MOON SAYS: I HAVE EDITED THIS!Here are the pairings I have come up with, if you don’t like them just tell me:

Mercury: Adam (MINE)

Venus: Krillin

Mars: Yamucha

Jupiter: Dende (weird I know)

Saturn: Goten

Pluto: Vegeta (laughs is to come with this pair) (also a little NxV more laughs)

Uranus: Drake (MINE)

Neptune: Adrian (MINE)

Moon- Gohan

Nemesis (MINE)- Trunks

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ENJOY!

~Let Go~

Chapter 2

Goku woke up startled; he could feel the sweat running off him in waves. There was also something else he had felt when he woke up. Whatever it was, it definitely was wrong, it felt so wrong. Goku of course didn’t know what to do, for he had never woken up with this feeling hitting him and washing over him like water in a flood.

He had a dream which he knew explained this feeling he felt, but he couldn’t remember it. He had woken in the past from nightmares and good dreams, but not like this, not with this feeling that he felt.

He got out of bed, getting out slowly so he wouldn’t wake Chichi. God knew that was the very last thing he wanted to do.

Chichi would want to know everything, why he woke up at six o’clock in the morning and why he did wake sweating up a storm? He couldn’t explain it to her, this was something that only he could understand and comprehend, and it wasn’t if she was dumb or something, because she wasn’t. It had something to do with him, not her. And if it had nothing to do with her he sure as hell wasn’t going to get her involved.

So it was safe to say he didn’t want his wife to wake up. If she did, he knew that in the end he might lose her. Why and how he knew that, he didn’t know, but he merely felt it. So Chichi wasn’t going to wake up, he just wasn’t going to let anything happen to her. He wanted her alive, not dead.

He took a shower, got dressed and left his house. Something definitely was wrong with him. Goku hadn’t even eaten anything, and on top of that he didn’t want to. He wasn’t the least bit hungry. He was always hungry. He always ate, and when he did eat, he ate everything on the plate and more. Now, he didn’t want anything. That only should how much whatever was going on was affecting him.

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Vegeta woke up just as startled and shocked as Goku, but the difference was he was scared on top of having the weird feeling and sweating so much. Plus neither knew that the other was like this, but hey Vegeta never gave a damn what kind of dreams Goku had, and Goku didn’t really give care about Vegeta’s dreams either.

He had felt the feelings, the strange ones that told him something was very, extremely wrong before. But he had never felt like this before, even when the World was about to be destroyed—Planet Vegeta, Earth—he had never had this feeling. He never was this worried.

It was that dream or vision—as some might call it—that did it he was sure.

Yeah, maybe that was it—because unlike Goku who just had the dream but he didn’t remember his—Vegeta actually remembered his, some of it anyway. He saw Bulma’s death. And to make it even worse and more unbearable than just having her killed at the hands of someone he didn’t know, he had watched it happen and did nothing. Maybe if he knew who it was he could save her, or at least prevented it by killing the one who is suppose to kill her.

What he did know was that the person had a staff of some sort; it had some kind of ball at the top somewhere. Plus the person attacked with a weird attack that was purplish and black. That was an attack he had never seen before. He was Vegeta the Prince of all Saiyans, and he knew a hell of a lot of attacks. He had seen a lot of them, faced many as well, and destroyed the owners of some he had seen only once.

But…he paused as he thought back to his younger years. He had seen attacks like that before—the color. But he just couldn’t place it. The black haired Saiyan Prince shook his head and thought back to the dream.

What was worse about the Bulma’s death was that he was actual there, helpless though. He knew deep down he wouldn’t be able to stop this from happening even if he was there and knew what would happen. But his Saiyan blood wouldn’t allow it, it wouldn’t accept this. He would stop it even if he ended up destroying God knows what and who.

He kissed Bulma on the head, and went to take a shower, trying not to think about the dream. When he got out of the shower he got dressed. He looked at the time, the clock read: 6:15. He left the house and flew to the Lookout Tower. He had to get some answers and the one who could give them to him lived on that Tower.

