by Aoi Kami Sarah
Part One

MANY MOONS AGO... ON A DOOMED PLANET...

"No!" the Queen stamped her foot.
"Kalifura," her husband growled as he began to lose his patience. "Please, this once just do as I say!"
"No! I WON'T leave you!"
The chief science officer looked away from the arguing royal couple. "I should leave you, my Lord."
"No, Bardock. The Queen will be leaving with you shortly."
"Vegeta, I will do no such thing." She met his glare and stared at him defiantly.
"Then you will die." He approached her, his cloak flowing behind him. He stood nearly six feet tall and looked down on the four and a half foot Queen. His face contorted with anguish. "Go. Now."
Still she held her chin up and refused to budge.
"Kalifura, I cannot lose my wife as well as my son..."
"We'll get him back!"
"No, Kali. We won't. Freeza is too strong. Please go. Time is running out. We are confronting him tomorrow," King Vegeta reminded her.
Her lip twitched. She closed her eyes.
Vegeta addressed his science officer. "Bardock, a moment please?"
He nodded and backed out of the chamber.
"I want to go with you. Why won't you let me die honorably at your side?!"
"Because I can save you. If you go with the children, there will be a new world for you to cultivate. They'll need a leader. You are the mother of their race; you'll be perfect." He reached out and took her thin arms. Kalifura's strength left her.
"Oh, Vegeta! This isn't the way it's supposed to happen! The Saiyan race is too proud, too strong to be eliminated by the likes Freeza!" She fell against his chest and sobbed. He embraced her and closed his eyes.
"I know."

*
They walked down into the hangar. The children, all just toddlers, were already being loaded onto the ships. The Queen was lead into the largest one and the preparations were begun.
"Bardock? You have children, don't you?"
"Yes, my Lady."
"Are they aboard one of these ships?" she asked, thinking that she could keep an eye on one of his babies for him.
"No my Lady. They're in the Planet Trade already."
Kalifura was visibly upset. "I'm sorry."
"It's not so bad, really," Bardock remarked lightly as he tweaked machines and pushed buttons. "They won't be here when we fight. They're both on missions right now. Radditz is one of the boys that was sent to accompany the Prince, and Kakarott has been sent to a small, harmless world called Earth."
"How old is he?"
Bardock checked an item off a list he carried on a clipboard and frowned. "He'll be two next month."
Kali frowned as well. Her son was only seven. She hadn't seen him in two years and wondered how he was doing and if he would be allowed to live.

"My Queen, there are some major details about this plan that you must know at this point." The officer put his hand on what looked like a two foot tall egg with an embossed, Saiyan royal insignia on it. "Herein is the history of Vegeta-sei."
Kalifura's stomach twisted with anxiety suddenly. "Why is this necessary?"
"Just in case they forget."
"In case something happens to me, you mean."
Bardock's silence answered her. "Come this way if you please, my Lady."
She was shown to a gaping stasis pod in the main bay of the ship. A dozen others lined hers; most likely the children of elite soldiers, male and female, but the names on each pod were unfamiliar.
"Donburi?" she read one aloud. "What kind of a Saiyan name is that?"
"It's not. When you reach the new world, all the children will have different names. The planet itself will be known as Bistro-sei and the Saiyans will be known as the Bistrojin."
Kali stared at him in disbelief. "What...?"
Bardock cringed. His ruler was unhappy. "It is for the protection of the race. If Freeza hears about the exploits of the Saiyans after this battle, he will travel across the galaxies to snuff them out entirely. We are sure of it."
She walked toward the scientist slowly. He cowered a bit as she glared up at him. "What else, Bardock? If there's something else you've yet to tell me, you best just tell me quickly."
He swallowed hard. "The tails, my Lady..."
She spun and ran to the nearest pod. Sure enough, to further conceal its identity, the infant Saiyan inside was tailless.
"NO!! she cried. "That's not right! I will not allow it! I don't care what you say!" she banged her tiny fists on the glass and fought the tears. She uncurled her tail from around her waist and it wagged back and forth nervously. She spun back to face Bardock. "I have no intention of giving up my tail, I think I've lost enough already."
"I wouldn't dream of it, my Lady." Bardock pushed a button and the Queen's stasis pod yawned open. Other engineers busied themselves in and readied the ship. Kali softened. There was too much to worry about. She followed the officer's instructions and eased into the egg shaped case.
"How long will it be till we get to this... Bistro-sei?"
"At our current technological level, it will take 2 years to enter it's solar system. You will be in stasis until the ship lands safely." He pressed buttons and the compartment made scientific sounds.
"Bardock?" she called out as the lid was coming down.
"Yes my Queen?"
"If you see him..."
"I won't," he cut her off, but pursed his lips and tried to give her a reassuring smile.
"Good luck."
"You as well, my Lady." He closed the lid.
The Queen breathed in the sleeping gas. "Vegeta..." she whispered. Her husband; her son; her home: all of which she knew she would never see again. She watched him walk away as the glass fogged up.

