Tokyo, Japan

"Musubi! No…" Minato croaks as he cradles his Sekirei to him while his other sekirei battles against Benitsubasa on the bridge, trying to win freedom for his friend and his own sekirei. Tsukiume stops fighting to look at him, only to have a fist slam into her gut. As she flies, Minato can see the symbol fading off her neck.

With a jolt, Minato bolts upright, actually flinging Yume off him and waking up Tsukiume on the other side of him. He is panting and sweating hard. "Minato, what is the meaning of this?" Tsukiume demands.

"Yeah, what's going on?" Yume asks, rubbing her eyes and then yawning, her large chest bouncing a little bit as she throws her arms up in her stretching.

"I can't do this…" He whispers. "I can't go on with being so weak and not being able to help when I'm needed!" He finally says, tears flowing a bit from his eyes. Yume is great, he can feel her love for him through the bond he shares with his Sekirei, but that bond wasn't originally hers to claim. It was originally Musubi's, but the fight on the bridge silenced Musubi, and in her place came Yume. He shakes his head and looks at them. "I've been thinking about this for a while now, ever since the fight on the bridge. I'm going to become a saiyan. When I do that, I will have the strength to protect you, to make sure I'm not…a liability again." He says.

"Sheer foolishness!" Tsukiume says, pelting him with cold water. "We are Sekirei. We defend you! Not the other way around!"

Yume gently pokes Minato's shoulder. "I think you hit him too hard. He's out cold."

Tsukiume sighs. She has wished for a stronger, more manly version of Minato every now and then, but to have him just out and say it, it makes her feel responsible…especially since she already feels responsible for Musubi's death on the bridge. If she had acted as a true wife, if she had supported him from the get go, Musubi would still be here.

Yume also feels sad at the loss of Musubi and does every time she sees her beloved Ashikabe cry over her loss. She flashes back to that rescue mission where she and Karasuba had raided a Blackwater guarded site in order to rescue the young Musubi. They had gone through the mercenaries like a hot knife through butter only to find the young Sekirei dead, her core deactivated. She had made the sacrifice to save the girl, putting her core in the young girl's body.

She can feel it still, the dead core inside her, the core that she had resparked by giving Musubi her own core so long ago. It used to be that two cores shone in this Sekirei, separate but sharing all. Now there's only one. She looks at the sleeping…unconscious, knocked out by Tsukiume's water, but still sleeping…Minato and smiles, once again renewing the pledge in her mind that she would love this man twice as much as she normally would, just for Musubi.

It was all for nothing though. In the morning, Minato rises with a firey purpose in his eyes and tells Miya he is leaving for Saiyan Conversion so he can protect those he cares about. Miya nods. "Alright, I wish you luck in your new life and will allow your Sekirei to stay here as long as they assist with the chores. Come back to us soon." She says. He leaves the house with that same determination, leaving behind four upset Sekirei who had gone blue in the face during the day trying to talk him out of it.

"How couldst thou allow him to leave so easily, Miya?!" Tsukiume yells at her landlady, very clearly upset by this.

Miya simply smiles to her. "It's his decision, not ours. I can't say that I blame him for it either, not after listening to his reasons while you were yelling at him all morning." She says, then holds a hand up to her mouth to mask her grin. A terrifying monster mask comes up behind her. "It was enough to almost overlook the fact that you have not started on your chores this morning."

Tsukiume gulps and quickly rushes off to change into her house work clothes.

Miya sighs as she lowers her hand back down. Despite the strong front she was putting forward, she is deeply troubled. The fight on the bridge had affected the mild mannered Minato far worse than she could have possibly imagined. The reactivation of number 8 was also slightly disturbing but not unseen. There's a lot about Sekirei that Minaka and his company don't know. There are many ashikabe in the city, who ought to know, that don't know either. Minato was the only 'powerful' ashikabe who was close to understanding it. She looks towards the downtown area as Minato heads off and sighs, feeling really and truly sorry for the man. Well, at the very least, she can remove the cause of all the heartache for her charges here in Maison Izumo and allow him to return to having his sekirei with him and nothing before him but a life of peace. Tonight, she vows to herself, Tonight I will end Minaka and put an end to this Sekirei Plan that tears apart the lives of so many.

