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* DBZ: Visitor From Home *
* By Mark "Zorpheus" Piper *
* E-mail: sumo_man@softhome.net *
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Short background info/Disclaimer
--------------------------------
This fanfic takes place at the beginning of the Android Saga during the
three years of training, with the exception that Trunks is actually
present during this time, instead of going back to the future
immediately after his warnings. Don't even bother questioning the
continuity issues this causes, because I'm treating this Fanfic's story
like a traditional DBZ movie, where absolutely no continuity exists. =)
Without further ado, onto the story.
Prologue
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A storm raged above Earth, the fiercest storm the area has had for
quite some time. Rain pelted the earth in sheets, and the sound of
thunder reverberated through the air in almost a constant rumble.
Animals ran for cover to avoid being caught up in the storm's fury.
In the middle of the storm, an object falls to the earth at
breakneck speed and slams into the ground, leaving a small crater.
Within a moment, the crater is filled with a faint red light.
The rain continued uninterrupted.
Chapter 1: Unexpected Training Partner
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Gohan sighed at his desk, looking out the window at the hard rain.
He wished it would end so he could go back to training with his dad and
Piccolo. Instead, he was cooped up in his room, and his mom saw this as
a perfect time to make him study.
Of course, Goku also had to stay out of the rain. It was no
wonder to Gohan what he was doing either, because he could hear his mom
yelling at him that "Gohan should spend less time playing martial arts
and more time studying for his future!".
Gohan couldn't think about studying. Not when it was so important
that they prepare for the Androids. He couldn't understand how his mom
could think that sitting over a desk doing Long Division is more
important than saving the world from certain destruction. She called it
"responsibility", but he was also responsible for protecting the earth.
Why couldn't his mom see that?
The only person who was free from ChiChi's wrath (for the moment,
anyway) was Piccolo, who trained outside despite the pouring rain.
Gohan admired him as a hero, being the strongest being on Earth other
than his Dad and maybe Vegeta. He remembered his training under Piccolo
in preparation for Vegeta's arrival as if it were yesterday.
Gohan sighed again. He sometimes preferred the proud and strict
Piccolo to his overbearing mom. He loved his mom, but he wished she
would let up every once in a while.
With great effort, Gohan moved on to the next math problem.
345,763 divided by 31 is...
Piccolo jumped back, barely dodging a Makankosappo aimed straight
at his stomach, and then sprang forward to close the gap and deliver a
knee smash to his opponent's abdomen. He didn't expect the move to
succeed, though, and sure enough, the knee was blocked and returned in
kind with a punch to his face. A wild fury of punching and kicking
between him and his attacker ensued, with neither side gaining any
advantage.
It was expected. Every time Piccolo fought his own split form, it
was a stalemate, as naturally, both Piccolos were evenly matched. It
made for an excellent sparring partner when no one else was around.
Unfortunately, ChiChi insisted on keeping both Goku and Gohan indoors,
so he had to make due with fighting himself.
It was during this wild melee when something deep inside Piccolo
sounded an alarm. Both Piccolos stopped fighting. One looked to the
other. "Did you sense that?"
The other nodded and growled. "Yeah. A power level, heading this
way. I don't recognize it... and it's more powerful than I would like."
The two exchanged glances and then proceeded to merge back into
one Piccolo. Soon, Piccolo was whole, and looked off into the storm.
The rain was so heavy as to completely soak his clothing, so he knew
that another ki signature out in the rain would not be off for a casual
stroll.
Despite the rain, Piccolo spotted a dot growing on the horizon.
He could make out that the oncomer was wearing gray robes, probably for
rain protection, but he couldn't make out anything else. The robes also
concealed much of the person's figure.
Eventually, the gray-robed figure came to a stop in front of
Piccolo and coasted down to the ground. Even at close, Piccolo couldn't
see much of the figure through the loose-fitting hooded robe. He could
see the lower half of the person's face, however, and noticed that the
person had black hair and Caucasian-colored skin. However, the human-
like features did not comfort him, as there was a frown on that face.
Then, it abruptly turned to a smile. "Why did you have to
interrupt your little battle on my account?" said a distinctively female
voice, "I just wanted to watch."
Piccolo growled. "Who are you and what do you want?"
The smile didn't waiver. "Oh, just an aimless traveler, looking
for some entertainment. Well, what are you waiting for? Continue
fighting!"
