The Misfits, Series 1: The Beginning of All Things

by Lord CyroMinion

The 28th Budokai has passed. The threat of Buu was 10 years ago. Goku and the Z-Senshi thought their lives would finally slow down from there. They'll soon learn just how wrong they really are when they are thrown into a massively confusing merger of many realities, meeting many new friends, but making new foes... Progressive-Crossover of many series, minus GT's plotline/plotholes.

7. Part 6: We Will Never Forget

-----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
Jackson, Teresa © Me
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(IMPORTANT NOTE: This part covers over the day of 9-11, and is mainly in a way a retelling of the events. The disaster is integrated with Misfits due to it's time proximity and the fact the series is also based off of real life. In no way are any of the major attacks changed in any way during the story, despite this version also having one additional attack that only occurs in the story. Thank you. :P)
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Part 6 - We Will Never Forget...

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 4:26am; Canton, Ohio)

Clint was still sleeping in his bed, with the lights off, and nighttime still present on the outside. Dawn would break soon enough, and only moments later... BZZZZZZZZZT Clint woke up half-groggily and smacked his snore button on his analog alarm clock. He grumbled and snuggled back under the sheets. However, only a couple minutes later the door to his room opened, and his mom walked into room, turning on the light.

"Clint, time to get up! Don't want to miss your first day back since your vacation, do you!"

Clint forced his eyes open as much as he could, only to wince at the light in his eyes.

"I'm coming... coming mom." Clint said flatly as his mom left the room, closing the door behind him. Clint slowly got out of bed, and began to change into his clothes.

He knew he had to use something more normal than simple training clothes, since he wasn't going to train most of the day. After all that had occurred, he had sat on the edge of his bed, looking at his computer and turning on the monitor, always leaving the computer on overnight to give him alerts of stuff that had been going on while he was asleep. He checked his e-mail, which had mainly junk mail, and nothing worth interest. He then checked various websites of his he always went to, not finding anything too terribly interesting as well.

"Great... a dull night... probably going to be the same at school. I wonder if I should actually fly to school...? I know mom and dad wouldn't care too much. I just hope I don't fall asleep and crash into a mountain or another house..." Clint said, noting that his parents were for the most part fully aware of the events that happened to him in Japan.

They weren't the most impressed at his little trick alongside Jason, but they had also knew the punishment Paula gave him was minor for the level of strength he had now, telling her to make sure he didn't do anything too crazy. In fact, both of his parents were trying to get him to teach THEM how to fly. However he explained that even though he probably could, that most average level humans wouldn't be able to fly very long at a time even if they knew.

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 5:46am; Canton, Ohio)

Deciding to actually eat a small bowl of cereal, Clint had gone into his front room, noticing his mother had apparently gone back to bed, trusting him to get out to school on his own.

"I guess it won't matter if I ask them or not this time." Clint mused, and poured himself a bowl of Cookie Crisp, which he consumed in less than 10 minutes. He was also constantly harassed by his dogs, Bonnie and Gunner. Bonnie was a 17-year old German Shepard who was apparently starting to be on her last legs, and Gunner was a 5 year old Labrador Retriever, chocolate colored, and a hyperactive food-a-holic himself. He fed both dogs some food after Gunner almost jumped around enough to shake the house, which would've gotten his parents up, and Gunner yelled at big time.

He had only 45-50 minutes before he had to be out at the bus stop... Duh! I could probably get there in only 5 minutes now. But maybe I should at least fly along the old route for some nostalgia.

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 6:40am; Canton, Ohio)

At his own house, Alex had given his bus station a call, letting his driver know that he did not need to go and pick him up that morning. He had no qualms with flying to school. He figured that with his new powers that he could easily get there, not to mention freak out some people who were annoying him at the same time, if needed. Of course, he was still a bit groggy, and planning to sleep later on during his study hall with his teacher Mr. Danaska. Alex wasn't too terribly keen on going to school, and would rather train with Goku and Vegeta next door, but the elder Saiya-jin, specifically Goku had told him that training all the time made one a dull boy, in his words, plus he said Vegeta and him were interested in doing other stuff today anyways, and had been planning this day for a while.

Alex grumbled, "Why couldn't you two at least come with us to school? It's gonna be so sucky and boring today, it isn't funny."

Alex grumbled to himself, as he took off into the air, and flew off slowly toward his school. Despite never going there by air, he still had a good idea where to go, and with how fast he could go now compared to before, he could get there in under 5 minutes.

He couldn't help but wonder along the way, I wonder what the others are saying about having to go back today? as he vanished off into the horizon...

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 7:02am; Canton, Ohio)

Airborne and heading towards Canton South High School came Clint, having flew over his bus, 17, as it had come below into his neighborhood of Fohl Village to pick up the other passengers. He had keep extremely high up so no one on the bus would see him, even if they wouldn't be able to identify him immediately. He had realized how much he truly liked flying as he flew through the early morning sky.

It was a different experience seeing everything he normally looked at from a airborne perspective. He was now hovering over area he knew well enough, and decided to fly off well ahead the bus as it turned on Cleveland Ave. and flew straight towards his destination.

Canton South High School was primarily built of red bricks along the outside walls, while on the inside most of it wasn't your common red hue. Various parts of the school were also newer than others, especially the backside of the school, outlaying their track and football field, which Clint mused Vernon would always run around at. He wondered if Vernon was planning to show off to his peers today with his newer physical abilities.

He decided to quickly land over by a hidden nook near the baseball field on the eastern side of the school, and walked out, now lugging his long backpack over his shoulder. It was more like a sports bag than an normal backpack, but it suited him well, and he had also put some extra weights in it to fit in some minor training while he lugged it around.

He decided to meander along normally for the time being and acting as if he was just coming in by foot, going around the side by the football field, and looking over to his weight room, along the left side of the building in the area he was at. He peered in the window, but he only saw a couple of students, and not Mr. Mike Miller, the weightlifting teacher who was in charge of the room. He decided to go around to the west side of the school, which was where all the buses gathered to drop the kids off for school. It also was more or less where the cafeteria was, which he always stopped inside at first, to get a bite to eat. He took out $7.50 and walked in, getting a strange look from one of the nearby teachers, who usually saw him getting off bus #17, except that that bus had not yet stopped by...

As Clint was walking inside, a strange black-colored bus was beginning to pull up to the parking lot of the school. The bus apparently had various symbols on the side, one of them being what looked like a bull tattoo, and another being something that said "Austin 3:16". And also the 'WWE' symbol was plastered on the front hood of the bus.

Many students, being fans of the WWE, were easily distracted by this, watching the bus stop, and the doors open. Suddenly, dressed to their fullest, yet in the most common outfits you could think of for celebrities, the Rock and Stone Cold walked off the bus, The Rock wearing dark sunglasses with an tropical t-shirt, and just happening to be carrying a biography on him called "The Rock Says" on the cover. Stone Cold was wearing an "Austin 3:16" shirt with the skull emblem on the back, and on the front, and also a cap with the "WWE" symbol on it.

Behind them also walked out Dusty, also wearing various Rock, Stone Cold and general WWE merchandise, at least what could be worn without getting into a heap of trouble with the school board. Dusty looked both surprised, shocked and ecstatic. That morning he had learned that the surprise they had been talking about was them coming to the school with him, to meet up with the local teenage population at the closest school, CSHS happening to be the place.

The student body stared at the three of them in surprise, "Dusty?" a couple had noticed him, since Dusty was quite known around the school, especially for his talent of cooking in the school's restaurant, the "Heritage Room".

They also knew he was a big wrestling fan, but they had never expected him to actually ride into school on a WWE tour bus.

"Whassup, everyone! I've come with a nice surprise that'll make this day a much cooler one! I'm sure many of you know my two friends, but I'll let them introduce themselves if they want." Dusty smirked as he looked back to Steve and Dwayne, who smirked identically to him, and Dwayne had taken out a microphone to begin to speak, when suddenly they were interrupted by Devin and Vernon landing only a few feet away nearby. Many of the students minusDusty and also Clint did a double take seeing them land in front of them so suddenly.

"Dusty, why are they here?" Devin was curious at seeing Dwayne and Steve here.

"We had this little excursion planned a few days back. We recalled you were going to have to come back here again sometime, so we decided that if in case none of you come back again for a while, that the day you do have here will be less boring than normal." Steve replied, almost sounding a bit like Dusty in the process.

Vernon looked indifferent, "Right then. I guess I'll be off to Mr. Summer's class. I'll talk to you later, Devin."

"See ya then." Devin replied back casually, heading towards the cafeteria, knowing Clint would likely be there chowing down on some egg and cheese hot-pockets, like he normally did.

Devin entered and found Clint near the back of the cafeteria, doing almost exactly as he had expected. However as he got closer, he noticed Clint had only gotten two pockets instead of the usual four he got. Sometimes Devin wondered with the amount Clint ate in the morning that if he could be a demi saiya-jin.

"Hey, you're not hogging down today." Devin joked at him. Clint was already aware of Devin, and had also caught the commotion with the Dwayne, Steve and Dusty.

"So, a few stowaways tagged along, huh?" Clint replied back, looking at the Wrestlers and Dusty, with a large teenage group around them.

"Yeah, Austin said it was to make the day more interesting." Devin replied.

"Well, Alex might be feeling better then. I don't think he's gonna want to come in today." Clint stated.

Devin laughed, "Well that boy has a superiority complex, Clint. We all know that. He thinks he a pampered little prince sometimes."

"Yeah, he's almost like Vegeta, not to mention he IS a saiya-jin now, apparently." Clint replied. Devin mentally grumbled. As far as he knew, he had no alien origins, but he noticed Clint didn't either, apparently, so he guessed it wasn't so bad. However if Alex being saiya-jin wasn't bad enough, he also knew Vernon was as well now, so that had made him a little jealous of the two.

"You know, I wonder if we're Saiya-jin at all?" Devin asked, "Or at least not so human."

Clint acknowledged him with a nod, but silently wondered the same thing himself, "I take it you wish you weren't human, so you have more fighting potential, right?" he asked.

"Well, look at Vernon and Alex. We know from their transformation to Super Saiya-jin that they have to be Saiya-jin. I haven't seen me, you, Dan, Dusty, Jason or Nina make any transformation." Devin replied back, disappointed.

"Devin, Nina's not really human either through..." Clint corrected him.

Devin winced, forgetting for a moment Nina was in fact not human. Nina had actually come to them by what some believe as a freak act of fate. She had recently told them she was a race of human/bird known as the Windia-jin. Their race had both two major qualities over humans. One was that they, like real birds, possessed the power of natural flight. Despite having learned Bukujutsu, which Goku and Vegeta called flying with ki, Nina could already fly with her own wings. The second difference was a major difference in height. Windian people were normally 6 to 14 full inches taller than the average human. Nina herself was a whopping 6 feet and 6 inches, making her even taller than Jason, the tallest of the other Misfits. Even now, only Piccolo was taller than her by almost a full foot. "

Sorry Clint, sometimes I tend to forget about that little detail. Just how DID Nina find us? She's never gotten into full detail on where she comes from. I know she's not from Earth... she said she came from another world of sorts, but... that confuses me... just how did she get to us months before the 'Tokyo Incident'?" Devin asked out loud in thought, referring to the merger in Japan, which he always called by that name.

Clint wasn't quite so confused. He didn't know the whole story down to the last detail, but he knew now more of the basic idea of what she had gone through than he had back when the merger had occurred, but he wanted to ask her personally before he said something possibly false. He realized that in Goku and Vegeta some things seemed a bit off about them compared to Dragonball Z itself, the show the two were thought to come from, such as Paula and Goku claiming to be friends.

"You know, kinda makes me wonder why Goku, Vegeta, Radditz, Piccolo and #17 didn't decide to come as well..." Clint mused out loud.

"I guess they wanted a break from the hell of training us. Especially with Alex and Vernon involved. Those two can definitely wear you out with constant exposure. And in Alex's case, it was BEFORE Nina healed him, and now he's even worse, especially with his new training." Devin said, referring to another thing Nina had brought with her.

Apparently wherever she came from, she had knowledge of various magic. Nina had specifically revealed it to them when she shrunk Vernon and Alex once and threatened to feed them to her cat. It had been the same ability that had brought Radditz to the other Misfits on accident. Also, the other major thing she did was healing Alex of a disability that vastly hindered his ability to walk. Alex was still trying to get fully over that little problem as they spoke, but now that Alex could walk normal, it was even harder to keep an eye on him and keep him out of trouble.

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 7:10am; Canton, Ohio)

And as if one could speak of the devil himself, Alex had just recently landed outside of the school on the parking lot, not caring if anyone jumped up in surprise.

He saw The Rock and Stone Cold with Dusty outside of the cafeteria entrance, and had gone to them, "Dusty, what're they..."

Dwayne interrupted him first, "We had this planned for several days. Let's just say Stone Cold Steve Austin and The Rock have plans today for this school, Alex."

Alex smirked, "Well, maybe this day won't be so bad after all. You three have fun with the local peasantry. I'm going in to see Clint and Devin, and get some food!" Alex said, now hungry and bolting inside of the school.

He was still getting looks at him from time to time, as they had known him best for the wheelchair he had used to roll in on. He had been the only student with one, and it made him stand out a lot. Hell, Clint and him remembered meeting that way a long time ago, in Ms. Litterdale's art class, and then Alex had gotten Clint into Dragonball Z, and it had also strengthened their bond with their other fellow "Original Misfits". Alex used that name when referring to himself, Clint, Jason, Vernon, Devin, Dan, Dusty, Virgil and even Nina, despite the latter not being from Earth.

However it had also been she who had founded the Misfits from the start, giving all of them that name, as to refer to their social differences and digressions from society. Alex believed that the group name now fit them ever better than ever, considering they were now all much stronger than other people, with the possible exception of Virgil, but Alex didn't care much about him at the time, especially after his little prank the day before. Alex had seen Clint and Devin, still sorta blabbing about him and the other originals. Clint gave Devin a slight twitch in his eye that Alex didn't catch. It was his way of telling Devin to look behind him.

Devin did just that, seeing Alex walking in, "Well, speak of the devil." Devin grumbled a little, "Here he comes to wreck the day!" he then added in a slight sing-song voice.

"Nice to see you too, Devin." Alex droned in a slightly annoyed voice, dropping his bookbag on the table where he planned to sit, and going off to get some food.

"He looks normal, actually." Clint stated.

"Yeah, well Dwayne and Steve are by the entrance, so it's impossible for him to have missed them." Devin replied.

Alex soon came back out with his food, including some orange juice and a couple of the same egg and cheese pockets Clint had been eating.

"So, you ready for today?" Clint asked Alex.

Alex looked at him and said, "Bleh, it's still gonna be a sucky, boring day regardless of rather the wrestlers are here or not."

Devin sighed irritably, "Well, excuse us for checking up on everyone, and letting them know personally that we didn't die."

Alex snorted, "Devin, why should we care what they think of us? We're much better than they are, especially me." Alex ended with a bit of arrogance in his voice.

Clint just rolled his eyes, "Whatever Alex... just don't let that ego go into overdrive. We may be stronger, but we're still within the law."

Alex grumbled back, "Why should we care about the rules! I'm a free spirit, Clint! Maybe the rest of you guys are that way, but I want to exercise my right of power."

"That's just fine Alex, but just don't do something you'll regret." Clint added back, "Like seriously injuring or killing someone. I heard you guys went after Virgil for some prank calling he did. Paula told me he was badly banged up, and that both of you overdid it too much." he added, now to both Alex and Devin.

"Maybe I DID go overboard. I wasn't trying to put that much power into it, but still, he did it just for attention. He wasn't even primarily trying to annoy us. If that was his intention, why didn't he just find some less-annoying way to reveal himself?" Devin answered with his own question on the end.

