5- Acceptance and Forgiveness

Vegeta's POV

'Prrr, prrr, prrr'

I was awoken by a loud purring and I opened my eyes to find Scratch sleeping atop of my bulging belly. I smiled and stroked his for, making him purr louder. Kakarot stirred beside me, and soon his arms wrapped around me. I couldn't help but smile as he settled down beside him again, nuzzling against his chest as his hands lightly and sleepily ran across my back. I had just gotten comfortable when I noticed how light the room was. Bolting upright, and a sudden jump of my heart, I suddenly remembered where I was; in the middle of the Son's living room, lying beside Kakarot; that wouldn't have been easy to explain if anyone saw us.

I looked around quickly, first noticing the clock on the wall above the television, reading five to eight, which increased my anxiety. I ducked back down and peered around cautiously; no one seemed to be up, though I was sure at least Gohan would have been. Even though it was the weekend, he was usually up early due to habit. I prepared myself to quickly hide myself back in my little makeshift room, but I was suddenly faced with a problem. Kakarot was still asleep and, due to my four-and-a-half-month pregnant belly, my agility and movement was severely impaired. Which would mean that, for me to get around, would be to slowly make my way around the pull-out bed, but that would mean precious minutes wasted; I couldn't risk being seen . . . But I also couldn't risk being seen sleeping beside Kakarot, and that would be ten times worse. Panicking, I shook Kakarot's shoulder.

"Hn?" Kakarot yawned, rubbing his eyes, "Wh-what's wrong?"

I pressed a finger to his lip before pointing to the clock.

"Sh-shit," Kakarot sat up a little, "H-has anyone seen you?"

"I don't think so," I whispered, "But I can't get back to the cupboard without help,"

"Finally awake, are you?"

The sudden cold, hostile voice made my heart nearly jump out of my chest, before it sank. I looked up at Kakarot to see his eyes narrowed and glaring at someone behind me. I gulped before daring a glance over my shoulder. Chichi stood glaring, mainly at me, her arms folded and her hair wrapped in a towel. She had obviously seen us already and had taken a shower to wait for us to wake up, which, I'll admit, was considerate of her.

"I have no idea what's going on here, so someone better start explaining," she said acidly.

"I couldn't leave him out in the cold, Chichi," Kakarot replied flatly, as though he was trying not to lose his temper, "He had nowhere else to go,"

"So, basically, you've been lying to me," Chichi said lowly.

"It isn't like you've never lied to me," Kakarot whispered, as if he was merrily wondering out loud.

After giving a hurt glare at him, she turned on me, though her gaze seemed to have softened some.

"You don't look a hundred percent fine, I agree, but what I would like to know is," she paused for a moment, glancing at Kakarot, "Who's child are you carrying?"

I stared at her, absolutely shocked.

"H-how . . . ?"

"It is quite obvious," Chichi pointedly glanced at my bulging belly, "And that would explain the vomiting I've been hearing in the mornings; I thought it was Gohan at first, but he always seemed fine when I saw him, same with Goten, and I knew it definitely wasn't Goku," at that point, she glared at Kakarot again.

"S-so . . . you already knew?" I asked quietly.

"I knew someone else was here, yes . . . but you haven't answered my question,"

"Right . . . i-it's . . . it's Krillin's," I whispered.

"K-Krillin-wait, what; you're kidding!" Chichi cried, looking utterly disgusted.

"He played me, I fell for it, now I have to live with the consequences, yes, I know," I sighed.

"S-so this . . . ?" she gestured to the couch Kakarot and I was on.

"Vegeta collapsed last night and I wanted to keep an eye on him," Kakarot explained, "Nothing happened,"

He wasn't telling the whole truth, obviously . . . well, we didn't actually do . . . um . . . 'it', but we were kissing and . . . erm . . . touching; other than that, 'nothing happened', mainly because Kakarot was being cautious, thinking that he would hurt me. Chichi seemed to be convinced by Kakarot's words and nodded, before giving me, believe it or not, a worried glance.

"How far along are you?" she asked.

"U-um . . . I-I think . . . four and a half months, give or take," I replied.

