Walking into the small apartment room, Videl immediately noticed how empty it was. Besides a few nessassory items, the room was completely devoid of any furniture.
It was a small single room apartment with a tiny kitchen and bathroom built into it's side.
As Videl, Ersa and Tristan walked into the apartment, the old man called Nam shut the door behind them.
Nam was a tribesman from the desert, and even after moving into the city, he hadn't changed his dressing sense.
Nam wore a maroon tank top like clothing that was made of some loose and smooth fabric. Under the top he wore a red coloured shirt. His trouser's were also maroon and made of the same loose fitting fabric, and looked more like track pants than anything else.
Nam had a distinctive brown skin tone, with his face clearly showing the wrinkles that came with old age. His long hair was covered with a white turban while his long black beard was well kept and combed.
He had also marked the centre of his forehead with a red powder. Videl had no idea why he would put that powder on, it looked silly. Perhaps it was a tribal custom.
He looked really neat and tidy for someone who lived almost like a hobo.
But it wasn't his distinctive look and clothing that had really peaked Videl's interest. It was his aura.
Last week it self, Videl had seen aura's that were powerful enough to be akin to gods. While this man's aura was nowhere near that of the golden fighter or those three dark powers, it was still substantially large. Larger than that of even the Ox king!
It wasn't only it's magnitude, but also it's colour that surprised Videl. Till now each person that Videl had seen had an aura that was blue in color, with the notable exception of the golden fighter and those three demons he had fought whose aura was dark enough to be black. This man's aura, it was red, blood red. That is what his aura reminded Videl of, blood.
Who was this man! He was definitely not an ordinary tribesman looking for justice from the city's judicial system. Whoever he was, he had a hidden motive to be in the city. Videl only hoped that it wasn't anything criminal in nature, because then she would be obliged to stop him...only problem being that she wasn't even close enough in power to consider stopping him.
When Videl had first seen Nam outside the apartment building, she had just stared at him, with suprise evident on her face. Nam had asked her what was wrong, and she had said,"Nothing...uh.. I just.. Who are you?"
"He is Nam! The man I had told you about Videl!", Tristan told her, then whispered in her ear,"the man whose son died. He needs our help Videl".
Videl had managed to compose herself for the most part. Now that she was inside Nam's rented apartment, all she wondered was how the man slept, because the room didn't even have a bed.
"Please, be seated comfortably", Nam said, and then he sat cross legged on the floor with his back completely straight.
" Oh. Ok cool. Yoga style huh", Ersa muttered, and then she too sat on the floor with her legs crossed. Tristan followed, and then Videl also was finally sitting on the bare floor with her legs crossed.
"My dear boy, you say that if I tell of my plight to these girls...then there is a chance that my people will finally get the justice they deserve? If it tell them my story...then there is still a chance that my son's death shall not be in vain?", Nam said, now his tone was completely Serious, and Videl could hear the sorrow in his voice.
" Yes sir! Tell them what you told me sir! Once they know the truth about count Vaccula, they can convince Hercule Satan to help you out!", Tristan told the man,"This girl here is infact the daughter of Hercule Satan himself! ", he added, pointing at Videl.
" Uh yeah. My name is Videl, and she is Ersa, my friend. Tristan said that you have evidence about count Vaccula's crimes", Videl said.
"The daughter of Mr. Satan...is that so", Nam said, now studying Videl thoughtfully. His gaze made Videl feel nervous, and she instantly started to feel his aura again. The red glow around Nam just made his seem more intimidating to Videl.
