Just so you know, I have made up some facts. For example, I'm really bad with ages. If you find anything that's wrong, please let me know. Thanx!

Prologue

" 'It's too heavy,' Goku grunted as the weight of the spirit bomb laid heavily. 'Vegeta you have to get them to listen to you!' Vegeta lo-."

"Excuse me! Miss. Bailey, your mother is on the phone." A nurse said from the doorway.

"I'll be right out," Bailey said smiling as she bookmarked her page and made to get up. Immediately all the children that had been listening all started to protest, to the 12 year old. They wanted to know what would happen to the Earth. Would Goku and Vegeta win? Or would the Evil Kid Buu destroy life as we know it. They were just at the end of the book.

Bailey smiled at them. They might all be in the hospital for various reasons, but they were still kids. For her community hours which her mother had wanted her to do, Bailey had started to come to the hospital to read and talk with the patients. It had been her Grandpa Reid's idea, but her parents had been against it. Saying it was unlady-like. They had thought that she should have done something classy. Eventually her grandpa had worn them down.

She had long ago finished, but she still came. The book she was reading to the children was actually her brother's book. Supposedly it was a TV show, but Bailey wasn't really into that type of thing, though she had watched a few episodes.

It was called Dragon Ball Z. It was a wonderful series. So far she had read the entire Dragon Ball series and they were a few chapters away from the end of the Z series. And according to her brother they still had an entire GT series to get through.

"Now. I can't tell you what happens 'cause I don't know myself. Don't worry I'll be back tomorrow and we'll finish it then," she reassured them. With that she got up and walked from the room.

The nurse who had come to get her was named Molly McEwen. She was larger, with flaming red hair, and had the 'red-head temper' that went with it. She was, to Bailey, a surrogated mother. Which was useful considering that Bailey and her mother didn't get along that well. Molly had been a family friend while growing up, because Bailey's grandfather had been her mother's best friend…or something like that.

"Miss. Bailey, you know better then to leave Miss. Rachel (Bailey's mother) on the phone like that. Pick it up, she sounded pretty upset. Wha' you two been up to? Not arguing I hope."

Bailey reassured her that she and her mother had not been fighting as she picked up the phone. As she heard what her mother said the world seemed to give way beneath her.

The phone smashed as it hit the floor.

Bailey stood at the funeral home. Not a single tear dampened her eyes. She merely stood there looking down at the tiles on the floor. The people around her, seemed to be disattatched. She felt like she was all along in a sea of people.

Her grandfather was gone. The one person in her life that truly understood her, was gone. It didn't seem possible. Just yesterday he had been talking, telling stories. Why? Why did he have to be gone? What was she supposed to do now?

Her mother came over. She looked at her closely and whispered sharply, "Why are you not crying?" Bailey snapped her back straight and looked at the wall in front of her. "It looks like you are not even morning! What will the neighbours say?" Bailey looked at her mother, sickened about what she had just said. Tears sprang into her eyes. "Good." Was all her mother had to say before turning away.

Bailey lost it. She didn't care that she was going to get grounded, or that she was making a scene, or that the neighbours would talk. She started to yell, "Why are you so damn cold? I'm morning his lost and don't you fucking try to say I'm not. You don't even care. All your worried about is what the neighbours will think. Well fuck them! You never cared about Grandpa, or me. We didn't fit in so we were pushed to the sides and I didn't give a shit because I was with Grandpa. And he was the only one to really understood me! With out him I feel like something in me has died! But you can't see that! If you even paid the smallest amount of attention to me, you would know that I'm hurt but you don't! So you can just go to hell!" With that Bailey grabbed a glass plate with cheese on it and threw it against the wall. The sound of breaking glass seemed to almost echoe. Tears ran down her face and her mother's face was ghostly white. The entire crowd of people were silent.

"Don't use that language young lady!" was the only thing her mother said before turning her back on her. Bailey couldn't take it. She turned on her heel and ran. Ran as fast as she could away. I hate her! I hate her! I hate her! I hate her!

In another world, Goku Jr. and Vegeta Jr. were training. Goku suddenly stopped, holding up a hand to indicate to wait for him. "What is it?" Vegeta asked impatiently. He hated anything interrupting a good spar.

"I just got a whole lot of emotions that suddenly popped into my head." Goku said, raising a hand to his head, as if he would be able to feel them. Vegeta looked at him as if he were nuts. "And a voice…there was a voice in my head."

"Are you sure your ok Goku?" Vegeta asked, concerned for his friends sanity.

Goku didn't seem to have heard him. Inside his head the words were starting to fade. But they were still clear. I hate her! I hate her! I hate her!

I know, not a lot of DB, but this IS really important to the story line. And don't worry, it is a DBZ fanfic...soon

Next Time: Bailey enters Goku Jr.'s Timeline!