It was eleven-thirty on a Tuesday morning, and Aku, Daniel's older brother, strolled down the luxurious halls of the Imperial Palace. He was preparing to bid farewell to his son, niece and their families as they were to return to the Mao-Bankole family's private residence. The Ox King was Kami Knows Where, attending meetings and state visits. Nathan was busy elsewhere.

"Damned impudences. They won't even bother to spend time with their folks," he growled, loosening the tight braces around his shoulders. He stopped at a photograph of himself as a teenager, with a healthier, younger complexion, as well as a full head of hair. A small bald patch was beginning to develop on the royal's head and Aku did not like it one bit.

"I need to cut back on the red velvet cake," he sighed, patting his round tummy, turning back to the picture. He pouted at his former well-built structure. Oh, what I'd give to be young again. Except for my family and the charity organisations, of course. I'm not that selfish.

The ginger Prince, suddenly spotting the group of seven through an open window, forgot about his weight and raced forward, vaulting through and landed perfectly on the entrance grounds. The group jumped in surprise, whirling around to see what the commotion was about. Shanumi had even whipped out her gun at her father-in-law, thinking it was an attacker. Upon realising who the 'threat' was, her gun was put away.

"Oh... Er... Hi Father," she called.

"Hello dear," the Prince groaned in pain.

Bradley blinked in confusion. "Dad, what are you doing on the floor? Be careful!"

"I came to see you off...can... You help me up please..."

Gohan immediately responded, running to his granduncle and pulling him up. The Demi-Saiyan had traded his royal outfit for a simple pair of black trousers and a blue shirt although the family's traditional sidelock of hair remained.

"That's very kind of you, my boy," Aku smiled, massaging his lower hip. "Gosh, I fell hard on that."

"Do you need a Senzu bean?"

"No thank you. I'm growing older by the minute. You'll have a beard like me soon Bradley!" His son scoffed at the remark.

Thanks for the offer though."

Shanumi began to fasten the twins into their car seats, Gohan following to strap Goten in as well. Bradley and Chichi talked more with the middle-aged man.

"Where's Dad and Uncle Nathan?" Chichi inquired, wiping her forehead. The August weather was unnaturally hot and the heat was beginning to have an effect on her human form.

"You dad's at some meetings and visits. Nathan's in the Garden of Solitude."

" 'The Garden of Solitude'? " Gohan repeated, walking back to the trio with his 'aunt'. "What's that?"

"It's a place where people can reconnect with the spirits of the dead," Bradley replied, running a hand through his chestnut locks. "I use it to connect to my grandpa from time. Maybe you can use it."

"Does this mean... I can talk to my dad?" Gohan asked hopefully, a light sparkling in his eyes.

"Yeah, you can. Not today though, you've got to get going," Aku replied, ushering the hybrid to the car. "Where did you say you were going again?"

"We're going to the West City Leisure Centre at three o' clock today." As Gohan said this, he swore he heard a slight rustle in the leaves of a nearby tree. Dismissing the noise as a possible animal, he hugged his relative and entered the car. Final farewells were said and the group sped off. A small figure observed the scene.

The Asset, otherwise known as Leilani, silently leaped off the branch she crouched on, moving swiftly through the trees at a quickened pace. She had to report this information to her master immediately. It could be useful, in time.

Woods and forests faded into golden deserts and the Asset knew she would land soon. Guizha was doing well to hide his secrets.

The Asset landed at the entrance of a small cave. There were no signs of life, or light. Nevertheless, she went in, using her ki to find her way. The tunnel went on for another five minutes until the child arrived at a steel door, which towered over her. An Identity Scan panel was attached to the left of it. A crackling sound of the intercom could be heard. A female voice rang out from it.

"State your name and position."

"Leilani Guizha, Elite-Class Commander," she replied back, the name sounding wrong in her mouth. The girl chewed her lip. She just wanted to get the mission over and done with and visit her relative.

The woman over the intercom stammered. "Th-thank you Miss. I'll initiate the scan and o-open the doors," she stuttered. The young soldier rolled her eyes at the lady's timidness. Upon scanning her eye, the double doors creaked and opened up to reveal the secrets of the Ox-King's best-and worst- advisor.

Before the girl, a long, marble pathway, built high over a shallow lake, led directly towards a dark palace. The building was black in colour, but the highlights from the windows made it look almost luminous in the darkness. Hundreds of skyscrapers blended in with the towering form of rock stacks in contrast with the little homes dotted around the area.

The majority of former citizens of Insang wanted revenge on Oxania, so they foolishly put their faith in Guizha. He merely used the population to increase his popularity and reputation to get support. They had all been decieved. People wondered how he got an entire civilisation under his belt. Lies. The Asset knew it all too well.

