>     There are universes beyond ours.  Universes with creatures 
>beyond imagination.  Universes with power so overwhelming.  
>Universes with beings such as Ranma and Ryouga, and their bitter 
>feud. Universes with feuds that stretch across the cosmos, as with 
>Goku and Vegita's.  Universes with evil, such as Deathgyunos - 
>Bringer of Darkness, Lord of Oblivion.  These universes also have 
>good, to fight the evil, as with Prettz, protecting the legendary 
>crystals from Deathgyunos.
>     Now, what if these universes merged together?  What if such a 
>universe existed in that all the other's where in that one?
>     Here, we will answer that question, and tell the tales of a 
>select few of the beings.  This tale, starts now...
>
>     The darkened highway at night was like the future.  You never 
>know what may happen next.  This night there was only one car on the 
>highway leading away from the city.  A sleek, shiny black car.
>     The car's driver didn't show any expression.  How could it.  He 
>got so confused that he doesn't know what expression to have.  His 
>shades seemed pointless to wear at night.  Maybe even dangerous.  
>But that's how he liked it.
>     Dangerous.
>     The car sped through the darkened highway.  He didn't know 
>where he was going, but one thing was for sure.  Umbrella would 
>surely be there.  They always were.  The night sky seemed peaceful.  
>But he knew better.
>     In the distance there was a flash of light, followed by a huge 
>explosion.
>     Light traveled faster than sound.
>     The city woke up behind him.  Lights going on inside every 
>house.  Panic set in the faces of the residents.  Their multimillion 
>dollar factory was blown up.  The city's life savings.  Gone.  Panic 
>and anger on the faces of all the residents of the suburban 
>community.
>     But not his face.  His face only a moment ago was unchanged for 
>the last hour.  Not knowing what emotion he should have.  He now 
>knew what emotion he should have.
>     Satisfaction.
>     For the first time in days, he let himself smile.
>     The car sped away from the city.  Where it was going, not even 
>God knows.
>
>     "Hey, Rick..."  The all night bar was poorly lit, smelly, and 
>full of truckers.
>     "What Dave?" the counterman answered, whipping out a dirty mug.
>     "Take a look at dat dare thing..." the greasy trucker pointed a 
>finger at the shiny black car that just parked outside, the driver 
>opening the door.
>     "Pretty nice.  What's a city folk doin' way out here?" the 
>counterman put down the mug.
>     "Don' know..."
>     "Hey, Dave, why don't you ask him?" another trucker said.
>     "Hey!  What I say about listening in on other peoples 
>conversations!"  Dave stood up and turned to face the 'new guy'.  
>The guy had only been trucking for two months now, but still hasn't 
>learned to keep his big mouth shut.
>     "Easy guys, I just got the new window put in..." the counterman 
>said.
>     *Ding*
>     The door to the trucker dinner opened.  Everyone stopped what 
>they were doing to look at the city dweller.
>     The dweller looked around at everyone.  His face unchanging, 
>then walked over to the counter.  All eyes still focused on him.
>     "Water," was the only thing the stranger said.  The bar erupted 
>with laughter.
>     "Water!  HA!  This here's a truckin' stop!  Truckers don' much 
>ask for water!" the counterman laughed.
>     "Water," he repeated, face still unchanged.
>     "Look!  Maybe Rick an't makin' himself clear!  We don' have 
>water.  We have liquor!  You want water, stick yer head in the 
>toilet!" Dave walked up to the stranger.
>     "Alcohol pollutes the brain.  Water is much more healthy."
>     "Look, I don' none like to beat on city folk, but yous be 
>pissing me off!" Dave grabbed a chair.  "Now get goin' unless you 
>want me messin' ya up!"
>     "All I asked for was water.  I don't want to hurt anyone..."
>     "Ok, that's it!  Yous dead!" Dave swung the chair at the 
>stranger, but to his surprise, the stranger just dunked his head and 
>the chair missed it's target.
>     "I suggest you not destroy this bar."
>     "Yous got lucky..." Dave grabbed the stranger's shoulder and 
>turned his around, pulling back his arm, ready to punch as soon as 
>he saw the stranger's whites.  The stranger didn't like this sudden 
>roughness, and so reacted.
>     Using the speed of the turning, he brought out his fist and the 
>momentum knocked the trucker to the floor.  The other truckers 
>didn't like that, and started grabbing pool sticks and swinging them 
>at the stranger.
>     *Four half-drunk truckers...This will be easy.*
>     Springing into the air, the stranger flipped in the air and 
>landed behind the truckers.  Stunned, the truckers looked around in 
>confusion, then turned and swung again.  None of the sticks made 
>contact with the stranger.  He had pulled out two daggers while he 
>was in the air.  When the sticks were swung at him, he simply cut 
>them in half.
>     Twirling the daggers in his hands, the truckers dropped the 
>sticks and ran out of the bar.
>     "That's far enough!"
>     The stranger turned to see the counterman pointing a shotgun at 
>him.
>     "Don't come any closer!"
>     "All I asked for was water..."
>     "Water!  HA!" the counterman stalled while Dave silently walked 
>behind the stranger.  When Dave had a bottle raise over his head, 
>the stranger dropped to the floor and did a sweep kick.  Dave fell 
>once more to the floor.  Springing into the air, the stranger landed 
>on the bar counter and kicked the gun out of the counterman's hands 
>and grabbed the gun.
>     "Nice gun..." the stranger said.
>     "Don't hurt me..." the counterman pleaded, sweat poring out of 
>his pours.
>     "I don't want to hurt you.  You wanted to hurt me.  All I 
>wanted was some water."  With that said, the stranger threw the 
>shotgun out the window.  The gun still in the air, the counterman 
>stared in disbelief as the stranger pointed one of his arms at the 
>gun and a beam of energy shot forth and destroyed the gun.
>     "Who the hell are you...?" the counterman asked meekly.
>     "...Can I now have my water?"
>     The counterman nodded.
>
>     As he sped through the night, he heard a noise.
>     "What the..."
>     Then he realized what it was.  It was his souvenir of the last 
>factory.  An Umbrella issue headset.  It must be picking up signals. 
>He put it on.
>     "No boss.  The delivery will be completed by Friday."
>     "Good.  Remember, if he finds out about this delivery, it's 
>your head."
>     "Yes sir.  The G-Virus will be..."
>     That was enough for him.  He had to find out where the delivery 
>was being made.  He'd have to ask Trent.
>     That is, if Trent will help him.
>     The midnight black car sped through the silent highway.  This 
>time, knowing where it was going.
>     Washington, D.C.