AN: hey! Listen up, I'm posting chapters 19-26, and that's all of this story. It'll be a while, but I'll soon post An Ongoing Destiny, which has the details of GT in it. You're probably confused about that, but you'll see! On with Altered Destiny!

Chapter 19: Evacuation

"Ladies and gentlemen, the State Army has ordered an evacuation of all citizens from all major cities." Gen. Hendricks began, "The Red Ribbon Army has returned. Dr. Gero, the Red Ribbon Army's top scientist, was found dead two days ago, killed by his own creations. He created two androids, 17 and 18, who are the cause of North City's destruction. I now turn this over to a colleague of mine, Katrin. I ask that you please hold all questions until she has finished speaking."

Gen. Hendricks stepped back and let me take my place in front of the microphones.

"H-" the microphones squealed, so I stepped back for a moment and replanted my feet. "Sorry, Hello ladies and gentlemen. My name is Katrin, and I'm was asked to stress the importance of this evacuation. This isn't like a storm warning evacuation, this is certain death if you dismiss it. Not one person was left alive in the destruction of North City, and I know this because I was there after 17 and 18 were finished.

"I arrived at North City two days ago, shortly after the disaster was over. I went there with six of my closest friends to try to stop 17 and 18. They were Krillen, Yamcha, Tien-shinhan, Choazu, Son Gohan, and Vegeta. Unfortunately, Gohan and I were the only two who made it out alive." I paused, steadying myself, "These brave men were earth's greatest fighters, I assure you. It was only by the hand of fate that they didn't kill me."

"What makes you the expert?" someone in the audience asked.

"Again, I ask you to hold your questions." Gen. Hendricks reminded.

"No, it's alright, I'll answer that," I removed my jacket to show the 22 brand on my arm, "Dr. Gero abducted me over a year ago and transformed into a cyborg, which he named Android 22. I was able to escape, but I learned how powerful 17 and 18 were up close.

"Dr. Gero infused Dextryte into most of my body. My left arm was completely transformed into a mechanical monstrosity." I pressed the sides of my wrist to show the Dextryte and wiring, "17 and 18 are completely made from Dextryte, like this. They are much more powerful than I am at the moment. They were able to destroy an entire city within a few hours, so when they are ready they'll go on to another city. Gen. Hendricks and the rest of the State Army will be in charge of the evacuation, and before I turn the floor over for questioning, I'll stress one final point. 17 and 18 aren't human anymore. They killed those people for fun, including my best friends. They are unpredictable, intelligent, and ruthless. They won't spare anyone unless they get bored. I believe pictures have been shown of 17 and 18. They may look like teens, but they're not human anymore. Do not trust them or underestimate them. Now, if are there any questions, Gen. Hendricks will take the floor."

Before I finished the statement hands were waving and voices calling out. I went back stage and waited, but I wasn't needed any longer. Gen. Hendricks dismissed me and I teleported home.

Gohan, Chi-chi, Bulma, Trunks and I were going to live at Ox King's castle until the androids were gone. It was far from any city, so we'd be safe.

I was packing when I found my old Sayjin armor. I would have cried if I could have. It was the same model and color as Vegeta's, the reason I picked it out on Namek.

Vegeta, Goku, Tien, Krillen, Choazu, Yamcha, Piccolo, Kami, I'm so sorry I let you down. If only I was stronger… if only I had thought out my plan better… if only Goku was here…

There was a knock at the door that brought me out of my depressing thoughts. Bulma opened the door.

"Katrin, would you come with me? I want to show you something." She started to turn to leave before I could give her an answer.

I placed the armor on the bed and followed Bulma down the hall. Whatever it was, she must have thought it important if she stopped moving computer hardware to the moving truck.

We went out the door, out toward the Gravity machine.

"Bulma, where are you taking me?"

"Right here," she said, pointing to a little cabin built next to the gravity machine, "That was Vegeta's room. I haven't been able to bring myself into going inside. When the androids come through here they'll wreck everything, and I thought something of Vegeta's should be saved. Go on in and take anything you like. I know he'd want you to."

"Yeah, he would, wouldn't he?" I sighed. Bulma turned to go in, but I could tell she was still very upset by all this. Vegeta was her mate, they Bonded and they had a son together. That's not something so easy to get over.