The soldier removed her helmet and tapped a small button on the side. The helmet immediately changed shape, transforming into a simple device shaped like a pen. The girl held the ends of the device with her hands, breathing deeply.

She slowly shuffled forward. Her shuffles turned to steps, then strides until the girl's legs became a blur and accelerated into a full sprint. She leaped halfway off the ground, the pen-like object expanding and transforming into a much larger form of use: transport.

A light cycle, outlined with blue, landed quite harshly on the bridge. The engine roared and came to life, causing the bike to function and speed down the pathway. The Asset could barely see as her hair blocked her vision and her billowing cape barricaded the view mirrors, but she still managed to dodge and zip past several other light cycles driving towards her, carrying other soldiers with other jobs.

The assassin's cycle zoomed past the many artifacts and attractions. Skyscrapers and bridges on her left, a glowing arena on her right. Miniature planes zipped and zoomed across the area above her. The soldier had yet to call this place home, although she had to admit the scenery was...nice. She rather liked the view of everybody going about their daily business, making the city vibrant and alive.

The girl shook her head violently. She had to rid herself of those foolish emotions so she could concentrate on her mission. Her expression hardened as she sped off through the underground city.

Elsewhere, a family of seven were all huddled together in a rather large seven-seat car. The twins had fallen asleep. Chichi played with Goten and Gohan made himself busy by listening to music on his phone. The traffic wasn't improving one bit and they were all starting to get impatient. They had been stuck in that position for at least half an hour and there were no signs of progress.

Bradley gripped the steering wheel tighter as the seconds passed. "How long is this going to go on for? We have to go eat lunch and then go to the mall at three-thirty! " His normally easy-going attitude vanished and was replaced with irritation. The royal's annoyed demeanour turned sour further when he noticed that the car was low on petrol.

Chichi crossed her arms, closing her eyes in annoyance. "Thank Kami for Ki. Take my advice and fly to your house next time."

"Why didn't I think of that...thanks, Chichi."

"No problem, Brad."

The cousins sat in silence as the soft tunes of Just Jammin by Gramatik hummed out of the radio before Shanumi decided to break the silence. "I think we should do what Chichi said and-"

"I'VE HAD IT! We're getting out of here!" Bradley shouted. Without warning, he slammed his foot onto the pedals. The tyres screeched in terror and the engine roared as the car sped off into the sky. The impact of the acceleration startled everyone but the twins, who somehow remained asleep. Once they were in the skies, the women couldn't hold in their rage.

"Bradley Leopold Mao! What the hell was that?" Chichi screeched directly into her cousin's ear from the row behind him. "Do you want to kill us all?"

Shanumi frowned at her husband. "You're lucky the twins are asleep, otherwise I would've kicked your ass if they got hurt! Why didn't you give us a warning?"

"Well what else would you do if you were stuck in tra-" the Prince winced in pain as his ear was pulled by his cousin. "H-hey, let go!"

"I'm not letting you go until you apologise," the heir to the throne hissed.

"Never!"

His reply was answered with a frying pan to the head. "Say never again! Say it one more time!" Shanumi couldn't help but giggle at Chichi's display of superiority over her husband. "That's what you get when you mess with a Princess!"

Chichi flung Bradley over her shoulder into the back seat. "I'm taking over. I can't trust you to drive, Brad," she announced and vaulted into the driver's seat.

Bradley massaged the back of his head. "Kami, you're three years younger than me, Chi, and you can put up a good fight. Now I see why uncle wanted you to rule in the first place." The car, which had been floating a few moments ago, was brought to life again. The car swerved violently as Chichi changed the direction of the car, casing everyone to yell in surprise.

"Sorry!"

The Asset dropped down onto the soft material of a long red carpet running down the centre of a rather dark throne room. The Lord didn't hear her enter the room, although he sensed her presence from a few feet away.

"Ah, Leilani, you've returned," Guizha spoke, his cold, false sympathetic voice booming through the spacious hall. "Hopefully you've an update on your mission?"

The Asset knew he was talking about the assassination planned for the Oxanian royals.

"Rise."

She nodded and rose from her kneeling position on the floor. As she walked down the carpet, she couldn't help but notice something wss different about the throne room after she left. The number of guards surrounding the doors and windows had increased by ten. The soldiers were more heavily armed. They even had an armour upgrade. This confused the young assassin, as nothing peculiar had ever happened in the Palace of Guizha. Perhaps this was just in case of an attack.

"There was a little incident involving an attempted coup d'etat. The culprits have been eliminated, however it is necessary to have some backup. Someone has to remind these people who is in power."

Vanquishing her thoughts, the child came to a stop at the foot of the throne steps. "I have spotted sightings of the young Oxanian Prince," she confirmed. "He and his family plan to go to the West City Leisure Centre this afternoon at 3PM. It would be the perfect time to strike."

