Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z. At all. I only own my fond childhood memories of it and some of the movies on DVD.
Fight 33
Savior
Videl could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she watched the lanky man collide into one of his criminal buddies. She swiveled her head around only to see all of her opponents were down and out. It was disappointing that they couldn't put up a better fight without using their weapons. "Well," she noted to herself, "At least I won't be as late for class as I thought I would be."
As she walked towards the bank entrance Videl felt an unexplainable surge, as best as she could put it anyway, of energy coming her way. Before she could even react the windows shattered and the wind whipped around her wildly. Instinctively tensing as the familiar sound of gunfire faded from behind her as the wind died down. Wondering why she wasn't dead she turned around in confusion.
Videl blinked as she took in the figure behind her. He, as they were most certainly a he judging by that voice, was facing away from her. All she could see with a red cape and an incredibly silly looking helmet. Before she could ask him anything she noticed what he had just dropped to the floor and swallowed hard.
The teenage crime fighter wasn't sure how it was possible, but whatever the case it seems this man had just saved her life. By catching the bullets meant for her. Videl didn't believe that superpowers were real, but, immediately connecting the dots, began to reconsider that position. "Who are you?"
That caught his attention and he looked back at her, but held up his index finger for the universal signal to wait. Videl surprised herself by listening and only watching as he stalked, with a surprising amount of intimidation, towards the criminal she only now noticed. Who was knocked out in a single blow to the back of the neck. Seeing the problem was taken care of she repeated her question.
Videl lifted an eyebrow at his fashion statement once he turned around. He was either insane or just picked random things for his costume. As that was truly the best way to describe what he was wearing. A costume.
Then, to her complete amusement, the man took a pose that was surely directly from one of those sentai shows on TV. "I am the Great Saiyaman!" It took a lot of willpower to not snicker at her savior.
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