Time itself is changing. Those were the words spoken by his son from an alternate timeline. At once the words of his injured son concerned and raised his curiosity as Vegeta carried the young man with long straight lavender hair inside to tend to his wounds and shelter him from the rain.

Vegeta walked into the automatic door and walked into the family room, placing the injured young man on the largest couch. The room was large and full of comfortable looking furniture, with a light brown rug underneath the green couches and chairs.

Future Trunks looked up at his father, noticing a few differences between him and the Vegeta he remembered from the days fighting against Cell. Vegeta's hair seemed to have a hint of grey, the only signs of outward aging Trunks could see, while the Saiyan armor Vegeta now wore was different from the blue armor Trunks remembered, being black and sleeveless.

Vegeta looked over his son, other than what he could tell was a light concussion Trunks looked otherwise unharmed, if a little disorientated.

"So what do you mean time is changing?" Vegeta asked after afew minutes.

Trunks looked tense but he nevertheless answered.

"Before my ship went crazy and I ordered an emergency exit of timespace, my computer said that the nature of the timestream was changing. Between that and that object that passed me, it was more than my ship could handle and I was knocked off coarse, that was when you found me father." Future Trunks said, his voice still weak from his ordeal.

"Off coarse?" Vegeta asked

"Yes I meant to visit you and everyone else in this timeline again years ago, to you it has been decades since you saw me hasn't it?" Trunks asked, a bit of strength returning to his voice.

"The last time I saw you was back during that whole business with Bodack, so its been almost twenty-five years now." Vegeta said, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.

"For me it has only been three years. Because of that incident in timespace I've arrived much later than I was planning on. I'm so sorry father." Future Trunks said with genuine sadness in his voice.

"I'm seeing you now, that is what is important." Vegeta said with a smile.

Future Trunks could hardly believe how much Vegeta had changed, but then again the Vegeta he was seeing was twenty-five years older.

"How is the time machine?" Future Trunks asked, dreading the answer.

"It was completely totaled when I found you." Vegeta said

"Looks like I'll be here a wile, where is mother?" Future Trunks asked

Vegeta knew that question was coming, but he answered anyway.

"She is with my son going over blueprints for a new space ship design." Vegeta answered

"Your son? Oh I nearly forgot, the Trunks of this timeline. He must be in his twenties by now, older than me. Last time I saw him he was still a baby, how bizarre." Future Trunks said

"So you meant to visit long ago, but some sort of temporal..incident is why you arrived so late?" Vegeta said, returning the conversation to it's original topic.

"Yes, I will need to run a temporal analysis if I'm going to get home, and that is only if I get my ship repaired if that is possible." Future Trunks said

"I'm sure your mother can work something out." Vegeta said

In another part of the large home of the Briefs, Bulma and the other Trunks sat in front of a large computer monitor, the blueprints for what looked like a boomerang-shaped spaceship design on the monitor's screen.

"I'm telling you mother, an aerodynamic design is much more versatile and practical than the octopus-looking shape of your last spaceship design." Trunks said, wearing his orange scarf and light brown jacket and shorts.

"It was a good enough design to get you, Goku and Pan around the galaxy when you were hunting down those black star dragonballs!" Bulma said with a bit of annoyance in her voice. Bulma was wearing a red dress and earrings, her blue hair cut short.

Trunks shrugged.

"It was good and it did what it was supposed to, but we have to be thinking more economical if Capsule Corporation is going to compete with other companies for military contracts." Trunks said.

"My father would roll in his grave if he knew the company he started was building weapons of war." Bulma said.

Trunks rolled his eyes at his mother's stubbornness

"Look mother, our company is no longer number one. We revolutionized the world with our advances in capsule technology and robotics, but other companies are producing their own capsules and robots, we have to be flexible in order to survive." Trunks said

"Trunks, your smart for wanting to take advantage of the war. The king's death a year ago has caused many of the rogue nations to take up arms and revolt against the royal government. This conflict could last awhile. But smart does not mean ethical. Building weapons is not the same as fighting guys like Maijin Buu or Tlama." Bulma said with a strong tone.

