disclaimer: I do not own DBZ...only my characters and new things introduced in the story unless otherwise told.

A/N: This story takes place fifteen years after the end of GT. I know Goku isn't supposed to be there, but I say he is and he is. I know not everything is as it is in the show, but this is -my- story, so I can change it however I want it to be. But, I'm not changing it that much, just tell me when someone is OOC, and I'll try and change it unless that is they way I want them to act.

he deals the cards as a meditation, and those he plays never suspect, he doesn't play for the money he wins, he doesn't play it for respect. He deals the cards to find the answer. The sacred geometry of chance, the hidden law, of the probable outcome, the numbers lead a dance. You know that the spades are the swords of a soldier, I know that the clubs are weapons of war, I know that diamonds mean money for this art, but that's not the shape of my heart.'

Lost World
Chapter One.............................Issues

Goku looked on in shock as he witnessed what he thought a miracle. A being with a power level of five, beating Vegeta, someone with a power level over two billion. The only thing he thought was logical, was they had weird powers, weirder than their own. So far, right when Vegeta was to strike, it would disappear and strike him from behind. Goku could tell Vegeta's stamina wasn't holding going up much longer, and his oblivious frustration and irritation over the matter wasn't helping. Soon Vegeta would be on the ground below in a bloody mass of body. Goku could do nothing but watch in prospect, if he jumped in now, he would be no better off than Vegeta. He needed a plan, and fast. He watched for a few more seconds, and then he realized that the Tzum-jin only disappeared when they -knew- something was going to hit them, or thought something was going to hit them. Goku grinned, all he had to do was get behind them undetected. He put his fingers to his forehead and disappeared, reappearing behind the small, purplish green alien that was attacking Vegeta at the moment. Vegeta raised his eyes and looked at Goku with confusion. Goku's hand made a swift movement and hit a supposed pressure point of the alien, even if it wasn't a pressure point, he still cut it's head clean off. Vegeta frowned at Goku, but could say nothing as another attacked relentlessly. Goku did the same thing he did before hand, doing away with another by a sneak attack from behind. No later than ten minutes , Vegeta fell through the air limply, and landed back first on the ground, the impact sending him back up a few short feet, a painful groan escaped his lips before his body gave him mercy and allowed him no more pain. Goku knew it was time to leave, he ducked away from the Tzum-jin at hand, flew over to a still Vegeta, and disappeared from sight, the aliens looked around, not being to bright, they shrugged and left.

Goku set the battered Vegeta on a medical table, waiting for Bulma to come down and start up the regeneration chamber. The door on his right flew open with force as a disheveled woman looked on at her mate, her very injured mate.

Goku! What happened? I thought those aliens were weak! She asked, her voice filled with concern and anger. Goku sighed, even though he had Shunkan Idou, they still managed to get a few good hits in. Once they spotted him, they never lost track unless he disappears, but when he reappears, another would set it's sights on him.

They are...there energy level is three, -you- are stronger then they are. He said, his eyes cast downward in melancholy. Before Bulma could ask, Goku answered her, he knew what she was going to ask. Despite being weak, they seem to turn to air, and they pack a punch too. Even with Shunkan Idou, they still got a few shots on me. But Vegeta seemed to get the worst of it, if anything I'd have to teach -everyone- Shunkan Idou before we could get rid of them. But the only people strong enough are the Sayia-jins and demi Sayia-jins. There isn't enough of us. Bulma said nothing as the tank lid opened with a hiss, Goku lifted Vegeta and set him in the console, Bulma hooked him up with the wires, and soon Vegeta was submerged in the green liquid.

Then what are we going to do, they have already killed a third of our population...w-we have no where to go, we have no ships large enough to carry all of us. Bulma said, tears beckoned at the edges of her eyes as she stared at her husband of ten years, her mate of forty. Goku pulled her into a tight embrace, sharing sorrow over the events of these few days.

We just can't sit here and wait to die...why don't we do what we did when Babi was here? Goku asked, shrugging out of the embrace. Bulma leaned tiredly on the table behind her.

