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* DBZ: Visitor From Home *
* By Mark "Zorpheus" Piper *
* E-mail: sumo_man@softhome.net *
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Chapter 3: Unexpected Olympic Event
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Ryouri flew across the landscape, clutching the disc in her hand
and angrily scanning the ground for the one who threw it. Though she
was mostly looking for vengeance on Kakkarot's part, she also left the
house for another reason: To mull over the surprising facts that the
visit to her future mate's dwelling presented to her.
Ryouri couldn't understand it. Kakkarot was not acting like a
Saiyan at all, but rather like the tame Earthlings he was living with.
Gone was the feral nature that makes one a Saiyan. Gone was the
ultimate pursuit of power, what a Saiyan desires the most. And gone
was the desire for an equally strong mate.
Instead, he lived like a human. Married a human. Loved a human.
With his tail cut off to even look like a human.
The Saiyan power was still there, she knew. She could sense it,
a technique learned from her travels. It ranked somewhat below her
own, but she sensed that most of his power was lying dormant, waiting
for the right moment to spring forth. The Saiyan Power was the only
indication that Kakkarot was even still a Saiyan. Ryouri was surprised
that unique strength didn't whither away from staying in the presence
of weakness for so long.
Ryouri smiled to herself in a fleeting moment, temporarily
clearing her sense of vengeance. Somehow, Kakkarot's imperfections
made him all the more irresistable. After all, what fun is the mate-
gathering process if the mate just lets you have him? Ryouri knew that
it was only a matter of time and a little memory jogging (and perhaps
some memory inserting) before she got Kakkarot to accept his place by
her side.
The light in her mind was once again covered by the clouds of the
desire for sweet revenge, as Ryouri focused herself on finding whoever
it was that didn't watch where he was throwing things.
After going reasonably far enough, Ryouri deduced that a human
couldn't possibly have tossed the disc. No human had the strength to
throw from this far away. Yes, Ryouri deduced that the thrower had to
be an alien.
Ryouri smiled again in irony. Possibly even a Saiyan.
Which means she had a lot further to go. Her body flared with
her personal ki once again as she let loose the power to fly faster.
In no time, she broke the sound barrier, and became a red-orange streak
in the sky, zooming in on her prey.

Back near the Son house, Gohan and Piccolo noticed Ryouri smash
through the window on the other side of the house and seem to take off
somewhere in a hurry.
Piccolo watched her go with his customary glare and then turned
to Gohan after she had faded from view in the horizon. "I'm going
after her. That woman's up to something and I plan on finding out what
it is. You stay with your dad."
Piccolo glided off before Gohan could voice any objection. He
wanted to help badly, but he knew better than to ignore a command from
Piccolo. Gohan figured he better survey the damage Ryouri left in her
wake.
He re-entered through his room's window - in order to avoid being
spotted coming from outside by his mom - and opened up the door to see
what was going on.
Goku was lying unconscious on the floor with a bump the side of a
grapefruit on his head, with ChiChi covering it with ice and bandages.
Gohan thought the bandages were overkill, but speaking against her mom
was even worse than speaking against Piccolo. Beside the two of them
was a single broken plate. It was a wonder there were not tens of
others like it from the way the house was shaking before.
His mom quickly looked up at the sound of the door opening and
glared at Gohan. For a moment, Gohan thought she was going to order
him back to the books even after all that happened.
Then ChiChi half-yelled, "What are you doing just standing there?
Help me get your Dad to a bed!"
Gohan nearly sighed with relief and hurried over to lift his dad.
Even with his considerable strength, it was hard for Gohan to lift his
equally brawny and limp father. *Geez, Dad, lay off the noodles a bit,
will you?*, Gohan thought to himself as he hauled him to the futon
ChiChi had rolled out for him.
Eventually, they both had Goku sprawled out on the futon. ChiChi
fussed over his form, trying to get him in a more comfortable and
orderly position. When that was done, she announced, "I'll go get the
blankets and the Aspirin. Keep an eye on your father."