She frowned at that and I couldn't blame her; I looked bigger than almost five months. I shuddered to think of the possibility of it being twins; from what I had seen and half experienced, it was difficult taking care of one. Then I thought maybe it was the fact that I was a Saiyan; for all I knew, Saiyan pregnancies could be shorter than humans; I had never experienced a Saiyan pregnancy before mine. I gathered that Chichi had thought it through whilst she was in the shower, or bath, because she seemed to understand, at least, I hoped so.

"Are you . . . angry?" Kakarot asked suddenly, though quietly.

"I am mad that you lied to me and went behind my back, yes, but we'll talk about that later," Chichi glared, though her gaze softened as she continued, "Although, it is in your nature to help people, Goku, so I can't 'shoot you down' because of that," she paused with a sigh, "I guess . . . we can sort something out; make a proper bed for Vegeta . . . we're going to have to send you to someone else's place just for the day so Goku and I can . . . sort things out,"

I nodded hesitantly, though the way the paused at the end made me think that she wanted me somewhere where I couldn't 'witness' anything, or hear anything. I hoped they weren't going to fight again. I felt anxiety about the 'somebody else's place'; I was . . . pretty damn sure that there wouldn't be many volunteers. Again, I couldn't blame them . . . who would want to look after a pregnant Saiyan male, the same Saiyan that used to terrorise the Earth? It didn't obviously leave me with a lot of friends, especially more so after the . . . 'Majin' incident, although. . . Maybe Piccolo could help? I shook my head; why would he want to waste his time looking after me; he had the entire Earth to look after, along with guiding Dende.

Kakarot sat up suddenly, and I knew he had come up with . . . at least I hoped . . . a good substitute to take care of me.

"Vegeta, I know you're going to hate who I'm going to suggest, but, face it, it's going to get quite awkward the next time you two met, and we need to sort it out," he said.

I stared at him; surely he was suggesting . . . no, h-he wouldn't do that. I gave him a pleading look as a bad, nervous feeling started to overwhelm me. He nodded and I almost burst into tears . . . well . . . . Actually, I did, but I was trying hard not to make it obvious that I had, but, obviously, I must have been trembling because I soon felt Kakarot's arms around me.

"I know it's going to be hard, Vegeta, but . . . we're all fighters and we stand by each other; it is . . . essential that you two work things out,"

"Kakarot," I shook my head, "This isn't like returning from rehab, or anything like that; Krillin was my ex-lover. This won't be hard, this will be difficult on an 'expert' level, and I'm no fucking expert at this," I broke again, tears dripping from my chin, "I can't do this; just the mere thought of him brings a horrible feeling in my chest and stomach . . . I-I . . . I can't bear to imagine seeing him face-to-face after what he's done,"

"Vegeta," Kakarot gently shook me, "You're stronger than this. All these years you've wanted to be stronger than me, but you haven't succeeded, well here's your chance; go to Krillin's and prove that you can take on anything . . . . ." his voice dropped to a mere whisper, "Because, if I was in your shoes . . . I don't think I'd be able to do it,"

I stared up at him, completely stunned by what he had said. He wanted me to be stronger . . . but . . . I-I couldn't . . . I feared the very thought of being in Krillin's presence. How could I when Kakarot even admitted that he couldn't if he was in my position? But . . . I also saw where he was coming from; he needed to know that I was still me; that I still craved to be stronger than him, even though that craving had become tiresome. With one final look of worry and fear towards him, I bowed my head and nodded . . . it's what he wanted, and I didn't want to disappoint him. Kakarot's hands, that had been squeezing my arms slightly, patted my shoulder before he embraced me.

"Good job, Vegeta," he whispered, "I'm so proud of you,"

I rested my head into his chest, as my tears trickled down my cheeks; I still feared to see Krillin, but I had to do something to fix our little . . . 'situation'. I knew if it went alright, it wouldn't just benefit Krillin and myself, but Kakarot too; of course, he must be suffering too! How could I have been so selfish? Why hadn't I seen it? . . . Because he didn't want me to know that he was distressed by our situation too.

"I'm so sorry, Kakarot," I whispered, "I'm so, so sorry; I didn't know,"

I felt his arms tighten around me, felt his lips press discreetly against my cheek. I could see Chichi watching us, curiously and suspiciously. I patted Kakarot's back and he pulled back, also remembering that Chichi was still in the room.

