Dragon Ball Z fanfict

"Stupid computer, " she mumbled to herself.
She was currently trying to get ahold of the leaders of the planet Dirk, and at the same time trying to contact the leaders of planet Snirk, and the computer was not responding. Of course, Ozma knew that it would over load it circuits, trying to contact two planets at once, but it was always easier to curse the computer then herself. She had even built the darn thing. But it was the computer's fault for the malfunction, just the same.
 She looked up at the clock on the wall. 7:55. 5 minutes until opening time. Plenty of time to settle the dispute.

  "Work!" she screamed, hitting the computer on the side with the broad side of her hand. The screen blinked, and then 2words popped up "CONNECTION COMPLETE."
"I love you!" She yelled at it.

The screen flickered, and there were the two leaders. Dirks were short, fat, pink people while Snirks were tall, thin, yellow people with one eye. Dirks looked to her exactly like a squashed tomato with beady black eyes. Once they saw each other on their screens, they immediately began cursing obscenities to each other.
  "Maybe I should have told them that there was going to be more then 2 people to this meeting.. Oh well," she thought to herself.
  "Gentlemen," she announced.
Both of them stopped yelling at each other and looked back at her, a bit more then annoyed.
  "Could you please stop bickering with each other and tell me what the problem is?" she asked, sounding more like a mother then anything else.
  "The problem is that that tall idiot kidnapped my daughter!"
  "Me? Now listen hear you fat snob, you are the one who kidnapped my son, and I swear if you don't give him back."
  "Poppycock! I had nothing to do with that!"
  "Bullfeathers you didn't.."
 They both faded into the background as Ozma realized what was going on. Why are the fathers always the last ones to know? She had heard it though the grapevine, but now she knew that is was true. How, she couldn't imagine, but it was true.
  "Gentlemen," she said again.
 They paid her no bother, and now the argument was intense, they were both screaming for war.
  "Gentlemen."
 Still no answer.
  "GENTLEMEN!"
 They stopped abruptly, staring at her with their mouths open.
  "Look, I know you think that the other one of you is the culprit, but the real bandit here are your children. They probably both stole out in the middle of the night to meet each other, and they will be back soon. When they come back, ask them if they had seen someone. Most likely, the girl will feel guilty and answer yes. The boy will be arrogant and answer no. It doesn't matter. When you find out, do NOT get mad," she said, glaring at the both of them," instead be fake being happy and sponsor the wedding, and such stuff like that. The sooner you do it, the better."
 Now the Dirk had fainted and the Snirk was flabbergasted.
  "Good day to you both, and contact me when the wedding is, I would like to attend. President of the Ozan Ring, over and out."
 The screen went blank and she sighed. 7:59. She just barely made it.
Ozma's current location was on the planet Humgrrt. Startlingly, all the beings looked human except for one thing: they had no feet. How they kept their balance is a mystery, but no one really cared.
 Just when she had begun to relax, she heard screaming. Sounded like and old lady. Screaming, and the sound of doors being opened quickly and shut quickly.
"Great it's only," she glanced up at the clock "8:00 and we're already scaring our customers away."
  She opened her grand doors and looked around. All of the people were staring out the door.
  "What happened?" she asked.
 One of the operators next to her, one of the newer ones, stepped out. She suddenly understood why the old lady had screamed, and quickly averted her eyes.
He started stammering at her, with his eyes on the floor, "I was uh. just talking to her and she-"
 She didn't give him a chance to finish his sentence.
  "Do you know what policy thirteen is?"
  "Um..well."
  "Somebody please tell him."
A voice came out of nowhere "Always have on appropriate clothing."
  "Oh.well..I"
  "Good. Now that you know this policy, please act accordingly. As for the rest of you, get back to work!"
  She walked back to her office, and had one last glance at him before she went in. He was still standing there. Obviously, he had not understood.
   "And for God Sakes, put on some pants!"
  She could hear snickering as she closed the door.
 "I sincerely don't want to know what that was about."
  Ozma looked up at the source of the voice, and found her best friend, Twits, gaping at her.
  "Oh, it's just the new guy, who didn't understand the rules yet."
  "Doesn't he normally wear pants?"
 Ozma stared at her friend. Twits was a Griffin, with jet-black feathers. But unlike most Griffins, she had two extra hands, also covered in feathers. The only part of her that wasn't black, were the tips of her wings which were white. Twits had insisted that the look "was in." Ozma had just sighed and rolled her eyes and said that she still had looked stupid.
  "He's a shapeshifter."
  "Oh," said Twits, her face twisting in disgust.
 Twits was a changeling, which is very different then a shapeshifter. A shapeshifter was like a huge mold of clay that formed into anything. A changeling changed their appearance by using their muscles to shrink, expand, and everything else. Ozma didn't understand why twits like being a griffin, but she did, and Ozma never questioned it.

 Ozma herself preferred being human. After all, this was her born form to begin with. Long white hair to her ankles, which she braided so it wasn't in the way. She was tall, with tan skin, and had delicate features, but with muscle on them. Her features were almost that of an elf, tall and noble. Her eyes were now a soft gray, but the changed with her mood. She had to cover her real eye color and pupil shape, or someone who believed in the prophecy would either try to kill her or bow down to her. She had one black streak in her stark white hair. Normally she would wear her purple robe, with gold trimmings. She rather like the robe, it allowed her to move freely and still looked like she was fashionable. She wore boots, the heavy kind for Hmgrrt's light gravity.