Piccolo just stared at the hooded woman, not knowing what to make
of her. The voice was totally unfamiliar, and this woman possessed
power beyond that of a typical human. Why hasn't this person shown up
before? Where did she come from?
Suddenly, he remembered Trunks' prophecy about the androids. How
they looked completely human, but were the most powerful things the
galaxy has ever known. Piccolo's blood ran cold and his eyes widened.
Is this one of those androids? He found himself yelling, "No... It's
too early!"
The woman pulled her cloak back enough to reveal her golden-
colored eyes, which clearly showed confusion. "Too early to continue
fighting? Why? Are you tired or something?" She sounded disappointed.
Piccolo was too filled with dread to answer.
She sighed. "Fine then, if you won't fight yourself, I'll fight
you. I hope you're strong enough. I like my fights to be even."
Piccolo came to his senses, realizing the danger he was in. "I'm
not going to hand the earth to you without a fight!"
The woman raised an eyebrow. "I'm not even going to pretend to
know what you're talking about." With that, she began to power up...
A million warning signals sounded in Gohan's brain at once, and he
looks up from his studies with a jolt. Another power was out there,
other than Piccolo. He couldn't judge its intent or whom it was from,
but it was strong. The magnitude of this power is like what he feels
while his dad is a Super Saiyan.
But it was impossible. How could someone that strong be on Earth
with nobody knowing?
At around the same time, the warning signals went off on Goku's
brain. He felt the unfamiliar ki signature, but before he could ponder
what it means, ChiChi screamed in his ear, "LISTEN TO ME WHEN I'M
TALKING TO YOU!"
Goku fell out of the chair he was in. "Umm, sorry. You were
talking about fighting space invaders without Gohan's help?"
Even as he listened to ChiChi's endless rant, Goku kept at least
part of his mind glued to the strange ki signature, hoping that Piccolo
can hold whoever it is off until ChiChi is finished.
Piccolo almost couldn't believe what he was sensing. The
stranger's power level had shot up to a level that rivaled Goku as a
Super Saiyan, though she showed no sign of changing into that form. The
sheer force caused by the charge made him cover his face, and he could
feel the ground tremble.
When it was all over, the woman stood there within a red-orange
field of ki with her arms crossed. "Well?"
This was going to be a hard fight indeed.
Piccolo decided to test this woman's defenses by charging forward
with a quick punch. He didn't get within one foot of her before she
leaped over his head and kicked him squarely in the back, sending him
sprawling forward about 50 feet before finally skidding to a stop. It
happened so fast that only at the end of the trip did Piccolo realize he
was hit.
Piccolo started to get up, but the woman launched herself forward,
pulling back her foot and giving Piccolo a powerful kick in the butt.
Piccolo was launched in the air roaring in pain, and he could hear the
woman laughing hysterically.
By the time Piccolo reversed his momentum and came to a halt in
the air, the woman was still laughing her head off, rolling around in
the wet earth. Piccolo growled out, "MAKANKOSAPPO!" sending a beam of
spiraling orange energy shooting towards the woman.
He thought for a moment that the beam would actually hit her
because she was too busy laughing, but at the last second, she abruptly
stopped laughing and countered the beam with a red-orange blast of
energy. The two attacks met head on and exploded practically in the
woman's face.
Piccolo floated there in the rain, thinking perhaps the woman's
counter was too late and she was killed in the explosion. However, the
smoke cleared, and she was still there. Worse yet, she seemed
completely untouched by the blast, minus a few scorch marks on her
robes.
The woman looked down on her robes in annoyance. "Hey! Don't
burn my rain robe! You wouldn't want rain to get on my beautiful
clothes, now, would you?"
Piccolo was taken aback. "Well, I..."
Within an instant, a red orange ki discharge was in her hand, and
in another instant, it was heading straight for Piccolo. He put his
hands forward just in time to catch the discharge, but it was more
powerful than he expected, sending him flying backwards.
The woman waved at him as he flew back. "It was a nice fight, but
I don't want to muss my appearance for Kakkarot! See ya!"
With that, she resumed her flight in the direction of the Son
family's house, while Piccolo was helplessly grappling with the mass of
ki she left for him and wondering how or why the stranger knew Goku's
Saiyan name...
