-----DISCLAIMER-----
Nina © Capcom
Clint, Alex, Jason, Vernon, Devin, Dusty, Dan © Themselves
Goku, Radditz, Vegeta, Piccolo, Juuanagou/#17, Mr. Buu © Akira Toriyama
Heero Yuy © Sotsu Agency Co. Ltd
Steve Williams, Dwayne Johnson © Themselves (Their ring names are © WWE)
Paula © Shigesto Itoi
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Part 2: A Rogue Cell of Problems
(August 29, 2001 A.D.; 12:30pm EST/9:30pm Tokyo Standard Time; Shibuya-ku; Tokyo, Japan: Konouenai Shinshoku)
After the group of eighteen 'Misfits' had entered the hotel, they had gone up to the service counter, and Clint, Alex, Jason, Devin, Vernon, Dan, Dusty and Nina had used their contest passes for their free-of-charge stay. However as predicted, Goku, Vegeta, Paula, #17, Piccolo, Heero, Stone Cold, The Rock, Mr. Buu and Radditz all had to pay for their rooms. The total had come to roughly 43,556 yen, or roughly 464 dollars. When presenting his money to the clerk, Stone Cold and the Rock asked about converting the money to yen.
The Clerk had pointed the two wrestlers over to an exchange ATM, where the two were able to take are of their problem. Given a 944 yen tip, the clerk had asked the 18 of them about which rooms to take. He told them that each normal room held two people. Paula and Nina immediately volunteered a room together, not wanting to worry about the males perving on them, such as potentially Vernon or Dan, or any other potential perverts among the other new Misfits. The two soon had gone off to their room, room 215 on the third floor, leaving the other 16 to bicker about who got to share a room with who.
After about 3 minutes of senseless bickering, Piccolo had wisely come up with the idea to draw straws. He had created 8 pairs of straw in the palm of his hand. Each pair was a different length. The shortest pair of straws was for the first room, and the longest pair for the last room. After the straw picking had finished, it had been decided. Devin and Mr. Buu had gotten room 32 on the first floor of the Hotel. Jason and Radditz had gotten room 49, also on the first floor. Dusty and Vegeta had ended up with room 103 on the second floor, much to Dusty's major worry.
Clint and The Rock ended up with room 106, not very far from Vegeta and Dusty, and also on the second floor. Dan and Piccolo had ended up with room 214 on the third floor, right across from Paula and Nina ironically. Heero and Stone Cold had ended up with room 226 on the third floor. Vernon and Goku had ended up with room 125 on the second floor, and Alex and #17 had gotten the last room, room 4, right near the lobby, and the closest to all the noise of the hotel, much to their dismay. Although some where disappointed in their picks, they soon parted ways from their rooms.
(August 29, 2001 A.D.; 1:05pm EST/10:05pm Tokyo Standard Time; Shibuya-ku; Tokyo, Japan: Konouenai Shinshoku, Room 32)
Devin and Mr. Buu had reached their room about 30 minutes ago. While Devin had a few things to put away, Mr. Buu immediately had gone and turned on the TV in their room. An episode of "Iron Chef" had been on when this had occurred, and Mr. Buu had immediately been captivated by it, and he was getting hungry.
"Buu hungry!" he whined.
"Go order for room service. Just don't overbuy food." Devin advised, not wanted to know how it would get under Stone Cold and The Rock's skin if the other 10 had spent too much on food.
Devin had decided that while Buu was doing his thing, that he would go in and take a small shower. Although we do not know all the details, Devin had gotten out after 10 to 15 minutes, drying off and only wearing a pair of boxer shorts, that he became witness to Buu with 3 trays of food at the foot of his bed. On the TV now was the anime called "FLCL", or Furi Kuri.
"Buu, how much did that all cost?" Devin asked, his eyes slightly perplexed at all the shiitake, sushi and even some pocky that he had seen on Buu's trays.
"3253 yen the man say." Buu replied. "That's about 35 dollars. Buu don't buy anymore for a while, okay?" Devin asked.
"Why not? Buu will need eat again when wake up." Buu replied.
"I mean tonight. I don't want Stone Cold Steve Austin and The Rock letting off steam at you. I can get as much as I want, and so can Clint, Alex, Vernon, Dan, Jason, Dusty and Nina, but the rest of you have to pay for what you get." Devin explained.
"Oh. Okie dokie!" Buu grinned and continued to eat.
Devin had looked at FLCL on TV, "What the hell are you watching?" he asked.
"FURI KURI!" Buu said loud and happily, "FURI KURI!"
("Shh! Quiet!") said a male voice from a room nearby, ("We're trying to sleep!")
"Sorry about that! I'll keep him calm!" Devin called back.
("Please do!") said a different voice, this one female, and then Devin and Buu heard a strange moan from behind the wall.
Devin sweatdropped, and Buu looked confused, "Why they so mad?" asked Buu.
"I take it you have no idea what hard love is." Devin replied.
"Me know love, but what 'hard' love?" Buu asked.
"I'll explain it when you're older." Devin joked, making Buu confused. Devin decided he was going to curl up in his bed, and put the pillow over his ears, in order to muffle out the unnecessary sounds of the room next to him. Buu merely went back to watching TV, and enjoying FLCL and his sushi meal.
(August 29, 2001 A.D.; 1:14pm EST/10:14pm Tokyo Standard Time; Shibuya-ku; Tokyo, Japan: Konouenai Shinshoku, Room 49)
Having gotten to their room, Jason had decided to put some of his belongings away in one corner of the room. Radditz just kinda drug himself over to the closest bed and plopped down in it, burying his face in the bed.
Jason looked over, surprised, "I thought Saiya-jin were a lively bunch?"
Radditz grumbled and turned his half covered face to Jason, "Usually we are, but if you haven't been listening, I had my ass kicked by Dodoria before I met you guys, and my body still needs to rest it off."
"Wait, you said your powerlevel was 30,000 or more right?" Radditz just nodded, a but irritated. "Then how could Dodoria defeat you? Zarbon I could possibly understand, but Dodoria maxed out at 22,000."
"He WAS 22,000 when he died on Namek at Vegeta's hands, but he and Zarbon, as well as the clown Ginyus got stronger from later training. Unfortunately, I still couldn't close the gap on any of them before they died, so Nappa and I were considered their punching bags. However Nappa vanished in the recent months for unknown reasons, and I got double the beatings from that fat pink piece of shit." Radditz growled.
"But if you came back to life, shouldn't you be healed anyways?" asked Jason.
"My BONES were healed, but I'm still badly bruised up and sore. I need to sleep it off." Radditz replied, "Now please just do your own thing, and let me sleep."
"Wait. Why didn't you just ask Goku, Vegeta or Piccolo for a Sensu bean?" Jason asked.
"A sensu what?" Radditz had never actually seen the sensu beans used, so he wasn't aware of their power.
