Authors Notes

Time break/scene change.

Dramatic pose with waves crashing below

Peace is never truly fulfilled. The world is constantly thrown into chaos and anarchy, and never is world peace truly achieved within the entire planet. Peace never lasts long, especially not in the eyes of a group of people, whom trouble always seems to follow along their heals…

But for today, things were rather peaceful, especially at the Masaki household. Sasami was cleaning up breakfast, clearing the table and beginning on the daily housework. The sun was shining in on this peaceful day, and all seemed typical at the house…even the backyard exploding. By now, the family had gotten used to such things, especially with surprise-visits from Mihoshi and the Jurain Royalty. Especially considering the fact that two Saiya-jins resided there, their thirst for battling and gaining strength never quenching. Today was such a case with those two…

Ryoko was hovering over the smoldering creator which her 'aunt,' so to speak, had created by a back-firing chi blast. She was currently laughing her head off, pointing her finger down at her. Like many of the residents there, Ryoko looked quite a bit different then before. Although dressed similarly to how she did before- loose fitting, slightly odd looking and revealing outfits concerning mainly of red, with other dark colors. However, her hair had gotten quite longer- down to her waist- although her bangs and the pieces of hair hanging over her ears remained the same length. Now, instead of wearing only one gem earring, she appeared to have three on one ear.

Meanwhile, the woman- Watzu, Washuu's twin sister- was still standing in the crater, staring up at the laughing Ryoko with a rather perturbed, and yet confused, expression upon her face. Unlike Ryoko, Watzu's hair had gotten considerably shorter during the past years, now falling down to her shoulders- still up in it's trade-mark ponytail. Her loose treads of pink hair fell over her shoulders and into her eyes, and were, like the rest of her, covered with shoot and dust. She was now dressed in more common earth clothing, although her green-and-black arm warmers remained. Wearing a baggy T-shirt with flame along the sleeves, and a very low-cut neck, she had on a mesh shirt under it. It was impossible to tell the color of her shirt- or her jeans- because of the amount of dust covering her.

While the two were at their antics, apparently Masaki Tenchi would have none of this. Storming out of the house, he glared at Watzu, then at Ryoko. Those harsh glares from under his long black bangs caused Ryoko to shut up, as she hovered to the ground and landed at the edge of the crater. Watzu walked up it slowly and dusted herself off, looking towards the Jurain Prince. He, too, had changed- his bangs were longer and so was the rest of his hair, sticking up only slightly before being pulled into a loose pony-tail at the base of his neck, falling down to his waist. Glaring at the two, he put his hands on his hips in a threatening manor.

"I thought I told you two to SPAR AT THE SHRINE!" He fumed, pointing up the hill towards the shrine. Continue to dust herself off, Watzu coughed and shook her head, shaking the dust and dirt from her hair. She really needed a bath…

"Katsuhito kicked us out for sparring there!" She yelled back, glaring and trying to fix her charred hair, "Damn chi…" She muttered under her breath, whipping some of the singe from her clothing, "This is going to take FOREVER to wash off." Ryoko snickered slightly at the much taller woman, shaking her head and looking back to Tenchi.

"Oh come on, Tenchi!" She whined pleadingly, "You know what feather-head said," She then spoke with a doofy accent, "'Saiya-jins cannot resist the urge to get stronger and continue battling fierce opponents!'" Tenchi let out an exasperated sigh, obviously not having any of this.

"I'm getting sick of you two destroying everything!" The two women whined collectively, "Why can't you two just settle down and live normally? Do you have any IDEA what all of this costs?" Another collective whine came from both at once. As if on cue, Washuu, the mad scientist, appeared hovering upside-down behind Tenchi.

"Now now, Tenchi!" she said, the black-haired boy jumping about a foot up into the air, "You know very well that the Saiya-jin within them makes them impulsively want to fight something!" Ryoko stared at her mother with silted eyes, "What did I tell you?" She muttered to Watzu, the other woman nodding her head and folding her arms. The pink-haired genius flipped over and onto her feet, chucking slightly and shaking her head. "Of course, if you want, I can construct a dome of sorts for these two delinquents. That way, no damage will be done to the shrine or the house!…Unless Lady Mihoshi crashes into the pond again." Suddenly, both of the half-breed's eyes lit up like a child's eyes at Christmas, hearing that they could spar without getting yelled at. Although yelling really didn't effect Watzu- Ryoko still felt hurt whenever she upset Tenchi…perhaps her feelings for him never faded…

"Could you do it…SOON?" Tenchi pressed, glancing at Ryoko and Watzu out of the corner of his eye, "I can't stand to see more repair costs because of them… I'm not made of money." Washuu chuckled.