We couldn't possibly, there can't be -three- Earths...it just won't work like that, I'm sorry Goku. She said, this time she just left the room, leaving the two only full Sayia-jins alone. Goku watched Vegeta float around in the regeneration tank before leaving also, it wasn't like he could hold a conversation with him at the moment, then again, he couldn't even if he was conscious. When he arrived in the first large, family room, the Briefs-Vegeta family and the Son family were sitting around the room, talking in hushed tones, crying, or just silently contemplating to themselves.

A little girl cried as she jumped up off of ChiChi's lap, and into Goku's arms. Her black human-Sayia-jin style hair swaying with her movement, her ice blue eyes swarmed by unbidden tears. Her father smiled at her sadly and sat next to his wife. ChiChi stared at him and enveloped him in a hug also. Goten and Bra sat next to them, a child on their lap, she seemed about eight, she had dark blue-black hair that was similar to Bra's, and sad, dark eyes. She held on to her parents and watched the display of affection, her brother sitting just below them on the floor. He had pointy black hair with pointy bangs, and black eyes. His eyes were about as wet as they would be for a while, he had adapted to Vegeta first, and now he was latching onto Goku. Gohan and Videl sat with Pan and Trunks on the couch across from them. Pan and Trunks had their own daughter seated between them, she had dark lavender hair that was a cross between Vegeta and Goku, just a little more girlish. Her blue-black eyes where filled with sorrowful tears, so were her parents, and her parents parents. Just beside Trunks was Bulma, who was holding and rocking a young crying girl, her black hair seemed to have an auburn sheen to it when light hit it, and when she looked up every so often, you had a peek of her dark sodden eyes. Her mother almost sobbing from the fact that her husband is being beaten by forms weaker than herself.

Guys...I don't know if Bulma told you, but Vegeta is beaten pretty bad. At the loud gasp, he continued. His wife stopping her crying for a moment to stare at him in frightened shock. I know that does not sound the way it should, and I know these beings are weak, very weak. But they do have an advantage, they can turn to nothing...dodging every punch. The weird thing about all that is they can punch fairly hard, they could take Bulma's head off or yours, Videl. The only way that -I- can see is I teach all of you Shunkan Idou. They can't sense energy, they have to see, like Frieza, so to kill them, you have to sneak up behind them. The tears were coming down even more now. Goku sighed and held his hand up, palm facing everyone. Don't cry you guys, if we go down...we -aren't- going down crying, and giving them that satisfaction.

You're right, Goku. We have always found a way before, we can do it again, right? Trunks said, wiping the tears from his eyes and cheeks. His family doing the same. The son family silently agreed and did the same. ChiChi stood up from her seat, still rubbing at her wet eyes.

I'll go start dinner. Videl, will you help me? ChiChi said, turning away toward the door that led to the large kitchen. Videl followed her soundlessly. Bulma looked around, they just might make it, they just might.

I'll...um get the fire going. Trunks, get me some wood. Bra, check on your father, he's in--change that, Bra get the wood, Trunks -you- check your father, room 6008, in tank 6B8R33. Bulma said, setting the sniffling six year old on the floor. Jael, go get the movies out of your room. As they set out, Bulma left to get some paper, Trunks went down the hallway Goku had come from, Bra stepped outside into the bright, white snow, that was still falling, and Jael climbed up the stairs to her room. Goku sat back down, the people still residing in the room sat next to him.

Do you think Grandpa will be all right? The dark haired boy asked, patting Goku's knee for attention. Goku glanced down at him and smiled. Everyone looked at him, waiting for the answer.

Of course Jai. Zoe, Janelle, Kenya, Pan, Goten, Gohan, don't worry, he -will- be fine, so will we. He said, patting Zoe's head. The girl on his lap giggled at the small sign of affection, everyone's mood lightening at this. Bra stepped in, snow gathered in every nook on her. She shook herself and most of it came off. She walked in and smiled solemnly at everyone and set the wood in the fire as her mother came back with a pile of old newspaper in her arms. Soon after the fire was lit, Jael came back down, slowly walking down as she balanced about twenty movies in her small arms. Her mother was quick to help, Bulma took more than half of them and set them next to the television. Trunks came back, his head down.