"Right, I'll drive you there; I don't want you flying too far while you're pregnant," Kakarot said, "That wouldn't be very good for your health or the baby's health,"

I nodded and sat back, then feeling a sharp pain run through my back. I gasped and instinctively hunched over. Immediately I felt hands touch my shoulder and back; one I recognised as Kakarot's and the other I guessed was Chichi's.

"V-Vegeta, are you okay?" Kakarot asked, worriedly, "I-Is it tha baby?"

"N- . . . N-no . . . j-just . . . my back just hurts," I gasped.

Kakarot rubbed my back gently and got me to sit up straight again before helping me to get dressed as he asked Chichi to get me painkillers. I didn't know how the painkillers were supposed to help; they never did much for me. Kakarot caught my gaze and gently stroked my thigh reassuringly, smiling a little before kissing me. Then he helped me into the kitchen; he was worried that I would collapse again. Chichi was handing me a glass of water and a tablet, when their phone began to ring.

"Hello?" Chichi answered, ". . . You don't say; you know Goten didn't come home last night, neither; I figured he was at your house . . . . No . . . . Well, we'll keep an eye out for him,"

She hung up the phone, looking thoroughly worried.

"What's wrong?" Kakarot asked.

"That was Bulma, apparently Trunks run off last week and she assumed he was here . . ."

I froze . . . . Trunks? H-he wouldn't . . . . why? Was he looking for me? He was out in the snow, risking his life to look for me? My chest seemed to tighten . . . w-w . . . . w-was he . . . . No, surely not . . . . H-he knew how to defend himself . . . . Yet, knowing how to defend yourself doesn't exactly guarantee complete safety . . . w-what if he was starving? W-what if he was . . . ?

"Vegeta," Kakarot gripped my shoulders, and I realised I was trembling and probably looked deathly pale, judging from his worried gaze, "He'll be alright . . . he's probably with Goten; they're unbeatable together you know,"

He smiled a little and I managed to smile back; he was right; after all, they're both half-Saiyans and they knew quite well how to fend for themselves. I let out a long sigh and relaxed with this small comfort; I wasn't going to be fully comfortable unless I had Trunks within my sight.

Anyway, before long, wrapped in a blanket and a pillow on my lap, just in case, and a sleeping Scratch on top, I was waiting in the car; Kakarot was talking to Chichi, perhaps to say 'see ya later' or something; I wasn't sure, but I had a sudden tingle down the back of my neck, as if . . . . As if someone was watching me. I peered out to the snow-covered landscape, looking for anyone, or anything, that would prove my suspicious feeling, but I didn't see anyone.

I dared a glance towards the woods just a couple of meters away from the car . . . . That was the spot where I figured my feeling was coming from; just looking towards the trees sent shivers down my spine; instead, I turned back to where I could see Kakarot and Chichi, placing the pillow in front of the window facing the forest. Finally, Kakarot slid into the car, and, soon, we were headed towards Kame House.

Krillin's POV

I was surprised to be awoken by a phone call, and even more surprised to find out it was Chichi; bizarre.

"Goku's bringing Vegeta over to you; he and I need to sort out a few things for him . . . plus, Goku wants you two to . . . make up, or whatever,"

"Um . . . . Okay, sure, I guess . . . ." I sighed one, that pause meant that Goku was in for a very long lecture once he got back, and two, it would've paid if I had more than a half-hour warning.

It was a quick call, and I had stared blankly at the phone for a moment before deciding it best to warn the others that Vegeta was going to be arriving . . . . It was going to be harder to explain the fact that he was also pregnant . . . and that it was my fault that he was.

However, the task seemed quite simple; 18, I guess, had obviously expected it; Master Roshi wasn't fussed, though I don't think he understood what I had meant when I told him the Vegeta was pregnant . . . all I had to worry about was if Yamcha or Tien showed up . . . . That would be a disaster to say at the least; they would do anything to humiliate Vegeta, especially since neither of them had the chance to do their dares, and I was hoping that they wouldn't get the chance. Before I knew it, Goku had arrived and he was carrying Vegeta who was wrapped up in a blanket..

"He fell asleep on the way over," Goku chuckled nervously.

I smiled a little then frowned as a little black cat followed after him.

"Scratch?"

