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Another Saiya-jin caught her attention up in the sky, and realizing that she would be able to sense her life source anyways without the camouflaged magic, she dropped her will to appear normally again. Now the trouble was that the flyer was gaining on her nimble running too easily. She needed a distraction, or even better, a barricade. Gathering up her will again, dark words were uttered from her mouth that she herself did not realize she knew. A transparent imitation of herself appeared from the staff, taking its form in the sky. It was a shadowy spirit of her dark side, and hopefully could stall the Saiya-jin for a brief moment for her escape.

"Leave the elf be, you useless wench," bellowed the spirit,"She's mine now, she's under my control now. You good folks should stop meddling in my affairs." An invisible impact was aimed at the Saiya-jin by the shadow, allowing Lythia to submit to the woods.

Something sparked Soy's senses, and the woman walked up to the busted window to gaze at the city below. But her eyes were focused on a particular figure. She didn't have to even know who it was when she watched the fight that Ashuri engaged with another being.
Curious, she wanted to see what these original defenders of Earth would do in the face of danger. While at the same time she saw a fleeing form, similar to the one that was fighting the other Saiya-jin.
Well, everyone was fleeing, but that one caught her interest. Her attire was not attuned to that of this era, and neither was Soy's, but it wasn't as suttle.
Well Ashuri might need help, she thought, quickly flying up and chasing after the runner.

Itsu datte naku kurai kantan da kedo waratte itai
anata no ai ga hoshii yo

Honto no jibun no sugata ga sukoshi zutsu boyake dashite'ru
Oshiyoseru hitonami no naka kotae dasenai mama sagashite ita
Uso ya iiwake jouzu ni naru hodo munashisa ni kowaku naru yo

Itsu datte naku kurai kantan da kedo waratte itai
Tsuyogatte'tara yasashisa sae wasurechau kara sunao ni naritai
Anata no ai ga hoshii yo

Hito wa minna itsu datte hitori bocchi na ikimono
Da kara sou dare ka ga hitsuyou sasaeraretakute sasaete itakute
Tashika na mono wa nani mo nai keredo shinjite'ru kokoro ga aru

Taisetsu na mono hitotsu mitsukeraretara mamoritoosou
Takasugiru kabe butsukattara kizu o ottara mata tateba ii
Hoka ni wa nani mo nozomanai kara tatta hitotsu sore dake de ii
Anata no ai ga hoshii yo

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It's always so simple I could cry, but I want to smile.
I want your love.

My true form begins to dim little by little.
From inside the surging crowd I push aside, as long as I can't get answers I've been searching.
The better I become at telling lies and excuses, the more I feel afraid in the emptiness.

It's always so simple I could cry, but I want to smile.
If I become stronger I'll forget even your kindness, so I want to stay weak.
I want your love.

People are always solitary beings.
So I need someone. I want to be suported and I want to be supporting.
Nothing is certain, but in my heart I still believe.

If an important thing is found let's protect it to the end.
If I hit a wall that's too high and get hurt, I should stand up again.
I don't wish for anything else, just that one is enough.
I want your love.



"Trunks! How many times do I have to tell you to turn off the radio when you're..."
The man blinked as he walked into the living room. A towel was draped over his shoulders, his hair dropping slightly from the shower he had taken not long ago.
"Trunks?!" Vejita called, walking through the house and looking for the small purple haired boy.
When he arrived at the kitchen however, he found a note lying on the table.

Vejita,

I'm out shopping with your cousin.
Trunks is at Kuririn and Jinzoningan Juhachigo's.
We'll be back for supper.

Love,
Bulma

The Saiya-jin Oji smiled slightly. He had the house to himself, for once. But why was the radio on? Had his son simply forgotten to turn it off?
Vejita shook his head, taking the towel from his shoulders and continuing to dry his hair. He wouldn't think about such conincidences.
Besides, he wasn't like that.
Was he?
He shrugged off the uncomfortable feeling and quickly turned off the radio before something else got him to thinking. Instead, Vejita walked back to his and Bulma's bedroom and, after changing his boxers, put on a pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt. he deposited the towel in the hamper and went to rumage through the kitchen for something to eat.
But of course, the doorbell had to ring.
With a sigh more of frustration and annoyance than anything else, the Saiya-jin Oji went to open the door.
"Okasan?!"
Vejita was surprised to hear the voice on the other side, for he thought his future son was still out of town. Opening it, he half smiled.
"You're back early." Vejita said, motioning for Trunks to come inside.
The other smiled, "Hai, Otosan. Where is everyone?"
Vejita made his way back to the kitchen, his son following him. "Bulma's shopping with your wife. Your past self is at Kuririn's."
"Maybe I should pick him up?" Trunks asked.
Vejita just shook his head, "No, Bulma will when they're finished shopping. Why are you back so soon?"
Trunks laughed nervously, "Well it's mine and Ashuri's anniversary soon. I thought I'd surprise her with being around."
The Saiya-jin Oji shrugged, but he smirked at the same time, "You're just doing your job. She understands."
"Yeah well... I thought it'd be a nice change." but then Trunks got a fabulous idea, "Otosan, I was wondering. Which is kinda of why I'm here... Do you think we could spar? I mean, if it's not much trouble."
"Tired of sparing against Ashuri and losing?" Vejita asked, his smirk growing.
Trunks blushed, and at this his father laughed.
"Come on, I've already finished my trainning for today, but one more spar can't hurt anything."
And so, the two Saiya-jin set about battling...

