I do not own the terms sayjin, super sayjin, the various techniques used by the main characters, or the Dragonballz series, nor the characters Goku, Vegeta, Tien, Frieza, or Krillin, nor do I own Rocky.

Also, this is a story set in our universe, not the DBZ universe. This could almost be original, but it's based on the DBZ universe, so this is where it belongs. Please don't flame me for that!

The True Sayjins

Prologue

I was your normal teenager. I watched TV, played video games, hung out with friends, and took martial arts. Specifically, Tang Soo Do. A Korean martial art. I'd always been told I was strong and fast. I thought nothing of it. But that was before it happened. Before I found out who I am, what I really am.

Chapter 1

"Ka-me-ha-me-ha!" Goku shouted, and launched the kamehameha wave at Frieza. Frieza blocked it, but realized the power Goku held within. The power not yet released, the power of a Super Sayjin!

"James, get down here." I heard my mother shout. Groaning, I turned off the TV, and walked downstairs. "James, something horrible has happened." I saw my mom was as white as a ghost.

"What's wrong?" I asked, terrified. My mother never acted like that.

"A girl from your school was kidnapped. Claire." She said, and showed me a newspaper. It was during the summer, and I had planned on calling Claire, because we hadn't talked in a while. But no. It couldn't be true. I wouldn't believe it. "Don't worry James. She'll be found." My mom said, and reached to hug me.

"I need to go for a run." I said, shrugging off her attempted hug. I changed, and began running. As I ran, tears formed in my eyes. My arms punched the air in front of me, like a horrible Rocky impersonation. I couldn't run anymore. I fell to my knees, and slammed my fists into the concrete. It hurt, but I didn't care. Claire was my best friend. I don't know how long I sat there, weeping into the sidewalk. My knuckles were bloody from pounding the pavement, my eyes were red from the crying.

"She'll be alright. If I find those bastards who took her, they' pay dearly. They'll pay with their lives." I seethed through my clenched mouth. Anyone who ever knew me would have been shocked by those words. I'm a pacifist by nature. Sure, I'm a black belt, but I don't fight. Only in class. I looked at the bloody sidewalk, at my cut hands, at the cracks in the concrete. "There has to be some way I can help. Some way." I looked up into the night sky. A single star twinkled, like it was telling me the answer. Too bad I didn't know Morse code.

I left. I had been gone for 3 hours! Most of that time had been spent on a single sidewalk slab. My parents gave me a concerned look when they saw my bloody knuckles, but they knew better then to ask. I stormed into my room, cursing under breath. There was only one person in the world who could calm me down, and I had no idea where she was!

I don't know how I had fallen asleep that night. I woke up, and couldn't open my eyes because of all the gunk left in there from crying. I stumbled to the bathroom and washed my eyes. I only knocked over one lamp, and miraculously I had caught it by the cord before it hit the floor. When I could see, I looked in the mirror and saw that my eyes were red. My pain was obvious. Looking at my hands, I saw that my knuckles were scabbed over. I looked back in the mirror and saw Claire. It took all of my self-control not to punch a hole in the wall.

I showered. I spent the first ten minutes of the shower just standing under the showerhead. Seething. My knuckles were white; I was clenching my fists so tightly. No. I couldn't let it rule my life. I washed myself. As I washed my black, spiky hair, I looked in the mirror we have in the shower. I noticed, yet again, the similarity to Goku. "If I had his powers I could do something about it." I finished my shower and went outside. I just walked absentmindedly, with no direction in mind. I looked up, realizing I was in front of Claire's house. "AHHHHHHHHHHH!" I yelled, and ran. As fast and as far as I could I didn't care that I had a cramp. Pain felt good. The physical pain would make me forget, make me forget the emotional pain I felt.

I realized I was alone. In an abandoned construction site. It used to be a horse race track, but it had been recently knocked down. I guess the funding ran out or something, because the building had stopped to. It had been planned to be a new strip mall or something. At least no one would care if I destroyed this stuff. I ran from item to item, picking them up, throwing them, punching, kicking, and just basically destroying the pieces of machinery left there. "Those assholes will pay dearly for this!" I shouted into the sky, not caring who heard me.

I had to teach karate later. I'm an assistant instructor. But I could keep my focus. Every girl in the class looked like Claire. I ended up calling out the master instructor to teach, while I went into the back and beat the shit out of a punching bag. Many of the parents asked why I was so mad. I pointed to the newspaper lying on the end table next to the chairs. They nodded, as if they understood. No one understood! No one knew how close she was to me! I left early, not taking class that day. I just wondered around the neighborhood, not thinking. Trying not to think.

When it was dinnertime, I barely ate anything. Which was unusual for me. I usually ate like a pig.

"James, you need to wake up. Just because a friend of yours is kidnapped doesn't mean you can let your life go down the drain." My father said.

"What am I supposed to do? Pretend everything is alright?" I asked violently, enraged. I stood up so quickly that the force knocked over my TV table.

"I didn't say that. I just meant for you to not think about it all the time."

"Oh, so I should just disregard the fact that my best friend could be dead right now?" I yelled. I didn't hear his answer. I didn't want to hear his answer. I was already running, running away. I found myself in the construction site again. I just let my emotions take over. Pure hatred, pure anger filled my heart. For a split second, I couldn't see. Then my sight returned. In front of my eyes, was nothing. Well, almost nothing. All the debris around me had been knocked away from, and it was all gathered in a spherical manner around me. But that wasn't the weirdest thing. I saw everything liked it was glazed over with gold. Every few seconds, a gold band floating past my eyes obscured my vision. Only for a less then a second each time, but it was still there. What? I caught a reflection of myself in one of the metallic surfaces. Somehow it had been smoothed over enough to be reflective! But what I saw shocked me. I saw staring back at me, the thing I least expected. A super sayjin! I was a super sayjin! I felt the anger swell within me. Slowly, I felt my feet lift off the ground. I floated up, up, up into the sky. When I could see the curvature of the earth, I stopped. I placed two fingers to my forehead, and closed my eyes. I search the entire world. I found several feelings that were familiar, but one in particular I was looking for. Claire. I concentrated on her and disappeared…