Short Term Opening(Chi Chi/PM)

[princesschichi]

There was no getting Malachi to get away while he had the chance. His stubborness was just as bad as hers except she often displayed her stubborness with anger. She had no other choice but to drag him along with her. Rather then wait for Torn to blast through the elevator, she grabbed Malachi by the collar and shoved him ahead of her to get moving.

"You want to fight you'll get it, but don't come running to me in the afterworld when we are both dead." She was determined to give Torn a fight even in her current state. She was uncertain how Malachi would handle it, but having him, was better than having Hercule that much was sure. The lights flickered off. She had released Malachi's shirt and was now jogging slowly in front of him towards the fire escape stairs. Her foot kicked the door with such a force it almost broke the hinges off.

Her concern for the people was not her priority. She was of pur heart, but she was not a hero like her other family members were. If she had to fight, she would. AS for the people, she was certain that Torn was only after her or so she had hoped that wa the case.

The lights were now completely off, but her senses were on high alert to detect his energy signal. Right now Torn was going up the elevator. She was certain it was him because of the familiar signal.

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Torn attire:

It had all felt like a dream when he felt his body smash into a building by a woman who was certain he had defeated. His eliteness and saiyan pride had failed him against a earthling woman. He had no idea how he had come to with fresh clothes and no marks on his body. One thing was for certain his power level had sky rocketed from his near death experience. Whatever caused this sensation was remarkable. Regardless, he had one mission..and that was to see that he seek revenge on Chichi for what she had done to him.

The blast he had sent to the hospital was a warning. He knew she would be able to handle it, but by the way she had shouted when he watching, she was frightened. The sense of fear drove him to want to see it for himself. For many months, had spent time living with her father to learn everything he could about her and her family. He knew some secrets about her too. Despite his knowledge, he did not want to befriend her. He wanted to see her suffer for the humiliation she had caused him. He was more than generous with his offer.

Torn's true objective was to create a new race on the Planet Earth. One that his genetics and his blood. For so long, he had wanted to destroy King Vegeta. Now that King Vegeta was dead he was free to do what he wanted. He was free to rule the Earth as he pleased, but he had some obstacles he had to get rid of first.

AS he walked into the hospital, he was greeted by some nurses. He paid no attention to them. He pushed them aside and they warned him not to enter the upper levels if he did not have an appointment. The nurses immediately called for the security, but Torn continued towards the elevator.

Anyone that was in his way was pushed to the side by his large stature. He would even go as far as push them so hard that they'd slam into a nearby wall or waiting chair. Just as he reached the elevator, there were people inside. They did not wait for him to get inside. The elevator had started its ascent to the upper floors.

The closed doors were no problem for Torn. He used his two hands to pull them apart with ease. He ripped them with his bare hands and threw them behind him. Anyone who was behind him was certainly hit.

The people in the elevator were all close together. Pleasant elevator music was playing. Only one of them had noticed Torn toss people to the side. She anxiously looked around to see if something was about to happen. THe other people in the elevator were either talking on their cell phone or listening to music.

Their pleasant elevator trip would be short lived. A blast through the bottom of the elevator had caused it to rip open. It was stopped in its tracks. The ones that were in the middle had fallen out with yells for help. Anyone to the corners were left alive. Torn shot through the hole of the elevator and made a hole into the top of it to continue his ascent to the upper floor where he had last seen Chichi.

The lights had been turned off from the blast he had shot through the elevator. Somehow the short circuitry of the elevator caused the rest of the hospital to go without power. The emergency power had not yet been boosted. AS soon as Torn reached the floor, he once again ripped the doors open with his bare hands. The scene was straight out of a scene from the first Terminator movie.

He walked on the hospital floor and saw only darkness. The dim light coming from the windows was the only thing that helped the nurses see him. The nurses that were around scattered to any hiding spot they could find. Torn paid no attention to him. His walking was slow and powerful. Each step of his foot could be hear from narrow hallways of the hospital.

[Malachi]

"H-hey! Whoa!" He managed a partial shout when she grabbed the collar of his vest and pulled him down the hall away from the elevator. He couldn't quite determine who she was running from, but there was definitely a powerful presence coming up towards them from the lower floors of the building. And from the sounds of those screams and metal ripping and being shredded, it was a very violent person that happened to wield said power. He stopped resisting so much when he realized why she was taking cover.