On his way to the Tower he tried his best to focus and not let his mind wander, but it was hard. It took longer to get to the Lookout Tower then it regularly should have taken only because his mind was back to the dream. He didn’t want that, he didn’t want to think about it. He didn’t want his mind to wonder back to it till he was at the Tower.

To his surprise Goku was just getting there too, his face didn’t show its usual cheerfulness. And if Goku wasn’t his usual happy go lucky self, something was really wrong.

They just took one look at the other to know they were here for the same reason. They both felt something was way out of place. They both walked up to Dende, who was waiting for them.

Dende nodded at Vegeta and Goku. He knew why they had come to him, for he had felt the same feeling as they had felt not too long ago as well. He discarded the formalities and pleasantries and got straight to the point and down to business.

Dende took a deep breath and started, “We are gathered here today—”

Vegeta and Goku didn’t turn around, but walked around Dende and left him standing there looking like an idiot. Dende ran in front of them trying to cut them off.

“Wait, wait guys come on I was only joking. I couldn’t start everything off like that; the mood was too…what’s the word? Serious…yeah that is it, it was too serious. That is so not a good way to start off the morning.”

Vegeta stopped walking around Dende and turned on him with his eyes blazing. He was mad, no furious. Why wouldn’t he be? He had just seen his wife’s death and could do nothing about it. He was here for answers and this fool was joking around?

“This is serious you green brat. This isn’t the fucking time to be goofing off like this.” Vegeta growled at Dende.

“We aren’t at a Wedding Dende, gosh man this is serious and that was why we came to you. You are always serious, so mature for your age; I didn’t think you would be playing around.” Goku said, agreeing with Vegeta, but at the same time inside of his head scolding Vegeta at being too hard on him. Goku didn’t know about Vegeta’s dream, though.

For that was the reason why Vegeta was being extra mean to the kid; it wasn’t going to happen either.

Dende nodded and agreed to what they were saying, because they were right of course. Goku though secretly, he was laughing really hard on the inside. But he couldn’t laugh out loud; because than Vegeta would well…he didn’t want to get yelled at so early in the morning. He did agree with Dende, being serious so early wasn’t good for their heath.

“Okay serious now, something from another World/Galaxy—if you want to say that or whatever you want to call it—has entered our World.”

“It’s evil right?” Goku asked.

Vegeta in response kicked him. Goku, who wasn’t expecting it, winced and glared at Vegeta. He had kicked Goku pretty hard too.

“Of course it is, you stupid idiot Kakarrot! This isn’t the time to be playing the fool. Do you think that it wasn’t, we wouldn’t be feeling that something is wrong or standing here with this green idiot right now?”

Dende of course didn’t hear the insult that came his way, he was wondering how they had come across this feeling, and of course not being shy or anything he asked them. They told him that they had a dream, which neither of them had remembered and woke with that feeling completely consuming them inside and out.

Vegeta kept his dream a secret he didn’t want them knowing how seeing Bulma’s death affected him; he wasn’t weak or anything even though he knew that they wouldn’t see him as that. He still didn’t tell them. Maybe if he told them, than she would die another way and he wouldn’t know it or know the way to save her. So his logic was if he told someone then it wouldn’t happen that way and he couldn’t save her.

Dende nodded and sighed, he only wished that they could have remembered and then maybe he would have some idea of what they were fixing to face. He would then know of a way to save this Planet. But since they couldn’t remember what was the point of hoping that they had remembered? No point exactly.

“If you feel it, then this intruder must be really evil and very powerful. You two are the strongest fighters this World has ever seen—I think anyway—so it must affect this World more then I originally had thought.”

He seemed to be thinking over this really hard, like he was debating over something. Now that was funny, debating with yourself inside of your head. Though most don’t know it happens more than you think, even to Vegeta who denies it outright.

