I Own Nothing. Do you understand me? Nothing. NOTHING! (Slaps myself) ahem. Now, where was I? Oh yes.NOTHING! Not Dragon Ball Z, not Sailor Moon, nor any of the characters in the story except for the ones I made up. And if you have ever watched any of the cartoons, you will know which ones they are.

Also, let me say that I am a compulsive writer. Meaning I pick up a piece of paper and simply start writing without any idea what-so-ever as to what is going to happen next in the story. This does not mean that I will not finish the story. But I am open to any ideas or suggestions to keep the story going. It wont take me long to get stuck. So e-mail me at manofvertue@yahoo.com or review and give your opinions and I'll see what I can do. Enjoy the second chapter!

Amy listened to Serena as they walked to school later that morning, just now learning of her strange encounter with the caped crusader. Only half listening, as she was busy typing away in her small pocket computer. (Of which she is always on.) "So any idea of who this guy is?" She didn't take her eyes off the computer but simply stated.

(Writers Note) Have you ever noticed how Amy is always on that pocket computer thingy? Yet you never know just what exactly she is doing on it? Makes you wonder if she has got an encyclopedia in there or something. Yet she never fails to find an answer or solution with it. Just wait and see!

"Nope. All I know is that he called himself the Great Surgeon Man or something like that." Serena wasn't paying much attention either. She was busy dreading the upcoming test in class that day.

"You mean, The Great Sayiaman?" she actually stopped typing for a minute and looked over at her friend with curiosity.

She stopped walking to listen to her friend. "Yeah, that was it." She struggled to remember. "Why? What do you know about him?"

Any started typing on her computer again. "He's a crime fighter over in Southwest city. Really strong too, or so I heard."

(Writers note) See! What did I tell you? Makes you wonder, is she really as smart as she lets on? Or is it all really just the computer? Find out next time, On Dragon Sailor Z! No just kidding! I always wanted to say that! Don't bash me for it!

Serena reflected on this for a minute. "He must be, if he took on a Nega-verse creep single handedly. You know how strong they've been getting lately." She wondered just who he was. What he looked like under the helmet. I wonder if he's cute? What is it with my infatuation of guys and masks?

She lost balance and fell over, as she was suddenly startled out of her Riviera.

"Serena!" Molly called over to her friend and ran to catch up with her "Did you hear the News?"

"News?" she asked questioningly. It seemed she was kept in the dark about everything that was going on recently. Or was that constantly?

"There's a new guy that's going to be in our class!" Molly said excitedly. "And I hear that he's really smart."

"Like how smart?" she wasn't getting a great feeling about this.

"Genius! Complete Genius!" Melvin appeared out of no-where and pronounced his opinion. Obviously the most excited of them all.

"Ew. why don't I think this is such a good thing." Serena suddenly had a vision of a Melvin look alike running around the school and following her like the last one had. She shuttered inwardly.

"Well, lets go meet this Genius!" Amy grabbed a hold of her hand and began pulling her in the direction of the school.

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Serena sat at her desk, trying to catch all the gossip that was floating about the room. Amy was paying no attention at all, too busy with her nose in a book. Molly sat next to her, relaying everything she had heard about the guy. Melvin sat happily in his desk, awaiting a discussion with another genius, such as himself.

"I heard he's really smart!"

"I heard he fought in the strongest under the heavens martial arts tournament!"

"I heard that he's really cute!"

"Cute huh?" she remarked that last one skeptically. She didn't think anything could ever come close to Tuxedo Mask.

"Class." the teacher walked into the room and tried to quiet down the students, without success. "Class." she was starting to get irritated. "CLASS!" she yelled off the top of her lungs. The students promptly shut up. Outside the door was heard a distinct "yelp" as Gohan was also startled at the teachers out-burst.

Gohan walked into the room, and immediately one could hear the sigh of every girl in the room. Well.okay. Almost every girl in the room. Grumbling could be heard from all the guys in the room. Annoyed that this guy should get the special treatment from the girls and they should be ignored.

