Help From Another Dimension
Chapter one: Trista's Plea For Help

Trista

I had just one word to describe this situation: uh-oh. Somehow, someone with immense physical powers had escaped from Hell and into our world. I didn't think the Scouts could fight this person, because their power was physical, nothing like Queen Beryl's monsters that they had had to face so far. So for this job, I decided to enlist a little help from other dimensions. First stop, the world the last of the Saiyans inhabited. With a flash of light, I appeared on the tower where this Earth's guardian resided. A black genie appeared, startling me.

"Can I help you miss?" He asked politely.

Getting over my shock, I nodded. "Yes." I replied. "I'm here to see this Earth's guardian."

The genie turned and began walking. "This way." He said, gesturing for me to follow. He led the way to a sort of throne room where a green creature sat dressed in red and white robes.

I bowed to the creature. "Guardian-sama." I said respectfully.

"Just Dende will do." He corrected. "Dende-sama if you must, but please call Dende."

"Hai, Dende-sama." I replied. "Anyway, I have come to ask for your help. I know that the last of the Saiyans reside on this planet. I need their help. Someone with vast physical power has escaped from Hell. I suspect it might be a Saiyan. The defenders of my Earth cannot stand up to them. Their powers are magical, unlike the Saiyans, who rely mostly on physical power."

"So you want me to send one of our defenders." Dende summarized.

"Hai."

"Well, let's see, Goku's dead and he's too dense to train them, Piccolo and Vageta would be too harsh, and Yamcha, Tien, and Chiaosu are too weak and wouldn't fit in anyway." The Guardian listed off. For a second, I thought I saw an evil look cross his face. But it disappeared as soon as it appeared, so I must have imagined it. "Yes, Goten and Trunks would be perfect." He said with a smirk before going on to explain. "I have two kids, about thirteen and fourteen, a pair of half Saiyans named Goten and Trunks. Goten's mother wants her to be a scholar, or at least she's wanted her to be a scholar since her father died, but she's really a Saiyan through and through. She needs to get out of the house away from her mother's nagging about her school work. Poor girl has practically carried the weight of the world on her shoulders since her father Goku died in the Cell Games. The only one to help her is her best friend Trunks. Not even her older brother Gohan can understand what she's going through."

"I remember that." I said thoughtfully. "That android monster Cell challenged this dimension's best fighters to fight him in a tournament. It ended up being a pair of twelve year old boys who beat him."

Dende suddenly burst out laughing. "I hate to break it to you Pluto-san," He said, looking like he could barely contain his laughter. "But ones who defeated Cell weren't both boys. One of them only looked like a boy."

"Are you saying?" I began.

"Uh-huh." He replied. "The one who defeated Cell wasn't Hurcule Satan as everyone around here likes to believe, nor was it Goku Son. The second fighter who defeated Cell was none other than Son Goten, daughter of Goku and my best friend's little sister."

My mouth fell open. "That children— those children who were only twelve at the time, defeated that monster?!" I exclaimed.

"Yup." Dende replied. "And if you don't count the year in a day they spent in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, they'd have only been eleven."

"What's the Hyperbolic Time Chamber?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. I was, after all, the Keeper of Time and Guardian of the Gates of Time.

"It's a special room." This Earth's Guardian explained. "It makes a year pass for those inside it, but it only takes one day outside."

I whistled. "Pretty special room alright." I said, impressed. "I mean, I'm the Keeper of Time, and not even I can create a room like that.

"To tell you the truth," He confessed. "I'm not sure how the room came to be. Not even the previous Guardian, Kami, who has now merged with Piccolo, one of our fighters, knew where it came from. I don't think his predecessor knew either, or he would have told Kami. All I know is that it's been around for a very long time."

"Interesting." I said. "It's a shame you don't know how to create a room like that. It would be helpful for training the Sailor Scouts, the defenders of our world."

"I see." Dende replied. "Wouldn't that raise a few questions though? Such as how these Sailor Scouts suddenly changed so much in one day?"

I tapped my chin thoughtfully. "You're right." I admitted with a small sigh. "These girls are only in middle school, or at least the Inners. They're all fourteen. My companions, the Outer Sailor Scouts, just started high school this year. It would raise a lot of questions as to how they grew so much in a single day."

"Perhaps we could try to create a special room like the Time Chamber," The green guardian began. "But different in that you are immune to the time passing inside and instead only age for the amount of time that passes outside the chamber."

"Even if we did, we would still need someone to train them." I pointed out.

Dende nodded and held his hands up. "I wasn't suggesting that you didn't." He replied. Then he closed his eyes as if sensing something. His antennae twitched every now and then.

Then another green creature who looked like Dende appeared.

"Pluto-san, meet Piccolo." The guardian introduced. "Piccolo is the one who is going to be gathering up this Earth's warriors, including Goten and Trunks. And don't be insulted if Vageta mocks you or insults you. That's just how he is."

"Vageta?" I asked. "Who's he?"

"The last living pure blood Saiyan and Trunks' father." Dende answered. "He was once the prince of Planet Vageta, the Saiyan home world before it was destroyed by Frieza, so he's rather arrogant and stuck up."

"Stuck up and arrogant is an understatement." Piccolo muttered. "As Goten would say, he has a stick shoved a mile up his ass."

"Don't you think you should get going?" The young guardian reminded, ignoring his comment about the stick. "I'm sure Goten would be happy, no, delighted, to see you again. Chi-Chi has her buried under a mound of homework as usual. Goten's had it bad ever since Goku died."

"How come?" I asked curiously.

Piccolo rolled his eyes. "Chi-Chi loves her children, but deep down she's afraid of what they are." He explained, confusing me. "Saiyans are the ultimate fighters, as you know. Especially a half Saiyan, who is able to harness her human emotions to ascend to the next level. That's how Goten and Trunks defeated Cell."

"I see." I said. "If you don't mind, I'd like to take Goten and Trunks to my dimension so that they can train the peacekeepers there, the Sailor Scouts."

"That's fine." The older green alien relented. "Okay, I'm going to go round up the others, starting with Goten."

Dende winced for some reason. I looked curiously at him.

"You don't want to know." He groaned and placed his hands on his pointed ears as if preparing to rip them off. I would find out very soon that that was exactly what he was planning to do.

I raised my eyebrows but said nothing. In the distance, I saw Piccolo go through the window of a small house. He said something to the girl I assumed was Goten. A wicked grin crossed her face and I somehow heard her say; "Then let's round 'em up!"