Sevrin walked out of the Capsule building and felt a familiar power come near him. He looked around to find a striking young woman with short black hair and mysterious blue eyes. They held a similar hue to Jillie's eyes. He was captivated for a moment. He could tell she had an athletic figure, despite it being hidden by a baggy t-shirt and work out shorts. She had an interesting expression, hard, yet kind. He could tell by the tightness of her jaw that something bothered her; and he hadn't even read her mind yet.

He approached her, scanning her eyes and starting to penetrate her mind. She offered conserdiable resistance, but he still broke through. She's lovely, absolutely lovely, and her name…Videl. It's so smooth to say, like velvet. But best of all, she's married to the one called Gohan! He had to get close to her. He gathered something else from her, for she stopped short and turned to her right. Sevrin looked in her direction and saw what she did. An explosion rocked the odd capsule vehicles and a band of six men with multi colored hair stormed out of what looked like a bank, holding large, full bags in one hand, and either a knife or a gun in their other hand.

Videl shook her head. Bastards…I'll show them to rob my town! Videl ran towards them. Sevrin admired her speed, incredible, especially for a mortal. He watched as she front flipped towards them and scissor kicked the first two men into each other. They stared at her, totally dumb founded that a woman would intervene.

A green haired man with gold chains around his neck pointed to her. "Get outta here girlie! I'm givin' ya one chance to leave!"

Videl shook her head. "First carjacking and now bank robbery? Just when I think you couldn't get any more stupid!" Sevrin loved her confidence. He could tell by her eyes that she was unafraid. The green haired man, who was obviously the leader, walked up to her. "You wanna say that again?"

Videl smiled and put her hands on her hips. "Oh, so you're deaf and stupid? I'll say it again for you. You're being stupid! A carjacking would've landed you in jail for a day, this will get you all a life sentence!"

The leader smiled. "Don't matter; you're not going to live to tell about it." He raised his knife and Videl froze. She hadn't faced an armed opponent in so long she forgot how to disarm someone with a knife. She also thought about her young daughter at home, she froze. She cursed her lack of training as she got ready to try to dodge. Sevrin saw the fear and doubt in her eyes and knew he had to intervene.

Sevrin transported between them and grabbed the leader's wrist. "It's not nice to pull a knife on a lady."

The leader fought Sevrin's grasp. "What the fuck are you man?" Sevrin squeezed his hand harder and he dropped to his knees. "Ah! Fuck man, you're breaking my wrist!"

Sevrin cast an eye to the other men, who seemed to inch closer. "Take one more step and I'll break more than his wrist. Understand?"

The men nodded and stayed in place. The leader shook his head. "Don't just stand there, you idiots! Get them!" The men started to charge and Sevrin slung the leader into his men, making them topple over. As they tried to get up he looked to Videl, who stared in awe.

Sevrin gently nudged her arm. "Are you alright?"

She shook off her shock. "Yes…" she said, "Thank you…you just saved my life…"

Sevrin merely bowed. "It was my pleasure, my dear." She felt her face flush. What is this? Am I blushing? Who is this guy? Something about his voice just makes me melt…stop it! What am I doing? The men had steadied themselves, a perfect glare ruling their faces. Videl smiled and looked to Sevrin. Well, he's strong. I'll ask him for some help. I'm actually really curious to see what else he can do.

"You take half and I take half?" she asked him.

Sevrin nodded and cracked his neck. "That's a splendid idea."

Videl smiled. "I'm Videl," she said, extending her hand.

Sevrin kissed her hand. "I'm Roland. It's a pleasure."

She fought another blush and got into her stance and looked to the three now flanking her left. They pulled out their knives and started to charge. Videl's initial fear had worn off, and her old training took over. She ducked under the one man's strike, and hit her second attacker square in the chest, knocking the wind out of him. She swatted the knife out of his hand and kicked him over. The leader and the other man ran at her, slashing wildly. She back flipped over them and bicycle kicked them forward, making them stumble on the ground. She cast a glance to Sevrin.

The other three took careful aim at Sevrin with their guns. Sevrin merely smirked. "Make those shots count boys, because if I get up, you're mine." They fired a wide spread at him. Sevrin didn't want to use his full power. After all, he didn't want to give himself away. He'd use a bit of his speed and side stepped the bullets with moderate difficulty. They stared at him. "Was that your best shot?"

