ahem. I'm leaving now. You don't need me anymore, so I'll just go train like I always do.

Reda: Fine then! (Vee leaves) I'll just listen to some calming music.

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Chapter One: It's A New Day

It's a new day,

But it all feels old.

It's a good life.

That's what I'm told.

The CD blared out the favorite rock tune while Reda fell on her bed, trying to relax. There was nothing to worry about, nothing at all. She was just prepared for the unlikely, which rarely happened. It showed how bored she was. Even though this Earthling music was "tight" she still missed some things about her old home, her old life before Psyfoam. And she still wondered who had created Psyfoam exactly and why the hell he got lost in Empty Space. If he got lost there, wouldn't he have been able to get back out? She almost wished Psyfoam had not died, so she could ask him that one day. Still, legends weren't always what they appeared to be. Psyfoam may have been a legend himself, had the stupid moron not turned evil, not taken that wrong turn to Empty Space.

But everything, it all just feels the same...

She needed to see for herself that everything was still the same-old-same-old on Earth. After all, it was on a day similar to this that Frieza had arrived to destroy the Saiyan planet and Psyfoam had ruined her and Vee's lives forever. Well, not everything had turned out so horrible. She had survived Frieza's attack for one, and she had become one of the best Saiyans alive. Of course, she was like that before Psyfoam ever came. She sighed as she reached for the television remote and sat up on her bed to watch the news. Her CD still blaring, Reda watched the reporter go through the same old boring news program, and she blew out a sigh of somewhat relief. Psyfoam wasn't coming back; she could enjoy her music in peace.

Just before she could turn it off, the "Breaking News" symbol flashed and the camera instantly turned to a normal looking city, except for one thing: the dead Earthlings on the ground. Reda's tail instinctively wrapped around her waist as she tuned her music out and concentrated on what the reporter had to say. But that was not the first thing she heard.

"Revenge truthfully does taste sweet," a deep, voice said just as the reporter and news cameraman screamed out in harsh, cold cries of terror.

Reda heard laughing and then the screen turned to fuzz. "No, it couldn't be..."

She immediately flipped the channel to the most reliable news station she could think of, and then she grimaced. There were three beings standing amid rubble, dead bodies, and ashes. She recognized two by description, but the other one she knew personally. Reda shivered, her tail squeezing tighter.

Psyfoam was back.

--

Trunks stared out of his window. This was his only place of solitude, even in this huge horse. Downstairs, his father trained and his mother relaxed, doing whatever it was she did. In his room, Trunks was at peace. His sword was propped up in the corner, ready if needed. Although Psyfoam was gone, there was always the chance that another more powerful enemy would appear, even though it would not be good and almost impossible, considering how strong Psyfoam was.

Reda and Vee couldn't always be counted on to fuse, especially since it counted on luck. And only Reda, Vee, and Goku could transform to Special Saiyans, and only that if the one person they cared for most was in trouble. Trunks wasn't even a part of that. From what he understood, Goku transformed for Chi-Chi, Vee transformed for Pan, and Reda for Goku. Sure, he could understand why Reda loved Goku more than him, but...why? Why didn't she transform for him?

"Vegeta! Trunks! I think you'd better come see this!"

Trunks blinked out of his thoughts as he spun around at Bulma's screeching suggestion. His face hardened as he grabbed his sword and sheath and walked out of the room. That new enemy had arrived, but this time he was prepared. Trunks prepared himself for the worst when he got downstairs. There was no telling what he'd find on the news station. There never was. But, that was the beauty of surprise, of meeting your enemy for the first time on that empty battlefield, of having your friends counting on you, cheering, pleading for you to win. That was how he imagined being the hero, but with Goku here, he never got that. It was always, "Goku's the hero. We have to protect him because he protected us and because he's the only one that can save us." Bah. Trunks was beginning to understand why his father held so much resentment for Goku. If any one of the Z warriors, even Reda, had to choose between Goku and someone else...and the one they chose was spared death...they'd choose Goku.

Trunks gripped his sword tighter, a new plan in mind, a stray thought becoming full, but before he even stepped off of the last stair step a large explosion rocked the house, Trunks had just enough time to look around in shock, and then he was buried in a pile of rubble from the several stories above him. He heard his mother's scream and his heart skipped a beat when Bulma cut off in a blood-curdling shriek. Trunks called on his strength and forced himself to his feet, hearing the rubble clatter to the ground around him. He could feel the heat of burning buildings, he could hear the terrified cries in crowds of panicked people, but what he saw when he opened his eyes made his blood turn to ice because of absolute, pure terror.