 She didn't like jewelry that much, to her they were like collars that identified her easily. In spite of this, she wore one necklace. Although you couldn't exactly say it was jewelry, she wore a bone on her golden rope belt. She liked the weight of it when she walked and it banged against her hip. Ozma stared down at it to make sure that it was still there, and she patted it reassuringly.
 "Why you keep that revolting thing, I'll never know," Twits said in distaste.
Ozma picked up her things; ready to go wherever she was needed next. She was just here to make sure that this new office on Hmgrrt opened correctly, as this was a powerful planet in the ring. She hoped the pants thing wouldn't downgrade her any. Then again, they were probably grateful to even be in the ring. Most planets were like that, grateful to your face and laughing at your back. Oh well. They knew what happened when they got caught laughing at Ozma. She was practically controller of the universe, and expanding all the time. The ring's motto was, "Majority rules, and we seek peace who are not pleased with the majority."
The slang of it was "Everyone else get what they want, if you don't like, come to us and we'll either boot you or put you somewhere else."
 "Well?" asked Twits impatiently.
 "What?" said Ozma, snapped out of her thoughts.
Twits sighed and rolled her eyes at her muttering something about not listening.
 "That bone," she began," is so disgusting and pointless I don't know why you keep it around. Is it like a macho thing?"
Ozma laughed at her friend as she picked up the bone; ready to go though the same argument they've gone over at least a thousand times.
"Look," said Ozma exasperatingly, "we've been over this before. I have been in so many fights, battles, clashes, scrambles, wars, bar brawls poker disagreements and laser conflicts that I had for sure thought I had broken every bone in my body. Then one day as I was counting them, I realized there had been one single one that had never been broken.  The tiny little bone in right big toe. Now since I didn't want to have to protect that bone, I had surgery done and had removed to be put in here," Ozma picked up the case the bone was in, "so it would never be broken. This is-"she paused holding it up" my lucky bone. Everyone else has a horseshoe, a clover, charms or even a coin, but I have my bone."
 "Hasn't done you any good so far."
 Ozma glared at Twits. Her bone was her bone, and Twits was just going to have to put up with it. While Ozma was glaring at her, she realized something. How exactly did Twits get in her office without Ozma being notified? She couldn't have done it, unless.."
"Did you dimension travel here? Into my office?"
 Twits lost her high and mighty look to one of shame. Twits knew she wasn't supposed to dimension travel on Hmgrrt.
  "Yeah."
 Ozma sighed a frustrated sigh, and put her things back down waiting to hear a good explanation.
  "You know Twits, we could have lost this planet if you had ended up somewhere in public. You probably endangered this whole planet, and then we would have had a real mess on our hands. You know that this energy field around this planet is unstable for dimension travel. Who knows what might have happened? You could have been killed."
 Twits immediately changed her look to one of annoyance and stated: "I hate space travel."
 Ozma sighed a frustrated sigh and sat back down on her desk. No matter how hard she tried, she could never make Twits admit the she did something bad. She could admit to being wrong, ad long as it was good. Ozma on the other hand, never admitted to being wrong for any reason at all. Ozma looked at Twits, and saw the newspaper.
  "What's the paper for?" Ozma said.
  "That the other reason why I did that. I have good news, and I wanted to get here quick."
 Ozma raised an eyebrow at Twits, a signal the she was interested and wanted her to continue.
  "Take a look-see," Twits said, tossing Ozma the paper.
 Ozma looked at the headline: "OZAN STOCK UP 15 %, RING GAINS 369 MILLION DOLLORS."
 Ozma looked at the headline, and then back at Twits. Twits had the biggest goofy looking griffin grin she had ever seen. Upon seeing that, and looking at the paper for the second time, Ozma soon had a big goofy grim on her face too. Not only that, she threw the paper, and jumped up in the air yelling praise to everything good.
  "I can't believe it! Twits this is fantastic! We gotta do something really fun now, let's see.."
Ozma began to name off everything they could do, go to the planet Calypso, or Teiiyut, Gunk, oh maybe the planet of Golf, although that planet had the hardest golf courses known at the highest prices known. Twits furrowed her brow at what to do. This was the happiest she had seen Ozma in months. A vacation would do her good. How could Twits possibly tell her that she couldn't celebrate? How quickly could Twits get away before Ozma blew off her head in a rage. She hoped she could run faster then Ozma. In fact, she was praying.
 "Ozma listen we can't do this because something has come up."
 "And then we could try that weird new space ship that gives you a massage while you are.."
Ozma suddenly realized what Twits had just said, and was assuming that she was joking. She had better be joking.
" What do you mean something has come up Twits?" She said in a low tone.
"It's been a problem for a couple of centuries, and it has just now been brought to my attention. The planet Namek suffered a terrible storm that killed their main source of vegetation, the Rosa Blossom tree. Now the land is devastated."
 "That's horrible! Are they starving or anything?"
 "Now c'mon Ozma, you know that Nameks only drink water. But they have 3 suns that practically broil them all day. Without the trees, they have no shelter from those suns. To top it all off, only one native survived. As of now, we don't know if any more have been born or if the race is extinct, or anything at all. If they are extinct, you are the only person who can bring them back, " Twits said, preparing for the blow which to come.
But Ozma didn't strike out. She sat down on her desk putting her finger to chin. It reminded Twits of the thinker. Expect he is a she in this case.
 "So you are telling me that these people are hot, almost extinct, and they don't eat anything. And if the race is completely gone, I have to bring them back because that was in the contract when they signed to be a part of the Ozan Ring. And if there are a couple of them around, I have to grow all of there trees back so they want be hot.  Help them live long and prosper, right?"
The Griffin just solemnly nodded her head.
 "I hate being immortal. I feel like a frilly genie, granting wishes to anybody needing help."
Twits raised her feathered eyebrow. "Frilly?"
 "It was the first word that popped into my head," Ozma said.
 "Ah."
Ozma sat there in an uncomfortable silence, thinking about what she should do. She just got bundles of money, it's the weekend, she needs to help a dying race, and a pedicure was defiantly in order. Without much thinking, she decided that she would go to her house and build herself a space ship during the weekend, and then she would be off to Namek. Then she would spend the money on a careless shopping spree, including a very well done pedicure. After all, you need to treat yourself after you save a world.
"Massage would be nice too, " she thought aloud.
 "What?" Twits asked.
 "Hmm? Oh nothing. This is the plan, you do what you normally do, being the v.p. and everything, I think I can handle this Namek all by my lonesome. As for right now, it's the weekend and we gotta go build my ship. And get something, to eat, all this thinking is making me hungry."
 "Think too hard again? " Twits smirked.
 "Shutup."
 