They men got ready to shoot again but Sevrin charged towards them. He remembered the disarming move his wife had taught him all those years ago. He grabbed the gun from one, yanked it down, and twisted it out of his hand, pointing it at the others. Sevrin shook his head in disappointment. "Drop your weapons." They took careful aim and Sevrin quickly aimed at their legs. He fired at their shins and they dropped to the ground, gripping their legs and crying in pain. Sevrin gingerly tossed the gun aside and walked up to Videl, who had her men sitting along the curb already. She put her foot on the leader's shoulder. "So much as move and I'll break your shoulder. Got it?" The leader looked away from her and cast a glare to Sevrin.

"Who would have thought a model would give us so much trouble…"

Sevrin walked over to him, ready to say something until he heard the wailing sirens of police cars as they appeared on the scene. Videl smiled as the officers came out with their guns drawn and a look of total disappointment stretched across their faces. They looked at Videl.

"You've…you've already got them?"

Videl nodded and quickly shot an approving look to Sevrin. "Yes sir. I had help."

The officer looked Sevrin over and narrowed his eyes. "You must be new here, but thanks for your help citizen!"

Sevrin nodded. "I do what I can."

The officer looked to the ragdoll sextuplets and smiled. "Alright you lot, come on. In the car." All but the leader got up. The officer walked up to him and two large capsule vehicles roared onto the scene. A slew of camera men filed out of them and in their faces.

"This is Maxi from City News! One of our agents caught the dramatic showdown between our one of our greatest heroes, Videl, and a powerful young stranger, and a band of bank robbers!" The woman had long purple hair and light blue eyes. She looked at Sevrin and smiled, walking up to him, her heels clicking against the asphault. "Sir, what made you jump in to help Videl?"

Sevrin cleared his throat. "I abhor violence against women. I also abhor an unfair fight." He looked over the leader, who refused to cooperate with the officer. "I have a problem with idiots like them too!"

The leader rose to his feet and started shouting at Sevrin. "You're not so tough! Come here and I'll prove it to you! You just got lucky!"

Sevrin looked to the camera. "Excuse me." He used his speed to zip over to the leader and get knee him in the gut, making him fall to his knees. "You can speak when I say you can speak! Nod if you understand!" The leader nodded and gripped his gut. Sevrin walked back over to Maxi. He admired her for a moment. My my, she's quite attractive, I like the way her suit jacket hugs her figure…but not she's not nearly as attractive as Videl. I don't know…something about Maxi's ambition I find unattractive. I usually like ambition…mmm…maybe my perception is changing. He looked back to the camera and smiled. "I'm from another town, far from here, and where I'm from, people like him are frowned upon."

Maxi nodded and looked to Videl. She moved the mic and camera. "Videl, what made you come out of retirement?"

Videl raised her arms in defeat. "Whoa, hold up. I'm not coming out retirement. I have a family to think about now. I just…I just couldn't let them get away with it. No one else was around, except for our friend here."

Maxi nodded and wrote some things down in her pad. "I see…Do you think the Great Saiyaman will come back again? He's also been strangely absent…"

Sevrin noticed that she almost laughed. She suppressed it. "I can't comment on that. I don't know who that is. I hope he does come back. The rise of serious crime has spiked since he left…I'm afraid I have nothing else to add."

Maxi nodded and looked into the camera. "There you have it Hercule City! One of our greatest heroes and a heroic stranger has saved the city from more crime! It's a great day to be in Hercule City!" She lowered her mic and the camera men lowered their cameras. Maxi sighed in relief. "Whew…I'm glad you two were here. These bastards have been running all over the place." She gave Sevrin the once over. "What's your name, handsome?"

Sevrin smiled. But he felt a pan of jealousy spring from Videl, it surprised him. He looked at Maxi. "My name is Roland."

Maxi grinned and tossed her purple hair back. "I'm Maxi. If you ever get a spare moment come see me at the station." She gave him a wink and walked away, purposefully looking Videl over as she walked to the station's van.

Sevrin could hear Videl's thoughts. That was such a bitch move…but..why am I feeling jealous? Shake it off girl! He's just…a stranger who helped you. Heh, but Maxi's not wrong. He is handsome…but not as handsome as my Gohan. Sevrin suppressed a smile and walked up to her. "Are you alright?"

Videl looked at him and smiled. "Yes I am. Thank you again for helping me. I used to be able to disarm all of them with ease…I've…I've slacked in my training…"

Sevrin returned her smile. "It was my pleasure. I hate thieves. I also can't sit idly by while a woman is being attacked. No man should ever hit a woman."

