TnT

Disclaimer: -- Wishes she owned Dragonball Z, but sadly, she doesn't. T.T

Thunder: Well now you get to find out what happend to Tazzin!

Tazzin: Well good! It's about time I came back int ot he picture for good.

Thunder: Oh, hey Aniki!

Tazzin: 'Sup.

Goten: Uh-oh. Don't let Trunks know Tazzin's here.

Trunks: Don't let me know wha-TAZZIN!

Thunder: Too late. .

Tazzin: Trunks! There you are you heartless cod!

Trunks: Heartless- What did you call me, you slimy two-faced bass wipe!

Tazzin: You heard me! Buzz off, loser! Thunder's mine! steps in front of Thunder protectively

Thunder: Hey, now. please don't fight! .

They continue arguing>

Goten: Nothing you can do will stop it. It's inevitable. They both like you and they'll fight over you to the death.

Thunder: Whaaaaat! O.O

Trunks & Tazzin: GOTEEEEEEN!

Goten: Uh, heh heh... Enjoy your reading! >>runs away>

"Come back here, you!"

When Tazzin had teleported off of the exploding island, he had reappeared on the island his house was built on. The ground was shaking there, too because of how close it was to the main island, but no damage was done. Tazzin had slowly walked into his house and sat at his kitchen table where he too had cried. Even though he had barely known the young girl, he had grown to like her happy-go-lucky yet powerful warrior-like personality.

He didn't think he'd miss his father, but his tears were shed for him as well. He really missed his mother the most, though. She was a kind lady, she was only doin what her husband made her. Tazzin hated his dad for pushing around his mother and hit himself for not having the courage to stop him himself.

The next couple days were odd for Tazzin. He didn't have to go do his father's bidding or work in his father's building, so he didn't really have anything to do. He'd gather fruit from the trees on his island, do housework, and walk the beach everyday. About two weeks passed like this until one fateful day.

Tazzin was cutting a pinapple in the kitchen for lunch when his watch communicator buzzed him. He was startled and barely missed cutting his foot open when he dropped the knife he was using. He was hesitant to answer, but did anyway.

"H-hello? This is Tazzin."

"Sir Tazzin? Is that you? Are you alive?" He was relieved to find it was one of his buddies he used to work with under his father's rule.

"Well I'd hope so, if I'm talking to you."

"Haha very funny. Do you know how long it took to dig a comunicator off of what's left of this island?" he sounded annoyed.

"Well wouldn't you have thought to check my house for me? I thought that was a bit obvious."

"Tazzin!"

"Oh, alright! So why'd you call me, anyway? And do you mean to tell me there is still part of the island left?"

"That's right. And various parts of machinery can be recovered as well. We are contacting you, Tazzin, because you are to inherit your father's business. Once we rebuild, Pod Corp. will be yours!" Tazzin was surprised.

"Wait... you're telling me you guys are going to rebuild Pod Corp. and I'm going to be in charge!"

"...That is what I just said, isn't it? Listen, Tazzin, Capsule Corp. is going to get ahead of us drastically because of this. Our small back-up plant can only go on for so long to make them think nothing happened to us and we're still fighting, but we need you to oversee the projects and run things. You are at least twenty times smarter than your father was and can invent new things even faster! I think with you in charge, we can win the race to be bigger, better, and faster than Capsule Corp.!"

Tazzin was at a loss for words. Sure, he was one of the top inventors for his father's business and he could make better decisions, but was he really ready to run the entire business?

"Tazzin, you are the smartest kid I've ever known and if anyone can do this, you can!"

"Fine. I'll come over in a few minutes to inspect the damage and help you guys out, but I'm not guaranteeing I'll run the place or anything!"

"Understood, sir! We will be expecting your arrival!" The communicator shut off and Tazzin sighed. Well, he wouldn't have to worry about having nothing to do anymore. Plus he alwyas dreamed of becoming the head of Pod Corp. But that was all back when his father wasn't crazy and he was still only a small child with high hopes.

He shook off the memories before they came and ate part of the pinaple he had managed to cut before the call. He then rummaged around upstairs and found some things that might come in handy during the rebuilding and threw them into a bag. He ran back down the stairs, grabbed one last slice of pinapple, and ran outside. He went to the shore and started putting in the coordinates of his destination into this teleporter.

That's when he saw it.

Tazzin gasped in surprise when he saw a heap of tattered clothing lying on the beach just outside of the shoreline.

"It... It couldn't be..." He walked over to it slowly. When he was about five feet away, he could make out that it wasn't just a bundle of clothing but a human body. The body was the size of a child's and the clothing was a faded blue and orange color in different parts. The child had long black hair and was missing shoes. There was a tattered faded blue sash lying not a foot from one of the motionless hands.

Tazzin ran the remaining five feet and dropped to his knees next to the body, flipping it over so he could see its face.

It was! It was Thunder! He checked for a pulse: there was a pulse! he checked for breathing: she was breathing! Though her breathing was raspy and faint, and she had lost a lot of blood, she was still alive---Thunder was alive!

But she didn't have much time!