After a few moments full of silence he nodded and turned around, motioning for the two Z fighters to follow. It took a few minutes before they entered a building they had never entered before. After passing a couple of rooms, they entered Dende’s bedroom. They followed him to a mirror; the mirror was hanging on the wall, which they had never seen before. Of course, they had never been in this room before. They had been all over the Lookout Tower for years and had never seen this room before. Why would they though? This was the Guardian’s bedroom after all.

It wasn’t long before the green Guardian of Earth had touched the center of the mirror, egging Vegeta and Goku’s curiosity even further. Even if they had heard the saying, ‘curiosity killed the cat,’ they still would have been just as curious. Good thing for them that they were not cats, but monkeys.

The mirror started to change right before their eyes, after Dende spoke a name so softy that neither Saiyan had caught it. This was where Dende started to explain to them.

“I am contacting the Guardian of the Galaxy, well…Worlds. The Guardian of that area is a more better term, where the enemy, the evil escaped from into ours.”

“So are you saying that this Guardian should be hurt, almost dead or something to that effect, right?” Vegeta asked. Dende shrugged, knowing who the Guardian actually was, he highly doubted that, but then again…this Guardian was always unpredictable.

The mirror, it seemed had connected to the other one the Guardian had, the picture was coming into focus before their eyes. They saw a room, darkness covered it completely. They heard a yawn, soon after that it seemed candles started to light up around the darkened room.

Directly in front of the mirror was a bed, the sheets were black as midnight, but the thread that was sewn into it was gold. Everything in the room was black with gold running through it.

They saw the midnight black sheets on the bed move and the person under those sheets sat up. It was a girl, with long blond hair and was clothed in a thinned strapped shirt that hugged her every curve. They had no clue if she had anything below the shirt for the sheets were covering the bottom of the shirt.

Vegeta had the vaguest sense of déjà vu when he looked at her, he shook his head and remembered why he was here, and he, no, and they all needed answers, not just him.

They looked into her eyes as she spoke; she had the greenest eyes they had ever seen, like they were two twin emeralds looking at them. “Dende, some of us need our beauty sleep, unlike those I am not going to name. I am not a girl who is hung up over looks, but I do love my sleep.” They all could feel the unspoken words she said, especially after what just happened.

Dende was really shocked, Vegeta and Goku could tell because that was the only emotion he had at the time because he couldn’t feel anything besides being shocked at what they knew was the girl, who was had been sleeping in the bed.

“You’re asleep, not injured.” Dende whispered. Then something clicked inside of his mind.

“You aren’t even injured! That can only mean you let the enemy through the Gates yourself. You didn’t even try to stop it!” Dende cried.

For the first time in a long time, Goku and Vegeta both gasped, though for some reason Vegeta knew he shouldn’t be shocked, he kind of expected this from her. It was that déjà vu thing again. But Goku really gasped because he hadn’t expected that from a Guardian, she did what? That was his thought on what Dende accused her of, though Vegeta just smirked, she’s a little bad Guardian eh?

She titled her head to the right as she spoke. “Actually, I was a little hurt when it broke through the Door. I tripped and fell on my head,” she rubbed the right side of her head before she continued. “Pluto wasn’t so lucky though, she was hurt worse than I was, but she was lucky I had sealed that Door from her long ago or she would have been hurt much, much worse. The injuries she would have gotten though are a different story. She probably wouldn’t be able to do anything for years, depending on how fast she heals. But all it did in the end was give her a jolt so to speak. A shock of sorts,” she said. The she paused as a memory took her over. The Door…she didn’t like that one.

She shook her head and shivered. “Anyway the damage is done, I had repaired the Door soon after it was broke, which spared her more injuries. Besides that its followers—which now that I think about it, I am not sure it has any. Anyway, they can’t go through because: One—they are weak and can’t open the Door. Two—the seal on the Door is more powerful, so I doubt the enemy would be getting through it a second time.”