"Devin, Virgil's a fat retard. He's fatter than you, and to make it worse, he was once skinny. You've always been chubby as far as I've known you. Virgil was actually THIN once. He was even really smart back then. He ran frickin' circles around me in school, especially in math! Now look at him... Clint, I know you don't know much about Virgil, considering you mainly lived in the Canton City District, but Virgil was much different back then than you might have known. Maybe looking at him now and then back then gets me so mad at him. Also, don't worry about me killing someone. I'm not that bad." Alex replied.

"Fine..." Clint decided to just end it there, now remember his own journey to being a Misfit.

Clint had remembered that he had lived in the main part of Canton for the majority of his life, up until he had become 14 or 15. It had been in late 1999, around the time of the Columbine Shootings in Littleton, Colorado when he had first come to Canton South, moving there due to the death of his grandfather in December 1998 and inheriting his trailer in Fohl Village.

Alex hadn't even arrived there yet, a grade behind him, and Clint had been introduced to Devin and Vernon first, as well as one of the teachers he knew the most, a man known as Mr. Paul Summers, and his assistant, Ms. Patti Stryker. He didn't immediately blend in with Devin and Vernon, but he adapted well to Mr. Summers and Ms. Stryker, and they had even come up with some interesting jokes just for him.

He remembered how Ms. Stryker always called him "Clint-meister". However Clint also remembered that he had never crossed paths with any of his fellow Misfits in the past, since they had lived in the Canton South district. He especially missed some of his other friends in the Canton City district, but he realized that he was going down a better path at South, despite his moderate dislike for the area he lived in.

Now that he could fly, he was beginning to deal with getting around much better than he used to, and was actually getting out better than before. He remembered how active he was physically as a child, back in Canton as well. But he decided to get off those thoughts, as he noticed Dan had come, and was now walking over to them with Dusty, Dwayne and Steve, and all four sat down at the table with Devin, Clint and Alex.

"Well, what're you three talking about?" Dusty asked, noticing a bit of a debate or argument going on between the other three.

"Mainly about morals with our newer powers. I don't want Alex mainly overdoing it and hurting someone else." Clint replied back.

Dusty looked at Alex and smirked, "Indeed, I know how he can be sometimes. Even when he doesn't try he sometimes overdoes it."

Alex looked back at him, "Well, at least I can do more here than you all can, except maybe Vernon, but he's gay anyways."

Dusty rolled his eyes, "Well, I just hope you remember how close I came to defeating you when we were kids."

Alex growled at that remark, as Dusty was referring to a time in their past when they were kids. They had used to be neighbors, and Dusty had infact once lived in the house that Goku and Vegeta were now occupying. In those days, Dusty was more a bully figure, and had once sat on Alex's head, and dunking it into the fishing pond behind his house, almost drowning him once. They had gotten over that event, but Dusty always brought it up when Alex got overly confident.

Now I have another reason to train more, so I can get him back someday for it! Alex thought to himself in anger. "One day I'll make you eat those words." he said, although not in such a hateful voice, but more a challenging one.

"Bring it on, monkey boy. You might have learned energy attacks, but I've got a few little tricks up my sleeve, and not to mention Dwayne and Steve have been training me." Dusty replied.

"Whatever, I could probably perfect their attacks without their help!" Alex growled back, then turning to the two wrestlers in question, "No offense of course, you two."

"Good luck learning some of our NEW abilities, since we taught Dusty a few of ours, we're developing new moves to make up for it." Steve replied back.

"I'll figure them out too eventually! I can learn any attack I see!" Alex boasted proudly.

Devin, Clint, Dan and Dusty just rolled their eyes.

Well Alex, I wonder if I should use 'it' on you... no, no I won't. You haven't annoyed me just yet, but it's too bad you don't have your wheelchair anymore, else I could do what I did last year. Dan though to himself, referring to a joke he played on Alex the year before in the lunch room, putting a small water balloon in Alex's wheelchair just before Alex could sit in it. It had gotten his pants almost soaked, and Alex had not been happy with Dan for the incident, and Dan still wondered if Alex was going to try to get him back for it now that he had trained.

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 7:18am; Canton, Ohio)

Meanwhile, Jason had done much similar to the others, and had just flew to school that day. He didn't care if anyone saw him or not, because he was in a hurry to get the day over with. He wasn't planning to come back for a while after the day was over due to his training schedule. He quickly entered the northern entrance across from the cafeteria where Clint and the others were, and quickly turned the corner inside and went up the steps. At the top of the first flight of steps Jason walked down the hallway, to his locker, and opened it within a few seconds, putting his essentials into it, and taking out his school supplies, which had slightly began to collect dust. He then closed the locker, and continued down to the end of the corner, where there was a door on the left. He opened the door and walked in.

The room was mostly rectangular and large, with many desks at various parts of the room, as well as strange collages on the wall with pictures of various things. Among them, apparently Jason, Vernon, Clint, Virgil and Devin had made a few of them, Devin's being filled with cars and girls, as well as most of the others. Alex's had a combination of games, girls and anime. There were also two larger desks on the other end of the room from the door. Both had computer monitors and keyboards on them, and at the one to Jason's left sat a woman in her 30s, writing on something important looking, and once in a while grumbling about something, and on his right was Vernon, already sitting down in a seat somewhat close to the door.

"Hey Vernon." Jason said first.

"Jason." Vernon replied back in a one-word reply he was known for using.

Jason then turned to the woman at the other desk, "What's up Ms. Stryker?"

Patti Stryker looked up from her desk, "Jason! So nice to see you again. I wondered where you and Vernon had gone!"

"Sorry... it's a long story, and I'm not sure we're ready to give all of the explanation. Some of it would be hard to believe." Vernon replied.

"Hey Vernon, is Devin, Clint, or Alex here as well?" Ms. Stryker asked.

"Devin came here with me this morning, and I think I saw Alex go into the cafeteria. Of course, now that he doesn't need his wheelchair, it's not so easy to pick him out." Vernon replied back.

"That's true. But have you guys seen your winged friend yet today?" Patti then asked back.

"Nina? Not yet, but I'm sure she'll be here. Also, you may not believe this yet, but we got some guest celebrities at school today that arrived with Dusty." Jason replied.

"I heard from Mr. Knight about The Rock and Steve Austin already. Mr. Summers also did, and he should be coming in a few minutes." Ms. Stryker replied.

"Wait a minute... isn't Virgil supposed to be here?" Jason asked.

"Virgil won't likely be coming in." Vernon replied, "At least he'll be late, I know that much."

Suddenly, the door opened again, and walked in another man, about 5'10" to 6' even. He had short orange-red hair, almost to the point of being bald, also with a Mark Mc-quire look to him, a medium-thick mustache, and a slightly portly build. He also had what appeared to be an almost permanent semi-smirk on his face.

Vernon and Jason looked at him closely, as the man noticed them and spoke, "Well well well. Look who decided to come back after almost 2 weeks!"

"Long time no see, Mr. Summers." Jason replied with a trace of his usual goofiness.

"Yeah, long story about our absence." Vernon replied back.

Mr. Paul Summers looked at them with that odd smirk on his face, "Well, do tell some time, you two. I'm sure it's more worth it than being in ISS all week."

Vernon and Jason cringed inside, "We're sorry about the absence. Things lately have been draining us of our time in general." Jason then replied.

Just then, the door opened a third time, and Clint walked in, followed by Devin, who was apparently only going in for a few moments to drop off something in the room.

"Well, if it isn't Devin and 'Skippy'!" Mr. Summers greeted, calling Clint by the latter name.

Ms. Stryker looked up at Clint and smiled, "Heeey Clint-meister, long time no see!"

Clint looked to both teachers, "Hey all. Sorry I've been gone a while. The last few days have been hectic." Clint replied, and then looked to Jason and Vernon, as he pulled out a note in his pocket, "You two give him your notes yet?"

Vernon and Jason blanched a second, and would've smacked their heads had they not been in public, digging into the pockets, and also pulling out notes, and giving them to Mr. Summers. He took all three and read them, with a analytical look on his face.

He then smiled briefly back at them again, "All right, I guess that'll work." Clint, Jason and Vernon sighed in relief.

Devin looked over to Mr. Summers, "Don't worry, I'll give mine to the auto teacher when I arrive. Alex has his on him for Mr. Miller, and Virgil's out sick I think. I haven't seen him yet today." As if he'll even be able to move that much the way we nailed him last night... Devin then afterthought.

"I'll talk to you later then, Devin. Good day in auto class, and make sure if you can, that The Rock, Stone Cold and Dusty don't screw around too much. I heard they're planning some party in the Heritage Room with Mr. Blike today." Mr. Summers replied.

"Okay then." Devin replied and walked out.

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 7:22am; Canton, Ohio)

Nina was usually one of the later arrivals to Canton South, due to the fact she didn't prefer dealing with all the crowds in the morning and waited until about the time of the first bells in the morning. She had been flying southwards at somewhat high speed, knowing she would need to be there in about 10 minutes. She wondered what everyone else would say about her and the others being gone all this time. Nina's role at CSHS was a wildcard.

She wasn't really a student there in any way shape or form. She had more or less been led to the other Original Misfits by fate and visions. She recalled her journey through the depths of the Infinity Path on her own world, learning that within the deep bowels of the path lie other gateways leading to worlds beyond normal comprehension. She also remembered how she had been on her soul search, and had been led to the gate to Earth, and how it closed on her after going in.

She had to fend for herself for a while, eventually getting a house in the 29th street district of North East Canton. She then recalled she had followed a faint signal of sorts to CSHS one day, leading her to Clint, Alex, Jason, Vernon, Devin, Dusty, Dan and Virgil. She had remembered how the entire student body reacted to her. Many of them were freaked out, others were just stunned. Some even thought she was a freak human, not believing that her kind could really exist. Nina grumbled at that, she had once started out a much nicer person before, but her journey had made her a bit more rough around the edges, and she even drank liquor once in a while, gaining the habit from a friend of hers from her own world.

She wondered why she even still went to CSHS. She was more a bystander that kept tabs on her friends than anything else, and once in a while she would assist other teachers, such as Mr. Summers, Ms. Stryker, and another recent addition for the year, an art teacher named Mr. Christopher Bergert. It was in fact Mr. Bergert that was responsible for the change in Clint's art style, allowing him to enter the picture that won them the Toonami Pick-an-Engine contest, and then the merger itself.

Nina sighed with a half-bitter smile on her face. "Here I come to wreck the day..." she said to herself, using a modified line off of Devin.

However as she moved closer to CSHS, she saw something in the air up in the distance. It looked to be a figure, flying much like she was, through Bukujutsu. She then zoomed up a little for a closer look. The figure was wearing pink, and had medium-length blonde hair.

That must be Paula up there, but where's she going? It almost seems like she's going to CSHS as well. Nina thought to herself. To Nina, Paula was kinda a kindred spirit. They met but hadn't talked a great deal since the merger had occurred, but Nina was lonely with only other boys running around in her group, and Paula was the only other girl she knew of in her immediate group of Misfits that didn't care about how she looked and acted.

Nina zoomed ahead, and caught up with her, and Paula looked to her side to see her, "Hey Nina, I take it you're heading to South?"

"Yeah, are you?" Nina replied.

"Yeah. Long story. I figure I can at least see what they do, and also watch Clint at the same time." Paula said back.

"Why're you watching him?" Nina asked in confusion.

"Last night when I took him back from his little prank with Jason, I met his parents. They told me that Clint told them of most of the events of the merger. They believe from my past actions that I can keep him out of trouble, since he's a lot more powerful than they are right now, so I told them I'd see what I could do." Paula explained.

Nina winced at that mentally, knowing Clint wasn't likely the one Paula needed to watch over, "It may be little of my business, but I don't think Clint's the one you'd need to watch."

"Why?" Paula asked, simply and to the point.

"Well, Clint is normally very good natured, and he's not one I know to abuse his powers. I remember that he mainly trained only so he could fly almost as often as he wanted a day, and not for the same reasons as the others."

"Really?" Paula was perplexed now, "If that is so, and since you know them more than me, who SHOULD I watch the most?"

"Alex and Vernon... honestly, and I can't say when you might need to watch one more than the other. Most of the times Alex acts more arrogant and power-hungry, but I know he's not truly out to abuse his power. He wants to be a hero like many others. Vernon is also very slow to anger as well, but he can be quite arrogant as well." Nina replied, and then thought of her little shrinking escapade with them, "You know Paula, I've actually had to step into one of their arguments once."

"Really? What did you do?" Paula asked in wonder. "Well, you heard of my ability to shrink others, right?" Nina asked, and Paula nodded to her in reply, "Well, let's just say I've used it on those two once. I even threatened to feed them to my cat Oscar, just to get them to shut up. From then, they stopped arguing so much with me around. Trust me, they don't argue like that often, but when they do, it can get messy. Beware of that."

"Okay, but exactly what do you do over at the school anyways? You never told some of us." Paula asked.

"Well, mainly I just hang out there, watching the whole original group in general, and sometimes assisting some of the teachers, but the student body has mixed opinions of me. Some of them are scared of me, others are intrigued by me, and some scorn me and call me a human freak of nature. Obviously they aren't as well versed in the merger as the rest of us are, so I can understand them in that area, but still... their scorn can hurt..." Nina said, becoming more depressed by the moment, "Nina, get a grip on yourself..." she then said to herself almost in a whisper, "Don't want to be going nuts on the liquor like Katt does."

"Who's Katt?" asked Paula, hearing her whisper.

"Well... I'll explain that later, but why don't we both stick together today. I think you might actually be a good influence on some of these bratty kids." Nina replied, a bit surprised Paula heard her comment at all, she then piped up as the school came into the distance.

"We're here, let's land a bit conspicuously." Nina advised to Paula, and she nodded in return, as both landed on the baseball field near where Clint had landed earlier, and approached the school from the football field entrance, heading in from the doors near the weight room.

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 7:31am; Canton, Ohio)

After walking around for about 20 minutes, Steve, Dusty and Dwayne finally stopped at the Heritage Room, the restaurant that Dusty worked at. Dan unfortunately had to go off to wielding class on the other side of the school near the track, so he had already left. Dusty walked the two wrestlers through the front entrance, while Dusty walked back into the white-tiled kitchen. He found a few of his fellow chefs, along with his teacher, and head of the Heritage Room, Mr. Thomas Blike. Mr. Blike was a good acquaintance with both Dusty and Clint.

Dusty worked in the Heritage Room for the majority of his day at school, and had been doing so ever since his junior year in 1999. Being a senior had it's advantages, thought Dusty to himself at times, and today was especially one of those times, as Mr. Blike and his classmates had been called in advance about the special morning party for the workers that Dwayne and Steve had planned. The two wrestlers were setting up some of their things at the tables outside, and the dishes were specially set up for the visitors. Mr. Blike was also more aware of Dusty's latest undertakings than many of the other teachers.

"Dusty, welcome. I'm glad to see you made it today. How's the training been going?" Mr. Blike asked.

The unique thing about Mr. Blike to the Misfits was the fact that they had never seen him get remotely angry at anything as far as they knew. He wasn't always perfectly cheerful, but he was very good at remaining calm under pressure.

"Yeah Mr. Blike, Dwayne and Steve are setting things up out in the front." Dusty replied, referring to the wrestlers by their real names now, as he had gotten to know the two more personally than the other Misfits so far. Dusty then looked around, noticing a small girl working on frosting donuts near the office in the room.

"Hey Viola, been a while!" Dusty spoke up.

Viola looked at him, and smirked, "So you finally hauled your ass back to work, eh? I heard you've been hanging out with celebrities." Apparently Mr. Blike was more lenient than most knew, as he didn't berate his students or mark them about swearing as long as it was minor.

"Yeah, long story Vi. Let's just say I've changed a little in the last week. You need help with transporting those?" Dusty replied.

"Hold yer horses, Dusty. Let me frost the damn things first." Viola replied, causing a loud chuckle out of Dusty.