In MBI Tower in the downtown area of the city, Minaka looks out his office window after reading the email sent to him. So, Minato Sahashi is going to undergo saiyan conversion, is he? Ordinarily, no ashikabe would be permitted to leave town in this stage of the game. They would all have to fight and see who comes out victorious. Still, the game is already changing thanks to a little present he has gotten from America. Besides, Minato Sahashi would not be leaving MBI control. A small request and MBI would be the one doing the boy's gene therapy. Then they could put him right back where he came from and see what changes a saiyan ashikabe makes to the game. Minaka grins as he looks out over the city. The game is definitely about to take an awesome change for the better.

That night, Miya gets into her old discipline squad outfit and starts off towards MBI Tower. She is surprised to see, as she heads out of her property, that the discipline squad is waiting for her. "Minaka figured you'd come out tonight." Karusaba, the swordswoman in the lead, says, her blade already drawn. "We can't allow you to interfere with the plan, Miya. Either you back off, or I will force you to." She assumes a ready stance with her sword, the blade sideways, her legs spread for balance. She's ready and raring to go. The two Sekirei with her, one pink haired, the other covered with bandages, prepare to strike.

"I don't have time for this." Miya says, looking deadly serious. She draws her blade and charges. Karusaba swings her blade, but Miya easily slips to the side and slashes with an upward stroke. Benitsubasa screams out as the blade cuts her, starting from the right hip and going straight to her left shoulder. She hadn't even seen Miya move. Haihane shouts and charges at Miya.

"No, she's mine!" Karusaba shouts, stopping Haihane mid-stride. Miya, however, is not in a forgiving mood. She slashes out with her blade twice in rapid succession and Haihane falls, blood spurting from cuts on her chest, right above her breasts, and her stomach.

Karusaba, not caring about her two fallen comrades, charges at Miya. The pair exchange a series of blows with their swords but neither cuts the other. "Give it up! I am as strong as you are now that I have emerged!" Karusaba says, a gleeful smile on her face.

"Is that what you think?" Miya asks sweetly. She then slams the flat of her sword up, knocking Karusaba's blade up and away. Karusaba flips backwards with the momentum of the strike and comes up ready, eyes locking with Miya, who glares her way, sword raised up in the air.

"Oh shit…" Karusaba says as she realizes what's about to happen. She jumps back as Miya swings down, a blast of pure energy ripping through the spot she was just standing at. She flips to the side again just as Miya swings and almost evades the next attack, getting clipped by it. She spins down to the ground and in a flash, Miya is above her, sword pointed right down at her. "How are you still so far ahead of me?" Karusaba asks, her voice strained as she looks at the point of the blade.

"You would never understand." Miya says in a cold, hard voice. She stabs forward and Karusaba's light goes out.

Minaka, standing next to Natsuo on the roof of MBI Tower in the center of town, looks over at the man as he tsks and looks to the side a bit. "Benitsubasa and the others…I can't feel them anymore." He says, then looks at his boss. "I think they were defeated."

Minaka nods, as if this were no great surprise, and pushes send on his phone. "No great surprise there, we are talking about number one here." He says. "Let's just see if the others can stop her. In the meanwhile, go downstairs and tell the staff to get ready. I want to execute in thirty minutes' time."

The man nods, bows, and heads to the stairwell under the enormous clock face. Minaka turns and looks back down onto the city.

Miya walks calmly down the middle of the road, heading straight towards MBI Tower with her sword drawn and ready, dripping the blood of her sworn enemies. These people, and Minaka in particular, they make her sick. They treat these wonderful creatures, both human and Sekirei, as if they are no more than toys to toss around. Yet, the proper authorities in the United Sol government do nothing to stop them because MBI does more than half the gene therapy regimens that turn humans into saiyans, those precious warriors Earth needs so badly to stand up to some evil galactic emperor.

She stops in her tracks as a limousine pulls up in front of her, sitting between her and the tower she is heading towards. It stops and four Sekirei land behind it. Another six land around her. Miya looks around her quickly, taking note of each Sekirei that has shown up, then looks at the man who gets out. "Please, miss. We cannot allow you to go any further. Turn around and go back home." The man says, straightening his glasses on his nose.