Without uttering a single word audibly, Malachi spoke to Chi Chi So, what's your plan, then? If we're gonna duck and hide you're getting something together in this head of yours, right? You know what he can do better than me. If he's got a weak spot, you better start spilling it, fast. His mental conversation opener wasn't the most pleasant one. The telepathic message was a clear indication of how dire their straits currently were. Still, Malachi's blood was flowing at top speed and intensity. Something big was about to happen. One way or another, they had to beat this guy permanently.

I'm waiting, Chi Chi. But I'm not gonna wait for ever. If he gets halfway down the hall and you've not said anything back, I'm gonna start firing off psychic bolts to slowly disable his nervous system bit by bit. If he's as strong as I think he is, I'm gonna need time to fully incapacitate him that way... Again his mental communication was of crucial importance and great haste. Time was quickly running out for their preemptive strike opportunity.

[princesschichi]

THe complete darkness had Chichi's mind racing for answers. Her immediate direction was towards the fire escape stairs, which she had now been walking down. Her steps were as silent as possible because she knew how keen saiyan's senses could be.

Malachi started to speak to her in her mind. She was used to the telepathic powers of beings able to speak to her by their mind. However, her panting and her nervousness had her mind too occupied to listen to all his rambling. The one aspect she did hear from Malachi was his insistance for attacking Torn head on with psychic blasts.

Rather then speaking with her mind, Chichi stopped and looked at Malachi. They were now near the exit towards the outside where it was also starting to get dark. In the darkness, she could not see his face.

She spoke in a serious whisper.

"Look, I don't know who you truly are, but this is not a weakling like that Hercule clown. This person is ruthless, a monster, and if I stay around you, he will kill you." Her one hand clasped the door and pushed it open to where she was no outside. She managed to use her free hand to pull Malachi outside with her.

Now she was walking towards a nearby alley way so she could talk to Malachi calmly. She hoped he would follow and listen to her about Torn and his saiyan heritage. Once she reached the alley way, she spun around to face him. Her tone was serious, yet she had to keep calm in order to keep Malachi from freaking out himself.

"I am just a woman that was caught up in this mess because of who I married, who I am, and what I have inside of me." Her eyes kept glancing to the side to make sure Torn wasn't nearby.

"He is a saiyan. I didn't know what they were at first becaue I thought they were just people with extremely hairy backs that turn into ugly ape things...I was right for the most part...but they were strong..he is strong. My husband is a saiyan that is why I know all these things now. There senses are beyond my comprehension, their physical builds are for battle, and their brains are dna'd for battle." She rolled her eyes before talking. Then her hand pressed up to show how humurous it was to her.

"Trust me I had no clue about any of this until a month ago. Anyway, this bozo, monkey man named Torn is after me or my daughter because ...one he hates low levels like my husband who abuse their race's name, two he wants to create a new saiyan race more powerful than the current one because he has no idea that his planet had been brought back, and three I guess he can't get enough of my dancing abilities." Chichi was usually not the one to give away all her personal reasons, but this was an occasion for it. The third reason was to make the situation less serious. Conversely, she kept peaking at the sidewalk to see if Torn was around.

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An eerie music started to play in the background as Torn looked around through the darkness to see if he spotted anyone who looked like his target Chichi.



Torn's steps crushed the tile floors as he walked with intensity. He knew that Chichi was somewhere close, but he decided to look for her the old fashion way. As he walked, no one behind the counters or those who were in the rooms did not come out except for the formidable/foolish Hercule.

Hercule, who was still fumbling with his shirt had no idea that they were under attack by the same man who tried to kill both Chichi and himself just weeks ago. Hercule decided to check out why the lights were out. It was so dark that he could not see anything so he just went around scrambling for a light switch.

"Hey how is the champ supposed to see around here?" He almost tripped. He stumbled until he hit a solid, hard object that made his head hurt.

"Who put this wall here? How am I..the champ supposed to do anything around here when you have walls everywhere?"

The nurses and doctors or any other staff started to peak from wherever they were. They, being as foolish as Hercule, thought they were safe with Hercule's presence there. They all got out from their areas. It was then that the emergency lights started to come on so now they were able to see Hercule. However, the object that Hercule had run into was not the wall.

Torn looked at Hercule and remembered his face. His motionless stare turned into a violent glare.