"Well, well, well, Trunks survived the explosion after all," the evil being of his nightmares chuckled. "Your mother wasn't as lucky."

Trunks followed Psyfoam's gaze, his mouth opening wide at the sight of his mother's cold, deathful stare. Vegeta was holding her in his arms, but she lay limp, unmoving. Vegeta's gaze was concentrated fully on Psyfoam, although his arms and legs trembled, something Trunks had never seen.

"You...bastard," his father whispered.

Psyfoam grinned, his eyes flashing between ten different colors. Fire from destroyed buildings flared behind his dark black cloak, which moved with the hot breeze. "You are a strange monkey, Vegeta. While she was alive you either ignored Bulma or treated her like some kind of servant girl. Now that she's dead you let everyone know you care." Vegeta's eyebrows were twitching with anger, but his eyes were staring at Bulma, liquid forming in them. "I might bring her back if you help me extract my revenge."

Trunks stared at his father when Vegeta didn't answer right away. Come on, Dad, you shouldn't even have to think about this one. But the look on Vegeta's face told Trunks how much thought his father was putting into this. He had heard once that when someone lost someone special that person could go mad with sad, mourning regret; they could lose themselves completely and not even think the same, especially if they witnessed their loved ones demise. But...Vegeta wasn't one to go mad. Father, please don't say yes.

"Trunks, you stay out of this," Psyfoam commanded, suddenly next to Trunks, a sly grin plastered on his face. "This is not your decision to make. Vegeta, we don't have all day."

Trunks moved his head to look at his father; his peripheral vision kept Psyfoam in check, and his right hand remained ready to draw his sword at need. The Saiyan Prince appeared to be ignoring all else around him when he kneeled down, placed Bulma's dead body amidst the rubble, and muttered something in Saiyan. Trunks smiled when his father stood back up and cast the evil being a vengeful glare.

"You fuckin' bastard! This time you've gone too far! I'll never join you because you'd ask me to kill Reda, Vee, or Kakarot. Kakarot has made himself defenseless and both Reda and Vee are needed to call on Vree, who is the only one among us that can kill you." Vegeta smirked, bringing his arms down and going Super Saiyan 3 in a flash—it was clear he had spent a lot of time training. "Hell, I might not be able to kill you, but I sure am going to make sure I mess you up good!"

Trunks blinked; his father was serious, even if he knew that Psyfoam was pretty much unbeatable, which was proved by the evil being's laugh. "You sure have changed from what I remember, Vegeta." His grin showed his evil. "I don't have time for you; I have revenge to accomplish."

Revenge on whom? And how? Trunks spun around quickly as the answer leaped into his thoughts. A bead of sweat formed and dripped down his face when he felt his sword vibrate in his hands. Luckily, Psyfoam wasn't putting enough power behind his punch to break the clear metal. Reda and Vee...that's who. And he must know about Reda and me or why else would he come here? Trunks gulped, feeling a harsh pain in his gut in the next second.

In a hard, quick flash his sword was snatched right out of his hands and he stood there watching Psyfoam's tails come out from the sides of his cloak. He jumped up as if in slow motion, but the black tails went whooshing by his ears in the air and he knew he was caught. In another blink Trunks was sweating heavily as he stared up into the dreadful fluorescent eyes of his worst nightmare, hardly able to breathe at all, hanging with his feet 3ft. above the ground. The pain in his stomach turned into nervous butterflies.

This is the end, as I know it. Oh Dende, Reda don't get trapped because of me. Please don't come here alone.

Psyfoam's grin sent a shiver down his back. "Trunks, she's already on her way."

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Reda: (running toward West City) Trunks! I can feel it...Trunks is losing energy fast. Psyfoam, you bastard! Leave Trunks out of...Wait...(Concentrates) I feel Trunks, Vegeta, and Psyfoam. Where'd the other two go? It was Frieza and Cell, but where...(Suddenly stops, turns around and looks with worried, frightened eyes in the opposite direction). Goku!

(A/N: I beg for reviews now, lol!)