I've started this 'cause it's something I've been wanting to do for a while, and the rest of my Hard to Hold series just isn't coming. Not right now, anyways. I think parts of this sound a bit awkward, since I don't do as well in 3rd person writing, but bear with me.This is a prologue, I guess, so its a lot shorter than a normal chapter.

The chapters for this are going to be song-based, an idea I stole mercilessly from RunMoogles, who has an awesome Brolly fic. I highly recommend it.

-Just Get Through This Day-

The planet loomed before us, swirls of pale green mixed with white wisps of clouds. It emanated serenity, a sense of simplistic peace and isolation from the busy trafficking lanes between other industrial worlds.

The planet of Namek.

Or New Namek, rather, since the original's premature death at the hands of Freeza, now only a fading nightmare to be forgotten by future generations.

However, his lust for power had not vanished along with him. There were others. Such as those I traveled with.

I took my eyes from the slowly revolving world visible through Blackfire's viewport and looked over at the group conversing quietly on the other side of the bridge. A group of 3 men, essentially the commanders of the ship. -The commanders of my ship.- I remembered. She was technically mine, but… I couldn't think why I agreed to let Revan use her for his purposes. I had a reason at the time, but…it wouldn't come. I dismissed the worry from my mind. Whenever that happened, there was no sense in dwelling on it.

But Revan, of course. The leader of the crew and other officers on the ship. Not that there were many. Blackfire wasn't a large vessel, and certainly wasn't designed as a war craft. But that's what she had become over time. Her sleek, black surface had accumulated a number of battle scars over the past 3 years. Silver-gray scratches and scrapes were visible here and there from laser bolts not even Jin had been skilled enough to dodge.

Jin. The pilot. At the moment he was leaning over the main computer panel, steel-gray eyes taking in readings for the planet's atmospheric pressure, oxygen levels, and other necessities to ensure the planet's safety and calculate any difficulties for landing.

"Kiori."

I blinked and focused my gaze on Revan once more, meeting his grey-green eyes for only a moment, then instinctively lowering my eyes to a vague area around his chest and shoulders. It was the closest I could come to obeying his order not to look at the floor when speaking to someone. I simply stood and waited for him to continue.

"I think we may need you for this in the end. I've heard the Nameks are fair fighters, but physical pain does not affect their sense of…morals. If Roukin and I can't wring an answer from them about these Dragonballs, I'll need you to work it out of them someway. Until then you may either stay on Blackfire or accompany us."

"Where would you rather have me?" I asked quietly, still looking slightly below his eyes.

He looked down at the planet, a piece of crimson hair falling over one calculating eye. "There's a chance you could get involved in the fighting if you accompany us. And I can't have you wearing yourself out again. You'll stay on the ship once we've landed, just in case any Nameks try to sabotage it. After all" he smirked, glancing back at the pilot busily calculating across the bridge, "we know Jin can't hold them off."

"Hey!" Jin snapped, his low tail of white hair falling over his shoulder as he lifted his head to engage in visual combat with our leader, "That was one time, okay?"

I smiled slightly as a light bickering began between the two, bowing my head to show that I understood what I was to do, and looked down on the planet once more. I hoped for their sakes the Nameks would give Revan the use of the Dragonballs before the fighting grew out of control. For all his casual banter in the confines of the ship, I knew his true, ruthless nature. He would leave this world ravaged to get his wish.

On the planet Earth, a young Namekian stood at the edge of a floating temple, hanging high over the planet's surface. He held a large oaken staff, its rounded end trembling slightly above his head from the force of his grip as he strained his senses outward, trying to make sense of the discord radiating from across the galaxy. His home, all his brothers. Something was happening to them.

He closed his eyes and reluctantly withdrew his attention from the mysterious turmoil of his people and mentally scanned the earth below, searching for the power levels of those strong enough to help.

Soon he found them, four large Ki concentrated together. He reached out to the strongest and established a mental connection between them.

-Goku? Can you hear me?- He asked timidly.

He felt a slight mental spike of surprise at the sudden contact, then the Saiyan's cheerful voice chattering away in his mind.

-Dende? Hey guys, it's Dende! How've you been, I haven't seen you in awhile! Do you want to come down, Chichi's cooked lunch for us!-

-I don't eat, Goku.-

-Oh, that's right, I forgot. Man, that's too bad. She made a bunch of stuff. We've got turkey, and potatoes, and these really yummy bread rolls, and rice and-

-Um, Goku? That's not exactly what I wanted to talk to you about.-

-Oh, sorry. What do you need?-

-I need your help. C-can you come up to the lookout? It's kind of hard to explain.-

His voice became a bit more serious as he started to understand that this was a real problem, whatever it was.The young Namek dimly heard the Saiyan's thoughts as he spoke to his friends, sounding like an echo of the clear mental conversation they'd engaged in moments before.

-Sorry, guys. Dende says there's some kind of trouble, and he wants me to go right away.-

Other voices sounded out, still audible in the Namek's mind as he maintained the connection between himself and the group.

-What kind of trouble, Dad?-

-Let me come, Goku! I don't know if there's anything I can do to help Dende, but I want to try at least.-

sigh-Well..alright then. Just grab on and we'll go.-

A moment later the group appeared on the lookout, a few feet from the young Namek standing at the edge. He opened his eyes and turned around to see Krillin, Gohan, and Trunks stepping away from Goku's side, the contact for the Instant Transmission no longer necessary.

"So, what's up?" Goku asked cheerily, attempting to brighten the worried expression in the boy's eyes. It didn't work.

"There's something happening on Namek." Dende said quietly, turning back to look out into the empty sky, as if to read the fate of his people in the clouds drifting overhead. "I've felt it for a few days now, but it's gotten worse. But I can't tell..I don't know what's hurting them!" He burst out desperately, the staff trembling once more in his hand.

Gohan hurried forward to place an arm around the boy's shoulders. "Please don't worry, Dende. I know my Dad can save them. And I'm going too, we all are! We'll find out what's going on there, and put a stop to it! Right, Dad?"

"Of course, son." Goku knelt down by the two boys, trying to calm them both by remaining calm himself. "All we need is for you to point us in the direction of New Namek, and we can be there right away." He placed a hand on the Namek's head, his tone a bit lighter. "And we'll take you back for a visit when this is over, so you can see that everyone's okay. How's that sound?"

Dende nodded, sniffling slightly as he remembered that the guardian of Earth shouldn't be crying, and locked onto the planet's location with his mind, pointing to give a visual direction. "It's that way, Goku. It shouldn't be hard to find."

The Saiyan nodded and stood up, looking toward his companions. "Let's go." They all gathered around him again, and after a moment of concentration, the group vanished, traveling at an inconceivable speed towards the turmoil on planet Namek.

There it is. In it's half-length glory.

Please review! I know it's hard to think of stuff to say sometimes, (for me anyway) but it really helps me know how the story's going over with people. Especially in the first few chapters. Just pick something you liked, something I could have done better, something that bothered you, or something that intrigued you and captured your interest, something you just noticed..anything. Give me your thoughts.