"Yeah, he sort of followed Vegeta back to my house," Goku chuckled again, and gently lay Vegeta down on the couch, "He'll be alright here, won't he? Vegeta, I mean,"

"Yeah," I nodded, "Though, I hoping Yamcha and Tien don't come over . . ."

Goku smiled a little and looked down at Vegeta, stroking his hair a little. The movement brought up an earlier thought, though I wasn't sure if I should ask him or not . . . cringing a little, I asked him.

"U-um . . . . H-have . . . . You and Vegeta . . . . Urm . . . ya know . . . ." I trailed off, suddenly going bright red.

"Huh? Oh . . . . U-uh . . . . W-why would you say something like that?" Goku laughed nervously.

"So . . . you have?"

"I didn't say that!" this time the blush was on Goku's face, realising that, Goku sighed, "For your ears only, got it,"

"It's okay, I'm fine with it . . . it's just . . . . I don't know, you two just seem to . . . act differently when you're with each other," I said, just as nervous.

"What, really?" Goku blinked, and then shrugged, "Never noticed it . . . . But . . . we have . . . . Ya know . . . been 'in bed' together. Please, don't tell Chichi, okay? She's only helping because she thinks we're not,"

"It's alright, secrets safe with me," I smiled.

Seemingly relaxed, Goku sighed.

"Well, I better go," he said rather reluctantly, "Take good care of him, alright, and call me if anything happens . . . . Even the small things,"

I chuckled.

"He'll be fine,"

Vegeta didn't wake up for at least another hour. At that time, I had been watching TV, with the volume on low, and watching Scratch who seemed to have a fondness for Vegeta's hair and chest. He woke up with a start and stared at the television screen for a while before realizing where he was. He, quite literally, jumped up, as if he'd been poked by something sharp. Then he saw me . . . and his eyes filled with fear. Vegeta looked around desperately; I'm guessing he was half-hoping to see Goku somewhere. Realising he wasn't there, he sat down, pulling the blankets tightly around himself, and just stared at me.

An awkward silence filled the room, and I wished that 18 hadn't left with Marron to go shopping. Eventually, I broke the silence.

"Are you hungry?"

He flinched and almost slipped off the edge off the chair, and for a moment he was completely silent . . . then, he spoke.

"I-I h-haven't had breakfast . . . ." his voice was so quite I had hardly heard him, but I managed to decipher what he had said.

"Is there anything in particular you would like to eat?" I asked, "You can show me what you'd like,"

From the look he gave me, it was as if I had sentenced him to a life-time in hell. He whimpered slightly, but nodded; again, I guessed it was because, as Chichi had told me, Goku wanted us to get along again. So he followed me into the kitchen, a little slow, but judging by how big his belly was, I guess it couldn't be helped. He stepped cautiously in, as if he was expecting to have someone jump in on him, then . . . . Someone actually did jump out.

Well, no, not jump out, just someone who was in the kitchen who I hadn't planned to have in the kitchen, at all. Yamcha stared back at us, and then Vegeta let out a cry and flattened himself against the wall outside the kitchen. I saw the smirk that pulled on Yamcha's lips and went to stop me, but, being so much taller than me, he easily over-looked me and followed Vegeta.

I followed after him just as quickly and saw him rip Vegeta's blanket off of him. Immediately Vegeta crouched on the floor and covered his head; he obviously didn't want Yamcha to find out he was pregnant as much as I did.

But he saw.

"Ha, so it is true," he laughed, "Not only has the great 'Prince of all Saiyans' gotten himself pregnant," he nudged Vegeta sharply in the back a few times with his shoe as he said this, "He's also gone soft . . . and fat,"

"Yamcha, that's enough," I quickly stepped in front of Vegeta, half because Vegeta had gotten up to retaliate, "I think you should go,"

"Aw, come on; I just want to have some fun," Yamcha smirked, looking at Vegeta, "Looks like he wants to 'play' too . . . you want to play, don't ya, you fatty,"

"WHY DON'T YOU GET YOURSELF KNOCKED-UP AND SEE HOW SKINNY YOU ARE?!"

I was shocked hearing Vegeta shout like that; it seemed like forever since he had done it last, but I saw the tears, and the frustration; he didn't want Yamcha there, and he didn't like what Yamcha was trying to do. I couldn't agree with him more.