Videl's smile widened, but her eyes averted his, and her cheeks blushed slightly. Damn it, his manor and his smooth voice…something about him is so…She shook it off. "I'd like to invite you to dinner with my family. My husband will want to thank you too."

Sevrin's eyes lit up. "I'd be delighted." She nodded and started to levitate off the ground, but quickly thought against it. Sevrin smiled. "I can fly too."

She looked away, slightly embarrassed. "Oh…I…didn't want to assume."

Sevrin motioned for her to go first. "Lead the way." Videl nodded and started up, a small whisp of air sweeping the ground beneath her. Sevrin smiled and followed, using his new powers to shoot up with impressive speed, almost too impressive.

Videl was shocked. "Wow…you're good…" Sevrin suppressed his usual remark of 'I know,' for he didn't want to offend her.

She increased speed and flew towards her home near the end of Hercule City. Sevrin kept up with her. She looked over and saw how comfortable he was. She couldn't help but smile and admire his form. He seemed to spin around a couple of times, the air twirling his long blonde hair around him. His long blonde hair, smooth face, and massive muscles popping through his muscle shirt made him look like a model. She couldn't help but feast her eyes on him. Sevrin noticed her stare and smirked. She panicked. "You fly like you've done it your whole life. How long have you been able too?"

That was a question he had hoped to avoid. He had to think of a convincing lie. "I've been flying for a few years."

Videl nodded and pointed to a huge mansion on the river bank. "There it is!" They touched down in the main garden and Sevrin looked around, impressed by the sheer size and old school look of the mansion.

Sevrin nodded in appreciation. "This is a beautiful mansion," he said, "How old is it?"

Videl shrugged. "I'm not sure, I've been here my whole life…my father's been the World Marital Art's champion for years. He's undefeated you know."

Sevrin grinned. "Your father's a champion? That explains your impressive style."

Videl giggled. "Stop," she teased, "You're embarrassing me."

Sevrin shrugged. "I call it as I see it." She shook her head, a broad smile ruling her youthful face.

Videl led Sevrin to the front door and she opened it up. A tall man with a black, bushy afro looked her over. He had Videl's eyes, and a thick black goatee ruled his hard face. "Videl!" he said, his voice was strong and masculine. "I saw the news! Those men looked dangerous. Are you alright? Why didn't you call me?"

Videl smiled weakly. "I'm fine dad. Really." Her father looked over Sevrin, noticing the sheer bulk and definition of Sevrin's chest and arms.

"And who is this?" he asked.

Sevrin cleared his throat, ready to introduce himself as his alias. "My name is Roland," he said, "Roland Cumberland." He gave him a respectful bow and her father returned it.

Videl suppressed another smile. "I would have been a gonner if he hadn't come in when he did. He's something else out there, dad."

Her father nodded and looked to Sevrin. You've saved my daughter's life. And that's something I don't consider a small feet. I, Hercule, Martial Arts Champion of the World, declare you a hero, and must find you a suitable reward!"

Sevrin smiled, but shook his head. "I'm honored sir," he started, "But I don't require a reward. I'm just happy that I was able to help."

Hercule stepped closer to him. "Are you seriously going to deny a reward from me?"

Sevrin got ready to speak until he saw Videl. She shook her head. Sevrin looked back to Hercule. "You're most gracious," he said, "I humbly accept." Hercule laughed out loud and it slightly irritated Sevrin.

Hercule reached into his wallet. "I think five thousand Zenni is appropriate."

Sevrin nodded. "It's more than enough, sir."

Hercule fished the bills out of his massive wallet. "He's so polite too! I like him, Videl. He understands the order of things. Unlike…" She shot him a glare and he went quiet. Her eyes darkened just like Jillie's did, even more so when she was angry. He felt himself melt a little inside. Hercule shook his head. "Nevermind. Here you go. Thank you again for saving my daughter." Sevrin slowly tok the money, wanting to make sure that Hercule knew he did to save her, and not for the money. Hercule patted his shoulder. "Now it's time for you to meet my son in law."

They proceeded deeper into the house when a young girl with dark hair and dark eyes rushed out and jumped on Videl, who caught her with ease. "Mom! You're okay!" Sevrin looked at the child and then to Videl. Wow…she's got a kid too… you've certainly kept your figure, Videl. He thought back to his son, Adrian, and his childhood. The separation from his son made him wince.