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 7:36am; Canton, Ohio)

Dwayne and Steve in the meanwhile were still continuing to set up a few more things, including their own TV that they had taken in with them from the bus. As they were setting the TV up near the front entrance, they saw Nina and Paula walking past from the left side.

The two girls noticed the wrestlers, and looked at them in slight surprise, "What're you two doing here?" Paula asked.

"It's a surprise Steve and I set up for the school today. We figure since it's likely the others won't be here often, that they might want to have a more interesting day now." Dwayne answered.

"Besides, we've never done a high-school tour in our history." Steve finished.

"Is Dusty back in the kitchen?" Nina asked.

"Yes, but he's talking to Mr. Blike and the others, so he can't talk right now, and I think you two might want to get somewhere before the bell rings in 5 minutes." another student had said walking into the room. He was about Dusty's right, similar hairstyle, except slightly longer, and wearing glasses a bit like Dan's.

"Alright then Ryan. Tell him we stopped by. If he needs us, we'll be down in Mr. Herris's room." Nina replied.

"Okay Nina. I'll try to remind him." Ryan replied, and walked back into the kitchen, and then Paula and Nina proceeded further down the hall, around the corner, past the kitchen entrance of Mr. Blike's kitchen, and then around another corner down a long hallway, leading back to the area near the field entrance, and Mr. Miller's weight room.

Just to the left of the weight room entrance was the door to Mr. Dennis Herris's piano-keyboarding class. This is was one of the places Nina would normally stop by. She normally played on the piano with the other students, and Mr. Herris was quite friendly to her. He had even been told a few thing about Nina's own past and of the world she was born on. Mr. Herris was surprised at first, but he worked well with it. Also, Nina could also keep a small bit of tabs on Alex, who went to weight class just one door down from her. She listened in and already noticed Alex's trapper-keeper laying on the table in the weight room lobby as she came to the doors, so she knew he was probably changing for class now. As she and Paula entered the piano room, they had not been fully aware that one blond-haired boy with a pointy buzz-cut had been watching them from a distance.

He looked a bit perplexed at them, "Hmm... seems the winged bitch-freak has found a friend to mope with. Whatever..." he said as he walked in towards the weight room.

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 7:40am; Canton, Ohio)

Nearby, Alex had finally finished changing into his weight room clothes. He grumbled at the fact that now he could walk that he had to change like everyone else. He liked being free from that annoying problem with his legs, but he knew that he had forfeited a few social advantages, like being able to skip in line at various places, or not having the change in the weight room, to name two. Oddly enough, he was one of the first ones in class this time, and he was normally used to being late. It must have been the drills given to him by Goku and Vegeta that had given him this sense of being on time. He walked outside the room and looked at the equipment around the room.

He gave a half happy, half bitter sigh. I don't know rather to be happy or mad that I'm too strong for this stuff anymore. On one hand, I can easily impress the others, and scare some of the more annoying tards in here, but on the other hand, there's no challenge anymore.

Alex however would not be able to think anymore as a voice cut through those thoughts like a hot knife through butter, "Well if isn't 'Crutchy McLegs'!" Alex's eyes widened for a moment, and then narrowed, with now a barely contained anger. He twitched slightly, and turned his head back, seeing the same Blond-haired boy that had been watching Nina and Paula a minute ago.

Alex growled, GOD DAMMIT! I forgot about that fucking asshole Jackson1 "What the hell do you want, 'Jackass'!" Alex growled with clenched teeth.

Jackson smirked inwardly and outwardly, "So you finally came back to face your trials like a good little freak-lover, huh?"

"Shut up Jackson. Don't you have anything else to do but piss people off?" Alex said with less anger, but still a deep annoyance.

"Don't YOU have anything else to do but run away and hang around your winged-freak of a friend?" Jackson asked back at him in mocking at Alex's words, referring to Nina.

"You're just mad because not everyone agrees with you about her, you retard!" Alex growled.

Jackson's face turned to a slight frown, "Hmm... really? Well, I guess it makes sense coming from you. You envy her the most out of your stupid 'Misfits', seeing as she healed you of that disability... the one that by all right should've forever stayed with you!" he finished by raising his tone at Alex a little.

Alex and Jackson almost looked like they were going to jump at each other's throats. Jackson McCarakins was considered to be the ultimate jackass of the school in the eyes of all the Misfits, hence their nickname for him. He didn't like Alex much for his disability long back, and taunted him left and right about it. He was also a big supremacist, and picked on pretty much all of the other Misfits, and Nina had become one of his biggest targets after her arrival at CSHS. Jackson hated her with an undying passion, and would never pass an opportunity to taunt her and make her feel bad.

He was also a major reason various students at CSHS saw Nina as a freak with no rights, because despite his jerkishness, he got along with a decent-sized chunk of the younger population. The only Misfit he had any remote like towards was Dusty and Dan, because they barely hung around Nina. However if Jackson had known Dusty's big secret, he would hate Dusty almost more than even Nina.

However, luckily for them, probably Jackson more than Alex, Mr. Mike Miller, the weight room teacher, had come in close. He had not heard the two arguing about their last comments, but they did hear him coming, and Jackson slowly walked past Alex to the locker room, where Alex had only come out of moments prior.

"We'll settle this later, McCripple." Jackson whispered in his ear as he passed.

Alex almost wanted to powerup to Super Saiya-jin and choke the bastard to death right then and there, but then Clint's earlier words settled in. just don't do something you'll regret... he could swear he heard Clint's own voice repeating the words in his mind, over and over.

"Yeah... you're right Clint... I'll take care of Jackson some other time... sometime NOT on the premises..." Alex whispered to himself, as Mr. Miller walked around the corner.

The weight room teacher looked to be about in his late 40s, but he was very well fit for a human. Alex assumed his powerlevel would be about 18-22 on a scouter, as he sensed him. Jackson was only 11, equal with Vernon, Devin and Dusty's original powerlevels prior to the training they had gone through.

Mr. Miller looked over to Alex and looked a bit happy, "Well Alex, welcome back. I hope you've been alright these last few days! Are Clint, Vernon and Devin here too?"

"Yes, all three of them are here, so Clint'll be down here next period, and Devin should be there by 6th period, or so. Vernon will be by at 4th if I remember right." Alex said, now almost fully over his little insult trading with Jackson.

However Mr. Miller had been aware at times the two had conflicted a lot, and noticed that Alex looked a bit distraught, "You okay Alex? You look like you just got done yelling at someone." Mr. Miller asked.

Alex sighed in depression, and Mr. Miller had understood that WAS Jackson again. He walked over to Alex and whispered, "You can't let that kid bother you so much, Alex. I know McCarakins can be a real jerk sometimes, but I know you well. You keep plugging away. You all do..."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Miller, it's just that he keeps insulting Nina, even though she can't help be the way she is, and he hates the fact more so that she healed me, and hates her more for destroying some of his credibility. I've got a feeling that if I don't pop on him soon, Nina just might." Alex said, ending with a thought of worry.

"Don't worry Alex, let's see if you've improved over the last few days." Mr. Miller slapped him on the back, pep-talking him, and Alex smirked... and beamed inwardly.

"Yes, I'll be sure to do test myself... I'm going to probably love it in here today." Alex replied, making Mr. Miller a bit curious to what he meant...

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 8:07am; Canton, Ohio)

Back in Mr. Summers' room, Clint, Vernon, Jason, and a few other of Mr. Summer's students where primarily getting ready for their English assignment. Mr. Summers was still a bit curious about why they would have been out for so long. The notes he had gotten from the three Misfits had been genuine, but something was off about the way they acted towards each other now. He didn't remember Clint being quite so talkative with Jason or Vernon. Clint was usually the first to complete his assignments, and would lay his head on the desk afterwards until one of the others would get done.

Jason and Vernon soon completed their assignment, and the three were now talking in a close area of desks in the back part of the room, closer to Ms. Stryker's desk than his own. He also noticed Clint was again petting Slider. Slider was the class's pet guinea pig, and Clint had a fondness to him from the first times he was ever in the class since he arrived in late April of 1998.

"So, I wonder what Stone Cold and The Rock are cookin' in Mr. Blike's class?" Vernon said, not even realizing the partial line of Dwayne's that he just uttered.

"Actually, a better question: has Viola killed Dusty yet?" Jason said with a silly chuckle, referring to a friendship between the louder Misfit and the small girl worker in Mr. Blike's room.

Apparently the two had known each other for quite some time, and Viola always hung around Dusty like a good friend, even pretending once to be his girlfriend just to freak a few people out. Jason remembered how Dusty was a bit embarrassed and threatened to deck Jason a good one if he made fun of him publicly about it.

Clint thought to himself, Something... something is odd here. It almost feels too normal again, like before the trip to Japan and the merger. He then spoke up, "I wonder what Nina's doing right now, none of us here saw her yet today."

"I got a feeling she's in Mr. Herris's class." Ms. Stryker piped in from nearby, "I actually saw her a few minutes before class. She was being accompanied by another girl. I'd never seen HER before though. She seemed a bit... mysterious to me. Would any of you happen to know a blonde-haired girl with shoulder length hair, a hair ribbon, and a light pink dress?"

Clint, Vernon and Jason did realized who she referred to, "I think we know her, Ms. Stryker. She's another of our new friends." Vernon replied.

"I see... well, just between you three, and me and Mr. Summers, I think Jackson's being mean to her again. I saw him watching those two, and he seemed to be later arguing, apparently with Alex in the weight room. About what I don't know, but I know that little rat picks on Nina too much." Ms. Stryker then replied.

Clint, Vernon and Jason growled inwardly at the mention of Jackson's name. That kid hated them for apparently no reason. He especially seemed to hate Vernon the most out of the three present Misfits, apparently having to do with Vernon's athletic ability on track. Mr. Summers, unbeknownst to the three, had caught their strange looks while Ms. Stryker had been talking to them, and began to think to himself about the activities of those three. He knew Devin and Alex were also involved. He was also a bit curious to Virgil's absence that day.

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 8:31am; Canton, Ohio)

Alex mused to himself. He had started off lifting like normal, and not raising his powerlevel much above the 8.4 he had started out with. However even then, he was lifting better than he normally was. Most of the students in the class had not yet noticed. However, two particular students had noticed a slight change in him. These two were known Thomas and Timothy Steigerwald. Both were identical twins, and most of the Misfits had a good amount of difficulty telling who one or the other was. Also, Devin and Alex weren't the most fond of them. Clint was more or less indifferent to them, having them in his weight class the year before, but never really getting genuinely bothered by them. However now, they were curious as they watched this go on.

"Hey Alex!" Tim shouted over to him, causing Alex to groan.

Oh great, what do those two 'tards want? "I'm a bit busy here, Tom." Alex said, trying to mask his annoyance by pretending to struggle with the bench press he was doing.

"Alex, I'm over here. Tim's the one who asked you a question." Tom replied from the other side of the room.

"Yes... TIM, what do you want?" Alex said, trying not to clench his teeth in annoyance.

"I noticed you're getting better, but can you lift more?" Tim asked.

Alex smirked inward, Why not? Maybe it'll shut them up! "Okay Tim... Tom... I'll see what I can do. Could you guys load me another 350 pounds on both sides?" Alex asked almost innocently, getting all the other students, including Mr. Miller's attention.

Alex's glee was slightly cut down when he noticed that bastard Jackson wasn't present, and probably outside on the track, knowing that Jackson was trying to become Vernon's superior in that. He supposed the current audience would have to do.

"You sure, Alex?" Tom asked, a bit taken back at Alex' request, but inside, he was curious, as he started helping his twin load another 700 some pounds onto Alex's bar.

"Yeah, quite sure. I've done some training in the last week, and I guess now's a better time than ever to test it." Alex replied, also noting the 350 pound weighted clothing he was wearing and hidden underneath was also going to make this possibly even more priceless.

"I'll see how many repetitions I can do here... count for me, will ya guys?" Alex asked with a devious smile.

Alex suddenly started lifting the 750 lbs of weight at a somewhat fast pace, his weighted clothing making it a tad difficult to move his arms completely, but other than that, he was doing a great job, now doing 20 reps in under 8 seconds. Tom and Tim were awestruck, Mr. Miller was impressed, and the other students were shocked to fear, as Alex just kept going and going, until he had done a good 64 repetitions, stopping at that much only because he was tried of waiting for Jackson to come in and see him doing them. Unfortunately, the jerkwad had never arrived during his show-off time, and that had gotten under his skin a bit. However he had accomplished one goal, to awe the people around him with his new strength. Alex smirked more than he had ever in his life at that time, proud of himself, and the clapping he got from Tim and Tom, as well as Mr. Miller's.

He was surprised the Steigerwalds were actually clapping sincerely for him. Apparently... they might not have been so bad... Yeah... R...E...S...P...E...C...K... Respect! Alex thought to himself.

However as he lifted up, he felt a decent pain on his arms. Apparently he wasn't quite so perfect on those last 11 repetitions, and his muscles were a bit sore, but it had been worth it to put that shock on their faces. Alex then grabbed onto some of the weights in his clothing, and removed them in front of his classmates, the weights hitting the floor with heavy bumps and clangs. That just made the scene even more priceless. Mr. Miller was going to make sure he found out what had changed Alex's ability in the last week. He also wondered if Clint, who was going to be in his next class in about 10-20 minutes, would be able to make the same improvement...

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 8:41am; Canton, Ohio)

Mr. Herris had noticed the change in Nina pretty fast. After arriving to his class, as he had been normally one of the last to arrive, he noticed Nina and Paula sitting at nearby pianos, already working at them. Nina was already well experienced with the piano, and she was playing a nice melody of hers from her own world. Paula on the other hand was more or less a beginner, and having to use a copy of one of the music books in the class.

Mr. Herris also noticed Paula was different as well, and wondered where she might have come from herself. Nina had also seemed to lighten her mood a good deal in the last 30 minutes, as Paula had been trying to make her feel better about some of the problems in her life, and Nina was happy that someone else cared more. It was nothing personal against the others, but many of them never tried to make themselves too well acquainted to Nina. Except possibly Dusty. Nina had an odd feeling about him, but she wasn't too sure just yet.

"So, who is your new friend anyways, Nina?" Mr. Herris decided to ask.

Paula looked up in response, and decided she would do the honors, "Polestar, Paula. I'm a new friend of Nina's. We met not too long back, a few days ago, actually. I'm here to help Nina out with watching some of our friends here at the school."

"So, you're friends with Alex and Clint too?" Mr. Herris asked, knowing both of them, as both had talked to him a couple of times in the past.

Paula got up, and walked over to him, and then whispered to him, "Yes, in fact, I'm kinda here to watch Clint. His parents want me to take care of him for the time being. I'm also here to help Nina watch the other Misfits here."

Mr. Herris was also aware of the Misfits group from the past as well, as he had gotten the chance to meet Dusty in the Heritage Room once, he had met Vernon and Devin outside school once or twice, and he had also known even Virgil, who by ironic coincidence was also in his class in a later school period.

Mr. Herris looked at her, and whispered back to her, "I see. Well, all I ask is that you do me the favor of keeping watch over those guys. They're a good bunch, but they tend to get reckless. Also, please watch over Virgil as well. I know he's a bit hard to deal with... but I think he's got the potential to change..."

Paula took his words into seriousness, noticing something was... how she felt to be prophetic in his words.

"Alright... I will..." she replied back, and walked back to her piano silently from that point on. She wouldn't play her song as well for the rest of the 15 minutes she was there...

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 8:46am; Canton, Ohio)

The bell for the next period was about to ring, and Alex was finishing changing back into his normal clothes, much quicker before Jackson could get in there and annoy him. However, apparently he wasn't so fortunate, and Jackson had decided to walk into the room to change himself.

He looked at Alex and smirked at him again, "So, freak-lover, how sucky did you do today?" he was a bit snide in his remark.

Alex growled, "For your information, tard-boy. I was sweet in class today, but unfortunately, you were so obsessed with the track that you didn't get to see me. What, are you in love with that thing, or do you REALLY think you can beat Vernon! He's improved a lot in the last few days. You don't have a prayer against him anymore, and you never will!"