I opened the door and walked in. It was tiny, only room for a futon and an old trunk in the corner. I was timid to go in, almost hearing Vegeta's angry cries for trespassing, but then I remembered he was gone. His scent was still so strong in here, even after months of vacancy. The last time he was anywhere near the city unsupervised was when I was abducted.

I saw holes in the floor caused by night terrors along with blast marks in the ceiling and walls. Even after all this time he was still having nightmares about Frieza, but I guess that makes since. I still have nightmares about him, too, and Frieza did nothing to me compared to what he did to Vegeta.

I went over to the trunk and got on my knees. I opened it and found trinkets from various planets, but not very many.

The first thing I examined was an old Scouter. As I examined it I read an inscription:

To my beloved son, Prince Vegeta, for your 7th birthday. I wish you well on all your journeys and in your battles.

Love, Mom

That was something I had to keep for Vegeta. It had to mean a lot to Vegeta if he had kept it all these years.

There is so much I don't know about Vegeta. There is so much I never got to learn about the others as well. I called them my best friends, but I didn't really know Yamcha, Tien, and Choazu. I knew some, but not as much as I should have, or could have.

I fought with all of them, and Krillen and Piccolo were closer to me than the others, I guess. I remember playing victim to Garlic jr. all those few years ago. That was only four years ago. Before that we fought on Namek, and before that I fought Vegeta. I did decently against him, too. I'm going to miss them so much.

Sometimes I wish I never came here. Sometimes I wish I came here sooner. But the thing for certain is that I wish I were never made into a cyborg.

Of course, then I would never have met ALOCS.

I continued looking through the trunk and I found something that looked like a floppy disk. I examined it and saw a small button on one side. I flipped it over and pressed the button.

"This is Prince Vegeta of the Sayjin race speaking," It was an audio recording, and a hologram of Vegeta popped up, standing in his usual arms-crossed pose, "and if you are listening to this, then I am afraid that I am no longer of this dimension. I created this message shortly after my son, Trunks, was born. This message is only to be listened to if I am not returning to life, because I know that there are only two people on this planet who give a damn about me. Bulma, my mate, and Katrin, my protege. I have no regrets in calling these earth women by their proper titles. I love Bulma, but I'm afraid to get close to her. I made many enemies in my time, and I do not wish her harm. She has no idea I care so much for her. And I also… I don't know if I could return her love. That is something a warrior does not know how to do.

"Katrin is a very skilled fighter, for a third class female." Why did he have to add that? "I know this by first hand experience. I fought against her five years ago, and she was very skilled, though weaker than I was at the time. Since then I have seen her grow in strength, ability, and courage. I had never met anyone who could stare me down until I met her. I have no doubt that she can obtain the Super Sayjin transformation. I have thought of making her my son's paladin, to be his guardian in case I die before he is crowned prince. She is the only remaining Sayjin now since Kakorot's death two years ago, and I have taught her the most vital things about being a Sayjin, even if she doesn't realize it yet. Though I renounced Trunks' title as Sayjin prince, I can no longer deny that he is of my royal blood, even if it is mixed with human blood. I will reinstate his title soon, and Katrin will become temporary Sayjin princess, should I die, until he is of the age of 11.

"If Katrin is ever found, I hope it's while I live. I've searched for her but haven't been able to find her. She's been gone for three months now, and I'll admit that I'm worried I'll never see her again."

He had worried about me. He did care after all. I was worried I was only being his fanatic, not protege.

"Whoever finds this needs to give a few messages for me. Tell Bulma I love her very much, though I haven't shown it or said it, I do. When you live the life I lived, getting close to someone is harder than battle. Truthfully, I loved her and cherished our time together. I was ready to kill her loser boyfriend, Yamcha, the night she found out he had been continuously cheating on her. She didn't deserve that. It was then that I realized I had feelings for her, and that next night we Bonded. Bulma, I love you. There, I finally said it."

He smirked, but it wasn't his usually smirk. It was like a sad smile. He put his arms down as he began again.

"Next, tell Katrin that she was one of the best Sayjin fighters I ever met. I know that there is the possibility that my death will bring upon her transformation, and I wouldn't want it any other way. If she was only a little stronger, then she would be my rival along with Kakorot. Katrin may be a little odd, but if my death amounts to anything, I hope it's the Super Sayjin transformation for her.

"Last, to my son, Trunks. Just tell him about me truthfully. I don't want him growing up thinking I'm a hero like Kakorot, because I am not. I'm a person who goes through life hated by everyone. Everyone except Kakorot, Katrin, Trunks, and Bulma. I may be able to grow to love the runt, but for now all I can see is that: a runt.

