Gohan landed on the Lookout and struck a Saiyaman pose.  Piccolo, Dende, and Mr. Popo, who had recently been playing a game of go fish, looked at him in both surprise and pity. 

                I can't believe he thinks that is cool, Mr. Popo thought.

                Even I wouldn't make someone wear that! Dende thought.

                Meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow, Piccolo sang the famous song.

                "Hey guys!" Gohan said, "How's it going?"

                "Not to bad Gohan, I'd ask how you are, but I can read your mind, so I don't need to." Dende responded, shuffling the deck, "You don't want to play cards?  Oh well."

                Gohan turned to Piccolo, "He can read minds?"

                "Yea, don't think anything evil about him, or he'll get you."

                Now, we know dear readers that if you are told not to think something, you are going to think about it.  Gohan was immediately struck by lightning. 

                "I told you not to think about being evil to him!"

                Gohan was struck again.  Turning to Dende, Piccolo saw that the smaller Namek had abandon the card game for a more amusing spectacle.  Piccolo turned back to the smoking Gohan.

                "But I don't want to smoke!"  Gohan said looking at the cigarette that was in his hand.

                No no, I said, Smoking as in burning.

                "Oh," Gohan responded, tossing the cigarette away, "Piccolo, I wanted to tell you that a world martial arts tournament is being held.  You should join!"

                "Sure, but are you going to wear that to compete in?"

                "Of course! You should try one on too! They work great!"

                (A/N: And this is were history changes.)

                "Sure!" Piccolo said, while Dende and Popo looked over in shear terror, "I think it looks great! Do you have a spare watch?"

                "Yea! Here you go," The half Saiyan said, pulling out a watch.

                Piccolo strapped the watch on and hit the button.  The tall Namek was suddenly in a helmet, cape, boots, vest and spandex under suit that matched Gohan's.

                "Dude!"  Piccolo said, checking himself out in a mirror he had manifested, "I look so cool!"

                "Yea!" Gohan exclaimed, "Now you just need a superhero name!"

                "Hmmmm, how about, 'I am the Super Alien Ass Kicker from Beyond!'" He yelled, sticking one leg straight out to the side and holding his arms straight up.  Gohan gave him a dubious look.  "No?" Piccolo asked.

                "No," Gohan said, "And learn to pose, that looked ridiculous."

                "Sorry," Piccolo hung his helmeted head, "Can I help you fight crime?"

                "Sure!"  Gohan said, and they flew off.

                Mr. Popo turned to Dende with an accusing look.

                "What?" Dende asked.

                "This is your fault.  All the lightning strikes must have given him brain damage!"  Mr. Popo turned on his heal and marched off.

                Dende stared at the retreating form, and as soon as Mr. Popo was out of sight, Dende sent out a thought and struck the black being with a lighting bolt.

                It's so fun being god...