The Lord stroked his goatee, deep in thought. He abruptly rose from his seat, staring hard at the girl. His expression was frightening for most people.

"You know I can find out if you are lying, dear girl."

The child's heart skipped a beat. "Yes, my Lord."

'Well?" He inquired further, slowly walking down the steps, his hands behind his back. "Are you lying?"

"No, my Lord."

Her leader paused. "I will read your mind, child. And if I find out this information is false, there will be consequences." He finished the sentence by placing his hand upon the girl's head.

The Asset was a little unprepared for the sudden rush of pain attacking her brain. Various images of the last hour flashed past her eyes. She remembered spying on the royal family from the trees, the Prince looking up as if he heard something. Her journey back through the forest, her sights, everything.

Eventually her head was released. The child was sent back a few steps, her head reeling. A constant throb settled in her brain.

"Good, it was the truth. I am certain that I can trust you. This information can be proved useful when I meet with the war council later. You have done well." Guizha knelt down to the girl's height, placing his hand on her shoulders. His voice was much softer when he spoke. "My little Leilani."

She flinched at the name, refusing to meet his gaze, which the lord noticed.

"I will call you by that name whether you like it or not. A new name is also the key to a new start. I have great plans for you, my girl." He drew to his full height and swept his cape dramatically. Walking down the steps, he clicked his fingers towards the nearest soldier. "Escort Leilani to her chambers. At two-fifteen there will be a public announcement and I expect her to be there. I will call for her later."

"Yes, my Liege," the soldier replied, bowing to his superior. He bowed to the girl, gesturing towards the silver doors. The soldiers that she walked past saluted the assassin as she travelled down the curving corridors.

The duo walked through the halls for the next few minutes until they approached a pair of mahogany doors. Servants on standing on either side of the doors pulled them open to reveal the elite's room.

Guizha's adoptive daughter owned a spacious bedroom exquisitely designed to her taste. A circular-shaped bed was positioned in the centre of the room, accompanied by a furry white rug. A dressing table to her left, a plasma TV screen to her right. A long, horizontal window was right at the back, giving the soldier a view of the entire city.

The doors shut behind her and she removed her armour and cape, flopping onto the bed. She had already trained and eaten before she left. Now there wasn't much to do, except rest. The Asset had to admit that she felt faint after the brain scan.

She dreaded the upcoming assault. She absolutely dreaded it. An objection couldn't be made; it was not in her authority. She wondered about the plans her adoptive father had laid out for her. It was a nervous thought. She knew what Guizha was capable of, but maybe there was something he was hiding. Not many people were close to him, save his family.

The child longed to return to her old life, long before Guizha and Cell. Back when there was a sense of peace and serenity.

Flashes of her memories coursed through her brain, and the young child was soon fast asleep.

"Did you see Bulma's photoshoot with little Trunks on the cover of Vanity Fair?" Chichi inquired, stirring her cup of coffee. The family had finally arrived at Chogong Hall and were peacefully sat at the dining table for lunch. The twins and Goten kept themselves busy with toys.

"You bet I did. Bulma Briefs is a stunning lady. She's awfully nice. I got to know her a little when I worked for her father," Shanumi said in reply. "And Trunks is a little angel."

"He's my godson," the Ox Princess stated proudly. "He and Goten stick together a lot when I visit the Briefs'. It must be a matter of true friendship."

Shanumi sipped her coffee in thought. "Speaking of which, the twins do communicate a lot more now. There was one time they sat together and talked a little gibberish. It was adorable," she giggled. The Omoredian Princess turned from the bench. "Honey, how's lunch coming along?" She called directly to her husband.

Crash. "Uh... could be worse..." a voice hesitantly replied.

The dark-skinned woman sighed. "Turn the heat down! Gosh, I don't know how he does it," she pondered, turning towards Chichi. "He burns up the kitchen but still manages to make a perfect meal. How did you manage?"

"Growing up with Bradley was a rollercoaster. In a good way, though," the heir to the throne added hastily. "He was doting, kind, and generous. I remember him being a lot stressed in his early teenage years, what with the royal duties, his parents' divorce and such."

"That is why I'm glad I didn't become King," Bradley shouted from the kitchen.

Shanumi shrugged. "Brad would make a great King. But you'll make a great Queen, Chichi." A small hand patted an even smaller one. "I'm sure of it."

Chichi smiled, but on the inside she felt uneasy. She felt much better about the upcoming battle, but she feared something worse was coming-and after all, it wasn't the first time Earth's existence was threatened. The Princess wasn't sure what to do about that. She hadn't trained for so long that a mere six months wouldn't change anything. She had been fighting almost all her life and yet she was the least experienced at the biggest turnpoint of her life. It was embarrassing.

Hiding her concern, she wore a false smile, kindly thanking her cousin-in-law. They chatted and looked after their children for a few more minutes until Bradley emerged from the kitchen, wearing a pale blue Kiss The Cook apron, balancing multiple bowls on his arms.