"Well there she blows, " Ozma said.
Aahz looked at the 'two day wonder' as Ozma called it. They had worked on it all weekend, and it was still the most pathetic bucket of bolts Aahz had ever seen. It was round in shape, and had bits of wires sticking out all over. But it had all the modern convinces Ozma needed, as well as the ones she said she needed.
 "I still say if you get rid of the cappuccino machine, you could go a lot faster," he stated.
 "Are you completely insane?!? Me? Without my vanilla cappuccino? I should just kick you one the spot for saying that," Ozma said exasperatingly, her voice echoing though the walls of the hanger.
 "The beer machine I am sure you could just get out of the replicator, my dear Ozma," said Chumley the troll, who was standing behind them.
 "And what about all those skittles? You can do without a pound of skittles for 5 days Ozzie," said Tananda the trollop.
 "But it's not as good when it comes out of the replicator!"
She whirled around to face them so she could spread the joy of coffee, but was cutoff by Tanada. Tananda was not as tall as Ozma, but she had all the curves to make up for it. She certainly showed it off too. With olive tan skin, catlike eyes, a tight green dress and green curly hair cascading down her shoulders she turned quite a few more heads then Ozma. But then again, Ozma didn't wear quite the same tight clothes as Tanada.
 "Ozma we all know about the 'special blend' and such and such and so on and so forth. But you really want to get there on time soo."
"Okay okay fine I'll throw out the beer and cappuccino."
 "The skittles?"
 "Do you like that mouth? Cause if you don't I could gladly tear it off for you."
 "Guys, the skittles are defiantly staying."
Chumly and Aahz snickered until Tananda gave them a look that would melt stone.
About an hour later, Ozma was waving goodbye to her friends as she sat her new space ship, the two-day wonder. She strapped herself in, waiting for the thing to blast off.
 "What in the world am I gonna do for two whole days?" Ozma thought to herself.
That was exactly what Tananda was thinking as the ship blasted off into space, getting tinier and tinier until there was nothing at all. Tananda sighed and walked back into the house. In all her days she had never seen a busier woman.
 

"Goku! Goku! Wake up! Urgency! Urgency!"
 Goku mumbled as he saw Dr. Briefs, Bulma's father, appear on screen.
Goku was a tall young man, but he really wasn't a man. He was a Say-jin, a strange race that had strange monkey-like tails. While they had these tails, they could turn into were- monkeys. But by themselves, they were ver powerful. As far as Goku knew, he used to live on the planet of the say-ins, until he was sent to earth to blow it up, while he was a young infant. While he was blasted off, his planet just suddenly blew up. He didn't know why. He also didn't know why he hadn't blown up the earth as programmed. He knew that the say-jins were very war-like, and fought all the time. He used to be really bad and was partly chaotic until he cut off his tail, and was no longer fought for himself, but for the good of the whole.
Other then that, he looked wholly human. Black spiky hair, tall, with muscles everywhere. He was sleeping when Dr. Briefs called, but before that he was training very hard, because he was about to face a very serious foe. Vegeta. Vegeta had come to earth about 6 months ago for the dragon balls and killed most of Goku's friends. Only he, Krillin, and Goku's son Gohan had survived the terrible fight. Krillin, Bulma, and Gohan had gone off to planet Namek to get some more dragon balls so the could wish their friends who had died in that fight back from death. The dragon balls on earth were somehow not working. Nameks had created the Dragon balls, so to go get the more dragon ball from the planet Namek sounded perfectly logical. Right?
 "What is it Dr. Briefs?"
 "You are headed off course! You can solve this perfectly if you just glue one on the panels back on the outside of the ship."
 "On? Isn't it already there?"
 "No, otherwise I wouldn't be having you glue it back on, now would I?"
 "I uh, guess not."
 "Now hop to it!"
 "Wait wait! How am I supposed to get out there! I can't breathe space, and I don't have any glue!  And I will fly right off the ship once I head out there!"
Behind him, a machine whirred. Suddenly he saw a space suit bin lowered, with extra panels and super- strong glue. Goku looked at the suit and then looked back at the doctor. The doctor nodded his head, and Goku put on the suit, picked up the panel, picked up the glue, and walked out the door.
He heard a voice in his helmet, Dr. Brief's voice to be exact.
 "Activating gravity boots."
Goku suddenly felt like he was clamped onto the side of the ship, and it was very hard to walk.
  "Now, Goku, keep on going strait, and the missing panel should be about 3 yards ahead."
  "Whatever you say, Doc."
 Goku found the missing panel, and proceeded to glue the panel onto the ship. He was admiring his handy work when Dr. Brief's voice came though his helmet again.
  "Goku! You must get out of there and inside the ship! You are about to run into a sun about 3 times as big as our own! If you don't get inside and reprogram, you'll end burnt fried crispy!"
"Okay, okay, I'm going, I'm going," Goku murmured as he began to stand up and walk towards the door.
 Squish.
"What was that? " Goku wondered aloud.
 He looked down to see his boot glued to the ship.
  "AHHH!" Goku screamed.
  "What's going on! What's wrong Goku?"
 Goku looked down at his foot and desperately tried to yank his foot free from the super strong glue.
  "My..foot..is..ugh.stuck..in the glue."
  "AHHH!" Dr. Briefs screamed into Goku's helmet.
 "My ears!"
 "We've got no time for that now, you have got to get inside before you come within the gravitational pull of that sun!"
Goku was still trying to pull his foot free when he looked up.