"Yamcha, you need to leave now," I told him firmly, though trying to remain calm.

Yamcha sneered at me, and then continued to taunt Vegeta.

"Come on, Vegeta, when was the last time you fought with someone; I bet you're begging for an excuse to fight again," he smirked, but Vegeta didn't move, he just glared, "That's what I thought; you're nothing but a fat slutty whore,"

Silence . . . absolutely silence . . . . It scared me . . . . I wasn't sure if Vegeta was silently seething or if he was crying; I didn't want to look up at him, instead I intensified my glare on Yamcha. Yamcha simply smirked.

"Do you wanna know who dared Krillin to do what he did to you?"

"I don't need to know; I have quite a good idea who it was," Vegeta said quietly, though his glare was deadly.

"Heh, alright . . . so do you want to know what Krillin dared me to do to you?" Yamcha asked snidely.

"Yamcha, that's enough. Go!" I yelled at him.

But I knew Vegeta was pondering exactly what Yamcha meant by that; I felt his eyes on me, and I knew I had betrayed him again.

"Do you want to know?" Yamcha teased, "What he dared me to do . . . ?" he paused then suddenly gripped Vegeta's arm tightly and pulled him towards him, "He wanted me to 'fondle' you,"

Vegeta's eyes went wide and looked at me with hurt that was beyond what I could stand. I hung my head in shame. Yamcha laughed at our reactions, then abruptly pinned Vegeta to the wall. Immediately, Vegeta began to struggle, but Yamcha quickly regained control over him and shoved a hand under Vegeta's pants.

Vegeta gasped and flinched, his whole body going ridged. I turned away; I couldn't watch, I wanted to stop it, but I knew I had no chance. I could hear Vegeta whimper and I knew that this was just as bad for him as it was for me. Before long, it finally came to an end and Vegeta slumped to the floor in tears. Yamcha left just moments later and I was left to the sound of Vegeta's tears.

"How could you . . . ?" Vegeta whispered, and I finally looked up at him, "How could you dare that bastard to do something like that to me? What do you guys have; a group that's all about torturing me?!"

"Vegeta, j-just- . . ."

"Forget it!" Vegeta cried, then, before I knew it, he had run out of the house.

Flying above the blue sea, I was trying to find Vegeta's ki, thinking about what 18 had told me those few weeks back, she was right. I shouldn't be joining friends that torture a man who had so much torture in his life, more than what can be handled by anyone else. I looked down then spotted something very strange; I stopped to stare at a person with pink hair, horns on his head. He was shirtless, wearing blood red jeans, which were held up by black leather straps around his wrists with silver spikes on them.

I flew down to see who he was. He must have heard me land because he turned. His eyes where a light purple colour, unusual. He was staring at me.
"Who are you?" I asked.

For a while, he didn't seem to reply but then he opened his mouth.

"I am D19." he said his voice was heavy with an accent.

Oddly, I didn't know what it was; it wasn't heard around here. D19 looked at me then raised an eyebrow, "You were searching for someone?" He asked, and I nodded.

"I was looking for Vegeta; I wanted to apologize to him." I said.

"For what?"

"Well it's not easy to say, but I was on a dare with my friends. Who dared me to . . . well, sleep with him but then I got him pregnant. I rejected him, besides he's just stubborn as shit,"

I looked at d19 whose eyebrows scrunched in disgust. Was it something I said?

"I smell an android on you," he stated, and then continued, "Let me say something to you. Torturing another soul is harmful, android lover. You think joining two people to hurt another person's feelings saying that he who hurt you in the past when he came. You and your friends act like Brutus for what he had done to Julius Caesar, the anger, the shock, and the betrayer of friendship, that is what you and your friends act. Vegeta is Julius Caesar and you are Brutus with the roman counsel to stab Julius Caesar to the death. Think about that." He said, before he turned and left.

I was standing there when he left; to me he had a fairly good point from what he said. Even 18 was correct, Vegeta had more torture in his life than anyone of us could have handled. I mean he was with the tyrant Frieza all of his life and had many scars in the past, while we...us humans...Had no scars in our lives we had happiness, we had joy, but there were some times where we have scars in childhood and some not. But that's the way things went in the world.