*
The countdown began and engineers frantically readied the ships. Bardock left capable men in command and raced off to join the fight which would surely begin soon. In the shadows, a balding man hid and waited for the right moment. In a lull of activity he rushed towards the largest of the ships.
He was dressed in low-ranking armor and thousands of LEDs reflected off his shiny cranium. He grinned evilly and eyed the stasis pods. The Queen's pod was the only one that was unmarked. The man flipped open a control panel and adjusted the settings from auto-wake to manual-wake and laughed lightly. Then he turned to the egg-shaped time capsule and removed the royal emblem from it. Finally, he quickly forced the pod to the right of the Queen's open, ripped the sleeping child from it and blasted him into oblivion. As the man crawled in a and set the automatic commands, he laughed louder and more evilly. "Look out, Bistrojin. Here comes Donburi!"

*****
THE NEAR FUTURE...
TUESDAY

Adonai came out of the club and put his silver poly-vinyl-chloride jacket back on. The sky was partly cloudy and although the spring night was cold, rain didn't seem to threaten. A perfect night to fly home. He began walking to the nearest dark alley.
"Hey! Hey you, muscle boy!" a woman's voice called after him. It sounded friendly, so he turned around and raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, you." The woman was maybe a year older than he was; no more than 21 or so and had a dark complexion and long, white dreadlocks. She had come out of the same club he had. "Headin' home so soon?"
"Yeah," he replied.
"Need a lift?" She smiled in a semi-seductive way.
Ado thought for about two seconds before answering. "Sure."

Her car was small; a late model Capsule coup and sort of beat up and dirty. A pair of tiny, back, fuzzy dice hung from the rear view mirror. "So, do you come to the Cog often?" she popped in a CD by Iris and started in with the small talk. "I'm kinda new to the area."
"Nah. Not that much. Just when I feel like it."