Jackson scowled, "Oh really! What exactly makes you think I can believe a word you say, you crippled warhorse? You know next to nothing about real life, little boy, and perhaps you should be put on a large boat, sent out to sea, and sunken to the bottom, along with your wretched freak-girl and your other 'Misfits'!" he began to lose his temper with each word.

Alex almost wanted to erupt, but he just looked at him with a neutral, but poisonous expression on his face, "Jackson, it doesn't matter. You can banter with me until your face turns blue. God has spoken. I am BETTER THAN YOU." he said, as he began to walk out of the room.

"YOU ARE WRONG." Jackson growled, now about to the last of his patience with Alex, "You... you are gum on the bottom of a cat's foot! You aren't even worthy of being HUMAN. Your destiny on this planet was to be a weakling, and if it wasn't for that winged whore, you'd have learned your place by now! Why do you think I hate her so much! I hate her because she's too tall to be normal, she has those stupid wings... she's like some fuckin' half-bird, half human! She doesn't deserve to have friends!"

Alex looked to him with a glare of murder in his eyes, but surprisingly, he did not attack Jackson, but his hair began to stand up, as if a gust of wind had came into the room, and his hair flickered from black to gold several times, and his eyes from coal black to turquoise.

Jackson was a bit taken back by this, but he regained his composite, "Are you going to try to fight me, freak-lover! I'll enjoy removing you from this Earth if you dare!" Jackson growled back, in truth a bit scared behind his mask of anger.

Alex simply replied, "You know what... let me explain something to you, you queer little donkey-fucker. You are right about one thing. I am NOT human. I am BETTER than a human, I am above you and your petty strength. Secondly, you need to have proper intelligence to make such big assumptions about one's destiny. And three, you had better fuck off with Nina, before SHE decides to do what I've lately been hoping to Hell and back to do to you. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"

Jackson just looked at him with a surprised look of pure malice in his eyes, "How dare you..."

"SHUT UP JACKSON." Tom growled and interrupted from further behind him, "Alex IS stronger than you, by a landslide now. He was able to lift 750 lbs, and WITH 350 more pounds of weighted CLOTHING, almost 70 times in under 2 minutes. I don't see you even scratching the surface of that, Jackson."

Jackson looked back at Tom in shock, "How... how can you be on HIS side!"

"We BOTH are." Tim replied, "I'm surprised you don't hate us even more than him. That 'winged whore' as you call her, never did ANYTHING wrong to you, and neither did the other Misfits. I wouldn't miss it for the world if they wanted to beat the living shit outta you for your nazist comments."

Jackson was just in utter shock, and an near indescribable anger for all three of them now, and most of the students in the room, who appeared to be supporting Tim, Tom and Alex.

"You're all fools... you're all wrong. I'll prove it to you." Jackson said in reply, deathly calm, as he watched Alex, Tim, Tom and the other students leaving the room...

Outside the room, Alex and the Steigerwalds sighed in relief, both at the fact Mr. Miller had surprisingly NOT heard the commotion of the last argument, and that they were out of the prescience of Jackson. The three of them were a little spooked at the kid, despite the fact most of his words were empty lies. Alex was also shocked that Tim and Tom directly defended him in there. Of course, the two twins had never liked Jackson either.

"Thanks for the help you two. I'm surprised you did all that for me..." Alex said, a bit embarrassed.

"Don't sweat it Alex. Trust me and Tim when we say that kid needs to be checked into a mental institution. We'll talk to you later." Tom said, as he and his brother took their books and stuff and left the room. Alex saw Mr. Miller entering the room from outside as this happened.

"Alex, I'm impressed. You've changed a good deal in the last few days. Whatever you're doing, keep it going, and keep to your guns. Sorry I can't talk more, but I gotta check on something in my office." Mr. Miller looked a bit in a hurry, and Alex was left to walk towards the exit of the room, as he saw a couple other students walking in.

As he began to leave, he heard a conversation forming in the back of his head.

A student had asked, "Mr. Miller, how's it going man?"

He then heard Mr. Miller say, "Checking something on TV for a moment. Something about a plane crashing."

The student then asked, "Where?"

"Somewhere in New York..." Mr. Miller's voice trailed off, as Alex left the room. A simple plane crash wasn't a big deal of news to Alex, those happened pretty often.

He was more concerned with getting to his study hall with Mr. Danaska before Jackson got out of the weight room, and tried to confront him somewhere in the halls. He knew Jackson might have been crazy enough to try to fight with one of them. One the way, he saw Clint carrying his stuff and heading towards that direction.

"Hey Clint, I'm warning you now, Jackson's PISSED. I really got under his skin with my new strength, and I know you could take him too from your power now, but he might try to pick a fight with you if you run into him." Alex said.

"Okay then, I'll watch for him. Thanks for the heads up, Alex." Clint replied, as he walked down the hallway. Alex shrugged and went off towards the lunchroom, where his study hall was.

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 8:53am; Canton, Ohio)

Clint continued walking down the hallway, now his day made a little more interesting with the warning from Alex about Jackson. Clint could honestly admit that he hated Jackson with a passion, and he hated few people in his life. Jackson was a spoiled brat, apparently very rich, although he didn't wear very classy clothes. However his parents were also prejudiced, and somewhat racist. Their hate had passed down to Jackson, and apparently got amplified along the way in his school life.

Clint, nor any of the other Misfits, never understood why Jackson hated them, and especially Nina, due to the fact she was the main target of oppression in the school. Even Virgil, who was picked on a lot by the student body, was never bothered in the ways Nina was. Clint mentally growled to himself as he saw a somewhat pissed Jackson turn the corner. However apparently he had seen Clint, and decided to turn the other direction, instead of walking towards him.

However before he did walk off, he mouthed one phrase at Clint, but not in voice, only in movement of mouth: "Stay out my way, freak lover."

Clint grumbled at him as he left around the corner. He then decided he would mouth his own choice set of words back, and moved down to the corner at a faster speed, but when he turned the corner, he saw no sign of Jackson. Apparently he turned to go into the gym nearby, and didn't wish to bother any further with him. Clint grumbled to himself, and walked over into the weight class, and quickly going into the dressing room, and changing into his weighted training clothes, which he was planning to use.

He then walked out, and saw no sign of Mr. Miller, and the faint sound of the TV, but he wasn't paying attention to it right away. He went and picked up the 100lbs barbells on the back of the room and started doing curls with them for a few minutes. He didn't even care about keeping his power secret, working at his own pace. A few students came in from his own class, and looked a bit surprised when they saw Clint easily curling both 100 lbs weights in his hand, and the slight lack of weight on his stomach.

"Woah, he changed a lot over time." a random student had stated.

Clint only rolled his eyes at that comment, but the next comment got his attention. "Hey Clint! Long time no see!" it was Mr. Miller's voice.

Clint looked up to his favored weight room teacher, "What's up Mr. Miller?"

"I see Alex isn't the only that's apparently improved in your absence." Mr. Miller replied.

Clint sweatdropped, realizing he was holding a lot more than he normally did, which was around 40-55 lbs per arm. "Yeah, it's a long story Mr. Miller. I'll probably tell you at a more appropriate time."

"Well, I guess I'll leave you to do your thing, I'm gonna back and check on the news." Mr. Miller asked.

"Why?" Clint asked, now curious.

"A few minutes ago, there was an airplane crash," he noticed Clint's face take on a slightly grim look as he sighed, "But it's a bit worse than normal."

THAT got Clint's attention, "How so?"

"You know the World Trade Center in upper Manhattan? It's apparently crashed into an upper story of the north tower. There was a huge explosion, and lots of smoke."

Clint's eyes almost widened to the size of his own head, and he quickly rushed off into Mr. Miller's office, looking at the TV quickly, and sitting down in a spare chair nearby. He had began to see what was apparently eye-witness footage of a plane crashing in to the North tower of the World Trade Center in New York City, New York. The World Trade Center was a major center of trade in America, and for it to be in this situation, it wasn't good.

Mr. Miller entered the office, and realized by the forlong look in Clint's eyes that he was more or less glued to the TV.

"Clint, I know it's bad, but we need to go on with class too." Mr. Miller tried to assure him, but when he looked closer, he noticed Clint's eyes were fixated on a certain part of the screen.

Clint had a bad feeling, "What's going on here..." he said to himself, and only Mr. Miller heard him.

"Please let me watch a couple more minutes. I want to make sure this was an accident first." Clint then said, now listening to some of the news bulletins about the crash.

Mr. Miller was taken back from his words. "What do you mean?" Mr. Miller asked.

"I've got a BAD feeling about how this happened. I don't think this was an accident..." Clint said sadly.

"I'm sure it's not as bad it seems..." Mr. Miller said, until the news suddenly gave word of another news alert.

Clint and Mr. Miller stared at the screen, their eyes showing extreme amounts of disbelief at the scene now playing out in front of them.

"Oh god no..." Clint whispered in fright, as he and Mr. Miller were again viewing the World Trade Center, now from another angle, except now a SECOND plane had flown in low, and crashed into the near uppermost section of the SOUTHERN tower of the WTC, creating a massive explosion. Mr. Miller's eyes were fighting back tears.

Clint's eyes narrowed in a bitter depression and sadness, "Mr. Miller... this is NOT an accident..." he said to himself and Mr. Miller, as the reporters' voices were recording the horrible tragedy.

Other students came into the office asking Mr. Miller what they were planning for the day. However, after hearing about the second plane, they were almost just as glued to the TV as Clint and Mr. Miller now. Needless to say, Clint didn't feel like lifting weights anymore, looking at the digital clock on the wall, saying '9:04am'...

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 9:07am; Canton, Ohio)

Vernon and Jason were still in Mr. Summers' class, now in Math with him. Clint had History class a couple of periods later, but Vernon and Jason had two classes in a row with Mr. Summers. They were bored to near tears with it.

Man, I wish we didn't have to do this crap... Vernon thought somewhat bitterly, I wish SOMETHING would happen.

However, Vernon would soon get his wish, as Ms. Stryker quickly opened the door from the outside, apparently going down to the guidance office to get some documents, and then rushing back in.

"Paul, we need to turn the news on, NOW." Patti replied, in a very grief-stricken, but serious voice. Mr. Summers, Vernon and Jason looked at her with a risky interest at her request, and Mr. Summers pulled out the TV remote turned it on, to channel 5, which was also giving news stories on the crashed Airplanes at the World Trade Center.

The reporters were jabbering on about both crashes, slowly but repeatedly. Vernon and Jason grew a bit sick to their stomachs at the scene of both planes crashing.

"This is horrible." Ms. Stryker said in the middle of one of the reports on the crashes, "I can't believe something like this would happened over there. All those lives cut short..."

Vernon and Jason gulped meekly, and also horrified at what was happening.

Me and my big fucking mouth. Vernon thought bitterly, as he and Jason were thinking to themselves on the horror of all those lives lost.

Those planes probably each had dozens of people, and not to mention those towers. If they were to collapse... thousands will die. Jason thought bitterly to himself, And there's no way to get there in time! Even if Mr. Summers would let us leave with no qualms, we'd never be able to get everyone gathered up in time...2 Jason fought back some tears of grief, and pounded down on his desk in anguish, leaving a tiny crack, "Darn it all!" Jason growled.

"Jason, calm down... there's nothing any of us can do..." Vernon said, also just as mad as Jason, and whispered to him, "Even though we can fly, we're too far away, and not fast enough to get their to make a difference."

"I know, but it sucks, Vernon... it sucks... so much." Jason growled, holding back tears, even though in all honestly he didn't want to...

Vernon looked down forlongly, "I know Jason..." he then looked at the screen once again... I know...

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 9:21am; Canton, Ohio)

Devin was in his auto-tech class, which was over on the other side of the football field and track, and was located inside the Canton South Bus Station as well. Devin was a big car guru, and was fascinated by them. He was also a big fan of speed racing movies, and the Grand Theft Auto games. Anything involving driving cars at high speeds was of great interest to him. He had applied for auto-tech to understand more thoroughly about how to repair and make car engines and doing other jobs for random individuals. His class was ran by Mr. Russell Angel and Mr. Kenneth Williams, the former being the main teacher, and the latter normally out of room and handling the senior class matters.

Devin himself was working on a large engine model that had been given to him and his classmates. It was imperative that this engine be completed as soon as possible, as someone else was coming in apparently to pick it up. A stray student had ran by the classrooms and entered Devin's class, huffing and puffing like he had been running a good distance.

"Mr. Angel, you guys seen the news!" he asked. Devin was a little preoccupied at first and ignored him.

"Why? What's happening?" asked Mr. Angel.

The student panted a bit more, and said "The Twin Towers in New York..." Devin then perked up at that news, as the student continued, "Two planes crashed into them only in the last 30 minutes! One crashed at about 8:50, and the other around 9:05! People are speculating that it was possibly a terrorist attack!" the student replied in exhaustion and depression.

WHAT! Devin was definitely no longer focused on the engine he was fixing. "Any other information known on this?" Devin asked the student, as Mr. Angel quickly turned on the News after hearing this.

"Yes, I think they JUST closed all the tunnels and bridges leading into Manhattan!" the student replied.

Mr. Angel started to watch the news with an incredulous look of shock on his face, as he heard reports just coming in about recent discoveries. After a couple minutes of hearing this report, he called out to his more distant students, including Devin, still trying to work a little on the engine in the room without overdoing it from the anger he felt at the recent news.

"Class... there's been more news on this disaster. We just got reports that FOUR planes apparently lifted off today, bound for different locations. Two Boeing 757s, and two Boeing 767s. One, American Airlines Flight 11, apparently carrying 81 passengers, and 11 crew members, was possibly the first plane to crash into the north tower." Devin's anger began to boil at this, but he remained calm on the outside as Mr. Angel continued, "Another that we think just crashed into the south tower only 20 minutes ago was American Airlines Flight 175, and carrying 56 passengers, and 9 crew members."

This is terrible! Whoever the fuck did this... I swear if I ever... if I ever find the people who did or planned this, I'll rip them to pieces! Devin growled to himself.

But Mr. Angel's news wasn't yet over, "That leaves two planes, apparently United Airlines Flight 93, with 38 passengers and 7 crew members, and American Airlines Flight 77, with 58 passengers, and 6 crew members.

"That's still over 100 people missing!" one student said in disbelief, "What, are these sickos planning to crash THEM as well!"

"Calm down..." Mr. Angel reprimanded the student, "I know this is a horrible attack on life, and it's hard to believe, but I don't think these people are done terrorizing us yet."

"I bet it's those damn Arabs!" another student, Jimmy Broad, one of the class hotheads, had piped in.

"Look, I hate this as much as you Jimmy, but we can't blame ALL the Arabs for this, even IF they did it!" Devin growled.

"Shut up Devin!" Jimmy growled back, "Those damn monsters don't deserve the lives they got! Them and their twisted beliefs!"

"Jimmy, ENOUGH." Mr. Angel grumbled at him, "We will not go around blindly accusing people until the facts are straight. You understand?" Jimmy nodded with a grumble.

"Now, I hate to do this in such a situation, but I can't stop class just yet. We have to get this engine model finished if possible. But I will continue to update you with the news." Mr. Angel continued.

Devin grumbled to himself, If there was only a way I could've helped more...

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 9:28am; Canton, Ohio)

In his study hall, Alex had done much to what he had planned, taking out his CD player and laying his head down on the table he sat at, sleeping away. He always did this in the study hall. He never had anything to do at this point, and now more than ever he was bored to sleep. He at least had something to do last period that could make him feel better, and telling off Jackson had relieved most of his pent up stress, so now he was just relaxing while listening to a WWE Themes CD, specifically Stone Cold's theme by Disturbed. He was sleeping content for about 25 minutes, until he got a jolt to his shoulder.

