Disclaimer: i do not own DBZ or it's characters however i do own my own characters which i have created for this story so don't sue lol =P. Hello everybody! my 1st fic =D I think it is good so i hope you will to enjoy!

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The Beginning Chapter 1

"BIG BANG KAMEHAMEHA X100!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The almighty SSJ4 unleashed his fury onto his opponent whose strength had never been matched before by any other enemy they have faced. The saiyan knew that it had hit as the wind rushed past his bright sunset orange hair. The smoke cleared and the SSJ4 gasped in horror as the blast seemed to have had no effect on his seemingly invincible opponent. "What!!!!!!!! No way that's impossible it did nothing how can this pathetic human still be alive after that blast Kakarot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Roared Gogeta still wondering how the hell their opponent had survived their attack. "He is a human!!! No human could survive that blast and live to tell it, it just didn't make any sense!!!!"

The human raised his hand and smirked, "Cannon Blaster!!!!!!" A bright white energy wave shot straight from his hand, Gogeta had only just enough time to dodge as the blast roared past him at lightning speed. The stadium crumbled fiercely and shattered around them as the human finished unleashing his powerful attack.

"I don't think this guy is human, he's too powerful to be a human…… maybe he's not a human, but a saiyan! That's impossible kakarot!!!! No saiyan could be this strong in his basic form moron! Sorry! You don't have to yell you know I'm just saying, and besides I don't see you coming up with any suggestions! Were the same person dimwit! And anyway shouldn't we concentrate on the fight?! Oh yea good idea Veggie. Don't call me that!!!!" The man looks on at this unusual outburst completely confused at what was transpiring in front of him, the saiyan however, used this as an advantage and launched a surprise attack at their opponent, instant translocating behind him using all their might to deal a final knife chop to the back of his head ending the match without a second to spare as the fusion wore off immediately.

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One month ago

"What the hell do you think you're doing, you bum!!! Get the hell of my land now!!!!" Hercule yelled as he went to deck the dirty bum lying on the lawn who "appeared" to be asleep, for as we all know Hercule is too pathetic to hit someone who could fight back. Just as Hercule was about to make contact, the bum grabbed his wrist out of nowhere and slung him into the ground making a crater 5metres deep.

In his shock, Hercule looked up to see the bum pulling back his long hair that appeared to be brown because of the squalor conditions he was living in. Hercule was confused as to where the bum had gained such strength, he had no muscularity and appeared to be struggling to stand, plus he looked on the younger side looking no more then about 16, however his deep purple eyes seemed to tell a different story.

As Hercule scurried out of the crater, he dropped to his knees in front of the bum, begging frantically for his life "Mercy mercy!! Please don't kill me it was a joke! You can stay on my grounds as long as you want no rent!" the bum yawned, ignoring him lying back on the ground trying to get back to sleep as Hercule continued to beg " you can stay yes! Bu but on one condition! You fight for me in tournaments we'll split the winnings 50/50! No 30/70! Deal?! The bum gave a side wards glance at Hercule, he smirked, and Hercule took this as a yes. Hercule rises to his feet from his crouched position asking the bums name, the bum gives him a blank expression, ignoring him again "guess you're not much of a talker then eh?" rubbing the back of his head nervously (why does these things always happen to me?!) as Buu tapped him on the back sending him flying several feet through the air.

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2 days later

Darkness surrounded the area as Hercule started to drag his new "companion" into the basement of "Wretched Skew", one of the seediest, deadliest outlets in south city, this club was well known, anything you wanted you could get, a liver perhaps? Yes many of the men that visited this club would be more then happy to sell you a fresh liver, no expense spared.

Hercule dragged his buddy through the bar, stepping over several unconscious men with knife cut wounds through their stomach where their livers "used" to be. Hercule looked on in horror almost vomiting at the sight, whilst the bum glanced down at the half dead men on the ground and continued on walking unfazed by this, he had seen worse on the streets. Suddenly Hercule stopped walking and looked up at a sign, the bum glanced at the sign also "Anything Goes Martial Arts Cage Fighting Tournament" or AGMACFT for short. Hercule walked to the registration office while the bum followed suit wondering why the hell Hercule brought him here. "I'd like to register a new contestant my… friend here"

The guy looks up from the desk "Number 3"

"Number 3?"

"Yes your friend is number 3 meaning he is up after this fight, you have 5 minutes to prepare"

Hercule walked into the arena, the bum looked up at the giant cage in the middle of the arena wondering what the hell he got himself into. As Hercule began collecting bets, the bum looked on at the fight in progress; two very muscular men were firing punches and kicks left, right and centre at amazing speeds, the bum could barely keep his eyes on them, the crowd screamed and cheered as one of the men was hit to the ground bloody and torn falling unconscious, "kill, kill, kill!!" the crowd chanted as the winner dealt the final blow to his opponent ending his life. Several men dragged the now dead fighter out of the cage taking several vital organs in the progress; he wouldn't need them now would he?

"Another fighter has lost to the undefeated champion of his domain! Can anyone stop this brute? Contestant number 3 thinks so!! Come on down!" The commentator boomed as Hercule pushed his "fighter" into the cage.

"Okay there is only one rule in this tournament, there are no rules! Good luck!" the bum nodded then realised what he had just said as Hercule slammed the cage door. The undefeated champion loomed over the bum; his trainer chucked him two scimitars which he swung around ferociously trying to intimidate his opponent as they appeared to be extensions of very body. The bum looked on at this sight uneasy thinking how'd he would like to kill Hercule if he ever survived this, which seemed very unlikely considering his opponent was armed and he was not.

"Got any last requests you pathetic weakling?" The bum considered this, pondering for a few minutes infuriating the towering brute Keith "stop mocking me!!! Now die!!!!!!!" the brute roared as he charged at his opponent, flailing his scimitars wildly as the bum dodged every strike using instinct rather then thinking for he didn't know what the hell he doing to begin with. The bum disappeared and reappeared, landing straight on one of Keith's swords. This just infuriated the brute even more, with his other sword, Keith swung his sword upwards trying to cut the bums scrawny head from his shoulders, but before he could slash his head off, the bum seemed to have dissipated. The brute confused, looked around trying to find his opponent but to no avail then……Suddenly, the bum appeared right above his head with his hands raised together which he droved into the back of Keith's bald head appearing to knock him out. The bum walked to the cage entrance feeling that he had won when Keith suddenly rose back to his feet ushering his trainer to chuck him not a sword but the heavy artillery, a almighty Bazooka, Keith wasn't prepared to lose this fight, not for all the internal organs in this club. Firing the almighty weapon he attempted to literally annihilate his opponent, just before it made contact with his opponents back, he leaped into the air with a impressive back flip, grabbed the rocket during rotation and lunged it back at Keith, the last thing the bum saw was the look of horror and dread on his opponents face and it made contact utterly blowing Keith to pieces.

The bum ripped the cage door open, grabbed Hercule by the throat, and dragged him out of the club, giving him a menacing glare as he did so, Hercule could feel his deep purple eyes penetrating his soul, He considered screaming but decided against it, dreading that the low life's round here might opt to help themselves to his organs after his "friend" had finished with him, so he just cowered under his grip hoping to lose consciousness very soon.

A/N this is my 1st fic so don't flame me too much okay? be nice =P also if any of you are offended by anything in this fic(namely organ stealing) then don't be, were not =D. next chapter be coming soon please remember to rate and review!

SurrealGenesis out ^!!^