Age 774: Deep inside a secret base within Mount Frappee. Time: Shortly after the battle between Piccolo and Android 15.

Commander Black smiled when he saw Android 15's bruised and beaten frame materialize before him. The bright lighting of his office room showed every injury and scrape that the rebuilt Android earned from its battle against the infamous Namekian warrior.

So he has returned in one piece, Black thought to himself as he folded his fingers together, palms resting on the massively long and wide maple wood desk in front of him. Good. It seems that all of those years worth data and research provided to be fruitful after all.

"So, 15, how does our former guardian of the planet stack up?The one known as Piccolo is a formable warrior,s time will be a challenge, especially when he will decide to use all of his power, as oppose to the limited amount he showed in his yet you still remember your role in the plan?I do.s time. Between that and the long distant data from the tournament fights themselves, plus the past seven years worth of monitoring well be doing to , we should have a good idea on their current power levels when the time comes to activate our plans."

"The one known as Piccolo is a formable warrior," Number 15 said with a stiff nod, his face expressionless as a brand new brick wall.

"Fighting him in one month's time will be a challenge, especially when he will decide to use all of his power, as oppose to the limited amount he showed in his match."

Now it was Black's turn to smile as his thick lips twisted into a self assured smirk of his own. "And do you still remember your role in the plan?"

Android 15 once again nodded, this one shorter than the one before it.

"I do."

"Good, good." Black said as he unfolded his hands and got up from his massive desk to stretch his body. The wall behind him consisted of stacked television screens, each one resting on the other like cube blocks in orderly rows and columns.

"You know 15, if there was one thing that I learned from serving under that arrogant half a foot tall half whit Red, it's that one should always have good data before attempting to take over the world and enact revenge. After all, it was that and a server lack of data that did both Red and that crazed fool Gero in at the end."

15 remained motionless as he spoke, "Indeed. Do you require anything else from me sir?"

"Just go to the good doctor Frappe and get your memory core analyzed and mined for any potential data we could use in one month's time. Between that and the long distant data from the tournament fights themselves, plus the past seven years worth of monitoring we've done, AND the month of training they'll be doing to 'prepare', we should have a good idea on their current power levels when the time comes to activate our plans."

Bowing slightly 15 silently left the office, leaving his commander alone once more.

Black turned back to his desk and as the seconds ticked on by, as he counted the number of sets, 24. That was the number of television sets before him, and it was not a number picked at random. After all, it was the same number of years since that dreadful date of May 12th, Age 750 when the Red Ribbon Army had met its end.

But like a RR infantry member slowly marching through the humid swamp of time, Black had soldered on. He was older now, much older as the wrinkles and crow's feet on his face would testify, and with those 24 years he had been reborn. He was no longer a mere Staff Officer, a mere yes man, but a Commander, and, with just a shred of luck, the eventual King of the whole Earth.

Granted, the past 24 years had done more than just weather his face with age. After all, funding for secret organizations didn't grow overnight on trees. He had had to make compromises and promises, track down the right people who would share enough of a grudge against certain members of the Special Forces of Earth. People like that monk from the Orin temple that had somehow survived the near complete destruction of East City.

Or that short, portly fool Jaguar and his intense hatred of one Mark Satan, or the driven and bitter Alice Boxer, CEO and President of everyone's favorite Capsule Corp knock off Pod Corp. Yes, with them and others still he had had to make promises compromises with every one of them, but in a way, that had been a good thing.

For it was each of these hate filled individuals passions that had given Black the inspiration for his long-term plan. For it was each of these hate filled individuals passions that had given Black the inspiration for his long-term plan. Originally, he hadn't really thought about how he would get his revenge against Goku and his gang of friends, save for gathering the dragon balls and making himself King of the Earth of course. After all the times they had came back to life repeatedly, death did not seem a fitting fate for them.

But this idea he had thought up between Miss Boxer, Jaguar, and himself, this was something that would be SO much more satisfying than mere murder. What Black had planned for the Special Forces of Earth would do more than just mere death and destruction could ever hope to accomplish.

But that was all for the future. There were, after all, things that still needed to be done. Last minute updates to both the Android Trio and some of the cyberfied members of the organization, Agent M still had to track down the dragon balls (Seven years later and they still had just one with them, without the help of a certain handheld radar finding those damn balls was like looking for a needle in a hay stack the exact size of the earth), and of course, Black had to practice his eventually televised speech for when he became the earth's ruler.

Yes, Black thought as he turned his attention back to the row of glowing TV screens, there are still many thing to do. So good people of earth, do enjoy the bliss that you're ignorance has brought you all these years; because very soon, the end of your beloved status quo is coming and with it, my accession to the title of earth's King.

And so, deep within the snowy mountains of the north, so many hundreds of miles east of Jingle Village, the sound of one aged man's laughter reverberated throughout the rich, warm, head office of the Black Ribbon Army.

Well beautiful friends, this is it. The epilogue. The last chapter in the first part of the For Want of A Ribbon saga (assuming I manage to finish the whole trilogy that is). Hopefully it's done it's foreshadowing/not giving too much of the future plot away job well. And with that, let's get to the reviews.

Jason Kreuger Myers: Funny you should wonder what Black and co are up too, hopefully this has answered it somewhat.

Gesto: Glad you liked the Roshi joke, seemed like a classic Dragon Ball sort of thing to do. Plus I figure that 18 would be the sort of person who'd eventually take advantage of the fact that she's living on a tropical island and sun tan from time to time, having at least managed to work out a deal with Roshi where the old man can watch, but only from a number of feet away (15 or 20 or something like that).

Dracoforce7: Yea, no. Even if I did have a kid appear from the future, I'd rather go with one from canon like Pan if it's all the same to you.

amariko: Glad you liked the chapter! Anything in particular stick out to you character wise?

So, with that taken care of, what's next for the dudenator (note to self, NEVER say 'dudenator' ever again)? Well, at some point over the summer, I'll be uploading two interim short stories that are set during the one month session before the next 'big' fic. Both are heavily Marron based, so those of you wanted more Chi or Bra, will be out of luck, sorry. The best I could think of for the both of them was making my thinly veiled combo of Pretty Cure and the My Little Pony Franchise and doing something with that, but it always just kept turning into one obvious reference to my thoughts and feelings of everything related to the Brony community.

As for the next big story (working title is the Black Ribbon Saga), I'm some 30k words deep at the moment, which was about half the word count for the Tournament story not including the author notes, and still not at the big turning point... so the point I'm getting at is that it's no doubt going to be a long one, and given that I'm the type of writer who likes having the whole story finished and in the can before he starts editing and then uploading it online... Yea, expect it to be a while people.

Still, for those of you who thought that this story didn't have much in the way of stakes, I think you'll be happily surprised by the Black Ribbon Saga and what I have cooked up for that. Let me put it this way, I'm going for a very different sort of threat then the type that Majin Buu was in canon.

And with that, I bid you all, adieu.