The steam coming from Majin Buu's tub could be seen fogging up all the windows of his man-made home. From the outside looking in, it was hard to tell that this being was the monster responsible for killing so many of the Earth's population. He was laughing, throwing the bubbles up in the air. Even making some of his own. Yes, from another's eye, they would believe that Majin Buu was an innocent, almost child-like, but hungry creation.

The inside told a different story.

Truly, the poor Majin was misunderstood. All he wanted to do was fight! And eat! It wasn't his fault that people could be so tasty; nor was it his fault that the ones who challenged him were too weak for his tastes.

Placing his chubby arms behind his head, Buu leaned back and took a deep breath while the hot water swirled around him. "Buu lonely," the Majin frowned. "Buu need warrior!" There was still another day left before that fighter that the messy-haired man had promised would arrive, if he wasn't being a liar. Buu continued to frown as he jumped out of his tub and changed back into his clothes.

"We'll be watching from afar, champ!"

"Huh?" the Majin tilted his head slightly and wandered over to the window to see where the new voices were coming from. He watched as a helicopter flew into the mountains, leaving a terrified afro-haired man to himself. A small grin crossed Buu's face while he clapped his hands together. "Ooh! He look strong! Maybe he'll want to fight!"

"You can't just leave me here!" the man called, but it was obvious the men in the helicopter had already made their decision. "I'm... I'm the champ..." He lowered his head, looking down at the ground until the thoughts of his fans begging him for help caused a new and refreshed look of determination to cross his features. Unzipping his backpack, he smirked at all the weapons he had prepared to kill the monster.

"I can just hear it now," he laughed loudly, throwing his head back to do so until he brought his attention back to his belongings. "Hercule Satan saves the world once again-" The sound of something hitting the ground behind him caused him to become silent. Ever so slowly, he turned around and began to tremble once he saw the pink menace.

"Hello!" Buu placed his hand in his mouth out of confusion when the strange man immediately froze where he stood. "You come to see Buu!?"

"Uh," the terrified man began sweating immensely, and then started laughing uncontrollable as he bowed repeatedly in front of the pink being. "Yes! Yes I have come to see Buu! It's so nice to finally meet ya! I've been waiting for this moment ever since you first arrived!"

Buu frowned and placed his gloved hands on his rounded waist. "Buu thought man was strong; Buu was wrong. Buu eat you now."

"NO!" Hercule cried, immediately digging into his bag and whipping out a blue box with a red ribbon. "Don't eat me! I have some chocolates for you right here! The best in the entire world; can't find it anywhere else! Nope, you can't!"

Majin Buu squinted his eyes into a glare at the world's champion, but shrugged off his suspicions. The chocolates he was holding sure did smell tasty, and perhaps this man wasn't quite... kosher. He seemed rather sweaty. Besides, he's the first person to come and offer the poor creature a gift and Buu wasn't going to deny it! "Okay!" he beamed, and greedily snatched the box away from Hercule. One by one, he picked them out of the box and began swallowing them whole. "Buu like, Buu like!"

Hercule nearly fell over. One of his beautiful plans had failed; those chocolates were laced with enough cyanide to kill a water buffalo for crying out loud! Why wasn't it working on Buu!? Watching the pink menace toss the empty box aside, Mr. Satan decided not to waste anymore time and brought out his next weapon. "I'm sure all that chocolate has got you all worked up! Why don't you play a video game!?"

Buu cheered up even more when the man handed him the device. Hercule began explaining how to use it, and the pink creature was delighted upon seeing his Mr. Satan character defeat the other warrior on the tiny screen. The human began backing up to his bag once more when Buu began to fume as steam came out of his holes. "This game cheats!"

"Hold on, hold on!" Mr. Satan chuckled nervously, making his way to his bag finally while Buu angrily tapped the buttons over and over. "I'm sure I got some other game for ya!"

Yeah, a little game of plastic explosives...

Hercule chuckled evilly to himself while pulling out a button. Pressing it quickly, he began cheering as the handheld gaming device exploded in Buu's hands, killing him. The World Champion began dancing around in a circle, pumping his fists in the air. "Oh, yeah! Who saves the day once again? That's right! Miiiiiiiiiister Satan!"

"Buu like when video game go boom!"

Mr. Satan immediately dropped his head in defeat upon hearing the infant like Majin Buu begin to giggle and clap his hands. "Well, uh...that's most people's least favorite." The human's eyes widened as Buu closed the distance between them and smiled happily.

