It has been a few months since the defeat of the androids. The cities and towns of the world have been rebuilding and going nicely as it seems. On a beautiful sunny day, walking down the slightly crowded sidewalks of the city, West City to be exact, a young man carrying two bags of groceries is making his way to Capsule Corps. His bold-cut, lightly purple hair is lifted by a gentle breeze showing off his blue eyes.

"Hmm. It sure is a sunny, cool day and there seems to be more people out." said Trunks as he looks around his surroundings.

"Guess the people have been recovering better than expected." He continues to walk home when he passes by a narrow, dark alley and sees a dark hair, young lady walking parallel to him at the end of the alley. As she passes out of view, a group of tough, dirty-looking punks starts to eye her in the dark alleyway then exchanges mischievous looks to one another before moving to follow her.

"Uh oh, maybe better than expected." Trunks thought as he decides to walk through the alleyway.

As he stops in the center of the dark, narrow alleyway, Trunks tries to get a better view on the situation by jumping up onto the top of a building that helped make the alleyways. He set his bags down and walks over to the edge of the building to see the young lady continuing to walk through backs of the buildings. It is filled with debris, bits of trash, and big pieces of glass that once resembled a mirror. Looking down at her, Trunks see that she had soft, ridged, slick, and shoulder-length dark brown hair. He see, also, from the broken pieces of mirror glass that she was wearing a shirt with long, puffed sleeves that displays her flat tone belly, matching well with the puffed pants and what looks to be a large fur belt around her waist. The lady stops in her tracks, knowing the group of men were behind her, but seems unaffected by them.

"Hey babe. What brings you, a pretty dame, into our turf?" Calls out the leader of the thugs, who had a tall multi-colored Mohawk wearing rugged and tore clothes like the other men. She simply replies, "Please leave."

"And who do you think you are, Princess?" Remarks the leader.

"I said leave me alone. I don't want to hurt you." Explains the lady in a calm and settle tone.

The leader laughs full heartedly, his men following suit. "What was that? You don't want to hurt us? HAHAHAHA! Oh, don't worry; you're not going to hurt anyone. But WE are. Get Her, BOYS!" The group of thugs runs up towards her while she keeps her back towards them. One of them tries to grab her, but falls flat on his back as she flips him in front of her, not moving from where she stood. Some of the other men stares in awe at how easily she had done it, even Trunks was a bit impressed. One of the men among the thugs decides to throw a punch at her from the side, but met the wall instead when she bent backwards and kicks him towards the wall. Two more thugs flip out their pocketknives before charging her, only to end up having her grab the arm of the one closest to her and throwing him at this partner. A huge towering fat man steps up next, preparing to leap up in a 'graceful' performance of a body slam down upon her petite figure; however, he had become unconscious before he even started due to a punch sinking deep into his large fat-filled stomach. Then, as she was punching out two more men, another one, wearing a cloth over his mouth, came up behind her with a pipe in hand and he swings it down at her only to be stopped by...a tail? Yes, she had unwound her belt-turned-tail and used it to seize the man's arms to toss him hard against the alley walls. She had taken out the thugs without moving from the spot she had stood in when it all started, her tail wagging behind her while she still wore a fur belt, only it had become slimmer now. The leader stands there, his eyes bulging out of his head, as he witness the defeat of his men scattered through out the alleyway.

"HOLY COW! I'm out of here! Let's go, guys!" The leader of the thugs exclaims before he runs off with the rest of his men, who carried their knocked out comrades with them.

Trunks stands there, still watching her in amazement at how she had beaten a gang of low brow thugs without breaking a single sweat. Seeing her standing there motionless, he starts to wonder why she still stood in the alleyway until he looks into one of the broken mirror pieces to finally see her eyes. A beautiful shade of bluish green...staring right back at him.

'Crap! She's spotted me!' Trunks thought in a panic before ducking himself out of view. After a few moments, he rises back up to see her gone.

"Hmm, why did I hide like that? And who was that woman? She had a tail so...Could it mean that she's a Sayian...?" Trunks ponders in deep thought until he hears flapping of wings and tumbling of something, like food from a paper bag?

Turning around, Trunks finds three big black birds were currently digging into his grocery bags!

"HEY! Get out of there!" He yells, running up to them to shoo them away. Then after the pestering feathered creatures flew off, he gathers the food back into the bags and starts back off towards home again. When reaching the front yard, Trunks spotted his mother standing in front of the house with a smile on her face.

"Hello, Trunks. What took you so long?" Bulma asks as Trunks approaches her.

"I...got sidetracked. Sorry, Mother." He answers with a crooked smile while holding back a nervous laugh.

"Oh really? Well, that's ok. Oh! I want you to meet someone, Trunks. She's been looking for you for a long time." said Bulma.

"Really? Who is it?" Trunks questions with a raised brow.

"HI!" Yells a voice that came popping out from behind Bulma with a huge grin upon the visitor's face.

'It...It's the woman in the alley!' Trunks thought frantically, paling look of surprise on his distorting face.