"Lunch is served," he exclaimed, setting the bowls down on the table with shaking arms. "You'd better enjoy it, I slaved over it in the kitchen," he playfully quipped, plopping into his seat.

His wife snorted. "And burned it."

"Come on, 'Numi, give me a chance here!"

Gohan, who had been quiet the whole time, sat up straighter and pocketed his phone. He sniffed the savoury aroma wafting around the room. He recognised the scent immediately.

"Is that pork ramen?" The young hybrid asked.

"Yep," his uncle replied, separating his chopsticks. It's a Mao Family favourite. My grandfather used to make it when I stayed over at his place as a kid."

Chichi picked up the food with her chopsticks and blew the noodles gently between her lips. Chewing the food softly, her eyes widened in surprise. "This is really good," she said, scooping up an egg."I never knew you could cook like this!"

"I got my skills from you, Chichi," he replied. Gohan had already finished one bowl and was holding it out to his uncle. "More please," he asked politely.

The eldest Prince blinked and accepted the bowl from his hands. "That was fast," he murmured in shock. "How did you eat so quickly?"

"Saiyan Genes," both mother and son replied in unison.

"Ok, I'll get more for you then." Bradley got up to leave but a knock was heard in the distance. "Oh, that'll be Mum. She'll look after the kids while we're out." He bounded out of the dining room, followed by three active little babies.

"Oh look, they're trying to escape," Chichi laughed, getting up to follow Goten. Shanumi did the same, off to retrieve her son. "Gohan, please help me get Lola," she asked, beckoning him towards the front door.

Lola was surprised when her little hands and knees no longer touched the floor. She felt herself being lifted up into the air by two strong arms. The child came face to face with her eldest cousin, Gohan. The preteen pulled funny faces at Lola, who giggled loudly. She soon lost interest in his goofy attitude, as the Prince's tail happened to be swaying gently beside him, which the baby bent down to grab. Her unsuspecting cousin screeched loudly as his tail was pulled.

"Ow! That hurt," the second heir whined, massaging his injured appendage. He managed to pry it out of the baby's hands and back around his waist. Surprised at her loss of entertainment, the little girl stared up at her cousin with wide eyes, ready to spill with tears.

Gohan noticed this and as she began to whimper in protest. He hastily began to rock her as her bottom lip quivered. "No no no no, please don't cry! Shh, Gohan's here," he cooed softly. The child's eyes drooped slowly as she yawned. She soon fell asleep in Gohan's arms.

Chichi observed this from outside, smiling lovingly at her son. Bringng on the opportunity of raising his brother was a hard task, especially when his father had died. Seeing him bond with his cousins filled a space in her heart that had been gaping for a while.

Chichi looked down at her youngest. "What do you think, Goten?" She chirped. "Do you think Gohan will be a good daddy when he grows up, hm?"

The one-year-old happily babbled some nonesense in reply, playing with his tail.

"I'll take that as a yes," she concluded, shrugging.

Now fully awake and refreshed, Guizha's adoptive daughter had dressed and was making her way to the war council. She knew she had to move carefully; one mistake could mean the end of her life. And for that reason, she had no option but to follow orders. It was the only way she could survive.

The young soldier rounded a corner and came to a row of stairs leading down to a circular room. Guizha, and several other lords were surrounded around a holographic table. Their heads rose as they heard her advance down the steps.

"Good, you're awake now, my girl," Guizha greeted, patting his daughter on the shoulder. "Did you rest well?" he inquired softly, to which she nodded.

Guiding her towards the table, all the other soldiers and council members in the room stood and saluted the duo. The table was filled with holograms and models of the underground city and the one above.

The ruler of New Insang, one arm still around the Asset's shoulders, stretched his hand over the overground city model. "This, gentlemen, is what the overground citizens named Satan City last year," he began. "They named it after some mumbling fool who lied about Cell's demise,when it was really the new Prince."

"How pitiful," one lord added. "The press lapped it up like starving dogs."

"The overgrounders don't know who their real protectors are," said another. They don't use Ki or learn how to fight, like us Insangians. They have forgotten how their ancestors protected this planet."

"And that's how we'll rebuild Insang," Guizha replied, smirking at his officials. "First, we will restore the old Insangian Empire, demolished by the Oxanians, with me as its ruler. Second, on Saturday, our troops will march into Oxania and take over their kingdom during the Princess' battle. Myself and Leilani will dispose of the royal family personally," he spat. "Then it will be my head that will carry the crown, not Princess Chirakayna."

The Asset shuddered at Guizha's tone of finality. He really was out for revenge. This was going to get very dangerous for the citizens living above. Her head turned to the glass doors at the front of the room where she could hear megaphones and several voices of the citizens.

