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-The New One-

Two weeks later:

"I've established connection to the world's media," Bulma said from her lab on Earth, "as soon as you're ready I'll interrupt all the ongoing TV programs. Are your sure about what you are going to say?"

Vegeta sighed from his seat in the big spaceship where he and the rest of the saiyans were. The course was set straight toward Earth and they would arrive in 2 weeks.

"Yes," the prince answered. They had already agreed what he was going to say before the earthlings had even left E-2.

"Remember to act politely," Bulma reminded with a smirk, "no need to frighten them more than they are already going to be when they find out they are not alone in the universe."

"You speak as if you're not one of them, woman."

She laughed. "At least I'm smarter. Anyway, shall I put you on?"

"Yes."

"Okay," Bulma quickly typed on the keyboard, "You're on in 3…2…1…."

Videl Satan was watching some random TV show, tired from a hard day of training, when suddenly the show was interrupted and the face of a man with jet black, flame-shaped hair appeared instead.

"Good day Earth. I am Prince Vegeta of the saiyans," he said, his voice gruff but stoic, "the saiyans are a nearly extinct race of humanoids from a distant planet which were destroyed many years ago. I am interrupting you today to tell you that we - the few remaining survivors - have set our course towards Earth."

Videl's eyes widened in horror. Previously both King Piccolo and Cell had promised destruction and demise via TV, and she was sure another terrifying threat was about to attack her home. At least they had her dad, Hercule Satan.

The prince continued: "However, before you fear for your lives, I will assure you that our intentions are completely peaceful. We mean you no harm and are simply looking for a place to stay."

She relaxed a bit but remained suspicious. He could by lying.

"We have decided on earth since we look so much alike, in fact, the only major difference in our appearance is the saiyan's tail."

Videl blinked in shock, as a brown tail unwrapped itself from the waist of the prince to emphasis his words.

"We will arrive in two weeks' time," he continued," in the meantime I would like the authorities of this planet to contact us regarding our stay ot Earth. That is all. Goodbye."

Seconds after the TV show she had watched before was back on as if nothing had happened… and 5 minutes later it was interrupted yet again. This time by the news with the information that aliens had decided to come to Earth and blah blah blah.

The next day they had a new student in their class. He was tall with short, spiky, jet black hair and had apparently made perfect scores on his entrance exams.

"Hello everyone," he said shyly after the teacher had introduced him, "I'm Gohan, nice to meet you."

Her best friend, Erasa remarked something about him looking cute while Sharpner said something about what a nerd he probably was. She ignored both comments. Last night had been a big mess with everyone calling her dad to ensure that Mr. Satan would provide the safety, should the saiyans prove to be unfriendly. And Hercule had, of course, told them that he, the mighty Hercule Satan, world champion and defeater of Cell was ready to defend Earth yet again should such need arise. To Videl's frustration he did that has loud as possible, and so she hadn't really slept all that much.

"Find and empty seat," the teacher said to the new boy who looked terribly nervous at being in front of the whole class.

"Over here," Erasa said cheerfully and gestured to the empty seat beside her.

The new boy made his way toward the seat and sat down thankfully while Erasa introduced herself.

"Over there is Sharpner and this is Videl." Erasa gestured to them both with her pencil. "Don't be surprised when I tell you this but Videl's dad is none other than Mr. Satan."

"What? Mr. Satan?" He was surprised, just like everyone else. Good. Videl did take pride in looking more like her mother.

"That's right, you should thank her. The only reason we're still here is because of her dad. And now of course, with the saiyans on their way, he must be pretty busy again, right Videl."

"Yes, he's been up all night because of phone calls. It's really annoying."

"Come one Videl," Erasa said, "I'm sure your dad can handle them, no problem. Don't you think so too, Gohan?"

"Err." He scratched the back of his head. "I don't think he needs to. They probably just want to live on Earth peacefully. They said they were an almost extinct race. And who travels light-years to just destroy everything?"

Videl would have given him an answer had it not been for Erasa who apparently decided to butt in and change the subject.

"So… Gohan, do you travel to school or do you have an apartment?" she asked flirtatiously.

"I come from home," he answered.

"Ahh, and where do you live?"

"The 439 East district."

"WHAT?" Erasa rose from her chair in shock. "139 East district? That's over 1000 km from here!"

"Ahem!" The teacher cleared his throat. "Students! I am trying to teach a class here. Please quiet down."

"Oops, I'm sorry," Erasa said embarrassed and sat down on her seat, hiding her face behind her book. When the coast was clear and their old teacher had turned his back against them, she whispered quietly to Gohan. "How do you get here? That's got to be close to a 5 hour car drive."

"Well, I don't drive. I fly on Kintoun. So it only takes me about an hour," he answered good-naturedly.

Videl frowned. "And what is a Kintoun?" she wanted to know.

Gohan shrugged. "Perhaps I'll show you sometime." He leaned back in his chair. "But don't you think we should pay attention to the teacher? He's looking this way now."

"Today, we start where we ended last time," their gym teacher informed the class, "we play baseball."

"Hey Gohan," Sharpner said, "do you know what baseball is?"

"Sure," he answered, "well, I've never played it, but Yamcha has explained the rules to me. He says he plays baseball professionally."

"Yamcha? As in the Yamcha, the super famous baseball player?" Sharpner stared wide-eyed at Gohan, his jaw almost toughing the ground. Similar expressions could be found on all the nearby students.

