I don't own DBZ, blah, blah, blah. This is my second story, but this one is before the Androids came. Actually it is my version of the Cell Saga. This is kind of a what if? What if Goku had brought the antidote to the battle and stopped the virus before it got out of control. This is again an Alternate Universe. Anyway, before I start, I'm going to write you the top ten questions I have about DBZ, see if you can answer them:
1. Why doesn't Krillen have a nose?
2. Why is Goku afraid of needles?
3. Why does Tien have a third eye?
4. Why is Chousu a clown?
5. Why can't Namekians grant eternal life, if they can create dragons that can?
6. Why didn't someone check up on "Kakarott" sooner if someone was waiting to buy the planet?
7. Why do the Z-fighters tolerate Oolong, Puar, and Chousu?
8. What happened to Launch?
9. Why does Vegeta's hair change colors from red to black? Why doesn't Napa have hair?
10.What is with Gohan wearing glasses in GT? He definitely doesn't have eye problems.
Sorry, those are some things I've been wondering. I've also been wondering if someone really did change Goku's readings as a baby. It seems like I've heard that somewhere before.
Anyway, now to start.
Prologue
The creature watched its video screen carefully. It watched the Saiyan creature carefully as the screen replayed the saiyan's battle with the mighty Freiza. He saw the saiyan once again explode into golden power, and the creature grew angry. Before this transformation, it might have been able to defeat the saiyan, but now there was no chance. The creature growled in frustration, and its sister came to see what it was doing.
"Oh, your watching that again, are you?" she growled shoving her bear-like muzzle in the way of the screen. "Listen, brother, all hope is not lost."
"What are you talking about," he growled, "our buyer refuses to buy the planet unless we rid it of all creatures that are stronger than 1000, and now that the Saiyan is over 10,000,000! There is no chance we will be able to defeat it."
She shook her head sadly and laughed at him. "Silly brother, you forgot your secret weapon."
"Oh, and what's that?" he asked, looking at her suspiciously.
"Me."
"You?" he guffawed, "you are barely 500,000!"
She smiled and said, "Yes. But remember brother. I also am an extreme authority in the field of biotechnology. And in the study of...viruses."
He looked at her, and slowly a smile stole over his bear-like muzzle. "This might be fun yet," he said.
