This is a different timeline from the DBZ universe. It has one major difference, but that's about all. It's a brother fic and I try my best to make it as believable as possible while bringing in as much detail as I can. It's hard writing something, but not having somebody along with you yo help guide you, so I ask anybody who's willing to help guide me along with this story in regards to the spelling and grammar as well helping fill it out a bit more. I hate that I give my reader such a short thing, but this is the best I can do for now.

Anyway, I was at first planning to throw Android 18 into this world and pair her with James, actually I have that whole story about that written out, but I decided to go with this one. With this one I have gotten at least two chapters where I actually describe things.

I do not own anything, I'm still to young to do so according to my parents... BLEH!

Inhaling… the word became meaningless after the first few hours. Touch? A sensation so long forgotten… Sight, it seems endless… Smell something I haven't experienced since that fateful day. Sound… vibrations in the molecules around you, specific frequencies' and lengths give you different sounds, and each is truly unique.

My name is Gohan, or at least that is what it used to be. I've been many places and in many times, each seemingly more violent than the last. War and violence, a constant in the multi-verse… it's the only other thing I've come to see that transcends boundaries. My body has long since perished, my mind was left to wander all eternity, a curse placed upon me by a malevolent being. Forced to watch the death of all I love and care for, yearning to reach out and protect them, but alas I cannot.

When my universe came to an end, being crushed by its own gravitational pull I thought I might be set free from my shackles that bind me to this realm of torment, but my hopes was crushed. I was immune to the wrath of the heat and the bone crushing forces of gravity, a spirit that slid in between this dimension and eternity, unchanging and unforgiving. I was only a twelve year old boy, grieving his father's loss, when that monster took his own life in an effort to put me in this punishment.

I wonder if I am a man now, being alive or just existing for billions of years now. I would have been one, might have even been a grandfather, but that all seems so far away now, so I wander on in the ever expanding plains… I've been praised by beings that were able to see and talk to me, I imparted my knowledge to them, but they went as fast as they came and I remained stagnant in this ever changing place.

I've been alone for so long I became numb to the emotions of the worlds I visit. Nothing was left to fascinate me, the vibrant forms of live, the colours and cultures all seem so meaningless. All of it is so mortal compared to me, even those that have become immortal in their universe was mortal to me. They died with their universe, but I lived on. I had no one, and I am no one. Forever and Always Alone.

Despite all this, there was something growing, my knowledge and my power. At first I didn't notice it, but after a while it became very clear to me that it increased dramatically, never stopping. With each year that passed my power increased in magnitude and potency. It was endless, vast and dense. The realm I was trapped in expanded with my ever growing presence, but still I could feel that it wouldn't be enough to let me stretch my spiritual form.

I felt a ping, or was it a pang? What is the difference between the two anyway? but anyway, let me think about that later, for now, that ping was bothering me. Something was calling to me, silent but clear, amidst all the other wails. This voice had promise, a bright future, but the voice was fading… A sign of mortality, yet this one would go down, no it wanted to survive, it wanted to become something more than just another blip in the universe. My curiosity got the better of me, and I moved my consciousness over to the voices origin.

A man lay on the hard unforgiving cold and barren ground, a pained expression on his face. Emotions rolling off of him in waves that struck me in its undiluted power, something of it reminded me of myself, how I suffered. He had potential, but all that potential was slipping away with each breath he took and breathed out. His mind seemed to connect to mine, and some of the shackles that kept me in place were shattered. I could sense a kindred spirit in him, and this made me want to help him, but there was nothing I could do.

Like every other time, it broke me when I couldn't help something or someone on the outside. All the emotions that I had let grow numb and pushed to the side resurfaced, my dimension and my prison was stretched to its limits by the sudden influx of power. Cracks formed, and like a dam filled to the brim with water, the point that was the weakest gave way, and my power and everything I was surged forward, shattering what was left of my prison.

I could feel my entire existence being spread across every plain of existence, every dimension and every universe. I became omnipresent to this and every other world. A rasp bark broke me out of my thoughts, the man, he was still dying. I took a deep breath and collected a large amount of energy and forced it to create a physical manifestation of myself. I saw golden specks flying in from every corner of the planet and merge at a centre point, forming something that I hadn't had in a long time, a body.

I was fearful of how this might turn out, uncertain how my body would look like, but my fears were laid to rest when I saw myself. My body had dark golden hair, which spiked towards the sky, pale skin and turquoise eyes. My teenage body, which I fought Cell with, the body he had trapped there…

I wore the same clothes I had worn that day, and even if I have to say so myself, I looked like an angel. An angel who's power was showcased in the his physique, but the angel also had this mystical aura, golden specks that swirled around him and danced across his body. I was stunned at how I looked, but I quickly came to terms with it when the man asked if I was an angel

I told him I wanted to feel how it is to live again, how it felt to be human again. He laughed at my request, telling me it wasn't as great as how I made it sound, that it was all sorrow and heartache. I offered him a deal, my power for a room in his mind. I would be there in the back, answering his questions and lending him my power if he needs it. He accepted whole heartedly and I smiled, I told him that the offer was only valid if he would start using his new powers once he reached the red desert. He gave me a curious look but agreed.

"So, what is my hosts name?" I asked

"James, James Vega. What about you Angel?"

I chuckled. "I'm not an angel, but I kinda like that name. My name was Gohan, but I'll go with Angel."

