When she started her senior year of high school, Videl had been convinced that there was nothing life could throw at her that she hadn't seen before. She'd seen it all, knew it all. She was at the top of her game, champion of justice, protector of her city, darling of the police force. But that was before she was a member of an intergalactic peacekeeping force in a completely different universe, sitting on a log in front of a campfire on who knows what planet next to a mutant turtle complaining about cell phone reception.

Life has its way of pulling the rug out from under you, was the quaint cliché that drifted through Videl's subconscious as she opened a can of soda.

"What kind of deserted island have you been to that has a cell phone tower smack dab in the middle of it?" she asked.