"Oh, that'll be the entire population outside," Guizha observed. "That's were we come in. Follow me, Leilani, gentlemen."

The glass double doors silently slid apart to reveal a few steps descending to a hovering circular platform. Guizha, the Asset and five lords stepped onto it. Thousands of feet below them stood millions of Insangians cheering and waving at their leader. Children were hauled onto their parent's shoulders for a better view. Roads and bridges were filled with people ready to hear him speak. Hundreds of Plasma TV screens hung at the top of buildings. Others orbited the city for people to watch.

"Today," Guizha began, his voice echoing through the microphones, "Is a new beginning for the Insangian people. A new future for the world!"

The millions cheered in response. Guizha lifted a hand to silence them. "For too long, us Insangians have been shunned, attacked and disgraced by the Oxanians. But this us the last straw."

The crowds cheered again. "Think of your ancestors; your parents or relatives who were lost when King Damorus marched his troops into our beautiful home and slaughtered them all. Think of all the suffering and death caused for us, while our enemies claimed victory." A few growls and snarls could be heard from down below. "But now, it will be their turn to experience loss and sorrow!

We will restore the Insangian Empire to its former greatness. I will be its ruler. And my daughter, Leilani," he announced, his hand on her shoulder, "your Princess and my heir, will carry on my legacy into the future when I am gone."

The child stared wide-eyed at the man beside her. This was what he was planning? To make her a Princess, his successor? It was almost too much to take in for the young fighter.

She stared down at her hands. Somehow he had drawn out her suppressed heritage-it was almost like he knew she possessed that kind of power the whole time. If Guizha trusted her enough to make her Insang's future leader, then she was surely going to be under a lot of pressure.

"We, as a great nation, will bring Oxania to its knees while we will taste victory! " Guizha bellowed. "WE WILL TRIUMPH!"

The crowd roared in response, louder than they had before. Not a single voice was silent as they all repeated the words of their leader.

Guizha spun on his heel, the crowds still chanting We Will Triumph as the platform moved back to the palace. "Prepare the troops. A fifty men on one aircraft to assist the Princess, five hundred on the warship. I will meet you all on the take-off deck."

All the lords nodded and followed Guizha in. The proclaimed Princess was left alone on the platform. Clenching her fists, she fastened her helmet and followed them in. War was coming, whether she liked it or not.

The four royals had finally left their home and had driven to the West City Lesiure Centre. The group had decided to buy some extra clothes for the coronation. Chichi, Shanumi and Gohan were currently waiting for Bradley to finish changing.

"This shirt or this one?" Bradley asked, emerging from the changing room, holding up two shirts.

"You'd look hot in either one," Shanumi smirked, chin in hand. Chichi couldn't help but laugh at her cousin's expression.

The Prince's face flushed red. "Tease. I'll try the white one." He disappeared back behind the curtains, leaving the trio alone again.

"I wonder how much trouble you went through while shopping with Goku," the policewoman asserted. "How did you survive?"

Chichi rolled her eyes. "Goku never liked wearing human clothes. He felt much more comfortable in that horrible gi. I got used to it, though I'd never leave the house again with a carrot for a husband."

Her cousin-in-law snorted. "I should be happy that Bradley knows what he likes to wear. Did you know, that when the twins were born, Lola cried when the nurse wrapped her in a pink blanket, so we replaced it with a spare blue one. Bradley thought we had two boys." The two women burst out laughing.

"Bradley can be clueless at times, but he's a great father and husband." Shanumi smiled. "I'm glad I met him."

Gohan listened in, although knew he shouldn't. The topic interested him. He had observed his uncle. He had seen how the man carefully handled his children as if they were glass, how he looked after his wife and kept her company. Bradley was inseparable from his family, and Gohan had to admit that he was a little jealous of his peaceful life.

Bradley eventually appeared from the changing room, this time fully clothed. "The white shirt was better, I'll take it," he confirmed.

The family walked over to the till, waiting to buy the clothes. Once it was their turn, Bradley walked up to the nearest one, placing the shirts on the counter.

Not glancing up, the saleswoman behind the desk removed the hangers and stuffed them into a bag. "That'll be Seventy-Five Zeni, sir," she recited in a blank, monotone voice. "Have a nice... day..." she trailed off, as she looked up, her eyes widening.

"Thanks, ma'am," Bradley replied, sliding a few notes to the woman. Noticing her overjoyed expression, he smiled bashfully. "Er...Hi?"

"Oh. My. God. I cannot believe I am in your presence right now," the young girl giggled. "I'm your biggest fan!"

The royal quartet grinned in appreciation as the girl babbled and chatted with them, much to Shanumi's disappointment.

Back at the underground civilisation of New Insang, the citizens continued their usual duties despite the war announcement. Many people felt proud and triumphant that their leader had decided to avenge their loved ones. Not many could disagree.

