Epilogue

In the end, Sasoli didn't call Maron to arrange a dinner date until the two weeks were over.

Not that they spent all their time at the apartment, that wasn't the case at all.

They spent the first three days there working out any remaining sexual frustration and the arrival of his new P.I. license before they started to travel.

They both found that life with the other would never be boring and had actually started working some of Sasoli's cases that she had abandoned to go save Trunks.

Though they hit a few interesting snags.

On one occasion, Sasoli had been in the middle of seducing information out of a source on the dance floor when his hand wandered unknowingly toward her tail.

Uub had grabbed the guy's wrist and grounded out, "Watch your hands."

Then he froze comically, shocked that he had just blown her cover like that and the fact that he was territorial. He never would have guessed.

Sasoli blinked as the guy shouted, "Who the hell are you?"

"I don't know who he is," she claimed innocence.

"I don't know who I am," Uub's eyes went blank and he walked away to repeat this procedure with a variety of couples to avoid suspicion.

Another occasion was when Uub was seducing a woman and she stuck her hand in his hair.

Sasoli had a fit, though she had more control then Uub did. She waited until the woman went to use the bathroom and then followed her.

The woman didn't come back out.

Sasoli went to Uub with a bounce in her step and told him, "I think she just slipped out of the bar."

Uub had been very put out since it was his first mission with her but agreed they had enough information.

The next day the news reported the woman had been viciously attacked in the bathroom and had just regained consciousness. Her attacker was unknown but believed to be extremely dangerous.

Uub glared at her and she shrugged as she distracted him with her tail.

Yes, he became very familiar with her tail and guarded it more fiercely than she did sometimes.

Then there was the time where they'd been called off mission by his family. The village had been fulfilled by outsiders and they needed him to come run them off.

Sasoli had been floored to discover he wasn't the orphan she'd assumed he was and then outraged that he hadn't introduced her. Then she was sad because she thought he was ashamed of her.

Uub hadn't said a word in his defense. He just picked up her protesting form and flew to his village.

When he landed he stated simply, "It's not our custom."

She'd quieted then and then turned sharply, "Are you an adult?"

He lifted a brow, "Of course I am. I've been an adult since I was ten."

Sasoli glanced at him like he had two heads, "You moved from your parents house and became self-sufficient at ten?"

He took his turn to glance at her weird, "No . . ."

Sasoli had huffed impatiently and decided to offer herself up as a sacrifice just to be safe.

Uub, of course, had no idea of her plans and had shrugged off the entire conversation.

The introduction of his family to his new wife went a little something like this:

"You're married?" His parents blinked as one.

Sasoli wrung her hands nervously, "I apologize. I took your son without permission. I'm the dominant. You may beat me."

Her eyes closed and she physically braced herself for the beating of her life.

For surely, Uub's parents were powerful and angry.

"Uh," Uub grabbed her, "She's from a different violent culture."

His parents were silent as they regarded the woman their son had brought into their family.

"She's very thin," his mother remarked sadly.

"Are you eating enough?" The question from his father was directed at both of them.

"Dad, we eat enough," Uub embraced him, "She's a survivor."

His mother joined the hug, "A survivor in the city."

"I was raised in the wild."

Sasoli's quiet voice drew all three pairs of eyes.

"The wild?" His mother was questioned.

"The forest. My mother is descended from a warrior race and she taught me everything I ever needed to know. To adapt to everything. To survive anywhere."

"And your father?" Uub's dad questioned, intrigued now at the young woman.

"Technology," she smiled hesitantly, "The world of computers was more his forte and games."

The meeting went well from then on, his parents were naturally very curious about how they met and, with Sasoli narrating, very amused with their son's role.

Uub was very pleased despite the fact he was the object of their amusement.

Truthfully, he'd never seen his parents laugh so hard.

"You were always a silly boy," his mother remarked fondly, "Trying to save the village when you were ten."

His father nodded proud when there was a harsh knock on the door.

Reality intruded as everyone remembered why Uub was there in the first place.

Uub excused himself politely and left.