Alex looked up groggily, wondering who was bothering him. Alex's eyes narrowed in annoyance. It was just John Bruener, aka "The Hump", as Alex and others like Dusty called him, due to the reasonable sized hump on his back.

"Humpy, leave me alone!" Alex grumbled.

"Alex, hate to bother you, but you might want to take a look at the TV. Some major shit has just happened in the last 30 minutes." John said to him.

Alex grumbled again, and looked over to the TV, and saw footage of the Twin Towers on fire. "What the..." Alex's eyes focused a little more, and noticing the TV was showing clips of the second plane's crash into the south tower. As his mind registered this, he bolted up, "What the fuck... Hump, what happened!"

"Here's what they've said so far: It started with a plane crash into the north tower of the World Trade Center in Manhattan at around 8:50am. At first, everyone thought it was just a very unfortunate accident. However, 15 minutes later, a SECOND plane crashed into the south tower, and did similar damage to it. The towers are still under heavy fire, and we've learned that the planes might have been HIJACKED. One plane had about 90 people on it, the other about 65 people on it. Terrorism is highly suspected, and I'm not one to disagree." John explained quickly, "And worse... there are TWO other planes still missing. Apparently they're planned on crashing into places as well. Perhaps they'll come to the towers to finish the job..."

Alex looked to take all of this news in almost casually, acting tired on the outside, but inside... Alex's mind was definitely awake, and boiling red with an indescribable anger.

Fuck. Just... fuck... fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! How dare these fucking bastards attack our country like this! I'LL KILL THE MOTHERFUCKERS RESPONSIBLE! I SWEAR TO GOD! Alex's anger was barely controlled, and surprisingly, he was able to keep so calm on the outside, "This is not good..." he said, barely keeping calm through clenched teeth, and he decided to move over to a table closer to the wall-mounted TV on the back wall of the lunchroom, and was now keeping a heavy watch on the screen, and listening to the news, and the speculations by the reporters.

It's probably those fucking Arab extremists! This kinda of barbarism is up their alley! Alex growled mentally, as he dreadfully kept a silent vigil on the news.

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 9:34am; Canton, Ohio)

In the Heritage Room, Dwayne, Steve, Dusty, Viola, Ryan, Mr. Blike and their other acquaintances were in the midst of a party, with special edition Wrestlemania footage playing on the TV for all the viewers. A couple of others had managed to weasel into the party, and were keeping quiet on one side of the room, but for the most part Dwayne and Steve were also talking about some of their lesser known matches in the past, and some before they had even joined WWE. Dwayne was even talking about his old names: Flex Kavana and Rocky Maivia. He was also thinking a bit about his wife, Garcia, and his newly born daughter, Simone Alexandra.

When he had mysteriously vanished from the training ring in Las Vegas with Stone Cold on August 29th, he had been worried about his 15-day old daughter and his wife, but he had been able to get back in contact with them after a day or two. His family was happy to know both he and Steve were alright, but they were a bit taken back at first when the Rock told them he would remain in Canton for a while. He had asked, if it was possible to find a way for them to meet later on in Canton for a while. The match at Gund Arena coming up was a perfect time, and Dwayne was looking forward to that day. Unfortunately for him and Steve, their party was about to receive a low blow, when one of the teacher assistants from the Vice-Principal's office nearby rushed in.

"Mr. Blike! Have you heard the news!" she asked to them.

"No, I'm afraid we've been watching the Rock and Stone Cold Steve Austin's older matches for the last 40 minutes. What's going on?" Mr. Blike asked.

"There's been a horrible attack on the World Trade Center! At least that's what's being speculated!" the assistant replied.

"What? What exactly happened!" Dusty jumped up in surprise.

"Two planes crashed into each of the towers in the last 50 minutes. One was at around 8:50am, and the other around 9:05am. There's also reports that two other planes are missing. The president also has given a speech on this development. The government suspects the planes have been hijacked by terrorists." the assistant replied back all in one big breath. Dwayne and Steve looked at each other with grim expressions.

"Those towers... if they were to fall..." Dwayne started.

"Dammit... Rock don't say it! People are already dead, and more are likely to die!" Steve stopped him.

Mr. Blike had a forlong expression on his face, "This... this is terrible." He stopped the tape they were watching, and tuned into the news. The reporters on the news quickly filled the entire Heritage Room in on the situation. They even saw the footage of the crashes into the two towers.

"I don't believe this!" Viola screamed, looking for all the world that she was going to let out banshee's wail throughout the room.

Ryan scowled at then news, "Anyone have an idea WHO might be sick enough to plan this?"

Mr. Blike decided to reply, "The way this was done, the evidence likely points to one of those Islamic Extremist groups in the middle east. Which one might have actually done it, that would be hard to figure out. I'm sure whoever these people are, they're going for maximum effectiveness." He then studied a little closer on the recordings of the crashes of WHERE on the towers they crashed on to. Mr. Blike's face slightly paled, as he realized what the terrorists were likely aiming for, "Wait... it looks like they're aiming at the tower supports. Those jets have massive fuel tanks, and they would contain enough gas to burn for several hours. The smoke and flames appear to be on the corner of the towers."

"What would that mean, Thomas?" asked Steve, not bothering to be formal in this situation.

"It means there's a definite chance the tops of the towers will collapse. Whoever would still be in that part of the towers would likely fall to their deaths..." Mr. Blike explained.

"Oh god no..." another Heritage Room chef said out loud. Needless to say, the events of the last 50 minutes changed the mood of the restaurant in seconds. No one wanted to party anymore...

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 9:44am; Canton, Ohio)

Around 9 minutes ago, Paula and Nina had arrived in another classroom in the school when the bell had rang at 9:36. The class was where the art students worked, and was ran by two teachers, Ms. Linda Litterdale, and Mr. Christopher Bergert. Nina had known the two teachers somewhat well, and Mr. Bergert was another close friend of her and the other Misfits. After introducing Paula to the two teachers, they also asked them if they had heard the news so far on the plane crashes. They had confirmed that they knew about both planes, and the other two missing planes, and that more attacks might be coming. As for Paula and Nina, they were appalled, pissed and depressed all at the same time.

Nina personally took the attacks bad, as she began recalling some of the events on her own homeworld. While her old enemies might not have attacked places in exactly the same way, many casualties were suffered... her friends had lost other friends of theirs, close family had been changed, and she had lost her younger sister Mina in the events. Luckily for a certain jackass known as Jackson, neither of them had bumped into each other in the last 50 minutes. Paula on the other hand didn't have much personal tragedy in her life. Her problems were more from within than around her, with the exception of the media, and 'the war against "him"' as she thought of it. She was still appalled regardless, not liking to see people die. She never liked to take lives, and hated such factions like cults of murderous fanatics, and other extremist groups. She had heard the rumors from other students of the middle-eastern Islamic groups being involved, due to the methods the attacks had used so far.

However their woes would only get worse a few moments later. Another news alert suddenly popped up on the art room TV. The report gave mentioning that a THIRD plane had crashed, however it was not at the World Trade Center like the last two planes, but it crashed in a location that made Nina's heart almost stop. A Boeing 757 had crashed into the Pentagon in Washington D.C., the capitol of the entire United States.

When Nina heard that particular news, she came to a grim realization. "This is definitely... a terror attack."

Paula was not so aware of the importance of the Pentagon just yet, but she knew it had to be a big target if someone would crash a plane into it. All Paula knew was that she was beginning to get angry, very angry.

"How could people do something... so EVIL!" she growled in anger, almost enough to start clenching her fists.

Mr. Bergert looked to the TV in depression and sadness, "Another 40 or more people... just gone, and possibly even more."

"Today has not been a good day." Ms. Litterdale replied.

"It's gonna likely get worse." Nina said, still staring ahead at the screen.

"What do you mean by that?" Paula was now interested in this development.

"They attacked the Pentagon, and beforehand, the World Trade Center. This shows a high possibility that the people doing this to us are trying for maximum damage. Paula, I know you're not so aware of these places, but the World Trade Center is a central trading hub here in America, and the Pentagon is considered the military heart of the country. Also, this makes me realize that there's a 90 or more possibility that I know the next possible target."

Mr. Bergert paled in realization, "Oh no... Nina you're not saying..."

"The White House is likely the next target of these madmen." Nina said, and then turned to Paula, "Paula, the White House is the home of the President. And while we might know he's not in the White House, the terrorist DON'T know this, and other people, including possibly his family might be still in there. Also, the White House is one of the most famous and historical monuments in America. If they blew it up, the country's morale would go to Hell and back, and we know one other plane remains in the air."

Paula paled in shock, "That... is bad... horrid..." she only eeped out meekly at the news.

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 9:48am; Canton, Ohio)

Vernon had left Mr. Summers room, and was now in Mr. Jim Eckinger's computer tech class in the southern part of the school on the second floor. Of course, little work was being done with the news. Vernon had also gotten the bulletin of the Pentagon's problems.

Jason's probably going catatonic over in his study hall. Man... this has been a BAD day for America. Vernon was still trying to do some work, or at least surf the internet at the time, to keep his mind off the events, but it wasn't doing a great job, most of the site he ended up at only talking about the ongoing attacks.

Vernon soon gave up surfing and looked back to the TV. Now a bulletin was being stated about the U.S. Capitol Building and the West Wing of the White House being evacuated.

Must be making sure the President's family, and all the high big-wigs are okay first... figures. Vernon thought to himself, with a hint of contempt.

A couple more minutes had passed, with more news that the FAA, or the Federal Aviation Administration had banned all other aircraft takeoffs in the entire country.

That's not gonna be of too much help now, people... Vernon grumbled to himself.

Another student looked back to Mr. Eckinger, "Mr. Eckinger? Do you have any idea what these people might try next?"

Mr. Eckinger looked over to the class and spoke, "Considering the evacuation of many key areas in Washington D.C., it's a good chance the White House or the Capitol Building are high end targets. These terrorists are aiming to cripple our economy and our military stance with this. They probably still think the president is in The White House, so that doesn't help matters for them."

Vernon growled inwardly, These people have gone too far! I swear if I find these asshats, that I'm gonna make their deaths excruciating!

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 9:56am; Canton, Ohio)

Piccolo had not been present at Vernon's house when the news first came. Piccolo had been out on other smaller errands around the neighborhood, so when he finally arrived back at Vernon's house, he was surprised to find #17 was NOT outside for once. He looked around the house for a couple of moments, until deciding to go inside. In Vernon's living room, he saw #17 sitting on a chair watching the news, an angry frown on his face. Piccolo was a bit surprised. Usually #17 was a more cheerful, yet mischievous individual. Piccolo was about to ask

#17 what was wrong, when he turned to Piccolo and spoke first. "You're back... Good, you need to see this, now."

Piccolo was a bit taken back by the tone of #17's voice. It wasn't a commanding voice, but more of a grim voice. Piccolo focused in on the news on the TV, which at that moment had been playing back footage of the first two planes crashing into the World Trade Center, and then afterwards, footage of the Pentagon just after it had been hit by the third plane.

Piccolo's face was a mix of anger, shock and confusion, "What... the hell! #17, what's all of this about!"

"All of this is several hundreds of miles east of us, over in New York City, and in Washington D.C. It started at around 8:50am, when a plane crashed into one of the towers of a major area known as the World Trade Center. 15 minutes later, a second plane hit the other tower, and then about 40 minutes after, the Pentagon in Washington D.C. was nailed by a third plane. The news speculates terrorist activity."

"No shit." Piccolo grumbled at the last part, "Any word on who the hell these idiots are!"

"Some people think some 'Islamic Extremists', or whatever, might have planned this. The reports seem to link the attacks to the style of other types of attacks. Suicide bombings, car bombings, ambush attacks on civilians, or whatever." #17 replied.

"Dammit..." Piccolo grumbled to himself, causing him to scan into the deepest of his memories, memories of a father-figure long dead, one who was much more evil then Piccolo himself ever had been. Damiaou... even HE wouldn't do something like this without some kind of warning! Of course most of the time there was no way to escape him, but these bastards just came out of the blue and attacked these places. I know on our world we dealt with things that made these attacks look childish by comparison, but no human or other creatures so weak should ever be allow to gain the ability to cause this type of destruction.

"Piccolo... what should we do about this?" #17 asked him now. Piccolo looked to the cyborg for a moment, and then to himself. He thought for a minute, although to him, it felt like more of an eternity.

He then looked back to #17. "We'll wait for now. The others are likely finding out about this, but most of them are at their school, and we don't have the school's phone number right now."

Just at around that moment, another bulletin came up. This time it was about an emergency operator in Pennsylvania that had gotten a call from United Flight 93, from a desperate sounding passenger, stating the plane had been hijacked by Arabian, American, and Islamic men carrying sharpened box-cutters.

After hearing that, Piccolo about blanched, "I can't believe these weakling terrorists could ever cause this much damage! Why don't the passengers just attack them!"

"Think about human nature Piccolo. I was human once, I believe." #17 stated. Piccolo groaned.

#17 was right, most human nature was to survive, to keep themselves from death, which meant even cowardice was considered a means to survival. That was why Piccolo didn't get along too well with humans, leading to his earlier bet with Dan in Tokyo, and it was a prime reason Piccolo Damiaou hated humans.

"We may have to reach the others if this gets worse." Piccolo then stated to himself.

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 10:04am; Canton, Ohio)

Goku and Vegeta had slept in all morning. They felt they deserved at least some extra sleep for all the time they had to spend training Alex, and babysitting him and sometimes Vernon. It was because of this, that Goku had just woken up a couple of minutes ago. Fortunately, he wasn't very groggy, but he wasn't used to sleeping in either, so that might have helped matters for him. Vegeta was not quite as awake yet, and freshening up in the bathroom at the time.

Goku walked downstairs, and into the kitchen. He turned on the TV, and turned around to get out some fish in the freezer to cook for himself, when he suddenly heard, "Oh my god... the south tower... it's breaking apart!"

Goku immediately turned to the source of the voice, the TV, and saw a horrific sight. On live TV, news reporters were catching footage of the South Tower of the World Trade Center beginning to break apart at the top, and falling inwards. It didn't stop there, the collective amount of collapsing debris continued to crush down on the more solid parts of the tower, breaking them to pieces, and causing a terrifying domino effect. Only 6 seconds later he had witnessed the entire Southern Tower fall to the ground below. The tower would forever cease to exist as what it once was... Goku could swear in his grief that he had seen some people falling out of the tower as it fell.

He nearly threw up from the sight, and screamed, "VEGETA! WE'VE GOT A SERIOUS PROBLEM!"

Upstairs, Vegeta grumbled slightly at his reflection in the mirror at the high volume of Goku's voice. What the hell could Kakarott mean by that!

Vegeta had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, and quickly finished up his work in the bathroom, and walked downstairs. He walked into the kitchen, hearing something on the TV about the White House now being fully evacuated. THAT did not sound good. He and Goku remembered Alex and Vernon telling them about some of America, including Washington D.C. and the White House and Pentagon.

"Kakarott, what happened!" Vegeta asked.

Goku looked like he was fighting back tears. "This is horrible! All those people... hundreds of people, just gone!"

"What! Kakarott, who's attacking what!" Vegeta asked a bit impatiently.

"Vegeta, hold on, I don't have all the news. All I know is that a large, 80+ story tower filled with people just collapsed about a minute ago." Goku replied.

Vegeta gained a bit of aggravation of his face, "Kakarott, accidents happen all the time! You can't grieve like that for a freak accident!"

"IT WAS NO ACCIDENT, VEGETA!" Goku screamed back, barely keeping from transforming to Super Saiya-jin in anger, "Before the tower collapsed, it was giving off smoke in the upper stories, and it looked like something was burning. The news said a plane crashed into the tower!"

That made Vegeta change his attitude, "What! You're kidding, Kakarott!"

"Afraid not... Look, we need to keep in tune to the news to learn all of it." Goku replied. Over the next couple of minutes, Vegeta and Goku were quickly given all the news so far, including the south tower's collapse.

