Tristan woke up, groggy and disoriented. He tried to sit up but was forced by down by a splitting headache.

" I think you overdid it a bit, Goku. Tristan's been laid out for half a month. My house is almost entirely fixed by now!" A familiar voice shouted angrily.

" I wouldn't have had to do anything if you didn't push him like that!" Goku shouted back.

" You know that I did what I had to do. I had to get him past his barrier, and it worked. Hell he leveled the house just by powering up. I know he has less time to train now, but He can do it. He will become strong enough to help. I just know it."

" Could you ladies shut the hell up?" Tristan called out from the mattress he had been put on. " I feel like I'm in the middle of the worst hangover in my life and I didn't even get to get blackout drunk. It's honestly upsetting."

" Tristan?" Goku said softly. " What's a hangover?"

" Oh, you've gotta be kidding me. Have you even had alcohol?"

" What's that?"

" I'm surrounded by idiots. This is great." Tristan sat up despite the pain. " Where's the Perv? I have to give him a piece of my mind."

" Tristan… I'm so sorry." Roshi said softly as he stepped from around a corner.

" Ah, there you are. How do you wanna go out? Knife to the back? Or Ki blast through the gut?" Tristan said, groaning as he slowly stood up.

" I did what I had to do. The next time you power up, you'll feel how much stronger you can become. Everyone had their limit, you just happened to reach yours much quicker than I thought." Roshi spoke quietly, keeping his distance.

" You know what? You aren't even worth it. But you better have a cure for this hangover, Old Man."

" I'm sure one of the people we're going to meet will know of something." Roshi answered.

" Wait, hold up. I didn't sign up for a meet and greet, I'm here to train so the world doesn't go to shit."

" The people you're going to be meeting are going to be the people who would have your back even if we did fail. They will fight by your side and we will win, but only if we work together." Roshi lectured. " Now put a shirt on, we'll be leaving soon." Roshi walked out of Kame House onto the beach outside, and Goku had left sometime during the conversation, leaving Tristan all alone, groaning in pain.

" Alright Ladies," Tristan said as he limped out of Kame House, the warm sand underneath his bare feet. " Let's get this show on the fucking road!"

" You seem to be feeling better!" Goku beamed. " Okay guys. Just grab onto my shoulders and we'll go."

" So," Tristan spoke as he held onto Goku's shoulder. " How are we getting there? Are we flying?"

" Not exactly…" Goku said smiling, and then they were gone in an instant.

" Son of a bitch, Goku!" Tristan shouted. " You know I fucking hate that! Fuck!"

" Tristan, calm down. There are people around." Roshi said, attempting to calm him down.

" No! Shut the fuck up Old Man! There isn't even anyone arou…. Oh.. wow." Tristan drifted off as he started right into a wide green chest adorned in a purple gi. " Damn you're tall. Lay off the Wheaties, man."

" Goku." Piccolo said sternly. " Is this really the guy who's supposed to help save the future?"

" He sure is Piccolo. Doesn't he look super strong?" Goku smiled.

" He looks super arrogant." Piccolo replied.

" Well, looks can be deceiving, Big Green. Can I call you Big Green?" Tristan spoke up.

" No." Piccolo replied shortly.

" Okay Big Green, good talk." Tristan turned around from Piccolo, who had an annoyed look on his face. " Am I meeting anyone else?"

"Actually," Roshi spoke. " You are. Here they come now." He pointed up towards the sky, where a large group of people were descending to the ground.

" Oh yeah, that reminds me. When am I going to learn how to fly? I mean I've done it before, just not with Ki." Tristan asked.

" In due time, Ken." Roshi responded, while secretly wondering how he flew before.

" Watch yourself Perv, you're still on my shit list." Tristan snarled. " So who are these fuckers?" Tristan asked as they began to walk towards him.

" Well, the small one's Krillin, he kinda dies a lot so don't get used to him, the other short one's Vegeta. He's a hothead like you, so you guys should get along perfectly." Roshi snickered. " Then you have Tien, the Tri-clops. Oh, and Yam-"

" YAMCHA!? THE YAMCHA!? THE RED BANDIT FROM THE WEST CITY TAITANS?!" Tristan screamed in a very high pitched, somewhat girly voice.

" You're telling me you've heard of him?" Roshi gawked. " He's dead even more times then Krillin, and that's saying something."

" ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?" Tristan rushed over to him at superhuman speeds. " Um.. hi Mr. Bandit Sir. would …. Would you please… SIGN MY CHEST!" Tristan asked nervously, throwing off his shirt.

" Uh… guys? Normally only girl do this. What do I do?" Yamcha asked the rest of the group.

" Oh, for Kami's sake. Would you put your shirt down? I've only ever met someone as immature as you once, and he wouldn't even call… back." Bulma drifted off as she pulled down Tristan's shirt. " You ASS!" Bulma screamed, storming off.

" What's her problem?" Yamcha questioned.

" I may or may not have try to make a business deal with Capsule Corp. back when I was the leader of the Saints, before my presidency, of course."

" Wait a minute, you were the leader of a gang and the President? Of what?" Yamcha asked.

" The United States of America, what else would I be the President of? All I had to do was beat out Nolan North." Tristan said nonchalantly. " Anyways, my gang and I had tried to make a business deal with Capsule Corporation and during a meeting… well let's just say Miss Head CEO over there and I got sidetracked and had some fun."

" YOU HAD SEX WITH HER!? THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND!" Yamcha shouted in anger, pulling back his fist. He swung with all his force, sending Tristan flying across the wasteland.

" YOU BASTARD!" Yamcha bellowed in rage as he blasted off, flying into the distance.

" Ha! Hey Kakarot, this is the one who's supposed to help save us? He can't even beat the weakling!" Vegeta called over to Goku, smirking.

" Does that mean I don't get your signature?" Tristan shouted into the distance at the enraged Yamcha. " Damn, and you said he was the weakling? He packs more of a punch then Shaundi.."

" Who's that?" Goku asked.

" Someone… special from my past. And if you don't want to die, you won't mention her again." Tristan said coldly. " Anyways, what's next? I met your band of misfits, now what?" He asked Goku.

" Well, I don't believe that Roshi has anything left to teach you. Fortunately, I already have your next teacher lined up."

" And who may that be, Goku? You?" Tristan asked hopefully.

" No, I think you still may not be able to handle my training."

" Not handle it? Your freaking kid trains with you!" Tristan said aggravated.

" Well… you see the thing is that he isn't exactly human, not entirely, at least. Anyway, I think it'd just be easier to have you meet who you're going to be training under. It's pretty overwhelming for some people."

" Are you kidding me? I've killed almost an entire Alien race by myself. I can handle anything. Let's go." Tristan said, striding coolly over to Goku. " I give you my permission to do the teleporting thing."

" Okay, you sure you're ready?" Goku asked.

" I was born ready, man."

" Let's go then." Goku said as he grabbed onto Tristan's shoulder and raised two fingers to his head. In an instant, they were gone, leaving the wasteland to it's barren self.