"This isn't working out," Sarah told Mike as they walked down the hallway after English class, at the end of the day. "I just don't feel the way I should in a relationship."

Mike had dreaded this day for weeks, but also knew it was coming. He sensed something not quite right between himself and Sarah, and his powers only made it more obvious. He sensed emotions better then any human, and could tell what another person was feeling. He didn't sense that kind of emotion from Sarah, and so he knew it was inevitable.

"It's not your fault," she told him. "You're perfect."

Mike smiled at the compliment, but thought to himself, If I'm so damn perfect then why are you breaking up with me?

"I just don't want to hurt you," Sarah told him. He knew that she meant it.

"Too late," he muttered to himself.

"But I still do want to be friends," she added. "You're so much fun to hang around with."

It was all Mike could do not to cringe. The old 'let's be friends' line after the breakup. Sarah had successfully twisted the knife, but Mike knew he'd rather go that route than never talk to her again.

"I guess I'd rather have you happy and not with me than the other way around," he thought, not realizing he'd said it aloud.

She playfully pushed him. "Don't do that," she said through that smile that Mike would do anything to see. "This is hard enough already."

Mike's emotions were slightly conveyed by his look. So far, I'm perfect and hard to break up with. Yet, she still wants to do it. Something doesn't fucking add up, he thought with more than a little anger.

She hugged him for what he knew would be the last time in a while, but what he also knew would not be the last time ever. "See you later," she said as she left the building.

Mike turned around and headed back into the school. He had to go to his forensics practice with Dan, but knew his heart wouldn't be in it today.

After forensics, Mike filled Dan in with everything he knew, which was very little.

"Whoa. Sorry, man," Dan responded. To the casual listener, it might not have sounded like much. But, Mike knew Dan long enough and well enough to know that Dan truly meant what he had just said.

"Thanks," Mike said. "Hang on, I need to tell my dad something."

Mike stopped in his tracks, and concentrated his energy to his mind. A beam that was invisible, but could be easily felt by someone with Saiyan abilities, flew from Mike's head and was intercepted by his dad. Mike had created a thought pathway, where he and his dad could now speak to each other with their minds as though standing in front of each other.

Hey Dad, I'm going to walk home from forensics. Kind of had a bad day, need to clear my head.

He heard his father's response as though coming from his own mind. Okay. I'll see you when you get home.

Mike closed the pathway, and began to walk. It was cold, but Mike activated a small aura, which was so small that it could barely be seen through his clothing. But, it would keep him warm.

"Hey, Mike, do your trick!" Angela shouted as he walked out the door. Angela was a freshman girl, who wanted Mike very badly - and it had only gotten worse since his Saiyan powers made him more physically attractive. He had told her no when she asked him out, but either she hoped for him to change his mind, or else simply didn't get the picture.

"Alright. I like my battle vest, anyway. And this is an old shirt."

As any scientist will tell you, there is no limit to what you can do with an unlimited amount of control over immense amounts of energy. Mike's Saiyan powers were more than enough to power all the major cities of the United States for about a week, so with control over that he could rearrange the very protons and neutrons that made up atoms. He could take garbage, and rearrange the subatomic particles to create other materials. This ability was used to generate a flexible, lightweight battle vest, that was tough enough to stop a .50 caliber sniper rifle round at point-blank range. He could also give it any color. His favorite was a gray T-shirt with cut-off sleeves, usually made of the tough material, and over that a black vest which was always made of the tough material.

Mike began to gather power. Small items began to levitate. Mike began a controlled scream as more energy was generated. His hair began to flicker gold, his eyes flickering green.

His eyes turned a brilliant green, his hair stood on end, a bright blond. He screamed out as he released the power he had gathered into his body, and his muscles expanded immensely. The shirt he had been wearing was instantly torn to small shreds, which were incinerated in his aura.

He relaxed, and his muscles lost their tremendous bulk. He stood in the hallway with no shirt, and slowly began to generate his battle vest. Energy swirled around his torso, and the vest instantly appeared, as though by magic. He then left, thinking to himself that that wasn't exactly a good way to get her to leave him alone.