"Finally" Hercule turned his attention to Torn who was now glaring at him. Hercule, being tall himself, had to glance up just slightly to see how big Torn was. He looked shocked, but seeing that people were looking, he stood firm.

"Hey...if you are not here to visit. You need to leave or I the champ will show you a thin...

Torn wasted no time in listening to Hercule speak. Torn grabbed Hercule by the neck and lifted him off the ground until Hercule's feet were dangling.

"Where...is ...she?" His voice was dark, gloomy and his menacing glare was cold.

Hercule could feel his feet be lifted off teh ground. He attempted to use his martial arts maneuvers, but they did not effect Torn at all. Rather then continue fighting Torn, he decided to try to talk him down.

"Hey haaaa you are ...strong. I thought you well..." Hercule coughed, but was able to speak by the mercy of Torn.

"She....who? Your date...or?"

Torn started to tighten his grip and that is when Hercule squawked. He could barely speak now.

"Chichi....speak...or die" Torn was not in the fooling around manner. IF Hercule did not say anything about her whereabouts, he would kill Hercule right on the spot.

"Oh..her...I...don...know. You kno...how women are.." Hercule said in a tone. He knew where Chichi had gone, but as cowardly as he was, he was not the one to rat out anyone. It was then that Torn tossed him into the wall where his head snapped forward. Blood from the back of his head started to spill over. Hercule fell onto his chest. He glanced up and saw Torn make his way towards him.

Torn smirked at Hercule's sense of humore, but this was a cold smirk.

"We will do this the hard way then...slow..painful." Torn kicked Hercule once that sent Hercule grabbing his rib cage. The people who were looking had went back to hiding again thinking that their hero could pull off a victory.

Torn kicked, punched, stomped on, slapped, and did whatever he could to get Hercule to talk. Hercule yelled in agony that could be heard outside and inside. Torn could have killed him easily, but he didn't. He remembered how Hercule had helped Chichi, and now it was Torn's payback.

Hercule a bloody mess now was army crawling painfully slow. His vision was blurry, and he was hoping the onslaught would stop.

[Malachi]

Malachi had followed her for now. He'd taken into account the strength of this Saiyan and his apparent hatred of Chi Chi. He'd also taken into account the destruction he'd caused just in front of his own eyes. That wasn't even considering what he'd done to cause Chi Chi so much trouble before. Even though she didn't need to keep grabbing his collar and pulling him along, she did. He followed quietly for the time being. He humored her and listened to what she had to say on the matter even further. He didn't want to talk any more. People were in danger. They needed to act. But he stomached her speech for a little while longer. She seemed to understand what she was up against, but what she didn't understand was who she was talking to.

"I understand your concern for me, but..." He looked up to the building and heard Hercule's cries of pain and suffering. "I think the time for talking is done. Stop worrying about me. It sounds like I've been fighting Saiyans longer than you have. If you want an explanation then help me waste him and you'll get one. I've got a strategy now. It's simple, but if he's as empty minded as you said he is, it should work."

Malachi glanced up at the building again and then down the alleyway. His eyes shifted one more time and locked onto the warrior princess. "Step into the street and start gathering energy for the biggest blast you've ever made. That will draw his attention. When he comes out to play, I'll surprise him and buy you more time to gather energy. And by the way...even if you hate him, that annoying chump up there is taking a beating for you. Notice how Torn hasn't rushed out of the building to look for you yet? And Hercule's screaming like a girl each time he takes a hit...You might hate him, but he doesn't deserve to die. If we don't get Torn's attention soon, Hercule might as well be a human milkshake."

Malachi stepped away from her and turned towards the end of the alley where they'd entered it from. "So you're a martial artist and a dancer, huh? It'd be a shame for the world to lose such a talented and well loved woman." He pointed at her mid-section when he said 'loved'. "A husband and one on the way? Sounds like this is really a fight you can't afford to lose. Your odds are better if we work together. This is your last chance before I step out and engage him in combat alone. I don't want to die either, but I'd rather die than watch another monster like him terrorize my home."

[princesschichi]

Yelling pains of anguish sounded in Chichi’s ears as Malachi spoke to her about how they could take on Torn together. His encouraging words reminded her of someone that she knew very well. As he spoke, she kept her focus on him because the torturous screams for mercy were too much for her to handle. It was especially different because it was coming from a man. She knew that Hercule was a good person deep down inside although his exterior attitude often tested her patience.