"Buu thinks you should be my friend!"

The afro-haired man rubbed the back of his head, and then smiled nervously at the being who had already murdered millions. What other choice did he have? "Sure," he said with a trembling breath and extended his hand forward for Buu to shake. "Why not?" To Mr. Satan's horror, instead of a handshake, he received some candy.

"This candy made from people is good! Eat it!"

Not sure which part he was more disgusted by, the fact Buu had pulled it out of his pants or the fact it was made out of his adoring fans, Hercule's eye began to twitch wildly. Noticing that the pink Majin was starting to become angry, the poor human quickly reached out and began eating it, hoping his soul would be forgiven for being a cannibal.

Buu smiled in delight as Mr. Satan ate the candy he himself personally loved. He did not know what that word meant, that 'friend' word, but he had heard it on the TVs in the windows while roaming throughout West City. The people on the small screen seemed so happy together, unlike how he was with his master Babidi. Perhaps, he had found someone that would smile along with him. This afro man had given him so many gifts, and reminded him so much of that little boy who told him he was beautiful.

The Majin watched with curiosity as Hercule dug out an object from his bag. Before he turned them into cake, he had seen people pointed that object at him. Scratching the back of his head, he pointed at it. "What is that?"

"This?" Hercule laughed, and a confident smirk crossed his features. "It's a camera! I need you to play a game with me. Does that sound fun, or what!?"

"Yeah, yeah!" Buu clapped excitedly, hopping from foot to foot in a dance. "Buu loves games!"

"Great! I just need you to lay down for me, alright?" He watched with relief as the evil being complied, laying facedown while he quickly set the timer on the camera to go off while standing on the back off Buu. He did a two-finger salute while the lights flashed and wasted no time getting off of his new friend. "Haha! Alright, games over! Time for me to go home-"

"No!" Buu pouted and wrapped his arm around Hercule's neck while the man momentarily forgot how to breath. "Buu want photo taken too!"

"Well," the man sweatdropped. "What pose do you want to do?"

Buu giggled once, and then quickly made his face the same confident expression Mr. Satan had on earlier while giving the two-finger salute in the same manner. Hercule managed to fake a smile before the lights flashed, and the two watched as the photo printed out immediately. Buu ran to it, grabbing it with his stubby fingers and cheering.

"How about I cook you about somethin' real nice? I'm quite the chef? Hm? Hm!?" he winked with pleading blue eyes at the creature, who just couldn't believe his luck.

Majin Buu had found a friend!

Tufts of purple hair fell to the tiles of the lookout while numerous chuckles were directed at the sullen young boy. After Bulma had wrongly accused Bardock of the tragic haircut, the mother of one was now shaving her son's hair right off with the help of Mr. Popo's tools. The red faced Trunks glanced up as his trainer walked to the edge where Piccolo was standing.

"Trunks! If you move your head one more time, I'm going to cut your ear!"

"Sorry, Mom, sorry!" the lavender-haired boy's face turned an even deeper crimson until the others were becoming bored with the little scene. He expected them all to go off into their own special areas, but was surprised to see them all mixed together like they were some sort of family now. "Can I ask you something?" Trunks looked at his mother as she finally placed the razor down but not without an inquisitive look.

"What is it, sweetie?"

He took another look up at Bardock, who was having an inaudible conversation in the faraway area with Piccolo while Dende was quickly joining them. They were too busy with whatever they were talking about, so the boy knew he was in the clear. "While I was in there, Bardock told me something... interesting."

"Oh?" Bulma was more interested in his newly shaved head than his questions, rubbing a loving hand across his scalp while he blushed. "What did he tell you?"

Trunks cleared his throat, trying to sound a bit more clearer and a bit more like an adult so his mother would listen. "Something that happened when I was a baby. There was a visitor, from the future. Right?"

That got her attention.

Bulma's hand immediately froze on top of her son's head, beginning to sweat profusely until she snapped out of her shock. Laughing loudly and nervously, she patted his head frantically. "What!? That's crazy! Time travel doesn't exist! It's-"

"Mom..."

The blue-haired mother let out a defeated sigh, knowing her son could see through her just like her husband. "Oh boy..." she quickly glared at Bardock's back before turning her sapphire eyes back on Trunks. "What exactly did he tell you?"

The boy placed his chin in his hands, looking down at the tiles and picking at them with saddened eyes. "The future me sounded so cool, Mom. I still can't believe it, but I guess he was even stronger than Dad. He had a sword and everything; killed a really evil guy, too. Why can't I be like him?"