Mike felt instantly better now that he wore his battle vest. He strolled down the street, a small grin on his face. He paused for a moment at a crosswalk, and began to cross the street, starting to whistle. He had recently learned how, and loved to do it whenever an opportunity presented itself. Suddenly, he heard screeching brakes, and saw a car stop about 2 feet from him. Mike got very angry at the driver's carelessness.

"Hey, fuck-head!" Mike yelled as he kicked the car. He smashed the transmission, and the radiator nearly popped out of the hood. The frame of the car was badly bent in the front, and the hood flew open. The car hopped into the air as though on hydraulics, and then came down again.

"What if I wasn't a Saiyan, huh?" Mike shouted. "What if you had slammed on your brakes in just a bit slower of a panicked frenzy? Then what?"

"Dude, you just fucked up my car," the driver said. He indignantly got out of the car, and punched Mike in the face. Mike never flinched, and the punch struck him squarely in the mouth. He transmitted a few yards away from the car, and the driver was brought with him thanks to the fist's physical contact.

"No, I kicked it," Mike said. He then extended his hand out, the palm pointed at the car. Mike fired an energy blast, blasting the car into small pieces.

"Now it's fucked up," Mike said as he activated an aura. He hovered the rest of the way home, his emotional equilibrium unsettled by the recent turn of events.

When he got home, he wanted to get his mind off of everything. So, he practiced the Henka beam.

This odd little attack was also invented in the anime series Dragon Ball Z where Mike had learned to call himself a Saiyan. This particular attack didn't require much energy, but did require a lot of concentration. This one was more magic than energy. Once perfected, it gave Mike the ability to turn objects, including living things, into food. The beam was primarily used for junk food in the series - candy and chocolate were the only foods ever made.

Mike had gathered some empty soda bottles, and placed them in his room. He transformed into a Super Saiyan to allow himself better concentration, and pointed at one of the bottles. "Candy," he said aloud, having previously decided to follow convention until he got good at it.

The bottle was half melted, and then the attack worked. Mike had succeeded and failed all at once - the Henka beam did what he wanted it to, but now he had to clean a bunch of melted candy goop out of his carpet.

"The things I do for my training," he said as he fired a series of small blasts into the candy, breaking it apart and making it easier to clean up.

"Tonight's top story," a news anchor announced on TV. Mike was camped out on the couch, a soda in his hand and a blanket covering him. He took a sip as he watched the news at very low volumes, since his parents turned the television down before they fell asleep in their chairs - which was very common.

"Scientists say a large meteorite is headed for Earth this very moment. Approximate time of arrival is 3 days. The United States government insists that there is no cause for concern. In other news..."

Mike paid no further attention to the broadcast. He quickly scanned town to see who among the Z fighters were still awake. Dan was up, but that came as no big shocker - the kid crashed at midnight and woke up at 4 a.m. James was also awake, probably playing video games. Mack was also up, and Mike decided that would be enough. Matt had already gone to bed, and he didn't bother to search for Sarah's energy signal.

Guys, it's Mike. Meet me on top of the theater in five minutes. Mike concentrated and mentally sent this message to the energy signals he had locked on to. He wrote a quick note on the fridge for his parents:

Went for a fly

Should be back soon

Love,

Mike

He then transmitted to the theater and waited for the others to show. Dan was there before Mike, since he lived near the theater. Mike felt an incoming message from James: My parents won't let me leave the house. They say it's too late. Mack appeared within a moment or two, and Mike quickly began talking.

"Okay, guys. Supposedly there's a big asteroid headed for Earth. The government says it's no threat, but I think that's bullshit. A little training for the next three days will do us all some good."

"Where is everyone else?" Dan asked. "Only half the guys are here."

"Matt's already asleep, so I'll get him to work tomorrow. James's folks are being dumb, and he can't come."

"What about Sarah?" Mack asked.

Mike's hair flicked gold. Dan cuffed Mack.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow," Mike said as he transmitted away.

"What the hell was that?" Mack asked Dan, bewildered.

Dan shook his head. "You know Sarah's still awake. The energy is pretty obvious, maybe she's training already. But she broke up with Mike yesterday."

The color drained from Mack's face. "Oh, crap," he said. "Dude, I didn't know..."

"I figured as much," Dan said. "No one is dumb enough to agitate Mike like that on purpose." Dan then activated an aura. "Okay, meeting over. Let's go home."

