AN: Hello readers! I just want to say before-hand that I have had this plot bunny trapped in my head for at least four years. I just couldn't contain it anymore! If you have any questions or concerns at all about the story I will be happy to respond. Constructive criticism is always welcome as well (God knows I could use it.)

And if you are one of my previous readers following my story "Dunmer Stormcloak" I may or may not be continuing with that story. I feel like I just need to write something else to get some inspiration for the story. If you want to leave me a review with something you want to see in "Dunmer Stormcloak" you-more than likely- will see it in the story. Thanks for understanding! I hope you enjoy "Daughter of Goku" as well as my other work!

One year later…

*ring* *ring* *ring*

"Gohan could you please get that!" Chi-Chi called from the kitchen as she was trying to feed a fussy Isami. She had been this way for the past week. Constantly crying and hardly eating at all. It was assumed that it was just a phase. They'd hoped.

Gohan was sitting at his desk absolutely dumbfounded as to how huge the energy was that he was feeling. He hadn't felt anything this powerful since Namek. He feared the worst.

*ring* *ring* *ring*

"GOHAN!" Chi-Chi shouted, derailing her son's focus. He quickly jumped up and raced to the phone.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Gohan!" A familiar and welcome voice called to him.

"Krillin? Hey!" he said cheerfully.

"Gohan, I wish I had time to just talk but, I don't. Do-"

"Yes, I feel it. And I don't like it." Gohan cut in.

"Wow. You've been training hard." Krillin said surprised. "Look I need you to meet me in the Northern Wastelands. Tien scouted out ahead to find out where. Be quick. We don't have much time."

"Right, I'll get my battle armor. I'll be there soon."

"Good to hear. We could use a saiyan on our side that isn't Vegeta. Fly safe, kiddo."

Gohan put the phone back on the hook and flew to the kitchen to tell his mom where he was going.

"Gohan," she said cheerfully, "I looked over your math. Everything was correct! Why don't you go outside and play for a little while."

"Uhhh… Thanks, Mom! I'll do that!" he gave his mother a hug and a kiss as well as his sister and sprinted out the door.

~o0o~

The young Saiyan looked in awe at his old armor before he put it on. He worried whether it would still fit but, he needn't have. It fit as well as it did the first day he wore it. As soon as he made all of the necessary adjustments in it, he left the cave in which he stored it and flew to the Wastelands.

~o0o~

"What did I miss?" Gohan asked as he landed among friends he hadn't seen since Isami was born.

"Hey! Well if it isn't the big brother!" Yamcha rejoiced while putting the boy in a playful chokehold/noogie combo.

"It's great to see you too, Yamcha!"

"Hey bro, glad you could make it. That power gets closer by the second." Krillin sighed with relief.

"Will you three shut your traps!" a raspy voice yelled, "I don't want to give away our position just because you want to play family reunion!"

"Mind your own business, Vegeta. Go sit in your corner and sulk." Bulma piped up.

"Infuriating woman!" the prince yelled.

"What are you doing here, Bulma?" Gohan asked before an argument between Vegeta and Bulma could escalate further.

"I wanted to get a look at this Friza. I've wondered since Namek what he looked like. Plus, I hear he's kinda cute." She said. This really irked Vegeta.

"Once again, you open your mouth and you seem to prove once again what an idiot you are!" Vegeta shouted.

"Both of you quiet!" Piccolo called from a high rock. "I have a visual on the ship. That power we've been sensing is definatly Friza. And someone else."

Everyone's stomach, including Vegeta's, dropped as the ship touched ground. As the ship opened, the seconds passed as slow as quicksand. The next moment showed Friza, alive, with a tall armored brutish figure following him.

"This is unbelievable!" Tien hissed. "Their powers are enormous! How are we supposed to stop them!?"

"I don't know…" Krillin said as if they were already defeated.

The next thing they knew, they were blinded by a huge flash of light.

"Tien! What did you do that for!?" Yamcha shouted assuming it was Tien's usually useful technique 'Solar Flair', but Tien said with absolute astonishment, "It… wasn't me… look." He pointed to the battle field.

Two figures, a man and a woman stood amidst Friza and his troops.

"What's going on down there!?" Bulma exclaimed. Piccolo, however, didn't need any help at all hearing what was happening down there and he listened very carefully.

"So this is the 'supreme over-lord' Friza? I thought he'd be taller." The woman sarcastically said to her companion.

"I don't know… I think it suits him. Small power goes in small people." The man added.

The larger alien laughed a cold, slimy laugh and addresses the duo. "It seems we have some entertainment before we destroy this quaint little mud-ball, ehh Friza?"

"It seems we do, Father." Friza scowled at the two.

"'Father?' Well isn't that cute! Friza is a Daddy's boy!" The woman mocked.

Friza's anger grew hotter and his father chuckled. "May I ask who you two are and why you think you are important enough to impede our progress of turning this filthy planet into ruins?"

"No." the man answered. It clearly irked Friza's Father. "Do you have any idea who we are?" he sneered, "I am King Cold and my son, Prince Friza is my second in command. Show some respect or face the consequences."

"No." the woman answered.

"Very well," Cold said, "Troops! You know what to do."

Two lines of troopers filed off the ship, rifles aimed and ready to fire. When they stopped time froze. The mysterious man and woman stood planted. She very slightly bowed her head.

"FIRE!" Friza shouted. Before a slug was halfway to the pair, the woman's eyes filled with light and each slug hit a transparent barrier surrounding them.