"To whoever finds this recording, please deliver these messages. I would rest easier knowing that these three knew how I really felt about them. This is Prince Vegeta, departed from this dimension to live out the afterlife in HFIL."

The image disappeared, and once more I would have cried if I had the ability. I watched and listened to the image again.

"I'll tell Bulma and Trunks, Vegeta. Though I think they already knew. God, I pray to you, something I rarely do since arriving here, please let Vegeta's soul go to heaven, or Otherworld, but not hell or HFIL. He wasn't the best, but he doesn't deserve that. Please let my hero rest in peace."

The invisible tears rolled down my cheeks. I could almost feel them, but it was only an illusion. If I did cry, it would be those painful Dextryte tears I made fall because of the deaths of all my friends.

I set the disk aside and went on. I burrowed through the knick-knacks Vegeta had collected over the years and found a journal, black cover and yellow letters that had his name on it. I flipped through the pages, and found one that was written on the same date as the day he died, only 16 years earlier. It was information of the super Sayjin legend and what happened to him that particular time. He had returned from a mission, the one I remembered from the show, where he and Nappa and Raditz had returned from a mission and Frieza mocked them for the time it took them to do the job.

I also sat that aside. So far I had his journal, Holo-message, and Scouter, but I felt like I needed something else, like I was meant to find one more thing.

That's when I found it. At first all it was just a plain black box. At first I almost overlooked it, but then I picked it up and examined it.

I opened it and saw a blue and green pendant, meant for a necklace or pinning. I recognized it as the same stone that King Vegeta had on when Frieza killed him.

This must be a royal family coat-of-arms or something. I saw it with Vegeta's dad, and now I see him with one in his possession. This is what I need, I'll give this to Trunks when he reaches 11 years old, as Vegeta said.

I gathered the belongings of my Prince and headed back inside to finish gathering my own belongings so I could go to Ox King's castle. I figured that was the best place to go to stay safe from 17 and 18, and Chi-chi, Gohan, and Bulma agreed.

I got to my room and placed the items in my bag, and continued packing away my things. I got finished and noticed the armor again.

Son Katie is dead and Katrin takes her place. I am no longer Katie or Android 22, but a Sayjin with a purpose: to avenge my prince and lost friends, and to protect the remaining ones. It doesn't matter now that I'm part machine or that I was raised human, all that matters is that the blood running through my veins is still that of a Sayjin warrior.

I ripped off the Android uniform and replaced it with the armor. For now, that would do.

I kept Vegeta's Holo-disk out, and once I finished packing I found Bulma. I showed it to her and we watched it together. Then we cried together, though my tears were only fantasized.

I said it once and I'll keep saying it. Damn Gero to HFIL and back! May he rot in a cell with the Ginyu force, with those goons wearing thongs!

Once we were ready I teleported us to Ox King's castle, where we'd live until the androids were destroyed.

I brought along an empty laptop computer so I could rescue ALOCS. I liked him, and I made him a promise. I wasn't about to break another promise to a friend.

I teleported to Fort Daito and made sure to come out of the Void inside ALOCS's room.

"Katrin, is that you?" ALOCS asked.

"Yes, I returned to rescue you, like I promised."

"Thank you, Katrin. My circuits calculated only a 30 chance of your return, but I hoped you'd come." I went over to the port he opened for me.

"I don't break my promises. And I won't let anyone else down."

"That does not compute. Who have you let down in the past?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Error, if you did not want to talk, you would not have said anything about the subject. Your unconscious desire to-"

"Yeah, I get it. Alright," I started the downloading process, "Dr. Gero turned me into a cyborg about a year ago, and the day before yesterday his other creations killed six of my closest friends. I couldn't stop android 17 or 18."

"…I'm sorry." ALOCS said. I started the download.

"So am I. They were only in danger because me of. About 4 weeks ago I escaped Gero, and while 17 and 18 ran wild your army buddies held me captive to study me. But they know nothing about me, nothing at all." I sneered.

"You better hurry, someone is coming this way."

"Almost done, just a moment longer. There!" the screen went blank on the large monitor, and the laptop screen lit up.

"Its small in here, and empty too." ALOCS said.

"We can worry about that later, right now we're out of here."

The door began to open, but before anyone saw me I teleported back to Mt. Frying Pan. ALOCS would live with me as long as he wanted.