Videl noticed. "Roland?" she asked, "Are you okay?"

Sevrin feigned a smile. "Oh I'm fine. It's just…seeing your with your beautiful daughter reminded me of my son. I haven't seen him in some time."

Videl frowned. "I'm sorry…"

Her daughter looked at him. "Hey mister, you look strong! Can we spar sometime?"

Sevrin stared at her, slightly put off by the question. "Spar?" he asked.

Videl's eyes went wide for a moment and put her hand over her mouth. "No Pan," she said, "You can't just challenge people off the street! He's a guest here!"

Pan frowned, and her eyes shot to the floor. "Aww man…he looks so strong…he reminds me of dad."

Hercule walked up to them and patted Pan on the head. "Where is your dad?"

Pan looked up at him. "He's downstairs, training. He seems very upset." Videl's eyes went wide with fear. Sevrin could hear her thoughts. Oh no…he must have seen the news and the fight…I hope he's not too angry…his sayian temper can get a little too hot sometimes…Sevrin looked down at Pan and smiled. "I'm down to spar if she still wants too."

Pan's dark eyes lit up. "Can I mom? Please?" Sevrin suppressed a laugh at the way she stretched out her 'please'. It reminded him of Adrian.

Videl looked into her daughter's eyes and gave him. "Okay. But you can't go all out, okay?"

Pan nodded and hopped down from her arms. "Okay mom! Follow me Mister! I'll show you where we can spar!"

Sevrin grinned. "Alright, Pan. And you call me Roland if you like."

Pan's eyes lit up more. "Okay Roland!" She darted to the left into another training room, taking Sevrin with her.

Videl walked down the staircase to their basement. She could feel the tension radiating off of Gohan as she neared their sparring room. He turned to her, his face and body dripping with sweat. His eyes were cold. "Why didn't you call me?" he asked.

Videl sighed. "I thought I could handle it," she said, taking a few steps forward. "But I found out the hard way that I couldn't…Gohan…one of those men pulled a knife on me and I froze…All I could think about was you and Pan…" Her eyes darkened, and started to rim with tears. Gohan frowned and hugged her. She squeezed him tight. "If Roland hadn't shown up I don't know what I would have done."

Gohan let her go. "Roland…you mean the blonde guy on the news?" She nodded. "He seems strong, I'm glad he helped you."

Videl smiled and wiped a bead of sweat off of Gohan's brow. "He's upstairs. Pan wanted to spar with him."

Gohan gave a weak smile. "Poor guy, Pan will mop the floor with him." They laughed and the usual light in Gohan's eyes finally came back. Gohan kissed her hand. "Let's see how Pan is doing." Videl nodded and followed him up the stairs.

They walked into the side parlor, which they'd turned into the side training room, to find Pan and Roland having a friendly bout. Gohan watched in awe as this stranger kept up with Pan. Videl also watched. She noticed he moved with a certain grace. IT was so fluid. His stance was similar to Goku's, to a point. It allowed for maximum speed for attacks and for defensive counters. Pan led an assault of punches and kicks and it sent him staggering back. He smiled. "Wow, you've got some amazing moves. I'm not sure I can keep with you."

Pan smiled. "Oh come on Roland! You're doing great. You're really fast!"

Sevrin smiled. "So are you."

Gohan watched carefully and smiled. He noticed Roland's footing was off. Eh, his footing is off. Pan sees it too. She's going to trip him up really good. I hope he's ready. Pan charged towards him and tried to trip him. Sevrin smiled and jumped up, allowing her to pass beneath him, and he touched down behind her, giving her a sweeping kick that knocked her over. SEvrin quickly moved forward and caught the back of her shirt, saving her from falling face first. Videl, Gohan, and Hercule stared at him, shocked that such a counter done on the fly. Sevrin straightened Pan out and made sure she was okay. "Are you alright, Pan?"

Pan smiled. "I'm fine! That was a really good counter! Can you teach me how you did that!"

Sevrn's grin remained. "I'm not in a position to teach," he said, casting a look to Videl and Gohan, "But if it's okay with your parents I'd be delighted too."

Pan desperately looked at her parents. "Please?!" she begged, "I want to do counters like that!"

Gohan raised one of his fine eyebrows and nodded. "So would I." He moved towards Sevrin. "That was impressive. I've never seen a counter like that." He extended his hand. "I'm Gohan."

Sevrin shook his hand, giving him a considerable amount of force in the shake to match his own. "I'm Roland," he said, "It's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard a great deal about you."