* DBZ: Visitor From Home *
* By Mark "Zorpheus" Piper *
* E-mail: sumo_man@softhome.net *
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Short background info/Disclaimer
--------------------------------
This fanfic takes place at the beginning of the Android Saga during the
three years of training, with the exception that Trunks is actually
present during this time, instead of going back to the future
immediately after his warnings. Don't even bother questioning the
continuity issues this causes, because I'm treating this Fanfic's story
like a traditional DBZ movie, where absolutely no continuity exists. =)
Without further ado, onto the story.
Prologue
-------------
A storm raged above Earth, the fiercest storm the area has had for
quite some time. Rain pelted the earth in sheets, and the sound of
thunder reverberated through the air in almost a constant rumble.
Animals ran for cover to avoid being caught up in the storm's fury.
In the middle of the storm, an object falls to the earth at
breakneck speed and slams into the ground, leaving a small crater.
Within a moment, the crater is filled with a faint red light.
The rain continued uninterrupted.
Chapter 1: Unexpected Training Partner
--------------------------------------
Gohan sighed at his desk, looking out the window at the hard rain.
He wished it would end so he could go back to training with his dad and
Piccolo. Instead, he was cooped up in his room, and his mom saw this as
a perfect time to make him study.
Of course, Goku also had to stay out of the rain. It was no
wonder to Gohan what he was doing either, because he could hear his mom
yelling at him that "Gohan should spend less time playing martial arts
and more time studying for his future!".
Gohan couldn't think about studying. Not when it was so important
that they prepare for the Androids. He couldn't understand how his mom
could think that sitting over a desk doing Long Division is more
important than saving the world from certain destruction. She called it
"responsibility", but he was also responsible for protecting the earth.
Why couldn't his mom see that?
The only person who was free from ChiChi's wrath (for the moment,
anyway) was Piccolo, who trained outside despite the pouring rain.
Gohan admired him as a hero, being the strongest being on Earth other
than his Dad and maybe Vegeta. He remembered his training under Piccolo
in preparation for Vegeta's arrival as if it were yesterday.
Gohan sighed again. He sometimes preferred the proud and strict
Piccolo to his overbearing mom. He loved his mom, but he wished she
would let up every once in a while.
With great effort, Gohan moved on to the next math problem.
345,763 divided by 31 is...
Piccolo jumped back, barely dodging a Makankosappo aimed straight
at his stomach, and then sprang forward to close the gap and deliver a
knee smash to his opponent's abdomen. He didn't expect the move to
succeed, though, and sure enough, the knee was blocked and returned in
kind with a punch to his face. A wild fury of punching and kicking
between him and his attacker ensued, with neither side gaining any
advantage.
It was expected. Every time Piccolo fought his own split form, it
was a stalemate, as naturally, both Piccolos were evenly matched. It
made for an excellent sparring partner when no one else was around.
Unfortunately, ChiChi insisted on keeping both Goku and Gohan indoors,
so he had to make due with fighting himself.
It was during this wild melee when something deep inside Piccolo
sounded an alarm. Both Piccolos stopped fighting. One looked to the
other. "Did you sense that?"
The other nodded and growled. "Yeah. A power level, heading this
way. I don't recognize it... and it's more powerful than I would like."
The two exchanged glances and then proceeded to merge back into
one Piccolo. Soon, Piccolo was whole, and looked off into the storm.
The rain was so heavy as to completely soak his clothing, so he knew
that another ki signature out in the rain would not be off for a casual
stroll.
Despite the rain, Piccolo spotted a dot growing on the horizon.
He could make out that the oncomer was wearing gray robes, probably for
rain protection, but he couldn't make out anything else. The robes also
concealed much of the person's figure.
Eventually, the gray-robed figure came to a stop in front of
Piccolo and coasted down to the ground. Even at close, Piccolo couldn't
see much of the figure through the loose-fitting hooded robe. He could
see the lower half of the person's face, however, and noticed that the
person had black hair and Caucasian-colored skin. However, the human-
like features did not comfort him, as there was a frown on that face.
Then, it abruptly turned to a smile. "Why did you have to
interrupt your little battle on my account?" said a distinctively female
voice, "I just wanted to watch."
Piccolo growled. "Who are you and what do you want?"
