I wish I owned DBZ, but I don't. I own DVD's and tapes, but it just isn't the same. I also don't own the rights to any of the music pieces you see selected, just copies of merchandise, such a shame. The artists that created them are geniuses and we all must bow to them.

Chapter 4: Substitute

My stunned expression didn't last as Jason made his presence felt again. Trunks and Goten were already lowered into a ready stance behind me, but were just as surprised.

"I thought you killed him!" Trunks shouted.

"I did," I said.

"Then why is he here? Explain that will ya?" Gibb asked.

"You've got me there, I vaporized his whole body and brought his mask back. It's lying on the picnic table over there, wait what?" I pointed out, only to gasp when I saw it was gone. The group collectively backed up as Jason stalked forward, looking eager to continue where he had left off. I sensed a sudden energy surge coming closer, and this time it stuck around long enough for me to identify it.

"Whoa, who's that bro?" Trunks asked as he looked up.

I grinned sharply and crossed my arms as Jason got closer, "No one we need to worry about!" Jason stopped short as he heard the battle cry from above, and turned his head right into a high velocity kick that sent him bouncing across the landscape.

"Oh, its her," Trunks muttered negatively.

"Whoa, who's the hot chick?" Mitch suddenly called out, joining in with a few whistlers.

"Well now, are you boys having fun out here without me? I'd hate to think my little brothers would want to be away from me for three weeks just to sit out here and be bored all the time. I mean, my gosh, why would anyone want to be away from little old me? What a waste," Lenz said as she swung her hair suggestively around. She was decked out in the camper's gear, though the shirt seemed to be a few sizes too small, which probably fed her ego even more.

"Ugh," Trunks and Goten groaned.

"You do realize that guy is trying to kill everyone," Kia asked.

"Oh, shoulda known there would be competition, though it isn't much of a contest," Lenz said with a sharp grin as her shirt seemed to get even tighter. I noticed that she was actually tightening her purple tail around her waist so that any slack was pulled down, stretching the shirt even more. I rolled my eyes slightly as some of the whistling and catcalls got going, Lenz was doing it on purpose just to aggravate me. Ever since she had learned from both Bulma and Videl that I was older at one point. She had it in her mind that she had to remind me about it and flaunt herself around other people whenever I was around, a poor attempt to make me jealous. To be honest, there was a part of me deep down that was a little jealous, but it was a part of my personality that would be sleeping for several more years.

"That's your sister? Wow!" Mitch exclaimed again.

"No," Trunks and I groaned at the same time. Lenz continued to soak it in, but paid no real attention to a recovering dark figure coming towards us.

"Here comes that mean guy again!" Goten pointed out.

"Oh him, like he is a real threat. What do you think little bro, does this shirt make me look fat?" Lenz asked as she stretched out a bit.

"Depends on which part your talking about. Personally I think you need a reduction, Ma might be able to help you out in that department. Oh, and you may want to move," I said as I charged a blast in my hand. Lenz stepped aside just as Jason came up behind her, looking slightly surprised at the golden blast that had his name on it. I fired and watched as everything above his ankles was blown to smithereens. Somehow, the mask survived the blast, and dropped to the ground harmlessly.

"That was one ugly dude, I'd take Frieza over him any day," Lenz commented. Ugh, the girly act continues.

"So, why are you out here?" I asked once Lenz and I had a moment alone from everyone else. The cops had returned to the scene, though they couldn't quite understand what had happened despite the explanation. I shook it off and attempted to get away from everyone to inquire just why she was there, and why in the hell Vegeta even let her out of the house. We all agreed that she shouldn't leave the compound by herself for at least a couple weeks while she got used to Earth.

"Well, Miss Bulma heard about some trouble out here from that big dude over there and asked me to come out here to keep you boys out of trouble. Looks like you've been bored though, I suppose I'd be stirring up trouble too if this was all I had to pick from. I'll bet these girls don't help you relieve any tension at all do they? From what I've seen, there isn't too much to choose from either gender anyway on this planet, I guess the prince was right," she said as she glanced around in disappointment.