Malachi gave her a boost of confidence that together they could pull off the impossible. For a moment, he reminded her of her husband. It was not that he spoke about him which reminded her. It was the persona he represented. Just like her husband, Malachi made impossible situations seem possible. A smile remained hidden on her face. Despite the dire situation, she could humor herself with her multi personality attitude. She could change her mood in an instant and often unexpected. The fact that he mentioned her to be a good dancer was an understatement.

“Good dancer? You mean the best. I invented Tai Chi.” Her sly remark was kept well hidden with her focused facial expression. There was something else that Malachi hinted at that caused her to arch her eyebrow. Malachi questioned her experience with saiyans. If there weren’t terrible screams going on in the hospital, she would have laughed. However, she knew what respect and honor were.

Malachi had questioned her experience with saiyans. Her mind drifted back to the the situation with the saiyans. It occurred to her that she had not given Malachi any hint of who her husband was. Her husband and her children all had saiyan blood with them. Although she remained naïve and out of the circle for quite some time about their heritage, she had the firsthand experience of how they were. Truth was that her husband had grown on Earth. Conversely, that did not keep any of his saiyan instincts from showing once and while. Even her children, who she often tried to discipline, had shown their saiyan heritage.

Her personal life was the last thing she wanted to reveal to a stranger. She decided to go along with his plan because there was no where she could run at this point. Torn would find her. Listening to Malachi’s plan, she nodded with determination and agreement.

“Alright, but if he ruins my new clothing today, you owe me a shopping spree. Lets get him.” Was it serious what Chichi had proposed? Perhaps, but no one, but her would know if she meant it or not. She glanced at Malachi one more time before heading out towards the street where cars had stopped. There were shards of glass everywhere. People had gathered around the area to see what the situation was. No one noticed Chichi go into the middle of the street.

Whispers and comments were heard all around her. Her boots crushed the glass making a crrkkk sound. There were many distractions that could cause a problem, but not for her. Like Malachi said, she was a respected martial artist. One of Chichi’s strengths was her seriousness when it came down to getting a job done. She remained focused on the mission Malachi had given her and was not about to fail.
As Malachi requested, she rested her hand next to her hip to prepare a blast that would shock the city block and Torn. She could not fail….and she would not fail if it came down solely to her.

Luck was what Malachi and Chichi needed, but would it be on their side?

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Hercule lay on the floor a bloody mess. He was alive and struggling to survive. The doctors in the area wanted to get close to him to help him, but Torn's presence frightened them. Torn had no idea what was happening outside or what Chichi/Malachi were planning. He stepped on Hercule and walked down the hallway to see if Chichi was still hiding in one of the rooms. He had a suspicion that she was up to something, but then again he could not be certain.

"IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII JUUUUST WANT TO BE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR PUPPY!!!!!" Just as bad as Krillin's voice, but worse. If the voice was trying out for any singing show, they would get ejected violently off the stage. Tomatoes of all sizes would be thrown and everyone in the entire universe would boo. The voice belonged to a long time friend of Goku's named Yamcha. He had drinken a couple of beers that night. HIs super human abilities made it difficult for him to get a drunk. He was not drunk from alcohol. His confused state came from a broken heart that he suffered after Bulma left him for someone else.

Bulma had left Yamcha for another man. He sung out his heart in the bar. This was his ritual every single night. He'd act all high and mighty during the day. However, at night he felt the lonliness. Now his only peace came from the bar. Many common visitors of the bar had grown accustomed to his constant wining.

One old man held up a jug of beer.

"You sing it my friend. Tell them what that woman did to you. In the end, they all stomp on our hearts." The old man seemed like he was speaking from experience.

Yamcha held the microphone in his hand. He was slunched over as if he was drunk.

"She tore my heart out and stomped it." Every phrase he would say after that he would hiccup.

"The man she left me for isn't even from this planet."

The old man gasped as if he understood.

"What does he have that I don't? All he has is that he is a dumb prince from a planet that doesn't even exist anymore. I am taller, more handsome, and the wolf fang fist is so much cooler than whatever that punk has. He won't treat her like I can" Yamcha held the microphone to his heart. He hated Vegeta with a vengeance now. Not only had Vegeta been the cause of his death, but Vegeta had now stolen his love.

"He got her pregnant. I'm goin to get that sick bastard."