Behind her, a block away, another vehicle pulls up. Ten more Sekirei arrive as well. Miya sighs. "So, he has the ashikabes of both east and south to call upon, does he?" She says, then grins at the guy standing behind the limo. "And yet, you do not properly understand the bond between Sekirei and ashikabe." She looks back over her shoulder at the teenaged boy stepping out of his own limo with Mutsu. "You consider the Sekirei to be little more than a collectable item." She looks back at the suited man, "And your boss considers the bond to be little more than a business contract…you are no match for me." With that, she lunges forward.

Texas, United States of America

Half a world away, Red Madison jolts upright from where he was dozing on the side of a hill during a clear, sunny day. He was dreaming about something, what he can't remember but he has the distinct feeling of a blade, of fighting with it. He shakes his head and ruffles the back of his hair to clear the loose grass clippings from it. Now's not the time to think about that, he's got a future to consider!

He's nearing the end of his senior year of high school and things royally suck for him. There's no one that will call him friend, mostly due to him trying, and failing, to stand up for himself against the school full of bullies which he attends. He had been a target from day one and now, nearing the last few weeks, no one has really talked with him and the girlfriend he has is only dating him because, so he thinks, she can easily push him around and control him. How is he supposed to follow in his father's footsteps and defend people if he can't even defend himself?

With a groan he sits up, the ice pack that was resting on his cheek falling off onto his leg. This has to end. At this rate, if he goes to enlist they'll just laugh him out of the recruiting office. He stares at his hands, memories flashing through his mind. His father, the valiant Green Beret. Defender of America's freedom just before he was born, even though most of his missions are so classified that the people will never know what he did. Even now, with the world united, those missions are still classified. He closes his eyes, remembering a few months ago when that pastor and officer had arrived at the front door of his house. The memory brings a tear to his eye. His father had joined the Sol Defense Forces after the saiyans had made themselves known. He had even done well, all the way until he had been killed trying to help free a world under Freeza's rule.

With a quick movement he gets up and walks over to the truck sitting there on the side of the road. He gets into it and turns on the engine. The truck, the last remaining piece of his father that he has, roars to life, the diesel engine working as well now as the day it had first turned on. He puts his foot on the gas and drives off. This always relaxes him and lets him feel closest to his father. He rolls the windows down and lets the air blow through the cabin, smiling as he drives his truck around for no other purpose than to enjoy the ride. He can almost feel his father in the passenger seat. The proud soldier, defender of freedom, warrior of Earth appearing in his mind's eye in that seat, sitting there, smiling to him.

The thought hits him then. What if he turned into a Saiyan? He'd get the strength needed to defend everyone! His stature doesn't matter at all, he'd be changed on the genetic level! And they'd teach him the fighting techniques he'd need! He grins and pats the wheel as he stops at a stoplight. "Alright dad! I'm gonna become a saiyan!" He says into the air, looking up into the clear blue Texas sky. He can feel his father in the passenger seat nodding and patting his shoulder.

Tokyo, Japan

Miya lands on the roof behind a single man with silver hair and a white outfit on. "Minaka." She says simply. "It's time for this to end." She says, advancing slowly towards him with a blade dripping blood, in a blood soaked robe.

"You're quite the fighter…" Minaka says, turning to watch her advance. "I got to watch your boss battle with the two ashikabe down there! Quite spectacular, even if the wrong side pulled off a win. But then again, like all bad saves, it's time to throw this one away and start over again!"

The fact that Minaka still treats this whole thing like a game only infuriates her even more. Her aura flares a bit around her, dark purple energy radiating from her. "No. You don't get to do this, Minaka. You get to die, right here, right now. After that is done, the Sekirei can find their destined partners and live in peace." She says in a harsh tone. She remembers how her love had gone in one day after an emergency call by this man and had never returned. The first name in a long list of things Minaka must answer for.

"Before you strike, have you ever heard of the 'Evil Overlord's Handbook'?" He asks, grinning at her.

"I don't care, Minaka." She says, raising up her sword in preparation to strike. She wants to feel him come apart underneath her blade. She wants it more than anything else in the world right now.

"Number 15." Minaka says, as if she had not told him no and was not about to cut him down. "I will never employ any device with a digital countdown. If I find that such a device is absolutely unavoidable, I will set it to activate when the counter reaches 117 and the hero is just putting his plan into operation." As he finishes this, his watch beeps. "Time's up!" He says happily.