  It was huge.

The sun was enormous. It was so bright, that Goku almost burned his eyes.
 "Dr. Briefs?"
 "Goku get inside before you-"
 "Too late."
Goku reviewed his options. Burned live, free himself, or try to blast himself out of here with the Kio-ken techniques.
Obviously, the choice was number three.
 "Kio-ken."
Goku could feel the powerful force coursing though his veins. He could feel it all concentrating on one spot. He could see it forming around him, the infinite energy that he drew from himself. He could feel the power going though his whole body and concentrating onto one point.
 "Time 10!"
Instantly, the energy that had been concentrating on one point shot out towards the sun. When it hit the surface, he could hear the poisonous gases roar and he began to go back wards. He was afraid for a moment that he was going to fly off and the ship was still going into it, then he remembered that his foot was still glued to it.
As he stopped fueling the energy, he let out a whoop of joy. And could hear likewise from Dr, Briefs. He was going away; away, away, then was getting closer, closer and closer.
 "What's going on here?"
 "You are still in its gravitational pull, and you are going right back in!"
 "Alright them I guess it wants to see me do my best, " Goku stated.
He began to draw the energy from within himself again, expect this time it was ten times as strong, quicker and more forceful.
 "KIO-KEN TIMES 20!"
He let the energy go from the point he had been concentrating it on and continued to fuel it until Dr. Briefs said he was out of range. He tried to jump, then realized he was still glued to the ship.
 "Darn it!!" He screamed as he stomped on his glued foot with his other one.

Squish.
 "Oh man.."

"Give us the Dragon ball Namek, or am I going to have to persuade you somehow?" Freeza asked, glancing over at the Namek children.
 The Namek tensed up, knowing exactly what Freeza meant. This Namek was the eldest in this village, with his rolls of fat everywhere. He was green, with antennas on the top of his forehead. He was squat and fat, but all Nameks are like that with age. The two children were clinging to his robes, hiding their faces from Freeza. They too knew what it meant. It angered the old Namek that he had to put fear in children's hearts. What a monster.
 The old Namek bent down to the children.
  "Go. Go to the fields and get the men. Tell them to be here quickly, that there is trouble in the village. Go my sons. Go."
 The small boy trembled as they let go of his robes and ran off.
 The fat pink one, Dadoria, was standing behind Freeza and began to go after them. Freeza signaled at him to stay.
  "You can eat them later Dadoria, I am not worried about them.
  "Please boys run, run, get here as quick as you can."
  "I'd like to teach that Freeza guy a thing or two, " said Gohan, feeling his anger rise.
  "Keep you power level down! If they see us we are dead meat! But I know what you are talking about Gohan, boy what I wouldn't give to let that guy have it, " Krillian said, trying to control his rage.
Krillian was as short human with a bald head. Heck, even Gohan was taller then him and he was only 7. He was wearing his orange training suit, with the symbol of Turtle Island, where he had been trained. He was a monk, and had six dots on his forehead. Gohan was short 7 year old with a horrible haircut his mom had given him before he left to Namek. He was wearing the same outfit as his teacher Piccolo had been wearing.
"We got to get those Dragon Balls so we can wish Piccolo back. I can't let him down, " Gohan though to himself.
 Gohan and Krillian was looking down on the village, where Freeza and his men were. They wanted to help, but they knew they would get killed if they revealed themselves. So now all they were doing was waiting for their moment to steal the dragon balls. So far, Freeza had four of the seven. And he was about to get the fifth.
  "What!! Impossible! No!" King Ki screamed at the top of his lungs. His long antenna picked up the force Freeza, the strongest known warrior. King Ki knew this was bad. Really bad. If Freeza got the dragon balls, got his wish, and then it would be the end of everything. Not only was Freeza strong, but he was cold and black-hearted as evil itself. King Ki twitched his antenna as he broke out in cold sweat. He turned his squat body towards Namek to get a better reading. That was him all right. No one was as strong as Freeza. No one except maybe.
  "What's wrong King Ki?" Yam'cha asked.
  "Everything! Freeza has got four of the dragon balls, and unless something is done, he will get a fifth!"
 Yam'cha scratched his head in puzzlement. How could king Ki know that? Must be that antenna. Yam' cha was a human with long black hair, and was a wee bit skinner then Goku, but not that bad. He had 3 scars; two make an X under his right eye, and one on his left cheek. Yam'cha stared at King Ki. How could that little blue bug know anything?
  "Whose Freeza?" asked Chou-zu, the little doll boy.
  "Doesn't matter now. You have to help me find this pendent. It's golden, has a big O and a big Z linked together. Find it for me, now!
 They began to look for it on King Ki's little planet.
  "This is so retarded," Piccolo thought to himself. "Here I am, dead, on a little planet training to get stronger, where they have stupid training, and I'm also stuck with these nitwits. Grand. Well, better get back to my meditating. I have to train myself to get stronger."
  "Found it!" Tein screamed.
Tein was in King Ki's house, inside a huge toychest holding up the pendent. Everyone on the planet except for Piccolo ran into his house and King Ki snatched the pendent.
  "You look so cute in there Tein," Yam'cha snickered, as he looked at all the dolls surrounding Tein.
  "I'm gonna add another scar to that face if you don't close it."
 Yam'cha began to laugh when he was interrupted by Chou-zu.
  "What do you need that thing for?"
 King Ki was fumbling with it, cursing at it as he tried to remember how to work it. Then he stopped, sighed, and plopped on his couch as he began to tell them about how he got the pendent.
  "A long time ago, about 5,00 years to be correct, there was a strange man in a tan robe who came by here. Said he was cataloging the planets, whatever that means. Anyway, he had me sign a paper saying that earth would be part of an alliance of planets called the Ozan Ring. After I signed it, he gave me this pendent and told me to use it in case earth should ever be in trouble. He said he was part of the Intergalactic Fighting Force of the Ozan Ring, the strongest army in the universe. I asked him if he was the strongest. He didn't reply, but he did say he was one of top officers. At the time, I think he was as strong as Freeza. Then he had some coffee, taught me some techniques for me to train other people, and left."
  "Did he tell you how to use that thing?"
  "Yes, but I can't remember. You have to say something to it like, 'important, we need help!' or something like that; " Kin Ki sighed.
 Piccolo had been standing in the doorway for quite some time, watching them trying to activate it. After they had all tried and failed, he walked over and picked it up.
  "Damn it we need help!" he screamed at it.
 Nothing happed for about a second, so he tossed it to King Ki. Everyone was staring at him.
"It was worth a shot, " he said, shrugging his shoulders.
 Then the thing began to glow a greenish yellow light.
Ozma was catching some ZZZ's when she heard a voice in her space ship.
  "Hello?"
 She shook her head, and thought she must have been dreaming. Ships don't say hello. She just knew that.
 She propped her feet back on the dash board, and closed her eyes again.
  "Hello?"
 That time the ship said something.