On one paticular side of the underground city, a skyscraper overlooked part of the suburban homes below. That skyscraper was a school, built to encourage the Insangian youth to contribute as much as they could to the new society.

One junior class was being taught by a young lady, and since it was a special day for the Insangian people, she had decided to teach them about the old monarchy.

"Our fomer state, also known as Old Insang, used to be ruled over for multiple centuries, kids," she began. "Who was the last monarch to rule there?" She asked the twenty pupils sitting behind their desks. The children, all clad in simple but formal outfits, waved their hands frantically in the air, screaming "Me, me,me!" One little girl timidly raised her hand. The teacher decided to pick her instead.

" Empress Yania, Miss Rosebelle," she answered.

"Correct, Milly," she replied, beaming at the class. The Empress, who abdicated more than fifty years ago..."

One little boy lost interest in the topic. With his chin in hand, the young Insangian began to gaze out of the windows, seeing as he was sitting directly next to it. Sometimes he wondered about travelling to the surface, if he was allowed. To experience the warmth of the sun unlike the fake, synthesized day-and-night display. To have ruffled hair in the breeze, to hear birds chirp through the trees.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sharp voice of his teacher. His head snapped back into place.

"Danver?" Miss Rosebelle asked, her hands on her hips. "Answer the question, please."

The little boy swallowed. "Uh, what was it?" A few sniggers arose from the children around him.

"The question, Danver," the teacher replied irritably, "Was where the two sons of Empress Yania fled to. Hopefully you studied this for your homework like I instructed?"

The seven-year-old began to stammer, only causing his classmates to snicker louder than before and his teacher to frown a little.

"Danver, I expect more from-" Miss Rosebelle stopped suddenly as she noticed the child pressed up against the glass windows. "What are you looking at now?" snapped.

"Miss Rosebelle, everyone, come look!" he exclaimed.

"Get back to your seat, young man!"

Filled with curiosity, Milly gingerly stepped out of her seat and peered out of the window next to Danver. After a few moments, she ushered the rest of the class to follow. Soon, blurs of children clad in white shirts, black shorts or skirts and grey kneesocks gathered around the window, pushing and shoving each other to get a better view of the spectacle above.

Confused about the commotion, Miss Rosebelle walked over to the windows and what she saw would amaze her for a very long time.

Above the skyscraper, many citizens could see the 'ceiling' of the city part to let natural light in. The real sun's rays poured onto the entire civilisation. Jets and planes ascended out of the gap, followed by the mothership.

Guizha was on that mothership, preparing his troops for the reoccupation of 'Old' Insang. His daughter was on the small aircraft behind them, accompanied by her fifty troops.

"We must succeed in this mission," he announced, pacing slowly in front of a line of soldiers. "Only you can determine the outcome of this." The soldiers followed Guizha with their eyes, not speaking a word.

Guizha smirked. "The future of Insang rests entirely in your hands, men. Do our country proud. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Sir!" They all chorused.

"I can't hear you..."

"YES SIR!" they yelled ferociously, their bodies pumping with tension.

"Better." The ruler turned away from them and strode over to the pilot. "Activate the invisibility shield. We don't want to be spotted by anyone. Signal the Wasp to do the same."

"Yessir," the young pilot affirmed, flipping a few switches and typing on the holographic pad laid out in front of him. On the inside of the ship, nothing had changed at all. On the outside, not a single person was aware of the danger coming their way.

A long line had formed behind the four royals. Most people in the line were grumbling and complaining about the holdup, as the young woman had not stopped chatting for fifteen minutes. The royals were beginning to feel the irritation as well.

The saleswoman pressed her hands onto the table, lifting herself up to examine Bradley, causing him to back away a few inches due to the closeness between them. "You are, like, the hottest man on the planet," she said slyly, winking at the Prince. "There is no way you're not a reincarnation of Adonis."

He blushed furiously, not scared of the saleswoman, but of his wife's growing anger. Her grip on his arm tightened with every comment the young woman made.

Just as Shanumi was about to explode with fury, the girl turned to her and said, "I didn't forget about you, Princess Shanumi! On my list of the top five most beautiful women in the world, you're second."

The dark-skinned Princess blinked, her anger vanishing. "Really? Thank you, I guess," she smiled akwardly, and beside her, her husband blessed the saleswoman a thousand times over for avoiding a fight.

Chichi decided to join in. "Am I on your list?" She inquired hopefully, her fists clenched in determination.

The saleswoman frowned in thought and then her eyes widened. "Oh, yeah you are!" She exclaimed.

The heir grinned. "What number?"

"You're..." Chichi held her breath.

"Third."

Chichi fell onto the floor, covered in a mountain of bags.

Bradley stared at his cousin confusedly. "Third's not bad, Chi."