Vegeta was now fuming, and smashed his fist over the table, breaking it in half. "DAMMIT! How can anyone be such a bunch of cowards! These foreign terrorists have no honor, Kakarott! They would give up their lives for something so trivial?" Goku winced as he looked at the broken table, and Vegeta.

"I take it these attacks hit a personal nerve with you, Vegeta." he replied.

"Kakarott, humans are by no means the only races that stoop to such low-life attacks. Under Frieza's Planet Trade, and before Vegeta-sei had been destroyed, Frieza's henchmen, AND the inhabitants of various planets we conquerored used similar strategies on either us, or each other! However these people are worse for one reason... because they don't even have the power to fly on their own and shoot ki! No mere weakling deserves to be given the weapons of a god with he has little or no understand of it!" Vegeta replied in grim anger.

However they would get more news. Another bulletin was now coming out, about a massive part of the attacked portion of the Pentagon also collapsing. Goku and Vegeta's anger at these events only got worse from it. Vegeta temporarily burst into Super Saiya-jin, and then back out.

"Calm down Vegeta, us getting mad over here is not going to help." Goku said in a stern, rarely used voice.

Vegeta growled, "Then why don't we just teleport to New York City and help these people, Kakarott!"

"Vegeta, I truly wish I could, but nobody that I know is over there. I've never seen most of this new world, aside from a bit of Japan and parts of Canton. There's too many low ki signatures in the disaster areas and around, so teleporting there would only make us end up in some random place, likely nowhere close enough to help. Most of the damage has already been done..." Goku said sadly.

Suddenly yet ANOTHER bulletin popped up on the news. The news was partially relieving to Goku, but there had still been a loss of life. The flight on which the last group of highjackers were taking over had been crashed into a wooded, but clear of life area in Pennsylvania. He knew people had just died, but he also knew it could've been much worse.

"Kakarott, we need to act to this somehow, and you know it!" Vegeta interrupted his thoughts.

"I know Vegeta, I know! We should gather the others. No doubt some of them have heard by now what's going on!" Goku replied. However, speaking of which, the phone in their front room suddenly rang.

Goku, being the lighter mooded of the two saiya-jin, went and picked it up, "Hello?"

"Goku, it's Piccolo." the namekian's voice quickly spoke over the receiver. From the tone in Piccolo's voice, Goku knew he had already heard the news.

"I know... the news... it's a horrible day for the people of this country.3" Goku said.

"Good, you've already heard. What's Vegeta saying about it?" Piccolo asked. Goku turned back to the kitchen, and heard Vegeta grumbling unintelligibly to himself.

"Not good. He's relating these attacks to his own past, but he says these people are worse because 'weaklings don't deserve to wield a god's weapons'." Goku replied.

Piccolo allowed himself a tiny and grim smirk at that. At least Vegeta and him could agree on something once in a blue moon. Piccolo himself was shocked at the collapsing of the towers, and #17 looked on the verge of exploding after the Pentagon's one part collapsed, but calmed down after he learned the last plane didn't hit a populated area.

"Goku, we have to meet up, and gather the others." Piccolo said simply.

"I know, I agree." Goku replied, "I'll call Heero, Buu and Radditz, they need to know about this as well. I don't think Buu will understand it too much, and I have no clue how Radditz will take it, but I'm sure Heero's gonna be pissed."

"You do that, Son." Piccolo said, calling Goku by his surname, which he only did in very serious situations, or when they were sparring at times.

"Talk later." Goku replied, and then he and Piccolo hung up, cutting the connection. Goku then picked up the phone, and sighed. He had to call over at Nina's first to make sure he was there. If not, he would have to try to telepathically contact him. He knew he'd have to do the latter with Buu, and he had no clue how to normally get in contact with Heero, so the latter would have to be done in his case as well...

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 10:15am; Canton, Ohio)

In his auto-tech class, Devin and his class had been given constant updates by Mr. Angel's TV. Devin sighed in relief when he saw the final plane had not crashed down in any populated areas, but he still loathed the terrorists because they had taken hundreds, maybe thousands of lives now. Devin could swear he almost had a heart attack when he saw the South tower collapsing.

This is a nightmare! Devin thought to himself bitterly.

Now the majority of the auto-tech class had no will to go on and finish the engine. Devin looked around, noticing most of the class, even Jimmy were silent and brooding over the final events of the tragic attacks.

This happened all on September 11th... 9-11... what an awful timing for these bastards!

He was wondering how Dan, who was only a few rooms away in the Welding room, was taking the news. No doubt Dan would want to tear these people a new one. He was quite patriotic in nature, and was even considering joining the military at one point in his life. Devin didn't know if these attacks were making Dan consider that decision even more.

It didn't matter, Dan was now much stronger than any other normal human with his training in the last few days. Devin realized that these attacks were an awful reminder to why heroes like the Z-warriors, and possibly even himself and the other Misfits existed, and he knew that he was going need to up his training. He was determined to stop any other attacks like this, rather by extremists, or some other supervillain, from happening again...

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 10:21am; Canton, Ohio)

At the front side of the school, the traffic on Faircrest Ave. E was still bustling despite the news of the attacks, although some people were still being cautious. However people were still devoted to their duties. One such person was Teresa Hamilton, a UPS Delivery driver. She was 5'8", and adorned in a light brown, wavy hair, with almond brown eyes, although one couldn't normally tell through the sunglasses she wore. She also had a beautiful figure, which many woman would die for, and boys were attracted to like flies, as she wore a tight-looking variation of the standard delivery uniform.

She smiled to herself, "Well, I gotta deliver this thing, despite all the crap going on around here." she then looked just a bit disturbed, as she looked at the small box.

It was filled with various supplies that were apparently meant for one of the classes at the school. She picked up the box, which by the size made one wonder of her strength, as it looked like it'd be somewhat hard for a woman of her size to lift it. She walked up the front doors of the school, and knocked on the door, until it was opened. She looked at the student at the door, another girl named Stacey Brownfield, who nodded at her.

"Good day, ma'am, I need to find your principal's office." Teresa asked her.

Stacey looked over a little behind her, and pointed around a corner, "It's not far from here, and right around the corner."

"Thanks." Teresa replied, and made her way down the hall.

At that point, she saw Clint walking down the steps, the same ones Vernon and Jason had ascended in the beginning of the day to meet Mr. Summers, but then turned into another room after getting off the steps. She didn't know him, but she noted a somewhat grim resolve on his face, as she turned into the main office...

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 10:25am; Canton, Ohio)

Clint was now sitting in the Guidance Office of the school. Apparently he had made an appointment with two of the more well known guidance counselors, Mr. Doug Nagle and Mrs. Mary Lynn Offredo. These two were very good friends with Clint, especially Mr. Nagle, who was like an uncle to him. After a minute or two, the secretaries gave Clint access to the two offices on the east side of the room, which were Mr. Nagle and Ms. Offredo's rooms. He looked into the offices, noticing both counselors were in Ms. Offredo's bigger room. Ms. Offredo herself sat in a chair near the back of the room, next to both a computer and a radio, while Mr. Nagle was sitting in a chair near the door, next to another free chair.

"Clint-man. Nice to see you." Mr. Nagle said to him as he entered, in a slightly deflated voice. Mr. Nagle was normally a cheerful man, much like Mr. Blike, and never raised his voice at anyone as far as he knew, or got mad, but even he was depressed at the events of the attacks.

Ms. Offredo had a grim expression, but was trying to hide it in front of Clint, not wanting him to feel too much worse. They were a little concerned when he had called their offices during his weight class with Mr. Miller. When Clint had called, he said he had something about revealing what they were doing in the last week.

"Hey Mr. Nagle and Ms. Offredo. I'm sorry to be so urgent here..." Clint said in a bit of a moping voice.

Ms. Offredo looked at him, "You look like you have a heavy weight on your back, Clint."

"Well, it doesn't help that my clothes and other materials have been weighted in the last few says, but that's only part of what this is about." Clint half-joked, "I need to let you all know what we were really doing in the last 6 days, since our return from Japan." Clint replied. Mr. Nagle decided he would close the door to keep the conversation private.

"What is this about, Clintster?" asked Mr. Nagle.

"I know it's gonna be hard to believe at first... but bear with me please." Clint said as he lifted himself off the ground a few inches.

Both guidance counselors were surprised. "Clint, how're you..?" Ms. Offredo asked, but stopped in surprised.

Clint had also formed a small ball of ki in his hands for a moment, and let it flicker away, landing back on the floor. "Now that I got your attention, it might make it easier for you to believe what I'm about to say..." Clint said, but suddenly the radio broke into the room, with a bulletin that the NORTH tower of the World Trade Center, the larger of the two towers, and collapsed into nothingness, and that hundreds more were likely dead.

Ms. Offredo and Mr. Nagle were even more depressed, and Clint growled mentally. "I know this is horrible, and this is why I feel I needed to tell you all this... If you guys could just listen closely, I'll explain everything..." he trailed off.

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 10:28am; Canton, Ohio)

In Mr. Bergert's class, Paula and Nina were still present, and they had received the final news about the collapsing of the North Tower. Nina was immensely relieved when the fourth plane had crashed in a non-populated area, especially after hearing the news that the passengers of the plane had overcome their hijackers, but were unable to land the plane safely. From the reports, none of them had survived the crash so far.

Nina looked down, So much death, and so much destruction... thousands have died, just like Evan's stupid religion... Nina had thought, thinking about her own archenemy, St. Evans, who had forged his own religion on her world. Apparently those who had prayed to 'God', as he called himself, would give more energy to the evil demon, prepping him for a strike on her world...

A strike that Nina and her other friends had stopped, but at the price of others. Her sister was gone, her friends had lost their own friends. And even she had supposable 'died', at least so she thought. Her friend, Ryu, leader of her friends, had assured her that she had not died, but Nina wasn't so certain. She thought about Ryu on her world, and how he was doing without her there to help him.

Don't kill yourself Nina. Katt's gonna make sure he's okay. she reassured herself. She was feeling a bit better, now that the damage had finally all been done and said. She wasn't happy to know the totals with the recent attacks, but knowing it was over was better than not knowing...

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 10:29am; Canton, Ohio)

Nearby, moments later Teresa trembled as she walked down the track towards the back of the school. She was not happy anymore. She had to put on that act of calmness in front of Stacey and inside the school for a reason. She was even beginning to cry a little. She trudged on towards her destination with great sadness.

I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... she thought to herself in grief. She had not truly come to Canton South for a good reason. She hadn't even wanted to come here.

Damn those bastards! she howled mentally to herself, How could they have such little resolve for life!

She looked towards the Bus Garage, where Devin's auto-tech, and Dan's wielding classes were still taking place for a final period.

She looked down, He's just a Junior in high school! What's so threatening about him that they'd do this!

She walked in closer to the garage, and asked around for where the wielding room of the garage was, and she was pointed in that direction. She sniffed to herself.

I wish there was another way. I don't want to kill this kid! But what else can I do? Teresa growled mentally to herself.

She had no choice in the matter. It was either him, or they would kill most of her family. They had chosen her for the job because she was both very strong, agile, beautiful, and easy to threaten with the lives of others. Teresa was just a pawn in their game, she thought. She knocked on the door to the wielding room with slightly shaking hands. One of the hands was gripping a strange electrical device, that would be used like a super-charged tazer, administering a massive 2.4 amp charge through the victim's body.

She had the choice of killing him their way, or her way. She knew her way would ensure no one else would die, so she took the less horrific path. The door opened, and she walked in...

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 10:30am; Canton, Ohio)

Back in Mr. Bergert's class, moments later. Paula was still contemplating the events of the day in her head. She had also felt Nina's thoughts. Paula had the ability to read the thoughts of others around her, but the power was somewhat uncontrollable, allowing her to read these thoughts without others knowing for the most part, as she didn't normally even try to probe one's mind. However, hearing Nina's thoughts about the attacks being over made her nervous.

Why do I have a dreading feeling here... she asked herself.

Suddenly, she began to get a bit dizzy, that Nina saw her looking very distant. Paula didn't fall over, but she began to see something that shook her mind to the core. She had saw a brown-haired woman, walking into a room, and delivering a package to the wielding class Dan was in. She then walked up to Dan, and asked him to come outside with him, and after leaving the garage, she suddenly pulled out a strange apparatus, and attached it to Dan. Paula saw Dan convulse in shock and agony several times, and a grim expression on the other girl's face. After this happened, Dan collapsed to the ground, and looked to be dead where he lay.

Paula suddenly snapped back to reality like a snap of a crocodile's teeth.

Nina looked at her worriedly, "Paula, what..."

But she couldn't finish, as Paula bolted quickly towards the back of the room, opening a door to the garage of the art room.

Nina ran after her quickly, "Paula, what're you doing!"

Nina screamed at her, getting Mr. Bergert and Ms. Litterdale's attention. Paula didn't respond, and zoomed out of the open garage door, and down the track with very high speeds. Nina looked at her with a grim expression. Paula, what happened to you!

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 10:31am; Canton, Ohio)

Teresa had just delivered the package of all the wielding parts to the wielding teacher. She then finally saw Dan at the front of the class.

She growled mentally at herself, Why can't there be another way to do this!

She grimly walked up to Dan and patted him on the back. Dan looked over to her, with a depressed expression on his face. He had no doubt heard about the attacks, and wasn't happy.

"Oh, hello." he replied.

"Dan Laubacher, right?" Teresa asked simply.

"Yeah, that's me." he replied.

"May... may I see you outside for a moment?" Teresa asked.

"Sure... yeah whatever. Maybe I'll feel better about this if I get some air." Dan replied, putting down his tools and asking his teacher for a moment with Teresa, which he gave. The two walked out of the wielding class, and near the garage.

Dan looked to her, and asked, "Now exactly what did you want to ask me?"

Teresa gulped grimly, knowing that if she didn't do this, the operative watching her would likely react, shooting her and/or Dan dead, or possibly even radio the others that had her family hostage and at gun and knife point. She reached into her pocket, and began to grip her tazer. She had begun to pull it out, and zap Dan with it, and regrettably end his life. Luckily for her, she wouldn't get the chance. Unluckily for her though, she had been stopped by suddenly being punched out of her action by a strong blow, and sent flying back towards the plant life on the other side of the road, and sending her tazer flying away from her into the open, clattering nearby on the road.

Dan looked in shock at the scene, as he saw Paula lunge in and slug Teresa away from him. "PAULA! What're you doing!" Paula ignored him and looked at Teresa with extreme and barely contained anger.

"How dare you?" she screamed at the other girl. Teresa cowered in fear, realizing this other girl had been the one who punched her away.

She began to stammer, "Please! It's not what you think!"

Paula didn't believe her and growled, "Oh really? Then why were you planning to kill Dan!"

Teresa looked shocked, She knew what I was going to do! Thank goodness some people are still vigilant around here... "You got it wrong, girl! I DON'T WANT to kill him. I honestly don't!" she replied in a begging voice.

Paula still didn't believe her yet, "Then WHY! Why did you try to kill him anyways! You sure looked like you were going to electrocute him with that thing!"

"YOU IDIOT! I WAS FORCED INTO IT!" Teresa screamed in back in rage and disbelief. Paula's rage suddenly began to deflate, remembering Teresa's grim expression in the vision of her shocking Dan.

Paula only THEN realized, "Oh my god... I almost..."

However her words where interrupted when a loud, deafening bang echoed in the area. Paula was suddenly caught off guard as something slammed into the side of her head. Paula had her powerlevel lowered somewhat when she attacked Teresa, not planning to kill her, so she had been knocked to the ground and hit her head on the pavement somewhat hard. She wasn't dead or unconscious, but she was too dazed and her head was hurting too much to move.

Dan went pale at the sound, "That was a gunshot!"

Teresa looked grimly, and sadly, "I'm so sorry Dan! The people who made me do this! They did that too!"

