Here's the next chapter, and the next one will be coming fast, so pay attention. Finally, there is some action!

Thanks to my reviewers:

animeprincess1452 - Well, it would kinda be stupid for him to wish to be Saiya-jin, being he already is half...so a monkey seemed logical. And I guess you wouldn't want one, but that's okay, since you don't need one. That and it's good you know my writing style, since you have been around all the time.

Chibi Goten-chan - Wow...never in my life has someone left me so many reviews at once! I love that you are getting so into my story, and some of the stuff you are saying in your reviews really make a lot of sense, like some of the stuff I am saying in my story are actually getting through to you people! Oh yeah, and about him possibly having feelings for David (David-kun ), that is what the next chapter is for!

KitsuneAkai13 - Yep, little Jaky sure is cute isn't he? Well, I am guessing you have been getting the same idea as Goten-chan up there in thinking that there is something going on between our two male friends, and now you will read this chapter and find out what those feelings mean...

It's shota time!!! Wait...did I say that out loud...? Heh, heh, pretend I didn't say that, and just read the next chapter, okay?

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Chapter 2: December 4, 2002 - The Invasion

They were coming, not just to Earth, but here in my own city right on top of me, and I didn't know if anything could possibly stop them, not even me. None of the TVs in the school worked anymore; come to think about it nothing that had used electricity worked anymore. It seemed that something was just generally wrong about the world, and I feared that the reason they were coming here was because of me, if I could feel those evil aliens, so perhaps they could feel me too.

All the girls complained about how cold it was while the wind blew across the campus and everybody talked about basically nothing. It was, at least on the surface, just like any other normal December day around those parts, but it was not the same to me, maybe, because I knew what was coming.

I saw it, but nobody else did, as the aliens moved across the planet, leaving a path of destruction, to say the least, but they were still moving fast, according to the media, and they would probably be here soon. I was surprised that we had to go to school, when everybody knew the world would end at any moment, but we did, and it no longer mattered anymore. And yet, I still wondered how many more must die before this particular day was done. I watched the news, and so did my mother, I guess she really does care for me, in a way, as she told me I should stay at home instead of attending school, not that I was any safer there, so I figured it was best to just go, and try to live my life as normally as possible.

But that was in the morning, now it was midday and I could feel their evil glancing just north of the school I stood rooted in. I couldn't possibly fathom why people all over refused to believe that it was even happening, refused to believe that they were about to be killed by hostile aliens and that it wasn't just some farcical skit set up by the media. Perhaps they were just in denial. And it wasn't even my fault, they were here already but I couldn't stop hating myself; it was my Ki extensions that had brought them here, my powering up, I knew. They had felt that and it had guided them to this part of the world like a beacon. I had to do something but-

"JAKE!?" Katharine's soft voice brought me out of my pitiful musings. "Are you even listening?" she asked of me, hands on her hips, looking forgotten.

Honestly I had not been, but I pried for a second into her head to figure out the important parts of what I was supposed to be listening to.

"Yes..." I answered slowly, still trying to put the pieces together.

"Then what did I just say?" she asked suspiciously.

Ha! I have you there! I thought proudly.

"You were talking about your Chemistry exam next period," I responded.

"No," she started, narrowing her eyes at me. "I was talking about those aliens...I was kinda thinking about my Chemistry exam though..."

She leaned in closer to me, staring, as if to study her own reflection in my obsidian eyes. It felt a little uncomfortable.

"How did you know that?" she asked of me, before she suddenly went flying towards me and I sidestepped out of the way by pure reaction alone.

"Rats! I almost made her kiss you!" said David, trying to push me into her.

After giving a short look toward Katharine, sprawled out on the grass looking dazed, I was very tempted to punch David in the face for that last offence, but a gentle reminder from the Voice told me I would probably kill the idiot. So I just gave him a "soft" shove towards a nearby security guard which resulted in a collision and poor David being hauled off towards the principal's office as I had planned. As much as I liked him-

Loved him...

-he still managed to get on my nerves quite often and I took pleasure in knowing that I had inconvenienced him for the moment, if nothing more.

I looked around, feeling all the more uneasy, as I took in the general feelings of the people around me; I seemed to have a good reading on their emotions as well as their thoughts. And at the time I sensed an increasing number of people in the immediate area growing restless and frightened. Something was going on, I was sure of it.

The Voice spoke softly then in my head, 'Don't worry, if you don't succeed right away things will right themselves in time.'

I knew something was about to happen, but what? I wanted to ask the Voice for help, but he wouldn't give it. He said he had told me just what I needed to know, and no more and I could feel my heart growing heavy, and I knew I must walk the rest of this path alone, even though I wasn't exactly sure why. I looked up, wishing I could see him.

My ancestor.

My predecessor.

My god.