"Mmmaayybee…" She snickered, grabbing him by his pony-tail and began to drag him inside. Tenchi got somewhat of a goofy grin and sweatdroped, knowing what she was planning, though he didn't mind…She stopped briefly, turning back to the two staring at them, "Oh yeah…Watzuie, didn't some of your old friends ask you to go over to that pervert's house today?" With that said, Washuu continued her march inside.

"…Ack!" Watzu gasped, dusting more singe off of her, "I'm going to be late!" She wailed, taking off and shooting into the sky. Ryoko sweatdroped.

"Jeez," The ex-space pirate scratched her head, "All that hurry, she forgot that black cabbit spawn."

Another peaceful day was beginning in another area, the sun shining as well upon the strange, small pink house. Sitting outside were the familiar figures of Muton Roshi, reading a dirty magazine, hoping to get some 'reading' done before Bulma appeared. Looming over his shoulder was Kuririn, also getting a peek at some 'goods' before the women appeared. Both of them knew very well how Bulma would react- though because neither of them knew that strange pirate girl well, they weren't sure how SHE would react. With that aside, the two reached a rather…lustful pull out in the magazine, the sound of a hovercraft came from over-head. Quickly, Muton Roshi folded the magazine up and stuffed it under his lawn chair, hopping out of it, mumbling something about the good view being ruined. As the hovercraft landed on the island, the blue-haired Bulma hopped out. And, like pretty much everyone else, she too had changed. In fact, her hair was cut SO short, it looked almost like a guys! What a change for her. She grinned and waved to the two.

"Hey" She grinned more, hitting the button on the side of the craft and returning it to it's capsule state.

"Hey Bulma!" Kuririn added with enthusiasm, waving like a crazed maniac at her. He was always trying to get her attention and show off to her…Roshi also waved and trotted over to her, reaching out towards her.

"Hey Bulma…eh hehe…" He slid closer, "Why don't you let me jus-" Before he could even finish is sentence, Bulma produced a huge mallet and whacked him upside the head, sending him into the side of the house. She twitched, tossing the mallet over her shoulder and dusting her hands off. Well, at least her PERSONALITY hadn't changed! Roshi sat up and rubbed the huge bump now existing on his head. Kuririn sweatdroped, good ol' Bulma. He decided not to press the topic of how perverted Roshi still was, and quickly changed it to something preferably more lighter.

"Err, heh…" He scratched his bald head, "Do you know where Yamcha is-" Before he could finish, Bulma screamed loudly, cutting him off. The monk sweatdroped and blinked his eyes a few times.

"YAMCHA!" The blue-haired woman fumed, clenching her fists and twitching madly, "That bastard left me high and dry to go play BASEBALL! Growl! I don't need HIM anyway!" Kuririn regretted asking about him, coughed loudly and changed the subject from Yamcha to the other members whom were missing.

"Erm…What about Gokou and Watzu? Didn't they both say the could come?" He asked, inching away from Bulma incase she snapped yet again.

"Knowing Gokou, he'll show up eventually!" Roshi said, crossing his arms and nodding, "He's more reliable then that girl, considering she vanished after that first Tenka-ichi Budokai. I'm not sure HOW she found out about this, though, or if she'll at all."

"Shesh," Bulma muttered, crossing her arms, "She still needs to explain to us that weird rabbit-cat-crystal-thing to us…And why did she just up and leave? She didn't even meet us afterwards!" She sighed, seeing the black cabbit transforming into a huge, black crystal-like ship thing in her mind.

As if on cue, Watzu's green aura could be seen streaking through the sky, plopping down before the group on the grass. "Ack! I'm sorry I'm late!" She wailed, flopping down onto the lawn. She rolled over onto her back and stared up at the three faces looking down at her, "Damn, I forgot how far it is from Okayama to here!" She pushed herself up and dusted herself off, "I'm surprised you actually made it…" Bulma muttered. Watzu twitched, "And that's suppose to mean?" The pink-haired woman stood up, towering over the blue-haired woman. Bulma glared back at Watzu.

