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The Great Saiyaman Arrives!

It was a calm day for Trunks. He was currently at working, making improvements to a model of helicopter that Capsule Corp sold, at the request of his mother. Usually he'd be training at this point in the day, but Vegeta had made the mistake of hitting Kid Trunks' in the nose hard enough to make the boy bleed yesterday in training. So as an apology to him, and to get Bulma off his back, Vegeta agreed to take the younger Trunks to some amusement park for the day.

He was about done with modifying the vehicle so that it could move faster while requiring less fuel, Trunks heard a pair of footsteps in the lab. Pulling himself out from helicopter, Trunks saw his mom walking with Gohan. "Hey Mom, Gohan, what's up?"

"Hello Trunks. Gohan just came by to ask me for a favor. Apparently he started at Orange Star High School today" Bulma answered for the two of them.

"Oh really? Congratulations. Why didn't you tell me you were going to head off to school?" the older half-Saiyan asked.

"Well, my mom made the decision recently. She decided that home schooling and your tutoring wouldn't fit the bill forever. I've been so busy preparing that I haven't had the opportunity to tell anyone else" Gohan replied.

"Alright then. Well, how come you're here? Orange Star High is Hercule City, so we're a little out of the way"

Laughing a little nervously, Gohan began scratching the back of his head. "I know, but I ran into a problem today on my way to school. Some guys were robbing a bank and I stopped them. I don't want to bring any attention to myself, so I went Super Saiyan before I confronted them. Well after I got to school, people were already talking about the bank robbery. They were calling me the Gold Fighter. Thankfully noone outright knew it was me, but some of my classmates noticed the similarities between me and the 'Gold Fighter'"

"Oh, tough break. Well, stay out of trouble and I guess this won't happen again" Trunks pointed out. It was one bank robbery in one city, he likely wouldn't run into trouble again.

"Well, I would, but apparently crime is high in Hercule City. One of my classmates is actually the daughter of Hercule and goes out to fight crime whenever needed. I figured since I'm a lot stronger and faster than her, I could probably help out" Gohan explained.

"Ah, I see. So... you like this girl and don't want to see her hurt" Trunks stated bluntly, poking a little fun at the eldest son of Goku.

"Wh-wh-what! It's n-not like that at all! I mean, I don't want to see her hurt, but I don't want to see anyone hurt! That's all" Gohan stuttered, obviosly overwhelmed by Trunks' statement.

Trunks only chuckled his fellow hybrid's reaction, finding it rather humorous how fiercely he denied an attraction to this girl. "Okay, I understand. But what do you need from my Mom?"

"I need a disguise. Something I can quickly change into when there's trouble so that I can help out without people knowing its me. Last thing I need after starting at a new school is having everyone know I'm a super powered fighter"

"I was going to make the suit for him right now. Do you want to help out?" Bulma offered.

Trunks considered it for a moment, but shook his head. "I want to finish the adjustments on the helicopter here. Have fun with it though". With that, Trunks merely returned to work on the helicopter, ignoring the work that his mother did for Gohan's disguise.


It had been a week since Gohan visited the Briefs' residence in search of help for his disguise. Trunks and Vegeta were walking through the house, towels around their necks as they wiped their faces clean of sweat. The two had just been training in the Gravity Chamber when they had trained enough for the day.

"Your getting fast Trunks, but you seem to be lacking strength. If we compete head-to-head, I'd easily overpower you" Vegeta commented, pointing out the flaws he'd seen in Trunks after the training session.

"I'm focusing on my speed so I can avoid a head-to-head confrontation with you" Trunks countered, his point both serious and joking. Vegeta cast a glare at him, causing Trunks to believe that he shouldn't have said anything, but then he saw the corners of Vegeta's mouth were pulled up slightly. The closest thing to a smile the Saiyan Prince would allow. Either he approved of Trunks' reasoning or he enjoyed the fact he was basically being called the stronger of the two.

"Trunks, is that you? Come over here" Bulma called from one of the rooms the father-son duo were passing. Following his mother's request, Trunks entered the room, with Vegeta following out of mere curiousity.

"What do you need?"

"Look at the TV" Bulma commanded, waving the remote at the screen, pressing the volume button to make sure they heard what was being shown.