~ "Have I lost my mind? Yes and no, but Annie would I lie to you..." ~

"You musta felt like it tonight, boy. I watched you stomp for like two hours solid without a single break! Must be because you work out, huh?"
"Something like that."
"So, Mr. Talkative, what's your name?"
"It's Adonai."
"Mine's `Tasha." She made a bit of face when he clamed up. "So, Adonai. What do you do for a living?"
"A living?" he asked.
"Yeah, what's your job?"
"I don't have one."
"Oh, so you're a student?"
"I'm in school, if that's what you mean."
`Tasha made a more confused face. "Ok..."
Ado felt the pressure to say something. "So, uh, what do YOU do, `Tasha?"
"Nothing yet. I just moved here."
"Oh."
"I live in the same neighborhood as you do, but by myself. It's kind of a shithole, but it's cheap. AND it's close to Capsule. Wow, if I could get a job there... but I don't even have a high school diploma."
His eyebrow raised a bit, but he decided to keep his identity secret. Most people who found out that he was the heir to the richest corporation on Earth just used his friend ship for their own gains. "You live alone?" Adonai wondered if this had been a pick up line, but the way she said it was sort of sad.
"Yeah. I'm an orphan."
"Oh. That sucks."
He was about to ask her some more questions when she growled. "What is it?"
"Look at this guy, you'd think it was Sunday!" she pointed to the guy in front of them. He was going a solid 15 kilometers below the speed limit and `Tasha had been traveling at 20 above. "Damn it. COME ON!"
"Hey, it's not like you have to be anywhere..." Ado tried to calm her.
"HEY BUDDY! WANNA GET THE FUCK OFF THE ROAD!?" Her eyes widened and her hands gripped the wheel tighter. "That's it!" she cried and turned the wheel abruptly to the right.
The little compact zoomed around the old man in front of them as `Tasha stomped down on the accelerator, but the right margin was at a upward 35 degree angle. The car jerked up this and came crashing down on the little wheels far in front of the offending octogenarian.
"ASSHOOOOOLE!" `Tasha shouted out the window as they passed. Adonai's face was ashen. He reluctantly pried his hands off the dashboard.
"You know what? Right here's just fine..."
Sirens from behind made `Tasha's eyes glaze over. Rather than slowing down and pulling to the side, she gunned the engine and two hidden booster rockets engaged and propelled the car away from the police at speeds of nearly 200 kmph.
"What the hell are you doing!?" Ado shouted.
"OH JUST SIT BACK AND ENJOY THE RIDE!!"
Although he knew he couldn't possibly be hurt in a crash and could most probably save this insane girl before an impact, he was fairly terrified by her driving. She used scaffolding as ramps, turned 90 degree corners at break neck speeds leaving rubber all over the downtown streets. Finally they got out onto the highway, and headed for the business district.
"WHICH EXIT DO YOU TAKE!?" she looked over and asked wildly, a fleet of police sirens wailing behind them.
"Uh, `Tasha..." Ado pointed ahead of them. A 3 deep row of police cars blocked their way.
"Shhhhit," she cursed and veered left onto an exit ramp which was also blocked. Ado screamed and got ready to grab her and get the hell out of there, but just then she swerved right and accelerated. The car went flying off the ramp and over the rows of cop cars, but `Tasha hadn't quite accounted for the overpass.
"SHIIIIT!" she cried out, but kept her hands on the wheel.
The car slammed into the side of the overpass and exploded in a ball of flame.
Ado set her down on the ground and held her arms.
"Hey, you ok?"
`Tasha pulled her hands away from her face and blinked at the wreckage. "Am I dead?"
"No, but you're stupid. Why the hell were you driving like that!?"
"I dunno. Sometimes I just, go nuts. I like to push the vehicle to its extreme, see what I can make it do..." She was still on her adrenaline high. Her eyes gleamed.
The cops by this time had run over to arrest them. They seemed surprised when Adonai refused medical treatment.
"Ok, `Tasha. That's it. We gotcha now," one of the policemen said as he took handcuffs off his belt. Adonai squinted at her.
"You're a wanted criminal?"
"She's got the worst driving record we've ever seen! This is the last straw, she endangered people out there..."
"Sir," Adonai sidled up to the officer. "Please reconsider her predicament. She's an orphan and there won't be anyone to bail her out."
`Tasha smiled, surprised that this stranger was looking out for her.
"Buddy, do you have any idea how many vehicles and pieces of private and public property this girl's driving has destroyed?"
"No," he said calmly and pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. "But I'm sure we can take care of whatever she owes."
"Uh..?" The cop took the card and squinted to read it. "Oh?" he looked up and recognized the face. "Oh! Sure thing Mr. Ojisama. Thanks a lot!"
The cops waved them off and Adonai turned to face `Tasha.
"You're.. an Ojisama as in Capsule Corporation CEO Trunks Ojisama?"
"Yeah. He's my dad." Ado shrugged.
"Wow." `Tasha blinked some more, then frowned. "But how do we get home now?"
"We WALK!"

*

WEDNESDAY

The teacher droned on about particles and prepositions as the clock on the wall ticked painfully slowly towards 2:45. Kashtan lowered his hand off his desk and fingered the guard on his football helmet. 'Three... two....'
The bell rang at last and he jumped out of his seat and raced for the door.
"Not so fast, Mr. Son." The teacher stood with his fists on his hips and frowned at Kashtan.
"But, Teacher, I got a game in an hour an' coach says..."
"You HAVE a game in an hour."
"Yeah, that's what I said..." Kashtan nodded.
Sitting down on the edge of his desk, the poor teacher sighed. "Kashtan. You're doing rather poorly in Language Skills, and from what I hear, in a few other subjects as well."
The teen tapped his foot nervously.
"If you don't improve this semester, I'm going to have to fail you."
"Fail me!? But, if I fail I can't play!" He held up the helmet to emphasize his point.
"I know. Perhaps this will sufficiently motivate you then, hm?" He rose and opened the classroom door. "Have a good game, Kashtan."
He slung his bag on his back and grumbled out into the hallway.
His cousin spotted him and ran to catch up. "Kash! What's up? You look like someone just gave ya a death warrant."
"They DID. I'm failing Language." They walked down the hall towards the locker rooms.
Okano rolled his eyes. "That TOO? Sheesh, Kash, ever thought it might help to do your homework once in a while?"
"I DO!"
"Oh, you do NOT."
Kash frowned even more.
"Well, we got a game, so just forget about it for now."
"HAVE a game," Kash muttered.
"What?"
"Never mind."
Suddenly Okano stopped dead in his tracks. "I think I just found a solution!" He jogged ahead, leaving Kash puzzled.