The old man held his drink up again.

"Cheers up for that man." Some of the other men at the bar said the same thing until the bartender had enough for Yamcha's whining.

The bartender grabbed at Yamcha's shirt and dragged him out to the exit.

"You should leave. You've had enough drinks."

Yamcha didn't reply. His defeated attitude had caused him to give into the bartender's demands. Rather then arguing, he left the bar as he often did. Once again, it was time to live the long night by himself.

He walked on the crowded sidewalk towards the hospital where police men were surrounding the area. His blurred vision from his sadness and crying had kept him from noticing the situation. With shoulders slumped, he did not look up to see what was happening because frankly he didn't care.

A little more walking is what he did until he hit a speed bump. Suddenly, Yamcha bumped into a large crowd that surrounded the hospital. This was his wake up call. He snapped out of his trance. His instinct caused him to push people aside. Despite being more alert, his vision remained blurred.

In front of him, he noticed a woman about Bulma's height. It didn't recall to him that it was Chichi who was standing there ready to fire an energy blast. Being so desperate for any love from Bulma, he assumed the woman in his blurred view was Bulma. He saw that she had something bright in her hand, which to him he invisioned it being a ring.

{She came back for me...finally!} He thought to himself. Yamcha had no idea that he was about to foil a big plan. To him, he thought it was his salvation from the pain he suffered every night. In that instant, he rushed towards the woman/bulma who was preparing for an attack.

Chichi was seconds from throwing the attack to where Malachi had guided her.

"Ohhh BULMA HOW I'VE MISSED YOUU! I knew you'd come back to me honey!" Yamcha picked up Chichi in an embrace that was so tight the energy Chichi had gathered blasted off into the sky where Torn would obviously see it. If Yamcha had noticed it was Chichi, he would freak out. Not even at his bravest would hebe able to confront her.

Chichi had been lucky that Yamcha didn't tackle her to the floor like an animal. However, this was Yamcha's side to the story...for the moment. Yamcha, however, remained in his blissful world as if his greatest wish had come true. His love had returned to him.

[Malachi]

His words had raised her confidence and inspired her to stop running, it seemed. He nodded to her and smirked when she mentioned inventing Tai Chi. Even in his age, such martial arts still held their original names, apparently. That surprised him. He couldn't tell if she was serious or not, though he likely guessed that she was just building her own courage with a little joking bravado. He even managed to laugh a little when she claimed that he'd owe her a shopping spree if Torn ruffled her clothes. It didn't matter to him whether she was serious about that or not. If they didn't survive, it wouldn't matter what state her clothes were in.

She stepped into the street and positioned herself in the open as she began to charge a signature attack that he'd seen even in his own time. It had been quite popular, enough so that it lasted the test of ages, it seemed. He recognized the stance immediately and his eyes went wide. He was quite impressed that she could use such a technique. For now he said nothing and dropped to a kneeling position. He pointed both palms away from himself at chest level and kept his eyes shut. His mind focused in on the presence of Chi Chi and of Torn. He noted the lack of screaming coming from the medical building anymore. Did that mean Hercule had already perished. He frowned and scowled, even with his eyes closed. He hoped that wasn't the case. With his eyes closed and sense attuned elsewhere, however, the human warrior hadn't noticed the drunken ally that stumbled out and mistakenly took Chi Chi for someone else only to sweep her off her feet in his drunken stupor. As he noted Chi Chi's energy released and the blast shooting into the sky, he opened his eyes quickly and stared at the one responsible. He was a harmless fool, but he'd just potentially sent them all to their deaths without even realizing. He still had his hidden position, though. Maybe they could still pull something off. Maybe. If Chi Chi could break away from the fool that was carrying her, they might save all their lives with a sneak attack.

[princesschichi]

The attention was on Chichi now who had just prepared her attack. {I wish I could make Torn eat this blast sandwich. He'd probably like it too. Not many people can resist my cooking.} Her mind had a way of humoring her when it came to tense situations. Even her joke, did not elude her from being focused on the task beforehand. What she had not noticed was the bumbling idiot who was closing in on her.

"Lets see what Torn thinks of ......." As soon as she said that, she felt herself be shoved forward with someone's arms tightly around her. The blast she had collected in her hand was thrusted into the air with full force. It had missed its intended target, but now Chichi's mind had wandered on to what was happening with her.