Vegeta's POV

I sat crying in the middle of a clearing within a small forest. My eyes burned with the tears and I had curled myself into a ball . . . well as much as a ball as my belly would allow. I couldn't believe Yamcha had done that to me . . .

~Flashback~
Yamcha's hand slid under my pants and I gave a sharp gasp as my body went ridged. I stared at him with wide eyes; his hand was tight around my cock, and then he was stroking it slowly, his eyes seemed to be glued onto me. I looked away and whimpered quietly; the way he was stroking me, it . . . it hurt. I didn't know if it was because he had coarse hands or because he wanted it to hurt me; I could imagine it being both reasons.

I was certainly shocked and disappointed at myself when I actually had a reaction to it; I didn't understand it, it hurt . . . but I was aroused by it. It disgusted me. He squeezed tightly then and I whimpered once more and clenched my eyes shut. I know Krillin couldn't help, but it still hurt that he didn't at least try. Yamcha continued to torture me; pumping my cock hard and fast. I didn't look at him; I couldn't; I absolutely refused to. Finally, though, he stopped, but then he suddenly gripped my wrist tightly again and pulled me in close. I looked up at him.

"You know, what," he whispered so quietly I was sure Krillin couldn't hear as I struggled to, "I think I know why Krillin liked you so much; you're so submissive, even when you don't want it . . . unless," he suddenly grinded his hips against mine, and I stifled a yelp, "You're such a little slut," he hissed, "You want it with whoever ready to offer,"

I shook my head and pulled out of his grip; it wasn't true; it wasn't! I just wanted him to leave me alone; I wanted everyone to leave me alone. Yamcha gave a chuckle and left . . .
~End of Flashback~

I stared down at the ground to a small pool of water, seeing my own reflection. I hardly recognised myself; my face was pale and tear stained, and my eyes were dark like I hadn't had enough sleep. I sighed.

"I'm such a wreck," I whispered.

"No you're not," the sudden voice made me jump, and I looked up to see Krillin.

I looked away.

"What are you doing here?" I asked quietly.

"Vegeta . . . . I-I know . . . that I shouldn't have hurt you like that; you didn't deserve it," Krillin said as he sat down beside me, "I've been thinking about it more and more, and the more I think about it, the more I realise that I should have never tried to do something like what I did . . . I know you're trying to fit in and to be a better person; I see that . . . it's just . . . I-I'm sorry I didn't realize it before I hurt you,"

I took time to digest what he was saying, and he seemed to allow me my time. I knew Kakarot wanted us to get along again, but I can't just pretend that it's fixed; maybe Krillin really was sorry . . . but it could also be one of his 'games'. Then again . . . I was the 'bad guy' and maybe I did deserve to be knocked around a little.

"I know what you're thinking," Krillin said, suddenly, "Please don't think it's your fault; it's mine entirely and I shouldn't have done it . . . I know you've had to put up with quite a lot during your life; I've witnessed some of them . . . I shouldn't really hold it against you even though you may be an . . . um . . . arrogant . . . person at times,"

"Some of that may be true," I whispered, "But I don't know if I can truly believe what you say,"

"I know," Krillin whispered.

"I know I'm not exactly an idol person; I know that . . . I know people don't like me because of how I used to be; I know I still have enemies . . . I am trying, but it's hard when people are trying to tempt me into my old habits," my voice raised a little, though I didn't expect it to, "and on top of that, I have to live with so much pain; I can't do anything without having pain shoot through my back, and being so uncomfortable that I can't sleep at night . . . !"

I sighed and gripped my head; I shouldn't get angry at him, we were supposed to be working things out, not fighting. I could feel the baby kick inside me, sending sharp pains through me, along with the earlier shots of pain up my back. Krillin's hand touched my shoulder and I looked towards him. His eyes were filled with concern as he saw that I had tears in my eyes once more.

"Are you in pain now?" he asked softly, gently rubbing my back.

I stared at him, then, bursting into tears, I wrapped my arms around him, crying into his shoulder. Krillin's arms came around me and he held me close, allowing me to just . . . cry. He whispered words of reassurance and encouragement.

"I-I . . . I d-didn't want to come . . . I-I . . . I-I was . . . s-scared t-to . . ." I whimpered.

