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Chapter 1: A New beginning
All was well in the world of DBZ. The Z fighters had gathered together at Capsule Corporation to celebrate New Year's Day. It had been a year since kid Buu had been defeated and the warriors had slowly slipped into the reigning peace. Only Goku, Vegeta and Piccolo looked like they had been training regularly as it was quite noticeable from their power levels despite the fact that they were masking their power.
There was a joyous mood among the fighters and their family as they celebrated the New Year. They were all there except for Tien, chaitzou, Gohan and Videl. Krillin was there with #18 and Marron. They were mingling with the close friends, #18 still nagging relentlessly over Krillin's hairstyle. Yamcha was there with Puar. He was dressed casually, a boyish grin hanging off his face. Oolong was to be found with Master Roshi in the corner, looking over the new copy of 'Busty Blondes' with regular upward glances whenever Bulma walked past with her short skirt. The laughter of Trunks and Goten could be heard as they ran around the spacious room. The pair was inseparable and they each had a plate loaded with food. Goku was there which wasn't surprising as the one thing he loved more than a good fight was food. This was mainly due to the fact that he was a saiyan. Piccolo stood in the middle, not hostile but indifferently as he was unsure how he should behave at an occasion such as this. He could've remained in the lookout but Dende had kicked him out, telling him that he needed to 'get out more'. He was satisfied enough by eating his food and talking with Goku as they reminisced about olden times.
'It seems like an age when we were enemies' Goku said.
'It seems like an age when we were equals. Now you would completely dominate me in an fight' Piccolo replied with forethought.
'You know that's not true Piccolo. I'm sure you could survive five minutes' Goku laughed whilst still shoving food down to his bottomless stomach.
The Ox King was there with Chi-Chi, his carefree manner adding to the light mood. Chi-chi was with Bulma, the ever gracious hostess as they chatted over latest gossips and the everyday chores of being a wife, occasionally scolding Goten for misbehaving. However even hi-Chi couldn't stay mad at such a happy party.
Vegeta stood proud in the room, his face haughty, which didn't reflect his inner feelings. He had mellowed somewhat to his family and was fiercely protective over them. But he wouldn't admit it. He was the prince of all Saiyans. He grumbled over Bulma, who had forced him to attend this mundane and boring party. The only good thing was the food, he thought, tearing into the cake. Bulma stopped walking and glanced at her husband. Her eyes softened over her love. Sure, Vegeta acted like an arrogant, uncaring, stuck up man but she knew he had changed from the rash prince that she had met so many years ago.
The fighters turned in unison as they detected familiar Ki signatures.
'Hey, it looks like Tien and Chaitzou are here' Yamcha called.
'That's great!' Goku exclaimed. 'I haven't seen those two in a while'. The door opened and the two close friends walked in.
'Hey guys, it's been too long'.
'Too right'. Yamcha replied. 'You may be ugly but that doesn't give you an excuse to show your face'. The two squared off but broke into laughter and embraced. Even Vegeta allowed himself a smirk. Now insults, he could enjoy. Everyone laughed and the party became even more enjoyable. In the middle of the room was an ovular table stacked with empty plates. It should have been stacked with food, but Goku had changed that from the moment he had come. Ch-Chi was so used to this behaviour from her husband that she wasn't embarrassed by it. Then the happy couple Gohan and Videl flew down to the outside of Capsule Corp and walked in, slightly out of breath, with Gohan looking guilty over something.
'Did you guys take a detour or something?' Krillin sniggered.
He wouldn't leave the couple alone. They deserved some friendly teasing. Gohan, who had looked like a guilty schoolboy blushed bright red, igniting raucous laughter from Krillin and 18.
'Sorry we're late' Videl glared at Krillin. 'I couldn't find suitable clothes.'
'Sure you couldn't' Trunks sniggered, setting off Goku to nudge Gohan in the Ribs. Well, he thought it was a nudge but Gohan didn't feel it that way. He bent over, winded by one elbow from his dad.
'Oops, sorry about that Gohan' Goku laughed and absentmindedly slapped Gohan's back, careful to restrict his power.
'That's ... alright...Dad'. Gohan whispered.
Then in an instant, the light hearted mood evaporated replaced by confusion.
'No way' Piccolo muttered
'What is it that I'm sensing?' Vegeta said.
It's a Ki signature, but very faint' Goku exclaimed. He looked at Chi-chi. 'We need to go'. Piccolo glanced at the rest of the Z- fighters, looking grim. They could not sense what he could. It must've been because his fusion contained a being who had been guardian of the Earth for some time. It was an unusual signature, a Saiyan's but with a tinge of a human. What could this mean? He wondered. He needed to see this.
'I'm coming' He growled.
'As am I, Namekian' they turned to stare at Vegeta. He faced them and said 'This damn party is doing my head in'. Goku shrugged his shoulders at Piccolo giving his approval.
'You guys wait here for us. I'm, sure it's nothing serious. Save some food for me, ok Goten?' He said to Goten whilst rubbing his hair. Goten adored his dad, not least because of all stories that his big brother Gohan had told him about their dad.
'Sure Dad, but I want to come with you'. Goten pouted. It took only one glare from his mother before he changed his mind. Goku laughed at this exchange between his wife and youngest son and flew out, the other two warriors following. It didn't take long before they came across him.
Smoke billowed out from the crater. A teenager was lying face down in the middle, his tail hanging limp.
Hang on. A tail. Vegeta couldn't stop staring at it.
'A Saiyan?' He cried, disbelief colouring Vegeta's voice.
'Where did he come from?' Piccolo questioned, to no one in particular.
'That doesn't matter right now' Goku said firmly. 'He needs help. I'll take him back to the lookout and ask Dende of he can help'. Piccolo nodded. Goku grabbed the unconscious boy and faded out of sight using the Instant Transmission technique.
Goku reappeared, several hundred thousand miles away, at the lookout. Dende was waiting outside with Mr Popo accompanying him.
'I know what's happened' Dende said and put his hands over the unconscious boy and muttered, to help focus his power. Pulses of healing energy appeared from his green fingertips, healing the teenager and bringing him back from the brink of death. He spasmed once and blinked suddenly, opening his eyes to a familiar face.
