Spiderman and Bulma have run a few more tests on me, but gave up. I think heard Bulma mention the word "magic" but I canna' be sure. After the first superhero fight in me life, I be glad for the rest I be getting now. Well, when Pan ever lets me rest.

I had to find out just why I got into the fight, so I went to see Spiderman, I mean Peter. He introduced me to his other self when I met his wife and aunt.

"Peter," I began, hesitating, "no one ever told me what the whole thing with Gaia was about."

"Who's Gaia? She's an X-man right? What "whole thing"?

No luck there. Next, I be trying Vegeta.

******

I found him in his training room.

"Vegeta, who was Gaia? And why were we fighting demons? And why is it that Peter no remember anything about it?"

He stopped training and looked at me. "And you do remember? That's odd."

"What be your meaning?"

He explained everything he knew about Gaia, and then said, "Charles Xavier is the world's greatest telepath. He thought it would be better if the world did not remember what she did."

He spoke in a tone that told me he didn't agree with Xavier's feelings.

"How come you and I remember?" I asked.

"As for me, it could be because I'm a Saiyan, I don't know. As for you, I'm entirely clueless. You may be protected by what you are as well."

I stepped back from him. I was puzzled, and I knew he was too. But for some reason, I felt even more puzzled when I was near him.

"That be bringing me to another question." I said. "What's a Saiyan?"

******

I no beleive this. I be in a house full of aliens! If that weren't enough, a girl who be one-third alien be following me everywhere I go. It's funny, she be cute enough, but I no feel to much when I no be with her. But when I look at her, I be getting feelings of... adoration?

I walked into the kitchen, and as usual, Pan was behind me. Bulma Mary Jane, and Aunt May were all sitting around a small table, making small talk. There eyes shifted to us for a wee bit, and I had to struggle to keep the smile off me face. Why would I be feeling amusement?

Later that day, I talked to Bulma about this.

"Let's try an experiment, Angus." she said.

She sat me in an empty room, facing away from the door. "I'll be right back."

In a few minutes, she was back.

"Don't look behind you," she said quickly, as I had started to turn. "I have someone with me, do you know who it is?"

"No."

"Good."

I heard her whisper something, and whoever was with her moved closer behind me.

"What were you feeling just a moment ago?" asked Bulma?

"I was puzzled."

"Good, what are you feeling now?"

"Curiosity. I no be knowin' why though."

There was more whispering.

"How about now?"

"L.. l...", I stammered.

"Love?" finished Bulma.

"No, pure lust."

I looked around, completely puzzled. Both Bulma and Mary Jane were shrieking with laughter.

"That was, like, so cool. I..." said Mary Jane.

"Allow me to explain, Angus. " interrupted Bulma. "When you told me of all the strange feelings you were having when you were with different people, I thought you might be an empath, and I think I just proved it."

"Empath?"

"You're able to feel what other people feel."

"Wow."

"I want to try it again." said Mary Jane.

Bulma went over to her and whispered. Mary Jane came over to me, and touched me arm. Anger. I'd never felt so angry since me father died. My veins began to turn black, but I stopped myself, and pulled back. Bulma's mouth dropped. Mary Jane went white.

"A.. are you, like, okay?" she asked.

"I be alright now. What made you so mad that I felt it that much?"

She gulped. "Kitty Pryde."

I decided not to ask. Bulma came over to me, "I think that's enough for now."

******

That night, there was nothing to do. I was just about to go to bed early, when Pan came out of nowhere.

"You wanna watch a movie?"

The entertainment system here at Capsule Corp be amazing. We watched "The Saint", with Val Kilmer. I always thought the romance scenes in movies were a little boring, but this time, I liked them. I dinna' realise what was happening till, in the middle of an action sequence, I felt the same kind of lust that I'd felt in Bulma's experiment earlier.

I looked at Pan, and realised that she'd been on the other end of the couch before, but now she was right beside me. She looked straight at me, then leaned in closer. Before I knew it, we were kissing.

At one point, I thought I saw Peter pass by, but it must have been a shadow.

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