"What?" Bulma blinked and chuckled softly, placing a warm hand on his cold cheek. "You are him-"

"No, Mom! I'm not!" Trunks was now looking up at her with equal sapphire flames dancing in his eyes, but quickly looked back down when he felt tears beginning to brim. With a much lower voice, he added: "I'm nowhere near his level. Stronger than Dad? No..."

Bulma could feel her heart beginning to break seeing her son upset about something he shouldn't have ever known about; and for this very reason. Noting that Trunks allowed her hand to remain where it was, she cleared her throat to sound more positive. "Trunks, you're still so young! The boy from the future was eighteen. You've got time-"

"Age doesn't matter."

Trunks glanced up with shame written all over him while Bulma quickly whipped her head around to see Bardock standing behind her with his arms crossed over his tattered armor plated chest. Furrowing her eyebrows, the angry mother quickly got to her feet and placed her hands on her hips; the most deadly fighting position known to Saiyan kind. "And just where do you get off telling my son personal matters!? How the hell did you even know about that!?"

Bardock ignored the woman, gently pushing the fuming Bulma aside so he could face Trunks. He was once more looking down at the tiles with an embarrassed look, fiddling with his thumbs and disappointed in himself for letting Bardock hear all of those negative thoughts come to life. "Get up, kid. We need to talk."

"Ohhhh no!" Bulma interjected, placing herself back in between her son and the traitor. She spread her arms out and raised her chin a bit higher to show her authority. "You had a year's worth of time to talk to him. I believe your job is done now."

Looking at her expression caused Bardock to roll his eyes as images of Prince Vegeta flashed through his mind. There was no mistaking this was his mate of choice. Knowing that raising his voice to the earthwomen never got him anywhere except on the floor or with a broom poking him in the eyes, he placed his large hands on the rather dainty shoulders of this particular earthwoman and looked her dead in the eyes. "I saw you as a little brat riding a bike with my son. I know you care about this planet more than anyone. Can you please just give me one minute with your kid?"

Bulma raised an eyebrow at the way he was speaking through clenched teeth and then smirked. "Alright. But you have to give me a genuine smile."

More twitching than the Saiyan ever thought possible ran through his eye as the tiny female made the offer. Forcing his fangs to reveal themselves, Bulma shrieked and simpered away a bit. "Is this good enough?"

"You're so creepy looking when you do that!"

"Great. Go away now."

Bardock had to fight his smirk when he heard the woman growl, but Bulma walked away to join the others. Although Goku's father had found a way to her bad side momentarily, she knew that whatever he had to say was important. The scar-faced Saiyan glanced over in her direction to make sure she was with Chi-Chi. Noticing Goten was pouting by his mother's leg, Bardock motioned him to come over and join them. Happily doing so, the boy landed right beside his newly bald friend. "Trunks, I never want to hear you doubting yourself ever again. You got that?"

"Yes, but-"

"But, what!?" Bardock snarled, causing the mothers in the far-off corner to scowl at him as their sons frowned. "You were so confident before we left the chamber. What the fuck happened?"

"I'm sorry," Trunks tried to keep his voice and eyes steady as he looked into the pissed-off orbs of the grandfather Saiyan. "It's just... I can sense Majin Buu, all the way up here. I never thought I'd be able to do that, which is great. But... I don't know..."

"Yeah," Goten rubbed the back of his head, keeping his eyes closed to he wouldn't see his grandpa being grumpy. "I feel like the fight is going to be pretty boring!"

"Boring!?" Bardock raised an eyebrow, prepared to backhand the children when Trunks shook his head wildly.

"No, no! That's not it, stupid!" Trunks glared at Goten, who lowered his head in shame for a moment before the raised hand that was meant to be a slap turned into a sweet pat on the head from his grandfather. "You said the future me killed that Frieza guy so fast, but this Majin Buu guy is weaker than him and-" he raised a purple eyebrow when Bardock began chuckly darkly and shaking his head in disbelief. "What!?"

"This fatass is a lot stronger than Frieza," he continued to chuckle when Trunks' eyes began to widen. "Once you defeat him, you'll make a mockery of your future self. I promise."

"Wait..." Trunks pouted again, realizing something. "If Frieza is weaker, why did you guys have such a hard time killing him? You know, before I stepped in, of course." He flashed his bright white teeth at Goten, who clapped his hands in excitement.