Sasoli had wanted to follow but was stopped by her father-in-law.

"This is his village," he remarked steadily, "It's his because he guards it."

Uub's mother had smiled kindly at her and suggested she tour the village. Uub would be back soon enough.

Sasoli had accepted the opportunity to see where her mate had come from and ducked out of their humble home.

And that's when she saw the extreme hunger of the village. Then she had made a decision that would forever make Uub look at her with a deep abiding love in his eyes after he got over his shock.

She was going to feed his village.

Upon his return, Uub found a massive picnic in the middle of the village with his wife as the host. He found said woman in the middle of the chaos with his overwhelmed parents as they were surrounded by very grateful young men and envious women.

There was only one problem.

According to their customs, they assumed that Sasoli wanted a husband and was rich enough to get engaged to all of them at once to choose at her leisure.

Sasoli just kept opening her emergency food capsules oblivious to the amorous stares she was receiving.

His parents just shrugged helplessly at him.

Uub marched up to her, grabbed a random foodstuff on the way, and ordered her to eat it.

"I'm actually not hungry," she had protested.

The men sighed with relief at the rejection.

"Sasoli," Uub called.

"Wha-Umph!"

He shoved the piece of bread into her mouth.

She glared and gave serious contemplation over whether or not to spit it out when she swallowed.

The men were outraged that Uub had forced his suit upon her and instantly formed an angry mob when Sasoli shoved a fruit into Uub's mouth.

Forced to take a huge bite in order to free the fruit to free his aching jaw. He chewed determinedly and swallowed.

He offered the rest to her, "I don't like it."

He had kept his voice low so only she could hear him.

She accepted the fruit with a shrug.

The men were heartbroken and the women joyous though a tad regretful that Uub was taken.

While, his parents, were a bit apprehensive at the violent display of affection, they were happy their son had made a wise choice.

Uub would later discover Sasoli had tapped into his bank account, linked it to hers, and increased the amount of money he sent each month by ten. Overwhelmed by her generosity, he had been forced to cut the number in half. He did not want to corrupt his village or make it a target to surrounding villages.

Now, however, the couple found themselves out on the town with all the couples in Capsule Corporation as per Maron's suggestion.

Zarah and Pan were unable to attend.

Gohan had requested another family dinner, determined to bring the two odd families together harmoniously.

Zarah, with small misgivings, had accepted the offer, and was surprised by his parents to be more . . . accepting this time.

So here it was time found the couples at a club dancing the night away.

Or rather, Uub and Sasoli mindlessly grinding the night away to the shock of everyone present.

Sasoli laughed, "Don't look at me like that, I taught Goten how to dance like this. Remember?"

Bra did remember and was intrigued enough to pull Goten onto the dance floor for a demonstration.

Goten's cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Trunks glanced hopefully at Maron and the absolute mortification on her face made him sigh resignedly.

"You taught Goten?" Uub inquired with a thrust of his hips that made his partner gasp.

"He wanted to be a spy," she thrust back, "He wasn't suited to it. Look."

Uub glanced over and sure enough the demi-saiyan was stiffer than a board as Bra tried to get him to loosen up.

Trunks and Maron just stood on the sidelines watching.

"Maybe a change of music," Sasoli suggested, "Trunks! Slip the DJ a hundred!"

"What?" Trunks was offended but relented and trudged over to the DJ.

Some meringue and salsa drifted over to their ears but both Uub and Bra protested, they didn't know how to dance this type of music.

Sasoli rolled her eyes and held out her hand to Goten, "Shall we show them how it's done?"

Goten took her hand.

A few turns later, Uub spun Sasoli away to the amazement to the group and after a few clumsy attempts, they were dancing like pros.

"You learn fast, don't you?" Sasoli laughed.

"Couldn't let Goten have all the fun, now, could I?" Uub dipped her.

Goten was bemused and grabbed a surprised Bra.

"No, I can't," Bra was turned against her will, "Goten!"

"Relax, Bra," Goten used his hands to move her hips, "Here's the beat, Bra. All you have to do is follow me."