"About what?" I dared to ask.

"That I'll have to mate with you once you're older again, at least that might actually be worthwhile once you're a little bigger!" she said, comparing my height to her own. Oh no, we're not doing the future mate shit again, no fucking way!

"Somehow I doubt he was sincere, " I groaned a bit as I crossed my fingers.

"Well its not completely out of the realm of possibility, I am half Rotarian, and we were very affectionate towards immediate family members. And he did seem into the idea," she trailed off with a slight wink.

"Yeah I'm sure he was, and for the last time, I am not your damn brother," I muttered.

"That's okay, it's never mattered on planet Rotaria, just occasionally frowned upon. Oh my, that boy over there is still staring at me. Maybe he's got a crush, he is pretty cute. He wouldn't be a bad first timer I suppose, I'll call it the Earthling Experiment!" she said as she gave Mitch a heart attack just by waving at him.

"You can cut the sweet and innocent act, you and I both know that you are neither," I frowned. I caught the hand aimed for the side of my head a moment later, she had obviously taken exception to that one.

"Hey! I was just teasing, you're so moody for such a runt!" she growled a bit.

"Yeah, well just remember, this runt bites. Now why are you out here? And don't start with the girly act again!" I demanded.

"I really did come out here because the local police called Bulma and she sent me out here to make sure you guys aren't in trouble. And the other reason is because Vegeta threw me out. He said I was unworthy of training with him, even after I tried so hard to beat him the past few days. He knows I have no chance against him," she said in slight sadness.

"Don't take it so personally, he probably wanted a night alone with his wife. And it took me almost a year and a half to beat him once, and that's when I finally had an advantage," I explained.

"I'll be surprised if a runt like you could ever take him down," she said out of habit.

"And I'm surprised you aren't pregnant yet, but that's beside the point," I grinned slightly, earning another attempt at a slap before I blocked it.

"God, why in the hell do you have to call me a slut all the time?" she asked.

"Maybe its because you act like one. Though a few others may not actually mind," I said, glancing at Mitch and a few younger males that had been looking around the corner.

"Hey, I've always had an overactive drive ever since I started to grow up, its not my fault! It's in my blood! Besides, I was stuck up there training with you all the time trying to make myself strong. Sorry if my body wants to catch up now that I'm alive again!" she said in slight anger.

"Well settle down before you consider experimenting with any humans. As strong as you are now, you'd probably kill someone if you did anything past flirting," I warned.

"Nah, I'll be gentle," she said, waving my warning off.

"You're part Saiyan, gentle isn't an accurate description. Trust me on that one," I said as I gave Mitch and the others a warning glare.

"Is that a promise?" she asked as her hand went through her hair.

"Just watch it, anyone else around here will get the wrong impression if you keep that act up, assuming they haven't already," I suggested.

"Fine, but it's not as fun. Anyway, I came out here to substitute for one of the dead counselors, and to keep you out of trouble. I know those other two won't be a problem, right?" she asked as she glanced the other way, seeing Trunks and Goten peeking around the corner of the cabin.

"Ha, like we're going to listen to you!" Trunks declared.

"So what is with that big guy in the mask that you killed?" she asked, ignoring Trunks.

"Jason Voorhees, apparently he haunts this place a lot. That's the second time I've killed him today. I sensed an energy surge shortly before he showed up again, but he is hard to sense. What we need is to find out is how he came back, and we need to be prepared in case he comes back again. He may not have a chance against any of us, but he is very good at killing normal humans with ease," I explained.

"Well, I guess I can handle watch duty for tonight," Lenz said with a deep smile.

I cocked an eyebrow at her, "And let your overactive sex drive crush one of the civilians, I don't think so!"

"Nah, I'm not going to go that far. Tell ya what, I'll try and find this Jason's lair, or wherever he pops out at. I'm good at remaining unnoticed. If it's a problem I'll just power up and you can come save me!" she suggested with a slight wink. My eyes narrowed a bit, something about her words didn't seem sincere. "Either that or I'm sleeping with him first!" she pointed towards Mitch again.