 She stood up, looking around for whatever it was that was talking to her.
  "Hello?" She asked.
  "Hello?" the thing responded.
  "Hello, " she said looking for the thing that was saying hello.
  "Hello?" the thing said again.
 She began looking though all the wires and such at the back of the ship.
  "Marco, " she said looking for it.
  "Polo, " the thing answered.
 Ah! So it wasn't just a broken sound bite thing.
  "Marco," She said as she saw a greenish glow at the back of the wires, next to the hull.
  "Polo."
  "Got 'cha!" she said as she found the golden pendent in the mess of wires. She had no idea that that thing was still around. Didn't she replace all the old receivers?
  "I don't know how to answer that, " said the pendent.
 She crawled back out of the mess of wires and sat down on the bottom of the ship holding the pendent in her hand.
  "Please tell me there's some other guy with a pendent otherwise I am talking to jewelry and I didn't think I was insane yet," she said.
 A bunch of snorting and snickering came though.
"It wasn't even that funny," she thought to herself," This some kind of prank?"
  "Give me that. Yeah. Ok. Hello?" she heard though the pendent.
  "I thought we were all done with hello,"
 Another fit of laughter in the background.
  "Hey! Shutup! This is serious!"
"The leader," Ozma thought to herself.
 Ozma re adjusted herself on the floor with the pendent in her hand. She reached for her skittles on the shelf and was chewing them when she began to give her spill about the I.F.F.O.R.
  "You have reached an agent of the IFFOR, (chew) and I wish to preserve (chew) peace." She felt like saying, 'Would you like fries with that?' but suppressed the urge. "Please state your business, (chew) planet, (chew) problem, (chew) and race, and we will help you as soon as (chew) possible."
  "Do you realize how annoying it is to hear you talk and eat at the same time?"
 Ozma sighed in disgust. She really hated this. She didn't mind helping people, fighting for them, winning praise from them, but getting people to treat her like she wasn't a half idiot was, at the most, irritating.
  "Look pal, I am on my way to Namek. As soon as I am done with this, I am going to spend my money, which I so rightly deserve. I am going to get a pedicure. Maybe a massage. Right now, I do not give a rat's ass about your problem so if you, "she ate some more skittles" think that (chew) this is (chew) annoying, (chew) then (chew) you (chew) are (chew) not (chew) gonna get (chew) any help from (chew) me. (chew)Ok?(chew)
 She heard something whizzing in the air. Probably the pendent. Evidently, this guy had about as much patience as a wet flea. Then she heard some guys yelling, most likely at the guy who threw it. Well this group looks interesting.
  "Ok I'm sorry about that, he has a temper."
  "So I gathered."
  "Are you going to help us still?"
 Ozma looked at her toes. They looked really banged up. She should really get a pedicure.
  "Alright. Tell me what going on."