"Mother remember how after you and sister were brought back, how a lot of the King's opponents called for his removal. Tlama was just the last in a long line of incidents, after so many a lot of people lost trust in the king, that was why he was killed. We need to build weapons for the countries still loyal to the world government. The world will fall back into chaos if the nationalists win the war, much like things were two hundred years ago." Trunks said

Suddenly the intense conversation was interrupted when the sound of an opening door was heard behind Trunks and Bulma.

"Bulma, we have a problem." Vegeta said, walking into the room.

"Vegeta can it wait?" Bulma asked with an annoyed tone.

"Someone is in a bad mood. Listen woman..it is important, now please come with me." Vegeta said.

"It better be Vegeta." Bulma said as she got up out her seat and followed Vegeta out of the room.

"I wonder what this is about?" Trunks wondered aloud, deciding to follow his parents.

What Bulma saw upon their arrival to the family room of the house nearly made her feint with surprise

"Trunks..how?" Bulma said, rushing towards her long lost other son.

"I was coming to see you for what to you was twenty-two years ago, but on my way here something went horribly wrong with the timestream, and I was knocked off-coarse, landing here, years off from my planned destination." Future Trunks said.

"Who are you? What do you think your doing here?" Trunks asked, anger filling him as he saw his counterpart from the other timeline.

"You could consider me your brother, but technically I'm you from another timeline. I'm not surprised you don't remember me Trunks, but we met before, when you were just a baby." Future Trunks said with a friendly smile.

"Oh I know who you are." Trunks said as his anger grew.

"Trunks why are you acting like this?" Vegeta asked

"You know why father. While he is here, I'm going to be elsewhere, got it?" Trunks said angrily before running out of the room.

"Did I do something wrong?" Future Trunks asked

"No, my son has always felt that he grew up in your shadow. He should be fine Trunks." Bulma said

"Mother if you could help me, I would appreciate it. I need to find out what happened to the timestream, without that information I can't return home, even if I did have a time machine." Future Trunks said.

"I repaired and rebuilt the time machine Cell came here in, I've also been adding a few things to it over the years. So you should have a clear way home, but what you say about the timestream does concern me. We should look into that immediately." Bulma said.

"I'll go with you two." Vegeta said

Somewhere above West City Trunks flew in the midst of the rain.

"The other Trunks, why did he have to return?" Trunks said aloud, thinking back.

Trunks remembered a couple years after Buu was defeated, he decided at the age of ten to stop training, giving up fighting to one day follow in his mother's footsteps. The mere idea of that did not suit well with his father.

Trunks remembered his father always saying "Why can't you be like the Trunks from the future.", or "You have that sword from Tapion, but you never use it, the other Trunks would show you a thing or two about swordsmenship."

When Trunks was fifteen, Vegeta started to make him fight again by withholding allowance unless he fought or trained. When Trunks was a young child he loved fighting, he wanted to be like his father, but at fifteen being forced to fight and train, Trunks hated it for a time.

Even during the Grand Tour, Trunks had to be forced to go on that trip, his distaste for fighting still present well into his twenties. Although Trunks readily fought against foes like Baby, Omega or Tlama, and his old love for fighting had returned, the shadow of the other Trunks still hovered over him.

Trunks was going to continue to fly onward for awile longer, but the sight of a copper-armored figure flying past him and landing on a grassy plain somewhere outside the city made him change his mind, and Trunks decided to follow the armored mystery man.

Back in the Briefs residence...

Future Trunks now sat on the couch, his strength had returned enough to allow him to walk and sit. Bulma had offered to remove the blue capsule corporation jacket, but Future Trunks had refused.

Future Trunks turned towards Vegeta.

"So father...what has happened since the last time I saw you and the others." Future Trunks gathered the courage to ask.

"Six years after you last left us, we battled a creature named Maijin Buu. Then shortly after that creature had been defeated, a giant demon named Hirudegarn appeared, my Trunks still has the sword the alien warrior Tapion left him after that battle was over. We fought alot of other opponents after that, but Omega Shenron's defeat cost us Kakorot." Vegeta said with a hint of sadness.

"Did Goku end up dying?" Future Trunks asked.

"No, he left with the eternal dragon of earth for an unknown destination. Even after two and a half years now, there still has been no sign of Kakorot." Vegeta said.