A bead of sweat formed on Gohan's forehead. Blankets and
Aspirin? But before Gohan could say anything, ChiChi was already
rounding the corner, leaving the room.
ChiChi had just started to rummage through the linen closet for
the extra blankets when Gohan noticed Goku was coming around. It
wasn't surprising to Gohan, as his dad was a Super Saiyan, and has
taken far more punishment than being klonked on the head with a piece
of metal. "Mom! Dad is coming to!"
The rummaging sounds stopped, and ChiChi hastily ran into the
room, kneeling by the bed and all of a sudden sounding like the
concerned motherly type. "Goku! Are you alright?"
Goku lazily opened his eyes, his hand going instinctively towards
the bruise on his head.
ChiChi caught the arm. "Don't touch it! You'll only disturb the
bandages!"
Goku didn't object, more due to disorientation than due to not
wanting to mess up bandaging. "What... happened?"
ChiChi calmly answered, "You were hit in the head by something
that went through the window. Some big metal object."
Goku sat up despite protests from ChiChi. "Where.. what happened
to Ryouri?"
Concern and Jealousy battled it out in ChiChi's head. Jealousy
emerged the victor. "You mean that tramp? She went out looking for
revenge in your name," she replied hotly.
A warning went through Goku's head, almost as sharp as his
headache. "Did you say, 'looking for revenge'?"
ChiChi nodded. "Yes... now forget about her and don't move so
quickly! You have quite a bump-"
"I'm fine," Goku interrupted with urgency, "and I really need to
find her!"
ChiChi flared. "Goku, what's the meaning of this?! Going out to
save some woman who's trying to ruin our marriage! Why, she's a slut
if I ever saw one!"
Goku quickly tried to reason with her. "You don't understand! A
Saiyan loose in the world is a very serious problem!"
ChiChi folded her arms. "I will not let you risk your health to
go off and save some alien prostitute!"
Quickly, Gohan intervened. "Mom, weren't you going to get some
blankets for Dad?"
"Oh! Right! You just stay right there!" ChiChi raced off back
to the linen closet.
When the sound of rummaging continued, Gohan whispered into
Goku's ear. "Quick, Dad. Now's your chance."
Goku looked at his son in disapproval, but matched Gohan's voice
volume. "Son, who taught you to be so devious?"
Gohan looked down. "Well, I guess I have been spending a little
too much time with Yajirobe," he looked back into his father's eyes.
"But you need to go and help Piccolo right now! That lady seems to be
pretty powerful."
"I'll do it, as long as you promise to help protect me against
your mom when I come back," Goku conceded with a wink.
Gohan had to restrain himself from laughing out loud. "Right,
Dad. Be careful."
Goku nodded and quietly opened up a window, flying away while
waving to his son. Gohan waved back for a little bit and then quickly
composed herself for ChiChi's return, who happened to walk in at that
moment.
"I'm sorry Mom, but Dad was adamant about going. I couldn't stop
him," offered Gohan, faking a helpless voice.
ChiChi's eyes went from shocked to angry in a matter of seconds.
She ran up to the window in a growl. "GOKU!! WHAT KIND OF EXAMPLE ARE
YOU SETTING FOR OUR GOHAN?! COME BACK HERE THIS INSTANT! GOKU!!!!!"
But Goku was already long gone.

Trunks was already well into the Olympics, just beginning the
weightlifting contest, when he sensed it: A gigantic unfamiliar ki
level coming straight in the direction for the stadium. He looked
around the massive arena at the stands full of people cheering for him
and clenched his fists. He wasn't sure if the power was friend or foe,
and he couldn't risk the lives of the spectators if the warrior turned
out to be looking for trouble.
But how would he make them all leave?
Trunks smiled as he got an idea that would probably clear the
stadium with little to no injuries to the bystanders, while at the same
time preparing himself for a potential battle.
The announcer cleared his throat. "It appears that our young
champion is hesitating. Perhaps he is wearing down after performing so
many incredible feats in the last events?"