I sighed heavily, Lenz still wasn't used to being around Earthlings, but she knew how to compromise with me pretty well. "Fine, but if there are any problems let me know right away! Try not to leave this place unguarded though. If you spot him coming, just wipe him out quick and then you can search the woods," I said while opening the door to my cabin. Somehow, I suspected there was a long night ahead, but on the other hand, I didn't think it was going to be because of Jason Voorhees.

Interlude 4.1: Findings

"Hey babe! Slow down! I can't keep up with your cute ass!" a stumbling human male shouted as he rummaged through the forest. The girl ahead of him moved with incredible speed to match her strong and attractive figure. She also looked slightly disgusted with the human boy that was following her, but let him continue the chase for the time being.

"Damn pond scum can't even control their own instincts, not a surprise I suppose," she muttered.

"Babe! Where'd you go?" the boy called out.

"Over here!" she called back. The boy tripped over a thick branch as he laid eyes on her standing in a clearing next to an old and broken headstone.

"Wow, you're even hotter than that other chick, I can't wait to see what's under those clothes," he said as he glanced downwards to untangle his feet from the brush. When he looked back up though, she was gone, and he was immediately confused.

"Hey, where'd you go?"

"I'm hiding, it's my first time after all!" her voice said from the air. To him it sounded like she was still standing there, but he saw nothing.

"Babe! Come on, don't hide from big Mitch. I promise it won't hurt for long!" Mitch said as he walked towards the broken headstone. He couldn't read what was written as weather had worn down the inscription, but the grave looked like it was open. He peered inside, seeing nothing but dirt and weeds along the ground surrounding it. Inside the grave though were a collection of bones and what looked to be decomposed organs of whoever it used to be. A moment later, the remains glowed green for a few seconds before fading, and then repeated itself. Mitch gazed at this, trying to figure out what the deal was. As he was fixated on this grave, he didn't detect something sneaking up on him. He heard a footstep and assumed the best.

"Oh babe, about time you came out, check out this weird thing. What the, but you're dead?!" he suddenly shrieked as he turned and found that it was not the girl he was chasing. Mitch's head was grabbed by a large pair of hands and turned harshly, breaking his neck instantly and leaving his head twisted backwards. Mitch collapsed with his shocked expression intact as the large figure spun on his heel and glanced around. Even from under his hockey mask, Jason knew that it was far too quiet for him to be alone. He never even saw the kick coming until he was already falling backwards. The same attractive girl that had appeared with the boy a moment ago landed before him, with a stern expression on her face. She wore a one-piece black leather bodysuit with a crimson red shirt underneath that was only slightly darker than her hair. The jumpsuit was unzipped just enough to see more of her frontal features, but the rest was skintight. She wore black gloves and black boots to match her suit, and her hair was dark red and tied back high, letting an eight inch long pony tail wave freely around in the air. Her eyes were a deadly black color that seemed to be surrounded by an invisible fire. This girl wasn't normal by any measurement, and in the back of Jason's mind, he knew he was in for a fight.

"You are fortunate that I have to fight you in this state, for I would likely be discovered if I used any of my power. Still, you don't have a chance!" she boasted. Jason looked around for a weapon, but didn't find his trusty machete anywhere nearby. The strong girl jumped and kicked him square in the chest, knocking him backwards. When he looked up again, she was in the motion of throwing solid metal objects at him. Five sharp daggers zipped through the air and became implanted in his chest. Jason stumbled, but reached up and pulled each dagger out before tossing them aside, ignoring the gushing blood from his chest. The girl snorted a bit at this, as if she was expecting it. Jason stalked towards her and swung his forearm as she ducked under it. The girl kicked him harshly again in the chest and then in the back as he staggered into the second blow. Jason fell forward as the girl dropped an elbow into the center of his back, and then locked in a headlock from behind. He attempted to just shove her off, but even his strength didn't compare to her own. As her arm slipped around his neck, he attempted to pull it off with his hands, unsuccessfully. He began to lose oxygen, and tried once to buck her off by using his own head against her pressure. It worked, and he nailed her in the face with the back of his head. She stumbled off and wiped the hint of dirt from her lips as Jason got back up.

