I do not own Dragon Ball Z, but I do own Mori and this story.

"Why...why are you doing this?"

The attacker hovered above the namekian village, frowning upon the one who had questioned him. The man was as tall as the namekians, had large pointed ears, and light, short brown hair. He wore blue fighting pants with no gi or shirt. A tattooed swirl was on the left side of his chest.

The alien sneered, "I am not a patient person, so I am not going to wait for you to ask your idiotic questions," He motioned to the unconscious nameks around him, "as you can see, I haven't killed any of your people. I merely just made them sleep for a while. I just want to wish my race of people to be revived from their never ending slumber and to wish a new planet for them. See, I'm not that bad of a guy. Now, move away from the ball."

"How about you back away from it."

The mysterious invader chuckled slightly before causally turning around. He laughed at the sight before him. He shook his head, "Three sayians and a namekian plan on stopping me. Interesting."

The Z fighters were with drawn in shock. Yet the attacker was more astonished than them when he had a closer look at the Prince. "Vegeta? Is that you? Man! You haven't grown an inch!"

Vegeta huffed, "Do I know a whelp like you?"

"You should, we grew up together. We trained together," Vegeta kept glaring at him, not convinced that he knew the man. The alien growled," You always had a short memory to match your temper. It's me, Kyo."

The prince stumbled back. "K-Kyo? I thought you died with the rest of your race?" He flew a little closer to Kyo and smirked slightly, "You still look the same, like a damn bum. You are as cocker as ever too. You may have been strong, but that cockiness was always your weak point."

Kyo laughed, "If a few sayians managed to escape their doomed planet, so could a few of us. But..." The alien looked down in forgotten grief, "Only three escaped. I am the only one alive now."

Vegeta motioned at the planet below them, "Then why attack this useless rock?"

The brunette glanced away with his eyes watery. He murmured quietly, "Have you ever felt, Vegeta, that you were always alone?" He looked up at Goku and Gohan. He shook his head, "I guess not, since you had Nappa and Raditz. You also found more of your race from the looks of it." He glanced up, "I have no one."

Piccolo growled, "That didn't mean you had to torment these people!"

Kyo snickered, "Guess that would piss you off, huh big guy?" Piccolo sneered at him.

Gohan placed a hand on his ex-teacher's shoulders. The man was in a fragile state and knew he would blow a gasket at any old thing. The young man looked at the man before them.

He seemed familiar, like he had seen someone like him before. Finally, he asked, "What race are you?"

Kyo placed a hand on his puffed out bare chest, "I am of the Quazuna (Kwa-zoo-nah) race. We were the only race known to be stronger than sayians...well, until we were wiped out by our own sun, that is."

The youngster froze. The only race stronger than the sayians. Vegeta and dad verses...Mori.

Gohan slowly looked at Vegeta. He stuttered out, "V-Vegeta. You don't suppose that...?"

Vegeta, like the scholar, had the same thought.

Kyo growled, "What are you two babbling about? Tell me! I hate being out of the loop!"

The sayian prince's eyes narrowed as he faced his old friend, "It appears you are not the last one of your race. We seem to have one on Earth, a female."

The Quazuna's eyes brightened, "Honest? Another one? A female as well? Amazing! She must be Kina's daughter. She was with a child a few years after we fled together. Kind of disappeared when the child was to be born."

The clock in Piccolo's brain rang in his head. He yelled, "You're telling me that Mori is of that idiot's race?"

Vegeta chuckled as he crossed his arms, "That's right. Now I finally was able to get her race. I knew she looked familiar, but I couldn't remember that weird ass name."

Goku's own mind hadn't understood what they were talking about until his son told him...slowly. Goku laughed, "Ohh, that's what you guys were talking about! Sorry? Heh-heh."

Piccolo huffed, "Only an idiot like you would take so long to understand this."

Kyo placed a hand on his cheek. He asked, "What is she like? Is she strong? Is she tall? I like the tall ones."

The namek's fatherly instincts kicked in, "Why do you want to know?"

The Quazuna's eyes slit into a glare, "Why do you care?"

I hate to interrupt this, but Goku, I think you need to be wished back to life and go to Earth. Now! The brunette spun in a circle, trying to find the disembodied voice.

He shouted, "What the hell? Who are you?"

Goku ignored the confused man and talked to the blue bug that was talking to them. He said out loud, "Why? What's wrong King Kai? What is happening on Earth?"

Kai hesitated slightly, S-something is defiantly wrong with Mori. Her power lever rose, fell, rose again and then disappeared! It was the strongest power lever I have ever felt in my life. I felt another level as well. It felt sinister and dark. It wasn't pleasant. Someone with that strong of a power level, and that dark of one as well, to make Mori's kai flow shift that much worried me!

Piccolo's shoulders trembled as he clenched his fists hard enough to make them bleed. He shut his eyes in pain as he grinded his teeth. He thought, No...Not Mori. I shouldn't have left her crying like that. I shouldn't have let her hate me. Oh no, no! Not Mori. Anybody but my Mori!

Gohan rubbed his friend's shoulder in comfort. He glanced over at his father, "Dad, I know you love the other world you are in, but you have to come back! You have to save Mori! She's like the sister I never had."

Goku loved the after like, that was the truth. He didn't want to leave it. Yet, he began to remember the first time he had met Mori. She was a short, shy girl hiding behind her mentor's leg. Despite her shyness, she was strong mentally and physically. She let him win the tournament as well.

Then here was also Piccolo he had to think about. He turned towards the green giant as saw how small the namek looked right now. Mori was everything to him. Goku couldn't let the poor girl or his friend end up in pain.

The powerful sayian nodded, "OK, I'll come back." A slight smile graced Gohan's face as he tried to calm his ex-teacher down. Goku looked at the brunette. He asked, "How many dragon balls do you have Kyo?"

The man shrugged, "Five. I will give them to you if you bring me with you."

Goku shrugged, "That's fine with me." He met his eyes with Piccolo's before looking at everyone else, "Alright guys, find the other dragon balls. It seems that we need to save someone."

OK, I know a few people don't like a race that was stronger than the sayians. Well, get over it. It is a story, and the race is practically extinct. Only two remain.

If you do like the story, thank you! ^-^ Anyways, the planet's name and race was a name my friend made up years ago. When we were young, we would usually make up worlds. His world was Quazuna. It was the only thing I could think of.

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