About an hour later, Ozma was still sitting on the floor, listening to this guy.
  "Freeza huh? No problem. We've been after that guy for  awhile now. He was starting to get on my nerves. I think  I can take care of him. Okay, now let me get this strait. I'm looking for a bald guy named Krillin, A girl named Bulma, a boy named Gohan, and seven dragon balls?"
  "And a say-jin named Goku. He has no tail."
  "A say-in, correct? There are only 4 of those guys left. Pity. Freeza blowing up that planet and all. I'll bust this guy for you in a jiffy."
  "Thank you so much! Please return them to earth. This will be appreciated so much."
  "I know. Over and out," sighed Ozma. The frilly genie has another job to do. She put on her tan robe. No sense in arriving there looking like a girl. Besides, she needed these heavy clothes to rain her muscles. She hadn't been using physical magic for quite some time. Just spells and such. Oh well. Time to speed up the speed of her ship. She should be there in 5.4.3.2.
 Dead bodies lie everywhere. The Namek men from the fields could not overpower Freeza's men. In fact, they couldn't even overpower one of them. The eldest Namek sighed with pain as looked at the children clinging to his robes. They had done exactly as he had said. He wasn't going to let this, this, monster to touch his children. He knew his race was practically extinct, and his kids were the future of Namek. He couldn't let Freeza harm them. Not even for a dragon ball. He began to surrender when a thunderous roar rumbled though the sky. Then a streak of white, over the mountains and he heard whatever it was land. Freeza suddenly looked nervous.
  "What's wrong Freeza? Why are you worried?" Dodrian asked, concerned.
 Freeza concentrated his eyes on that spot which the meteor had landed.
  "That thing over is strong, very strong," he said quietly.
 Dodarian gasped. There was  no one stronger then Freeza. No one that ever came close. When Freeza was worried, that meant he should be panicking.
  "Did you feel that Krillian??" Gohan asked excitedly.
  "There's someone that is even stronger the Freeza. And he landed just right over there!"
  "He could be bad Gohan, just lie low and let's see what happens, " Krillian said cautiously.
 Gohan nodded his head preparing for whatever was coming.
 Freeza saw him coming first. He was wearing a long tan robe, and was moving rather slowly, considering he could move fast, very fast if he wanted to. Freeza wondered what the man wanted. No doubt he wanted the Dragon Balls like everyone else on this planet.
 The man was floating right over his head, and Freeza could feel the man's power mounting as he saw the dead bodies. He floated done right in front of Freeza, between him and the Nameks. The tan robe man crossed his hands in front of his chest.
   "Freeza, I presume. State your business."
 Dodaria laughed outloud. Here was the man that made Freeza nervous. What was Freeza's problem? Dodaria could whip this guy any day.
"Fool, "Freeza thought.
 Suddenly, Dodaria's laugh turned into a scream of anguish as the man in the tan robe stood there, perhaps watching Dodaria die, perhaps not. Freeza could not see his face under the tan robe's hood.
 Then it ended. Dodaria was gone.
   "I am an Agent of the IFFOR, the strongest army in the universe. I am one of the top officers, and I suggest you not mock me. State your business," the man repeated.
 Freeza stared hard at the man before him, trying to measure him up. He had a stronger power level then Freeza,  that was for sure. Freeza could not fight him now, not with the pathetic excuse he had for warriors behind him. He would have to call for the Ginyu force later. Then he would get the dragon balls, and show this man who the real boss for now. For now he would just have to agree with him until the force arrives.
Freeza cleared his throat.
   "I am here to collect Dragon Balls, for I value their beauty and wisdom they represent."
 The Namek behind the tan man stepped out pointing at Freeza.
   "Lair! Lair! You know no such thing as-"
   "Elder, please let me handle this."
The Namek stared at the man in the tan robe, and then silently stepped back, glaring at Freeza. The man in the robe took a deep breath, and began to trial the being in front of him. Presumably the man was enraged by the lie, but he kept his voice calm.
   "This? " he said pointing at the dead around him, "This? This is how you get your beauty and wisdom? By killing? Old and young alike? I think not. I think you want the Dragon Balls for more selfish deeds. And even if what you say is partly true, you do not deserve  the dragon balls. You smear their good name and what they represent. How dare you even think you can get your slimy fingers on these treasures of these people? You sicken me." The man in the tan robe noticed a slight twitch in Freeza's upper lip. The man lifted his hand and the Dragon Balls began to move towards him. Freeza did not move. "You do are not  worthy of these. Be gone before my sight, before I loathe you enough to destroy you."
   "I thank you for sparing my life, and know now I am a changed man," Freeza lied.