Tension and anger started to build within Chichi's core. She wanted to curse and punch for being shoved and now embraced. For a moment, she had seen the orange gi and thought it was someone else which had for just a split second calmed her. It would have been better for the person's sake if it was who she was thinking of. However, it was not because it took one sniff of the alcohol for Chichi to know it was not Goku.

The person was drunk. She immediately pushed her hands into the man's chest so hard that it caused the man to tumble over onto his behind. Once she had seen who it was, she could not help but scream in frustration.

"YAMCHA? YOU IDIOT! CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING BESIDES BE A PERVERSE, MUSCLE HEADED BUM UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Everyone in the area had fallen over from her sudden rage. She had yelled so loud that anyone in a two mile radius could hear it. Not just that, but her voice had echoed off the tall skyscrapers in the area. These were the type of fighters she had often wanted her son to stay away from, but her husband insisted that they were intelligent. Yeah..sure.

Chichi had completely forgotten about Torn and Malachi, which was bad. She wanted to rip Yamcha's arms off for having hugged her especially it was him who had confessed he loved her as a young child. She closed her hand in a fist in frustration and rage. There was no turning back for Yamcha.

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Yamcha was in an other world bliss in the embrace of a woman who he had yet to notice was not Bulma. His world would come crashing down as he was shoved into the pavement without a warning. Being on the floor, his vision had remained blurry. Medicine for his cleared vision would come soon enough.

A loud, familiar yelling had alerted him to his bad situation. Whatever problems he had befor were now worse. His vision had cleared to see that he had hugged his best friend's wife who happened to be a feared woman on the planet. Even his friend was afraid of her. He hopped onto his feet into desperation. His hands placed in front of him in a pleading gesture.

"I AMMM so sorry Chichi! Please I am sorry. I thought you were Bulma. You know how bad our break up was...okay I didn't tell you, but PLEASE it is all just a misunderstanding." He let out a nervous laugh to ease the tension. Laughter and gossip were the last things anyone wanted to hear when they were about to die. Yamcha who was a super human himself had not noticed the danger he was in.

Chichi and Yamcha were left bickering over the situation. Chichi had forgotten about Torn and Yamcha had not known about Torn.

Torn was glancing at the palm of his hand. He just needed something to alert him of Chichi's presence. His vision had momentarily glanced at someone else with her, but it was no matter. Vengeance and revenge were on his mind. Anyone who got in the way would perish.

A nurse's scream caught Torn's attention. There were many windows in the hospital that gave Torn perfect vision of the city. A ball of energy skyrockted past the glass cracking it. Torn watched it with little concern, but a wicked smile did come onto his face. He knew exactly who had fired it, but her aim had suffered. Was she even aiming at him? Even if she was, he would have to let her know she had to work on it.

If the ball of energy did not alert Torn to her presence, the familiar yelling did. He started to chuckle to himself.

"This is wayyyy too easy. Come on I thought she'd be smarter than this. Oh well I'll pay her a visit." He had a twisted sense of humor. Like all villains, he laughed at his own jokes. Using his solid hard body and armor, he charged the window like a raging bull. No one was suspecting this action from him. Nurses in the hospital were shouting at his suicidal jump. He slammed into the window and fell towards the ground below where Yamcha and Chichi were bickering.

Shards of glass fell upon unsuspecting victims from the glass he had just broken with his body. With his weight, he had fallen to the ground quickly. He had no intentions of stopping himself. He wanted everyone to feel his wrath as he fell to the ground.

As if it were perfectly planned when he jumped, his body slammed in between Yamcha and Chichi who were still arguing as he landed. He had landed in a crouching position. The pavement beneath him was not spared. It had caved in from his sheer body.

Chichi was the first one to stop whatever she was saying and stare in shock. She was completely off guard. Yamcha, however, had been more intruiged by the presence of Torn. His blurred vision had returned and for a moment he had thought it was Vegeta for the spikey hair.

The fearful expression on Chichi's face excited him. He barely had time to notice Malachi's or Yamcha's.

"Boo?" He said with

"I'm not interrupting anything am I?"

One boy in the crowd with his mom had to comment on Torn's epic entrance.

"MOM THAT WAS SO COOL! JUST LIKE THE SUPER HEROES I SEE ON T.V!" His mom grasped the boy by the ear and dragged him with her.