One out, One in

Sweat drenched Vegeta's face. His left arm was wrapped behind his back, with all of his weight being supported by his right index finger. As he began yet another one fingered push-up he sensed an attack coming his way. Pushing off with his finger, he flipped to his left and landed expertly. As he resumed his push-ups Raditz chuckled.

"It's nice to see your training is paying off."

Vegeta grunted as he stood. "It's not enough." He caught the towel that had been thrown at him and began wiping his face. "I will not be saved again. I am the Prince of all Saiyans and I deserve to be the strongest."

Raditz ran his fingers through his hair. It was something he did frequently since having lost most of it. "I'm all for getting stronger, but we don't need to rush it. You're at my level already."

"But Kakarot is still stronger."

Raditz nodded his agreement. "You have a point. We should catch up to him soon though. I'm just saying that we shouldn't burn ourselves out. A tired fighter is no use to anyone."

Vegeta threw the towel back at Raditz and turned toward the house. "I'm going to eat."

Raditz hung the towel around his neck and followed.


Yamcha stood on Kyr's lawn. Ever since Eckum had left the planet, he had been babysitting Laura while Kyr was working. Upon his arrival this morning he had discovered a most disturbing scene. Laura could be heard crying from the back of the house and Kyr was lying on the kitchen floor, ceramic pieces scattered around her. He had tried everything he could think of to snap her out of her reverie, but to no avail.

Eventually he had no choice but to contact the others in hopes that they could help. Now he stood on the front lawn waiting. Trunks sat quietly pouting at his feet. Laura would not stop crying and refused to let him hold her. It wasn't surprising considering the psychic powers that existed in every Terranian from birth.

"What's going on?" Orion asked as he landed. Yamcha's eyes were filled with concern. "Your message sounded urgent."

Trunks began sniffling at Yamcha's feet. "It's Kyr. I don't know what's wrong with her." Yamcha bent down and picked up his son. "It's almost like she's lost function of her brain or something."

Orion shook his head as he walked toward the door. "I asked her if her abilities were dangerous..."

He pushed the door open gently and made his way through the house, inspecting the rooms for clues as to the events that had caused this mess. Yamcha hadn't followed, making Orion wonder why the baby was still in the house. The crying was almost too much to bear. A deep sorrow could be felt from the young Terranian, as if she knew the exact cause of her mother's condition.

As he entered the kitchen a wave of despair hit him. The feeling was so intense he stumbled backward. This wasn't coming from Laura; it was emanating from the woman lying on the floor in front of him. He knelt down and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Kyr?"

Suddenly his head whipped forward and smacked into the counter, knocking him unconscious. As he awoke his head felt like it was in a vice. He glanced over at Kyr and noticed a piece of paper taped to her shirt. He picked it up and read the words scribbled in a familiar handwriting.

- I took over after your accident. She's whispering the name Eckum. I can feel the loss of the third weapon. I believe her love has died. I don't understand how, but it would explain her condition. A being with that kind of psychic abitlity would feel the loss of someone she cared about very intensely. She will eventually regain her composure, though how long I can not say. Just be there for her until then. -

Orion stood from his kneeling position and walked outside. "Yamcha, it looks like we're going to be here for a while. It seems Eckum has died and she's felt it."

"How do you know?"

"Danielle can feel that the third weapon is gone. That means either Eckum or the other half is dead. And since Kyr is so affected we assume it's Eckum."

Yamcha stared in disbelief. "What could kill a guy that powerful?"

"I don't know." Orion said somberly. "But it makes me worry about Demas."


Gohan stood next to the hospital bed. Chi-Chi proudly held her newest son in her arms. "Wow Dad; he looks like you, only smaller."

Goku beamed happiness. "Gee, ya think so?" He looked at Chi-Chi, whose smile was a little sad looking. "What's wrong Chi-Chi?"

She shook her head. "I just realized that he's going to end up a fighter like you two." She sighed. "I guess I'll have to live with it."

Gohan chuckled. "Don't worry mom, I'll tutor him while we're training. What's his name anyway?"

"Well I thought we'd stick with the family tradition of starting his name with Go. How about Goten?"

Goku smiled. "I like it, but what does he think?"

Gohan stuck his finger in his little brother's hand. "How about it? Is your name Goten?" The baby squeezed his finger tight. "Oh yeah, I think he likes it."


On a distant planet far from Earth a man robed in dirty clothes walked across a dying planet. In his hand he held a small white stone box. Runes covered it, though they no longer glowed. Demas gripped the box tighter as he felt a rumbling under his feet. The volcano was near.

It was a good thing too. The box was slowly killing him as it drained away what little energy he had left. But it was worth it if he could ensure that no one ever lost their life to the thing again. He would throw it into the volcano. Even though it would probably be unharmed, it would be encased in obsidian once the magma hit the cold air of space.

Because the planet would collapse. And when it did, the nightmare would be over. No one would stumble upon the Cube of Netis again. He would make sure of it...