Another fic. Sorry, I know I need to keep up with my others, but I simply can't. This revolves around multiple storylines.


-Videl has no idea who Saiyaman is but still wants to know—knowing the identity of the Gold Fighter would be nice

-The tournament will begin in a few months with all the strongest in the world competing

-Buu will not intervene as he did in the series, but a new enemy no one expected will

-Mirai Trunks is about to go time-travelling again, this time with a companion

-Adia (see my profile) has almost arrived on Earth in Mirai Trunks' timeline

-Concepts from the series will be introduced but in my own way

These little things will intertwine and change the course of events for all.


At school. Erasa, Videl, and Gohan are talking in the hallway. Class has ended.

"So, Gohan, are you thinking of signing up for the huge tournament in a few months?" asked Erasa.

"Ah, no. I'm not much of a fighter anymore."

"Anymore?" asked Videl, frowning.

"When I was a kid I was more likely to fight than to cry," he quickly replied. Videl seemed satisfied. Then she got a call.

"Yes? Robbery? Got it, I'm on my way." Gohan walked off to the bathroom without a word. Erasa pouted and went to find Sharpner. At least he wouldn't leave her alone without a ride.

Meanwhile, Videl and Gohan as Saiyaman had arrived at the crime scene.

"Ugh, out of my way," she said, pushing back a few of the taller guys without any trouble.

"Me or them?" Gohan asked. He already knew the answer.

"You, obviously! I don't need help!"

"No one person should have to take care of all of Satan City. Can't I take off some of the pressure?"

"Sure, when you tell me who you are!" she responded, slamming the last robber in front of her to the ground. Gohan backed away when she turned to him with a scowl rivaling all scowls.

"Look, Videl, I would love to tell you who I am, but no one else can know! I'd have to make sure you wouldn't tell anyone!" This threw Videl for a loop.

"You want to tell me?"

"Sure. But not now." Gohan said, agitated, as people came near the crime scene.

"Then when? I can't fight crime with someone that I don't know. Who's name do I look for if something happens to you?"

"Aw, you care?" he asked teasingly. Videl blushed furiously.

"No! I just figured that it would be one less missing person case for the police! Scram!"

"All right, I'm going," Gohan held up his hands in defeat. "I'll give you a hint. I'm also the Gold Fighter, so you have one less person to worry about. And if you want, we can meet and talk about this sometime."

"Fine. After school, meet me on the roof of Orange Star High School, tomorrow. The gold fighter had the school emblem on his clothes, so I know you're a student there. You'd better show," she threatened with a glare. Gohan cursed himself. He shouldn't have given her that clue.

"Okay, Miss Videl, I'll meet you there!" he grinned and flew away.


In Mirai Trunks' timeline. He had just finished explaining to his mom what had happened in the other time when he sensed a huge energy hurtling towards Earth.

"Mom, I need to go. I sense a huge energy coming fast..." Trunks ran outside. The energy lessened somewhat to the point that it was below his level as it came closer. Soon he saw a dot that quickly became a person. They were moving at top speed so it was hard to differentiate their features until they landed. The first thing he noticed was that the person was a girl.

She looked fairly human. Jet black hair went in a braid down the left side of her head, tied off with a small teal band. One shorter lock hung on her forehead and was white instead of black. Her eyes were black, too. She was slender, but fit, with skin that was not extremely tan but wasn't sickly either. She had fingerless black gloves on, along with a teal top that was a turtleneck but had no sleeves and seemed to be made out of a strange, shiny fabric. Plain black pants that were loose but not baggy were held up by a gold-colored belt. Moccasins were on her feet, which were holding her in a confident stance. Her eyes flashed at the sight of Trunks.

"Hello there. I guess you're not from around here," Trunks said, taking a similar posture. The strange girl chuckled.

"No, I'm not. My name is Adia. And you are?"

"Trunks."

"Odd name, Trunks."

"Likewise." Through all of that, a slight cold breeze blew through. Neither moved anything but their mouths, staying on guard of one another.

"Enough with the introductions. I want information. This is Earth, correct?" she asked, looking around but not moving her head.

"Yes. Why?" But 'why' wasn't just for asking why she'd asked. It was also silently asking why she was here.

"Information, like I said. Many years ago, I was captured by a race called the Mithilri and sent to the future in an experiment. I haven't been sent back to the past, and after learning what has happened, I don't intend to go. I've been researching what happened to my planet and my race since I was thrown into the future. From what I gather, my planet was destroyed and four men were off-world when it happened. Two were my younger brothers, Raditz and Kakarott. The others were Nappa, an idiot I don't feel inclined to talk about, and Vegeta, who I was the babysitter/bodyguard/sparring partner/friend to when he was young. If you can call what we had a friendship. I don't have many details but all my clues say that every single one of them died on Earth. Tell me. Am I the only one of my race left?" Her face showed a guarded anxiety for the answer.

"You are the last full-blooded Saiyan alive in this timeline. Raditz and Nappa were killed a long time ago. Kakarott-he went by Goku on this world-had a son, but Goku died of a heart virus and his son was killed by androids that also destroyed Vegeta. I'm Vegeta's son." She gritted her teeth. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes, but they did not spill over. She glared at the ground and muttered to herself for a moment before spitting words out to Trunks like some sort of vengeful viper.