I walked over to him and laid a palm on his chest and flooded him with energy, restoring and healing him making him whole again. I focused a bit harder and attached a piece of my soul to his, this would protect him so I could live a long and healthy live thru him.

"I have to ask, why didn't you save all those people I let die? That would have probably been the best choice." He said in a sullen and weary voice.

"The Collectors were only the start of them, even if you saved them, it would only have been 2 months before they would have been killed by the Reapers." I told him

"At least they would have had time to escape them." He continued his brooding

"They wouldn't have. The way the Reapers attack would have devastated any means they have. I am sorry that you have to go through this, but trust me, you made the right choice."

He sighed. "Whatever you say Angel…"

"I've got to be somewhere else Jimmy, bye for now."

I disappeared in a burst of golden specks, I was sure he was about to argue about the nick name I gave him, which made me chuckle. I might have been aeons old, but deep down, I was still a kid at heart.

"Loco, kid comes and heals me then gives me a stupid nickname. Guess it could have been a worse name…"

So, so much worse Jimmy-boy! I let my voice echo throughout his mind.

"Huh? Crap… He's in my head, I forgot about that." James said as he got up.

2 Years Later, Omega

I knew training was going to be tough, but Angel was ridicules! I'm just a human, sure I'm now a conduit for his power, but still I'm just a human. We have our limits too, but it's most likely Angel forgot that, being the old fart that he is. Though I have to admit, the training paid off. Telekinesis and Telepathy were the toughest of the skills I have yet to master, but energy manipulation and hand to hand combat were relatively easy.

So, I'm sitting in a bar, drinking a beer and playing poker when the news comes on. They slandered and besmeared my hero's name and I just could sit down and take it like that. I then stood up and ripped the screen from the wall, telling the bartender he could have my winnings to replace the screen. The Batarians however thought I needed to be taught a lesson for being a fan of Commander Shepherd and started to taunt me.

I left the bar to stop any fights from happening, and to my dismay they followed me. So now I'm in a routine here dodge, dodge, deflect and counter. They were easy to take down, but I played with them a little, but this was quickly getting boring. With a lot of effort I managed to fire off a telekinetic pulse, pushing the 4 thugs away from me. I moved faster than normally would and jabbed the one in front of me in the stomach, before kicking him in the side sending him flying against a wall.

The next one swung a fist at me, which I barely dodged in time. While his fist was fully extended I grabbed his arm and pulled him into my knee, knocking the breath out of his lungs. I followed that up with an elbow to the back of his head.

"Two take downs for me zero for the gilipollas."

The two remaining thugs growled and I gave them a mock innocent smile. They rushed at me, and I deflected and dodged a flurry of punches. They kept up the pace pushing me back. My back hit a wall, and four arms wrapped around me.

"I'm going to enjoy this." Growled the Batarain

I rolled my eyes. "Really, you forgot about earlier?" I asked with sarcasm dripping in my tone.

Before he could reply, I threw them off with another telekinetic pulse. This time, the ugly behind me managed to give me a cut on my forehead. I frowned as it bled, turning to the source of my little cut. A scold clear on my face.

"You cut me gilipollas." I seethed

"Oh, the freak can't take a little cut?" The Batarain howled from behind.

Before he could say something else, I was in his face with my fist planted firmly in his stomach. His whole body was leaning forward, leaving his head next to my face. This gave me the perfect setting to threaten him.

"Don't mess with me, I'll make you wish you were never born." I growled in a whisper.

The other two ran at me, but stopped immediately when we heard I shot fired. I turned around and saw a man in an Alliance uniform, navy blue with gold trimmings. I took me a second, but I finally recognized him as Admiral Anderson.

"Admiral Anderson?" I asked, unsure if it really was him.

"You're a hard man to find James." He said casually. "Walk with me."

I jogged up to him and followed him, and then I remembered the Batarains I was busy playing with and pouted. It was the wrong thing to do, because at that very moment he looked at me. He quirked an eyebrow at me, I blushed at being caught.

"Something you want to tell me James?"

"No Admiral."

"I'm sorry I spoiled your little game. Don't try to deny it, you were just toying with them and that's exactly why I need you for this mission."

"I mean no disrespect sir, but I came here to forget about everything work related."

"You're going to come with me whether you like it or not Lieutenant. In case you have forgotten your contract with the Alliance, you are required to follow your commanding officers orders. This is an emergency, and that's why we need you."

"Why don't you just get it over with and throw me in the brig sir?"

"You're not far off James."

I sighed and followed him. 'This was going to be a long day...'

You bet that Jimmy Boy!

'Now this was going to be an extremely long day.' I sighed. I suddenly got the mental image of him pouting and I chuckled.

"Glad your amused James." He said as he took me to the ship.

When I saw it, my heart skipped a beat. I've heard so much about this ship and its crew. To see it up close was a dream come true. The Normandy SR-2... I swear there were stars in my eyes as I looked at it, it was a beauty. When we walked in the ship, I was struck by its sleek interior. There were no expenses spared to build this ship, but that didn't hold a candle to anything when I found out who I was guarding. Commander Jane Shepherd...

That's my story, Read and Review... Please all you fellow Good Samaritans and all the evil people, you too! (Samaritans sounds like an alien race to me...)

If you don't find James to be like your older brother, who act's all cool around other people but is the biggest retard and goofiest guy at home, then just try to look at the guy in that light. Cause that's how he's going to be, but a little bit more something else...