Miya gasps, realizing whatever plan Minaka has is about to start off. She rushes forward towards him, sword ready, only to stumble as she feels her core shut down. "No…" She gasps as she falls onto the ground, falling deep into darkness as all across the city, Sekirei begin falling over as their cores deactivate.

Minaka turns and starts walking inside as two men come running by to pick up Miya's body. She had left quite the body count outside and now, nearly a quarter of the Sekirei in the plan had fallen just to her. That simply won't do. No, it won't do at all. It's time to restart the game. This time, he won't let Miya get out of MBI's grasp. He'll make sure that no one goes near her. Even better, he'll use her to enforce the rules of the game. Yes, that sounds so much better. He breaks out into a big grin as he heads inside to begin the process of repairing and reactivating the Sekirei, in addition to preparing his little expansion pack to the game.

Two Years Later

Issei Hyoudou sighs as he relaxes against a steep hill looking down on the practice field at his school, Kuou Academy. "I've got to say, boobs are the best thing ever."

"I'm right there with you man!" His buddy Matsuda says, looking up into the sky with a far off gaze as if remembering a dream. "Plus, I love windy days like today. The wind gusts up unexpectedly and BOOM, son! Total panty shot!" He says, grinning, holding up his hands with his thumbs and index fingers making a rectangle, as if to snap a picture.

"I know right!?" Says Issei's other friend, a skinny guy with glasses named Motohama. "Plenty of data to record to my gentleman's folder for tonight."

As they sit there chatting, the girls down on the practice field run by on their laps, chanting the foot rhythm as they go. The three perverts stop chatting for a moment to watch the beautiful scene of breasts bouncing underneath white tees.

Matsuda blinks as his watch goes off. "Oh snap, I gotta go! I got places to be!" He says.

"Wha? Where are you going?" Motohama asks. At the perved out grin and thumbs up sign, the guy nicknamed 'Pervy Glasses' jumps up to follow his friend. Issei jumps up too and runs after them.

A few minutes later the trio is looking through a small hole in the wall of the club house for the ladies' kendo club. "Oh shit, bro! Look at those jugs!" Matsuda says in a hushed voice, squirming in his excitement. Motohama quickly lists off the measurements of the girl in question as they stare at the hapless kendo member.

"Guys, come on! Give me a turn!" Issei says and tries to muscle in, but to no effect. His friends are totally locked onto watching this whole thing go down. He growls and tries to move his friends to make a hole, grunting loudly as he does so. It's an unfortunate thing that he does. All the girls inside freeze, one calling out "What was that?" and the others all looking towards the wall. The matter is soon settled as Matsuda yells, "Shit, RUN!" The two others take off, knocking Issei down onto his rear.

"Guys! Where are you?" He yells out, only to have the closed windows burst open. Several angry looking girls glare down at him with their bamboo swords in hand, towels held up to cover themselves. When they attack, Issei's scream of pain can be heard loudly and clearly all over the campus.

In class, Issei sulks in the back in his chair close to the window. He has bruises and bumps all over from those sticks. "What's wrong with those girls…" He mutters to himself.

"Damn son, you got wrecked." Matsuda says.

"Did you at least get to see some nip?" asks Motohama.

"No, I didn't get to see any nip! All I got was an ass whipping for peeping through a tit hole which I didn't get to peep through because of you a-holes!" Issei says, glaring at his two best friends.

"Whatever, I'll let you borrow some of my prized DVD's and you'll be fine." Matsuda says.

A short silence falls between them as they wait for class to start. "Oh, did you hear? We're supposed to be getting a new teacher!" Matsuda says, grinning. "He's supposed to be a Saiyan from America, here to teach PE."

Issei smirks at that. "What's he going to teach, how to eat McDonald's and watch TV all day?" He asks, having bought into the largely false stereotype of Americans being, as a rule, fat and lazy. Motohama grins. "Yeah, every day we get an order of super-sized french fries!" The trio laugh as he says this, falling silent as the teacher comes into the classroom.

"Alright class, settle down." The teacher says as she comes in. "Today we will go over more recent history. Namely, the arrival of the saiyans. Open your books and we'll get started."