" Well then miss Videl. I shall tell you the reason of my visit to Satan city. I came from a tribe of the western desert. It is a harsh life, with many hardships, but the desert is our home. Generations upon generations of our tribe's people have lived in the desert. We are pulled to it's nature, the desert is in our blood, that is my almost no man or woman from my tribe has ever lived outside the desert for long. And in our desert lies a temple, and in that temple there used to lie an idol of plain bronze. The idol was of our desert's gurdian and Savior, the *Bahadur Youdha*. Even though it was a small bronze idol, it was our greatest treasure, and the heart of our relegion and our culture. It also held great power within it. Out tribe's greatest duty was to protect that idol and to prevent anyone from misusing the mystical power it held. But the man called Count Vaccula knew of the power within the idol, and he also knew of the value of such priceless artifacts in the world of the rich and Noble. He himself arrived at the temple with his henchmen and stole the idol. The warriors of the my tribe tried to stop him, but they were all slaughtered. I knew who could Vaccula is because luckily I had come to Satan city one before, and had heard about him and his extravagant auctions of priceless artifacts. So me and my son came to Satan city to retrieve what was part of our very lives, and hoped to gain justice from the government of the city. But the judicial system just laughed us off. Count Vaccula's power and prestige was too great for him to be touched by mere peasants like me or my son", Nam paused while reciting his story, and then suddenly, in a much more angry tone, with his aura flaring around him, he continued.
"But that monster wasn't satisfied with stealing our greatest possession or killing so many of our people. No...he wanted to show me the consequence of trying to stand against him. And for that...for that my son lost his life", Nam ended his story, his face scrunched up as he visibly tried to hold back his tears.
" If your tale is true Mr. Nam, then I am truely sorry for what you have gone through. But that's the problem you see, there is this big *if*. Your story may or may not be true. You are very convincing Mr. Nam, but you don't really present any real evidence. There is know real way for us to confirm your story other than your own words. And because of that, we can't help you. I am sorry", Ersa said.
"What! Ersa how can you say that after hearing what he has gone through!", Tristan yelled.
" Ersa is right Tristan, you should know that, you are the one whose a cop. Your entire story is just one big baseless accusation Mr. Nam. And my father won't be able to help you with just that. I am sorry", Videl told Nam. She expected his the become angry and aggressive, but all Nam did was sigh.
"Yes. I understand Ms Satan. Thank you for hearing me out. I know that my story alone would not convince anyone. But unfortunately I have no real evidence. Now, if you wouldn't mind, I would like to be left alone", Nam said.
" Uh, of course", Videl said. She, Ersa and Tristan stood up and exited the apartment, leaving the old tribesman alone.
"So, let me get this straight. You want something that can hide your identity in the off chance that you ever need to use your powers?", Bulma said as she continued to tinker with one of her capsule devices.
"Yeah, that's about it", Gohan said.
"And why would you need something like that Gohan?"
"Well...it's because I can't risk anyone knowing who I am...what I am. Because that puts my family in danger. But when those men from the red ribbon army took the Mayors house hostage, back in Satan city, I knew I had a duty to help those people. But I didn't, because I was too afraid to publicly use my abilities. And I feel horrible...I feel guilty Bulma. I could have beaten those men without anyone having to get hurt, and I didn't. That why I need this. So that I can help people without having to fear for my families privacy and safety", Gohan explained.
"Oh Gohan, you couldn't have done anything back then. Even if you had something to instantly chance your appearance, there were already too many people who would have seen you transform".
"I know that Bulma, but still...in case I ever need to help anyone, can you do it?"
"Well of course I can Gohan! Don't you worry! I will have something ready for you in no time at all!", Bulma said reassuringly.
"Wow thanks Bulma! Thanks a lot!"
And about an hour later, Bulma finally produced her solution to Gohan's problem.
"Here Gohan, wear this would you", Bulma said as she handed him a watch.
Gohan quickly strapped the watch to his wrist, "Now what?", he asked.
"Now press the watch exactly like this", Bulma said, and demonstrated the procedure on her own watch. She pressed the part of the circular analog right above three, six, nine and twelve, together with her other hand.
Gohan copied her and immediately his body began to shimmer, then glow brightly, until Gohan's clothes had completely changed into a green superhero costume, complete with a red cape and a helmet! It was so cool!
Meanwhile Trunk's who was sitting on a chair not too far away, thought to himself, 'Wow! That's so lame! No way Gohan is going to be wearing that...ever!'
"Wow thanks Bulma! This is amazing", Gohan yelled in joy.
'Well apparently I am wrong', Trunk's realized.