"Show me your power, then. Show me that you're the most powerful being alive. And maybe I'll consider you're not a disgrace to the name of Vegeta. If you prove yourself worthy I might not try my luck and kill you," she said through her teeth. "Vegeta might never have cared who I was. And frankly, I didn't care about him when we were acquainted. But he was the Saiyan Prince, and he was the best fighter I knew. He had a strange sense of honor within his ruthlessness. He knew exactly how far opponents were willing to go and wasn't afraid to take them head on anyway. Vegeta was a real warrior, and if you're the last living evidence of him, you'd better be worthy of it."

"I know what he was like. I met him in another timeline. He died there trying to kill a monster that had killed me. Both of us were resurrected afterwards." Trunks thought his words would have a calming effect-that she would find comfort in knowing a Vegeta somewhere was alive. But she grew angrier, shaking her head fiercely.

"Stop with your story. I don't want to know what you think. Fight me, son of Vegeta! Show me your power!" And to Trunks' shock, she turned Super Saiyan on the spot.

"Fine," Trunks answered, powering up very quickly to Super Saiyan 2, wanting to end it quickly without killing her. She'd known his father and was Goku's older sister . . . she didn't want to destroy the planet. If she wanted to see power, that was fine with him. But since she'd shown no malicious intentions, perhaps they could be allies at some point. She raised her eyebrows.

"Are males in Super Saiyan different than females?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"Judging from your form, no," Trunks told her, "But this is a form past Super Saiyan." Her eyes popped wide, then she smirked.

"We'll see." And they were suddenly comets crashing in the night sky.


Orange Star High School Rooftop. Videl is sitting on the cement roof. Gohan, as Saiyaman, lands beside her.

"Miss Videl?" he asked carefully. She jumped and turned on the spot.

"Ack, don't startle me like that. Not all of us have special powers like flight and weird super-strength."

"Well, anyone can fly with some training. And I only have the strength thing because of my dad's side of the family. They're all pretty strong to an extent." Videl frowned.

"Well, how can I prove I won't tell anyone about your secret?"

"If I'm supposed to trust you, you have to trust me. I'm not the bad guy, I swear. I'm not asking a lot. I don't expect you to spill about your entire life story," Gohan stumbled over his words as he went.

"What do you mean?" Videl glared, crossing her arms.

"Can we be friends? That would be a good start."

"Why in the world would I be your friend?"

"Well, for one," he said, "Friends don't keep secrets if they can help it. And being friends means that we'd actually try to get along . . . and could work together." He was hesitant. Videl wasn't likely to-

"Fine, then. But I have a condition."

"Yeah?"

"That you teach me how to fly."

"Really? Sure! We can meet here after school and I'll take you to a private place I know. There I can teach you how to fly and how to do some energy blasts even, if we get to that." Videl smiled slightly.

"It's a deal. See you later, Saiyaman." She climbed down the maintenance ladder that took her to the main level. Gohan flew back home, wondering what exactly he'd gotten himself into.


With Trunks and Adia, in a smoking crater that was an already demolished building.

Adia was pinned, and out of energy. She was unable to sustain her Super Saiyan form, and Trunks was still glowing in Super Saiyan 2 with no signs of tiring. Trunks had her down and his hands were in a ready position to blast her heart. She was gasping and hiccupping for breath, having just been taking a ton of blows to the stomach, but still had no trouble glaring at him.

"Well? Are you going to do it or not? I'm at your mercy," she hissed. And Trunks could have ended it there. She wouldn't feel a thing. But Adia looked right into his eyes. Her jet-black irises showed a guarded emotion, seemingly angry. She was cornered with no way out, though, and Trunks could tell that the guarded emotion was not the animalistic fear of nonexistence. It was a determination to live, a rebellion against what she had just stated. Her arms were still tensed, ready to defend or attack with no hope of surviving if Trunks did end it. She had said she was at his mercy-she desperately wanted not to be.

Trunks powered down and held out his hand for the strange girl. She looked shocked and confused, and looked at him like he was about to trick her.

"I don't know anyone who would let me live after all of that," she said, shifting her weight so that one of her hands could reach his, but not lifting a finger yet.

"You're not at my mercy, Adia. You didn't have an agenda against Earth. Why should I kill you with no good reason? I'd be no better than the monsters that destroyed almost everyone I loved. Besides, taking you while you're down would be a cheap thing to do." She squinted at him, staring still at his hand like it would burst into flame any minute, then had a very small smile on her face that was more amused with a tiny bit of relief than actual happiness. She took his hand. A warmth spread through his arm as he helped her up, which he found odd but ignored.

"Would you like to get some food? We can go find my mom and talk at my home. She's probably worried I got killed," Trunks said suddenly. He had been within seconds of ending this girl's life, and now he was . . . taking her out? He blushed for a second at the thought. Jeez, where'd you get that idea? As they flew towards where Bulma would no doubt be pacing the floor, he looked at the Saiyan and wondered exactly what he'd gotten himself into.


Yes, I meant to end both Gohan's and Trunks's thoughts the same way for this. Let me know what you guys think, as this is my first DBZ fic and probably will be my only one.

see ya later!

Flute Chick