Shanumi nodded. "I have to agree."

"It's not fair," a muffled voice whined from the miniature mountain. "I know Shanumi was second, but who was first?"

"Bulma Briefs."

A groan was heard from the bags.

"That's understandable," Bradley murmured thoughtfully. "She is quite pretty."

"Bradley," Shanumi warned.

The former Crown Prince began to sweat. "What? I dated her, like, ten years ago."

"Wrong answer," she growled.

"I'm sorry! You're prettier than her, I mean, she wasn't that nice to me, heh, I didn't like her after a while..."

The Omoredian Princess blocked out her husband's hasty babbling, knowing he didn't mean a word of it.

"Thanks for the shirts," she thanked kindly, turning to the irate line of customers. "Sorry for the holdup!" She dragged her family out of the shop.

Flown to Satan City via invisibility jet, the Asset and her troops silently landed on the roof of the building. She gathered them round, standing in a circle.

"We have to be very careful, troops," she began, removing her helmet. "One wrong move and we'll be found out. Can you assure me that this mission will go well?"

"Yes, ma'am," they all chorused.

"Great. There are five floors. I want ten of you on each one. From Akaro to Koto, you will be spread out around the area. Tenka, you will accompany me on the third floor, where the royals are. The rest of you, keep to the other floors until I give you a signal to your earpieces.

Those pins on your armour will change your attire to blend in with the overgrounders. Don't fail, and don't give up. We will triumph."

The group of fifty clapped quietly, and one by one changed their appearance, the young child herself changing into a summer dress and a rather big sunhat that covered half her face. No one could recognise them.

The Princess opened the door to the stairs and the first ten followed.

After a while, the soldiers had followed the Princess' orders and were cautiously scouting the area in pairs of two.

The Asset walked with one of her troops past Vogue, the shop where the Oxanian royals were. Pressing her earpiece, she sofly whispered into it to alert the soldiers.

"The royals are in the shop Vouge. I repeat, Vogue, third floor. Get ready, they're coming out."

She signaled to Tenka to walk up close to Bradley and Shanumi, pretending to be on his phone. He switched on his earpiece, which was able to broadcast any sound around it.

"I'm sorry I said that stuff earlier, Shanumi," Bradley confessed. "I didn't mean it, really." His wife frowned at him, her arms folded. Eventually, she huffed and smiled at him.

"Don't worry. It was that saleswoman trying to piss me off. I bet she doesn't have a brain," she commented dryly. "Her neck can't support her big head."

Bradley chuckled at her comment. "Well, she deserved it. What should we do with all these bags? I'm not hauling them around."

"I'll take them to the car," she replied. "I'll only be ten minutes." She took the bags from Bradley's hands and helped Chichi with hers. Gohan noticed the haul she had and offered to help her.

"Thank you so much, Gohan," Shanumi remarked. "Your mother raised you well. Such nice manners," she complimented, to which the hybrid scratched his head bashfully. She walked back to her husband, pecking him on the lips. "We'll be right back," she chirped, and the duo disappeared. The royal cousins proceeded to talk together.

Tenka took that opportunity to walk away from the duo. He took the Asset's hand, as if they were father and daughter and began to casually follow Shanumi and Gohan. The child clicked her earpiece.

"Omoredian and Hybrid are going to the third level cark park. Third floor group, follow them until further orders. First, second and fourth, watch out for the other two."

Shanumi and her nephew had already finished loading the bags into the car. "Alright Gohan, that should be all of them," she declared, dusting her hands off. "When we get back to your mother and uncle, we'll go and get ice cream."

"That sounds great," the Saiyan replied. As they began to walk back to the shopping area, the young preteen felt a twitch in his body. The Prince began to hop on his feet, seeming rather urgent.

Shanumi stopped walking and blinked. "Are you ok, Gohan?"

"Uh, I really need to go, Aunt Shanumi," Gohan replied, his face screwed up, his tail lashing furiously behind him.

The Princess nodded and shrugged. "Okay, I'll meet you at the corridor back to the shops. Take the lift to meet me there," she added, as she walked away.

Shanumi pressed the button and waited a few moments for the lift to come down. The doors opened and a little boy holding his mother's hand, and five other men stood crowded in the small space. Not very comfortable in tiny areas, the royal gingerly walked into the lift.

The lift ride was deathly silent and Shanumi did feel a little uneasy. The air was stuffy and it did not help that the lights flickered. It really needed to be fixed.

She suddenly felt a tug on the hem of her top. Surprised, Shanumi looked down at the little boy. "What's wrong, kid?" She asked warmly.

"Are you Princess Shanumi, wife of Prince Bradley, member of the Omoredian Royal family and the Oxanian Imperial family?" He replied, with a smile.

A little unnerved, Shanumi nodded. "Uh...yeah, why?"

The child beamed. "Perfect."

