SaiyaChan! Where are you coming from, Saiyachan?! Nobody knows who you are!!!!
*The first person to email me and correctly tell me what the title is a play off, gets a story
of their choosing written by me! :) Good luck!!!
Two days later . . . at Capsule Corp.
"Mr. Briefs, I think you'd better take a look at this," his secretary came in with a worried
look upon her face. She was holding a newspaper tightly to her body as if she was carry a top
secret, classified file.
"What is it, Ms. Shikelgruv?" *Author's Note: Shikelgruv is play off what the Three Stooges
called Hitler-- Shikelgroover. Trunks asked before she threw down a paper which headline
read: 'New Super-hero On The Loose--- Look Out Trunks!' "Nande ka?" He asked as he read
about how a new super-hero in Orange Star City* had thwarted two bank robberies when the busy
mogul couldn't be reached. *Author's note: In case anyone's confused about which city that is;
it's the city in the anime/manga that's called Satan City. I guess it's Hercule City in
the American version. In the Mirai timeline, Mr. Satan wouldn't be the celebrity that he is in
the present DBZ timeline. So, Orange Star City wouldn't have been changed to Satan/Hercule
City.
"Who is that, Mr. Brief?" She asked, looking as worried as he did.
"I don't know," he told her as he studied the picture of a costumed-clad figure standing tall
upon a fallen criminal. He began to think of the night when he felt a strong Ki coming from
Orange Star City, but brushed it off thinking that it was one of the crazy, militant Martial
Artists from Videl Satan's dojo. Mentally kicking himself for his lack of judgment on that
night, he wondered if this new super-hero could be one of her students-- or even her.
"The name of this super-hero is, 'The Great Saiyachan,'" Ms. Shikelgroove said.
"Saiyachan?" He looked at the picture again and noticed how shapely this super-hero's body
was. 'It must be Videl Satan then!'
"I thought what you're thinking as well. Could she be a Saiyan like you?" The secretary had
been with Capsule Corp. since Bulma had reformed the company after the Androids' demise. She
was trusted with Brief's family secrets such as how to make a capsule and that Trunks was
part-alien.
"No, impossible. I am the last of the Saiyan race," he sighed. For one moment, he did think
of how wonderful it would be for this mystery woman to be a demi-Saiyan. He'd again have
someone who knew what it was to have Saiyan blood running through their veins. Someone who
understood him like Gohan did. Thoughts of what the 'other' Gohan was like now raced through
Trunks's mind. He wondered if the little boy he left in the future followed in Goku's
footsteps, becoming the greatest warrior of all. He also wondered about his own father and how
he was coping with fatherhood. His present self would be in the midst of adolescence now. He
bet that the teenager was living a life totally different from his had been when he was
thirteen-- hoping that it was filled with peace and tranquility.
"Mr. Brief?" The secretary said as if it was the fifth time she'd said it.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Shikelgruv."
"Should I tell the board that the meeting will be postponed until further notice?" She smiled
seeing the gleem in his eyes.
"Yes, please tell them that I will contact them later with a time and place. Right now, I have
a superhero to unmask," he straightened his tie as he stood from his chair. The secretary
smiled and waved as she walked out of the door. Trunks walked over to the window and looked
out upon the city which had been rebuilt over the years. All of this progress-- he was
responsible for. He felt sometimes like he was carrying the world upon his shoulders.
Breathing a sigh, however not of relief, he turned back to his desk and the newspaper.
'If Trunks Brief is too busy in Western Capital City playing millionaire playboy to help the
good people of Orange Star City, then I will be this city's champion!' was the quote the Great
Saiychan gave to the Orange Star Gazette. "This woman sounds pretty pissed at me. I wonder
what I could've done to deserve this fury?"
At that moment, he picked up the phone and dialled a number. "Mom? I need your help. I'm
going to need a disguise."
*The first person to email me and correctly tell me what the title is a play off, gets a story
of their choosing written by me! :) Good luck!!!
Two days later . . . at Capsule Corp.
"Mr. Briefs, I think you'd better take a look at this," his secretary came in with a worried
look upon her face. She was holding a newspaper tightly to her body as if she was carry a top
secret, classified file.
"What is it, Ms. Shikelgruv?" *Author's Note: Shikelgruv is play off what the Three Stooges
called Hitler-- Shikelgroover. Trunks asked before she threw down a paper which headline
read: 'New Super-hero On The Loose--- Look Out Trunks!' "Nande ka?" He asked as he read
about how a new super-hero in Orange Star City* had thwarted two bank robberies when the busy
mogul couldn't be reached. *Author's note: In case anyone's confused about which city that is;
it's the city in the anime/manga that's called Satan City. I guess it's Hercule City in
the American version. In the Mirai timeline, Mr. Satan wouldn't be the celebrity that he is in
the present DBZ timeline. So, Orange Star City wouldn't have been changed to Satan/Hercule
City.
"Who is that, Mr. Brief?" She asked, looking as worried as he did.
"I don't know," he told her as he studied the picture of a costumed-clad figure standing tall
upon a fallen criminal. He began to think of the night when he felt a strong Ki coming from
Orange Star City, but brushed it off thinking that it was one of the crazy, militant Martial
Artists from Videl Satan's dojo. Mentally kicking himself for his lack of judgment on that
night, he wondered if this new super-hero could be one of her students-- or even her.
"The name of this super-hero is, 'The Great Saiyachan,'" Ms. Shikelgroove said.
"Saiyachan?" He looked at the picture again and noticed how shapely this super-hero's body
was. 'It must be Videl Satan then!'
"I thought what you're thinking as well. Could she be a Saiyan like you?" The secretary had
been with Capsule Corp. since Bulma had reformed the company after the Androids' demise. She
was trusted with Brief's family secrets such as how to make a capsule and that Trunks was
part-alien.
"No, impossible. I am the last of the Saiyan race," he sighed. For one moment, he did think
of how wonderful it would be for this mystery woman to be a demi-Saiyan. He'd again have
someone who knew what it was to have Saiyan blood running through their veins. Someone who
understood him like Gohan did. Thoughts of what the 'other' Gohan was like now raced through
Trunks's mind. He wondered if the little boy he left in the future followed in Goku's
footsteps, becoming the greatest warrior of all. He also wondered about his own father and how
he was coping with fatherhood. His present self would be in the midst of adolescence now. He
bet that the teenager was living a life totally different from his had been when he was
thirteen-- hoping that it was filled with peace and tranquility.
"Mr. Brief?" The secretary said as if it was the fifth time she'd said it.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Shikelgruv."
"Should I tell the board that the meeting will be postponed until further notice?" She smiled
seeing the gleem in his eyes.
"Yes, please tell them that I will contact them later with a time and place. Right now, I have
a superhero to unmask," he straightened his tie as he stood from his chair. The secretary
smiled and waved as she walked out of the door. Trunks walked over to the window and looked
out upon the city which had been rebuilt over the years. All of this progress-- he was
responsible for. He felt sometimes like he was carrying the world upon his shoulders.
Breathing a sigh, however not of relief, he turned back to his desk and the newspaper.
'If Trunks Brief is too busy in Western Capital City playing millionaire playboy to help the
good people of Orange Star City, then I will be this city's champion!' was the quote the Great
Saiychan gave to the Orange Star Gazette. "This woman sounds pretty pissed at me. I wonder
what I could've done to deserve this fury?"
At that moment, he picked up the phone and dialled a number. "Mom? I need your help. I'm
going to need a disguise."