The teacher waits for a minute before starting up her lecture, making sure all the students get out their books. "The saiyans' arrival wasn't something widely advertised at the time. It wasn't until the Cell Games that the Saiyans really became public knowledge. After the Cell Games, when the Z fighters managed to destroy Cell, many of the world's greatest martial artists started taking the gene therapy developed by Capsule Corp in an attempt to become stronger fighters and help defend the world. Before that…"

His teacher drones on and on, talking about how the saiyan race was almost dead, reduced to four members before they all came to Earth. How the human race was, through a fluke of convergent evolution unseen anywhere else in the known galaxy, compatible with the Saiyans even though the two races grew up on completely different worlds. How Son Goku having a child with a human woman named Chichi had gotten the Saiyan prince to decide to stay on the world, and the subsequent attack by Freeza Army forces led by an alien named Kwi. That battle had destroyed several major cities, including Los Angeles, London, Paris, and Brussels. The Z warriors had left the Earth to go to a distant planet to wish back the people lost.

On the planet Namek, they had run headlong into Freeza and his elite guards, the Ginyu Force. Only the arrival of Vegeta and Goku had saved Nappa, Krillin, Gohan, and Bulma from being killed. After a long battle, the two powerful saiyans had arrived and beaten the Ginyu's asses back to the hole they had crawled out of. The team had made their wishes and as that happened, Freeza arrived and a battle began. The battle itself ended in a victory for Earth, but only just, with the planet Namek on the brink of exploding, Goku had to quickly leave. He didn't realize it but Freeza was still alive and just unconscious. The tyrant survived the planet's destruction and now, the two sides were locked in a long and bitter war. Freeza and the top saiyans don't fight each other, knowing that whatever planet they fought on would be destroyed and not wanting the waste. So now they sit there, battle lines drawn and only minor skirmishing occurring as both sides eye each other, like two prized fighters sizing one another up before the start of a championship match.

She mentions the cell games, in particular how North Korea launched an attack on Cell just before the games and got absolutely slaughtered. This brings about the usual muttered jokes about North Korea and overblown egos, which the teacher silences with a glance.

As the bell rings at the end of the day, Issei bolts up and makes a mad dash out the door. "FREEDOM!" He yells as he comes outside with his friends.

"Come on man, if we hurry, we can get into the cheerleaders' locker room and into hiding before they know we're there!" Motohama says, pulling on his two friends briefly in the direction of the gymnasium. Issei stops for a brief second as he sees a pair of hot girls walking along through the hallway, but Matsuda immediately takes off without even noticing. Issei stares at the crimson haired beauty, flanked by the black haired, pony tailed beauty of equal bust size beside her. 'Oh man…the two hottest girls in school!' He thinks as he watches the pair go by. The crimson haired one gives him a smiling, sideways look and then continues on.

Issei blushes for a half second before Matsuda's call yanks him back to the present. "Right! Wait for me!" He yells, taking off running.

The Lookout

Red Madison, Saiyan name Bordraab, lands on the lookout next to Minato Sahashi, saiyan name Lattus, with a duffel bag full of his only worldly possessions on his back. Minato grins to Red, who gives a thumbs up. Minato has a similar bag, packed with all his worldly possessions. His most prized possession, a picture of a blonde haired woman with a blonde haired child with green eyes, and a brown haired woman standing next to a red haired woman, is in his armor pocket where he always puts it.

Upon learning they were being summoned up to the Lookout, both of them had put on their best armor and polished up their scouters. Now, here they are, ready for their first new adventure outside of training. They then walk forward to the single person standing there. Vegeta is always an imposing sight, but his wife, Bulma, is even more so. And, given that she is the one who decides who goes where, meeting with her on the Lookout always means you have an assignment.

As the two approach, Bulma crosses her arms. She had been the first to take the saiyan conversion treatment. She perfected it while she was pregnant and immediately after she gave birth, she changed herself into a pure blooded saiyan. Shortly after, she changed Trunks and Goten into full saiyans. Now she watches as two of the more recent additions walk towards her, ignoring the slight shaking of the lookout as Nappa runs the newly converted through their paces to help train them to become proper warriors.

"Bordraab and Lattus, reporting as ordered." Red says, snapping to attention in the military style in front of the Princess of All Saiyans. Minato does the same, though with a wince. He's still got a little of the shyness he had before, but when push comes to shove now, he is a force to be reckoned with. His Saiyan name, given to him because he couldn't come up with a cool sounding name on his own, is something he doesn't quite like. He greatly prefers going by his human name of Minato.

