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Title: The Intermediate Years: The Legend
Plot, or Lack Thereof: The Z warriors fight another set of enemies.  Whee.
Reason for Banishment: Weak characterization and annoying new character.  Awaiting rewrite.

Kyuuri couldn’t bear to look as the planet holding the fifth Wish Crystal was destroyed.  But he could not block out the sound of its inhabitants cry out in terror, which was then cut short by a huge explosion.  And then—nothing.

Except a sardonic laugh.

A large space ship loomed near the rubble of the destroyed planet.  In the ship was twenty to thirty aliens.  The leader of the group stood at the bridge held the fifth Crystal in one hand.

“Now I am only two more from conquering the universe!” The leader laughed again, than turned to the ship’s navigator.

“What are the coordinates of the next two?” The navigator typed a few keys and brought up a map.

“One is in sector B29, the other is in S86,” He reported.

S86? Dammit, that’s OUR sector! Kyuuri thought with horror.

“Set the destination for S86.” The leader commanded.



Kyuuri turned and looked at his mate Momo.

“So this is why you couldn’t sleep last night: the sixth Wish Crystal is in our sector.”

She nodded. “More specifically, it’s on this planet.” She added.  Kyuuri’s eyes widened.

“Are you certain?” She nodded again.  “Shit! This is really bad!” Kyuuri murmured.

“So we proceed as planned?”

“Yes.  She should be able to reach B29 in time.” Kyuuri had no confidence in his voice, and Momo noticed this.

“What’s wrong, dear?”

Kyuuri sighed.  He looked at the city below him.  The cliff he was standing on, the place of so many wonderful memories, would soon become space dust. “Nothing.  It’s just that¯we’ll probably never see her again.”

Momo put her arm around her mate.  “I know.  But it’s for the best.”


Kyuuri returned home and discovered that his daughter had suited up for battle with one of the spare armors that he hid in his closet; she even wore a Scouter over one eye.  The one thing missing from the outfit was the shoulder pads signifying that the wearer was a high-class warrior—but he was not allowed to keep those.  They had been taken from him on the same day that he was stripped of his rank and his people.

Kyuuri allowed himself a sad smile; he had not yet told his daughter of his plans, knowing that she would insist on staying.

“You certainly look prepared,” He remarked.

“Of course! I’m going to help you fight those aliens!”

Kyuuri almost slapped himself; he had forgotten that his daughter had inherited his mates’ abilities to see and share visions of the immediate future.  This is going to be a lot harder than I thought. He took a deep breath.

“Mikazuki,” he began (that was his daughters’ name), “you can’t stay here.”

“Why not?”

“Follow me.” Kyuuri led his daughter into a room which she had never been allowed to enter before.  She gasped when she saw what was there.

“Father.” Mikazuki looked at her father.  “What’s the meaning of this?”

“You must go to sector B29, where the last Wish Crystal is located.”


“There are other Saiyan there, and they will be able to help you more than I ever could.”

The moment that Kyuuri said that, Mikazuki understood the seriousness of the matter.  Her father was one of the strongest—no, the strongest fighter on the planet—if HE thought the aliens were too strong—

“Is it really that bad?” She asked, already guessing the answer.  Kyuuri nodded.  “Then let me stay and help!”

“Mikazuki, please! Just this once listen to your father!” Kyuuri pleaded.

“No.  I’m not going anywhere,” Mikazuki folded her arms.

Kyuuri put a hand on his daughter’s shoulder.  “You’re even more stubborn than your mother.”

Forgive me, Mikazuki. He gave her a quick, sharp chop to the neck; she fell unconscious to the floor.  He caught her and put her into the space ship.  “Someday you will understand,” he whispered into her ear.  He stroked her fine blue-black hair and gave her a light kiss.  So much like her mother. Then, pressing a few buttons, he closed the ship’s door and opened the skylight.  He watched as the vessel lifted off and carried its precious cargo to hope and safety.  After it went out of view he walked outside and flew to where his mate was waiting.

“How did it go?”

“I’ve done it.” Momo burst into tears.  As Kyuuri comforted his mate he turned his head towards a different part of the sky.  I will stop that maniac—or die trying.

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