"Sensu beans are if I remember right, a magical bean that when eaten, will basically heal the person completely. It also can fill an appetite for 10 days, or so it was said." Jason explained.
Radditz opened his eyes wide at that statement. "Um... I'll be right back. I need to find Kakarott or Vegeta and get one of these beans..." Radditz got off the bed, and ran quickly out of the door, to track down his younger brother, or Vegeta.
Jason sighed to himself, and like Devin, had decided to clean up, and took a long bath for around 30 minutes. After finishing up, he left the bathroom with his towel around his waist, noticing Radditz had been in the nearby bed, his head buried in the pillows, and Jason could tell he was asleep. Jason just decided he would get into his night clothes and after going back into the bathroom and doing so, crawled over into his bed and fell asleep as well.
(August 29, 2001 A.D.; 1:16pm EST/10:16pm Tokyo Standard Time; Shibuya-ku; Tokyo, Japan: Konouenai Shinshoku, Room 103)
Dusty and Vegeta had also made it to Room 103, and Dusty soon unpacked his belongings in a shelf near where he had picked out his bed. Vegeta looked around with a neutral expression, and decided while Dusty was looking around to get into the shower first, having been dusted up from his prior training session with Goku, the same one Alex had interrupted.
Vegeta thought intensely to himself about the turn of events as he was in the shower, and was almost in a distant glare at the wall as he though, That kid in my room, Dusty. He mentioned a voice told him that we were all supposed to band together to fight some great darkness. But exactly what could be a threat to either Kakarott, his son, or I anymore? Buu might be strong, but he's the good half. Few of those people have any kind of decent powerlevels. Most of them have somewhere under 11, Alex seemed to have roughly 8 or 9. The 'wrestlers' are stronger by a good deal... they feel to have around 100 for a powerlevel, but even to Kakarott's human friends, they're nothing. That Heero has something around a 60, even a lesser strength then the wrestlers. In fact, the only others people aside from Kakarott, the Namek, myself, Buu and Radditz are the two women. Both of them are actually giving off powerlevels that could threaten anyone in Frieza's old army, both seem to be near 1 million. Still compared to even #17, that's very minor. Radditz... he appears to be a 32,500 right now... and he's... wait why the hell's he coming to me!
Vegeta heard Dusty talking to someone, who he assumed was Radditz, outside the bathroom door.
"Hey, Vegeta, you busy?" Radditz's voice came through the door.
"What do you want, you fool! I'm in the showers!" Vegeta snarled, still a bit concerned about Radditz's allegiance.
"I just wondered if you had a sensu bean or something." the 3rd class replied.
Vegeta scowled, "What told you? That viewing globe in Hell?" he asked cautiously.
"Jason did." Radditz replied.
"Great..." Vegeta said sarcastically, "I owe him a scare for blabbing it to you like that."
"He just thought it'd be more convenient and..." Radditz started.
"Radditz, I'm not exactly able to come out right now. Why don't you just get a damn bean from Kakarott! I'm sure he'll be more than happy to give you one!" Vegeta interrupted, not fond of having his shower interrupted.
"Okay then, thanks Vegeta." Radditz then was sensed to be moving away quickly from Vegeta, and closer to Goku.
"Finally! I can get out now." he grumbled.
Outside, Dusty had turned on the TV and was watching a program much similar to Ultimate Fight Night. He wasn't able to find wrestling on TV, so he had to compensate for it. He had ordered a little bit of food as well, although when Vegeta had come out of the bathroom, he noticed Dusty was glued to the TV, and quickly grabbed a blue pair of boxers and pulled them back into the bathroom to change. Dusty began to examine the food he had order, as he was additionally a Senior Cook at his school's personal restaurant. He was considered to be one of the best cooks in the school, and looking over other peoples' work helped him in making his own dishes. Vegeta soon came out of the bathroom.
However his eyes narrowed slightly, as he felt Radditz's powerlevel slightly rise. About 2,000 degrees, now reaching 34,500. I knew Kakarott would give Radditz a sensu. Although I still sense he's tired for some reason. Maybe being revived by a freak accident of nature does that to you. the royal Saiya-jin though to himself, as he got a better look at Dusty watching TV.
"What the hell is this bull?" he asked, watching the kick boxers hitting each other around the ring on TV.
Dusty looked back, "Finally, I need to clean up!" Dusty said and tossed Vegeta over the remote, who lazily caught it in his hand as Dusty closed the door behind him.
Vegeta looked over the food Dusty had left behind, and he took a sample of the sushi, and he was actually impressed.
"I think I'll order some of this myself." he smirked as he picked up the phone near what he had picked to be his bed...
(August 29, 2001 A.D.; 1:16pm EST/10:16pm Tokyo Standard Time; Shibuya-ku; Tokyo, Japan: Konouenai Shinshoku, Room 106)
The Rock and Clint had also followed Dusty and Vegeta as they went to their own rooms. They were barely any real distance from the Saiya-jin prince and the loud-voiced cook down the hall. Clint immediately went to the bathroom to clean up. Dwayne grumbled as he realized that he had no other clothes to sleep in. He had only his special shorts given to him for his act by the WWE, and he had left his sunglasses back in the basement in Las Vegas. He figured he might want to contact them and let them know he was okay. However his encounter with that odd voice made him wonder if he should call them right away.
Of course, there was a good chance Stone Cold would still contact them anyways. He picked up the phone, and went to dial the WWE's number, but for odd reasons, he got an operator on the other end who said there was a mysterious error with the phone lines to WWE. The Rock no doubt figured Stone Cold would soon have the same problem as he did. Maybe those disturbances hadn't fully cleared up yet from earlier.
While cleaning up in the bathroom, Clint had been thinking deeply about the events causing the merger. His headache from Paula's frying pan had mostly cleared up, so he wasn't so grumpy anymore, however he still felt he couldn't help but be weary around her, even if she had apologized. He however began to wonder if what he had encountered in the rift made sense. The people of her town had accused him of being some kind of invader, and claimed only "THEY" could teleport like he did. He began to blink his eyes as he suddenly gotten something that was allowing him to slowly put this together.
He now realized he did in fact recognize Paula, and he had a good feeling of where he ended up. But all he could wonder is where in the world would her hometown be on the world map now, especially if the merger had been in fact true. Of course, he didn't just think about her hand in this. He was confused as hell about the fact Goku, Vegeta, Radditz, Piccolo, #17 and Mr. Buu, characters who were supposed to be only a product of Akira Toriyama's imagination, had actually existed in reality. The more he thought of it, the more he believed this 'merger' was the real deal.
Clint soon had dried off and changed into his own night clothes, and walked out to see the Rock tapping the end of his bed phone on the dresser lightly, as if he too appeared to be thinking deep.
"You okay?" Clint asked wearily.
"Oh, I'm okay. I just got done finding out I can't contact the WWE or anyone else like my own family in America that I'm alright." Dwayne replied.