"Korosette! Wait up!"
"Oh, hey Okano," Korosette folded her glasses up and took two fuzzy hair elastics out of her bag. "What's up?"
"I have a teency favor to ask of you."
The short girl looked up at him as she put her aqua hair up into two pony tails. "Why do I get the feeling my answer's gonna be no?"
"Koro, it's really small! Could you please tutor Kashtan?"
Down the hall a bit, Kash turned bright red and cursed Okano under his breath.
"Mmmmmmmno."
"Aw, come on Korosette! You didn't even think about it!" Okano smiled and turned on the charm.
"Ew. Okano. We're almost related, knock that off," she said and brushed him aside.
"Only by marriage, but that's beside the point. Puh-leeeeze!?"
"No! Anyway, I have a huge bio-physics project coming up that's going to take up all my time."
"How bout afterwards...?"
Kashtan cut Okano off by stomping by, grabbing him around the middle and carrying him away.
"How bout after THAT?!"

When Kash put him down Okano dusted himself and grinned.
"What the hell was THAT all about?"
"Huh? I thought it'd be a good idea for you to have a tutor, that's all..."
Kashtan growled a bit. "You know damn well that I like her!"
"Really?" Okano asked innocently, then grinned.
"I oughta wipe that stupid grin off your face, you freak."
Okano laughed out loud and back pedaled away from him. His travel was interrupted as he crashed into someone.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" he giggled and turned around. "Soma!"
The pink haired girl crouched down in her mini skirt and started collecting the books he had spilled. "Hello, Cousin Okano."
"I uh, that is, I, um... I'm so sorry, I..." he replied, flustered and helped her clumsily.
"It's all right, It was an accident." She smiled and stood up.
"No, really, I'm sorry. I was being a total retard,..."
"As per usual," a familiar voice growled from behind him. All the hairs stood up on Okano's neck. "Are you all right, sister?"
"Yes, Adonai," she bowed her head and smoothed her skirt down.
Kashtan bit his lip and stood next to Okano, wondering if there would be a fight. Adonai was such calm guy, it was hard to tell when he would lash out. He realized that he had been concentrating on Adonai so much that he didn't notice that there was someone standing beside him.
"Jesus Ado, are you seriously contemplating fighting over something THIS stupid?" Korosette folded her arms and sighed. "Let's just go home. I swear," she continued to yammer as she walked over to Soma, "as if we even care." Koro laced her arm through Soma's and they walked away.
"Good-bye Kashtan, Good-bye Okano. See you tomorrow!"
"Bye, Soma!" Kash waved back. "Bye Korosette..."
Okano and Adonai were still in a staring contest. Then Ado snorted, sneered and turned his back on them. His long, blue-black hair swished over his silver PVC jacket as he followed the girls.

"Well, that was interesting. That creep just doesn't quit, does he?" Kashtan made a face.
Okano shook it off. "He's just got a superiority complex."
"Pfe," Kash snorted. "He's got some serious issues. Come on, we're gonna be late."

*
THURSDAY

Korosette walked into the AP physics lab fully confident that she would ace this project. It was simple enough, although much too advanced for the other students.
Her parents were so weird about the whole high school thing. She could be in college by now, and being surrounded by morons drove her so crazy. Every year, she begged to be put into an institution of higher learning, but they were adamant. They said she needed to experience life in all its appropriate stages. Put so scientifically, she had no other recourse but to do as they said.
"Well, the challenging stuff will just have to wait," she muttered as she pondered this dilemma. "Let's get down to business."
While the other students built models and worked on hypothetical situations, Korosette opened her lab locker and removed an entire table's worth of equipment. When she had set up, she took a pin, and an Erlenmeyer flask and pricked her finger. A single drop of dark, red blood dripped into the flask. Koro added a solution to this and poured the mixture into a test tube which she then placed into a centrifuge. "Here we go."