"Err…Hello?" Kuririn said, trying to get Watzu from pounding Bulma into the ground. The towering woman looked over to him, blinked, and placed her hand on his head, measuring. A strange look crossed her face, as she moved her hand down to where he was the last time she saw him.

"…Why haven't you grown any?" She asked, peering down at him that strange look. "Honestly, I haven't a clue…" Kuririn responded, sighing unhappily. Watzu laughed full-heatedly, squatting down and whapping the monk on the back. Which then sent him through the side of the house. "Whoops…Sorry 'bout that, Baldy!" She laughed, scratching the back of her head.

"Say…" She inquired, looking at Roshi then and Bulma, "Where's Gokou and that bandit with the weird hair?" Bulma twitched heavily at the mention of Yamcha again, "…Did I do something wrong?" Watzu whispered to Roshi before Bulma could explode suddenly, "Just back away…" He muttered.

"ARRGH! THAT NO GOOD BASTARD!" She screamed, throwing her arms up into the air, "I DON'T NEED MEN!" Watzu sweatdroped

"The world must be ending…Bulma doesn't want a man." Once that escaped her mouth, Watzu then suffered the same fate as Roshi, being smacked with a mallet on her head, she didn't move very far though. A large bump appeared on her head as she narrowed her eyes, "…Gee, thanks…" The Washuu clone muttered, trying to keep her cool. She coughed, "What about Gokou, then?" She blinked, and looked up.

"I can sense his chi," Kuririn said, looking up as well, "He should be here soon." Again, as if on cue, the Kin-tou'on was seen coming up in the distance. Watzu grinned as it neared them, and Gokou jumped off onto the island…it would be good to see him again, after all of these years.

"Hey everyone!" Gokou exclaimed in his usual cheerful tone, holding a small boy in his arms. Watzu didn't even notice the kid, but gawked at the taller man. She held her hand up to where his height was, and measured it up to her…he was up to her nose now.

"Holy shit, you grew a lot!" She exclaimed, Gokou laughing at this comment Well, I guess it's because he's a full breed Saiya-jin. She thought, Gokou putting the child down and giving Watzu a hardy hug. Damn, he's gotten strong, She coughed a little and grinned some to herself.

"It's been ages!" He said happily, releasing her and picking up the boy again, who was looking quite nervous and shy. Was a cute little boy he was, dressed in traditional Japanese garb and a little Dragonball on his head. Only then did everyone notice the boy in his arms.

"Err, are you BABYSITTING, Gokou?" Kuririn asked with some sarcasem, blinking some and gaining a sweatdrop. Gokou laughed some, and patted the boy on the head.

"He's my Son!" He said with great pride, beaming greatly. Everyone face vaulted, Watzu just standing there with an odd expression on her face. Bulma, Roshi and Kuririn rose to their feet again and gawked at the two.

"Y…Y…your SON?" Everyone said almost in unison, Gokou grinning with great pride about his little boy.

"His name is Gohan, after my Grandfather." He placed the boy down onto the grass. But his grandfa-…Watzu began to think, then remembered, Ah right…he doesn't remember being a Saiya-jin. Who the hell did he have his kid with? The little boy bowed.

"Pleasure to meet you all." He said, the others bowing as well. "What a polite personality…"Bulma said, scratching her head.

"Yeah, Chichi's been raising him…" Gokou muttered, "Gohan, these are my friends!" He said with a grin, "Kuririn," He gestured to each of the people there when he introduced them, "Muton Roshi, Bulma, and Watzu." Gohan, in turn, bowed to each of them as they were introduced. Muton Roshi, Bulma and Kuririn bowed respectively, Watzu waving a little awkwardly. Noticing the old turtle, Gohan's face lit up, and waddled over to him, and began to have a pleasant conversation with the turtle. Gokou gave each of the other member's big ol' hugs then turned to Watzu.

"Watzu, you vanished for years! You didn't even say goodbye, what happened?" He asked, Watzu sighed and scratched her head.

