2. Wait, I'm In The Marvel Universe?

10 years have passed since Nion was adopted by George Stacy. It is the year 2011. The Saiyan boy is now 13 years old, nearly 14.

(A/n: Yes, he was 3 when the Saiyan scientist measured his power level. George incorrectly assumed Nion was younger due to his size.)

In that time, George had gotten his leg permanently injured and retired as Captain of the New York City police department, and committed to homeschooling Nion with the help of Gwen. He is now named 'Arthur Nathaniel Stacy', his first name after George's brother and his middle name after the son his wife had carried.

George had falsified Arthur's origin by simply stating he had found him abandoned in the forest. George had hidden Arthur's tail by wrapping it around the boy's waist and putting on loose clothing.

The state, after a year or so, accepted the story after failing to come up with any leads on Arthur's parents, and allowed George to officially adopt him.

"Arthur! It's time for dinner! Get your sister and come down here!" George yelled.

"Comin'!" Arthur responded.

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(A/n: Will be 1st person narration from Arthur from now on.)

I got up from my bed and quickly looked in the mirror.

Extremely handsome as always... Sigh. Still not over the 5 foot mark, though. Damn this Saiyan blood of mine, keeping me short for most of my childhood.

I exited my room and knocked on Gwen's door. "Hey, Blondie! It's food time!" I yelled.

I hear a mumbled "Yeah, yeah, Shorty, I'm coming." from Gwen.

She opened the door and looked down at me, teasingly rubbing her hand on my head.

"Hey, don't do that! Not cool." I complained.

"Whatever you say, Little Man." Gwen said as she smiled.

God damn, she is beautiful. And her body sure looks fine in those tight jeans. I'm glad I have her as an adoptive sister.

I'm glad I got sent in the Marvel Universe to begin with.

While, yeah, the women in this world are extremely pretty, it's still a dangerous universe. But I was born in the DBZ universe, which would've been comparable in terms of danger, especially for a Saiyan. If I had the choice, I'd pick Marvel, solely because it's a world I'm more familiar with, being that it's exactly like my previous Earth in terms of history and technology.

"You done staring at my butt, Little Man? Or maybe you want a better look?" Gwen teased while taking a pose that slightly emphasized her ass.

"Shut up, fatty." I retorted.

"Hey! I am NOT fat, you jerk!" Gwen pouted heading down the stairs while I followed.

Gwen liked teasing me, ever since she caught me... ahem... masturbating in my room. Since that incident one and a half years ago, I've stopped doing the deed all together due to the embarrassment.

What? We've known that we weren't related since we were children! Of course she'll see me as a guy and not a brother.

She treats me as a really close friend who just so happens to have the same last name and I did the same.

Both of us settled down on the dinner table and organized the plates.

"So, what's for dinner, Dad? Please don't tell me it's chicken and rice again..." Gwen asked.

"You're right! It isn't chicken and rice! It's chicken and spaghetti!" George exclaimed.

"That's basically the same thing! Ugh, now I have to go to the gym tomorrow to burn off the carbs..." Gwen sulked.

"Aw, come on. Exercise is good for you. You should do it more often, anyway." I added.

"No wonder you're so short. All you do is muscle training." Gwen said as she rolled her eyes.

"I might be short now, but I'll be taller than you in no time. Just you wait!" I claimed.

Saiyans aren't affected by extreme muscle exercises, anyway. I can already bench 400 pounds and dead lift 1050. Plus, I don't even look all that bulky.

Of course I can lift more, since I've been training for years now. I just don't show them because it would be weird for a 13 year old to deadlift 5 tons.

I've also used the internet to research on Ki and Ki control while using my knowledge on DBZ to supplement my research a few years ago.

The result; I was able to imitate the Kamehameha wave to a small degree. I was afraid to go full power, since I could destroy a few buildings.

I could safely say I'm just as strong as Goku was at the end of the Original Dragon Ball, around 300 in power level.

"More, please." I asked, giving my empty plate to George.

"Sheesh, kid, that's your 3rd one. How do you eat so much?" George mused.

I love eating, but I could do without this Saiyan appetite. I don't want to bankrupt George with the growing grocery bill.

"You'd think he be taller, or fatter, with how much he eats..." Gwen added, glancing at Arthur's body.

"Growing boys need to eat alot." Arthur said.

"Pfft- 'growing' he says." Gwen teased.

"You'll see. I bet I'll grow taller than you in half a year." Arthur said as he rolled his eyes.

"Alright, alright. Enough arguing. Arthur, it's your turn to do the dishes, so get to it after you finish. Sleep right after your done, the it's the first day of highschool for you tomorrow." George said.

"You got it, Dad." Arthur responded.

George and Gwen both left the dining room and went to their rooms.

First day of highschool, huh? I've skipped ahead a year due to me being so smart and reading all those science and math text books when my brain was young. I'll obviously be the target of bullying, too. Whatever, not like a few kids could hurt a Saiyan of power level 300.

(A/n: 300 is nothing to scoff at. Master Roshi blew up the moon when he was lower than that level.)

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After finishing the dishes, I climbed the stairs, knocking on Gwen's door as I passed it to say goodnight, and entered my room.

As usual, I practice channeling my Ki and going through image training in my mind, copying the mixed martial arts moves I've seen on 'YourTube', while trying not to get distracted by new videos of Iron Man.

I've also already done my tail training. No more will I get all numb from having my tail gripped.

I don't remove my tail, even though I know I can, because I want to eventually see if I can turn Super Saiyan 4. I'll first have to be able to control myself in great ape form first, though.

Ugh, I'm so bored. I'll be able to get stronger faster if I could just fight with someone.

I splay down onto my bed early and go to sleep, ready to take on high school again in this life.

Hopefully, there's alot of pretty girls there...