"Even though the Earth has been threatened he still has not returned?" Future Trunks asked.

"Maybe he wants others to take up the mantle of protecting this planet, we did manage without him during the last great incident, Gohan managed to surprise even me." Vegeta said

"Trunks I have something ready that will allow us to see into the timestream." Bulma yelled from a nearby room.

Even after all these years living with Bulma, Vegeta still found it amazing how many rooms of the house were dedicated to Bulma's research.

Future Trunks walked into the small dimly lit room, seeing a monitor with what looked like a silver river on the screen.

"Mother what is that?" Future Trunks said with a growing feeling of fear as he approached the screen for a closer inspection.

"It's the timestream." Bulma said

"This is..this is all wrong. Time is supposed to be like an ocean with many destinations, that is why time travel occurs between different alternate universes." Future Trunks said

"So if what your saying is true, that must mean time is now a sequence of logical events leading from the past to the future." Vegeta said

"That would mean your timeline no longer exists, except for you." Bulma said

"This..this can't be!" Future Trunks said in shock.

Meanwhile, outside of West City..

Trunks adjusted his orange scarf as he looked around for the copper armored figure he spotted from the air. Trunks took afew steps forward towards a grassy hill, when a voice spoke behind him, causing the half-saiyan to turn and see the very being he was looking for.

"Trunks Briefs I presume. My designation is Kilo, I am pleased to meet you." The figure said in a youthful, but hollow-sounding voice. The figure was his height, with copper armor from head to toe. Kilo's head resembled that of a medieval knight, but it was also sleek and futuristic in appearance.

"Who are you?" Trunks asked

"My designation is Kilo." Kilo repeated himself.

"I meant, where are you from, what are you." Trunks said with a hint of annoyance.

"That is classified. You will come with me Trunks. My mission was to apprehend you." Kilo said, his one mechanical red eye seemingly staring into Trunk's soul.

"He's not going anywhere with you." A deep and familiar voice said.

"Piccolo?" Trunks asked

"Who else would it be?" Piccolo said with a smile as his white cape swayed in the wind.

Kilo stared at Piccolo before speaking.

"Designation, Piccolo. Species, Namek. Threat Level Two. Piccolo will you impede my mission?" Kilo asked

"Here is my answer. Special..Beam..Cannon!" Piccolo yelled as he fired his orange spiral beam attack in Kilo's direction.

Trunks managed to get away from the ensuing explosion. However the smoke soon cleared to show an undamaged Kilo, his copper armor bearing not a scratch.

"I was not programmed to combat you in this instance Namek, but I am programmed to adjust as circumstances dictate." Kilo said with a warning tone.

"I think you'll find that I'm not someone you can reduce to statistics." Piccolo said with a smile.

Piccolo stood facing his mysterious opponent, the copper-clad robot known only as Kilo. Piccolo had fought mechanical opponents before, but they were androids, and partly organic. This enemy was completely a machine.

Years ago machine opponents proved a problem because one could not sense any sort of power level or presence from one. However over the years Piccolo had developed a technique which allowed him to sense non-organic foes, which was how he detected this Kilo in the first place.

"Whatever it is you want robot, I suggest you forget about it, unless you would like to deal with me." Piccolo said, getting into a fighting stance as he prepared to power up.

Piccolo knew that if the strength he detected from this machine was accurate, Kilo would be no match for Piccolo after he ascended to his maximum power. Hopefully Kilo was not hiding the bulk of his power.

"It is not logical to fight an opponent when your knowledge of said opponent is lacking. I suggest you refrain from violence." Kilo said, turning his head again towards Trunks.

"It isn't wise to take your eyes off your opponent!" Piccolo said, yelling as he began powering up to maximum.

"So you insist on violence. Very well." Kilo faced Piccolo, not moving an inch, but simply watching Piccolo as his strength grew.

In moments Piccolo completed his power up, and his body had an aura of blue electricity to show for it.