"Trust me, if you don't kill the boy now, it's gonna get worse for your family, infidel girl!" said another voice in the distance, sounding somewhat Arabic but with an American dialect.

Teresa growled in anger and fear, looking to a man walking over towards the area in the distance, as several people began to rush out of their rooms. The man was 6'2", and had an Arabic face and figure, and a scar down his cheek, and a rugged look to him. He was carrying a small rifle in his hand, a one shot, by the look of it.

He threw the rifle to the ground, and pulled out a radio on his belt, and looked to her, "Do it now! Kill priority target one! Your family dies if you don't!" the man screamed.

"Why don't you kill me yourself!" Dan growled and ran towards the man. However, despite not having another rifle, he pulled out another object, a strange tuba-looking thing, and suddenly pressed a button on the side, sending an electric looking blast at Dan. Dan's eyes went wide in surprised as he got hit. However instead of being jolted to high heaven, the electric flooded out and surrounded him in a field, pinning him to the ground, rendering him unable to move.

"You will die!" the man growled back at Dan, "You will never become a threat to my leaders!"

Devin suddenly rushed out, and saw the scene before him, with Paula lying on her side in the street, too dazed and hurt to get up, another girl sprawled on the ground nearby, and Dan, apparently paralyzed in a restraining field. He looked to the tuba-wielding man.

"Who the fuck are you!" Devin growled, "Did you do this to my friends!"

"Shut up and leave or you'll get the same treatment, infidel American!" the man shouted.

"How about YOU'LL get my fist in your face!" Devin growled and darted at the man.

However the man quickly shot another electrical blast. Devin saw it and dodged it, but he had not seen the second electrical blast that had been meant to catch him from the side, and took the hit, now being incased by the paralyzing field, and pinned to the ground.

"You are weak, American fool!" the man growled, and looked to Teresa again, "Kill BOTH of them, and make it quickly! Or your family dies!"

Teresa gulped, fighting back tears, and pulled out another weapon, a handgun with 6 bullets inside, and pointed at Dan and Devin shakingly. She closed her eyes as she put her hand on the trigger. However she would again luck out. The Arabic man suddenly doubled over in pain, clutching his chest, as a blur of yellow, blue and purple materialized in a few feet away from him, forming Nina, who had blasted the man in the chest with a burning blast of energy, tearing through his body, not quite enough to kill him instantly, but enough to mortally wound him, and knock his tuba-like weapon out of his hands, and to the ground, shattering it, and dispelling the fields around Devin and Dan, and the man himself falling backwards in the middle of the cleared out road, blood oozing from his upper chest, and he began to breath heavily.

Nina looked at him, and grabbed him by his collar, lifting him to his feet, her eyes literally burning with flames at him, "YOU... YOU SERVE THEM DON'T YOU!" she screamed.

The shocked and dying man, looking at her with surprise, suddenly formed a sinister, crazy look in his eyes, and a smirk of evil on the rest of his face. "YES. You are smart! I am of the same breed who attacked the towers, the pentagon, and those fools on the other plane! Our kind is everywhere! You killing me makes little difference in the long run, bitch! Our hidden operative was quite accurate with her information!"

"Well you picked the WRONG people to mess with, you sick bastard! It's too bad you picked a place with 'Misfits' around it." Nina growled, "Who is your leader, scumbag?"

"Hahaha!" the man growled, "I am a proud follower of Allah and Al-queda, the holy warriors of the east. You American Infidels needed a wake up call. Oh yes you did..." he began to cough slightly, his wound sapping his energy.

"Al-queda will fall then. You are an idiot to give information to anyone!" Nina growled.

The man's smirk only looked more crazier now. "Who said any of you would live to do anything?" he said to her, much to her surprise.

He then reached out into his pocket, pulling out a strange two button detonator, and he mouthed one final phrase to her, "Allah... Akbar..." and then hit both buttons at once.

Suddenly, Nina felt herself being blasted away from where she was, as the man exploded into a large plume of flames. Apparently a bomb had been attached to him. Luckily, Nina was the only person who had been hit, and she slammed into the pavement behind her, but got back up, rubbing her head in pain.

Paula finally got back to her senses to see the explosion throw Nina to the ground nearby, and she rushed to Nina. "You okay!" she asked.

"That bastard had a bomb attached to him." Nina stated, "He must've been trying to take someone out."

"Yeah, Dan I think." Paula replied, then looking to the trembling, and crying Teresa.

Paula looked at her apologetically, and walked up to her, holding out her hand. Teresa realized that Paula wasn't mad at her anymore, and took it, got lifted to her feet.

"I'm sorry..." Paula said to her, "Who are you anyways?"

"I'm Teresa Hamilton. I'm a UPS delivery driver from the main district, but those terrorist bastards found a way to force me to try to act out their little game against your friend, by threatening to kill my family if I didn't." Teresa reacted, and then looked down in sadness, "It's possibly they might be dead already."

At that point, Clint, Alex, Jason, Vernon, Dusty, Dwayne and Steve had all flown in to the scene of the attack, and a few bystanders were following on foot from behind, noticing all the calamity.

"What the fuck happened!" Alex asked in shock at the scene.

Nina looked over to him, and mouthed only one word, "Al-queda."

At the sound of that comment, all of the people around Nina had mixed expressions, some were enraged, others were shocked, others looked extremely grim. Alex was pissed, Vernon was pissed, Jason looked like a volcano about to erupt, Devin was the same, Dan was grim, Dwayne was about to scream feral rage, Steve stomped his foot and cursed, and so on. To say the least, NO ONE was happy to hear that.

"What were THEY doing here!" asked Vernon, clenching a fist.

Paula decided to speak up, "Teresa here..." she looked to Teresa, who looked back at the others grimly, "Was apparently being forced to come here, and she was given orders by them to kill Dan. We don't know WHY they were after him specifically, but I had a vision of her shocking him, and stopped her. However one of their operatives was nearby, apparently led here by some other hidden operative we haven't found yet, to make sure Teresa succeeded. I was shot to the ground, and unable to move, Dan and Devin tried to attack this guy, but be had something that apparently restrained them in some field of sorts, lying in pieces over there." Paula then pointed to the remains of the man's tuba-like gun and continued, "Then Nina shot him through the upper chest with a fatal blast. She found out about Al-queda from him, and then he self-destructed, expecting for it to kill her."

"The news gets worse." Nina replied, "Al-queda is responsible for the attacks on the World Trade Center, the Pentagon, and plane that crashed in Pennsylvania." Needless to say, none of the other Misfits wanted to hear that.

"THOSE... THOSE FUCKING FAGGOT BASTARDS!" Alex screamed in rage, "I KNEW IT... I FUCKING KNEW IT!"

"Alex, CALM DOWN. You screaming about this is only going to make it worse!" Goku's voice suddenly echoed in from nearby.

The other Misfits turned and looked up to see Goku, Vegeta, Radditz, Heero, Piccolo, Mr. Buu and #17 landing on the ground near them. Needless to say, many of the anime fans at the school recognized them, but many thought at first it was just a sick ploy. The Misfits in question ignored their stares.

"Why are you seven here!" asked Jason.

"We need to all meet up and talk, immediately." Goku said in a very serious voice.

However, their idea for a meeting would be interrupted when Piccolo's ears stirred. "What the? Why do I hear beeping!" he asked out loud.

"What are you talking about, Piccolo?" asked Goku.

"I hear something steadily beeping." he said, following his ears, and walking around, trying to locate the source of the noise. He then stopped when he got near Teresa, and his eyes widened, "Those bastards!" Teresa realized somehow what was going on, feeling on her stomach, and feeling a very slight vibration.

"GOD NO! That guy was able to arm the bomb strapped to me!" Teresa howled in both anger and fear.

"WHAT!" the others looked to her.

"That guy said to me that I was to also wear this..." she said, struggling to rip the bomb off from under her shirt, attached to her stomach, "and that if all else failed, it would do the job they intended!"

She then ripped the bomb free and stared at it grimly, "He told he me it was an experimental bomb, that it would be a form of backup, in case I failed, and in case they additionally failed. The bomb has enough energy to... to hit anything in an 12 mile radius."

"WHAT!" Clint went pale in the face, "ALL of Canton, and most of Stark, Tuscarawas, Wayne, Carroll and Medina County will be gone if that thing explodes! How much time is left on it!"

Teresa fumbled with the bomb until she saw a timer, an digital timer. She went pale, "Less... than 30 seconds!"

"SHIT!" Clint screamed and made a beeline and grabbing the bomb out of her hands.

"There's nothing you can do to stop it! I'm sorry..." Teresa looked pale and sad, as she slumped to the ground in defeat.

No, I've got to get this thing out of here, NOW. Clint thought to himself, and looked up. Without saying a word, he quickly flared up his energy and shot straight up into the air like a rocket shuttle.

"CLINT! COME BACK!" Goku screamed at him as he saw Clint fade out of his view.

Clint hadn't heard a word of what Goku had said. He was too focused on getting that bomb out of the atmosphere. With only 16 seconds left, he realized that the bomb possessed enough power to kill anyone with less than a 520,000 powerlevel if at point blank range. If the bomb went off anywhere close to his friends, only Goku, Piccolo, #17, Buu, Vegeta, Nina and Paula would still be alive out of everyone in an 8-mile radius, and the latter two would be badly injured as well.

0:15...

Clint shot up more, trying to accelerate as fast as possible, trying to both get the bomb, and then himself safely away from each other, while saving his friends at the same time.

0:14...

I'm not moving fast enough! I'll never be able to get away once I get far enough!

0:13...

Clint growled, getting ready to accept his fate, knowing that at least he could get the bomb safely away from the others in time.

0:12...

Clint began to think back on his 17 year life in Canton, and all of his friends from the past, including Alex, Devin, Jason, Vernon, Dan, Dusty, and even Nina and the other newer Misfits. Stay alive for me you guys! I'll make you proud! he thought grimly.

0:11...

Clint suddenly felt his energy expanding slowly, and his speed picking up.

0:10...

Clint's power continued to pick up, only a couple miles from his destination.

0:09...

Clint's power now surged with grim determination, and his speed further increased.

0:08...

Gotta hurry!

0:07...

Clint's power STILL continued to climb, and he picked up even more speed.

0:06...

Clint suddenly reached as much speed and strength as he could muster.

0:05...

"Finally. I'll always remember you guys! You Al-queda bastards can kiss my ass!" Clint then suddenly tossed the bomb at an upward angle with as much strength as he could possibly muster.

0:04...

The bomb was soon well out of range of doing any damage to anyone below.

0:03...

Clint realized then, I might still be able to get back alive if I MOVE! and quickly he turned direction and sped back downward.

0:02...

Clint was still moving at a speed and power that he felt was well beyond his usual limits. He felt almost 20 times stronger. Maybe his adrenaline had picked up so much in those last 10 seconds.

0:01...

Clint closed his eyes, knowing that if he wasn't going to get hit, that he would be blinded from the explosion.

0:00...

"GANGWAY BELOW!" he screamed as...

BOOOOOOOM!

The bomb's massive energy erupted in a blinding, massive explosion. Luckily, the bomb was basically out of the Earth's atmosphere. Unfortunately, Clint, despite only getting hit by the shockwave, had lost control over his energy, and went plummeting to the ground even faster than he was expecting.

SHIT! I'M GONNA CRATER! he thought to himself grimly, as the uppermost view of Ohio zoomed into view, quickly replaced by a more detailed view of Stark County from above. Then moments later he saw the school coming in at him fast.

He realized that he was going to burrow into the near middle of the football field. Well... I guess this is it! Clint thought as he crashed violently into the school football field.

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 10:46am; Canton, Ohio)

Alex had saw Clint crashing into the field, and flew over to him quickly. The others followed him quickly.

"Clint, damn you! Why did you have to go and do that! You could be dead for all I know!" Alex growled in anger.

"He's not dead, just unconscious, boy." Vegeta's voice came in, "And at least he did his job. We're all still alive."

"How can you tell he's still alive!" Alex asked.

"You can sense ki, right? He still has a ki signature, it's just not terribly strong at the moment." Vegeta grumbled back. Goku quickly dug Clint out from the crater, but his eyes went wide in shock when he saw Clint.

"This is... impossible!" he said out loud, enough that the others heard him.

"What happened, Kakarott?" Vegeta asked, landing close to the crater, but when he looked down at Clint, he answered his own question. Vegeta went agape at the sight.

Alex landed nearby, and asked, "What! Is he...?"

"No... he's something else..." Vegeta stammered.

Alex looked down and gasped, "How the fuck is that possible!"

The reason all three of them were so shocked was that laying in the crater, Clint was different now. His hair was no longer dark brown, but a golden-yellow, although with a slight shade of green in it as well, and standing up on end. His eyes were closed, but he was still surging with more power than he had over 5 minutes ago.

He had also transformed into a Super Saiya-jin. But wait! That wasn't possible! Clint for the most part was very sure he was human, and had no clue that he was of any other race. Goku also seemed to agree with his, noticing that while he had transformed to that state, Clint's ki definitely did not feel Saiya-jin, but it wasn't quite a fully human ki, but the majority of it still was.

"This can't be possible! Vegeta, he's not even a Saiya-jin, so how could he transform!" Alex asked in shock.

"You're asking me!" Vegeta said back in surprise, "This is new to me as well!" The other Misfits had gathered up, and Vernon and Jason were shocked,

"Woah! He must've put out a lot of power getting that bomb out of the way!" Jason said.

"Yeah, but he transformed as well! Is he a Saiya-jin?" Vernon asked.

"No... he is not." Vegeta said, much to their shock.

"Then HOW!" Jason asked. Vegeta shook his head in confusion. Suddenly, Clint's eyes snapped open, but he was in a good deal of pain, but he was still able to pull himself to his feet.

"Owww... that sucked. I must be alive, I still feel pain, and you guys are here. I know the bomb didn't hit anything, except me with the aftershock." he said to everyone, and himself.

"You okay, man?" asked Dusty to him from nearby, "You look like you got the wind knocked out of you, and you also apparently have changed."

"What're you talking about?" asked Clint.

Goku pulled out a mirror, the same one Alex had looked at when he had gone Super Saiya-jin, "Take a look for yourself."

Clint took the mirror, and went agape at his reflection, but then got calm again, "THAT must explain the burst of power I received when I was flying the bomb away. I didn't even pay attention with the direness of what was going on."

"Yeah, but you're not even a Saiya-jin!" Devin replied.

"I know that, Devin. I don't know what happened. I know I've seen Alex and Vernon transform once yesterday, but I didn't give much to it at the time. Something is different about me, more than I realized. I now know... I must train more, and both get stronger and harness this power better." he said, but then felt his stomach rumbling, "Oh crap... I'm hungry. That must've burned a lot from my energy."

Most of his friends sweatdropped, and some of them smacked themselves on the forehead in agitation.

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 10:52am; Canton, Ohio)

He growled in annoyance. The burly, 6 foot and 3 inch man wasn't happy to have not received a report back from his ally at Canton South High School. He had not been outside, so he had no clue that his ally's final plan had failed, and that their target was still alive. He looked back to the captives in the room: Teresa's family, all bound and gagged, and surrounded by cases of dynamite, in case they were to be killed for whatever reason.

"What is taking him so long! Our other operative told our targets would be easy prey!" he growled in an American accent, "He should've radioed me by now!"

He growled, and pulled out his cell phone, and went to dial his ally's number. All he got was "The number you have dialed, has been disconnected."

The man scowled, "He failed... they failed! He's still alive! I must alert the boss!"

However at that moment, his heart chilled when he heard a menacing chuckle behind him, "Oh, you won't need to do that. Your friend failed, and Dan is still alive..." the man turned around suddenly, only to see a man with long, spiky hair, wearing a dark black armor, staring him right in the face.

The man went to pull out his detonator, but all he saw before he drew his last breath was Radditz gutting him through the stomach with his fist. The captive relatives of Teresa's looked on in fear, as the other man slid off of Radditz's now blood-soaked fist.