   "Get out of here," the man said in low growl.
 Freeza needed no further encouragement. He lifted his hand, a sign that that he was leaving, and his men followed him back to the ship.
 The Namek stared at them until the had vanished in the horizon.
Then he turned to the man in the tan robe.
   "How can I thank you? You have saved my children, but I am only sorry you did not get here earlier," the Namek said, gesturing towards the dead on the ground.
   "Ah, but that can be fixed."
   "How? Please tell me how we can get them back, " said the smallest  Namek, with tears in his eyes,
 Ozma had to smile to herself at the little boy. Ah to be young again.
The man in the tan robe bent down to be level with the smallest Namek.
   "Close your eyes," he whispered," and think about all the good times you have had with them, think about their smiles, think about how happy you were with them, and remember, keep your eyes shut."
  The smallest Namek squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his fists wile his tear-trodden face showed he was concentrating very hard. The man in the tan robe began to chant, softly at fist, them louder and louder until the bodies began to rise. While they were rising, the man in the tan robe was healing their bodies so they were livable again.  Then the young boy opened his eyes, and could not believe them. There they were. Alive. He cried and ran out to them and clung onto their clothing screaming at them never to leave him again.
The man stood back up, and looked at the eldest Namek. The Namek began to mumble words in his language. Ozma burrowed her eyebrows. She couldn't understand him. He wasn't speaking normal Namek. Then he ran into the house grabbed the Dragon ball and ran back out. He fell on his knees, and presented the dragon ball to the man in the tan robe telling him to take it, because he was worthy of it. The man in the tan robe/Ozma was not surprised. This was the normal reaction when people saw her do the spell of regrowth. It did tire her so. She had to go in the other world, find the souls, repair their bodies, and bring them back in less then a minute. She needed a nap, not a Dragon ball.
  "Please, I cannot accept this."
  "You must take it. It is in the prophecy. Besides, I think it has caused enough trouble for us. Take it, find all seven, and repair our broken world."
Ozma deeply sighed and picked up the dragon ball from the Namek's hands and set it with the others.
  "The IFFOR and I thank you for this gift. If you ever need anything, please, don't hesitate to ask."
The man in the tan robe/Ozma Turned around and began to take of when she felt a tug on her robe. She turned around to find older Namek child pulling on it. She turned around, and looked down on the boy.
  "Is it true the iffoor the strongest army in the universe?"
  "It's the IFFOR and yes, I like to think so."
  "Can I join?"
The man in the tan robe looked/Ozma looked at the oldest Namek.
  "We would be honored to have someone in your army from our race," he replied.
Ozma looked back at the boy. So young. She thinks she can protect him and train him. But he is not a warrior. Sure, she will teach how to fight, but only if necessary. He will be a healer. She could see that now.
  "You may join. From now on, you name is Cadet Dinde."
  "How did you know my name?"
  "Pure magic. Do you have any belongings you wish to bring?"
  "No."
  "Then wave goodbye and come along with me."
Ozma picked up the Dragon Balls with her mind and started to float away, slow enough for the boy to catch up with her.
  "What's you name? What does cadet mean? How old are you? When you start teaching me? Where are we going? How-"
Ozma had forgot that younger children tended to be annoying.
  "You can call me Oz, Cadet means starting, don't ever ask me my age, it's rude, we're looking for the dragon balls and your first lesson will be to be quiet for 3 hours."
The boy was immediately  quiet.
"I have got a loong day ahead of me," Ozma thought grimly.
"Did you see that guy? Wow he just beat up the fat pink guy and he told Freeza to move or lose it wow that was really cool.." Gohan's babbling faded off into the background as Krillian thought about the events that had just came to pass. He had forgotten that younger children tended to be annoying.
"Gohan, be quiet, I'm trying to think."
Gohan was quiet, thinking about something. Krillian just got a plan formed into his head.
 "C'mon Gohan we're going to find Bulma and see what we will see."
Vegeta sat on a rock  thinking.
"What is going on here?, "He thought to himself, "I felt Freeza about to get the fifth dragon ball and the a GREATER force then Freeza confront him, and nothing happened! Now I have no idea where the dragon balls are. I know that Freeza destroyed my home, and he will pay for that, so very dearly, but what can I do? I cannot fight him alone. Wait a second. What about those earthlings? I bet they have something to get the dragon balls, and once they help me find them, I'll take them, make my wish, and destroy Freeza! Yes. Well, now to find those earthlings.."
Vegeta stood up, looked around for the earthling's power level, found it, and began to fly towards it.