"Uh, yeah." Gohan scratched the back of his head, a goofy grin on his face. Apparently Yamcha was well known. Well, he should be good, considering his trained reflexes from all that fighting he had done in his younger days.

"Wow." Sharpner closed his mouth, probably having found out how ridiculous he looked. "How does such a nerd like you know him?"

"He's a friend of my dad's. I've known him since I was little."

"Okay everyone!" their teacher said, interrupting Sharpner before he made Gohan arrange a meeting, "get going. You can talk after class."

Playing baseball was hard –like really hard. Gohan had to hold back a lot. He could have taken several balls easily, but helping with teaching the saiyans had also taught Gohan that normal humans could only jump a few feet in the air. How the hell did Yamcha manage to hold back professionally?

When Gohan was up next to be batter, he frowned inwardly. There was no way he was going to be able to conceal his strength if he hit the ball. It would probably fly halfway round the Earth. So when Sharpner threw the ball as hard as he could, Gohan made no motion to swing the bat and took the full force of the impact to his head, thus earning many a stunned look from his peers. And the only thing he had felt was a light tap in the face.

"Hey Gohan," Sharpner said after gym class had ended, and Gohan was preparing to go home, "have you joined any clubs?"

"I haven't really had the time," the young hybrid answered.

"You should join the boxing club. Someone with a head like yours could make a pretty decent boxer."

"Uh, I don't think I have join to join any clubs." As soon as the saiyans landed on Earth all of his free time would be used up by his duties as a general. "You see, I have a job which takes up much of my time."

"Really?" Erasa said from behind Gohan, almost catching him off guard. Almost, "that's so cool. What kind of job is it?"

"Err… I teach." It wasn't even a lie. He had been teaching the saiyans…

"I bet you could do that as smart as you are," the bubbly blonde grinned, "say, do you have to work today?"

"I'm on a break for a few weeks to help me settle down in high school," he replied, "why?"

"I was just wondering if you could give me a ride home on your way out," she said innocently.

"Sorry, I can't use Kintoun in the city." Gohan scratched the back of his head. He hated to refuse her when she was being so kind to him.

"There's plenty of room in my car, Erasa."

Thanks Sharpner.

"How can I know you are not trying to take over Earth?"

King Furry was currently having a conversation with the Prince of saiyans regarding the saiyan's plan to come to Earth. Bulma had set up the connection to go directly between the two royals. This time the public didn't need to know what was being discussed.

Vegeta snorted. "You can't. However, you should know that we have no reason to. We are basically an extinct race. In fact, when the Earth's saiyan died, I thought I was the only one left."

"What? The Earth had a saiyan?" The dog's eyes bulged.

"Yes, and you owe him your life. He has saved your planet several times."

"What? How? Why?"

Oh, how Vegeta hated to say this, but bringing out all Kakarrot's heroic deeds, could probably help them convince the king of Earth that the saiyans were not going to blow it up. "I've been told, that when he was a child he singlehandedly beat the world's biggest army, and as a teenager he defeated king Piccolo-"

"He was a saiyan?"

"-three years later, he apparently defeated King Piccolo's son. Then he beat Raditz, his own brother, when he came to Earth. Oh, and of course he also prevented Nappa and I from purging the planet and-"

"You tried to purge Earth?" Horror. A look Vegeta had been missing seeing in people's faces.

"-I don't know if defeating Frieza counts since he wasn't actually after Earth, but I'll mention it anyway. The last thing you have to thank him for is Cell…" Vegeta made a brief pause as he observed the king's expression. "You knew it wasn't Satan who defeated Cell, right?"

"I had my doubts," Furry admitted and looked down, "that blonde man… he looked like the boy who defeated Piccolo. I thought it was another one…"

"He was in his super saiyan form," the saiyan prince explained, "it changes our hair and eyes and our power goes up remarkably. It's only achieved by the few."

"I see. So that was how he was able to defeat Cell?"

"Well, technically it wouldn't be fair to say that Kakarrot defeated Cell. Yes, he did sacrifice himself to protect Earth when Cell was going to self-destruct, but it was his son, Gohan, who finished the job."

"He was the little kid that was at the Cell games." It wasn't a question and they both knew it, yet Vegeta answered it anyway.

"Yes." He let the words hang in the air, pressing down the Earth's king.

King Furry sighed, defeated. "What do you want?"

"A place to live. Our own planet was destroyed many years ago."

"Why Earth?"

"I have… ties to this planet."

"You said you once wanted to purge Earth? Is that what you are after?"

Vegeta frowned. "That was many years ago, before I got these ties that binds me to Earth. I was forced to work for an alien named Frieza. The very same guy who had destroyed our home planet and said it was an asteroid. He had this business where he would make his soldiers rid a planet for inhabitants and afterwards sell it to the highest bidder."

"But that's cruel!"

"Yes. Do you think I actually enjoyed working for him?" Well, he had enjoyed the slaughters, just not the order taking. "But don't worry, he's dead now. However, someone might set their sights on Earth again, and trust me when I say this, you are horrible weak. You wouldn't have been able to defend your planet had it not been for Kakarrot."

Furry twitched.

"That's why I'll make you a deal. We stay here on Earth, and in return, we'll protect it from alien invasions and other conflicts you can't take care of yourself. How does that sound?"

The king fidgeted under Vegeta's stoic, impassive look. He was thinking hard, weighing the options.

Eventually:

"I need a guarantee that you will not destroy our home."

The prince of all saiyans smirked victoriously. Everything was going exactly as planned.

So, what do you think?