"Well... Frieza was the strongest foe there was for us to face until all these other sinister assholes came into the picture," Bardock was actually surprised, having realized this himself. At this point in their lives, hell even Bardock himself could have a shot at killing Frieza. He shook his head, still not believing just how strong the Saiyans and half Saiyans were now. It was believed that it would take an entire army of them to take him down; but one punch from his son and eldest grandson could kill the bastard. "But things have changed so damn much, kids. This world, your home, the newest foe... It's only right for his demise to be met in your tiny little hands."

They immediately looked at their palms, and then back at each other with wild grins. "Wow!" Trunks' eyes grew twice their size. "So you really think I can be just like the future Trunks!? Except his Frieza is my Buu!?"

Now Bardock had a genuine smile. "Exactly. But remember, you still need help from your little buddy, alright? Be smart. Do exactly as we trained; and keep Gotenks in check and in his final transformation at all costs. He's an incredibly fast learner... And I know it's not possible without you kids. We're going to head down there in a bit, alright?"

"Why not now?" Trunks asked, completely respectfully and just out of simple curiosity for a change. It was a change Bardock was relieved to see. "We're as ready as we're ever going to be."

"You are," Bardock smirked, agreeing with the child completely until he gestured over to where the children's mothers were. "But remember what I said about being a kid whenever you had the chance?"

A slow, grateful smile crossed Trunks' face as he nodded at Bardock. "Yeah. I understand now. Thank you... grandpa." He blushed immediately, wanting to curse under his breath if he were the one to do so, and quickly ran to his mother's side to avoid any awkward silences between the Saiyan grandfather that would surely have happened.

Bardock, however, was not feeling awkward in the slightest bit. The only thing that was wrong after Trunks had called him that term, that term that signified him as a family member, was the painful feeling swelling up in his chest. The messy-haired Saiyan still had no idea what the hell it was. He finally glanced away from Trunks interacted with his mother to see Goten looking a bit jealous. "What's wrong with you, kid?"

"Well," he shuffled his feet a bit, afraid of what the scar-faced one would say. "Remember how it was just you and me at the beginning? You taught me how to fly... You kept the monsters away at night... We spent all day together! Now it's like I have to share you," the boy's pout was bigger than any other one he had ever put on. "Just like I have to share Gohan with Videl!"

"You think I just forgot about all of those things?" Bardock shook his head and sat cross-legged on the floor, gesturing for Goten to come sit on the tiles beside him. The boy did so, but looked forlorn the entire time. He didn't even look at his grandpa; just at the black lines on his little boots. "Trunks lost the only male figure in his life, Goten. His father. I couldn't just push him to the side and give all my attention to you."

"I know," the sad child sighed into his knees that were now pulled up against his chest. "I can't believe that happened to Trunks. And I know his father was around a lot longer, but... But I lost mine, too!" The tears that were beginning to fall out of Goten's eyes use to cause Bardock to become uncomfortable, but now he was beginning to learn how to shut them up. It worked pretty well on the earthwomen, too. Placing one arm around the child, he brought him in closer to his side while the child cried into his chest.

"I know it sucks, kid. I know," he rubbed his back, slightly turning red when he realized Videl and Chi-Chi were pointing and whispering. "But you have me, and I'm not going anywhere."

Goten pulled himself back immediately, his eyes puffy but in a scowl. "How do I know that!? What if the bright light that brought you here takes you away and I never ever see you ever again in my entire life!?"

The pain began to grow increasingly worse, not realizing that it was a possibility. Bardock had no control over his curse; the visions nor the time travelling. He swallowed hard, not understanding why he was beginning to feel sick. "You'll... You'll always have the memory of me, then."

"Not good enough," Goten whispered, unable to make his voice sound any higher. He was just so sad by all the losses in such a short amount of time. "Not good enough."

The grandfather searched the eyes of his youngest grandson, trying hard to find a way to cheer him up but knowing he could never lie to the kid. He cared way too much about him to do that. Bardock could never lie to any of them. He looked at his red wristband that was damaged in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber and took his arm off Goten momentarily. Removing the material, he proceeded to grab the boy's hand gently and slid the wristband down his sleeved arm, resting on top of his clothing.

"A part of me to carry with you."

Goten observed the red material with bright and wide eyes, completely shocked at the gesture yet overjoyed at the same time. He immediately rolled up the sleeve on his other arm to reveal a navy blue wristband. He removed it and put it on his grandfather's wrist in the same manner. Once he was finished, he smiled as sweetly as he could and wrapped his little arms around Bardock's neck. "I love you, Grandpa!"