"Seize fire!" King Cold bellowed. Unsure of what to say to them he waited for the duet to make the next move.

"Since no one has the guts to attack with any force I guess we'll take a shot at it!" the woman said.

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into girl." Friza hissed.

"Oh I think we do, Friza. And believe me. We're not worried." The man confidently stated.

As if on cue, their hair spiked and turned gold. Power omitted from their bodies like lightning bugs on a late summer night.

Friza's eyes widened with fear. "No! Impossible! You both are… Super Saiyans!?"

They both smiled. An energy blast from the woman killed two henchmen, followed by the man's volley, and it repeated until each of lackeys was dead.

Friza was absolutely livid. "You insolent little… I will end you!"

The man ran for Friza, sword drawn and swung at the short alien. It was as though nothing had happened, until Friza split in half.

King Cold watched in disbelief as his son's body fell apart. Not because he lost one of his two sons, no, but because he was surprised that a person he trained himself would fall so easily. He was also intrigued.

"I saved you the big one." The man said affectionately to the woman.

"Awww! You shouldn't have!" she giggled.

"Hold on now! I have a proposition to offer you." The evil monarch interrupted. "You bested my second in command without a problem. I could use people like you. Join me and you'll have unlimited power to do as you please in the universe." King Cold was cool and calm on the outside, but on the inside he was cowering like a child. He'd never experienced the power of a Super Saiyan much less two.

"You think you can by us, Cold?" the woman glared, "I'm going to rid the universe of you once and for all. Say your prayers."

She rushed him, found and punched his pressure points. Her red jacket and golden hair was nothing more than a blur. The former King fell to his knees gasping for air before the woman landed behind him and pushed her hand between his skull and the base of his neck instantly killing him and, all in the period of 3 seconds.

"That's a new record!" the man exclaimed. She smiled at him.

"Come on. We'd better go say hello to the spectators."

"Yeah you're probably right."

They powered down and the woman's hair turned to the darkest shade of black and curled like grape ribbons cascading down her back. Her eyes turned black tinged with smoky brown and her skin was as pale as the moon. She was beautiful.

When the man powered down, it revealed the lavender color of his hair. Instead of the green eyes he had when he Super Saiyan, his eyes turned back to a clear, infinite blue. His skin was tanned and pulled tightly over bulging, taught muscles.

They both flew up to the ledge where the group of fighters that they all knew (but they didn't know them) watched the whole altercation.

"We're about to go to the place where Goku will be landing soon. Would you all like to go?" the woman said shaking. They looked at them like they had eight heads a piece. This is understandable, given the circumstances.

"Hold on a second!" Vegeta yelled, "Who in blazes do you think you are?!"

"You'll find out soon. All we ask is that you follow us for now and don't ask questions." The man retorted.

"How do we know that you won't try to take us out as soon as we get to where you're going to take us?" Tien asked skeptically.

"So what? We can avoid witnesses seeing us kill you all?" the woman said, "Look around. If we wanted to kill you we would've done it along with Friza and King Cold. We aren't going to hurt you. We just need you to follow us to meet Goku." She curtly stated.

"You know where my Dad is? He's alive!?" Gohan shouted.

"Focus and you'll feel his energy coming quickly." The man said.

They all followed his instructions and concentrated. Gohan was the first to feel a tiny hint of his Dad's energy. Something he hadn't felt for a year and a half. "They're telling the truth. Come on we need to go."

As they all took off behind the two, Vegeta stood behind in a silent jealous rage. How could two teenagers have thrice the power I have?! How could they have Saiyan blood!? I will figure this out if it's the last thing I do… he screamed in his mind. He flew off behind everyone and stayed a far distance.

When they landed, the man looked at his watch and said, "It'll be another 3 hours until he get here."

"How do you know that?" Krillin asked.

"Uhh… I can't really explain it. But you'll know soon trust me." He replied.

As Krillin and the anonymous man spoke the woman took a capsule out and out popped a mini-fridge. "Help yourself everyone. There's plenty."

Gohan, feeling rather parched, walked over and took a bottle of water from the fridge. "Ma'am?" he asked.

The woman looked so familiar to him. She reminded him of his mother. "Hmm?"

"How do you know that my Dad will land here?"

"Look," she sighed, "I can't tell you yet. Please trust me. You'll find out." She went to go sit on a faraway rock. The man she showed up with followed her.

"It's hard for me too." He whispered. "Seeing Gohan again and my father for the first time… it's not what I expected it would be. I just want to tell him who I am. Even though he probably won't care."

"I'm sure he would." Their eyes met. "Maybe you should talk to Goku. I know we said that I would, but I'd screw it up. I don't think I can face him."

"Of course I will. You don't have to worry."

Her eyes lit up and she grabbed his hand, "Thank you so much."

For the next three hours they sat together on a boulder just talking quietly across from the group.

"I don't like this." Yamcha said to no one in particular.

"Too bad. We're here and we're waiting for Goku to get here so we can find out what the heck is going on. If you want to bow out now, though, that's up to you." Piccolo said.

"None of you think this is a bad idea trusting these complete strangers?" Yamcha pushed.

"Yamcha, calm down. We'd already be dead if they'd wanted us dead." Bulma reasoned.

"Yeah, but-," Yamcha started.

"Everyone look!" Gohan pointed up to the sky where a bright light sped towards the Earth.

"That's him." The woman almost started crying.