It had taken Piccolo years to regain his Super Namek powers, and almost three years in Hell to refine them further. Piccolo's strength at this level now rivaled Goku's Super Saiyan Three transformation when Goku first used it against Maijin Buu years ago. It was a feat that greatly impressed Piccolo, so he made it his goal to equal or even surpass that power. Earthly training had not been enough, but the ordeals Piccolo undertook in Hell had been.

"Why is it that the artificial lifeforms always underestimate me? I hope your prepared for the scrap heap." Piccolo said, then rushed forward.

Kilo simply blocked each of Piccolo's incredibly powerful punches or kicks. When that strategy did not seem to be working, Piccolo leapt backwards a short distance and pointed his right outstretched hand towards Kilo and yelled: "Masenko!"

An enormious blast of energy leapt from Piccolo's hand and went straight for his machine opponent.

Kilo fired his own blast in retaliation, a sphere of blue electricity. When the two attacks collided to Piccolo's horror his own attack was absorbed into Kilo's electricity sphere, causing it's size to double.

Piccolo quickly flew out of the way of the deadly attack, which then sailed off harmlessly into the sky.

After that, Kilo did something unexpected, and flew off into the distance. Either the machine wasn't equip or ready to deal with an aggressive opponent, or Kilo was a coward. Piccolo thought.

"Guess his mission did not include dealing with someone like me. Trunks you should get back home, if and when that thing returns, you will be safer with your family." Piccolo said as he allowed his power to go down to his normal level.

"I'm not the child you taught how to fuse anymore Piccolo, I'll be fine. Besides, my family already has a Trunks, why would they want the inferior version around?" Trunks said with evident emotional pain in his voice before flying off.

"Trunks wait!" Piccolo yelled, but it was too late, Trunks was long gone.

"So the other Trunks has returned. That might explain the presence I felt earlier." Piccolo said softly to himself.

Elsewhere in West City...

A group of businessmen sat around the conference table in the dimly lit room. All the black suited men's eyes were glued to a large spherical monitor at the front end of the rectangular room, one of the chamber's only sources of light. At the head of the table and next to the monitor was a thin man in his late twenties. The man had short white hair cut in a stylish position, as well as a white business suit in stark contrast to the other men in the room. The man was Gen Kato the second, president of Gentech after the forced removal of his younger brother, Bui Kato, after what was an embarrassing event for the company.

On the monitor images of war could be seen. The Royal Military with their tan-hued vehicles was in heavy combat with rogue national forces, which were black in color and larger in size as well as more fierce some in appearance.

"As you can see gentlemen, the weapons we designed for the Vanguard of Independent Nations are far superior to the rusting pieces of junk the Royal Military is still using. If all goes as planed, our side should emerge victorious in this war within the month." Gen said with a arrogant and satisfied tone.

"We should be set to be on top of the market for a very long time. It was a good move removing your brother, we not only recovered because of you Gen, but we are now higher in share value than Capsule Corporation, and they have been number one for decades." A short bald middle aged man said.

"When this war is over we will all be very rich men." A tall elderly gentleman said.

"You lack the ambition to see the full size of my plan gentlemen. It is in our best interests that this war go on for as long as possible. I imagine soon Capsule Corporation will dispense with it's long held idealism and begin designing weapons for the Royal Army. The war will escalate, eventually the so-called Z-fighters may attempt to disrupt our plans. That is why I have the perfect solution." Gen said with a smirk as he made a gesture towards the monitor.

The entire group of board of directors uttered a gasp of surprise at the image on the screen.

"I thought the Neo-Saiyan project was shut-down after that incident with your brother!". A mustached middle aged man with strong build and black hair said in anger, nearly standing as he yelled.

"Relax Johnson. My brother's implementation was an utter disaster, I am not denying it, but I have perfected the technique. In fact already five specially engineered Neo-Saiyans have been created and programmed to obey any orders I give them, on pain of death." Gen said

"And what if they go crazy and end up destroying our company?" The man called Johnson said, still objecting.

"I've already taken precautions for that. All five of the men who underwent the Neo-Saiyan process were all highly trained individuals who know how to follow orders. Just in case that isn't enough I've installed circuitry within their body which will cause them extreme pain if they disobey or fail to follow my orders." Gen said, trying to reassure the others in the room.

"And what will these Neo-Saiyan commandos you have created be doing that will help Gentech?" Johnson said, still not convinced.