The smile didn't waiver. "Oh, just an aimless traveler, looking
for some entertainment. Well, what are you waiting for? Continue
fighting!"
Piccolo just stared at the hooded woman, not knowing what to make
of her. The voice was totally unfamiliar, and this woman possessed
power beyond that of a typical human. Why hasn't this person shown up
before? Where did she come from?
Suddenly, he remembered Trunks' prophecy about the androids. How
they looked completely human, but were the most powerful things the
galaxy has ever known. Piccolo's blood ran cold and his eyes widened.
Is this one of those androids? He found himself yelling, "No... It's
too early!"
The woman pulled her cloak back enough to reveal her golden-
colored eyes, which clearly showed confusion. "Too early to continue
fighting? Why? Are you tired or something?" She sounded disappointed.
Piccolo was too filled with dread to answer.
She sighed. "Fine then, if you won't fight yourself, I'll fight
you. I hope you're strong enough. I like my fights to be even."
Piccolo came to his senses, realizing the danger he was in. "I'm
not going to hand the earth to you without a fight!"
The woman raised an eyebrow. "I'm not even going to pretend to
know what you're talking about." With that, she began to power up...
A million warning signals sounded in Gohan's brain at once, and he
looks up from his studies with a jolt. Another power was out there,
other than Piccolo. He couldn't judge its intent or whom it was from,
but it was strong. The magnitude of this power is like what he feels
while his dad is a Super Saiyan.
But it was impossible. How could someone that strong be on Earth
with nobody knowing?
At around the same time, the warning signals went off on Goku's
brain. He felt the unfamiliar ki signature, but before he could ponder
what it means, ChiChi screamed in his ear, "LISTEN TO ME WHEN I'M
TALKING TO YOU!"
Goku fell out of the chair he was in. "Umm, sorry. You were
talking about fighting space invaders without Gohan's help?"
Even as he listened to ChiChi's endless rant, Goku kept at least
part of his mind glued to the strange ki signature, hoping that Piccolo
can hold whoever it is off until ChiChi is finished.
Piccolo almost couldn't believe what he was sensing. The
stranger's power level had shot up to a level that rivaled Goku as a
Super Saiyan, though she showed no sign of changing into that form. The
sheer force caused by the charge made him cover his face, and he could
feel the ground tremble.
When it was all over, the woman stood there within a red-orange
field of ki with her arms crossed. "Well?"
This was going to be a hard fight indeed.
Piccolo decided to test this woman's defenses by charging forward
with a quick punch. He didn't get within one foot of her before she
leaped over his head and kicked him squarely in the back, sending him
sprawling forward about 50 feet before finally skidding to a stop. It
happened so fast that only at the end of the trip did Piccolo realize he
was hit.
Piccolo started to get up, but the woman launched herself forward,
pulling back her foot and giving Piccolo a powerful kick in the butt.
Piccolo was launched in the air roaring in pain, and he could hear the
woman laughing hysterically.
By the time Piccolo reversed his momentum and came to a halt in
the air, the woman was still laughing her head off, rolling around in
the wet earth. Piccolo growled out, "MAKANKOSAPPO!" sending a beam of
spiraling orange energy shooting towards the woman.
He thought for a moment that the beam would actually hit her
because she was too busy laughing, but at the last second, she abruptly
stopped laughing and countered the beam with a red-orange blast of
energy. The two attacks met head on and exploded practically in the
woman's face.
Piccolo floated there in the rain, thinking perhaps the woman's
counter was too late and she was killed in the explosion. However, the
smoke cleared, and she was still there. Worse yet, she seemed
completely untouched by the blast, minus a few scorch marks on her
robes.
The woman looked down on her robes in annoyance. "Hey! Don't
burn my rain robe! You wouldn't want rain to get on my beautiful
clothes, now, would you?"
Piccolo was taken aback. "Well, I..."
Within an instant, a red orange ki discharge was in her hand, and
in another instant, it was heading straight for Piccolo. He put his
hands forward just in time to catch the discharge, but it was more
powerful than he expected, sending him flying backwards.
The woman waved at him as he flew back. "It was a nice fight, but
I don't want to muss my appearance for Kakkarot! See ya!"
With that, she resumed her flight in the direction of the Son
family's house, while Piccolo was helplessly grappling with the mass of
ki she left for him and wondering how or why the stranger knew Goku's
Saiyan name...