"Whoa! Cutie!" She couldn't stop herself from saying. She put her hands on her head and tried to calm herself down. "Remember Tuxedo Mask.remember Tuxedo Mask." Why the hell should I? Its not like he ever took notice of me. Go for it!"

"Class, this is Son Gohan. I want to make him feel COMFORTABLE. I mean. I want him. I MEAN. I want the CLASS to make him feel comfortable." The teacher began to fumble and looked slightly blushed. Fortunately, no one was paying any attention to the teacher. "So, Son, tell us a little about yourself."

Gohan thought quickly. What could he tell them about himself and not sound crazy? He was a super hero in disguise? He was fighting an evil monster named Buu? "Well.uh. I'm seven-teen; I've lived most of my life in the country. I fought in the Strongest Under the Heavens Martial Arts Tournament some months ago, and I enjoy studying and spending time with friends." He wasn't lying.

"Thank you, Gohan. You may have a seat at the back of the room. Melvin will bring you up to date with what we are doing class. The rest of introduction can wait until the end of class."

Serena watched him take a seat next to her in the back of the room. But tried not to look like she was looking at him. She couldn't help but feel that there was something kind of familiar about this guy? Was it his voice that was familiar? She could place her finger on it.

Sitting in the back of the room, Gohan noticed the blonde girl next to him was looking at him, but trying not to look like she was looking at him. Well, everyone was actually looking at him. But he figures this was probably because he was new. Still, there was something familiar about the girl sitting next to him. She looked like someone he should know. What is the hair that was familiar? He couldn't place his finger on it.

Meanwhile. in the Nega-verse.

A large pair of glowing red eyes floated amongst the endless reaches of space in the Nega verse. They flared briefly in anger and impatience at the small man bowing before him. "You have failed me again, Bourkan. What is your excuse?" A voice growled and echoed endlessly.

"Interference, your majesty King Mogroth." He bowed a little deeper. He wished he'd had a little more time to make himself look presentable before his King. His black, greased hair stuck out at bad angles and his cloths filthy from being on earth. But Mogroth had requested his immediate return.

Mogroth growled softly. "The Sailor Scouts?"

"No, your Majesty. A man. He called himself, The Great Sayiaman." Bourkan kept his eyes focused on the floor.

The king's eyes widened for a moment as if realizing something. "Sayiaman. Sayian." He breathed.

Bourkan looked up at his master. Did the King know something about this guy? Had his King sent him on a mission he knew he wouldn't be able to complete? Realizing that he was starring, he quickly brought his head back down and hoped that his master had not been watching. This is it. He thought to himself. Death was usually the punishment for failure. He awaited the fatal blow.

Mogroth felt eyes watching him and glared down at his servant. "You are a good soldier, Bourkan, and a good servant to the Nega-verse, therefore, I will not kill you yet. You will be given one more chance to prove your usefulness. Your mission will be to go to earth. There, you will learn all that you can about this "Sayiaman." Who he really is, where he lives, what his weaknesses are."

"Yes, your majesty." He felt like giving a huge sigh of relief, but held it in. He would not fail this task.

"But, for you impudence, and your failures, you will complete this task as a human." Mogroth looked down at his servant with the slightest amount of humor in his voice.

Bourkan eyes widened in horror. A human? He looked up at his master, but before he could say anything, a beam of red light shot out from the king's eyes, consuming him. Leaving him feeling small, weak, helpless, human.

"Do your job, and I will bestow your powers back on you. If your work pleases me, I will bestow MORE power upon you. You will not return until you have what I ask for." The dark red eyes closed and disappeared.

Bourkan was left standing in the darkness. He stood and looked around at that which was his home. Now if felt dark, forbidding, unwelcome. Humanity already taking place. Still, he would complete his mission, and as quickly as possible. A dark portal opened up behind, and he walked back into the world of the humans.

Though no one was around to hear it, a soft and evil sounding laugh pierced the silence. "This may be even better than I thought. With the help of this sayians energy, I might be able to regain that which was taken from me. That, and perhaps something more." he laughed maniacly.