I don't own DBZ or GT characters :(

So boring stuff first:
Changes: DBZ to GT: Baby Saga happened (at start of story, for ages) time between Buus defeat and Baby's arrival is less than the 20 years of the anime, i manipulated ages and events to work for the story.
Gohan: 28
Goten: 17
Trunks: 17
Bra: 14
Pan: 10
Videl: 28
Goku: 48 (can go SS4. Was never turned into a kid)
Vegeta: 53 (vegeta gained the ability to go SS3 and SS4)

And here we go, read and review please :)

Premonition

4:43 am

"No! No! NOOO! Get away from her! Leave her alone!!" Trunks yelled, his voice cracking under the sheer volume of his screams. His cries of protest were directed at the scene unfolding in the middle of the dark room he was in; the only part of the room that was discernable from the seemingly all encompassing blackness around him. At the center of the room was a girl, a beautiful girl, her head hanging low and her hair covering most of her face. All around her shadowy faceless figure were breeching the light at the center of the room that had previously kept them at bay. They moved with malice motions, drawing weapons, towards the girl who seemed unable to do anything. "I won't let you hurt her!" Trunks attempted to move forward to protect her, but his feet, nay his entire body refused to listen to his desire to help. They were nearly at her now. Trunks flared his Ki turning Super Saiyan, ready to intervene on behalf of the unknown girl. He managed to take a solitary step forward before he was toppled to the ground, his life source seemingly sucked from him by the darkness. His super saiyan form faded as he looked up to see the figures attack the girl. A slashing of weaponry, a gargled scream… and a flash of red later and the girl had fallen to the ground as the light in the center of the room began to fade into nothingness. He didn't actually see it, but he didn't need to. They killed her. It was difficult to see in the dark, but the shadows, seemingly satisfied with their slaughter of the girl turned their attention to Trunks. The light having now faded, the shadows moved more freely, quickly reaching Trunks. They raised their arms, weapons in hand, ready to strike. Trunks saw their faces; there was something horribly familiar about them. He raised his arms to defend, already knowing it was a useless gesture. The shadows wrenched their arms forward, hordes of weaponry raining down upon Trunks to end his short life..... Trunks sat up in his bed, drenched in a cold sweat, and breathing shallowly.

"It was… it was just a dream." He sighed in relief, falling back onto his bed as his breathing normalized. "Oh man.. that was the worst one yet." He said aloud. Sleeping had proven to be a luxury lately; this was just another recurrence of similar dreams that had haunted his sleeping moments more and more frequently. It had never been this vivid, nor felt this real to Trunks. Trunks looked to the small table at the side of his bed, his clock's red digits, reading 4:44 am, shone brightly in the darkroom. He took a deep breath, uncertain if he would be able to get to sleep again.

"Who is that girl? Why do I keep having such horrific dreams about her…" Trunks questioned as he lied on his bed contemplatively. His mind wandered back to another dream he had only a few nights earlier. In this one, Trunks had come into a room, the same room that tonight's dream occurred in. It was always that room. In that dream when he entered the room, he'd seen his best friend Goten, his little sister Bra, and a mirror of himself lying in a pool of their own blood, unmoving and pale as death. Once again the only source of light in the room had come from the girl, always that girl. As he'd opened his mouth to speak, to ask, and try to make sense of what he was seeing, of who she was and what she'd done, nothing had come out; his mouth was too dry to form words As he'd taken steps toward her, a dark area opened up in the floor below him, and swallowed him. He'd felt the sensation of falling and impending doom before waking up, in the same cold sweat as tonight. Trunks shook his head. He didn't want to think about this anymore, every time he did he became more sure he was losing it. He forced his eyes shut, willing himself to sleep. After an hour of tossing and turning, he finally did manage to fall asleep again.

7:57 am

The familiar and highly agitating buzz of Trunks' alarm clock flooded through the half-saiyans room, demanding he wake up. A loud groan came from underneath the covers of the bed.

"ugh.." Trunks grunted, bringing his hand down to turn his alarm clock off. He hit it a little too hard, causing it to be smashed into pieces.

"..Not again…" he sighed angrily. That was the 7th clock this month. With the alarm clock out of commission and his body still tired, trunks sprawled back out over his bed, attempting to fall asleep again. Just as he felt the drift into sleep, there was a brief knock on the door. The knocker burst into the room a second later; clearly the knocking had merely been a formality. This person was going to enter the room regardless. It was Goten.

"Trunks! Trunks! Trunks!" Goten yelled as he barreled around Trunks' room, his usual excitable self.

"Gotennnnnn" Trunks groaned, highly agitated. "what are you doing?"

"Come on Trunks! It's time to get up! You're going to be late again." The energetic Goten said, pulling back the blinds and casting the room full of light.