"Well, after that first Tenka-ichi Budokai, I meet up with this girl who's my twin sister. She just came out of no-where, and practically killed me with this hug around my neck. Strange thing is I don't remember her at all…"She explained, "So, I went over to stay with her…and meet some really interesting people. I kept training and stuff…she got married to this really nice guy, he lets me stay there." She grinned alittle…of course, she failed to mention that the man Washuu married was the crown prince of an alien nation, "And they have four kids…sheesh. His grandfather has really taught me a lot too. I think you guys should meet him sometime."

"So THAT'S why we didn't hear from you for years!" Bulma grinned, "You could've at least called…but… how did you know we were coming here?" Watzu sighed and tapped her head,

"I'm psychic, remember? I wanted to check in on you guys, I do sometimes…and found out about this thing," The group then did an 'Ohhh yeahhh' thing.

"What's you're sister like?" Kuririn asked, imagining another huge woman like Watzu walking the earth, with spikey pink hair and a flat chest.

"She's tiny. Like, under five feet." The group fell over, "But she's flamboyant and makes up with her shortness with her eccentricness. Plus, she's a frickin' genius. That girl confuses me so much sometimes…" Bulma gasped, her eye twitching.

"WHAT?" She shrieked, "I'M THE ONLY GENIUS AROUND HERE!" She yelled, the group putting their hands over their ears. "You don't have to get so worked up, Bulma…" Gokou asked, rubbing his ears. Suddenly, he and Kuririn and Watzu turned their heads towards where Watzu had come from, sensing some chi coming from that area.

"Who's that…?" Kuririn asked, quirking an eyebrow. Watzu sweatdroped.

"Ryoko…what the hell does she want?" She muttered, sighing. "Ryoko?" Kuririn asked, Watzu shaking her head, "Err…she's one of my nieces…" Watzu replied, feeling the chi coming closer. Just as she would've come into sight, the face of everyone's favorite Space Pirate appeared on the grass.

"EEEYAAHH!" Watzu screamed, clinging to the porch-beam, then growling at Ryoko, "I TOLD you not to do that! You know that kind of shit is FREAKY!"

"Err…?" Bulma muttered, "How'd she appear?" Ryoko snorted, Watzu quickly unlatching herself from the pole and coughing loudly. The space pirate tossed a black cabbit at Watzu- Sojna-Ohki- who caught her and petted her head.

"Meya -"

"You forgot your cabbit," Ryoko muttered, looking around, and spotted Gokou, "…Is THIS the guy you keep raving about? It's hard not to miss that hair!" Watzu eeped and zoomed over clamping her hands over the space-pirates mouth.

"W…wa…what're you saying?" She hissed, Ryoko promptly biting down on her hand, "OW!"

"…Is this, eh heh…a FRIEND of yours…?" Roshi said with lust in his voice, his eyes glancing at Ryoko's figure under his shades, creeping closer to her. Ryoko twitched at the lecherous man's approach, summoning her beam sword in her palm, causing the group to panic, "Suck it, old man!" She hissed, tossing it forward and driving it into his skull, the beam disappearing.

"ACK! Muton Roshi!" Kuririn eeped, rushing over to his master. Surprisingly, or not, Roshi sat up and rubbed his bleeding forehead, "Ow…" Ryoko dusted her hands off,

"That'll teach yo..u…?" She stared, "…How the HELL? I drove that sword right into your BRAIN, old man!" Sonja hopped from Watzu's hands and landed on Ryoko's shoulder, meyaing. "…Oh right, forgot about that. Watzu, I came to also tell 'ya that Sasami had a 'nother of those dreams."

"…Again?" the other pirate sighed, the group still confused about Ryoko and now this Sasami person. "Yeah, but this time in concerns you…or should I say, YOU" Ryoko pointed to Gokou, "She said some guy with roster hair was in it. From the description she gave and the one you gave, 'figures it's you. And since it IS you, you better watch your back, buster."

"Some sort of psychic dream?" Bulma tilted her head, and glanced at Gokou, "…Now that its mentioned, your hair DOES look like a roster, Gokou." Gokou then reached up to his head and stroked the pieces of his hair sticking out ad odd ends.

