KABOOM!!! BANG!!! CRASH!!! The cyborg crashed to the ground, with the Great Saiyaman looking down from the sky. Clearly, the cyborg had sustained heavy damage from the Great Saiyaman's attacks. He managed to get up, but acknowledged the fact that he was defeated. The Great Saiyaman slowly descended to the ground and stood in front of the cyborg. He didn't move, as the cyborg finally managed to stand up. "Damn you, Great Saiyaman." the cyborg cursed. The caped hero still didn't move or say anything. He knew the cyborg was now defeated, and harmless. He didn't want to kill him if he didn't have to. The cyborg knew this too, but still he was partly human, and had his dignity to preserve. So he deliberately created a chi blast in between himself and the Great Saiyaman so the hero wouldn't see him escape. He did see, of course, but he just let it happen. The cyborg was pathetic, not worth killing even if he'd had wanted to, which he didn't. The Great Saiyaman hated violence and strives to preserve peace and harmony on his home planet. "Just you listen, Great Saiyaman!" the cyborg screamed as he flew away. "I'll destroy you one day, and the world will once again be ruled by the Red Ribbon Army under the leadership of the great Dr. Gero!"
The cyborg defeated, the Great Saiyaman flew away too, cheered by the grateful humans.
The caped hero landed at the front door of a small, charming house in located in the beautiful countryside. It had been his childhood home, and now his wife and daughter live here too. It was the Son house. The Great Saiyaman pushed a button on his wristwatch, and instantly he was transformed into Son Gohan, professor of philosophy and theoretical physics. Gone was the green and black costume, red cape and helmet, replaced by extraordinarily thick glasses, gray suit and tie, and matching briefcase.
He opened the door. "Honey, I'm home!"
"Gohan!" Videl met her husband at the door, and kissed him. "How was your day?"
"It was all right. I had to fight another one of Gero's cyborgs, though. They seem to get bolder these days."
"You poor soul." Videl took Gohan's coat and briefcase. "Just rest, dear. I'll get you a drink."
Gohan sat down on the couch. "Where's Pan?"
"She's at the back, playing with Bra." Videl disappeared into the kitchen.
Gohan walked into the playroom where the girls were playing house. Pan looked up. "Daddy! You're home!" she ran to her father and hugged him.
"Hi, uncle Gohan," Bra said.
"Hi, Bra," Gohan answered. "What are you playing?"
"We're playing house," she replied. "Wanna join us?"
"Sure." So Gohan spent the afternoon playing with his daughter and her best friend.
***
Later.
"It's getting late, girls," Gohan said. "You should be getting home, Bra. Come on, I'll send you back. I need to see your mother anyway."
"Are you going to fly me home?" Bra asked.
"Yup."
"Yay!" Bra cheered. She loved it when her daddy took her flying, but these days he was too busy. So she was happy to have Pan's daddy fly her home.
Soon, Gohan was flying over the Western Capitol, with Bra holding on to him tightly. She enjoyed the ride, and squealed happily when Gohan made a few somersaults in the sky.
They arrived at Capsule Corp and were shown in by the domestic robot. Bulma was doing some reading and Trunks was watching TV in the living room. Gohan greeted them. "Hi, Bulma. Hi, Trunks." "Oh, it's Gohan and Bra. Come on in," Bulma welcomed them. Trunks didn't turn his eyes from the TV, but he scowled.
Gohan, Bulma and Bra chatted over tea. "Where's Yamucha?" Gohan asked.
"Busy with the team, as usual," Bulma replied sourly. "He could spend a bit more time with his family," she grumbled.
"Oh..." Gohan felt uncomfortable for bringing up a sensitive issue.
"Anyway, how are you?" Bulma asked.
"Oh, I've been a bit busy these days. The cyborgs seem to get bolder and stronger," Gohan replied. "In fact, I had to fight another one today, and I think I might have damaged my watch."
"Let me see," Bulma said. Gohan took it off and gave it to her. "Hmm... A few screws have come loose. No problem. I'll fix it in no time."
She took out a screwdriver and began taking it apart. "You know, I can't help thinking," she said. "The cyborgs were never much of a threat until recently. Specifically not till after the dragon balls were used a year ago by someone."
"I know," Gohan said. "There must be a connection. They're manageable so far, but we never know. They might become uncontrollable one day."
Bulma finished fixing the watch. "Yes. And you'll be our only hope," she said, handing it back to Gohan.
"I could use some help," Gohan said, turning to Trunks. "How about it, Trunks? Wanna fight alongside the Great Saiyaman against the cyborgs?" Trunks ignored him. "You'll need a costume, and a code name too, if you don't want to be known," Gohan continued, seemingly unaware of Trunks' cold shoulder treatment to him. He thought for a while. "How about Lavender-mask?" Trunks grunted, muttering something like "stupid" and "crazy", and (rather rudely) left the room. "You can choose another name if you don't like it," Gohan said. Bulma and Bra sweatdropped.
"I always wondered why you chose the name Great Saiyaman," Bulma said, now sitting on the couch with Bra on her lap.
"I've always wondered about the Saiyajins," Gohan said, a faraway tone in his voice. "Father was the last pure-blooded Saiyajin, and also the legendary Super Saiyajin. I want to become as great as he was, and since I was the last link to my father's people, I thought it apt. Now I've got Pan, but she's more human than Saiyajin."
"Father always regretted the fact that Prince Vegeta died on old Nameksei, because he didn't get the chance the chance for a last fight between them. I regret it too now, a little. He was the only real Saiyajin left then, and there were so many things I want to learn about them. So many secrets. After all, I am half Saiyajin and I've lost half of my heritage with his death."
"Hmph." Bulma grunted. "I'm not sorry we got rid of that monster. All the universe's better off without people like him."