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(((OOC: Song used was, "Poker Face" by Ayumi Hamasaki frong her cd, "Song For XX".)))

(((OOC: Also, as a side note, my Vejita tends to be a bit nicer. I mean, this IS in between the time of the Cell Saga and the Buu Saga, so he's had a family for a while. He just doesn't like EVERYONE to know it, so he kinda reverts back to his old self when people outside his family are around.)))

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Translations:

Okasan = Mother
Otosan = Father
Hai = Yes
Oji = Prince

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((sorry, been sick for the day))

As Ashuri aimed the kick at the shadow's face, the shadow laughed, doing nothing to avoid this attack. The saiya-jin's foot however clashed into the head, literally coming out the other end of shadow from the momentum. The shadowy spirit's form wavered slightly before resuming its usual form.

"You foolish girl, I am but a shadow of the real one. Nothing physical can hurt me."

The real Lythia, however, found that she had another chaser behind her and tried to hasten her pace. She was only permitted one clone of herself and thus could not perform the magic again to this new opponent.

"You don't have to run," the redhed called out after her, "I just want to talk to you."

The youth was frustrated. He had watched face after face without reconizing a single one. His siblings were somewhere around here, he knew it. And yet he'd been looking hours without success.

Morrigan's eyes flashed open, and she sat bolt upright in bed, gasping for breath.
Another dream like that..., she thought to herself, dropping the mental thought off at that. She sat upright in bed, yawning, stretching; what day was it? Her dark hair spilled over her bare shoulders, the young woman getting dressed. She would go and visit her brother, and help with the Temple today.
Heading out to the kitchen, she grabbed some fruit, ginger, and honey; the last two, and chocolate, were such insatiable cravings of hers. She took a long swig of milk only to spray it out in the sink; it wasn't until she was done purifying herself of the disgusting liquid that she noticed the note, scribbled in a thin, elegant hand.
"Don't bother, it's locked. Left money for shopping. Go and be a girl." Morrigan mused quietly, before cursing.
She tossed on her shoes and left the house, hoping to find a decent cafe.
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Somewhere across the city, actually, oddly more towards...why, Capsule Corp..!

A mysterious figure appeared above Vejita and Trunks, sipping a cup of tea. "My, my! I never thought I'd get to see the Saiya-jins FIGHT again.... what, with mundane, worldly jobs and everything...Ahhh..." The male yawned, sipping his tea. "How dreadfully boring, if you ask me!"
It was no other than Xarik'n, a smirk on his face....Back after who knew how long, and taking the risk of freak-surprising two Saiya-jins. He was feeling BALLSY!

Xarik'n did his best not to giggle. "My name is Xarik'n....And I can assure you, while you don't know me, I know youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" he sang, waggling a finger at them with a wink. "Yes, yes, you will be meeting some very important people I've lost track of in the future. Honestly, I can say you'll be meeting quite a few people here shortly.... Oh my, look at the time! Ta ta!"
And just when they would have asked him how he knew all that, he countered with, "Now THAT, is a secret!" and a wink. Then, he was gone.
It was already a weird morning at the dojo, but it wasn't going to stop there. Oh no. It wasn't going to stop there.

Shortly after Xarik'n disappeared, another woman zipped in, also beginning to casually watch. "Hmn. Neat. So you boys enjoy fighting much?"

It was then that the woman began to chuckle, voice low and thrilling. "Why, he knew your future selves, of course. I'm sure a time-traveler like yourself would understand how going back can change things, right? Well, one of your pasts, by this point, you would have known some people he's looking for. However, she hasn't arrived here, nor has the new, sudden "boost" (if you can call it that) for Western City's economy and jobmarkets... Actually, if I recall correctly, whenever he used to travel between this future and the past, I believe he called you friends. While he's off searching the past, I get to have fun babysitting you in his place. Splendid, eh?" She stretched; petite as she was, she was volumptuous, suggesting muscle and perhaps physical prowess. "So, what are you waiting for? Get to fighting. I'll give you pointers?" She offered a friendly smile.
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Morrigan had finally settled into a cafe in a mall, infamous for it's icecream, custards, and desserts. Whenever she wasn't a health-food addict, she was found here, which, as of the past 6 months, was hardly ever. She browsed over the menu, ordering a thick, rich, Mexican hot chocolate and tiramisu; how often did she get to savor this? She was just about to take a bite when disaster struck!