In Los Angeles, on 478 Stanley Avenue, in the year 2054, a young married couple, Travis Jeremy Marksman and his Puerto Rican wife, Tina Francisca-Marksman, were asleep in their bed on a stormy night three exact years after the death of their two-day-old daughter, Tina Francisca Marksman II, by malicious poisoning. At about 12:45 in the morning after the third anniversary of their daughter's death, they woke up, hearing someone's footsteps on their doorstep and hearing the doorbell ring. When they opened their front door and looked at their door step, they saw a baby-basket with a baby boy, no older than two days, inside with two envelopes taped to the side of the basket. He was crying. Travis and Tina have been very distraught over their daughter's death. She had died just three years ago as of the previous day. The two-day-old boy cried even harder, more out of hunger than the need for comfort. The young married couple looked at the baby boy with pure sympathy and took him into their home. The next day, the couple went to court to sign the boy's adoption papers (he had come with his birth records, but no name), and signed the papers. They still haven't decided on a name.

The judge asked, "What would you like to name the boy, Mr. And Mrs. Marksman?"

"Can you give us one more minute, Your Honor?" Tina asked. "We're still deciding."

The judge leaned back and said, "Take as long as you need."

"Thank you." Tina said gratefully. Then she turned back to her husband, Travis.

"So Travis, what should we name our new son?" Tina whispered to her husband.

"I don't know, hon." Travis replied nervously. "What if he gets killed because of my family curse? What then?"

"Curses, curses, curses. You know I don't believe in superstitions!" Tina exclaimed quietly. "And as long as we're taking care of this baby, I won't let anything happen to our new son. And I'll need your help with that. Do you understand?"

"Calm down, honey, I get the point." Travis said hastily. "Anyway, I was thinking of naming our son after me, like how we named our daughter after you."

"I was thinking the same thing." Tina replied. "So... after you sounds okay?"

"Yeah." Travis said. "Sounds alright with me."

"Okay." Tina replied. Then she turned back to the judge. "Your Honor?"

"Yes, Mrs. Marksman?" The judge asked.

"We would like to name our son Travis Jeremy Marksman, Jr." Tina said, looking tenderly at her new son.

"Okay, Travis Jeremy Marksman II it is." The judge said, signing the papers after putting the baby's new name on the birth records. "Take good care of him, Mr. And Mrs. Marksman."

"Thank you, Your Honor." Tina said gratefully. Then Travis and Tina Francisca-Marksman took their newly adopted son home.

Seventeen years later...

Seventeen years later, Travis, Jr had grown into a very handsome and strong, very muscular young man. He was on the top of the Empire State Building, in New York City, overlooking what he considered the most beautiful city scenery in the entire US. While he was overlooking New York City, his cell phone started ring. He took it out of his pocket to see who it was. It was his mother. Travis, Jr flipped it open and answered it.

"Hello, Mum." Travis greeted. He was talking in a British accent, for he had grown up in England.

"Hi, Travis." His mother, Tina, greeted back. "Can you come home?"

"What for?" Travis asked his mom.

"Your father and I need to talk to you about something. It's about how we came to adopt you." Tina's voice sounded worried. Travis didn't like his mother worried.

"Alright, Mum, I'll be their in a second using my Instant Transmission." Travis replied. Then he hung up and put his phone back into his pocket. Then he put his middle and index fingers together and placed the two fingers on his forehead.

Alright, my place. Think about going to your place, Travis. Travis said to himself mentally. Then, all of a sudden, he disappeared in a blur. He had turned himself into a mass of light. In less than a microsecond, he had arrived home. Then he opened the door to his home and walked in. Travis saw his mother sitting on the couch, her head in her hands. While his father, on the other hand, was looking at a couple of old Polaroid pictures of someone. Travis, Jr came up to his parents.

"Mum, Dad, what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?" Travis asked his parents.

That's when his mother looked at her only son, with tears welling up in her eyes and falling down her cheeks. Travis had a concerned look on his face as he sat down next to his mother.

"Mum, what's wrong?" Travis asked Tina.

"You're not of this Universe, son." Tina whispered, choked up with tears.

"What are you talking about?" Travis asked, suddenly standing up in confusion.

"Read this letter, son." Travis, Sr said to his son, handing him a two-page letter. "Then you'll know what you're mother is talking about." Travis, Jr took the letter nervously. Then Travis, Jr read the letter.

The letter said:

"Dear Travis,

My name is Tecna, and I am your biological mother. I know how awfully shocking it is to hear why you were abandoned to a Universe not of your own. And I have to tell you the events leading up to the writing of this letter to you, and the reason for it:

Your father was a half-Saiyan, and I was a Fairy. But he wasn't from my Universe. He had come from The Dragon Ball Z Universe. Your father's name was Trunks Brief, son of Bulma Brief and Prince Vegeta of the Saiyans. Then my first boyfriend, Timmy, got killed by our mortal enemies, The Trix and Lord Darkar, who killed my boyfriend Timmy with the powers of a demonic force. They also killed my friend Bloom's boyfriend, Prince Sky of Planet Eraklyon. But Sky told Bloom a prophecy that someone from another Universe would come to save our Universe. He even described who the person would look like. And he described that person. But he said it wouldn't happen in this world, that it would happen in a parallel Universe, where the same events would happen to the same people. And when you were born, I automatically saw your future: You were to be the savior of the Magix Universe. You were to defeat The Trix and Darkar. I even sent a second letter with you addressed to your adoptive parents. It was for them to train you in Winx magic. For you have three different powers: Music, Technology, and the power of the Dragon Fire. And plus I told your adoptive parents to train you in the martial arts in order to train yourself in your Ki powers to become a Super Saiyan. But you have an ability of Super Saiyan that your father said was supposed to only be unique to half-Saiyans like your father and his master and friend, Gohan. But he sensed that power within you. He called it Super Saiyan Rage. But he sensed you could further than Gohan, to an unheard-of Super Saiyan Rage Level 4, which your father said was the Super Saiyan Rage equivalent to the ultimate level of Saiyan existence, but a lot more powerful. Though I did not know this before you were born, for your father had died of a heart virus, the same heart virus that nearly killed his other friend, Goku. But I found out about your secret power when your father told me about it telepathically. I know you will be able to defeat him, Travis, because Sky prophesied that you are to be the hero of Magix. Please, my son, please help us. You are our only hope.

Desperately signed, your mother,

Tecna

PS: Please, my son, please try to understand why I abandoned you to that world. It was for your own good, so that way you could have a better chance at life there than you would here, for Darkar had obtained the Ultimate Power and destroyed Magix. Please come and help us. Like I said, you are our only hope."