I open my eyes to see a bright sun. I blink a few times and rub my hands over my eyes. I sit up and look around. I see tress. I see a fire. I see a boy, about 16, my age. I watch him sleeping. He is leaned up against the tree trunk. He has dark blue hair. He slips off the tree and startles awake, grabbing for a sword that is next to him. I shrink back a little.

"Oh, hey. Sorry about that." He stands up and walks over to me. He holds out a hand and I grab it. He lifts me to my feet. "My name is Trunks." I stare at our hands. "And your name?"

"Oh, uh, Pan. Are you a human?" I look up into his face. He rubs the back of his neck.

"Um, yeah. As far as I know. Why? Aren't you?" He releases my hand.

"No." I shake my head. "I am a Saiyan. I heard humans don't have tails. Is that true?"

"Tails?" He laughs a little. "Humans don't have tails."

"Saiyans do." I unwrap my golden tail to show him. He just looks at it.

"Interesting. What is a Saiyan?"

"A superior race to humans. We have powers. Were you the one that grabbed me last night?"

"Yes. And you're welcome by the way."

"Why? I was in no danger."

"You were about to be hit by that man's energy blast. Who is he?"

"That is Goku. My grandpa. I need to get back to him."

"Why? He was attacking you."

"Not attacking. Training. He wants there to be evil in the world again because he would like to see me fight. But all the evil is gone because my great-great-grandpa, Goku, and his friend, Vegeta, destroyed all evil."

"Goku and Vegeta, huh. Interesting."

"You moved very fast last night. How did you do that?"

"Uh, I used my quick step to save you from the blast."

"I told you before. I was not in danger."

"OK. OK."

"Where are we anyway?"

"We are in the woods near my house in Miami."

"Miami, Florida?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I have never been here before. Well, I've never left the island before. Can you fly?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Let's go!" I take off into the sky.

"Pan! Wait!" He follow me. He is really good at flying. "People don't really like flying people. Or aliens. So, I think we should land outside the city and walk."

"Why?"

"People don't like people flying. It would be safer. Follow me." He angels back towards the ground. I stop. He looks at me and stops. "Pan, come on." I fly down at a slower pace than him. We reach the ground and I touch the ground slowly. We walk in silence for a few minutes.

"What were you doing on our island?"

"My mentor, Boo, and I felt some strong energy and he sent me to investigate it further. Would you like to meet him?"

"Sure. But after Miami."

"We might want to get you some different clothes."

"Why?" I look at my blue training gear. A pair a shorts, because I told Grandpa I would not wear pants, and a long sleeve blue shirt. My tail is wrapped so it looks like a belt.

"People don't usually wear hat kind of stuff much. Especially teenagers." He leads me into a building. I look around and see lots of racks and shelves of clothes. He grabs a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He tells me to go change and points me towards rooms. I go in and close the door. I take off my training uniform and put the shorts and shirt on. The shirt is dark blue and hangs almost to the bottom of the shorts. I walk out and show Trunks.

"Wow. You look great. I have already paid for them." I put my other clothes in the bag he holds out and we walk out of the store. "We will walk to the beach, then we will have to fly to Boo's place." I nod my head. "You have really pretty hair."

"Oh, thanks. You too." My hair is blonde with blue natural highlights. We must have looked pretty odd walking down the street.

We get to the beach and it looks like our island. Except for all the tall buildings behind us. I breathe in the salty air. We walk along the edge of the water where the sand is a little cooler. We walk where there are not a lot of people and take off into the sky. He leads me to his mentor's place. It takes about 5 minutes of flying because he lives in the mountains and Florida doesn't have any mountains.

"Majin Boo. It's Trunks. I'm back." He opens the door and leads me in. He closes it behind me and turns the lights on.

"Trunks my dear boy." A pink man with brown hair appears from around a doorway. He looks to be in his mid-thirties. He embraces Trunks in a brief hug.

"Oh, this is Pan. She says she is a Saiyan. Whatever that is."

"Hello Majin Boo. It is nice to meet you."

"Come closer child." He beckons me forward. I walk towards him slowly. "May I see your tail?"

"Sure." I unwrap it from where it was under my shirt.

"Incredible. I never thought I would live to see a Saiyan. My grandfather used to tell me stories of the adventures he had with Goku and Vegeta. I never thought I would live to see their generations so far after them."

"Wait. How did you know I was a descendant of Goku?" I ask suspiciously.

"Well it was either Goku or Vegeta and you just gave it away. And Trunks my boy. Who is your grandfather?"

"Um, Trunks. Why?"

"And his father?"

"Vegeta." His face lights up. "Oh my gosh. I am a Saiyan too. Why don't I have a tail?"