I didn't want him to go away, and I begged him not to forever abandon my thoughts, but he stayed firm. He said he had done enough for this world, and that I knew all I needed to, and that he wanted no more than for me to do my part on my own, as he had once done, all those years before.

His last words to me echo in my mind ever so.

'Farewell my young Kalltorraiya-jin, never forget your destiny, and never compromise what you hold to be right.'

The silence was almost deafening as my thoughts started working on their own for the first time again.

That's when it happened.

There was never any warning, only the light of explosions around us, and the low booms that came with them. At once, half the school's students started running in all directions scattering kids and lunches every which way. I stopped to rescue a small freshman from being trampled but everyone stopped whatever they were doing when an enormous explosion rose from the East.

I felt many lives stop and many Kis erased shortly before the flash of light came, lighting up the horrified faces around the school. I wondered briefly for a second on why psychic sense traveled faster than light, before forgetting to care and concentrating on finding my friends while the general feeling in the school grounds went from panic to complete, utter and hopeless panic. I ran into a few people before finding Katharine.

"What's going on?" she yelled over the din, with a slight hitch in her voice.

"It's them. They are the ones who-" I started to say, but then I stopped.

I stopped when I suddenly felt something, like some particular presence, but in all the chaos I couldn't figure out which one. I searched through the files in my heart trying to match the Ki with a name. In an instant it came, and I was no longer confused as to why I felt it from many miles away.

That Ki signature belonged to my mother. I stood confused as to the meaning of it all, puzzling over it as the people ran around me and several other explosions rocked the ground beneath my feet. Now that my mother was dead I no longer had any kin, I was alone in this world...and a long buried memory chose that moment to surface...

It was so many years ago, and those events that had passed had forever changed me, for better and for worse. It had to have been in early 1995, maybe, in fact that would make perfect sense, I was around ten or eleven then. Yes. That was it, since it was just a few days after David's ninth birthday, which meant I was ten and a few months. That was the day that I would never forget, the day I lost my sense of purpose in life.

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The sun had shined really bright that day, I remember, I was leaving to go over to David's house, since I had little better to do.

"Hi mommy! How are ya'?" I rattled out as I tossed my empty cereal bowl into the sink.

"Just fine dear," she responded. "Where's the fire? You going somewhere?"

I was already halfway out the door when I looked back.

"No, just over to David's," I answered quickly, before running across the street to my friend's house without listening for a response.

I rang the doorbell and stood for a moment, waiting for an answer.

"Hello?" came the voice from David's father.

"It's just me! Jake!" I said, wanting to get inside as soon as I could.

"Ok, I'll tell him you're here," he said slowly, as always.

I ran inside and found David, sleeping peacefully on his bed. Perfecting a plan in my mind in a few seconds, I snuck over, careful to step over the stuff lying on the floor until I was right next to him. Gathering a big breath, I leaned down close and yelled: "WAKE UP!" right into his ear as loud as I could. He about hit the ceiling, and when he came down he just grinned at me and tried to look like I hadn't scared him.

"Hey Jake, what'cha doin'?" he asked, sitting up.

"Nothin', just thought I'd come here and we could do somethin' fun," I said, sitting down next to my friend and scooting closer to him.

He wasted no time in giving me a playful push, and, when I pushed back, he dove on top of me and tried to wrestle me to the floor. But I was too strong, and after knocking over a lamp with my foot, managed to roll off the bed and pin him underneath me on his back.

"Hey, no fair. You cheated!" he complained, trying to wriggle out from under me.

"I did not," I said plainly.

"Did too."

"Did not."

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too cheat. Did too an' you know it!"

"Aw shuddup, I got you fair-and-square an' you know it!"

"Will you just get off'a me?" he said finally, getting me to roll off his stomach and lay down on the floor next to him.

"I'm sorry about that, I forgot you hate losing all the time," I said finally, breaking the uncomfortable quiet in the room.

David sighed, crossing his arms and saying: "Yeah, I know."

We lay there for a time, just thinking to ourselves, not needing to speak and feeling comfortable so near to each other. Eventually, he moved over, closer to me, and I rolled over on my side to face him, smiling as I watched him chew on a yellow Lego piece. He spit it out and stared back at me, the smile on his face growing too, and he lunged forward to jump on top of me, laughing as I let him keep me pinned on the floor. Now that he had won for once, his mood improved and he stood up, smiling broadly as he walked to the door and shut it, before walking back to me and sitting down, his back against the dresser as mine was. No words were needed, as both of us understood what the other was thinking, and our hands roamed freely, without inhibition, as our clothes came off and we climbed underneath the covers. Forgetting completely about his parents being home, we frolicked in the bed, laughing and playing, stopping only for short moments to touch each other some more. It was so warm under the blankets, stuffy too, and our heavy breathing and sweat from our naked little bodies didn't help matters. His hands felt good on me; and his mouth even better, and I gave him some pleasure too, once it was my turn. We never paid attention to the time when we did this, we just kept going until we were tired of it or our bodies gave out, whichever came first, and we put our clothes back on over our damp skin and got out of bed to play more.

