Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of the characters, but do enjoy the story.

Announcement: Some of you may be aware and others are not, but I did a poll last week to decide what would replace my story The Picture on my update list. Unfortunately, I didn't really get an idea on what most people wanted and so, I made a better way for people to decide. Alongside my usual updates, I will be posting the first chapter of the five stories that actually received votes and then after the final story has been written I will put the poll back up so that you can vote on which one you want to continue. This is the first story of 5

Chapter 1

He stood on the outskirts of the place he had once known as West City, but apparently since his last visit they had renamed it. So, now he found he was at the edge of Satan City, The Home of the Man Who Saved the World. This mysterious young man laughed as he read the billboard. He couldn't understand how people really bought what that goofball was selling. He's be surprised if that idiot even knew how to throw a punch. Oh well, after all this time there would be no point in exposing him now, besides in a way he was the one who saved it.

"Well, I better get going before I'm late," he said straightening the bag on his back and off he went into the city.

In order to get where he needed to be, he went into a light jog, or at least that's what he felt it was. To everyone else, his speed was unreal as he passed most cars that were going at least 45 mph. Seeing the reactions of these people made him smirk.

"As usual, these weaklings can only stand amazed at those with real power," he thought.

However, as he ran he came across some trouble. The roar of gunfire was easy to hear and from what he could see, it was a simple robbery. He came to halt in front of the bank to get a better look at the situation. There were seven men in total, one sat in the driver's seat, but he didn't doubt that he the driver had at least a small firearm. The other six stood in the back of the small blue truck firing off their machine guns in random directions and angles.

One of the robbers, most like the leader started laughing, "What's wrong you pigs? Too scared to move? Maybe you should all just drop dead!"

The man turned his guns on the few officers that were there, but they managed to hide behind their vehicles. The young man actually wanted to laugh at them, the police who try to seem tough, but here they were cowering under a little pressure. Then again it's not as if they were like him. He was brought out of his thoughts as the police and the crowd began to cheer. They all had their attention set on a yellow jet copter that had just landed and from inside a girl that was probably around his age appeared. She wore a baggy t-shirt with badge clipped near the bottom. At same time though she also had tight fitting biker shorts and gloves. He had to admit that her black hair, which was tied in pigtails, as well as those blue eyes made her seem attractive. However, what caught his attention was the way she moved. There was confidence in each step she took and based on what he could see of her muscle structure, this girl was one hell of a fighter.

"Videl, you finally made it!" a very large officer cheered.

"What's the situation chief?" she practically demanded from the plump man.

"Just some random crooks who wanted a big score," he answered trying not to look into the girl's fierce glare, "We did everything we could, but those guns make them hard to deal with."

Videl understood. Yeah right, she understood that their so called best was to hide until she could arrive and handle everything. Ignoring whatever else the overweight officer was saying, she looked around. The so called crooks all had smirks on their faces as they looked down on her. She hated when people did that, especially men. They all seemed to think that because she was a girl that when she beat them they could get away with saying "I was just taking it easy on her." Well then, these guys had better be ready to face her wrath. She made her way through the path that the crowd had opened up for her like always. However, something different happened.

"And what exactly do you think you're doing?" said a voice.

To say Videl was stunned would be an understatement, she was embarrassed as she felt that someone had grabbed the back of her shirt and was keeping her from advancing. She turned around expecting to see some newbie officer that didn't know who she was, but that was not the case. She had found herself being stared down by a six foot tall man that she believed may be her age. She practically eyed every detail of him. The black hair that defied gravity other than the single lock that that fell over his eye. Yeah, those black haunting eyes that could make even hell freeze over. The serious expression on his face was complimented by his dark clothing. The young man kept his navy blue dress shirt unbuttoned exposing a black t-shirt that barely hid his muscled chest. His sleeves were only rolled up to his elbows as he wore black wristbands that practically acted like a second skin. Hell, even his watch was dark in color, as were those baggy pants he wore(Essentially there the same kind of pants that Mirai Trunks wore including the shoes, except Gohan's are blue).

"Young man, let that girl go," an officer yelled, snapping her out of her trance, "Can't you see that she's trying to stop those men."

Videl's blood chilled when he spoke, "I could be wrong, but isn't that supposed to be your job. This girl is a civilian therefore you are supposed to be protecting her not the other way around."

Her face became red at his words, "Hey buddy, I don't need anyone to protect me, you got that! I am the daughter of Hercule Satan, thank you very much."

The mysterious young man looked at her quizzically and while she expected him to start groveling, he once again did something that she didn't expect. He had laughed as if it were the funniest joke in the world.

"You can't be serious," he said finally calming down, "You mean to say that you admit to being related to that idiot and you're proud of it?"

She was now trembling with anger, but before she could say anything he was already walking past her towards the crooks.

"As thanks for the laugh," he said turning back to her with a smirk on his face, "I'll deal with this myself."

