A/N: Just thought I'd do a little one-shot. If this gets enough attention, maybe it will become something.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z or Dragon Ball GT.
Claimer: I own this plot.
Chapter 1
Rain
She was the daughter of the world champion, said to be the greatest man alive. He could break through fifteen roof tiles in one karate chop. She looked up to her father greatly. Videl had so much admiration for her father that she even decided to learn martial arts herself, to protect others. Others that could suffer the same fate as her mother…
As the years went by, her body became stronger and her skill and style made leaps and bounds, soon she even unknowingly surpassed her father. Eventually she took on the role of crime fighter in the city, becoming a respected heroine whom seemed invincible. But this was too much for even her.
It had been a simple walk home from school. She decided not to use her hoverjet because the weather had taken a turn for the worst and it was now raining in torrents, a damp smell filling the air. Had she taken the jet, she would not have seen that man being mugged in the alleyway.
Less seen. More heard. The man was screaming out in pain and begging for help.
Being the upstanding citizen she was, Videl immediately dropped her umbrella, ran into the path between buildings and got the two attackers down simultaneously with a flying kick. That was when it all began.
It had been a trap. The second she had entered the alleyway, several burly men came from nowhere and blocked the exits as others jumped down from the rooftops. Even the man who was supposedly being mugged revealed a flick-knife.
Videl was surrounded on all sides by men twice or even thrice her size! But all she did was smile at the challenge. That was one hour ago.
She ducked under a punch and delivered an elbow to the gangsters gut, making him gasp for breath as he doubled-over in pain. That move she had done about ten times now on several different thugs, but the length of the fight was now taking its toll on her stamina.
The female fighter was now covered in red bruises and scrapes and her white t-shirt covered in a good measure of blood, some of it hers. The first twenty attackers were easy to deal with. Then the count came up to fifty, then seventy, eventually even passing one hundred. And they still kept coming.
It appeared as though the fighter's battle against crime had made several gangs join forces in an effort to take her out once and for all. And they were about to succeed.
A loud bang resonated through the streets as Videl felt a sharp pain in the back of her shoulder as a huge chunk of her stamina was knocked off. The daughter of Hercule fell back onto the wall where the very man whom she had been trying to save was. She slowly slid down the wall, the taste of copper in her mouth and the rain washing away her blood.
Sitting on the ground while clutching her shoulder as it bled, Videl looked up to see a good fifty men around her, and the smoking barrel of a magnum to her head with a dirty-haired man at the trigger who smiled darkly at her.
"Any last words princess? You've been quiet the whole fight." The thug asked in a mad voice as he chuckled slightly.
"Fight? As if. That was more like a slaughter with the way you clowns were going down." Videl replied as proudly as she could, trying to summon the strength to somehow relieve him of the gun.
The villain growled in anger, "Take this you brat!" He then pulled the trigger, or at least tried to, only to find the weapon was no longer in his hand.
"Hey." Said a confident voice from the entrance of the alleyway, "It isn't very nice to point these at people." Videl was now certain she had heard the voice somewhere before.
All turned to see who the voice belonged and found the source of the voice at the entrance to the alleyway. The heroine herself could only see the outline of a man with of short, spiky hair and wearing a leather jacket and appeared to six feet in height.
What shocked her though was that this stranger was holding the gun from moments ago and merely crumpled it like tinfoil!
"Why you!" Started a plump, bald thug with a baseball bat in hand, "Take this!" He then swung at the teen with all his might, only to find that as the bat made contact it snapped in half like a twig against diamond.
"Who… who are you?" Asked the plump man as he backed away from the teen who hadn't moved an inch.
"Me?" The teen's voice seeming to change and become darker, "I am the protector of good…" The hero swung a hook at the thug lightly, not even making contact but having the force of ten elephants that knocked the man to the other end of the alleyway, "The savior of peace…" He disappeared in a flash and half the thugs fell down in pain as he reappeared on the other side of the alley, "The ender of evil…" he raised his hand and aimed his palm at them, "I am Saiyaman." With those words, an invisible wave of energy ran over the alley and took down the remaining gangsters.
Videl looked on in awe, almost screaming when Saiyaman appeared in front of her. Although the rain and darkness still blocked out his features, his voice was now friendly again with no more malice.
"Here." He said politely as he returned her umbrella and handed her a green bean, "Eat this, it will help. Now if you'll excuse me…" the hero stood up and blasted off into the sky leaving Videl confused, grateful and a little bit jealous.
A/N: Well, that's all I've got now. Like I said, if this gets enough attention, I'll consider expanding on it. But this was just mainly done out of a little spite.
Although the original Saiyaman is comical and all, I don't think of its lifespan being beyond three episodes, so this is just my take on a darker version.
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