She suddenly cracked a smile, "I suppose with your recovery rate, I can risk a small sample. Prepare yourself!" Jason only turned his head slightly as her finger glowed white for barely a second. She ran at him with absurd speed as he only lurched forward, and tapped him on the top of his head as she flew by and landed. Jason froze for a moment, before his entire head exploded from the inside out, showering the area with the pink remains of his cerebral cortex as the mask flew off. His body dropped to the ground and remained motionless as his mask landed nearby. Moments later, his body vanished into thin air. The girl landed and snorted slightly before walking over and examining the glowing green grave. Inside, the recent remains of a body were beginning to regenerate and take the form of a large human. She detected a slight energy surge as the regenerating form began to grow arms and legs.

"Have you found something, Leira?" another feminine voice asked. The girl spun on her heel and saw a partially transparent figure floating in mid air. She bowed immediately to this figure dressed in purple and white. This was a healthy and mature looking woman that didn't appear to be more than thirty years of age, despite her long white hair. Her calm eyes and radiant aura signified someone of great importance, and someone equally deadly on a battlefield.

"Madam Venestra!" Leira gasped slightly.

The older woman scowled a bit, "Skip the formalities child, did you find something unusual or not?"

"Yes your eminence, it appears that this human creature has remarkable regeneration capability, however I believe that the boy's healing power accelerated it. Instead of being restored once every few years, it can return to its normal living capacity in a few hours!" Leira said, casting a suspicious eye towards the grave as its glow died down.

"I see, has the Saiyan boy figured it out yet?" Venestra asked.

"No your majesty, no one has visited this site as of yet. The boy has encountered this violent being a few times and dispatched it with ease, but he has yet to discover its origins as of yet," she replied, still bowing.

"See to it that he finds his way there, but do not blow your cover. I want that kid to figure out that his powers have adverse effects on the human environment, he needs to stop using them so recklessly. I suspect that this might have happened due to the kid trying to heal the whole planet with his energy. A bold and difficult thing to try, and as I said, reckless. Now the consequences of that action are beginning to take shape. I doubt that this is the last you will see of this kind of activity, so watch out for abnormal abilities in humans. As for the other ordeals, let things proceed with as little interference as possible. You may also put your plan into action for the time being, that might help our cause. In all cases though, see to it that the boy cleans up his own mess," Venestra ordered.

"Yes of course," Leira said with a respectful bow.

"Did you acquire one of the magical objects?" Venestra asked. Leira pulled out something from her back and held up a small orange ball, nodding. "Excellent, make sure to hide it somewhere safe. I suggest beyond the dark wall," Venestra said.

"Understood, do you have a time table in which you want to deal with that problem?" Leira asked.

"We will let things proceed for now," Venestra said she vanished. Once she was gone, Leira detected some sort of mental presence scanning the area. She immediately lowered her energy level to nothing and ceased to even breathe for a moment. The presence lifted past her after a few seconds and moved on once it lost track of her. Leira opened up her senses to trace the presence back to its owner. She grinned slightly as she gazed into the distant skies.

"Nice try, Namek. Your time will come soon enough," Leira whispered. She began to walk away before she eyed the mask that Jason had been wearing. She squatted down and picked it up to gain a closer look. It didn't glow like the grave had been, but she sensed a very tiny stream of energy coming from the grave, linking with the mask. It was so faint that she had to be holding the mask to even sense it. Interesting creature, this may not have completely been his fault after all. Either way, I will let him deal with it. She dropped the mask and took one last look at the grave before vanishing into the darkness.