He again started walking towards them which only made her groan thinking that now she had an even bigger mess to clean up afterward. Unknown to her was just who it was that she had been speaking to. The young man now stood before the criminals, his face expressionless as the leader aim the barrel directly at him.

"You really should have just let the girl fight us," he taunted with a malicious grin on his face as his buddies laughed.

"I have to admit guys like you really piss me off," he said his eyes suddenly becoming cold.

In an instant they all found themselves being tossed off the truck as it suddenly leaned forward. The driver stared wide-eyed as did everyone else, the young man had suddenly appeared and smashed the hood in as his fist pierced through the engine. Before anyone could do anything else he had pulled the driver out through the windshield. The holding him up like a scarecrow he drove his knee into the man's back and based on the crack there was probably going to be some spinal damage.

"That's one down," he muttered, "Now for the others."

His assault was quick as he phased in and out of everyone's sight. He easily disarmed each of them, but it was what he did after doing such that left the crowd speechless, especially the raven haired fighter. She watched him not only defeat them, but she understood exactly what each blow meant. He was shattering their bones causing muscles and tendons to tear. There was no way that any of them would completely recover from their injuries. Now, he stood with the criminal leader under his foot and gun in hand.

"I have to admit I am amazed at how much a difference a single weapon can make," he said with an icy edge in his voice, "It makes men who would usually have no courage become so brave that they think they have the right to threaten other people's lives.

"I'm sorry," the man whined as he felt his sternum being crushed, "Please, I'll never do this again, just leave me alone."

"And why should I do that?" he asked, "Actually, you may be able to answer something for me. Seven years ago, when Cell was running rampant guys like you were hiding underneath their beds screaming for their mommies. Yet, now you think it's your chance to cause some mayhem. Why?"

The man squirmed unable to think of a coherent answer for the young man that had decimated him and his friends. His eyes practically popped out of his head when he found the barrel of his own gun staring him in the face.

"So, perhaps it would be better if I reinstilled that fear," he said.

Anyone could easily see that this young man was not kidding. There was no hesitation in his eyes, he would truly kill if he had to. The robber looked at the trigger where he could see that soon it would be pulled and eventually he heard the roar of gunfire before he blacked out.

"What a wimp," he groaned, but then smirked as he viewed his handiwork.

He wanted to laugh as the leading criminal laid there unconscious believing that he had been about to die. Without a word he grabbed his bag and was about to leave before he was stopped by Videl.

"Where do you think you're going?" she said glaring at him.

"I don't know about you, but I've got school, so see ya around," he said trying to leave, but she circled around him and cut him off.

"No, where you're going is with the police after what you did," she told him, "You have no training for situations like this and someone could have gotten hurt. Not only that, but what you did was entirely excessive."

The way she acted tough almost brought a smile to his face...almost.

He took hold of her shirt and drew her close to him, "Let me make this clear, you have no right to judge me. Besides, I could be wrong, but you're no different from me. After all, you were just about to go in and do the same thing or is it different because of who your father is."

Videl was stunned, but not just because of what he said, it was the way he acted. She hated having to use her father's name, but it seemed as if it were the only way for people to take her seriously. Yet, now this guy acted as if she were normal, threatening her as if he wouldn't have to deal with the strongest man in the world. Another thing she wondered was who he was? The look in his eyes made it seem as if he could kill everyone there and he wouldn't give a damn. In all honesty she was scared, but there was no way in hell that she was going to let him know that.

"Listen up you fucking idiot," she yelled practically damaging his eardrums, "It's my job to help keep this city as peaceful as possible and I can't do that if we let some vigilante get away."

He smirked and said, "Too bad," before he let go of her and suddenly vanished.

At first stunned, but she then slammed her foot into one of the police cruisers leaving a noticeable dent in the door. Her breathing was now heavy with her rage she ran to her jet copter and took flight to her school. After landing on the rooftop she ran to her class.

"Sorry I'm late," she said bowing to her teacher.

"No worries, I understand that sometimes your civic duties often clash with school hours," the teacher explained, "Just make sure your grades don't suffer. Now take your seat."

Doing as he said she climbed the stairs to find her seat in between two blondes that happened to be her best friends. Erasa may be a chatterbox, but she at least listened to her problems. Sharpner, well he was just Sharpner.

"Hey Videl, what's with you?" Erasa asked, "I've never seen you like this after stopping a crime."

"That's because I didn't get to stop them," she said before explaining what had happened.

"Holy shit, I can't believe someone could actually do something like that," Erasa practically squealed.

"Will you two quiet down," the teacher shouted, "Alright my young..um...scholars, It would appear that we have a new student joining us today. That's your cue son. Our young friend here managed to get a perfect score on every one of his exams."

The word nerd and wimp could be heard echoing throughout the room. Then in came the student.

"Hello everyone," he said snapping Videl from her usual daze.

"YOU!" she yelled as she jumped to a standing position.

The new student looked at her and smirked. Yep, it was definitely him, the very person that was causing her current bad mood.

"Hello again," he waved, "Well anyways, the name is Son Gohan."