The regen chamber said he will be able to come out in three hours. I'm glad you updated those tanks last year, mom. Trunks mumbled to his mother more than the rest of them. Pan hurried over next to him once he sat down, she wrapped herself around him and laid her head on his shoulder.

So...what do we want to watch first? Bulma asked, trying to be helpful in cheering up the mood. She tried to fight the urge to cry over how bad Vegeta was hurt, last time he was hurt he blew up the gravity machine, even then, it only took up a half an hour. Now he was three in a half hours. This was serious.

I wanna watch a holiday one mom! Jael said happily clapping her hands, Zoe squealed with her when her mother smiled and popped one in. The elders all laughed quietly. Two hours later, there was dinner plates all over the living room as everyone stared at the flickering T.V. screen. Bulma glanced at the table from her seat on the floor with her daughter.

Goku, would you put those dishes in the sink for me? She asked, Goku looked from the television to her to the dishes and gave her a puppy face, she narrowed her eyes at him and he relented and was quick about it. At the end of the long movie they all sat up and stretched, they knew the aliens were out there, and they also knew from their first collision with them that the only way they attack is if someone disturbs them, and right now, no one was disturbing them. The loud crash and a string of creative curses made them all jump. After they realized who it was, they all shared a heart felt laugh. An angry Prince emerged from the hallway and scanned the grinning crowd with an ornery presence mixed with disgust.

How can you idiots just sit here while those damned aliens run around galavanting like
-ice-jin-? Vegeta demanded, taking a few more steps in the room. When no one answered, Jael stood up and ran to her father, hugging him around the knees. Vegeta bent over and picked her up by the armpits, he settled her on his hip and glared at the rest of them.

Did you forget that they don't attack unless provoked? Gohan asked, sitting up from his previously relaxed position. Vegeta pursed his lips and snarled at the young man.

How do -you- know someone isn't provoking' them? He asked, walking the rest of the way in, handing his daughter to Bulma who took her and looked up at him with a blank face. Gohan gritted his teeth, but didn't answer because he knew that he was right. How do you know they aren't killing people while you sit here around a fire watching movies like your oblivious and to important for the happenings around the world?

Vegeta...sorry if we upset you, but we are just trying to lighten up our family. Gohan retorted, standing up. Vegeta glared at him and stalked over to him, just inches from his face Vegeta snorted.

Our family' shouldn't -be- lightened up unless we pound those sniveling jackass aliens into the ground like the fucked up retarded iota of a energy level they are! Vegeta bit back, standing on his tip toes as he shoved his own face into Gohan's there noses almost touching, he leveled Gohan with a dour glare. Gohan sat back down in defeat.

Vegeta, we need a plan, not a fight. Goku uttered from behind Vegeta. We already know that they can turn into nothing to dodge our attacks. And that you would have to use Shunkan Idou to kill them. I'm willing to teach anyone who is going to fight. Vegeta turned and just looked at him. Goku stared up at him in expectancy, Vegeta narrowed his eyes and seemed to be thinking for a moment.

All right Kakkorot, we learn your Shunkan Idou' tomorrow at dawn. Everyone who is going fight, met in the back by the gravity simulator around 4:00. Vegeta said, just as he was about to turn. A hand was placed on his shoulder, Vegeta resisted the tugging urge to kill the owner of it.

In the morning? Jai asked, unaware of the danger he was just in. Vegeta turned around, at the same time knocking the hand on his shoulder.

What did you think I meant when I said Vegeta asked fervently, Jai rolled his eyes and nodded as he stepped past him and up the stairs to his temporary room. Vegeta waited until everyone had left to their respectable rooms before he nodded to Bulma and they walked up the stairs silently, side by side to their own room.

A/N, please review, I would like to know your opinion on the story.
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Next chapter: Musings, and Training
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