"I know you probably don't believe any of it, but do you think this whole 'merger' is really happening or already happened?" Clint asked him.
"Actually, I do believe it. As your friend said, he, me and Steve all heard that strange voice speak to us before we got sent here to Tokyo. And I didn't tell the others back there, but I have seen Dragonball Z a few times during our tours. I'm sure Steve has at least heard of it too. I recognized Goku, and I think Piccolo too. I don't know too much more though." Dwayne replied.
"Yeah, Dusty and Stone Cold said something about the voice telling us all to stick together as a team. Do you agree with this or not?" Clint asked back.
"Well, I admit I'm worried about my wife and my newborn daughter, but the voice also told us we would learn things about ourselves that we never knew, and that we would one day grow much stronger than he imagined." Dwayne replied.
"Hmmm... I had no idea you had a kid now." Clint replied.
"Simone is her name. She was born only about two weeks ago." Dwayne explained.
"Ouch... I can see why you're worried about them." Clint replied, "I myself am only a Junior in High School, and I have no real relationship, but I never bothered to try either. I don't think I'll find anyone too easily. Nina named us all, herself included, very accurately as "Misfits". We're mostly in a way outcasts where we come from." Clint replied.
"That makes me wonder, was Nina one of you BEFORE this happened?" Dwayne asked.
"Yeah, why?" Clint asked back.
"Because she seems like someone who would have come through like Goku and them had." Dwayne explained.
"I know, but I don't think she'll explain it to us. I always thought I recognized her somewhere, but then again, I think I also recognize that Paula girl too." Clint replied. Their talk would continue for another 10 to 20 minutes before both of them would decide to try to get to sleep...
(August 29, 2001 A.D.; 1:01pm EST/10:01pm Tokyo Standard Time; Shibuya-ku; Tokyo, Japan: Konouenai Shinshoku, Room 215)
Earlier back, Nina and Paula had both reached their room. Nina set down her bags from Shikotama no kaimono in her corner of the room. Paula on the other hand looked a bit more tired and just sat down on the bed, and looked over at the ground.
"You okay?" Nina asked.
"Yeah, fine. You?" Paula asked back.
"Um, a bit shaken by this, but not too worse for wear." the winged girl asked back, it was then she realized that she should probably take a shower of her own, and wash the dirt out of her clothing. "
I'm gonna go clean up." Nina said to her.
"Right. See you later." Paula said, as Nina shut the door behind her.
As soon as Nina was gone, Paula got off the bed, and quickly climbed in. She was actually a bit tired. It wasn't that she disliked Nina or anything. She just wanted to sleep after her encounter with Clint and the portal. Although she did wonder why the portal chose to drop him off in her hometown of Twoson. Burglin Park had gone a spook at his appearance, and she had been called over to help handle the problem, only for it to be a false alarm when she read Clint's memories, including of the rift forming in the theatre.
As she drifted off to sleep though, thoughts about both Goku and Piccolo had began to cloud up her mind. She had last seen Goku when she was 8, and he 15, but she was confused. Goku thought she was 39, but she was only 20 years old. Why would Goku had thought she was that old? It hadn't made any sense to her. However she was too sleepy to keep thinking, and drifted off.
Nina had realized that taking a shower might not have been the best idea afterall. Although she could compress her wingspan in certain confined areas, she also wanted to try to clean them off as well. She began to really wonder if her wings were truly worth having around. She could only wonder if that curse about her wings were true. Her purplish-black wings were in her world, the sign of what was a bad omen. Her home country believed the omen would destroy it. Her parents had to either destroy her, or send her off on her own, away from her home country. They had chose the later to keep her alive.
The trials of her life would have made many other women cold and uncaring, but Nina, despite gaining a slight bitterness towards people bickering, and towards being hit on by men, was still rather caring about her friends. She wasn't so soft as to not scold a friend when he or she was being stupid though, and she believed that was how anyone's friends' should be. She did wonder a little about Paula and her own history. Paula had said she knew Goku as a child, but according to what she knew about Goku from Clint and the others, Goku never had a friend like her helping him in his childhood.
Maybe their history was just messed up, or something else was out of place. When Nina had looked at Paula, and into her own eyes, she saw more than just any other woman. She saw the feelings of a similar spirit in her. Paula appeared to have undergone trials of her own. Although she seemed unwilling to talk much about it, Nina was worried about her.
When Nina finally dried off, she had slipped into some of the undergarments from the store, and decided to break them in that night. However as she walked out of the bathroom, that Paula had fast drifted off to sleep.
Maybe that's why she wasn't so talkative. She was just tired. Nina realized, "I'll talk with her in the morning." she said, "But she's making a great example. So I'm gonna get to sleep before Vernon or Dan decide to try and sneak a look at me or something, those goofs." the winged girl said, slipping under her own covers, and slowly drifting off to sleep herself...
(August 29, 2001 A.D.; 1:19pm EST/10:19pm Tokyo Standard Time; Shibuya-ku; Tokyo, Japan: Konouenai Shinshoku, Room 214)
In their own room, Piccolo and Dan had set down their things. That is, Dan set down his things. Piccolo had no problem in continuing to wear his weighted clothing even as he began to meditate over the bed he would've otherwise been sleeping in. Piccolo was a Namekian, and obviously he wasn't in much need of sleep. However he was having problems mediating, not because of Dan running the shower in the bathroom.
It was because he was surrounded by several kis that scaled in under 10, and some over 50 aside from his familiar allies, and two around 1,000,000. Feh. Most of these fools are so out of it. That loud-mouthed kid and the wrestlers keep speaking that we're all supposed to be one large group. Ha, they'll have to get some extreme training before they can even think of trying. Powerlevels of 8 to 11 are barely worth it.
Although Piccolo was still skittery about his encounter with Paula. He had given up any thought he'd see her in his lifetime, the same girl who help lead to his own father's death at the hands of Goku. Her presence would no doubt be one of constant watch over him. She might have been convinced they were not enemies anymore, but he knew no one just went out and trusted him so easily, so soon. Only Goku had any show of quick trust. His other friends were slow to accept his change of heart, and even then it was Gohan of course that even lead him to that decision.
Dan kept thinking over his encounter with Heero, and he was also thinking over the fact that he really had been in Gundam Wing's universe, at least he assumed it HAD been independent until that rift, and the rest of the merger Dusty had been hinting at, had occurred. He had been on unstable ground with Heero, after blurting that he had known about Heero and Relena. He did not know how Heero was taking these major changes in his life. He wasn't even sure of Heero was going to believe in all of this. He didn't care though. He knew from his best friend's words that things were going to definitely be changing.