Trunks kneeled down and began to rapidly gather energy from his
surroundings. Within moments the ground began to shake from the
gathering of such a large amount of power.
He could dimly hear people in the stands yelling "Earthquake!"
not knowing that it was actually the Japanese contender causing the
earth to shake. Within his field of vision, the people scrambled out
of their seats to get to an exit.
When Trunks finally stopped, he felt the extra energy flowing
through his veins, and also was satisfied to see that everyone had
cleared out of the stadium, leaving just him in the abandoned complex.
He then waited patiently for the Ki signature to reach him.

Ryouri felt the powerful Ki signature just a few hundred miles
away, and knew that she had found the one that hit her mate Kakkarot on
the head. That she went all the way from Japan to Greece in order to
find the one was no surprise to her. If the person was alien, he
probably had the strength to throw things completely around the world
if he wanted to.
Ryouri laughed in excitement. This fight will prove a challenge
to her, no doubt. She was glad that a human didn't throw the disc, as
it would have made her revenge so boring.
As the Ki signature drew closer, Ryouri felt it grow stronger.
"So, whoever it is knows I'm coming," she affirmed to herself.
"This will prove interesting."
She rapidly approached a large city, and amidst that, an even
larger arena-type structure. Yes, that was it. She came to a complete
stop over the open-roof of the arena and looked it over. It seemed to
be completely empty, except...
A boy – can't be any older than a teenager, Ryouri decided –
stood at the other end of the arena. Ryouri found him somewhat
handsome, but unusual, for he had on rather casual clothing for a
warrior. Above all, he had combed hair the color of amethyst. She
noted the purple hair and sighed in dismay: He can't be a Saiyan with
that hair, for every Saiyan is born with black hair. *Oh well,* she
thought to herself, *He still seems powerful enough to be a challenge.*
The boy's grim face briefly shifted to shock before reverting
back to the dour look.
*He didn't expect his combatant to be as beautiful and powerful
as I am, I bet!*, Ryouri thought vainly and smiled at her own
prediction.
Then her face, too, became a grim mask. Down to business.
"You! Are you the one that threw this?!" Ryouri held up the
metal disc for the teenager to see.
Another look of surprise flashed across his face. "Yes, I
believe I did."
Ryouri growled ferally. "And what is your name, boy?"
He hesitated, and then proclaimed, "My name is Trunks Briefs."
The name caught her completely by surprise. She utterly failed
in restraining herself from bursting out laughing. "Trunks! Trunks
Briefs! Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds?"
Trunks didn't show any sign that he was taken aback. "I'm glad
to know that you can conduct a conversation on a mature, adult level."
Ryouri stopped laughing almost immediately, and growled again,
bursting into a red-orange energy field. "My name is Ryouri, and I
will avenge my mate Kakkarot's injury along with my Saiyan pride!"
Trunks flinched again. Ryouri was beginning to think that the
boy had something wrong with his facial muscles. But he stood stone-
faced once again. "I didn't want this to turn into a fight, but you
leave me no choice." With that, he summoned the power within him and
his hair stood on end, changing to a golden color.
Ryouri noticed a dramatic increase in power, but eyed him
skeptically. "Oh, wow, you can turn your hair blond. Am I supposed to
be impressed?"
Trunks stared back at her. "You've never heard of the legend?
Just as well. Your ignorance will be your downfall."
Ryouri snickered. "Sure, sure, pretty boy. In case you haven't
noticed, I am still stronger than you are." She clenched her fists
together, and a sword made of Ki appeared in her hands. Smiling
wickedly, she charged at the impertinent teenager.

Trunks saw the ki sword materialize, and immediately regretted
leaving his own sword back at Capsule Corps. He dodged several slashes
of the sword by weaving left and right, but his margin of escape from
the slashes was getting smaller by the second. When a slash grazed the
corner of his jacket, Trunks zanzokened to above his foe, and let out a
quick blast of Ki.