"AH!" Trunks yelled, shutting his eyes as tight as they would. The sudden influx of light agitated his sensitive saiyan eyes. He pulled the covers over top of himself, partially shielding himself from the light. "You go ahead Goten, I think I'm going to stay right here." Trunks,' voice, muffled by the covers said.

"Okay fine, I guess we're going to have to this the hard way." Goten grinned. He put his hands between the mattress and box spring of trunks' bed and popped the mattress up tilting it nearly vertical and causing Trunks to, despite his groggy efforts, spill over to the other side, a tangled mess of blankets and body thudding against the ground.

Trunks stood up, angrily tearing his blankets off himself. "Damnit Goten!"

"Whoaa Trunks… what's up?" Goten asked.

"It's.. "

"Yeah?"

"No it's nothing."

"You sure?"

"Yeah definitely" Trunks said reassuringly. Goten looked at him suspiciously, but let it go. Trunks let out a yawn and stretched, "Why can't I get these images of her out of my head... who is she.." He thought as Goten began to walk away. Trunks quickly got dressed in a pair of grey pants, a black tanktop and his favourite blue Capsule Corp jacket before heading towards the kitchen. He looked nearly identical to his doppelganger that had appeared all those years ago.

The kitchen was its traditional self; Gohan and Goku were having a civilized discussion in one corner, while Vegeta and Bulma were shouting and arguing about Kami knows what in another. Trunks brushed it off, taking a seat at the table beside Goten. He picked up a box of cereal that had been placed on the table by Goten, pouring it into one of the mammoth sized bowls that the Saiyans had grown accustomed to eating out of. After dousing it with a healthy amount of milk, Trunks to wolf it down at remarkable speed, even by Saiyan standards

"Wow Trunks! You're disgusting" Goten said laughing a little and shaking his head.

"Oh Trunks, you're up" Bulma said breaking from her argument, and finally taking notice of Trunks. She placed a bag, obviously containing Trunk's lunch on the table beside him. "Now Trunks, can you try not to get into trouble again today?".

Goku paused momentarily in his talking to Gohan and looked over to the two boys "You too Goten."

"Oh please, they're just kids, let them have their fun". Vegeta added.

"Thanks for your support" Trunks replied unenthused, fiddling with the spoon in his now empty bowl.

Goten grabbed a cereal box, and pulled the bag out of the box. Then he poured the milk right into the bag. He mixed it up a little by shaking it, tipped the bag, and ate the entire thing in two gulps, spilling some on himself. Then he crumpled the bag up, threw it in the garbage, than wiped his face with his arm. Trunks started laughing. "And you said I was sick." Goten stuck his tongue out at Trunks, before he stood up and walked back to one of the guest rooms, which might as well have been his room given how often he slept in it.

"Trunks, can you go knock on your sister's door again? She needs to get up"

"Yeah mom, sure." Trunks replied standing up from the kitchen table.

"Remember Trunks, I want you and Goten to be in the gravity room by 3:20." Vegeta told Trunks.

"I remember dad."

8:22 am

Goten was eying the sizable bowl of fruit that was on the kitchen counter, contemplating which piece to add to his already ample lunch.

"Ah hell, I'll just take them all." He definitively thought, moving his back-pack up on to the counter. He picked up the bowl and was about to dump its contents into the opening of his backpack when a voice interrupted him.

"Mornin' Goten."

That voice.. it always flustered him and made him ancy, and he spilt several of the fruit on the counter as he attempted to put the bowl down. He took a quick breath before turning to face the voice.

"Morning B-Chan." She had a smile on directed at him.

"What are you doing Goten?" She said in a laugh observing the spilt fruit behind him on the counter.

"What? Oh… nothing." Goten reached for a piece of fruit near his right hand out of sheer uncertainty of what else to do as Bra began walking across the kitchen. "Apple?"

"Ugh…. Why do I say these stupid things to her all the time." He mentally cursed himself.

Bra paused for a moment as she considered his offer. "Sure actually."

Goten tossed the apple to Bra who caught it easily. She quickly made her way to the other exit of the kitchen opposite where she'd come from, before turning back to face Goten again.

"See you at school Goten." She said taking a bite of her apple before she winked at him then hurried off away from the kitchen.

8:33 am

Trunks was lying on his bed with his hands behind his head, staring at his ceiling.

'Something's weird... something's different...' he thought. There had to be something to his dreams. They always involved the same girl, he'd never seen her face but he knew it was always her... they always involved him being helpless, being able to do nothing about the horrible things he saw happening before his eyes...

"Trunks come on, it's time to go!!" He heard his mom's voice ring out from the kitchen.

"Coming!" He yelled as he sat up. He put it out of his mind for now.