Gohan's lips formed a cocky smile. "Nothing good, I hope."

Videl's eyes went wide. "Gohan!" she gasped.

Sevrin smiled. "It's fine," he began, "I appreciate the quickness."

Gohan studied him for a moment, something off about him. There was a power emanating from him, but he couldn't tell if it was malicious or not. Gohan's instincts were screaming at him to fight him, see if his power would show, but he didn't want to be rude either. He decided that keeping the peace with this stranger would be best. He smiled. "Thank you for saving my wife," he said, "That's a debt I'll never be truly able to repay…"

Sevrin shook it off. "It was a pleasure. I can't stand violence against woman. I also can't stand to see an unfair fight.

Gohan nodded. "Same here," he said.

Sevrin noticed the uneasiness in Gohan's eyes. He decided to make him an offer. "Gohan…" he began, "Tell me, you seem uneasy. Would a quick spar help relieve some tension?"

Gohan was put off by the question. "I…"

Sevrin waved it off. "Forgive me; that was rude of me to suggest upon our first meeting."

Gohan finally smiled. "I was just surprised, but I accept."

Sevrin smiled and looked to Pan. "We might need some more room," he said, "Can you join your mother and grandfather for me?" Pan nodded and rushed to Videl's side.

Gohan got into his stance watched Sevrin get into his. "Roland, he started. "What stance is that?"

Sevrin grinned. "It's a marital art I practice. It's called Wing Chun." It's a variation of Kung Fu."

Gohan nodded. "You're my guest; I'll give you the first shot."

Sevrin shook his head with a smile. "Oh no, I couldn't. Please, you go first." Gohan nodded and charged at him. He gave Sevrin a few fists and elbows, but Sevrin easily deflected them and sent him back a few inches. Gohan stared at him. Sevrin grinned. "Your speed is most impressive. I see now where your daughter gets it from."

Gohan nodded and cracked his neck and knuckles. "That's an interesting martial art you practice. I like it." Gohan switched stances and Sevrin chuckled.

"I know many as well, Gohan. This is another favorite." He got into his Krav Maga stance, the stance his wife taught him all those years ago. He felt an extra closeness to her using her moves. Gohan charged again, this time flying towards him a blink of a eye. Sevrin countered two of the five blows, but Gohan's knees came up and hit him square in the chest, sending him back a few feet. Sevrin caught his footing and rubbed his chest through his muscle shirt. He smiled. "That was one hell of a move. I'm impressed! You're much faster than I gave you credit for." Sevrin cracked his knuckles and got into his Muy Thai stance. "Come at me again."

Gohan shook his head. "You go now. I insist."

Sevrin nodded and inched towards him. Gohan had a very interesting stance. His knees were bent, and his back was arched slightly. One fist was arched back to deliver a right hook and the other was brought in front of him, ready to attack or defend. He looked almost cat like; ready to pounce. Sevrin could tell his stance also allowed for maximum counters. It was different than the previous, whichw as crouched and his hands were up. It was almost like his Muy Thai stance, but crouched. Sevrin mulled it over. There's a name for his style, I just can't put my finger on it…Sevrin went forward again, this time increasing speed. He went his normal, vampire speed. He didn't want to give too much away. After all, he wasn't sure if Goku had told his friends of his existence yet. He hit Gohan with an elbow, but he blocked it, and tried to counter with a knee. Sevrin saw it coming and chopped at his knee, making him sink down a little. Sevrin continued with the combo and hit Gohan in the face chest, and stomach. Gohan staggered back and Sevrin stopped. Gohan seemed startled, but the light in his dark eyes told him he loved the skirmish.

Sevrin gave a respectful bow. "That was an amazing match," he said. He's trying so hard to hold back…then again…so was I. I wonder what he's like at fully power. And the smell…I can smell his blood from here. It's intoxicating…so is Videl's by all accounts, but his reeks of power. I want that power. I want to overpower him and his father. I also want to overpower the one called Vegeta. I felt his power as soon as I arrived….but I'm not ready for him yet. I don't know if I'm ready for Gohan either, but this is a perfect opportunity to get close to them…

Gohan returned the bow. "That was amazing, Roland. Can I ask you something?" Sevrin cast a quick glance to Videl and Pan, who looked on with pure awe.

He smiled. "I'm happy to tell you, Gohan. But I think the girls are famished. Shall we adjourn to the dining room?"