"I know right! You can be a real life superhero now Gohan! And the best thing is that it's as strong as Sayian armor! So it won't get damaged easily", Bulma said.
Gohan was quite literally nerding out over his new suit, and Trunk's just sighed. It would have been better to give him an outer underwear than that shitty helmet!
"Hey Gohan! I have an advice for you, lose the helmet man", Trunk's said.
"Uh, but then there is no point in wearing this suit Trunk's. I need to hide my identity remember", Gohan said.
"Well then turn super sayian silly. Trust me, people trust superheros without masks more than they trust superheros with one", Trunk's had learnt that from comics.
"Huh...You know that actually makes sense", Gohan said as he removed his helmet, then he immediately turned super sayian.
"What do you think Bulma? People will recognize me when I go super sayian?", he asked.
"Hmm...I doubt it Gohan. Well if you want to lose the helmet I guess you can. Super sayian you and normal you look quite different. So an instant change in clothes should do the trick".
"Yeah! All right then. I won't wear the helmet. Thanks for this again Bulma! I really appreciate it!"
"Don't mention it kiddo", Bulma said.
"Well I better get back to the Ox kingdom now", and after saying his goodbyes Gohan flew away, in his brand new superhero suit.
'Hey don't superheros need a super name too?', Gohan suddenly realized. And so Gohan tried to think of a super name as he flew back towards the Ox kingdom.
Tristan wasn't very pleased with the outcome of their visit to Nam, and had left the girls in a rather foul mood.
Videl then opened her capsule copter and gave Ersa a lift back to her house. After dropping her friend, she herself rode her copter back to her mansion.
Once she reached the mansion, she landed the copter on the helipad and jumped out of it, before re-capsuling it and putting it back in her pocket.
That is when she sensed the odd energy of Nam. Turning around she saw Nam standing a few meters behind her, his red aura flaring dangerously around him.
"Ok, what the hell Mr. Nam. Why have you been following me!? And how did you follow me without me noticing you", Videl asked, seriously annoyed at the old man's uninvited appearance.
" Well, I ran behind you Ms. Satan. You did not notice me because you were flying above in that machine of yours. And as for why I have been following you-", Nam raised one of his hands and opened his palm. Immediately his red aura formed the image of a Trident with curved tips right above his open palm.
Videl jumped backwards and immediately stood in her fighting stance,"What the hell are you doing?", she asked.
"I was correct", Nam said as he closed his hand, causing the aura image to vanish," You have unlocked the sense. And it is quite powerful as well. I had merely manipulated my natural ki, to see that would require great skill".
"How...how did you know I could sense aura...or Ki as you call it?", Videl asked the man.
"When we first met, you looked at me with great suprise. That is the usually reaction that warriors have when they see the color of my ki. It is an anomaly which can be quite astonishing for someone used to sensing", Nam answered.
" So you came here...to make certain that I can sense aura? Why? Also, what the hell do you mean by, 'Well, I ran'? It's impossible for a human to run as fast as a flying copter", Videl said, her stance still strong, she wasn't about to drop her stance until she got answers from this man.
"Is it impossible? Really? Miss Videl, you just saw me create a structure with just my energy, and you claim that running as fast as a copter is impossible", Nam chuckled, "And as for why miss Satan. It's because I wanted to confirm if I can show you the real truth".
"The real truth? Like seriously, what the hell are you talking about?", Video asked.
"Out side the limits of Satan city, in the small town of Godhreg is where Count Vaculla's mansion stands. Go there miss Satan. Not inside the Mansion...no...But just inside the town of Godhreg. That should be close enough for you to feel it", Nam said.
"Feel what?"
"Feel the reason for why you must help me miss Videl. Go there any you will understand. Then come and meet me if you desire to help. If you still do not...then I have misinterpreted the kind of person you are, and for that I would apologize, and I would also be...saddened", and saying that Nam ran away. Ran away in a blur. A blur faster than any man should ever be able to move in. And in an instant he was gone, Videl couldn't even sense him anymore.
"Wow", was all Videl could say as she continued to look at the spot in which Nam stood.