The moment of creation...
God clapped His hands and everything exploded into whiteness that He could mold into the Universe. It took Him six days to create the planet Earth, it's first life-forms and the Solar System. Each new world that was born took Him six days to make. On the seventh day, God would always rest.

On one day when He was resting, God noticed a stray bit of whiteness floating about. Since He wanted to make sure He used every bit of the whiteness to create all things, He started to mold the little piece in His hands. This being would be special, and He smiled just thinking about it.

When God finished molding and opened His hands, a beautiful white dove flew up and landed on His shoulder with a musical and strangely soft 'sssshhhhiiirrrroooiii' sound. A dove that was much more then it seemed to be.

"You are the first of My many children." God whispered to the dove.

What will you have me do? The dove seemed to ask.

"Just watch...help when you are needed...give out kindness where it is required. The peace will not last. I give you permission to create one world on your own. Do with it as you wish, my son. Make the people there in your image."

As you wish...The dove replied, opening it's wings and taking flight. It flew a short ways away and slowly started to take on a humanoid shape. He caught a piece of the white glow that was still floating around and used the power of his mind to shape it into a solar system. Just to be different, he gave this solar system three suns instead of just one.

And new life began to spring up like seeds sprouting in soil. Especially on the planet God had named "Earth."

65,000,000,000 B.C. ...
A white dove that did not seem to belong in the sky flew among the thick clouds. It was time to end one reign of life on Earth and usher in another. So the dove lost itself in the clouds and took on a strange humanoid form, somehow staying suspended in the sky.

The figure channeled his energy through his body, a seemingly bottomless supply, and proceeded to call upon telekinesis to pull a huge asteroid from space and bring it down towards the planet. And then, with the flick of an eyelid, the figure sent the asteroid crashing into the Earth, ending the age of the dinosaurs and making room for the human race to evolve.

2000 years ago...
A couple settled down in the stable to rest. The woman was pregnant and soon to give birth, and all the other rooms in the inn were taken. But thanks to the innkeeper, the couple had a place to rest. So together they sat, eating their supper with the gentle animals around them.

Not long after that, the woman began to experience her first pains. The man stayed by her side and helped her through the birth. But little did they know that they were being watched by a single white dove as it sat on the edge of the manger. Of course, when the couple started to move to place the child into the manger, the dove flew away with a soft coo of joy, illuminated by the bright star that had just begun to shine above the stable.

Not far from where the dove landed, a pale humanoid figure with pointed ears emerged from the mist that had rolled in and walked away into the darkness.

A few short decades after that night...
A dove sat atop a tree, watching the gentle man with the auburn hair and crystal blue eyes as he was nailed to the cross and left to die. That dove watched the man cry out for the last time and then breathe his last. A single tear fell from the bird's ruby red eye, shimmering like the morning dew when that man's final cry had faded. But the tear wasn't of sorrow. The dove knew what had just happened.

Exactly three days later, the same little white dove was perched atop a large, heavy round stone. The stone began to move. The bird took flight and landed in a nearby tree as the gentle man walked out of the tomb, still wrapped in the white robe he was buried in. The man extended his hand and the dove landed on his arm, cooing with joy as the gentle man stroked it's breast.

I shall not forget this...The dove seemed to say to the man.

"No one will forget this." The gentle man said to the bird as he carried it with him to a place slightly out of sight. People were arriving and just beginning to notice that the tomb was empty. The man looked to the dove and said gently, "Go now. Watch over those who need it now. I will be all right."

The dove cooed and bobbed it's head once. It took flight and circled the area, looking down at the gentle man as he walked out to greet the frightened people by the tomb. The bird only left behind a single thought before flying away into the distance.

2000 A.D. ...
Piccolo had fallen extremely ill during his heavy training, and nobody noticed anything was wrong until he didn't show up to train Gohan for three days in a row. Gohan had gone looking for him found him unconscious and trembling with fever out in the valley. He had dragged him to his own home and watched his frightened mother try to attend to him.

"Why did you have to bring him here?!" Chichi cried as Piccolo lay sweating and trembling on the bed.