Blue eyes met black.

"Let me lead you, Bra, trust me."

They went spinning off.

Maron turned to Trunks with a hopeful look and he took her hand though he had no idea how to do the dance.

So they danced, laughing as they tripped all over each other and beaming when they got a turn right.

All the couples drew the attention of everyone in the club. Some recognized them, others were envious, and everyone else simply admired the sight of the couples obviously in love.

Sasoli's blue eyes flashed and she pulled Uub to her for a kiss.

He gathered her into his arms and kissed them both breathless.

She clutched at him fiercely and when the kiss ended ducked her head into his chest.

A bit concerned, he nudged her head with his chin, "Sasoli, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," she laughed softly, "It's just . . ." she blinked back tears " . . .it just hit me. I'm not going to be alone anymore."

Her grip might have broken a normal man's ribs.

He returned it, "Someone has to keep an eye on you."

She scoffed, "I just . . ."

"I know, Sasoli," Uub cut her off gently, "The life of a spy is lonely . . . but so is the life of the world's defender."

He kissed her hard and, just this once, she let him control it without a fight.

"Never again, Sasoli, never again," he locked eyes with her, "I love you too much to be alone again. Not after you've shown me what it's like to be with you. You'll have to kill me to get rid of me."

She smiled.

Her response almost got them thrown out of the club for indecent behavior. Their relations were so shocked that even ten years from now they still couldn't believe that she was so shameless, that, they both were.

Uub hadn't minded it at all and was amused by their reactions. Who would've thought that egomaniacs like Bulma and Vegeta who flaunted every aspect of their bodies or Goku who thought nothing of stripping down at the slightest provocation would have such prudish offspring?

Sasoli had only huffed and stated with utter confidence, "Zarah would have understood."

The rest of the evening went on as uneventfully as possible with so many famous faces, their explosive tempers, and the public in general. They had a lovely time and Sasoli returned Bra's charge card.

Bra was annoyed to find out she'd paid for Sasoli's vacation but with a nudge from Goten forgave her.

Then the spy and the private investigator disappeared into the night. Bra and Goten went back to their apartment while Trunks escorted Maron home.

Zarah and Pan watched from above unnoticed and ignored. They had finished their family dinner with a surprisingly amount of success.

His mom no longer thought her dad was trying to kill him and his dad no longer pretended her mom didn't exist.

It was promising.

"I guess it's over," she laid her head on his shoulder.

"What do you mean?" Zarah wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Everyone will go back to work on Monday," she remarked sadly, "I'll go back to school and that will be all."

"Hmm," he acknowledged, "but when the day is over they'll be with the one they love."

Pan locked fingers with him, "You're really sweet, you know that."

"I am not," he scoffed, "I'm honest."

Pan rolled her eyes.

"It's never over, Pan, it's not over until we die and that's not going to happen anytime soon."

He pressed a loud kiss to her forehead and only laughed when she pushed him away.

"Where do you think they went?"

"Who?"

"Your sister and her hubby," Pan glared and they started on their way home.

"Does it matter?" Zarah threw an arm around her shoulder, "They're together."

AN: And sadly, this is where this story and series ends.

I want to thank all my readers who have been with me since the beginning and have supported me through the years to continue and finish all my stories.

I would also like to thank all my newer readers. It's nice to know I can intrigue people into reading despite having original characters.

A big deterrent I know.

I think most of you would be interested to know that originally I had planned to kill Ava off by the end of Twins since I had wanted to stay as true to the timeline as possible.

I created her only as a device to help Vegeta and Bulma realize they were perfect for each other and once she had served her purpose then she was going to die. The original epilogue where Ava visits Trunks for the first time was planned with her as a ghost.

But Ava proved difficult to kill off. She was a survivor and a saiyan. I never thought that she would become so liked.

Then I had a problem.

If she was going to live then what was she going to do? Who, if anybody, would she end up with?

So, I went through the male cast of DBZ eliminating all the married couples, cough Goku cough, and couples, or couples to be, such as Krillin and Tien.

