Disclaimer: Gukuru/Spyrok is owned by me. Any factor of his past except some of the characters is owned by me. Akira owns everything else and anything I use after this chapter will be listed in the following disclaimers if it is not owned by me.

A/N: Ok, everyone, the first chapter is FINALLY here! This story is an AU, (duh) but it is set in the Normal timeline right after the Cell Saga. I personally LOVED what GT gave us in terms of a certain new level of Super Saiyan, a certain Fusion Warrior, and an AWESOME finishing move. However, since I felt that all of these things could (should?) have been brought into DBZ, I decided to 'make it so' (Note: Star Trek and that line are not owned by me) and hence, half the reason for this fic being labeled an AU.

Lastly, since I felt like it and since the story would die if I followed the facts of the series, GOKU IS STILL ALIVE! He does not appear until later but don't worry, he WILL show up! Apologies in advance if anyone seems OOC, it's been a while since I saw nerdy Gohan. Just chalk it up as AU if you see any flaws. XD

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Whenever you see one of these "*" Be sure to take a look at the end of the story because I will put a guide at the end of the chapter for reference.

SHOUTOUT!! This fic is a HUUUUGEE thank-you to Vilsy and Ron'sBella !! You guys are the best! Without your support, I would have never continued in this genre and so MANY of my new stories would have died early. Thank you VERY MUCH!! YOU ROCK!!

THIS IS NOT A GARY STU!! PROMISE!!

Gohan flew to class, his adrenaline still pumping. There were some drawbacks to being a demi-Saiyan surrounded by 'normal' people. One of these disadvantages was having to lie about why he was running late and why he had to leave early. As Gohan burst into his History class, he silently wondered how he was still able to ride Kinto-un*, what with all the deception he was guilty of committing.

The demi-Saiyan slid into his seat with a muttered, "Sorry I'm late, sir." and opened his text to the appropriate page. Below him, Sharpner cocked his mulleted head and hissed haughtily,

"Hey Gohan, have you seen the new kid? He's even weirder than you are!"

"Um, no. I haven't noticed anyone new. I kinda just got here."

Two seats away from Sharpner, the World Champion's crime fighting daughter, Videl, snorted and pointed to the subject of the conversation, a young man who sat away from everyone and did not interact with the students sitting around him-as if he had no intentions of making friends or engaging in any group activities.

"How could you not notice him, Gohan?! He sits by himself, his hair reminds me of a certain Manga character,* and it's wilder than your little brother's! You'd have to be blind to not notice!"

As the teacher scolded his students for whispering during the lecture, Gohan took a closer look at the new student. The young hybrid was not only looking at the young man's physical appearance. Something about the silver-haired student was nagging him, and he searched deeper in a manner known only to him, Vegeta, and the rest of the Z Fighters. The technique allowed the fighter to scan the chi of his opponent and judge how much force was needed to take the enemy down.

The hybrid nearly fell out of his seat when he completed his chi scan and found out that the newcomer was hiding his true power.

Woah! And I thought Piccolo was strong! This guy could rival Vegeta in power! Wait a sec. . . The Son of Goku completed a perfect facefault, enticing hysterical laughter from his classmates. Gohan didn't care. What he had just found out changed his priorities in a huge way and knocked all other facts out of his mind.

The stranger, like himself, was struggling to blend in with the rest of society.

The stranger, like himself, was hiding behind a façade.

The stranger, UN-like himself, was a full-blooded Saiyan.*

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

After school, Gohan hid his energy as best he could without passing out and followed the undercover Saiyan out of Hercule City. When they got to the very outskirts of the crowded environment and far away from prying eyes, the silver-haired youth took to the skies with a relieved and freeing whoop of joy. Wanting to follow but knowing that the act of flying required a raise in power, Gohan called Kinto-un and continued his pursuit.

His quarry led him to a cave in the middle of a desert. Barren as the desert where Yamcha used to live (Gohan loved to hear the tales the former Desert Bandit used to tell when Gohan was little and peace reigned supreme) the place was far from civilization and looked rather lonely.

As the hybrid swooped low for a better view, he was suddenly knocked off of Kinto-un by a torpedo of blue and white. The two landed with a surprised Gohan on the bottom, being flattened by two strong, wristbanded arms, two weighted boots and. . .a tail?! Looking into his assailant's charcoal eyes that seemed to flicker between coal, SSJ teal, and an enraged topaz, Gohan tried to calm the youth down and get some answers at the same time.

"Woah! Woah! Woah! Calm down and hear me out!"

The youth only tightened his grip and growled in a voice that resembled Vegeta's snarl but sounded remarkably like a teenaged version of Goku (after puberty and much deeper).

"You'd better start talking and fast! You've tailed me here and I want to know why. I don't like being followed."

Gohan played a trump card. "You're a Saiyan, aren't you?"

The question did not come as a surprise to the attacking teen and he immediately let go of his prisoner, letting the hybrid stand. Snorting, the boy folded his arms and sneered, not unkindly,

"This could be worse. I could have been discovered by the Saiyan no Ouji. What gave me away, Son of Goku?"

Gohan took a step back in shock and confusion. He knows?! But how? "If you know who I am, why did you attack me?!"

"I wasn't sure at first. You had the power level of a normal human. I attacked out of instinct. Comes with the genes, I guess. My Saiyan name is Spyrok but you can call me Gukuru."

The youth tucked his silver tail protectively around his waist then shrugged as he let the appendage twist and curl freely behind him. Gohan grinned as he eyed the chrome-colored 'limb' and answered the aforementioned question.

"Your energy gave you away. Plus I know of only one race that is characterized and recognized by their people having tails. Otherwise, you hid yourself pretty well. I want to know though, what on earth are you doing. . .well. . .ON EARTH? I mean, my Dad was sent here as a baby and Vegeta came here for his own personal gain and ended up staying. How did you end up here?"

Taking a deep breath, the Silver Saiyan motioned for the hybrid to sit down. He felt a strange connection with Gohan and knew that the hybrid could be trusted. So, making a firm decision, Gukuru took another deep breath and prepared to share his background for the first time in 19 years. He only hoped that his audience could handle what he was going to reveal. . .

Notes:

*Nimbus

*Since this is an AU, I am going to say that the Z gang read Yu-Gi-Oh and therefore know about Bakura.

*In this fic, the hybrids are able to tell when a 'full Blood' is present by feeling the individual's energy signal.

Next chapter is written and on the way!! I know this one was kind of short but I promise to make the next one longer! WARNING!! The next will not only be longer, but more INTENSE!! I mean, this fic isn't rated 'T' for nothing, you know!!

Later and PLEASE review! (I'll give bonus points to anyone who can guess what vegetable Spyrok is named after! Good luck!)