"I didn't know where else to take him!" Gohan replied. "And he was too big to carry any further."

Chichi did have to admit that for a boy as small as Gohan, carrying Piccolo had to be quite a feat. She sighed at that fact that he was different from most children and went about pressing a cool cloth to Piccolo's forehead. Ever since Gohan had brought him in, the Namek hadn't even twitched.

Gohan hopped onto the stool next to the bed and shook Piccolo's shoulders gently, then harder. "Mr. Piccolo! Please wake up! You have to get better!"

Outside the house, a white dove landed in the foliage. Fog rolled in and a brief glow frightened most of the animals away, but they quickly returned as if attracted to the strange humanoid form that stood there. The figure turned to the house, and the wind caught on the long black trench coat that he was wearing, causing it to briefly billow out and reveal the person's black leather pants. The shadows hid the figure well, but occasionally there would be a whispering breeze that caused sunlight to dance across his red eyes and show hints of snow-white skin.

The figure turned his head when an injured bird fell from it's nest and landed at his feet. He bent down and picked up the poor creature and held it in one hand while covering it with the other. A faint white light pulsed, briefly illuminating the figure's prominent brow ridges and antennae. Then he slowly lifted his hand, and the bird, good as new, chirped and flew away. The figure turned his head to watch it go, then stepped out of the foliage and walked slowly towards the house. His black boots made no sound, and he walked with unearthly grace. As he got closer to the house, the figure started to sense fear and worry. He also started to feel ill and realized there was trouble inside.

Inside the house, Piccolo was just starting to come around. He actually looked two shades paler then normal and was mumbling incoherently, probably delirious from the fever that just wouldn't break. His lips were cracked, there were dark circles under his eyes and his antennae were drooping like wilted plants.

Gohan tried to get Piccolo to drink some ice water, but he only managed to get him to take a sip. "Mr. Piccolo...you have to drink if you want to get better. That's what my mom always says."

Piccolo's only response was a groan, his eyelids fluttering as he tried to open them. He felt so weak, weaker then he had ever felt in his life. It was as if someone were pressing a mountain down on his chest. "Go...han..."

There was a knock on the door, and the sudden sound startled Chichi. She glanced at the door, a few strands of her sable hair falling into her face. "Gohan. Stay here with Piccolo. I'll get the door."

"Hai." Gohan replied, looking back to Piccolo worriedly when his breathing started to become irregular. He brushed his wild hair out of his face and watched the faint rise and fall of his sensai's chest.

Chichi grasped the cold doorhandle and twisted it, the door creaking as she opened it a crack. She stopped for a moment in surprise when she saw the figure on the other side of the door.

The person wore black boots with steel toes and black leather pants. A black trench coat danced in the wind, contrasting a great deal against the bare snow-white flesh underneath it. There were patches on his abdominal muscles like Piccolo had, but they were just as white as the rest of his skin. The most intriguing feature on this figure was his face.

Chichi found herself gazing into a pair of gentle, shimmering ruby red eyes. She also noticed the prominent features that identified the figure as a Namek. He was a Namek, but he was white! He had a strangely feminine face, but not feminine like Freeza or Zarbon. A better way to describe him would have been pretty or beautiful rather then handsome or rugged. Pretty in an almost angelic way.

"Y-yes?" Chichi trembled slightly, partially behind the door. "Can I help you somehow?"

The figure's lips parted and he spoke with a soft voice that seemed so gentle that it must have been coming from a dream. "Someone in here is ill. I can help them." His eyes slowly looked past Chichi to Piccolo as he pinpointed where the source of the illness he was sensing was coming from.

At that very moment, Piccolo's head jerked, his eyes rolled back and he stopped breathing entirely. Gohan gasped and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him.

"No! Wake up!"

Chichi saw how drastic the situation had become and quickly moved aside so the white Namek could get to Piccolo. She watched him take Gohan's shoulders gently and say, "I need you and your mother to go outside. Please. I won't hurt your friend, I promise."

Having no time to argue, Gohan nodded and hurried to his mother. The Namek watched as they went outside, closing the door behind them. Then he turned his attention to Piccolo, laying his hands on his chest and closing his eyes as a glow gathered around his hands.