"You made good time." Bulma says, grinning. Bordraab never lost that Texas accent during his conversion process. It's something she likes, being a fan of country music. "Your first assignment is relatively easy in terms of fighting but a bit difficult to pull off." She says, grinning. "Vegeta and Goku have felt a large number of strange power signatures coming from Japan. Some of them are just…different, but others have a darker feel to them." Both Red and Minato straighten a bit at the mention of the Big Two. "Still more have a feel of both light and tainted light to them. So, we are sending you two over to investigate. Bordraab, since you have the higher power level, you will investigate the dark, light, and tainted light powers. Lattus, you will investigate the 'other' signatures."

Minato blinks at this. "These 'other' signatures, how many of them are there?" He asks.

Bulma glares at him a little for the interruption and then answers, "There are two hundred and eight of them. They match some strange powers we felt two years ago, however at that time there were only a hundred and eight." She says.

Minato sighs. "I think I know what they are. You're feeling the Sekirei that MBI set loose in Tokyo."

Bulma blinks at this new information. So there WAS a good reason for this guy to interrupt her after all. "Go on." She says, her tail swaying slightly as her turquoise hair blows in the wind.

"You see, MBI found these beings called Sekirei and has them out in Tokyo looking for their ashikabe, a destined partner. Once they find their ashikabe, they kiss them and emerge, getting access to their full powers. MBI's president, Minaka, has a plan in place in which the Sekirei will fight each other to the death and the winner gets to remain with her ashikabe. It's why I became a saiyan." Minato says, looking a bit worked up at the end there with the reminder of why he's gone through all this…and a bit nervous, remembering the four he left behind.

Bulma sighs and rubs her face, her tail flicking a bit. "MBI huh? That makes this a bit delicate. MBI is responsible for most of the saiyan conversions." She says. "Their genetics facilities are on par with Capsule Corp's facilities and they use the exact same process." She sighs and looks at them. "Do what you can to minimize the damage there, but don't directly act against MBI unless it's absolutely necessary."

She turns to face them fully then, crossing her arms again. "Anyway, your goal is to go in, monitor these powers, and determine if they are a credible threat to the people in the area. If it turns out they are, report it. Don't try to end the threat yourselves. After you report it, we will come down hard on the area. For now, you two will be going in as if nothing was happening. Understand? We cannot cause a panic in Tokyo by letting people know that two saiyans were sent in to investigate strange energy readings."

The two saiyans look at each other, then back at Bulma. "Uh…." Red begins to say, only to have Bulma glare at him until he is silent.

"Bordraab, you will be attending at Kuoh Academy as their new PE teacher starting tomorrow. Lattus, you will be attending Tokyo University. That puts you, Bordraab, close to the strange energies and you, Lattus, in the middle of the Sekirei, as you call them. You two will also be in the same city, so you can help each other out should you need it. Since this is your first mission, Neela will be accompanying you. He is a Namekian warrior that has already had several successful missions against Freeza's forces." At the mention of the name, Neela, a proud, strong looking Namekian steps out from inside the Lookout's main door and nods to them. The warrior continues on, walking over to stand with them.

The two men nod at this, Minato actually glad that the stronger Red will be there for backup.

"Now, get on your way." She says, waving them off. "You have enough back pay to buy clothes, food, and a place to stay. Send the receipts to the SDF office there in Tokyo and they'll reimburse you."

With that, the two saiyans pick up their bags and take flight, heading down to Korin's tower to get a bag of Sensu Beans each. Korin grins at them. "Good luck boys." He says with a knowing gleam in his cat eyes. "You're going to need it!"

The two saiyans, now a bit on edge from what Korin said, fly over the Pacific with Neela in formation with them. The lookout and Korin's tower is located in a medium sized island in the pacific that was previously uncharted. Now it's a training ground where Earth's Saiyans, Namek's Namekian warriors, and the humans who want to use Ki in defense of their world are able to hone their abilities without hurting anyone or damaging anything. "You two know exactly what's happening there so I won't go over it again." Neela says in his deep voice. "What Bulma did not have time to tell you is that several buildings have already been damaged by these Sekirei. The light, dark, and grey powers that you will be investigating, Bordraab, have also destroyed several large swaths of land around there, and claimed several lives in the area. However, the destroyed land is all rebuilt shortly after it is destroyed, and none of the earthlings in the area remember any of the people who are killed by these forces."