After a little snooping, Mack managed to pinpoint where the asteroid was headed for on Earth. As luck would have it, it was slated to hit Los Angeles. Mike had hoped for the middle of the ocean, or at least someplace desolate. Then they could blast it to pieces and not worry about where those pieces land or how big they are. Now, they'd have to vaporize the damn thing. The government hadn't leaked a word of this, they just planned on hitting it with a warhead before it entered the atmosphere.

Mike saw the missile fly into the air, and after seeing its direction he was surprised and scared to realize this thing was so huge, he could feel it's energy signal. He hadn't planned on this size of an asteroid.

"Mack, go home and get your Fusion ring. We're gonna need Genzo for this one."

Genzo was a fusion of Mike and Mack. The two had longed for these abilities for years, and had designed their own names. Mike and Mack were Lanzo and Genchen, respectively. Since their real names couldn't really be combined into anything new, they combined their Saiyan names - and called themselves Genzo.

The fusion technique allowed two wearers of silver rings made of angel harps to combine into one far superior form. Whatever weaknesses one possessed, the fusion drew on the strengths of the other. This technique produced a fighter immeasurably greater than the sum of its parts.

Mike then felt the power signal fade, then disappear. "Well, I'll be damned," Mike said. "They did it."

He felt the smaller presences instantly, and they were scattering fast.

"Son of a bitch," Mike said. He turned to the group. "Okay! Everyone, hunt a piece down and destroy it! Then repeat the process until there's no more to go around! Highest transformation! Now!"

Dan became a Super Saiyan 3 - his muscle mass increased, his skin tone lightened, his eyes turned green, and he lost his eyebrows. But, as if to compensate, his hair turned blonde and grew in long tufts, extending down to his calf muscles.

Matt became a Super Saiyan 4 - his muscle mass increased even more, especially at the shoulders. He sprouted red fur except for on his chest, hands, and face. His hair turned black, and appeared unkempt except for one tuft which fell over each shoulder. His eyes turned amber, and his shirt was destroyed.

Mike became a Ganguro Saiyan - he developed a dark tan, and his hair turned blond and stuck up in numerous small spikes. His eyes glowed white.

Mack became a Demonic Saiyan - his skin turned gray and served as a type of exoskeleton, he sprouted spikes of bone at his knee and elbow joints and smaller bone spikes protruded from his knuckles. His hair stood on end, then became a gray shell similar to his skin. His eyes were a crimson red.

"I'll take this one," he said in a low, booming voice produced by the transformation. He headed toward a chunk of asteroid.

"Okay, I got this one," Mike said as he flew toward another large piece.

"I'll take this one," Matt said in a threatening tone - also a byproduct of the transformation. He flew toward a chunk.

"I guess I'll go here then," Dan said as he flew toward the last large piece.

The warriors worked with amazing speed and efficiency. Dan held his hands at his sides, gathering energy. He then extended his arms in front of him, the heels of his hands together. A barrage of energy blasts flew from his outstretched hands. The first one smashed the piece into smaller chunks, then these chunks were smashed into even smaller pieces by the other energy waves. Dan managed to smash the asteroid until no more than a cloud of dust hung over the Los Angeles area.

Matt flew at the piece of asteroid he was going to try and blow up. He burrowed into the center. Once inside, he activated an energy aura which blasted the asteroid to bits and destroyed most of the bits. A few pieces about the size of a car were still falling, but Matt intercepted them with blasts from his eyes.

Mack fired a beam from his entire body, and struck the asteroid. Its descent slowed, then stopped. The energy began to thrust the asteroid the other way, and push it toward the sun. Then, the attack bore a hole through the asteroid and it began to fall back to Earth. Mack fired a quick volley of blasts at what was left, and small pebbles fell to the ground - a bit painful, but mostly harmless.

Mike placed his arms over his chest in an X, his middle and forefinger extended. He began gathering energy, and soon a small ball glowed from inside his chest. He pointed at the final piece of space debris, and the ball flew into its center - with a thin trail of energy leading back to Mike. He then extended his arms, and roared out as the energy bomb he had charged exploded, leaving only powdered remains of the asteroid.

A few of the people below began to cheer, and Mike got all of the Saiyans together. He then transmitted back home.