* Night mare*

"No!" I yelled.

Android 17 had my four year old daughter, Pan, in a choke-hold.

"Put her down…I mean it 17!" I warned.

17 looked at me with his ice cold blue eyes; they had death written all over them. I tried fighting him, but he just threw me aside. 18, his now good sister, also tried helping, but alas, it was in vain. Pan's body went limp. I felt rage building up in my body. I tried keeping it under control, but it slipped away from me. I went into my super saiyin 2 form very quickly. Android 17 and I started throwing punches everywhere, we were in sync. We kept catching and dodging each other. I then saw Cell, a more human like android, head straight for my wife, Videl.

I then realized that my father, Goku, was not here. He surely would've felt my ki by now. Cell finished Videl off quickly while I was fighting 17. I looked around… and there they were. Mangled, burnt, lifeless bodies lay all around me. I took a closer look and realized… it was my family! My Mother (Chi-Chi), Father (Goku), Goten…I started saying their names in my head… Trunks, Vegeta, Bulma, Chiatzou, Tien, Yamcha, Piccolo, Pan, and Videl! My whole family! I couldn't believe it, my rage turned to sadness. I let a tear run down my cheek for the first time in a long time.

* End Night Mare*

"Gohan! Gohan, honey you're dreaming. Don't believe it, come on Gohan wake up!" Videl was calling frantically as she shook me.

"Daddy?! Please wake up!" Pan said, very afraid. I bolted up in a flash. I was sweaty and upset. I let out a quick sigh and looked up; the two favorite girls of my life were looking at me with their love.

"I'm alright, sweetie," I reassured my baby girl as I pulled her close to me.

"Really?" Videl asked worriedly.

I just mouthed the words 'Tell you later' to her. She accepted and lay back down. I picked up Pan and put her between us. It took a bit for me to get the frightened girl to go to sleep; I did it eventually. I lay next to them and closed my eyes, but once I did, I saw that same gruesome image. I couldn't take it; I got up, snuck out of bed, and went downstairs. I then looked at the clock… I HAVE WORK IN 3 FREAKING HOURS! I thought to myself. Another sleepless night I guess.

I work as a history teacher at Satan University, which was named after none other than Hercule Satan (my father in-law). Having to be there at 7:00 AM leaves me almost no time to see my daughter leave for pre-school, so I decided to leave a note stating "Hey girls, be careful, Love you. P.S. Videl I would like to talk to you-Gohan" I left around 6:45 AM and parked my car next to Ms. Frobischer, who I swear has a crush on me. I walked to the library and heard one of my students call my name.

"Hey, ?" He asked.

"Yes Michael?" I replied as I turned to face him.

"I know it doesn't have to do with history but… are the Dragon Balls real?" Michael looked at me with expectant eyes. I decided to humor him and tell him a little more than he needs to know.

"Of course!" I cheerily replied.

"Really?" I could see confusion and curiosity written all over his face.

"Follow me," I motioned to him with a nod of my head. We walked to the classroom, there I went to m bag and pulled out my wallet. I took the picture of me and my father when I was four with my favorite hat on my head. I showed the young man, his eyes widened when he saw what was on my hat.

"Whoa is this you?" He asked me.

"Yes. I was four, and there is my family heirloom, the Four Star Dragon Ball. There is my father, who loves to fight. He is still very kind though. I hated fighting when I was that age. But I got used to it. I quit when I had Pan, I didn't want her to go through the same things I did," I explained as he looked at me with interest. I just returned a small but sad smile to him.

"Maybe we should learn about your history" he sneered.

"Oh really?" I returned cockily.

"Ha Ha, see you later," He laughed, waved, and walked out of the classroom. I still didn't know what that nightmare was about; the most recent battle I was in was with…Raphael. I just kept going through the day though, I could care less, wouldn't be the first time.