"Now is not the time for you to go." The Namek said quietly as the glow started to fill Piccolo's body.

Outside, Chichi was hugging Gohan as he cried. The poor boy was so frightened for his friend.

"That man said he was going to help. What choice did we have?" Chichi whispered soothingly.

Gohan wiped the tears off his face, but more streamed down to take the places of the ones he just wiped away. He sniffled and said, "What if it doesn't work? What if Piccolo dies!?"

"He won't - " Chichi was interrupted by her jaw dropping in shock as she watched a glow brighter then the sun form in every window and crack of the house. Gohan covered his eyes with his forearm and Chichi turned her head away.

Inside, Piccolo suddenly gasped in a breath of air while the white Namek's glowing hand was still on his chest. The whole room was full of light brighter then the sun, but the light was starting to fade. Piccolo's eyes opened and a look of utter shock came to his face as the last of the glow faded away.

The white Namek looked down at Piccolo with his gentle eyes and said quietly with a smile, "You're well again. Tell no one of what you saw, my friend." Blinking, Piccolo just nodded, figuring that he was having a very weird dream. The mysterious white Namek took his hand off his chest and straightened again.

Gohan and Chichi were just starting to look at the house again when they saw that white figure come outside. They were a little surprised, but even more so when they saw Piccolo come outside a moment later. He looked just fine.

"Mr. Piccolo!" Gohan ran over to Piccolo and looked up at him with a smile. "I'm so glad you're OK!"

Piccolo smiled slightly in spite of himself as the wind ruffled his white cape and said, "Me too, kid."

Chichi turned to the white Namek and bowed slightly, some of her dark hair falling into her eyes. "Thank you. You saved his life."

"Yes, thank you!" Gohan cried happily, looking up at the mysterious Namek.

The white Namek's trench coat billowed out slightly in the wind as he looked down at Gohan, showed a smile that seemed almost childlike as he felt the young boy's happy emotions and said, "You're welcome, my friends."

"So, do you have a name? Or do I have to call you Hey You or White Guy?" Piccolo smirked as he crossed his arms and studied this white Namek curiously.

"Oh, I have a name." The white Namek offered his kind smile again. "Call me Shiroi. And it's a pleasure to meet you Piccolo, Gohan and Chichi," He winked one of his ruby eyes.

"Shiroi, huh? OK. Fine...wha!?" Piccolo looked baffled, as did everyone else. How could Shiroi have known their names so easily? It was obvious with Gohan and Piccolo...but Chichi?

Chichi blinked and watched Shiroi smile once more before starting to walk off into the gathering mist. His movements all seemed to blur slightly as if he were part of a dream, and he moved with such incredible grace.

"Hey, wait a sec! How could you - " Piccolo's sentence stopped in the middle when he realized that Shiroi had disappeared. "Where did he get to?"

Gohan looked around, then up at Piccolo and shrugged.

The next day, Piccolo was heading to his favorite stream to get a drink when he spotted a white dove landing near the water. He watched the dove as it glowed a bright white color and slowly change shape until a familiar white figure was crouching at the edge of the water.

Of course, Shiroi already knew that Piccolo was there. Without even looking up or turning around, he gently said, "I know you're there Piccolo. Come on out."

Muttering an obscene word, Piccolo stepped out of the shadows and crossed his arms. "So why did you help me yesterday? There were tons of other people dying at the same time I was." He threw one arm out to the side to flip his cape over his shoulder, then recrossed his arms again.

Shiroi stood up, not quite as tall as Piccolo, but close, and said, "It wasn't your time yet. Even when it is, you won't be gone for long."

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Piccolo's posture tensed slightly, "How would you know when I was going to die?"

"I just do." Shiroi replied calmly, mimicing Piccolo by crossing his arms.

"And what was with what I saw a minute ago? I watched you shapeshift out of a white dove or something like that. Who...or what are you?"

"If I told you, it would ruin the mystery."

Piccolo uncrossed his arms and widened his stance. "Your attitude is starting to piss me off, Shiroi. I don't care if you saved my life or not. Just tell me your little secret."