A cloud of smoke filled the area from the explosion, but when it
cleared, Trunks realized that Ryouri was not in it. He looked right
and left, trying to sense her ki level, and managed to do so too late
to stop the reappearing Ryouri from pounding him in the back with a
Double Axe Handle strike. The force of the blow sent him smashing into
the ground, dazing him slightly.
He knew better than to stop to regain his senses, and rolled out
of the way in time to avoid Ryouri's sword cleaving into the ground.
Taking advantage of Ryouri's split-second delay in preparing for her
next attack, Trunks went on the offensive in a flurry of punches and
kicks. However, Ryouri recovered faster than he expected and met his
offensive with her free hand alone, blocking his techniques almost
without effort. Then she swiped her sword at him, and Trunks was
forced to back away from the blade.
Ryouri pulled back with amusement on her face. "You at least
managed to survive the first few seconds of battle. At least you're
not a total disappointment. Catch!"
Trunks dove to the side to avoid the ki sword flying straight at
him, but was still blown to the side as it exploded upon hitting the
ground. He managed to stop himself from colliding into the stadium
bleachers, and when a zanzoken saved him from being blown up along with
them by another sword, Trunks thanked the Heavens again that he was
able to get everyone out of the combat zone.
Trunks came to a halt in the air, and noticed that all it took as
a split second for Ryouri to generate another sword of energy. She
cackled gleefully and sent another one his way, but Trunks had an
easier time avoiding the shot in the sky's unobstructed space. He took
the opportunity to move in, and Ryouri, not expecting the bold
offensive after so much defense on Trunks's part, receive a solid punch
to the jaw.
She fell back a ways, enraged. "Didn't your father ever teach
you not to hit a lady?"
Trunks couldn't help but laugh. "He didn't get a chance to, but
my father would have taught me to hit all the ladies I want."
Ryouri laughed in return. "Well, at least you're not as gullible
as a Namek I met earlier." She spawned another sword and came after
him, and Trunks decided to stop conserving his energy. This woman
meant business. He began to move his hands in vigorous thrusts.
Ryouri was 50 feet away. A Ki ball began to take shape in his
moving hands.
35 feet away. The ball hummed with power and shined with energy.
Just a little more.
20 feet away. Trunks deemed it enough. He shoved his hands
forward, shouting "BURNING ATTACK!"
Ryouri managed to cross her sword in front of her to meet the
beam of Ki. The Ki concentration overpowered the meager energy of her
sword and began to push on her arms, which promptly began to sting from
the contact with the raw power. However, Ryouri quickly focused her ki
to her arms, and flung the blast away from her.
She stared at the youth contemptuously, her forearms prickling in
pain from annoying first-degree burns. Then she smiled. "Not bad...
not bad at all. But unfortunately for you, TRUNKS *snicker*, if you
burn me, I burn back, and my moves are as hot as myself!"
"Well then, I have nothing to fear," remarked Trunks without
missing a beat.
Ryouri's grin turned into a sour look. "Your mouth is too big
for your own good, pretty boy! Now it is time to finish you!"
Of course, Trunks had made the comment only to cause his opponent
to make a mistake out of anger, but the power he sensed that Ryouri was
now gathering made him wish that he didn't have his father's talent for
throwing insults.

Goku sped with all haste in the direction that he could feel the
two signatures of great power. Both signatures were somewhat familiar
to him, but he had not much experience sensing either Ki signature. He
knew that Ryouri seemed to have found Trunks, and was fighting it out,
but he couldn't tell which signature belonged to whom.
He knew, though, that the larger one was Ryouri, and that Trunks
could not hold her off indefinitely.
He could also sense Piccolo, much closer to him, heading towards
the two powers. Goku didn't know if Piccolo could make a difference in
the duel, but perhaps Piccolo and Goku together...?
Goku remembered all the times he banded together with Piccolo to
stop a greater evil. For the most part, they were an unstoppable team.
Goku was determined that, this time as well as the next hundred times,
they will remain so.
However, as he neared meeting Piccolo, two non-dismissible doubts
formed in his mind.