"We will present them to the Vanguard of Independent Nations as Super-Soldiers if and when the Z-Fighters decide to make an appearance, I've also taken precautions to make certain the Z-Fighters show their true colors as the true enemy of the planet. Since the Z-fighters will likely ally with the Royal Military in this conflict, it will paint the ailing world government as a tyrannical force in the eyes of the public. The world will become less civilized as the world government completely collapses, and in the ensuing world full of conflict, we will be richer than you can imagine." Gen said

"It seems you have this all figured out." Johnson said with a barely disguised tone of cynicism.

"Trust me gentlemen, this path I am taking this company on is the path of greatness." Gen said with a slick smile.

Sometime later after the meeting was over in a back hall in the large corporate building Johnson stood with a troubled expression on his face, with a black cell phone in hand.

With trembling fingers Johnson managed to dial a number, almost immediately a voice was heard responding to the call.

"Hello Bui, you were right about your brother." Johnson said with a troubled tone.

"What is he doing?" Bui asked

"He is ruthless, far more than need be for an executive, and insane. He wants to force the war to go on for as long as possible, and then profit over the global chaos afterwards if the world government collapses." Johnson said franticly.

"I expected as much. Listen Johnson you need to get out of that building and to my location as soon as possible. You aren't safe there, they likely are monitoring transmissions sent from within the building." Bui said with concern in his voice.

"I will sir, thankyou." Johnson said and hung up the phone.

Johnson was about to turn and begin to make his way out of the building when he saw Gen along with a duo of copper-hued robots walking towards him. Gen had a smile on his face, Johnson knew it was not a friendly one.

"Johnson..Johnson..Johnson. I thought we were all team players here? Why Johnson, why have you betrayed me? I don't like traitors." Gen said with a condescending tone.

"Sir what are you talking about?" Johnson said, trying to play dumb.

"You know what happens to traitors correct Kilo-1703?" Gen said to the robot on his right.

"Traitors are terminated." The copper colored knight-like robot said.

"Your insane!" Johnson yelled.

"Actually no I'm not, I passed all of my mental health evaluations this month." Gen said with a smirk as he removed a strand of his hair out from in front of his eyes.

"You won't get away with this! I've already told your brother." Johnson said with a defiant tone.

"Kilo, I tire of his traitorous babbling, kill him now please." Gen said with a dismissive tone.

"As you command."

The Kilo on Gen's right quickly held out his right armored hand and fired a blue laser beam at Johnson just as the man attempted to run. After a brief scream all that was left of the former executive board member was a pile of ash.

As Gen turned to leave he said: "Its so hard to find good help these days."

Somewhere else, Bui stood on top of a white-colored skyscraper. He suddenly had a very bad feeling. Somehow instinctively, Bui knew Johnson did not make it out alive. The man had been like a father to him, the pain Bui felt was great, but he didn't waste any time grieving and immediately took off into the sky. His friends must know what was going on. They had to be alerted just how dangerous a person his brother was.

Just as Bui took flight, back in Gentech's hidden headquarters Gen Kaito was in a well lit room alone with the two Kilo robots, as well as two others...

The other figures resembled the Kilos, but their coloration was completely different. The robot standing nearest Gen was a gleaming silver in coloration, while the slightly larger robot behind the silver one was a vibrant gold. Both these machines shared the resemblance the Kilo's had to medival knights.

"I've stepped things up as you asked Giga." Gen said to the Gold robot.

"Excellent. Soon we will have Trunks Briefs in our possession, after which the ordering of all of time will be complete." Giga said in a deep commanding voice with an english accent.

"It seems our alliance was a wise move, you two accomplish your realignment of the timestream, while I get revenge for my great uncle, while getting rich and powerful in the process of coarse." Gen said with a satisfied tone.

"Yes history will remember you well." The Silver hued machine said, in a higher male voice which shared his gold counterpart's accent.

"I should hope so Mega. I'm starting a new era of conflict on earth, its far nicer than a world of peace don't you agree." Gen said

"Indeed. Conflict brings out improvement in all forms of life, no matter they biological or technological. Without conflict there is stagnation." Mega said