(A/N- Hello, everyone. Kahn-vict here. Remember me? Yeah, I'm back, finally. My computer crashed not too long after I wrote my last chapter, and before that I received a crushing flame from some girl…but hey, I can't please everyone, huh? Especially after weighing that one with the 30 something I got from other people saying they liked it…but anyway.

On another note, I got onto and saw that other people had started writing their own DBZ/animorph crossover. . . and as far as I know mine was the first. So, hey, maybe I started something, eh? Prolly giving myself a little too much credit, but moving right along. . .

Enjoy this long, LONG overdue installment, ladies and gents. After 12 hours of English courses in college, perhaps the content will be a little bit better. And please, review me if you see anything that doesn't make any sense, or if you have a suggestion. Enjoy!

Chapter 10

Cassie

HOOOOONK!

"There, girl, calm down. Good girl."

The female goose was a feisty one, she was. Daddy had found her below a tree, with a busted head. I gave her the meds and put her back into her cage.

Ah, that's the last of the meds, I thought to myself. I sat down for a bit on a crate, to think. In this new turn of events, where would we, the Animorphs fit in? I honestly wanted to help Trunks in any way possible, but with the new hosts the Yeerks had it seemed anything but.

I replaced all the equipment that I had been working with and began walking out of the barn. As I walked past the gate, I heard a clearing of a throat.

" I suppose you enjoy this sort of thing."

I screamed and turned around, ready for Armageddon. What I saw instead was Trunks leaning against the barn wall with a leery smile on his face.

"Oh, you, you. . .PERSON!" I chided him playfully. " What are you doing out here in the back forty?"

"Watching you," he said as he stood up straight and placed his arms behind his head in a folded position. "And wondering how you Animorphs lead a double life. I mean, in my dimension, we have nothing to hide about who we are, even though most of the time my friends and I actually get ridiculed for saving the planet."

I reached behind him and closed the barn door. "Difficult wouldn't begin to describe it. If we slip up one time, say one thing to our enemies that gives us away, we're done. We risk our lives daily, it seems, yet we still have to play the part of normal teens. And what about you? Surely training your body and mind from the day you were born can't exactly be fun."

"Different ways of looking at different worlds, I guess," Trunks concluded. "We both have our hardships. If we didn't, we'd be no different than anyone else."

"Somedays, I wish I were like anyone else," I said.

Trunks looked like he had something to say, but held back. I sensed there was MUCH more to him than he lets on. I decided to tell him about our first mission as a team.

"Trunks, Jake has decided that we need to look into Visser Three's new morph. We have allies that have infiltrated the Yeerk army, but right now they're not yielding any information about it. They have, however, pinpointed a business that is overrun with Yeerks in a town not too far from here."

"Ah, Jake," Trunks said, " I think I might like him. He basically gushes leadership. So, what is the name of this fine business you speak of?"

"Gateway Computers."

"Huh," Trunks said. "I guess that one never made it in my dimension."

I giggled inwardly. Marco's dad is an engineer, meaning that Marco gets all the newest computer goodies from his dad's office. He hadn't been informed yet of the name of the business, and I had a feeling he'd have a field day with it.

"Gateway? GATEWAY?" Marco snorted. " No surprise there. No wonder it's falling to pieces."

Everyone, including Trunks, had assembled in the barn a few hours after Trunks and I had had our conversation. And, just like I expected, Marco was going nuts.

" The Chee have confirmed that not only have the Yeerks established somewhat of a minibase at Gateway, they are also using the business to forward their own agenda economically," Jake reported.

" So, let's blow it up! It'd be especially easy with our new firepower!" Racheal, of course, flashing a devious grin at Trunks .

"Why not," Marco agreed. " Their computers suck anyway."

Actually, Marco, I have seen the specifications on your computer, and I have concluded that it is inferior to a newer model of the Gateway computer. Why do they name it Gateway? Ax asked.

Marco turned beat red and pouted, but said nothing.

"There there, poor baby," I teased him gently.

"People, let's stay on track here," Jake said. "We actually don't need to blow it up, not yet anyway. The Chee have informed us that information on Visser Three's morph is located there. Origin, description, abilities, everything. Why he hasn't used it against us yet, we don't know. And we are going to find out.

Jake turned to our newest ally. "Trunks, this is going to be a covert operation. Do you possess any abilities that would help us break in to this business?"

Trunks ran a hand through his lavender hair, as if he was thinking. I knew he had a few tricks up his sleeve.

"Yeah, I have a few abilities you might like."

Jake got a wicked grin on his face and rubbed his hands together. "OK then, let's plan this. We strike tonight."

Well, boys and girls, I have finally come out of my long, long retirement. I plan to be updating pretty normally until I knock this thing out. Please review, for I am open to any suggestions on making this a better fic. Thank you for your time, and I hope you stay with me on this.

-Kahn-vict