<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Now, on Dragonball Z</span></strong></div><br/>Tikeki<em>was</em>comfortable.  Situated atop a building that neither belonged to her or one she lived in with a recent haul of fast food.  The wrapper opened up and the half eaten remains of the sandwhich baking in the sun.  The carboard fry container partially spilled onto the paper wrapper.  She was sprawled out next to it with her right hand tucked up underneath her head.  The left picking at the deep fried spuds.<br/><br/>The sound of birds filled the air as they swarmed the far end of the roof top.  Tikeki was the reason as she tossed the spuds around and even sometimes over the side of the building haphazardly.  By now she had fed the local urban fauna as much as she had fed herself without a worry at all. "Man, all you guys are greedy."<br/><br/>That was until the gut wrenching feeling hit her hard enough for some physical pain to accompany it.  She shot up with a jerk and her eyes took directly to the direction of the interstellar invaders.  Her eyes were wide and mouth slightly agape.  Her hand lifted slowly and scratched the side of her head. "Well...fuck.  There goes my lunch."<br/><br/>