That's a disturbing bit of information. "Any idea what's behind it?" Red asks. "And call me Red. Bordraab is only for official stuff."

Neela smirks at that. "No, no clue as to what's causing it. These powers flare up, we arrive to see a destroyed area, and then within a few hours, there's another flash of energy, we return to the area and it's rebuilt. Whoever these people are, they can sense energy. Any time we've watched a destroyed area to see who rebuilds it, no one comes and the area remains destroyed."

Minato gulps a little bit. "Glad I'm handling the Sekirei. I at least know who they are!" He says. Red just groans a bit.

"So, any idea where we can stay when we get there?" Red asks.

Minato grins. "I still have a place I stay at. I'm pretty sure the landlady will have an open room for you two!" He says, giving a thumbs up.

Neela shakes his head. "Just tend to yourselves. I'll be in the wilderness nearby, watching and meditating." He says.

An hour later, they arrive over Tokyo. Bordraab can already feel several 'strange' power levels around the city, a few fighting with each other. "Those must be the Sekirei." He says. Minato nods. "Yeah, I always knew they were powerful, but this?" He says. Both saiyans pull into a hover and activate their scouters, looking around. These scouters are a bit more advanced than the ones Vegeta, Nappa, and Raditz had when they came to Earth. They are designed not only to show the power currently being radiated by whoever they scan, but also to estimate the reserved or hidden powers of a target. What the Saiyans see out there is not very promising. Even the weakest Sekirei is more powerful than Nappa was when he arrived on Earth. Red whistles as he spots a big one. Power level is much higher than Vegeta's was when he arrived on Earth. Neela just looks like Neela.

"Looks like we have our work cut out for us." Red says to his friend. "Where's that place for us to stay at?" he asks, "We may as well get settled in."

Minato looks around, not answering while he gets his bearings. "This way." He finally says, pointing over to the north. "Neela, we're going to head to the place now. Where will you be?" He asks.

Neela looks around. "I'll be just outside the city on Mt. Fuji." He says, and without further comment, he takes off for the iconic mountain.

"I hope he doesn't blow it up…" Minato says.

"He probably heard you say that." Red responds, then the two saiyans rush off to their new home. They land outside Maison Inn a few minutes later.

Red gulps just a little bit. They…well, he really, is about to have his first run in with a Sekirei. He can feel three powerful ki signatures inside that house, all of them feeling like Sekirei. He clicks on his scouter to confirm it.

Minato blinks. "So few?" he says, then raises his voice. "Hello? Landlady Miya? Are you here?" He says as he comes onto the property, Red following after him. They can feel the energy sources moving around inside very quickly, then the door is flung open and a blonde haired woman wearing a black dress with a white underdress that does not have the length to keep her panties from flashing out, stands in the doorway. Her piercing blue eyes widen for a moment, going up and down to look over the men in front of her, then focus on Minato's face, a light blush creeping into her features. "You. You dare finally return after abandoning us for so long?!" Shouts the woman. Red prudently edges away from Minato to avoid the woman's wrath.

"Where have you been, Minato?" The woman scolds as she stomps over to him. "Do you know what happened to us while you were away?!" Two more people appear at the door, a woman with red hair and glasses and a teenaged girl with blonde hair and green eyes, both wearing plain white dresses, though the red head's dress clings more to her body and has slits cut into it so she can move. Both are glaring pure hatred at Minato. Red scoots even further away from him, trying to look innocent.

"Tsu-Tsukiume! I was just…hehe…" Minato scratches the back of his head, then blinks. Something is off. "Tsukiume, what happened? You aren't talking like you used to." He says.

"You! YOU!" She draws back her hand. "WATER!" She yells, then thrusts out her hand and Minato goes flying back as a bolt of water slams into his armor. He lands on the sidewalk next to a plant which suddenly sprouts up large and thick and wraps around him, then carries him back into the yard. Red watches this with amazement as it happens, leaving Minato in place right in front of the angry blonde.

Deciding that his friend really does need his help, Red turns to them and smiles. "Uh…scuse me y'all. Can you tell me what in the hell is going on?"