At the end of the period, her classmates had all given up on their projects and were watching her work intently. Koro punched up the image on a monitor and in a split second, her entire genetic profile was there for all so see. She grinned from ear to ear.
"Very good, Ms. DuNord!" her teacher beamed at the brightly color-coded DNA sequences.
"Mmm," Koro mused. "Trouble is, how do I know I got it right? I need to do it again to see if all the coding is correct, and I don't have enough time." She looked up to the clock on the wall. The students moaned, disappointed.
"Oh!" the teacher beamed. "The school and the government both keep a DNA record on everyone, you can just pull your record and check against that!"
The class cheered. Koro bolted out of her seat. "To the administration office!"

She fed the data she obtained from her school record into the computer and ordered it to cross reference the sequences. Everyone held their breath as the machine worked. Then, an alert dialog box made them all gasp.
'No match found.'
"WHAT!?" Koro leaned in and blinked astounded at the screen. "But I'm SURE I did this right!"
The students peeled away, back to their projects and Koro shuffled papers and re-checked the computer three more times.

The bell rang and Korosette was still triple checking the data.
"Ms. DuNord, I'm afraid time's up," the teacher said meekly.
"NO!" Koro gritted her teeth. "I KNOW I MUST have done this right. Please, just give me some more time."
Her teacher looked both ways before answering. "All right, this once, because you've never failed anything before. You have until class tomorrow to correct your findings."
"Thank you so much!" The teacher smiled and left the room. Koro stared at the screen some more. "Maybe my file got mixed up with someone else's.. or.."
"Korosette?"
"BWA!" she cried and sprawled on her stool. "Soma. Don't do that."
"Sorry," Soma apologized for accidentally sneaking up on her. "You seemed busy."
"Not really." Koro pursed her lips. "You ready to go home?"
Soma nodded. "Adonai left after his last class almost an hour ago."
"He knows better than to fly around in broad daylight."
"Well, he PROMISED me that he would walk till he was out of sight."
"Soma," Korosette sighed as she put on her back pack. "You are WAY to trusting."
Soma shrugged.
"Mind if we swing by town hall quick before we go home?" Koro asked as she pulled the disc with her project on it out of the computer.
"Sure, why?"
"I need to do some research."

*
The sound of the front door caught Goten's attention. Kashtan usually headed straight for the fridge after practice, but today he trudged to the stairs.
"Hey, Kash. How was school today?"
"Pretty good," he monotoned and started up the stairs.
Goten knew that something was amiss, but struggled to think about how to ask him. "Everything ok, Kiddo?"
Kashtan stopped his ascent and hung his head. "Nooo," he moaned. Turning to his father he sucked in a breath and let it all out. "I'm failing most of my classes and if I fail not only will they keep me back, but they wont let me play and I have a huge crush on Korosette."
Goten blinked at him. "Oh, so, what do you plan on doing about it?" He went to the fridge and took out several Tupperware containers full of left overs. Kash opened them and continued between mouthfuls.
"Well, I was thinking, *scromph scromph* well, OKANO was thinking that we could get Koro to tutor me."
"That sounds like a plan!" Goten smiled.
"Yeah, if she didn't think I was a total zero!"
"Kash, you're not a zero!"
"I know that, trouble is, *scromph* she doesn't! She said no."
"So what will you do now?"
Kash stopped feeding his face and pouted. "I dunno. I gotta.. er.. hafta think of SOMETHING."

*
Adonai touched down on the lawn in his back yard and walked into the large, yellow house. He dumped his books in his room and got changed for his afternoon workout.
"Adonai!" Vegeta shouted from the hall. <<"Let's get moving, eh?">>
<<"Yes Grandfather!">> Ado barked back in militaristic fashion. He tied up his long hair and squinted at his image in the mirror briefly before jogging out to train.
He passed his parent's bedroom on the way and heard his mother giggle from behind the doors.
"For crying out loud. It's only three in the afternoon," he grumbled.