Piccolo was automatically eliminated since he was asexual.

This left me with Yamcha, Hercule, Chaotzu, Mr. Popo, and all the random villains.

Out of these Yamcha would have been the most appropriate because of his fighting power, which is a big factor because Ava is first and foremost a saiyan.

However, his personality didn't suit and I didn't see how it could work when I remembered the one male I forgot.

Android 17.

After the whole Cell saga, his character disappears until the end of the Majin Buu fight where he gives his energy to Goku to help finish him off, uncut.

It was perfect.

He was strong enough to handle her rather violent culture and his sense of humor would temper her seriousness. Plus, any story with him wouldn't mess with the overall timeline.

Thus, Broken Pieces was born.

I combined the two stories since I felt strongly that one shouldn't read Broken Pieces without knowing where Ava came from and dubbed it The Twin Chronicles.

The World of Saiyans came to me after a talk with my dad, who is also a DBZ fan.

My original thought was to write an alternate story line with Bardock and Goku when my dad suggested I just continue my storyline.

The idea stumped me for awhile.

My dad suggested an adventure for them to go on and then I remembered Bardock's physic powers.

During the writing, however, I was discovered another problem.

17 and Ava had kids.

It wasn't a bad thing but what would happen to them? Who would they end up?

In the world of fan fiction, the DBZ kids are matched together in almost every conceivable pairing one can think of and some we'd rather not.

So where would my original characters fit? What kind of children would 17 and Ava raise? And, most importantly, how does this change the dynamics of the previously established characters.

I thought about this as I wrote AWOS, not knowing if I was going to write more but knowing if I was then I had to set up some background. So I did. Just in case.

So all the scenes at Capsule Corp. were loosely designed with this in mind and I decided all future couples.

The fight over the ice cream between Trunks, Goten, Zarah, and Bra was to establish a grudge which later would blossom into a love/hate relationship between Goten and Bra..

The scene where the boys were sparring outside and Maron wonders in only to be shooed back in by Zarah was to show Trunks' protective nature towards her. He defended her and offered to teach her how to fight so she wouldn't be left out. It was something she never forgot even if he did.

There was even a scene for Zarah and Pan, even though she wasn't quite born yet.

Five years old at the time, Zarah had been confused by Videl's duel life signature and then expressed an interest in the baby, as a sparring partner of course.

Careful planning, and did anyone notice?

Sigh, oh well, I thought I was clever. Shrug.

So from them came two stories, A Warrior's Path, predominantly Zarah and Pan with a little Bra and Goten thrown in at the end, and Conspiracies, for both Trunks and Bra to find love with Maron and Goten.

Everything fell into place with one exception.

Sasoli.

Once more I had a lone female saiyan but this time there was only one suitable choice.

Uub.

He was the detective to her spy.

And there was only one way to bring such opposites together, murder, so the CC secretaries had to die.

I don't think anybody missed them.

And, thus, The Life of a Spy, the story you just finished reading.

I had some requests for Pan and Zarah to have kids as well as some of the other couples but . . . I felt I wouldn't have been able to leave them alone, as evidenced by 17 and Ava's kids.

I'm sure all the couples will produce offspring and be happy together but I'd prefer to leave it ambiguous.

Happily ever after, you know, all that jazz.

Jeez, I just went on forever, didn't I?

I guess I'm just a little sad and sentimental since this will be the last story in this series and I think I'm done writing in the DBZ universe for good.

After creating this universe I cannot bear to think up another one to replace it with . . .

I never dreamed to get the response I did and I am very grateful to all of you who shared this experience with me.

It's encouraged me to write professionally and if I become successful then I will be able to credit everything to you, my readers.

Until then, I might dabble in other animes to continue developing my writing style.

I might even try a yaoi because if I can write that then I believe I can write anything.

Blush! I don't know if I will post that story though.

But I guess all that's in the future and who knows . . . One day, I might even return to this universe and pick it up again.

Until then, this will be good-bye.

Sincerely

Michelle