"Your mother must have cut it off when you were a baby." His face goes dark. "Do you sense that evil?"

"Yeah. What is it?" Trunks asks.

"I don't know. But, it can't be good. With that much energy, and it being mostly evil, it is not a good sign. Let's go Trunks." They run out the door and jump out into the air. I follow quickly. They fly a little faster than me, but I use my flash step to catch back up with them.

I follow them to a small lake with houses built on one side. Out of the houses walk green people. I shrink behind Trunks and he laughs. They walk closer and Boo and Trunks walk closer.

"Don't worry. They are Namekians. A very friendly race."

"Can I please see Lord Piccolo." Boo asks one of the men.

"Of course Master Boo. Right this way." He leads him to a hut on the edge of the village. He tells us to wait outside and disappears inside.

"What is a Namekian?" I ask Trunks.

"There world was destroyed years ago when Goku was fighting an evil guy named Freiza. Goku turned into a Super Saiyan and defeated him, but in the process, he accidentally destroyed their world. He gave them a place here to live."

"Whoa. I never knew they existed."

"That's what we want people to believe. There are actually a race on almost every planet. The Namekians lived on Pluto, which was actually green and had air you could breath."

"Amazing."

"So, do you think there is a Super Saiyan? I mean, I think it would be super cool."

"I don't know. I mean I guess. We could always try to achieve it."

"Boo has a special room where you go in and you can get a year's worth of training in 24 hours."

"Really?" My eyes go wide. "That sounds amazing. I would love to go in."

"Trunks, you and your friend can come in." I hear Boo call out. We stand up and go inside.

It is very dark inside, but I can see Boo and a Namekian sitting in chairs.

"Welcome young Saiyans." The Namekian stands up."I am Piccolo. There is no need to fear me child."

"Hey. I'm Trunks." He holds out his hand and the Namekian shakes it.

"I'm Pan." I step forward.

"Pleasure to meet you, young Pan." He offers me his hand and I take it.

"I was talking to Boo about a very special young Namekian in training. He has potential. I would like for him to train with the both of you." He turns around. "Dende, come here boy." A young Namekian walks into the room.

"Yes Piccolo."

"Dende, this is Boo, Trunks, and Pan. You will be training with them for a while."

"Yes sir. Hello Boo, Trunks, and Pan. I am Dende. It will be a pleasure to train with you.

"It's nice to meet you Dende." Trunks says politely.

"And as for that evil presence, I think it would be best if all of us went and checked it out. It isn't very far from here."

"I agree." Boo says. We walk out of the house. Piccolo pulls me off to the side.

"You have a lot of power. That Super Saiyan stuff you were talking about earlier does exist. I have been reborn multiple times. I have seen Super Saiyan. There are 5 stages."

"How do you know so much about Saiyans?" I ask Piccolo.

"As I said, I have been reborn multiple times. I fought with Goku. The first Goku. He was amazing. You have the power to be greater than him."

"OK. But one thing. I am not a fighter. I don't even have my swords."

"Want me to teach you a trick?" I nod my head. "Think of where you want to go. Think about it hard. Focus your energy into getting there." That's all I hear because I am back on the island. I sneak around and grab my swords and teleport back to Piccolo. "Like that." I strap my swords onto my back.

"Thank you Piccolo."

"You're welcome young Pan." I run to catch up with Trunks, Boo, and Dende.

"Hey Pan. Where did you get the swords?" Trunks asks.

"Home. Piccolo showed me how to teleport."

"No I mean where did you get those. Who gave them to you?"

"I have had them my whole life. Grandpa Goku said they were left for me. No one else can use them."

"What elements are they?"

"Fire and Ice. Why?"

"I have Stone." He pulls his sword out to show me. I pull mine out. When we hold them close together, they start to glow.

"There must be more." I say. I sheathe mine and he does the same.

"The swords of Legend." Piccolo walks by and says. Trunks and I share a look and run after him.

"What are the swords of Legend?" I ask.

"You can ask any Namekian here and they will give you an answer, but only one will be right. Dende is the only one that knows what they truly are." Piccolo states.

"But why only him?"

"Namekians are different than humans and Saiyans. When we die, we are reborn. The same person, yet someone different. We retain all the information of our past lives and we never forget anything, so there is no need for him to share the information he processes. When he dies, the next Dende will know what all the past lives knew."

"Wow. That is amazing." Trunks comments.

"Yeah. So, do you have any ideas what this evil power could be?"

"I don't. We will find out when we get there. Come." He flies off. Boo, Dende, and Trunks follow right away. I wait a minute. I touch my swords then take off into the sky.