"It does?" He blinked, lowering his hands, "I don't think it does…" Watzu twitched and clenched her fists, glaring at her old friends,

"Guys, This Sasami's dreams aren't suppose to be taken LIGHTLY!" She yelled, a vein popping on her head, "She sees the future! And it's never a good sign!" The group looked skeptical…yeah, sure, right. Kuririn, however, seemed to be believing this.

"B-But…what happened? What's it about? Oh no, what if it's bad?" He whined, not getting any attention from the others.

"AHEM!" Ryoko continued, glaring at them, "She said the roster guy was attacked by someone like him. Sas said that the two didn't necessarily look alike…but, she could feel they were the SAME. Which means…" She pointed to Gokou, "They're the same race."

"Huh?" Gokou blinked, "Race? You mean human? There's a lot of humans on this planet, you know!" Ryoko quirked an eyebrow and was about to bark something at him, Watzu sighing and grasping Ryoko's large ears, "He doesn't know he's a Saiya-jin…" she whispered, Ryoko rolling her golden eyes, "Whatever…"

"Was that all?" Bulma asked, suddenly getting suspicious of Watzu and Gokou, "So someone who was same as Gokou was in some dream, big deal!" Of course, she, Roshi and Kuririn all knew those two weren't 'normal.' What human being turned into a giant monkey during the full moon? Watzu twitched some, not feeling inclined to tell them yet. Of course, she wanted to HURT Bulma, for underestimating the truth behind Sasami's dreams. Ryoko coughed to gain everyone's attention back to her.

"Well, Roster 'ere was covered in blood, and was gasping for breath. Like, holding his chest as a pool of blood formed under him. Apparently that other person like him was…responsible for that attack, although he was pretty much up a shit creek without a paddle. Like Roster. Then, the two disappeared into the blood pool and some evil laughter occurred or something," Ryoko said with bluntness, the others suddenly looking sheepish, "By then she had woken up."

"Eep, what a gruesome dream…I wonder what it means…" Bulma looked pale, Kuririn nodded. Gohan, thankfully, didn't really understand what was said, but decided it was better not to know. However, he could sense the tension between the group, scurrying over to his father and gripping his leg. Clasping her hands together, Ryoko suddenly grinned and took off of the ground,

"Well, that's it, its about time for a Bath!" She exclaimed, disappearing from view. As Ryoko disappeared, her chi flying off. Once her chi was too far-gone to be noticed, suddenly the group felt another chi source coming at them…from a different direction. Suddenly, Watzu looked like she was choking, her eyes going wide, a shocked and angry expression crossing her face. Slowly her fists clenched, her skin quickly loosing it's color.

"…That Chi…" Kuririn said with darkness in his tone, lowering his head as his eyes narrowed. Gokou nodded, standing in front of Bulma and Gohan protectively "Its enormous…and evil…" The bald monk muttered with the same darkness.

"It can't be Piccolo…" Gokou muttered, "It's…way to big!" With that said, he looked over to Watzu. Her fists were clenched so tightly her knuckles were turning white, her eyes still wide and her pupils dilated. Her entire body was shaking very badly, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. Her tail was beginning to poof out.

"Damnit! Damnit, damnit, damnit!" She hissed under her breath, her eyes narrowing into a glare, "There is no fucking way he can be ALIVE!" Bulma looked over at her as well, blinking her eyes.

"…What? Who're you talking about?" She asked, Watzu only shaking more, her Chi rising…she was not happy.

"After all of these years…They finally come to get him!" She yelled with fierceness, looking up to the sky. Her eyes narrowed even more as she slowly pointed to the fast approaching figure, "…Him…" The group looked up over in the direction, and before they knew it, he had landed before him. The man was tall, perhaps about as tall as Gokou, and a mean expression on his face. Slowly, he crossed his arms over his black-and-brown armoire, his black, spiky hair blowing in the wind. The wind slowly stopped, the man staring out with his black eyes through some sort of green Chi detector of sorts. Slowly, he smirked at the group.

"Well well," He said in a snide, smug tone, "It seems not only is Kakarotto here, but the little half-breed Wakkorette is here as well! This could prove…beneficial…" Watzu growled under her breath, her nails digging into the skin on her palms. Blood began to run down from the inside of her fists, dripping out and falling to the ground.

"…Raditzu…" Watzu hissed darkly, Everyone looking at her for answers...