Interlude 4.2: New Terror

Kia found herself smiling as she was wheeled into the operating room for plastic surgery. She had wanted to get a nose job done for so long, but she could never afford it. Now she was getting the full package deal with not only a nose job, but also a slight tummy tuck and some other trim jobs along some areas she deemed too big or too small. Finally her dreams to be even more beautiful were going to be realized. She kept her thick grin on as the nurses guided her to the table and plugged in many monitoring devices. As the gas mask went on, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She suddenly shook herself awake as the lights seemed to go out. She looked around in panic as the red emergency lights of the hospital were on and the rest of the power was out. She saw no one nearby, but did notice a long bandaged object directly in front of her face. When she focused on it and touched it with her hand, she realized that it was part of her face. She gasped and shook nervously as she unraveled the bandage. With the wrappings gone, she screamed as gazed at the size of her nose, protruding nearly four inches off her face. She frantically looked around for a mirror, finding one attached to the wall and running to it. She continued to look at her nose in horror, but then gazed down at the rest of her. First thing she saw next was that one of her breasts was huge, and the other was as flat as an ironing board. She moaned a bit as she looked down further, seeing her once beautiful stomach was deformed and twisted a bit with bloody stitches covering it. She sank to her knees and sobbed a bit, wondering what the doctors had done to her. She heard a battering of footsteps slowly approaching and saw a growing shadow out in the hallway. She filled up with fear as she heard a gruff voice chuckle a bit as it entered the room. An average sized man entered, wearing a white lab coat over what appeared to be a red striped sweater. He wore a black hat to match his dark pants, but that's not was disturbed Kia the most. His entire face and head looked to be severely burned and scarred, to the point where he didn't even look human anymore. She gasped slightly and stood up against the wall as he grinned at her with teeth that a dentist wouldn't clean.

"Oh, what's wrong my dear?" he said softly.

"Doctor? What did they to me? They must have gotten the surgery order wrong!" Kia pointed out.

"Yes, that's exactly why I'm here, to clean up the mess!" he chuckled as he walked closer. Kia saw his gloved hand come out of his pocket and backed up even more, seeing a sharp blade attached to each finger.

"Why so nervous sweet cheeks?" he chuckled again.

"What are those for?" she asked as she stepped back and prepared to run.

"Just my tools. They tend to leave things a bit, messy! Bwhahahaha!" he cackled. Kia seemed to know that her life was in danger now from this false doctor and made a break for the door. The man made a slight motion of his hand and the door slammed in Kia's face, sending her crashing to the floor. When she got up and tried to hold her nose, it fell off and blood squirted everywhere, making her panic quite a bit more. She grabbed the discarded bandages and held them to her missing nose while keeping an eye on the demonic looking man.

"Who the hell are you?" she asked between breaths.

"I think one of your packages are leaking!" he said, pointing a bladed finger towards her chest. He motioned forward and an instantly stabbed through her enlarged breast before ripping out its contents. She cried out in pain and sunk to the floor while he gazed at the silicon implant stuck to one of his blades.

"You're lucky I'm taking care of you now, cancer is a bitch! Bwhahahaha!" he cackled again. Kia backed into a corner and wheezed a bit, as her wounds were beginning to take their toll.

"Oh, what's wrong? Are you finally realizing you just another ugly little whore? They say beauty is only skin deep, let's find out what's underneath all this dark meat!" the man said as he knelt down and stabbed into her arms with his blades. She screamed continuously as he proceeded to cut off her skin.

Next time on DBV: A new string of murders at the camp has Jason's stench written all over it, until Verto discovers that they are not his doing at all. The new terror is another notorious murderer that the police already know about, and have their own way of stopping it. But the worst news is still to come when Verto ventures into his own dreams to combat him…

WDG: Fight in his sleep, eh? Better hope it's one of them dreams you can control. If Fred controls it, it could end up nasty. ... Oh, and I do hope they don't forget ol' Jason.

VB: So how do you like your villains? Diced or sautéed?

WDG: Well-done with a slight amount of pepper and plenty of salt.

VB: Pass the Ketchup.