Slowly, the Saiyan placed his hands on the back of his little leech. He raised one of his wrists a bit higher to observe the way that the wristband strangely fit perfectly despite their difference in size. There was so much he wanted to say to his grandson at the moment, and the words were on the tip of his tongue...

"Always," he managed to say a part of it. "Always."

Gohan rested his head in his hands, listening to the conversation his father and grandmother were having. Sighing deeply, he looked up from the grass and at the wrinkled face of Elder Kai. "Uhm, excuse me, sir? Do you think it's alright if you could ask my family to stand behind you so I can look at them? I haven't seen my grandma since... Well, ever."

Elder Kai flipped a page on his comic book, chuckling with delight and ignoring the frustrated teen.

"Please..."

"Fine," the old man spoke, not taking his eyes off the cartoon images while signaling for Goku and Gine to come up behind him. "Just don't talk so much. And I wouldn't recommend moving, either."

"Every part of my body is asleep, anyway," he muttered but his dark orbs light up a bit brighter once he saw his grandmother smiling down at him. Behind her was his father, donning the same goofy grin as her. "How are you guys? How is everyone on Earth?"

"I think they're fine," Goku chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his head. "I mean, I can sense that everyone is still alive and well... But that includes Majin Buu. I just wish I could see everything that's going on!"

"So impatient," Elder Kai cackled and shook his head. The Saiyans watched as he held his palm out, and soon a crystal orb appeared. "Catch, Goku!" He threw the orb behind him, and the messy-haired male caught it with excitement dancing across his orbs as the lookout appeared clear as day.

"Wow!" He held it tightly and began walking away from his mother, son, and the one who gave him the object he was so fascinated in. "This crystal ball is incredible! Hey guys, check it out!" Gine watched in disbelief as her son had abandoned them to join Supreme Kai and Kibito in a nearby tree to watch everything that was happening. Running long fingers through her hair, she turned her attention back to Gohan who was looking as miserable as ever.

"You know something?"

"What?" Gohan couldn't help but return the sweet smile she was giving him. There was something about his grandma that brought a calm aura around, just the same as his father.

"You look so much like your mother," she sighed and placed a hand against her heart as if it were aching. "King Kai helped me get a glimpse of her, and she's absolutely beautiful. So is that girlfriend of yours! The men in this family have excellent taste, don't they?"

The teenager blushed immediately, while Elder Kai began to snap his fingers. "Focus! Keep your attention on me!"

"Sorry," Gohan whispered and glanced up at his grandmother apologetically. "I guess this is a bad time to get close to you, Grandma. I promise as soon as I get the chance, we'll talk."

Gine kindly waved him off, not a bit offended. "Oh, don't worry. I understand. Just do what you need to do. But there is something I wanted to tell you, just so you know this is all worth it."

The grandson's eyes widened immediately with interest, speaking loudly despite Elder Kai's protests. "What is it!?"

The female Saiyan smiled slyly, feeling like she wasn't suppose to give it away but knowing it was something her grandson needed to hear at the moment. "You wanna know why Bardock went to the lookout and left you to come here alone?" When he shook his head, she clasped her hands together. "He had a vision of you. You were so, so strong. As strong as your father. And you didn't even look different."

"What.. What do you mean?"

She pointed at Elder Kai and winked. "I mean, this guy is the real deal!" Gine started to walk towards her son, but not before glancing over her shoulder one last time at her stunned grandson. "And I can't wait for you to show that Buu freak who you really are!"

Gohan watched as his grandmother walked away, feeling a whole lot of pride swelling up in his chest as he sat up straighter. Her voice was laced with the truth, and her orbs revealed honesty that let him know Elder Kai wasn't a joke. He smiled brightly at the old Shin-jin, prepared to be silent and focused for the remaining hours. He began to get excited when the Elder Kai closed his comic book and glanced over his shoulder at the female Saiyan.

"You know," he spoke lowly, turning his attention back to Gohan. "I wasn't sure of it then, but I'm absolutely positive now."

The teen raised an eyebrow. "Of what, exactly?"

"Your hot grandma!" he howled, slapping the ground while Gohan nearly fell backwards onto it. "Did you hear what she said about me!? This old man's still got it, and she's going to get that kiss alright!"

Majin Buu skipped down the road, happily bringing Mr. Satan the milk he had asked for. His friend had warned him not to make sure it was made from people, but the poor creature saw the opportunity and took it. "Buu like people milk, anyway!" he sang. "Mr. Satan doesn't need to know!"