Even before hand, he had been at one time thinking about joining the army, and putting his thinking skills to good use in the wars overseas, or in national security. However he was wondering if training to become like a Z-senshi would be a better choice. Soon he had gotten out of the shower and into some nightclothes, and he walked outside, and saw Piccolo trying to meditate. Dan knew from what knowledge he had on Piccolo that he was usually deadpan serious and he was a big mediation buff, but Dan could tell he looked disturbed by something.
"You okay Piccolo?" he asked.
"Dan. I want to ask you a serious question." Piccolo replied in a surprisingly neutral tone.
"Yes?" Dan could only wonder what the Namekian would ask him.
"Do you really think it's possible that all of you and your friends could become a force of justice?" Piccolo threw the question at him blunt.
"Why do you ask me this?" replied Dan.
"Because... because if you are willing to do so, it is possible for all of you to train yourselves, to much in a way like us. I don't believe you'll become too horribly strong though. You're only human it seems, and most humans I know peak at around 40,000 for a powerlevel. Compared to such things like me, Buu or even Goku and Vegeta, that's almost nothing." Piccolo admitted.
"Who knows though, Piccolo. Maybe that limitation no longer exists either." Dan said in a challenging voice.
Piccolo snarled lightly, "Hah. I wouldn't be so confident about what your friend told you about the rules. I don't think limitations are affected by the so-called 'rules'."
"Oh really? You know what I think Piccolo? I think no one has any true limit at all. No one, not a human, not a Namekian, and yes, of course not a Saiyan. I think Yamcha and the others are just weak of will!" Dan replied.
Piccolo smirked and actually chuckled, "Well you certainly have balls to say that about them. You know what. Perhaps a bet... would work out for this."
"What kind of bet?" Dan asked.
"If we manage to train new humans to a base higher than 45,000 degrees within the next 3 months, I'll teach you and your loud-mouthed friend personally how to do the Makankosoppo1." the Namekian replied.
"And if we lose?" Dan asked.
"Then I declare all human training a lost cause. What do you say?" Piccolo added on with a confident smirk.
Dan grumbled to himself, but he thought about it. "DEAL." Dan said. The two shook hands.
"Now if you don't mind, I wish to meditate, and I'm sure you need sleep, just like all weak humans do." Piccolo ended with a challenging smirk.
"Trust me, humankind will make you eat those words." Dan grumbled, as he decided he did need to rest, and pulled himself into bed, and decided to put his head under the pillows. The last thoughts on his mind as he feel asleep were Piccolo's arrogance, and how he was going to enjoy proving him wrong in 3 months.
(August 29, 2001 A.D.; 1:20pm EST/10:20pm Tokyo Standard Time; Shibuya-ku; Tokyo, Japan: Konouenai Shinshoku, Room 226)
Heero and Stone Cold had quickly reached their own rooms. Aside from Paula and Nina, who's own powers were apparently equal to each other; Heero and Stone Cold were the next closest pair of Misfits to be close to each other in strength. The fact both were more down to earth than the other pairs of Misfits made them more relaxed around each other. Although Heero was having a hard time accepting the fact his world, and probably several others were forming into one, he still wished to get an understanding of some of the other 'allies'.
He felt relieved he hadn't gotten paired up with Dan out of the fact that he'd have Dan scared out of his mind after threatening to shoot him earlier. Heero had realized none of the others had any connection to Oz by now, but he knew Dan would be shaken over that incident for a while. Oh well, he'll eventually snap out of it.
He had noticed Stone Cold had decided to sit down on the bed, looking around the room. Although he himself didn't much else clothing wise, he decided he'd wash up first, and walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.
Steve watched Heero walk into the back, and was also thinking heavily about his encounter with Dusty, and how he, Dwayne and Dusty had also heard that strange voice. He also knew that by now the WWE would be looking around frantically for both of them. He also knew Dwayne's family would become extremely worried if they didn't try to contact them soon. He picked up the nearby phone on his bedstill, and dialed up the number for the WWE. He put the phone to his ear, only to get an operator, who claimed there was an unknown error in the dial-up sequence.
Stone Cold cursed softly and tried dialing a second time. The same error occurred. "Dammit. Something's wrong over there. I wonder if Rock's having a similar problem as I am." Steve said, knowing Dwayne was likely trying to call his family to let them know he was fine.
Steve himself wasn't on perfect terms with his own wife Debra, but he knew he needed to at least try to get a hold of her as well, and dialed the number for their house in Texas.
However oddly enough, he had gotten the same error as when he tried to call WWE. "Maybe the merger's responsible. If that's so, it'll probably be cleared up by tomorrow or so." he figured.
Soon, Heero had come out of the bathroom, and looked at Stone Cold, "Is something wrong with the phone?" he asked, noticing Steve's expression, and the fact he was just holding the phone absentmindedly.
"I think the merger's still messing things up over in America where I live. I can't contact the wrestling federation I work for, and I can't get a hold of my wife in Texas either." he explained back.
"Hm. What about your partner? Same federation as you?" Heero asked.
"Yes, Rock and I work for the WWE, and I can't help but think he's having the same troubles as me. But he's in a bigger bind than me. His wife recently had a kid a couple weeks ago. He was on the current tour to help raise more money for them."
"You two friends or rivals?" Heero couldn't help but ask.
"In the script, we're rivals big time. He's a 'good' guy, and I'm a quasi 'bad' guy. More that I'm just the no-authority type who does what he wants when he wants. Outside the script we're good enough friends. We had been practicing when we met that Dusty kid, and heard that voice." Steve explained, "So what about you? Where do you come from?"
Heero looked up at the ceiling, as if to look into his memories, "I'm sure you won't believe me anyways, but I was once a space-fighter. I came from Earth, but in my... universe, there were many space colonies. I was one of the strongest mobile-fighters in the rebellion against 'Oz', which had their own agenda for the colonies. That war had ended a couple years before I met Dan, but we didn't start off on the best foot. I thought he was an Oz spy since he knew me and a friend of mine by both name and appearance."
"Hmmm... well for what it's worth, I'm sure he'll get over it soon enough." Steve replied, "You seem to have realized the truth yourself."
"Yeah I know, but I can't help but wonder if my life's only beginning all over again now. You and your friend said yourselves a voice told us all to band together as a single group to fight some evil power or something." Heero replied.
"Something like that. I'm not sure just how much I can believe it though, but the voice did say all of us would grow in many ways. Strength, understanding of ourselves, etc." Steve replied, "So what about all the others? What do you think of them?" Steve asked Heero.
The Gundam pilot thought to himself, "Well. Dusty seems he's a bit of a loud blabbermouth to be truthful. The green man, I believe his name was Piccolo, seems a little bit TOO serious even for my own tastes. The fat, pink one, Buu or whatever, he seems a bit naive for his own good, but so does that Goku character too. Clint, as he called himself, seemed levelheaded, as did Vernon and Devin. I don't know so much yet about all the others."