Shanumi's heart sank into her stomach. What did he mean by that?

Her anxiousness increased when the people's casual clothes began to change, materialising slowly into a strange form of silver, steel armour, their smiles turning into smirks.

The more that changed, the more Shanumi's eyes widened in horror.

"Capture Omoredian Princess: Mission complete," a chilling chorus of voices sounded around her.

The child's smile never faced from his face. "You're one of us now," he hissed.

The last thing she did was to scream her husband's name, before her vision faded to black.

Gohan was not having much luck in finding his aunt. He had relieved himself at the bathroom and had taken the lift as instructed. She was nowhere to be seen.

He frowned. He remembered sensing her Ki not long ago but it had disappeared. She couldn't have gone far, he thought. Maybe she forgot and went back to Mum and Uncle Bradley.

The Saiyan had already called his mother's phone, which went to voicemail. It was possibly off, and he hadn't put Bradley's phone number in yet.

He walked over to the window towards the cark park exit, hoping to get a signal. He did not succeed as there was no data, and the battery was beginning to run low.

"Forty-two percent? No way, I charged it today," he grumbled, fumbling around with the buttons.

The hybrid was entirely focused on his phone that he didn't hear the sound of quick footsteps emerging towards him. Two hands shoved him, causing himself and the attacker to crash through the window, the glass shattering as they fell through the air, stunning people walking on the streets below.

The Prince rolled over continuously as he fell, while the Asset, back in her armour, landed directly on her feet. She tightened her helmet, waiting for the Saiyan to make his move.

The twelve-year-old grunted in pain, the glass having cut and scarred him a little. His Saiyan and Demon side were boiling with rage, wanting to destroy the attacker.

Kill that imbecile that attacked you, his Saiyan side screamed.

No. Kill them all, his demon side argued. They're all weak and helpless.

Snarling, the young Prince drew to his full height. With clenched fists and darkened eyes, he growled, "Don't push me to my limit, or you'll be sorry." The hybrid was barely holding onto his humanity, afraid that he would break from all bounds and show no mercy.

"Who are you?" He demanded.

The Asset merely watched Gohan, unfazed by his threat. Although no further words passed between them, it was readable in their eyes that they were both ready to fight.

"Sorry for the inconveniece. Please try again later."

"Damn," Chichi swore. "My phone's out too. Gohan hasn't picked up."

"That's the same with Shanumi's phone," Bradley added. "They've been gone for more than twenty minutes. I'm beginning to get worried."

"Don't worry, Brad," the Princess replied, placing a hand on his broad shoulder. "Wherever Shanumi is, I'm sure Gohan is with her."

Bradley nodded although he still felt unsure about his wife's whereabouts. They had moved from the corner of Vogue and were currently sitting in the chairs near the exit.

He was about to reply to his cousin when a sudden pain seared through his brain. He yelled out in surprise, gripping his head, his eyes screwed shut.

"Bradley! What's wrong? Talk to me," Chichi pleaded, as she could do no more than rub his back.

"I... feel like someone's speared me through the head," the royal replied, through gritted teeth. "Almost like... fatigue."

The Princess thought for a moment. She had taught Gohan about how demons shared a bond between their loved ones. If Bradley felt faint, then so did his wife.

"Bradley," Chichi whispered, finally realising the problem.

Her cousin stared confusedly at her, then his eyes widened in understanding. "What... you don't mean..."

"Yes I do," Chichi sighed. "The Bond Pact."

"Oh, fuck," the Prince mumbled, his head resting in his hands. "What's happened to her..."

"I don't know," Chichi admitted. "I haven't sensed anything wrong with Gohan. Hopefully he's alright..."

The pain in Bradley's mind had stopped, but he couldn't get his head around his wife's disappearance. It was possible that she could be dead. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying not to lose control.

Shanumi, what have you gotten yourself into, he thought. Oh Gohan, you better protect her.

The royal clenched his fists, rising from the chair. "We have to help them," he growled, in a serious tone. "Let's tell our fathers."

His cousin agreed and they both took off to the skies.

Meanwhile, on the still-invisible mothership, the Insangian soldiers and warriors were preparing for battle. Every tank, gun or ki ball was aimed at East City. Not a sound could be heard. All held their breath to hear their master give his command.

Guizha, sat on a throne in the middle of the control room, glanced at a small picture of himself as a child and his family. The wrinkly, worn down framed image was placed beside a much newer one, of him and his adoptive daughter, both smiling respectively.

In his eyes, he was doing it for them. He could finally avenge the fallen people of his country, rid himself of the humiliation cast on him and start anew. Starting off with a warm welcome.

The biggest missile was raised, aimed directly towards the peaceful, unsuspecting civilisation of East City.

Guizha raised a single hand in its direction.

His new target.

His new Empire.

"Fire."