He came to a halt when he heard the screeching sound, followed by a loud whimper. He looked up from his large milk carton and saw a black pickup truck speeding towards him. As it closed in, he extended his arms and grabbed it by the hood. He flung it like a piece of lint towards the canyons below, and continued skipping down the road to his home while people screamed bloody murder until there was nothing.

"Hm?" he tilted his head in confusion, seeing a bleeding animal on the ground. "What is this?" His curiosity got the best of him as he knelt down and picked the creature up in his arms. The animal continued to whimper, but licked his arm to show his gratefulness. Buu began laughing with delight feeling the slimy tongue touch his skin, and immediately returned the ache. The long tail of the wounded creature wagged like crazy, but that's all it could do to show its happiness.

Buu frowned, holding it closer against his chest as he approached Mr. Satan, who was standing outside the house looking at some pictures. "Why is it not happy with Buu?"

"Huh?" Hercule blinked his blue eyes, looking over the animal in the Majin's arms. "Oh! That's a puppy dog, Buu! And it looks like he's been injured!"

"Oh!" Buu nodded knowingly, and placed the puppy on the ground. Hercule watched in amazement as the pink being held his hands over the puppy until shimmering light descended from his palms. Ever so slowly, the dog's leg began to twitch until it realized it wasn't broken anymore. He immediately got to his feet, whining and wagging his tail while trying to jump up to Buu's face to kiss him.

Still, the Majin wasn't pleased. "Puppy no fear Buu?"

"Nope," Hercule grinned. "It looks like he wants to play with you!"

"Play?" Buu tilted his head.

"Yeah! Go run or something! He's so darn happy, I bet he'll follow you!"

The Majin grinned. "Okay! Okay!" He began running, and then looked over his shoulder to squeal in delight as the puppy was following right at his heels. Taking this in, Hercule Satan shook his head and looked back down at the photos in his hands; the ones he was going to show the media so they'd know he was once again the world's hero.

All Buu needed was a friend. He's so innocent...

Feeling frustrated with himself for the first time in a long time, he tore the picture of him standing victoriously over Majin Buu's body to shreds and placed the one of them smiling side by side in the pocket of his robe.

"Restrain your power," Bardock warned as the boys along with Piccolo followed him down to Earth. "I know this pink freak has strong senses, but we have to do what we can to have the upperhand. Got it?"

"Got it!" they said in unison.

The Namek's eyes wandered over to an elderly couple making their way down an deserted road and shook his head. "Do you believe this? They really think leaving one section of this planet will save them from Majin Buu."

The group of four landed on a patch of grass with silent thuds, eyeing the couple. Goten gasped loudly, picking up some energy coming from a cliff high above them. "Grandpa! Oh, no! I think they're going to shoot them!"

"What!?" Trunks growled, seeing the gunmen as well. The blonde man was aiming right at the old woman and the lavender-haired boy immediately began to tug on Bardock's leg; his best friend not taking long to join in. "You gotta stop them! You gotta!"

"Any movement from him will surely let Majin Buu know we're here," Piccolo snapped. "I can't believe people are acting so uncivilized in a time like this, but they can always be brought back to life-"

"Please, Grandpa! Please!"

"Please, Bardock!"

"I can't..." the Saiyan closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to see when the bullet hit.

"Please..."

"You can't let this happen... It's wrong!"

"You told us to save our energy! We can't do it ourselves!"

"Boys! Leave him alone, now!"

"BARDOCK!"

"GRANDPA!"

When the Saiyan opened his eyes, he found himself facing a trembling old man and woman with a bullet in his hands. The couple dropped to their knees immediately, bowing down graciously at the messy-haired hero who had just saved their lives. "Thank you," the old man cried out. "Thank you so much! May the gods bless you for the rest of your life! We are forever grateful!"

Bardock looked over his shoulder at the cliff to see that the gunmen had disappeared; and he wasn't interested in following them. "Save your blessings," he glowered down at the old folks. "Just get out of here while you can." He cursed under his breath at himself before reaching a hand down to help the old man up, and was silently thankful that he helped his wife up so the grumpy Saiyan didn't have to.

"What's your name?" the old man called as Bardock began to walk away.

"Great Saiyaman," he replied sarcastically, earning a faraway snort from Trunks while the elderly couple held hands tightly and watched as their hero disappeared from sight.