"You already saw it." Shiroi stated simply as he felt Piccolo's anger starting to boil.

"I didn't see shit! It was too bright and I was barely conscious." He hissed back through clenched teeth as his eyes narrowed.

Shiroi smirked slightly and his trench coat rustled slightly as he shifted his weight to one leg, then the other and said, "Or you just don't want to believe."

"OK, kid," Piccolo sneered.

"Kid?" Shiroi's eyes glittered and he let out a musical sounding laugh. "I'm a LOT older then you think, Piccolo. I should be calling you kid. And please, you don't want to fight me."

"Wanna bet?"

"I'd win both the bet and the fight." He quipped.

"Let's just see about that then." Piccolo prepared to take a flying leap at Shiroi. Before he could even bend his knees to jump, he felt something grab his arms and lock them behind his back, holding them there by just the wrists. "What the hell!!!" Turning his head, he found himself looking at Shiroi. He struggled to break free of Shiroi's simple grasp and couldn't.

Shiroi's expression remained gentle as he said, "I told you I would win both."

OK. This guy has NO power level, he heals me, can turn into a bird and can hold me down without even blinking. What the hell is he?! Piccolo asked himself as he sighed and said, "Whatever." He felt Shiroi release his arms. "How did you do that with no power level?"

"I have a power level. But if I revealed it, a lot of people would be able to pick it up." Shiroi said cryptically, omitting the fact that he meant anyone within the known universe that was capable of reading or feeling a power level would feel his power level rise.

"Why don't you show me then?" Piccolo said, smirking. "I bet you just got me by surprise. So go on."

Sighing and giving a shrug, Shiroi said quietly, "All right." He relaxed slightly. There was no aura, no ground-shaking, debris-tossing gust of wind. Nothing but the rush of power as he allowed his power level to rise.

Piccolo's jaw dropped as he felt the buzz. Gohan looked up from his studying in confusion. Krillin fell out of bed in shock. On a far-away planet, Freeza leapt out of his hoverpod when his scouter spontaneously exploded, and his men were all in a panic. Tons of other scouters were blowing up as well. Vegeta and Nappa were cussing at their busted scouters. Guru stirred slightly in his sleep as he felt the immense power, and all the people on the planet Namek looked to the sky in confusion.

The power level was impossible! It just kept rising forever! And just as quickly as it had appeared, the power level disappeared as Shiroi relaxed and looked at Piccolo.

"It's...impossible..." Piccolo sputtered, for once totally at a loss for what to say or do.

"Not quite." Shiroi winked and his eyes sparkled. "I believe a man named Walt Disney once said 'It's kind of fun to do the impossible'."

Snorting, Piccolo shifted his weight and replied, "Yeah, whatever."

Shiroi put his hands in his coat pockets and inhaled, then sighed. "Well, I need to move on for now. There are a lot of people out there that I have to watch over."

"I suppose so."

Turning, Shiroi started to walk off into the gathering mist. Piccolo grumbled to himself and crossed his arms when a final question popped into his mind. "Hey! Will I run into you again sometime?"

Half-shrouded in the mist that seemed to create it's own wind, Shiroi turned and half of the collar on his trench coat blew across the bottom of his face for a moment. His reply echoed slightly as if it was coming from the mist as much as it was coming from him. "If I told you, it would ruin the mystery." He grinned as the last of the mist rolled in and covered him completely. When the mist passed, Shiroi was gone.

"Humph!" Piccolo growled, hating it when people messed with his head. And that is exactly what Shiroi had done. With a last huff of annoyance, he knelt by the lake to get a drink.

The sun was setting, the sky was turning all sorts of brilliant golds and oranges, and the entire valley was growing quiet as day gave way to night. A sillhouette of Shiroi could be seen standing on one of the cliffs, his trench coat ruffling gently in the wind as he stood there with his hands in the coat pockets.

Just as glorious as the very first sunset...Shiroi said to himself, smiling slightly as he hopped up and floated down to the bottom of the cliff. The wind continued to blow his trench coat around as he walked into the glare of the sun and disappeared, heading to the next place that would need him.