Scimitar had a very bad feeling.
*Mewtwo, where are you? I may need some help here*

/I'm trying to find Gordon. I lost after something clouded my senses./
*Well, get over here. We can find him later.*

Scimitar smiled at Kodachi, and needed something to get Kodachi away from 
her. 
Now, what would distract someone like Kodachi away from his charms.
/Yeah right./
*Shut up!*
Thats it.
"Hey, is that Azusa Shiratori?" he asked. When in Nerima, mention the cute 
addict, and thats it.
Kodachi was already out there, searching.
*Now,* he thought reaching for the Dragonball. *Lets go!*

/So, you're thinking.....?/
"Yeah, if I can get all seven balls, I could wish to become the Ultra Saiyan 
like the alternate version of my father became. Then, I could take down 
Alkanphel."
/And where the hell are we going to find the other six?/
"Details," he muttered.
He floated there with Mewtwo, trying to figure out a plan.
"Yeah, I just had to tell Grandma that I didn't need the Dragon radar, and 
this happens."
Suddenly, a newspaper smacked him in the face.
He took a look at the headline.
"ANCIENT POKEBALLS DISCOVERED! ELITE FOUR HOLDS CLAIM ON THEM!"
His eyes focused on the balls.
"Well slap me with a plot contriviance."
/I beg your pardon?/
Scimitar looked up nervously. "I'm not sure myself."
The four balls were Dragonballs. That would mean, that he'd be five steps 
closer to getting them all.
"Gotta catch 'em all." he said with a grin.
/Didn't I tell you not to say that?/ Mewtwo said with a frown.
"Aw, you're no fun."
/So, we just go after the balls, and leave Nerima in Chronos's hands?/
Scimitar frowned. "Shit, you're right. Unless...."

A note slid under the door of the Tendo household.
Akane picked it up. It said "To Akisame."
"A note for you." she called to him.
Akisame took it in his hands and read it to himself. Well, to NAC, actually.
"Akisame, I need you to do me a favor. You're a good fighter, and for that 
reason, I need you to keep an eye on everyone. Make sure to keep the Zoanoids 
from succeeding in any Chronos plans...."

At Ucchan's Okonomiyaki, a letter from the same source, but with a different 
content, waited for Ryoko.

Alkanphel growled.
They destroy his factory. They ruin his plans. And now they spraypaint his 
car.
"*sigh*" he said. It was almost to much for a meglomaniac to bear.
The message was good though.
//In two months, we'll be at Indigo Plateu. Hope to see ya there! 
;p                        }:B
Scimitar               Mewtwo.//
*So,* he thought, *a challenge? Very well then*
"Cancel all projects in Nerima for now." he said.
"But m'lord, the plans for..."
"No. Not until the Saiyan returns. I want to see the pain in his eyes, when I 
tear his friends apart. Also, recall the Akuma. I may need them."