Vigilantism At Its Finest.
A cold air blanketed Satan City, the dark of night filling the city's streets as a group of students from the nearby high school made their way home.
"Have you seen that new Gohan kid?" One of them asked.
"You mean that scrawny nerd?" Another replied, "Of course I've seen him. His hair makes him stand out from a mile away."
The group laughed as one of the girls looked away in shame. "That's not nice of you, Keno." She said, "You haven't even got to meet him yet."
"Meraka's right. I haven't got to meet him." Kenotobe said, "But I can already tell he's the type to stay inside and work all day. Wouldn't ya say, Gelu?"
"Definetly." Gelu replied, "The kid clearly doesn't get out in the sun too often. He looks as pale as a ghost."
"I'd say it's from all of the chalk he uses in class." The other girl said.
"Maybe Cenipel's got the right idea." Kenotobe laughed.
As the group passed by one the city's back alleys, they felt a cold chill of danger come over them. One by one, the four felt a hand wrap around their mouth and drag them backwards into the alley.
They were each tossed onto the ground next to a wall, a group of masked men staring back at them.
"Well lookie 'ere," One said, "Looks we caught ourselves a group a' 'igh schoolas."
"Don't fret yerselves, kiddos." Another said, "Just think of us as your average bully. 'Cept these bullies got a little something special on their side."
The four students looked up to peer down the barrel of a gun, while the other robbers stood by handling switchblades.
"Now all we're askin' for is yer lunch money, as well as everything else in yer pockets." The robber said.
The four huddled closer together as the robbers moved in.
"Ya don't want to get 'urt now, do ya?" The robber asked, "Ya know, this could always be marked as a robbery gone wrong."
The sound of heavy boots hitting the ground began to echo down the alley, causing the robbers to turn and face the opening. A figure dressed in dark green and black stood at the entrance, a bandana and mask concealing his face.
"I'll say it once," The stranger said, "Leave. Now. And you won't get hurt."
"Oh no. An officer's arrived." One of the robbers feigned, which slowly turned to laughter, "What do ya think one a' you police boys can do against four a' us robbers?"
"You mistake me for someone I'm not." The stranger replied.
"So yer just some av'rage Joe, then?" The robber said, "And you think you stand a chance against the four of us?"
"I'd return that question to you." The stranger replied.
"So a brave one, eh?" One of the robbers said, "Let's see where that gets ya."
The robber charge forward with a knife and thrust out at the stranger's armor. The blade snapped on impact, not even leaving a dent in the armor. The stranger punched the robber on the nose and sent him flying into a wall with a crash.
"Anyone else?" The stranger asked.
The other four robbers took a fighting stance, while the stranger sighed.
"They never take a hint." He sighed.
The stranger disappeared and reappeared beside the students while knocking away the surrounding robbers.
"Go." He said calmly.
The four students stumbled to their feet and ran out of the alley. The robbers regained their composure and stood again to fight the stranger.
"Okay, tough guy." The leader said, "How about ya try four-on-one?"
The stranger merely took a stance as the robbers began swinging at him. He easily dodged past each swipe and picked them off one by one. One robber took his opportunity and thrust his fist at the stranger's chest.
His fist collided with the armor, to which the stranger showed to effect. An agonizing pain filled the robber's hand, causing him to withdraw and grab his hand.
"Sweet Kami!" The robber yelled in pain, "What is that made out of? It looks like rubber."
"It is." The stranger said, delivering a kick to the robber's gut, knocking him unconcious.
The stranger looked around and piled the robbers together. He noticed almost instantly that one of them was missing from the group.
"Must be the one I sent flying." He said to himself.
Before he could move, he heard the cocking of a gun and then felt its barrel get pressed against the back of his head.
"Won't try anything funny with a gun pressed to yer head, now will ya?" The robber asked.
The stranger suddenly felt the gun move away from his head as he heard a thump behind him, followed by the clatter of a gun hitting the ground.
"You really oughtta keep an eye on your six, 16." A voice said behind him, "Or should I refer to you with your real name?"
The stranger spun around and came face to face with a familiar android.
"Real name is fine, 17." The stranger said.
17 nodded and picked up the gun that had fallen to the floor and unloaded it. "So what are you doing in an alley this late at night, Gohan?" He asked, "Isn't your mother worried?"
"She doesn't know I'm out." Gohan replied, "What are you doing down here?"
"I thought an animal got into the trash again, so I came to check it out." 17 said, "You've probably woken up the entire street."
"Sorry about that." Gohan said, "I've been out of practice for a while."
"Well you certainly don't show it." 17 said, looking around at the robbers and the mess they made, "Anyway what's with the getup? Is it really made of rubber?"
"I don't know." Gohan shrugged, "It's based off of Saiyan armor. I asked Vegeta if he'd lend me some."
"And he just let you?" 17 asked.
"Not at first." Gohan said, "Long story short, he's the only other person who knows I'm out doing this."
"And you trust him?" 17 asked.
"Not even with a penny." Gohan said, "But I feel he has some respect for the fight so..."
"Saiyan stuff. Got it." 17 said.
The windows above them began to fill with light as people went to check out the noise they had heard below them.
"I suggest you get going." 17 said, "I'll deal with the cleanup."
"Thanks." Gohan said.
"No problem." 17 said.
Gohan took off as sirens broke through the night's silence and blue and red lights began to fill the alley.