<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>DBZ: OC Saga, Episode 01 - First Contact!</strong></span></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i58.tinypic.com/2irapo2.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>The</strong></span>white, puffy clouds of a once peaceful day are broken and scattered as three shining spheres pierce them and scream towards the ground at high speed. They land with an earth-shaking rumble not far from a field. They are not comets, nor are they debris, nor even some top secret government flying machine. These are space pods. Tiny craft that hold a single occupant, made for traveling across the vast reaches of space quickly. A minimum of comfort in exchange for speed and relative stealth. Despite the rough landing, the alien arrival has gone unnoticed by all but a simple farmer who nearly had his crop flattened.<br/><br/>Slowly, the rounded doors swing open. A man steps from each pod, remarkably human but heavily muscled, wearing strange armor and.. is that a tail? Two of them are what one might, while being generous, describe as hideous. They have ugly, mean-looking expressions and their lips are curled up in sneers. One has a long face and squinty, shifty eyes. The other, more square-headed, nearly bald and with a wicked scar. The third of these men is the tallest, and only slightly more visually appealing. His distinctive feature is his long, dark mane of hair. This one taps the small eye piece he's wearing and numbers in an alien language flash across it. He looks off into the distance, at a large reading.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i61.tinypic.com/2wmqf5z.jpg)</div><br/><strong>"Multiple readings between three and four hundred,"</strong>he scoffs.<br/><br/>"Could that be them?" asks the short, square-faced one, following suit and tapping at his own eye piece.<br/><br/>"I hope not," answers the lanky, squinty-eyed one, "That's awful pathetic fer a power readin'. Maybe we're outta range?"<br/><br/>The one with the dark mane nods firmly and flashes a sharp grin,<strong>"You're probably right. Let's split up and head to those power levels. We can always... ask for directions."</strong>He says with a dark chuckle, before he suddenly takes off into the air, heading east at astonishing speed.<br/><br/>"Eh heh heh. I like the way Raditz thinks. This should be interestin' weather we find 'em or not, eh Panbukin?" chortles the squinty fellow as he starts to lift into the air.<br/><br/>"Ah, shaddup, Brock. Just get to searchin'," remarks the shorter of the remaining pair, also lifting off his feet. The two rise into the air and split apart, flying off into different directions. All three of these strange, alien warriors are now searching, but for what? Is it a something.. or a someone? Little do Karra and Ruisan know that they are the intended targets, long-lost members of this alien race. Yet the other Z Fighters will not be untouched, for the three invaders are now streaking towards Tikeki, Ryan, and Cassandra.<br/><br/>A new threat has arrived on Earth.