"Has it been three hors yet?"
"Not since you asked me ten minutes ago."
"How will this training help me?"
"Patience."
"I already have patience! I've been quiet for 9 hours!"
"More like 9 seconds."
"Humph."
The man in the tan robe/Ozma was looking for the last two dragon balls. Found one. She waggled her fingers, and it came to her.  She hated where she was standing now. In the middle of and open plain, where anyone could attack her. Not like she couldn't handle it. Ah, another one. At the Guru's house. She could hardly wait.
  "C'mon Dinde. We're going to the Guru's house."
Dinde just nodded his head.
"What do you mean you just 'came back  here'? You didn't find out where that guy was going or if he was good or if we are all gonna die when he gets all the Dragon Balls? What were you thinking?" Bulma exploded at them as soon as they had told her what happened.
 Bulma was currently screaming at them in a cave. Gohan was hiding somewhere. Bulma's wrath was not something to play around with. Especially when the Dragon Balls were the subject.
  "We thought that you would want to know what was going on I mean because we left you here so long and-" Krillin tried to explain.
 "You though huh? Well next time you outta think twice before you come back here without any Dragon balls!" Bulma screamed at him.
 "Exactly what I think."
Bulma and Krillian looked towards the back of the cave to find that Vegeta was upon them. Bulma started to whisper something religious and tried to back up. Krillin stood his ground, getting angrier by the moment and ready for anything. Vegeta conceived that they were still afraid of him. That gave him a reason to laugh a low chuckle.
  "Don't be fools, I'm not here to fight you. I want to join forces. I've just found out that Freeza has destroyed my planet and I want put and end to him. I can't do that without the Dragon balls. You guys aren't strong enough or have as near much experience as me-"he looked up to find Gohan hiding in the crevice above his head, "or guts for that matter. But you do have one think I don't. and that is, a dragon ball locator. So I'm willing to team up with you to destroy Freeza. Do we have a deal?"
It took Krillin a moment to absorb what Vegeta was saying. He was right. And they would probably need Vegeta to get the Dragon Balls from that guy in the robe. But as soon as they get them, there gonna jet without Vegeta and just ask for Freeza to be destroyed and for their friends back.
"Okay. For now."
They shook hands wearily. Outside, the wind began to blow..
Freeza stood looking outside the window. He had not given up. He had barely begun.
  "Someone send for the Ginyu force."
He heard a quick "Yes sir" from someone behind him.
Outside, the wind began picking up speed...
"Well here we are."
Dinde looked up the mountain. The oz/ Ozma  grabbed his hand and they flew up it until they were at the top. A Namek was standing outside the doorway. He was young, but not a child.
  "Hey Nail," said Dinde.
  "Hey Dinde. Come inside. The Guru has been expecting you."
Oz/Ozma walked inside to find the most humongus Namek she had ever seen. He was about nine feet tall, sat in a huge chair, and had so many wrinkles that he could not even open his eyes.
"You are an officer of the IFFOR, correct?" the Guru asked in a deep rumbling vioce.
  "Yes sir. I had received a message about four centuries ago a terrible storm hit your planet, and you were the last remaining one. I am very late because it was not called to my attention until now. I see that your race is not extinct , as we hoped, and I would like to restore the Rosa Blossom tree to your planet as it was 400 years ago."
The Guru shifted in his seat, a tear in his eye.
  "We have tried to restore this planet's natural beauty for quite sometime now. We work in the fields' everyday, but it is hard. If you would be so kind to restore the native tree, I will give you the last Dragon Ball."
Oz/Ozma smiled under her robe, and bowed elegantly. She walked back out side, looking around. She began to chant, the chant of regrowth. The wind blew scattering the seeds  of the Rosa blossom tree to all parts of the plants. Then she spread rain all over the entire planet. After that, she did the final stage of regrowth. She bent down, putting her fingers into the dirt, chanting. I green ring began to flow and ebb around her. Then she let it go. Quietly and softly. It spread in all directions, a green ring of life. And where ever the ring touched land, A tree grew. It took about ten minutes, and then the planet was covered with Rosa Blossom trees.
  "It's so pretty, " Nail whispered.
Vegeta , Bulma, Krillian, and Gohan looked outside. A terrible thunderstorm had just shook the whole planet, and that was after the violent wind storm. Now it was silent.
Then it came. A green band that passed over the ground. It was coming towards them. Then it passed over them and it was gone. But it had certainly left its mark. Where the green band had been, there were now green trees with pink roses on them. They were everywhere huge ones, medium ones, and small saplings. But they were everywhere.
 "Wow," said all four of them together.
They stepped outside the cave and looked. The suns were shining and there was pink and green everywhere.
 "It takes a whole lotta power to do this," said Krillin, touching the soft bark of tree to see if it was real.
 "Hey Krillin, do you think it was that guy in the tan robe? He was pretty strong, and he brought those people back from the dead, so you suppose he could do the same for the tree?" Gohan asked, looking up at the canopy.
 "This is a woman's work, " Bulma said, inspecting the bark.
 "Sexist comment, " said Krillin.
 "Hey, I know when a woman does a job she does it right and beautiful! And this proves it!" Bulma said precisely.
 "Let's go find this guy, " Vegeta whispered in awe.
Ozma collapsed on the ground. She shouldn't have done it so quickly. She exerted herself  to fast. She should have waited until she recovered from brining back the dead before she did this. Oh man did her body hurt.
Nail put his hands on Oz's shoulders.
 "Hey pal, you alright? That was really something. Wow. I wish Guru wasn't blind, because this place is so-"
 "Lovely, " Dinde stated in admiration.
Ozma lay on the ground with unconscious threating to overcome her. She couldn't do that. If she did they would take off the hood and..well she didn't want them to take off the hood.
 "Help me up, " she whispered weakly.
Nail grasped her hand and pulled her up to her feet. She slowly walked inside Guru's home. Guru had a huge child impish grin on his face.
 "Is it done? Are they all restored?"
 "Yes. And they are big. Beautiful too."
 "Blossoming?"
 "Yes all over."
 Dinde, Nail, I want you to fetch me the sweetest smelling blossom. As for you, come sit on my right hand."
Ozma couldn't get up to the seat, and Nail had to help her up. After he helped her up, he ran out side to find Guru a blossom, with Dinde not too far behind. After they had gone there was a silence. The Guru spoke first.
 "Are you weak?"
 "Yes."
 "Do you want your energy back?"
 "No. It would only drain you and besides, it's my own fault I did it too fast. I need to remember not to be an idiot with my power and I think this will be a very good reminder."
The Guru laughed softly. He told her about how when he was young, how much loved the trees. How he thought they where wonderful. And realized what a treasure they were only often they were destroyed and he was alone. He talked about how hard it was to hatch the only surviving eggs, and how afraid he was because there had no females been born yet. There is only 100 eggs left, and they will hatch long after he is gone. He hopes that they will be female so his race that he fought for would still replenish. Then he asked her why she hid her face and her name. Ozma simply told him that she didn't have time to prove prejudice people that she was more then a whiny bossy girl.
 Then Nail and Dinde came back with two blossoms. The guru smelled them, satisfied. At last, he gave her the last Dragon Ball.
 "Thank you. I will use these well."
 "Take them in good faith, and may you live out your days at the fullest, " The guru replied.
Ozma stepped out of the door with all seven Dragon balls.
Then she flew with them to about halfway around the planet, which she stopped in a valley.
She sat down and just looked at them.
  "Well?"
She looked at Dinde.
  "Well what?"
 Dinde stared back at her like she was a lunatic as if it was so astute that what he asking about.
   "Aren't you gonna make your wish?"
   "Anything they can grant me I can do it my self kid."
Oz/Ozma began to spin a web around the dragon balls. Pretty soon, she had a shield around the Dragon balls. She pulled out a calculator looking thing and handed to dine. It had one red button.
"This is how you open them. Press that button. If anyone asks, you don't know. I have to find these earthlings, so I'm holding you responsible. This is your first real lesson. Okay?"
Dinde nodded eagerly.
Ozma/oz began to fly away, scanning the surface for any bald guys. Upon not finding any, she took a rest by a babbling brook, were she fell asleep.

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