"Well, I need to wash off before I go to bed, but I wish the portal had at least sent some clothing over with us. Rock's probably mad at that fact. He didn't even have a shirt with him when he came through, and his glasses are probably back in Vegas." Steve said, rising from the bed and walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. Heero decided that tomorrow might help sort things out, and curled up under his sheets, and put his head under the pillows.
(August 29, 2001 A.D.; 1:18pm EST/10:18pm Tokyo Standard Time; Shibuya-ku; Tokyo, Japan: Konouenai Shinshoku, Room 125)
Back on the second floor, Vernon and Goku had reached their rooms around the same time as Piccolo and Dan had. Goku had little he needed to put away. Although he did take out a small pouch under his belt and placed it on his bed stool. Vernon had been putting his stuff he got from Akira Toriyama back in a corner of the room. Goku had actually turned over to look at him, and noticed a picture of Piccolo was on one of the papers Vernon had put away.
"That's a good picture of Piccolo. In fact, I noticed our pictures are on quite a few things around here. Who made those?" he had asked.
Vernon turned and replied, "I'm not sure if you'll understand, but in our world, pre-merger, you, Vegeta, Piccolo, #17, Radditz and Buu were merely figments of one man's imagination, drawn to life in anime."
"And who was this man?" Goku asked, sitting down cross-legged on his bed.
"His name is Akira Toriyama. Although he has drawn other characters on TV, and in games, you guys are probably his most popular characters, or were at one point. I wonder what he'd say if he actually ran into you now." Vernon had wondered as he spoke up.
"Yeah, makes me wonder just what everyone else is doing now. It's no doubt the worlds are apparently becoming one. I've sensed roughly a billion or more energies since Vegeta and I met Alex."
"That lucky bastard. He got to meet you two out of all eight of us." Vernon grumbled, "I ended up nearly getting killed by a stray fight between Piccolo and #17."
Goku looked on, "Awe cheer up. We're still here at least, and we..." Goku was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" asked Vernon. "Is Kakarott in there yet?" Radditz's voice came up from behind the door.
"I'm in here. Come in!" Goku replied.
Radditz entered, and saw Goku sitting on the bed. "Ah good. Kakarott, do you have any of those sensu beans you use for healing?" Radditz asked.
"Speak of company!" Goku said as he grabbed the pouch on his bedstill and reached into it. Wait. Maybe I shouldn't give him a full bean. He doesn't look in horrible shape. I might need these for later.
He then managed to find a half-bean he had broke off earlier back, and pulled it out, "Here, I won't give you a full bean since you're only bruised up. I think it'll do fine."
"Whatever I can take." Radditz said, taking the bean and chomping on it quickly, as Vernon looked on. Vernon looked on in amazement as the bruises and cuts on Radditz's body suddenly faded away, and he even saw Radditz' muscles spasm slightly. Goku sensed his older brother's powerlevel as this occurred. It felt to have jumped around 2,500 degrees. He was somewhere around 34,500 now. However he could still sense Radditz was worn out.
Radditz was perplexed, "So those really do work. I'll have to thank Jason for telling me about these sometime." he said as he abruptly left the room and closed the door behind him.
"Jason told him? I hope that wasn't a mistake." Vernon mused.
"Aw come on. I think he can change. He's had 20 or more years to reflect on his fallacies." Goku explained his reasoning.
"I guess that might make sense. By the way, just how old do you Saiya-jin get?" Vernon had been curious.
"Well, Vegeta says we can live roughly 170 years on average, although most Saiya-jin die in battle at some point, so we can't really be so sure." Goku replied.
"Not to mention you and he are the only full bloods left." Vernon commented.
"Pretty much." Goku agreed, and then he heard his stomach rumble. Vernon sweatdropped, also hearing Goku's stomach. However Vernon realized he was hungry himself.
"Oh boy... knowing your stomach, the Rock and Stone Cold are going to have an ulcer when they get the service bill." Vernon joked.
Goku chuckled and picked up the phone on the bedstill next to his sensu pouch. After finding out what he could order from room service, he had order 5 orders of sushi, 10 orders of shiitake, 3 orders of pocky, and 14 orders of ramen. Vernon then took the phone from him and made an order for a couple plates of sushi and ramen himself.
After about 10 minutes, Vernon's food arrived, and then about 10 more minutes later, Goku's full order finally arrived, much to his delight.
Vernon had decided to go shower while Goku chowed down. Besides, knowing how messily he ate, Vernon wasn't really up for watching the Saiya-jin stuff his face.
While he washed off, he thought to himself, If the rules are different, and we can learn how to fly, I should probably try to get training of my own. For one, I could end up running circles around Alex, Clint and Devin, and two, I could actually become a superhero and get girls. he thought to himself with a smile.
After cleaning up fully, he had left the room with night clothes on, only to find Goku had sprawled out on the bed, and in the process, he had knocked over his thankfully cleaned out trays onto the floor.
"He's just as sloppy and disorganized as I thought." he said to himself. Although Goku wasn't snoring too loud, and Vernon was actually thankful he had been wrong on that assumption. He went over to the TV, and figured Goku was a deep sleeper, and began to surf channels...
(August 29, 2001 A.D.; 1:13pm EST/10:13pm Tokyo Standard Time; Shibuya-ku; Tokyo, Japan: Konouenai Shinshoku, Room 4)
Alex and #17 had quickly found their room, being so close to the Hotel lobby. #17 however was quite curious about the place, and had mentioned he was going to look around.
Alex grumbled to himself, "This has been one weird day." as he entered his room.
He looked at his bags, and decided he would put them away in one of the corners of his room. He also realized he probably needed to wash off from his encounter in the rift earlier, and soon walked into the bathroom, turning on the bathtub. As he soaked in the water, the events of the day and what of their future weighed heavily in his mind.
"I hope they'll train us soon. I wouldn't mind being able to fly around, shooting ki blasts at things. I could fly circles around that fatty Devin, and also I could humiliate Vernon at track. Hell, maybe I'm even a Saiyan myself. Although that wouldn't make sense. It'd still be cool." Alex yammered to himself, "Man I wish I were able to become an SSJ. I would be able to anything I wanted, and no one could stop me. Hehehe."
Alex chuckled to himself, "I'll have to ask Goku and Vegeta to train me sometime soon." After about 20 minutes of soaking up in the bathroom, Alex had finally come out in his pajamas and other night clothes. However he still hadn't seen sign of #17.
However it wasn't much longer before the cyborg had entered and immediately went into the bathroom to wash up. However he did not go into the showers like Alex, but he had simply washed his face and skin off a little, not really that conscious of it at the time. He soon walked back into the room. He saw Alex had the TV on, and he decided to sit on his bed, and idly look on at what Alex was watching. On the TV appeared to be an episode of the anime Cowboy Bebop. Alex was a little absorbed into the episode to the point he hadn't really noticed #17 was staring at him, until he turned around for a moment, and saw the cyborg looking at him with an odd, but amused stare.