"It's alright, now, Vegeta; we're alright,"

D15's POV

Coming back to the past was a strange place, so unlike the future, but seemingly all the same. But without dead bodies, everyone was still alive no bloodshed at all . . . I hated it. One duty my siblings and I were to hunt down the Z Fighters, well the past ones, and challenge the one named Goku. Or as the Saiyans call him: 'Kakarot.'

Glancing over, I spotted Turles writing on the dirt making plans. D16 was feeding birds with some seeds he got. I swear he's an animal lover like that other android Dr. Gero had. But who cared about that, I craved the blood of the other Z fighters in the past. They do not know about the attack we are planning for them, they do not know that they will be dead if they challenge us. We will slice 'em and hack 'em like fish being ready for dinner. HA!

The thrill of killing the future Z Fighters was a thrill! But one thing that touched me inside was the daughter of Goku and Broly, I already killed her twin brother by slicing him in half. Broly ran off with her in his arms, I had then killed him. Isuzuly had flown out of his arms and onto the ground, crawling over to him. She was shaking him, he was bleeding to death.

I head something from him this is what he said to Isuzuly:
'Isuzuly...G...Go...To...To the past...W...Warn...Th...The past...K...Kaka...Kakarot...Tell...Tell him...Th...That...Th...This...This threat...Is going...to him and the others...Go to the past when you are older...But...Don't be angry...'

When I came behind the deceased Broly, she had started to cry. When she looked up at me I would remember those eyes. Those eyes of pain, sadness and despair. That clenched my insides. I was looking down, until I saw D19 coming. I smirked at him.

"Where have you been D19?"

He looked at me; I knew he was going to speak with a heavy accent of German.

"I was standing. One person came, he was short and had short black hair, and he told me he was going to apologize to a person because of a cruel truth or dare game."

My eyes widened, short, black; it sounded like Son Goku's friend, Krillin! I remembered when I sliced his head off. That idiot D19!

"Why didn't you kill him?"

"Huh?"

"That was more than likely Krillin you idiot! He's a Z fighter he was supposed to be dead! Why didn't you get him?!"

D19's eyes scrunched that's when I knew he was going to get angry. I was correct.

"Ich wusste nicht, dass es die z fighter Krillin war! Wenn ich wusste, ich würde ihn von Anfang an, wenn ich mit ihm sprach ausgesehen haben!"

I then burst out laughing, "Your soo easy to rile up!" I said laughing, D19 scowled at me then left.

I looked at everyone, and then stepped forward from where I was standing.

"ALRIGHT! Everyone listen up!"

The siblings looked at me, they sat and listened. Turles looked up too; I guess that he knew I had an idea.

"Now we know that Isuzuly is here in the past we need to destroy her so that she doesn't give the threat to the past Z fighters."

D16 gave me a look, "How are we going to do that she might tell someone,"

"Naw she couldn't. Besides she's somewhere here. Now one of you has to go and find her while we try to get an idea to get the other z fighters."

I looked at everyone, D16 wouldn't be any good he's too friendly, D19 would not do good because he gets edgy, D17 might do good but she gets a little too nervous about it; trust me I've seen those three do good but when it comes to the past I think that they aren't used to it yet. D18 and 20 won't do.

I looked over at a girl with short long around pink hair almost covering half of her eyes even with horns, wearing a magenta shirt with pink stripes, and dark blue jeans; D8, here's some persona that she had:

Vector Range: 5m

Strength: Average.

Speed: Very fast, though sometimes unfocused

Vector Special Ability: Can disable other Diclonius vectors.

With that, I hoped she can manage to disable Isuzuly's vectors. I hope, to me when I looked at Isuzuly she looks like she could have about since she is half-Saiyan, I knew that they can have a tremendous amount of power so I was thinking that her range of vectors would be: 11m or 14m. She looked like she was very strong. But I think that D8 would handle her.

"Hey D8, would you like to do us the favour of taking care of Isuzuly?" I asked, she looked at me then nodded.

"For the whole trip I would be honoured to." she said softly, she then ran off into the forest trying to find Isuzuly's scent.

I gave a chuckle.

"While she is doing that, how about we try to figure out how to handle the Z Fighters?" I said.

They will know my plan; I just had to send D8 off to distract Isuzuly and try to let us find Goku. That Earth-Saiyan better watch his friends back because the Diclonious androids were on their trail.