It was a news channel, with some reporter Trunks had neither seen nor cared about. The man stood in front of a rather abused looking bus, with a number of people around it. "Hello, I'm Hidek Hibiki, here to bring you the word about Hercule City's latest hero, the Great Saiyaman"

Trunks and Vegeta, especially Vegeta, were a bit surprised to hear the name of this 'hero' alone. Deduct an M and A from the middle of the word and you had Saiyan. Was it a mere coincidence or was there something to it?

"Early today a group of terrorists were seeking to free their boss from Hercule City Prison by holding a bus full of civilians hostage. While the magnificent Hercule couldn't be reached, his daughter Videl made her way to help out. The situation became violent and the terrorists took off. That was when the Great Saiyaman arrived. We have footage of the Great Saiyaman in action" Hideki announced before the screen changed to show footage.

An odd looking man wearing black spandex, a green tunic, white gloves and boots, a red cape, and an advanced looking orange helmet with a black visor covering his eyes flew onto the moving bus. The terrorists inside, easily spotted by the fact they were holding guns, looked to the roof, confused as to what the sound was. Then, the man punched a hole through the top of the bus. The terrorists, shocked to see the man, instantly opened fire on him. This move proved to be futile as the man moved with such speed and strength that he easily caught all the bullets in his hand. Then moving forward in a blur, he grabbed all their guns and bent them out of shape.

The terrorist who was driving the bus was so caught up in awe as to the mystery man's power that he wasn't looking where he was going. The bus was heading straight toward a group of school children who were crossing the street. Seeing this, the Great Saiyaman moved forward in a burst of speed, literally tearing through the front of the bus. He instantly turned around, planted both feet on the ground, and grabbed onto the vehicle. The pavement tore apart as the momentum of the transport forced the Great Saiyaman toward the children with it. However, the hero's determination was fierce, and at the last moment before hitting the children, he flipped the bus into the air. As those inside the bus screamed in terror, the Great Saiyaman flew up, grabbing onto the back of the bus, and held it tight. Like being caught in a vice grip, the bus stopped. Slowly, the Great Saiyaman lowered it to the ground.

As people, began leaving the bus now that it was stopped, the terrorist also made their way out, slowly since their grasp on up and down had been lost in the short flight. The Great Saiyaman was quickly before them however. Pointing a finger to the air while lifting his leg so it was parallel to the ground, the Great Saiyaman commanded "Halt wicked ones! You will go no further!". Dropping into a crouching position while with his hands behind his back, he continued "You have broken the law, and for that you shall be punished". He then flipped back and made some kind of swan-like pose, shouting "Surrender now or face the utter defeat at the hands of-". Finally standing with his feet at shoulder's length apart, one hand on his hip while his other was pointed at the terrorists "I, the Great Saiyaman!"

The screen then switched back to Hideki reporting "So while our new hero may be odd with his fashion sense and mannerisms, we here in Hercule City are proud to have him added to the list of heroes with Videl and Hercule"

Afterwards, Bulma turned the TV off and looked back at Trunks and Vegeta. "Well? What do you think?"

Trunks was left without words, not sure if this was something he should even care about. Vegeta's response was simple. "What the hell was that?"

"Gohan"

"Gohan! Kakarot's boy!" Vegeta shouted, earning a glare from Bulma for his excessive loudness. "Why the hell is he dressed up like a fool and acting like that!"

"For one, I designed his costume" Bulma declared, indicating that any issues with the costume was an issue with her. "Anyways, he came here last week asking for a disguise. Apparently there are some problems with Hercule City that he wants to help out with, but he doesn't want to draw attention to himself. That was him right there. I'm glad to see he's doing a good job and being well received by the public, even if the way he's talking is weird. And don't even get me started on those poses"

"Don't get you started?" Vegeta asked. "Don't get me started on how this is wrong! He's calling himself the Great Saiyaman! He's associating himself with the proud Saiyan race while acting like a damn numbskull!"

"Please Vegeta, nobody knows about Saiyans" Bulma dismissed.

"I, the Prince of All Saiyans, do! And I will not take this standing down!" the Saiyan Prince bellowed, sparks of energy flickering around him as a demonstration of his anger.

Rolling her eyes, Bulma asked "What do you plan to do then? Tell him to stop being the Great Saiyaman? He wants to help out in the city"

"More like he wants to impress that Videl girl" Trunks chuckled, although he quickly silenced himself when Bulma and Vegeta looked at him for the comment. While Bulma looked interested in the Videl portion, Veget had another look on his face. One that indicated he had an answer.

"I'm not going to tell him to stop. The new hero of Hercule City will"