"What's up man?" Alex asked.
"Powerlevel 8.4... you seem slightly below average for someone your age." "What? Isn't that above average?" Alex asked him. "The average powerlevel is usually 10 for your age." #17 stated as if it were common knowledge.
"I always thought 5 was average for an adult." Alex thought to himself.
"Where would you get that idea?" the cyborg asked him.
"The show. According to the scouter, most humans were around 4-6 in powerlevels.2" Alex said.
"Show?" #17 said.
Alex explained, "You, Goku, Vegeta, Piccolo, Radditz and Buu were supposed to be only characters on a anime known as Dragonball Z. Apparently we know it's not so true now, but in this universe you were all thought of by someone named Akira Toriyama." Alex explained.
"That makes little sense to me." #17 replied.
"I know what you mean. This merger has really fucked things up, although I'm all for it if I can get some training." Alex replied.
"I see, so you wish to be like me." #17 mused on.
"Well, I wanna be a saiya-jin to tell the truth, but I'm sure that's not possible." Alex replied with a sad sense of hope.
"Heh, you never know." #17 smirked, as if he had figured something out that Alex hadn't.
"Oh come on, the planet Vegeta was blown up over 40 years ago. I'm only 17 years old. You can't argue with logic like that." Alex said, trying to do what Clint would in this situation, God Clint you suck at this stuff! I hate how you're all Ben Stein about stuff.
#17 turned his head a little, "Since you know of me, I have to ask, do you know of #16 and #18?"
"Yeah, I know of them. I know #16 was destroyed by Cell, and that #18's also around. Your sister, right?" Alex replied.
"Yes. Somehow though I wonder how her life would go if she had come to live out in the wilderness with me instead of what she's doing now." the cyborg said to himself.
"Yeah, I'll admit, I don't think much of Kuririn being with her, if you know what I mean." Alex replied.
"Riiight." #17 said, as if Alex was supposed to make sense, but he didn't drag it on much further. Alex might have been right for all he knew. He hadn't seen too much of his sister in years, so he couldn't really say Alex was right or wrong.
"So anyways, #17... what do you think of this situation?" Alex asked.
"Honestly, I think it might give me more opportunities to have fun in this 'new' world." #17 admitted.
"You're... not gonna go blowing up people are you?" Alex asked.
"Naw. Killing's not my idea of fun. Not like my other counterpart from that one kid's timeline. From what I heard, it just made me sick he would kill the kind he once belonged to. Same with the other #18. I might be far stronger than a human, but I know I am still partially human inside and on the outside. It's like being a cannibal what they were doing." #17 scowled at the idea of killing.
Alex shrugged, "Fair enough I guess." and then he yawned, "I'm gonna get to sleep. Do what you want. Just try not to keep me awake." Alex asked as he curled up under his sheets, trying to sleep.
#17 decided he would probably just recharge a little and sleep himself, since he was concerned about making too much a ruckus by leaving the room for the moment.
(August 29, 2001 A.D.; 11:30pm EST/8:30am Tokyo Standard Time; Shibuya-ku; Tokyo, Japan: Konouenai Shinshoku)
Later that morning, the 18 Misfits had gathered up in the lobby of the Hotel, many of the originals carrying their luggage and other baggage. The Rock and Stone Cold had bought some extra clothing in the shop near the lobby. However they were still a bit annoyed at Goku and Buu when they discovered the room service bill of 12,533 yen(about 132 dollars). Goku admitted he had been the biggest culprit, and Buu had only been charged around a total of 4200 of the yen(about $43.45). Vegeta had scoffed at Goku for his piggish eating habits, however the two wrestlers told them they were lucky they had brought plenty of money from their account overseas.
As they all finished their arguing, Dwayne asked, "So now what exactly?" Clint thought to himself, realizing that more than likely their vacation was already gonna be ruined due to the rift, and that the earthquake had done some damage to other parts of Tokyo.
"Who thinks we should just cut our losses and return home?" he asked.
The opinions among the other 7 of the original group were slightly mixed. Alex was a little disappointed. Vernon didn't care so much. Devin was also a bit disappointed. Dan and Dusty were all with the idea to return home, saying that the merger more than made up for what was probably ruined. Alex then suddenly changed his vote towards going home, and Nina didn't really care either. She only dreaded the fact that things were going to get more complicated when they got home to Canton.
After asking the other 10, The Rock and Stone Cold were eager to at least get back to their home country. Goku, Vegeta, Piccolo, Heero, Radditz, Paula and #17 were indifferent, since they were only end up tagging along in this case anyways. Buu asked about the food in America, and he sounded interested when the others had explained to him. The majority vote was that the group would return to Canton.
However this brought up another issue, "How will we get everyone else back home? I don't think The Rock and Stone Cold could pay for tickets for the other 10 of them. We still have free airfare home because of the contest, but it doesn't help any of them." Dan brought it up.
Goku, Vegeta, Piccolo, Radditz, Buu and #17 whispered a bit among themselves, and Goku spoke up, "I think most of us can just fly behind your plane, and follow you that way. Piccolo says he'll probably meditate on the plane itself though, and we can use him as a beacon to track you since most of your ki signals aren't very high."
"I think I can just flying along with you all the same." Paula replied, "Kintoun is easily faster than any normal aircraft."
"Yeah, that's fine and all, but Heero, The Rock and Stone Cold still have no alternative way to get back." Dusty mentioned.
Paula then pulled two dollar bills out of the handbag attacked to her dress-belt, both being worth 5000 American dollars. She gave each bill to one of the two wrestlers, "That should help pay for the tickets for you three."
"Woah! Where'd you get American money?" asked Clint, curious about this, wondering if it might help support his theory about her.
"I'll tell you all another time." she replied.
"Alright... Then I guess we outta get back to the airport and explain what's going on to all of them." Clint said, as he began to lead the group of 18 out of the hotel.
As they entered the outside, Goku, Piccolo, Vegeta, Buu, Radditz and #17 used their energy to float along with them, and Paula called out for Kintoun and hopped on, and floated along with them all the same, as they headed off to the Shibuya Station, which would probably have a subway train ready to take them to the airport...
(August 30, 2001 A.D.; 12:05am EST/9:05am Tokyo Standard Time; Shibuya-ku; Tokyo, Japan: Shibuya Hikoujou)
After arriving at the Shibuya Hikoujou, Clint immediately took his 17 comrades over to the nearest service counter. He showed the counter lady the passes for him, Nina, Alex, Dusty, Devin, Dan, Vernon and Jason. He also explained that Heero, The Rock and Stone Cold were returning with them on their plane whenever room came. The lady looked up their flight, and asked if they wanted the other three to be in first class. The other three decided that they should, in order to find more time to interact with their to-be allies.