After a time, we went out into the living room and watched a little TV, careful to avoid his mother as we snuck out together a little later into the bathroom. Whether she might have noticed us didn't matter nearly as much as how much of a thrill it was, how much fun it was to be doing things in there that we weren't supposed to be doing, touching each other where our parents told us we should never touch, and just how good it felt. Just being around him was nice, and I knew besides everything else that he felt the same way about me, too.

Night began to fall, and I wondered where my dad and David's dad had gone to, and why they were so late in coming home. But I quickly forgot about that, snuggling deeper into the couch cushions, feeling my friend's comfortably warm shape next to me. He shifted in place as I wrapped an arm around his neck and rested his head on my shoulder. I listened for a moment as he started snoring softly, thinking for a moment that I should wake him again, before yawning loudly and realizing that I was sleepy too.

I don't know how long I slept, I just know that I was awakened and felt really tired, David was there too, and his mom was saying stuff. The next thing I knew, we were in the car, driving somewhere, and way too fast. We got out of the car, and David walked next to me as we tried to keep up with his mom; we were in the hospital parking lot, and I didn't know why. We got inside, and the lights were very bright. I looked over to see David rubbing his eyes, yawning again, before his mom dragged him across the floor and I followed them. We walked into a white room with a curtain and some strange beeping machines, where there was a TV and a bed, and there was David's dad too. He had some bandages on his arm, and what looked like white band-aids on his forehead, and he and David and his mom hugged. I stood in the doorway, not sure about what was going on, and tried to hear what they were talking about. I heard a few little things, like that my dad was with him at some car show, and something blew up, and a lot of people got hurt and stuff, nothing too important. But then they started talking about me, and something they had to tell me, and David's mom started to cry. David walked over and hugged me, and I hugged back, still confused. I asked him what was up and he started to cry too, holding me tighter as he told me the news.

"Your daddy's dead."

I tried not to look into the coffin; it just made my heart hurt, and the speech that the priest was giving didn't make any sense. My dad wasn't a great man, he didn't help the world or anything like that, if anything he was always at work, and I never really got to see him. He didn't even have that symbol on my finger, like I did. I didn't even know if he ever once said he loved me, or ever took me fishing or to see a baseball game, or any of that stuff that daddies are supposed to do with their sons. I didn't know what they called what they did with him, just that they put him and the coffin into something like an oven and burned it and put what was left into some stupid jar.

The jar sat over the fireplace for a few days until we went on a boat to throw the ashes inside of it into the water. It was really cold and rainy when we did that, and David came too, trying to comfort me. I don't even know why we did that, just my mom said that's what my dad wanted to happen when he died. I didn't talk at all the entire time, I just didn't want to.

I think more than a month passed before I started talking to anyone but my friend, and the first few nights after he slept over at my house because I was scared, crawling into bed with me and holding me whenever he could because it made me feel better. I wasn't mad at anything or sad that my dad was dead, just confused. Confused as to why my life was the way it was, confused as to why that stupid symbol sat on my finger laughing at me every day because I didn't know why it was there, just plain confused. I eventually started talking normally again, so much that a person who didn't know any better would think I was just another boy.

But I was certainly different. My emotions were dulled, my demeanor roughened, and my faith in all goodness in this world was almost destroyed. Suffice to say I was changed forever, hardened somehow, but still, and almost ever so, confused.

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Confused. That was the best way to put the feeling, then as well as now. As I stood there, the world around me closed off, I noticed nothing but my own thoughts.

Damn them, damn them all. I won't let them get away with this, killing men and women and children like nothing but trash, I thought.

The sounds of screaming and running and panic brought me sharply back to reality, shocking me with all its cruel painfulness. I was scarcely aware of what was happening when it was too late to do anything about it; the aliens flew past and were less than a second from destroying the entire city. I did the only thing I could think of to do. I concentrated and used that dammed Ki, which got me into this whole mess, shaking the ground and lifting a few small rocks into the air with my power.

They stopped dead in their tracks, obviously they had sensed that. They turned and, in a particular order, they landed on the ground in the middle of the lunch area. One of the aliens blew up a tree that was in their way and they all touched down less than fifty feet in front of me. The noise stopped and everyone was silent as they gathered in a loose crowd to stare at the aliens standing there.

They looked dangerous, and I somehow wondered how many I might be able to kill before I was destroyed myself.

I hoped my power would be enough.

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This one was a little short, and the next one will be too, because if I hadn't split them up, it would have been a 5,000 word chapter ! So that means two things for me, one, that my chapters are getting way too long, and two, that the next chapter will be ready to go in just a day or so since it's already written. That means just one thing for you people: review!!! Thank you.