Radditz then looked to the tied up family members, and gave a less menacing smile, "Don't worry... it's truly over. Teresa's alive, and so's everyone else, including you."

They looked at him with more relieved expressions. Radditz grumbled as he cleaned the Al-queda member's blood from his hands, "I hate terrorists... I hate them so much!" he grumbled, and then he went to untie Teresa's family...

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 11:21am; Canton, Ohio)

After helping Clint to get on his feet, Goku had given him a sensu bean, and proceeded to berate him like he had Jason and Alex days ago, for overexerting himself in that last crisis. Clint apologized, finally able to revert to his normal state after healing, but he still wanted to eat something. After about 30 minutes, they had found out that the Mayor of New York City, Rudolph Giuliani, had ordered lower Manhattan evacuated. Some firemen and other rescue workers had apparently died, and other news on damage done to the other near by towers by the debris of the main towers. It was still a grim day, despite averting the disaster in their own area. After hearing that, they found Radditz coming back to them, carrying Teresa's mother, grandfather, father and little brother on his shoulders and back.

Teresa and her family reunited cheerfully, at least happy something good had turned out that day. After that, the school quickly went to help the Misfits out, and let them into the nurses office. After all of them had fully recovered, Mr. Knight, the principal of the school, and a friend of Clint and the Misfits, offered to let them eat free as only part of a big award for saving the entire area from destruction. They told him that they were going to discuss things, and come back to him with another important decision. This led to the current time, now the entire group of Misfits, including Teresa, who was allowed to be with them, believing she owed Radditz a little for making sure her family was alive. Virgil had also heard all the news, and demanded he'd be there to give his two cents.

"We definitely have been shown a definition of true evil today..." Nina said to her friends, starting it off, "These people have taken thousands of lives in New York City and Washington D.C., and they tried to kill all of us, they tried to kill one of our own... they tried to kill Dan...4"

"Yeah, that bothers me greatly, why did they target Dan?" Steve asked in utter confusion.

"The man never said why, but it chills me that these people would specifically target an innocent kid." Teresa grumbled in reply.

"Dan's not exactly innocent, in fact, none of us are... most of us belong to a group known as the 'Misfits'. We are either loved or hated here, but we recently underwent an important change in our lives, one that changed the way we think about the world around us." Clint replied, "And now, these people have again changed the way we think. We trained a little before this, but even then we weren't expecting anything like this to happen to us anytime soon, especially not so close to home."

Alex piped in, "Yeah, I think it's safe to say that after this, I'm definitely going to train myself more and more, so Al-queda doesn't try this shit again with us."

Vernon replied, "Same here Alex. I didn't even get a chance to do anything this time."

Jason growled, "I can't believe they tried to kill Dan, and all of Canton and northeast Ohio with him!"

Dan growled, "Trying to kill me is one thing, but forcing another like Teresa to do it is horrible, and I could never call it an act of any god!"

"Yeah, I can agree, that if 'Allah' REALLY thinks killing others is the answer than he's no better than St. Evans!5" Nina growled.

"Who's that?" Paula asked.

"Basically, he was the greatest evil on my world. He even forged his own personal religion, that had over a few centuries had grown to an organized religion. Whenever one prayed to him, his dark power grew stronger. We recently destroyed him, but many died, by his hand, or by the hand of his followers. Evans and Al-queda seem similar, as these people seem to worship this 'Allah' god." Nina replied.

"Well, it's safe to say you're not clueless to this stuff." The Rock replied, "I just hope my family is okay."

"Obviously, even Damiaou would never do something like this without some warning." Piccolo spoke in. Paula looked at him with a bit of a grim frown, the name of Damiaou striking a nerve in her. Piccolo knew this, and regretted having to bring it up, but he felt it was a necessary evil.

"You're right thought Piccolo. Only Frieza ever did anything possibly equal or worse in nature." Goku replied grimly, and Vegeta growled at the mention of Frieza's tainted name, "And even then, Frieza did it for himself, not because some crazy figment of his imagination told him to!"

"Yeah Kakarott, this 'Allah' has to be some hoax these people are using to convince themselves they're being right in their actions, and to convince other non-extremists to try to become like them." Vegeta said with a scowl on his face.

However, at that point, fate wasn't quite finished with the Misfits. One more problem was going to present itself, a problem Alex might have wanted to solve earlier. Jackson had suddenly walked in from the entrance of the lunchroom near the office, and he looked pissed as hell at all of them. He scowled and walked up to them quickly. Nina sighed in annoyance.

"GO AWAY, JACKSON. You are not in this conversation." Alex growled, watching him approach.

"Oh just shut up, ExplodingMcCripple." Jackson growled, not caring, "Thanks to your stupid freak-loving friend, this entire place was almost annihilated!" he growled at Dan, and continued, "I'm surprised the school's even letting you mutants stay here after what you caused!" he then looked at Teresa, "And you're just a spineless wimp!"

Teresa growled, "How dare you, you little bastard!"

"No, how dare YOU." Jackson immediately growled back, "If YOU hadn't let them force you into this, none of this shit would've happened!"

"And let my family DIE? No thank you. I have a heart, unlike you seem to show." Teresa growled.

"WHO THE FUCK CARES! THREE OR FOUR, MAYBE FIVE PEOPLE DIE! BIG FUCKING DEAL! BETTER THAN MILLIONS DYING!" Jackson retaliated with a burning rage, "BESIDES, YOUR FAMILY WERE PROBABLY WORTHLESS PIGS ANYWAYS, AS ARE YOU!"

Teresa was about to bellow at him and throw herself at him to choke his life out, but Paula growled, "That is enough, you racist, pig-headed, retarded fool! How many 'worthless pigs' do you think were inside those towers? Those planes! The Pentagon! The world does NOT revolve around you, little boy."

Jackson was taken back, and seething in anger, "Shut up you! You have no right to speak, freak's-best-friend! Anyone who is personally friends with her automatically lose all right to their opinion in this place!"

"Whatever. This 'freak' saved our lives. She killed the guy behind it, and Clint saved the entire county from going atomic. These freaks and freak-lovers saved your life, and you just don't like the accept the fact you are just a head full of empty lies and insults." Steve growled at him turning around in anger. Jackson was about to growl back, but then his eyes almost turned red when he recognized Steve.

"WHAT! YOU... HOW THE FUCK CAN SOMEONE LIKE YOU HANG AROUND WITH THESE FREAKS, AUSTIN! EVERY SINCE THE WINGED WHORE ARRIVED HERE, SHE'S BEEN A CURSE TO US ALL! OF COURSE, CONSIDERING YOU BETRAYED MY IMAGE OF YOU, YOU'RE NOW AN OFFICIAL FREAK IN MY EYES, STONE COLD. CONGRADU-FUCKING-LATIONS!" Jackson screamed.

Vegeta looked at him with a seething rage with the loudest voice he could muster, "THAT IS ENOUGH, YOU STUPID BRAT! HOW DARE YOU THINK YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO PASS JUDGMENT ON US? YOU'RE THE WEAKLING IN THIS ROOM! YOU'D PROBABLY GO ALONG WELL WITH THOSE FUCKING TERRORISTS THAT JUST ATTACKED US!"

Jackson just stared at Vegeta in shock, starting to get a bit nervous at his voice, but he still was too pissed to care, "Perhaps... perhaps I would fit in well with them... perhaps I could stop giving a fuck that they attacked us. Maybe... maybe I'll just JOIN them to spite you! If it'll make that freak want to kill herself, I'd GLADLY DO IT. Those people in the towers... some of their deaths are tragic, but you want my HONEST opinion! Most of them are destined to FAIL. FAIL, like all of you retched fucktards who think you mean something in life. Those people who fail deserve to DIE. THOSE TYPES OF PEOPLE IN THOSE TOWERS DESERVED TO DIE!"

THAT was the last straw. Jackson suddenly felt the wind knocked out of him by a fist to his stomach, doubling him over. He coughed out some blood, as Nina grabbed him by the throat, and slammed his head against the wall with enough force to almost knock him out. Nina's eyes were literally blazing red, and she was beginning to charge her ki to massive levels.

Nina! Crap! Paula replied to her actions, realizing her powerlevel had surged almost to around 350 million degrees.

Nina continued, making sure not to fully choke Jackson, but enough to put a point through his head, "I'VE HAD IT WITH YOUR SHIT! IT'S ONE THING TO HATE ME, BUT WHAT THE HELL DID THE OTHERS EVER DO TO YOU!" Jackson was unable to reply, barely able to breath, while Nina continued, "NOTHING, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. DO YOU REALLY HATE ME THAT MUCH! DO YOU REALLY HATE ME THAT MUCH!" Jackson, despite his condition, tried to shake an obstinate yes at her6.

Nina growled with her teeth bared, almost to the point of fangs present, "WELL, PERHAPS IF I KILLED YOU YOU'D HATE ME EVEN MORE? WOULD YOU! MAYBE I SHOULD DO THAT! IT SOUNDS VERY APPEALING TO ME RIGHT NOW!" Nina growled with her rage at it's peak, "YOU DON'T KNOW A DAMN THING I'VE GONE THROUGH! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME, YOU DON'T KNOW MY HISTORY, YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW THE HELL I'VE GONE THROUGH! IF YOU HAD TO UNDERGO THE SHIT I DID BEFORE I CAME TO HERE, YOU WOULD BE DEAD, FLAT OUT DEAD! MAYBE YOU SHOULD ACTUALLY FIND A REAL REASON TO HATE SOMEONE, AND NOT THEIR FRICKIN' LOOKS!" Nina said, on the verge of blasting his head right off his shoulders. The other Misfits were just staring at her in shock, and Alex's expression was a slightly satisfying one.

"I tried to warn you Jackson, you stupid 'tard." Alex said a-matter-of-factly.

"NINA, ENOUGH." Paula roared at her, aiming what looked to be a bluish blast of energy, in the case she'd need to use it, "I know you hate that kid more and more, and I know he needs to be put in a mental institution, but he's just a harmless bully who has to use words! He's not a terrorist, not physically. Maybe he tries mind games, but you're BETTER than that. If you kill him, who knows what could happen to you."

Nina looked back and forth between Paula, and Jackson's struggling form. Nina's anger drained away, and she dropped Jackson to the ground, who was breathing heavily.

"You... you aren't even a grease spot on the floor of this planet." Nina growled, and then looked to the others, as Jackson bedraggledly got to his feet and staggered towards the exit of the lunch room.

Before he left the room, he uttered one final sentence, "You will all fail... you are... failures..." and he was gone, not content to bother them again for a long while.

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 12:05pm; Canton, Ohio)

After another 30 minutes of talking, the Misfits and Teresa and her family had made their way to Mr. Knight's office, letting him know about both Jackson's actions against them in the lunch room, and that they had made a major decision. Mr. Knight assured them that Jackson was going to likely be suspended, possibly even expelled for the year. He also asked what they had come up with for their decision. Clint decided that he would tell him, knowing him the best out of all the Misfits. The two sat down his Mr. Knight's office.

"Mr. Knight, in light of the recent events, I and the other Misfits... we've decided that we're going to stray away from here for a while. Mind you we're not dropping out or anything... we don't want that... it's just... in the last hours, the events of this day have changed us so much, and the entire county was put in danger. We have to stick to our guns back at home. We have to train and train, and prepare for the possibility someday that more attacks, equal to or worse than this, could happen. You know from us that we had started this before we came back today, but the attacks have changed our perspective on things. We will try to stop by once in a while. Tell Mr. Summers, Mr. Bergert, Mr. Miller, Mr. Blike, Ms. Stryker, and our other teachers, that we're really sorry about this. Please just don't tell them all the details. I don't want them getting hurt..." Clint explained.

Mr. Knight looked at him with a grim expression, "If you feel this is the best way... I wish you all good luck... just promise me... to take care of one another. Don't let each other down over the time, and visit us occasionally, okay Clint?"

Clint smiled, a bit genuine, "We'll do that Mr. Knight..." he got up, and began to walk out of the room, and turned back to him, "We will... take care Mr. Knight... take care of everyone here... please."

Mr. Knight nodded, "I will. Good luck, and Godspeed." Clint grimly turned back and left the room, with much depression... He hoped it would not be the final time he would ever see Mr. Knight...

(September 11, 2001 A.D.; 12:11pm; Canton, Ohio)

Clint walked out of the office, and looked to all of his fellow Misfits, "I've told him. He wishes us much luck, tells us to watch each other... and to come back alive."

Everyone looked at him and then each other solemnly, even Teresa and her family were determined. She had possibly thought about some training with Radditz. She wasn't planning to be a full-pledged Misfit, but she wanted to make some kind of difference. Maybe she could spread the help to the rest of the city.

Even Virgil was opting to train, now feeling personally involved after the attacks.

Alex had a grim resolve to train as much as he could to keep the attackers at bay.

Nina and Paula had agreed that they would started training again, for the first time since either of their last major conflicts in the past, and would train each other in various ways.

Dan and Teresa agreed to be training partners together with Radditz.

Vernon was sticking to his guns with Piccolo and #17.

Jason was now determined to see if he might have the Saiya-jin blood in him.

Dwayne was definitely planning to ask his family if they could move to Canton, as he was definitely not planning on leaving his friends now.

Steve had a similar resolve, now realizing that wresting was all in good fun, but he was now officially as one would call, a hero.

Goku and Vegeta would continue to guide their friends to higher plateaus.

Clint vowed to gain understanding of his new ability to turn Super Saiya-jin.

Dusty would train more with Dwayne, Steve, and anyone else who would train him.

Devin vowed to get in more training, and develop some unique moves of his own, and other methods to help out.

Heero was also with the same resolve as Alex and Steve.

Buu would continue to train as much as possible as well.

The morale of the Misfits had changed from a cherry one to a more serious one, but they would try to keep in good spirits. As they all looked to the heavens for answers, lifting off into the air, and all flying off back towards Goku and Vegeta's house, Teresa and her family in tow.

They had to keep in good spirits... if not, it would likely be the end of them all...

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Footnotes:

1 Jackson aka "Jackass", aka that antagonist I told you about in Saga 1's footnotes. P.S. He is NOT a real person, at least not one I really know. He's my property, goofballs. :P

2 IMPORTANT: The reason our heroes don't end up able to do much to help the people of 9/11 is because of several reasons, logical and story related. Many fanfictions I've seen with 9/11 make too many attempts to negate the entire tragedy, which ends up being an insult to the events. I can understand the heroes could save a few stray people here and there, but the majority of the damage and loss of life occurs too fast for them to really prevent everything. Besides, it's not like most of them can just know when and where the planes will strike, do they:P

3 IMPORTANT: I know, I know... 9/11 probably wouldn't seem like something extremely serious to the Z-senshi, at least not in comparison to the horrors and villains they've faced, but you still need to remember that Goku for one does not put up with people who kill innocents, terrorists or intergalactic tyrants alike. Piccolo and Vegeta are probably more pissed at the fact that such 'weaklings' possess the power to inflict such a large amount of damage. #17 is closely in touch with his human roots in Misfits, so he of course takes the attacks in a slightly more personal manner.

4 IMPORTANT: Al-queda obviously never really attacked Dan in real life, and the extra attack is meant to add to the "Alternate Universe" aspect in Misfits, and to give them a true motivation to get better, as so they decided to prevent stuff like this from happening ever again.

5 St. Evans A more "God"-sounding name for "DeathEvan". The final boss of Breath of Fire 2, the same game Nina is from, for you uneducated new-school gaming goofs. :P He is the 'son' of of the self-proclaimed goddess Myria, who appeared in the 1st and 3rd games in the same series, and probably more.

6 I know it seems like pretty much no one would be THAT angry and enraged at those who are so different, but Jackson actually has good reason to hate Nina as much as he does, or at least he thinks he does. One day you will all learn exactly where his true hatred at her comes from. Her appearance isn't quite as much the sole reason for his hate, as our encounters with him might lead you to think.