The lady then looked to Goku, Vegeta, Buu, Radditz, #17, Piccolo and Paula and asked about them. They told her they were merely here to see them all off. Although she was a little freaked out at the sight of Buu and Piccolo. She, and more than likely many others on Earth were going to find it a huge surprise when they learned the full truth of the consequences of the merger. It was then Goku and Vegeta, and even Clint had realized that they would need to find a way to explain to the world, both what they were familiar with, and the parts that were brand new to them, that things had taken a very sudden change.
It would only be about 25 minutes before their plane finally arrive. Piccolo looked back at the other 7 who were planning to fly via their own methods. Nina almost regretted not be able to fly along with them, but she didn't care to waste her energy since her ride was free. They watched as Clint, then Dusty, then Vernon, then Heero, then The Rock, then Stone Cold, then Alex, then Devin, then Dan, and then finally Nina had boarded the plane. Piccolo nodded to his other 7 companions to head outside, and to tune their senses on him, and told those who could not sense energy yet, such as Paula, Buu and Radditz, to just follow behind Goku, Vegeta, #17 and himself. The other six waited outside, while Piccolo kept his eye on their plane, also using his senses to keep locked on Nina's high powerlevel, being his own anchor in case the planes got jumbled up.
Soon, their plane took off, and Piccolo suddenly did a 'zanzoken', or afterimage, and had jumped over the airport gate faster than any of the bystanders could indicate, and flew up to the plane as it began to lift in altitude. He then landed on the plane softly, and decided the best place to stand was right above the cockpit. He walked over and then began to meditate, sending a psychic call to Goku, and even Paula that it was time for them to follow, which they all promptly did. Although they were all able to easily catch up and floated alongside the plane, they realized that it was going to be a slow trip back, and Radditz was honestly wondering if he could waste that much energy. He decided to take his chances and landed on top of the plane and just sat on it, although keeping alert in case he needed to take off into the air again...
(August 30, 2001 A.D.; 1:30am EST, somewhere over the Pacific Ocean, halfway between Japan and California)
In the first class seats, it had become a little bit interesting, to say the least. Most of the people heading on their flight had recognized The Rock and Stone Cold. This had lead to several people going up and asking them for autographs. Although neither wrestler minded doing this for their fans, they could only wonder what ramifications could come of all of this. Clint looked on and wore his headphones again, listening to something none of us are able to figure out. Devin too was again wearing his own head phones, listening to a band of recent popularity known as Linkin Park. Dusty was again talking to Dan, and also The Rock and Stone Cold.
Apparently during the last hour and a half, the two wrestlers had made the decision that instead of going back to Vegas, that they were going to go back to Canton with Dusty and since he was a fan of the WWE, they were both going to try to personally teach him some moves, and they were also talking something about arranging a show somewhere in Ohio. Nina was looking out the window, where she would occasionally get a glimpse of Goku or Vegeta flying along near the back of the plane. The sky was slowly going dark outside, telling her they were already about half way back to California. As for Vernon and Alex?
Vernon was again, perving on the flight attendants, although he was trying to keep it concealed from Nina. Alex had started talking to Jason and trying to convince him that becoming a fighter would be the main thing to do when they got home. Jason, having been around Radditz the other night, and been slowly swayed to agree. Vernon had overheard this, but apparently he didn't let this bother him.
Piccolo had still been meditating on the top of the cockpit. However he would also take an occasion look out over the ocean below, trying to get a personal understanding of the world's new geography. He was a little taken back by how much had changed, but he kept it in stride for the moment. Goku, Vegeta, Buu, Paula, #17 and Radditz also continued to fly along with the plane. Paula had almost fallen asleep on Kintoun, which had been following the plane on a type of auto-pilot, knowing Goku was around in some odd and twisted way.
#17 had decided at one point to sit on the plane wing, but when he got a couple of people looking at him with shocked expressions, he quickly decided to just fly normal again. The people who had seen him had managed to convince themselves it was just their imaginations he had been there. Buu also took his example, wanting to stop flying as well, but #17 had him sit on top of the plane for a while. Although the plane had a slight bit of turbulence when that happened, they plane remained otherwise fine, as it continued to fly on towards the Los Angeles airport...
(August 30, 2001 A.D.; 3:20am EST, Los Angeles Airport)
After a rather eventful landing where Piccolo had jumped forward upon landing and shocked the shit out of the captain and co-captain, the 18 Misfits had regrouped inside the Los Angeles Airport Terminal. Clint had realized they had forgotten to tell some of them that they weren't home just yet, and that they had to board a second plane to actually get back to their home in Canton, Ohio. Piccolo grumbled at this, and Vegeta and Radditz looked visibly irked. #17 didn't really care, and Buu looked unaffected. Paula was also annoyed, but knew she could still follow them in Kintoun if she needed. However realizing how dark it was, she then decided that she probably should get most of the others seats on the next plane.
Another 5000 dollars had been procured, and after some talking with the service manager, they had managed to get tickets for all 18 passengers, although due to the complications, they would have to put some of them in Coach, including Goku and Vegeta. Radditz and Piccolo too were going to have to sit right across from them. By some kind of miracle of fate, Buu still managed to weasel into first class with the other 13 of the remaining Misfits. It would be around another 40 to 50 minutes before their next plane bound for Akron would be ready to take off. They had all taken some time to look around the terminal, including to get some food to prepare themselves for the final trip back home, and soon their plane finally arrived. The 18 Misfits, all gave their tickets to the gate attendant, and they all checked clean for searching, and they boarded their plane, and it soon was up and into the air.
(August 30, 2001 A.D.; 5:42am EST, somewhere over southern Illinois)
After take off, another 2 hours and 20 minutes had passed, before the plane was now flying over the southern-most section of Illinois, only two stats away most of the Misfits' home state of Ohio. Although some rain and clouds had caused turbulence around the area, the plane was able to keep relatively stable. Inside the plane, Goku and Vegeta had been paired up in a set of seats in coach, much to Vegeta's annoyance. Goku might have been his ally, but he was never comfortable with just sitting next to him for so long at a time. He'd have preferred to fly, and he was betting himself Goku was thinking similar thoughts about wanting to fly. Across the row from them were Piccolo and Radditz, an even more unstable pair of seat-buddies due to their past conflicts.
Goku looked over at the two of them with a hidden smile of amusement. The two of them weren't talking too much. Radditz had found a magazine in the compartment on the back of the seat in front of him and was looking over it in boredom. Piccolo had his eyes closed, trying to sleep, but he wasn't able to get much sitting in his position, or with the minor shaking of the plane. Sometimes he would furrow his eyes over at Radditz, never noticed by the older Saiya-jin, and grumble to himself about being stuck on the plane. Goku had noticed Vegeta grumbling similar. And once in a while, he'd see Piccolo and Vegeta glance at each other and try to stare each other down across the aisle. Sometimes one or the other would burst out laughing at the other, making other passengers a little restless.