*
Soma followed Korosette as she jogged to the lab with the computer disc in hand.
"Ok, let's see here." Koro plopped down in a rolling chair and typed wildly at the keyboard. All three files opened at once and layered over each other. Two were a match. One was not.
"Look! They match!" cheered Soma.
"Yeah. They do," Koro murmured and clenched her teeth. "Why?"
"Huh?" Soma wrung her hands. "I thought you wanted them to match."
"Not these two!" she yelled at the screen. Soma backed up a step. "Oh, I'm sorry Soma, it's just really frustrating. The file from school and the file with the government are the same. Either I screwed this one up," she motioned to the code she broke, "Or government file was messed up and the school got this file from them."
"Oh," Soma raised her brows, not understanding anything. "Well, I'll leave you with your work, Cousin."
"'K," Koro waved as Soma left the lab. "Damn it. What the hell's going on?"

Roland directed the last of the latest shipment of raw materials into the bay and called it a day. He hung his huge hard hat on a rack and took a leisurely stroll the block and a half back home. The large yellow dome was impressive, buy very comforting to see. Inside, Bra had probably already left her work by now and was most likely waiting for a foot massage. He smiled and breathed in the warm spring air.

Bra dumped a bag of microwave popcorn into an industrial looking round metal bowl and settled in front of the television. It appeared to be a slow news day; most of the stories were about fires and muggings. She sighed and flipped channels.
Her daughter dragged herself into the room and fell on a couch. Bra raised her brows. "What's the matter, Sweetie?"
"Nothing..." came the standard 16 year old girl response.
The television distracted Bra. "This just in, a strange meteor has been found in the..." She turned it off to deal with more pressing issues.
"You sure you don't want to talk about it?" Bra worried, 'Oh hell, what is it? Boys? Drugs?'
"I'm going to fail something for the first time in my life!"
"WHAT!?" Bra almost leapt out of her seat, half relieved and half astounded. "What is it?"
"My physics project..."
"But, but,.." she stuttered. "How!? Is the teacher an imbecile? Cause we can deal with that..."
Roland walked in and looked from woman to woman. "What's wrong, Mes Cheres?"
"NO, Mom. It's me. I messed up. Daddy, I tried to break my own genome and I failed. The school AND government records both don't match my findings! I'm gonna get an F."
Silence from her parents made Korosette look up. They looked more scared than disappointed. "I'm sorry!" she wailed.
"No! nonono, honey, it's ok! It happens, it's just... I wish you had told us that's what you were planning to do..." Bra hugged her and rubbed her back as she cried.
"Whu.. whaddaya mean?" she sobbed.
Roland sat down and held his right fist in his left hand. He leaned his chin on these and looked to Bra for what to say next.
"Well, Petite Chere," he began. "There is something we need to tell you about that."
Korosette straightened and wiped her tears. "About what? My DNA?"
He nodded.
"Korosette," Bra swallowed hard. "This is probably going to come as a shock to you, but. The school record is wrong."
"A shock?! NO that's great, that means I did it!!" she beamed, but saw the looks on their faces hadn't changed. "Wait a sec, how do you know that?"
"We faked them," Roland stated.
"We had to," Bra added. "Because, otherwise, if anyone found out that..."
"THAT WHAT?" Korosette's heart was in her throat.
"Korosette," Bra took a deep breath. "Your father is sterile. Ever since his accident more than twenty years ago."
"We wanted a child so much, so when we found out, we decided that we could try to create one out of our combined DNA."
"But we were unsure we could succeed, and not wanting to create a life which could potentially be an incredibly hard one, we cloned an embryo from me." Bra bit her lip and took a breath. "And as you know, the cloning of humans is illegal, so we had to falsify your records to protect the secret. If it ever got out that the Capsule Corporation was guilty of what is viewed as such a heinous crime..."
Korosette looked at her feet. "This is a joke, right?"
Bra took her hand and turned it over. She then put her own hand next to it. The 'M' shaped lines on the palm were identical. She flipped it over and the showed her the three matching birthmarks on the back of their hands. Korosette yanked hers away. "But we don't have the same eye color!" she shouted. Her violet eyes flashed as she stared at her mother's concerned baby blues.
"That's the only thing we manipulated. There had to be SOMETHING different, and that was the safest, easiest thing to change."
Koro pouted deeply and her mind reeled. She jumped up and bolted out of the room.
"Korosette!" her father called after her.
"Let her go. She'll come back when she's cooled off."
Roland didn't look reassured. He stood.
"Roland," his five foot tall wife took his comparatively massive hand. "She's just like me at that age. It took me a while sometimes to deal with all the weirdness my family threw at me. She'll be all right."
"Je sais, Ma Chere. Je sais."

End Part One of Generation Z

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