Now Dende had switched from really shocked to anger. She had avoided his question, skillfully he might add too. Their lives unfortunately depended on her and she was just being casual about the whole thing. Which those little facts hadn’t escaped Vegeta’s notice, he tried to hold it in, but he knew if this keep up he was going to start laughing. That was just perfect, all their lives were in her hands and she was just going to lay there in bed like this was nothing? That was hilarious, and since it was funny he was so close to laughing. Which wasn’t like him at all, he never was himself around her.

“Nemesis, answer my question! Why did you let the enemy through? Who is this enemy exactly?” Dende almost screamed those words at her.

She sat up more; her back went straight up against the headboard of her bed. The fool, she thought, has he forgotten the rules I had told him I had to follow long ago? Her voice matched her eyes when she spoke, they could all feel the coldness radiating off her in waves, no not waves. It encased her, like she was frozen in ice.

“What right do you have to tell me what I should have done? This wasn’t your enemy, even now it isn’t. Not tell it actually harms someone. And don’t you dare say you would have stopped it yourself. You don’t have the power. Dende, I will never understand how you could be the Guardian of the Earth, you are as strong as Jupiter and she isn’t that strong. One of the weakest Scouts I have, which makes you weak too.”

She glared at him, momentary forgetting about Goku and Vegeta, but Vegeta, man he was in trouble, he really was going to start laughing and he knew she would kill him. He always loved it when she was mad at someone else.

Her eyes flickered to Vegeta’s for a second and they could have sworn she smiled, but when that second was gone she was glaring at Dende again and forgot about the two Z fighters again.

“Yes, I will admit I could have tried to stop the enemy, and yes I said: tried. It would have been suicide; I am the only one that can save your pitiful Planet Dende, so what would you do if I was dead? And on top of that, who is this whole universe has the right to change fate? Not me, no matter how hard I try I can’t, so what makes that and this different?”

To say that the three men (or two men and one Namek) were stunned by her words would be accurate. They could feel the power behind her words, yet they knew her thoughts were far away. It made Vegeta start thinking about stuff he promised himself long ago he wouldn’t think about…but of course he couldn’t remember that promise.

It seemed for a moment that her eyes grew sad, like she was unbearably sad. Vegeta wondered how a girl so powerful, for he could sense her power, could be so sad. His curiosity was about to come through yet again, for he wanted to see what made her so sad. Maybe, Vegeta thought, what made her sad was someone she loved was going to die or maybe that loved one was already died.

He didn’t know—nor was he ever going to know. He caught himself. He wasn’t going to start thinking of what was making her so sad. It wasn’t his place; he always got terrible headaches whenever he thought about this girl’s emotions. He should have known by now that it was useless and to back that up he noticed the sadness moment was gone.

Vegeta also thought that maybe he had imagined it because when that moment was gone, she had resumed her coldness again so maybe he had imagined it. But something inside of him told him he didn’t. His thoughts were interrupted by her voice, which it seemed in those few seconds of turning back to coldness it turned into annoyance and it sounded tired.

“Who is our enemy that escaped into your World you ask me? Chaos, which is what it is, the most power enemy my fellow Scouts had ever faced. They were lucky they got away alive after the battle was over and done with. Most were dead when it was over, but all of you seem to know that just because they are dead does not mean they can’t come back. Back to Chaos, yes, it could and may try to take over your World. I don’t think the Z Fighters have much of a chance against it, but its minions? They can defeat any minion Chaos throws at them.” Nemesis said before she sighed.

She was going to be so tired before the fighting even started if this went on. Just listening and talking with these people were tiring, and what’s more was, this wasn’t the last time she was going to talk to them. It didn’t help that it was her power making the mirrors work.

They were surprised. She praised them right after saying they were weak and couldn’t defeat Chaos. They were mad at her at first for saying they were weak. But, being the men that they are, forgot about that when she said they could kill every minion. Of course the guys had to expect that, Chaos wasn’t from their World after all.

She waited for their pride and ego to adjust to the curve ball she just threw at them and smiled on the inside, men were so easily to manipulate it wasn’t fun anymore.