In the back, in the first class seats, Clint and Devin were sleeping against their seats with their headphones on yet again. Jason and Alex had joined them as well, having brought their own headphones. Alex was listening to the band Slipknot, and Jason was listening to Metallica. Vernon was still looking around the room, trying to perv on an attendant or two, but he didn't seem to be so interested in the ones he saw this time. Nina had noticed him doing it this time, with Paula sitting right behind her, but neither girl appeared to really care at the moment, making up for the lack of communication with each other the other night. Heero was talking with #17, and the two of them were talking about driving, and how it got #17 going in the morning.
Heero was explaining to #17 about how he had been a Gundam pilot before the merger had began, and also explaining about him and Dan. Again, Dusty and Dan were talking with The Rock and Stone Cold over wrestling, and the first two had also finally learned more about The Rock's wife and newborn daughter. The two wrestlers had also mentioned of the strange phone problems they had encountered back at the hotel in Japan. Buu sat at the front-most seat, enjoying the plane's food, much to the amusement of Dusty and Vernon. They continued on their own agendas for the time being...
However outside, the clouds were beginning to darken more intensely. Thunder was rumbling more erratically, and rain was pouring on the plane all around. The winds had also began to pick up. Back inside the plane, one strange boy of around 17 years old, with a strange pair of orange eyes had gotten out of his seat, and walked back to the bathroom, closing it behind him. He took a strange looking bundle out of his pocket. He looked as if he had to time this just right. If he could take the plane down here and now, he would get those idiots out of his way. These Misfits, and perhaps knock the wind out of the stronger ones. He might take out many others in the process, but he didn't really care about that. His master had promised him great power in death if he succeeded.
He looked at his bundle of TNT, and apparently he had been planning to take out hull of the plane, to attempt to blow it apart. He didn't care if he was caught. He would do it one why or the other. He put it down on the sink, and prepared to lit a fuse to arm the bomb, when the plane had suddenly shook violently, and he was thrown backwards, smashing into the wall behind him. The bundle of TNT had been shaken so much, that it fell off into the toilet, and the fuse was melted away. The boy got back up, and tried to grab for the stick, however the plane rocked violently again, causing his hand to smash into the handle of the toilet, causing it to flush the TNT out of the plane through the suction shaft on the toilet.
He looked at the site in total shock. SHIT! SHIT SHIT SHIT! STUPID TOILET! he growled to himself. After thinking to himself for a couple of minutes, he groaned to himself. He quickly left the bathroom, and walked back to his seat. No one had any real idea this boy had almost caused their plane to crash, but Mother Nature had won out, as that close strike of thunder had done enough to cause the plane to shake violently those couple of minutes ago.
The boy thought to himself. Oh well, I'll have time some other day to get rid of them. It's not like they'll get too powerful anyways. What could really go wrong? he grumbled to himself, as the plane continued to soar along the skies, it's date with doom averted.
(August 30, 2001 A.D.; 7:05am EST, Akron-Canton Airport)
After another hour, the plane would finally come to its' final stop at Akron-Canton National Airport. Clint, Alex, Devin, Jason, Vernon, Dusty and Dan all cheered to themselves, finally having gotten home.
Nina sighed to herself, Well, back to the senseless bickering, back to Canton South, and back to 'Jackass'3
The de-boarding procedure was called, and the 8 friends, and their 10 new allies soon were able to get off the plane, and on Akron grounds. As they entered the terminal, Dan told Goku and the other 9 new Misfits that they were not too far from their hometown of Canton, which was only about half a mile to the south.
It was at that point they all began to realize, "Just where are you all going to stay at anyways?" Clint asked.
"I'm going to ask my parents about having Steve and Dwayne stay with us for now." Dusty replied, answering that part of the question.
"Don't worry about me. I'll stay in touch with Dan and follow him back to where he comes from. Maybe something will pop up for me there." Heero replied.
Goku and Vegeta looked to Alex, "Boy, do you know of any places to stay. I'm sure we can come up with some way to pay them." Vegeta has asked Alex.
"Well, I need to talk to my dad, but I think he can rig you two up something." Alex replied, "If it works out, it'll be so sweet because we'll be neighbors!" he smirked.
"I can hardly wait..." Vegeta said with half-sarcasm, although Goku didn't seem to mind this at all.
Vernon had looked over to #17 and Piccolo, "Why don't you come home with me, and maybe we can get you some accommodations."
"I don't see why your parents would just allow that." Piccolo replied.
"Trust me, I can convince them if I need to. I have my ways." Vernon smirked back, which unsettled the Namekian slightly.
"I can probably find a house in the city. I can just call you guys when I find one." Paula had replied to the question.
Buu replied by saying that he would find somewhere close to Devin's neck of the woods. Alex revealed that Devin didn't live too far from him, so he, Buu, Devin, Goku and Vegeta would likely be close to each other.
"Radditz, you can rent out my basement if you want." Nina offered, knowing he had no money, and no idea of how it worked on Earth.
Radditz scowled, "Bleh, how amusing." he said to himself.
Dusty and Dan snickered at him for that comment, and Jason realized that he had no one to bring to his neck of the woods, and pouted a little, although that had led to Alex taunting him about stealing again, which made Jason growl at him and smack him over the head.
After a few minutes, Clint had contacted his parents to come to the airport and pick him up, followed by Alex doing similar, and also telling them about Goku and Vegeta. Devin then called his mom, and asked her for a similar ride home. Dusty, Heero, Dan, The Rock and Stone Cold ended up taking a taxi back to their homes, while Vernon and Jason also would phone to their parents for pickup. Soon enough, all of them had finally managed to leave the airport.
However even as they had all finally headed off to return to their homes for a much needed rest and explanation time, the strange boy on the plane had been watching them the entire time. He had been thinking of ways he could wipe out Clint, Alex, Jason, Dan, Dusty, Nina, Vernon and Devin all in one fell stroke. Soon, a malicious idea popped to mind, and he soon walked behind a clear alcove. However it would not be a boy of 17 who emerged from the alcove, but an semi-elderly-looking woman of 59 years old. However her strange orange eyes never changed from the eyes she had used in her other form.
Yes, that's a splendid idea. It'll go great with my master's plans, and it can show to this world just what we're capable of! she thought to herself as she walked off outside of the airport, and her silhouette walked off into the darkness, unseen by all...
Whatever you would make of it, a new era was beginning, and whether you want to participate in it or not, that will not stop it from coming. For the Misfits are about to emerge from their collective cocoons... As the greatest of all heroes to ever live...
Footnotes:
1 Makankosoppo "Demonic Penetrating-Light Death-Cannon" aka "Special Beam Cannon" for you hopeless dubbies :P
2Some versions of the Dragonball series say that 5 is the average human's powerlevel. However in Misfits, 10 is average for a human of around 17-19 years old.
3 "Jackass" is a nickname for a non-villain antagonist that is seen in later parts every once in a while. Nina is no fan of him. :P