First, was Ryouri really evil? She is a Saiyan, true, and
Saiyans are prone to violent tendencies, but he keeps hoping that
somewhere in the universe, another Saiyan just like him exists with a
good heart; Someone who can control his or her impulses. Is Ryouri
the indication that his search is over? Or is she just like all the
others?
Second, if Ryouri is evil, and possesses that much power, how can
even the team of Goku and Piccolo hope to stop her?
Determination crossed Goku's face. Just like all the other evils
he had faced: Give it his all to make them see their wrongs in the only
way they will learn.

Ryouri put a hand out in front of her, and three beams of light
materialized in front of her. Even through her concentration, she
managed a grin at the boy. Soon he will be turned from a remarkable
young warrior into unremarkable dust.
The only drawback to Ryouri's move is that it is not for the
impatient. It took several minutes to charge enough energy for her
personal attack, and in a battle, that is forever. At any time, the
impetuous boy could attack again, disrupting the necessary
concentration.
But then Ryouri began to think rationally. Not with this
technique. Ryouri had spent long hours perfecting this attack, making
it perfect. The energy she gathered also acted as a shield,
essentially making her invulnerable to any head-on technique. If
Trunks tried going around it, she simply would concentrate energy in
the new direction. Every angle is blockable, and every angle can be
fired from.
Ryouri's grin grew wider.
Yes, this really is the perfect technique.
She just wished it didn't take so blasted long.

Trunks couldn't believe his senses. The energy gathered for this
attack was almost too much to be close to. He knew that he simply
could not let her go through with this attack.
Trunks charged a ball of Ki in his hand and tossed it at Ryouri's
front, but the blast just fizzled out when it came into contact with
those three beams of light and energy.
Trunks grimaced. Just as he thought.
He quickly zanzokened to Ryouri's back and let loose another
blast of Ki.
The beams adjusted themselves to absorb the blast.
Trunks's face filled with dismay, and in desperation, he
furiously zanzokened around the charging Ryouri, firing ball after ball
of ki, each in a new location. However, it never failed: The beams
absorbed each discharge. And worse, for every ball he pitched to the
light, it grew brighter, seemingly feeding off of his energy.
Ryouri slowly turned to regard him. "Now, feel my vengeance!
LIGHT HAWK WINGS!!"
The three beams spun faster and faster, and all of the energy
focused into one beam, which flew unerringly at Trunks, and too fast
for him to even give time to react.
Trunks had run out of time. He closed his eyes and whispered as
he felt the beam's heat, "I'm sorry Mom, I failed..."
Then he realized something. The technique should have hit him by
now. Yet, why did he feel only heat?
He opened his eyes to find Goku inches in front of him, a Ki
shield from him straining to hold back the massive beam of blue energy.
Goku yelled at Trunks in a tight voice, "Trunks, get out of here!"
Trunks could only thank God (Goku?) that he was saved, and made a
quick exit from the beam's path. Even the heat was unbearable.

Ryouri couldn't see in the blue haze as energy poured out from
her and smacking into her opponent, so she could not see that Goku had
arrived and intervened on Trunks's behalf. All she knew was surprise
that the boy was faring so well against her powerful attack.
No, she thought, he musn't survive the Light Hawk Wings. This is
to be the grand finale, the ultimate destruction!
Ryouri went beyond her ki potential, and pumped her very life
force into the blast. Why should she care if she died from this? At
least Kakkarot would be avenged and her own Saiyan pride restored.
Ah well, life was fun while it lasted.
The force shredded the tentative defenses, and through the loud
hum of destructive energies, she heard a scream of pain.
It was not the scream she expected to hear.
Horrified that she somehow missed the boy and accidentally fried
someone coming to his rescue, Ryouri cut off the flow of energy from
the Light Hawk Wings. Without Ryouri's body to channel energy through,
the ki-hungry wings fizzled out.
The last thing a horrified Ryouri saw as she passed out from
using too much of her inner life force was the blackened form of
Kakkarot, falling limply towards the earth.
And then she, too, began her fall, as her consciousness faded to
darkness.