“If you want to destroy it completely you need to ones who had defeated momentary it in the first place, not so long ago. Though I would like to point out, even though they have fought it, before haven’t gotten stronger. Sad to say the enemy has.” Nemesis spoke casually, as if they were just talking about the weather or some type of food.

Dende stayed quiet like a good boy and absorbed all the information she had given them. He was quiet for a minute then spoke. “Will you let them pass through the Door into our World? Will you let our only hope of surviving come?”

She smiled at him. It seemed the Namek caught on to what I have done more quickly than I would have thought. Even some of the Scouts hadn’t figured it out until it was thrown in their faces. Even the two Z fighters did not catch that, but Dende is far smarter than I give him credit sometimes.

Vegeta and Goku both glared at Dende, hey they were hurt that Dende would just cut them out completely and forget about them. To say they were a little annoyed and hurt wasn’t telling a big lie. But they understood. She did just tell them that they couldn’t defeat Chaos.

Nemesis closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and held it for a moment or two before responding. She let it out, she had calmed down. She didn’t feel that little hint of annoyance anymore. She opened her eyes once more and looked at Dende and the other men that were looking at her through the mirror.

“Oh I don’t know, maybe it just depends…I took all that time insuring that they would never get into your World yet here we are. Dende I don’t want them to die. They all that are left of my World can you understand that? The Silver Millennium is long since dead, it fell so many millenniums ago—no pun intended there. I am the only true one left. I am the only who has the full blood of it left in her veins. I was the only one who wasn’t reborn; I was the only one who hadn’t died during that horrible war. Now my people, my friends, are tainted with human blood, yet their souls are still strong, for they can use their old powers.”

She turned her head away for a second then looked at them again her face under control. Her mask was about to slip there, but she had caught it in time. “Just have patience young Namek, and you too Saiyans. Everything will work out, it always does.”

Vegeta spoke up then; he said simply “stop.” Just as he saw the image start to fade, as soon as he spoke the image stopped trying to fade and she looked at him curiously, she waved her hand and said, “I can see you don’t want anyone else to hear this do you?”

He nodded and looked her in the eyes as he said, “I can understand how you feel, about being the only one left. My Planet, Planet Vegeta, the Planet of Saiyans was destroyed and very few survived. Now there are only two pure Saiyans left: Kakarrot and I.” He was about to raise his hand to point to Goku but she spoke.

“I know who he is, though I believe he goes by Goku now,” she chuckled, same old Vegeta always talking to people as if they are stupider than he is.

“Thanks for that Vegeta. It was kind of you to say that. Even though we both know you are far from kind…most of the time.” With that she waved her hand again and the image started to fade but they, heard her voice, it sounded urgent like she needed to tell them something important. It was important, very.

“Beware, the first taken over will be a girl…you can identify those taken over by their eyes…black—” she was cut off, they heard no more. The image was gone, they had barely heard what she said it the first place, and she broke up at least two times.

They were confused of course, but at least they had some information that might save them until the ones who had fought Chaos before come. Even though it wasn’t much information it was better than no information at all.

Goku promised that he would tell the others, so Vegeta could go on home. Vegeta checked the time before he left, they had been here for a few hours. It was already 8:23. He decided to head home.

When he got there he noticed his son, Trunks, training out in the yard. Trunks continued with his training, but gave his old man a nod, which Vegeta returned before entering the house. He passed the room Bulma was in, she was in her workshop, tinkering with something he didn’t know or care about.

As he passed her he could have swore that when she looked at him her eyes flashed black. But when he focused on her eyes they were their normal color: purple.

He shook his head and walked to his room to get the Capsule for his training room. He was really going to train, that is if he wanted to protect his family…his family. After what Frieza put him through, he had never thought he would have a family.

She did tell him long ago that he would, she told him to protect it with everything he had, because once it’s gone, you couldn’t get it back. Her words spoke true, now more than ever, he had to be strong.

To be continued...