So this is my first fanfic! I'm a bit excited, and I hope someone will read it – if you do, please leave a review and tell me how I did! Questions and ideas are also welcome, because that just shows me someone have read my story *wink*. (And I'm sorry if my grammar/use of words is bad, English is not my first language.) Enjoy!

Disclaimer: As we all know, I do not own DBZ or any of the characters.

Bulma looked at her watch. 01:24 am. She sighed and put a few loose strands of hair behind her left ear. 'Just a day or two more,' she thought to herself and looked at her timemashine. Everything else for her journey were ready, the timestopper and a couple of transportation devices were capsulated. She grabbed the coffee cup from her table and walked to the kitchen.

After filling the cup with her bittersweet beloved coffee she took out capsule number 414 from her capsuleholder and popped it. Inside was an album with pictures from around the time she met Goku and up till today.

She opened it at the page she had looked at so many times. In the upper left corner was a picture of her parents, herself and Gohan from a day he had visited them while Chichi and Goku were in the cinema. Bulma chuckled to herself. She couldn't remember which film her friends had seen, but Chichi was completely red when they came to pick up Gohan. Goku had apparently eaten popcorn in his normal Saiyan manner and then he had started snoring halfway through the movie.

Her stomach growled and she got out of the chair. Just two weeks ago she would have said: "Hungry now are we?" while rubbing her belly in which a life was growing. She stopped as soon as she had left the chair and looked down at the album once again. Below the picture with Gohan was a picture of herself and Vegeta. Her father had taken it while she had managed to get Vegeta to stand beside her just before they all sat down for dinner. She caught the first tear with her thump and decided to open the fridge and ignore the hard ball in her chest where her heart once was.

Mrs. Brief opened the door to her daughter's lab and looked inside. To her surprise Bulma was nowhere to be found. She picked up the tray with the breakfast plate and coffee and headed towards Bulma's room.

She was about to knock when she heard the loud sobs from inside. As a mother always would, she opened the door and put the tray just inside the door. She sat at the bed beside her daughter and started to brush her hair gently with her hand while the other was resting at Bulma's shaking shoulder.

"Why, mom?" Bulma cried and turned towards her mother. "Why did he have to die?" Mrs. Briefs said nothing but hugged her daughter tightly. "If just," Bulma said between sobs, "if just I had done something different while building the ship, then maybe…" "No!" Mrs. Brief cut her daughter off. "You and your father did everything possible to make that ship perfect! I might not be as smart as you and your father, but I know for sure, that if that ship couldn't dodge the comet then no other ships could. Don't blame yourself dear."

Mrs. Brief knew that Vegeta's death wasn't the only hardship her daughter had just gone through, and she couldn't bear the thought herself.

"But mom, if Vegeta had survived, then they wouldn't have killed our baby. Our baby!" Bulma bent over and now her crying was no longer hearable. Her silent sobs broke Mrs. Brief's heart more than it was already broken by Vegeta's death and the forced abortion of her grandchild.

"I know, sweetie," she said while brushing her daughter's hair once again, "I know."

Bulma looked at all her friends as they were sitting in her mother's garden, eating the fantastic meal Mrs. Brief had made as usual. The only missing were Goku and Chichi. Goku was struggling with the heart disease, just as the mysterious boy had told them. Chichi was taking care of him at their home, but she had insisted on Gohan going to Capsule Corp instead of sitting at home with her. Piccolo was also at the get-together, but only because Gohan had wished so.

'Friends,' she thought and unknowingly laid a hand on her stomach, 'wouldn't friends have let me resurrect Vegeta?'

Mrs. Brief saw her daughter standing all by herself in the shadow of an apple tree. She all too well saw the hand on Bulma's stomach and once again felt her heart ache. She plastered on her usual smile and happy-go-lucky attitude while serving their guests. But she thought just like Bulma, that the consensus between the Z-fighters, except the sick Goku, about not using the dragonballs to wish Vegeta back, because they wanted to make sure they were ready to use once the android showed up, was wrong. He would have been their ally, Mrs. Brief just knew, but the group wasn't sure of it.

All was set. She was ready to go. Bulma looked at her watch. 4:01 am. 'Okay, it took me three days, but I made it!' After a quick last checkup she put the note on the table for her parents to find. She had it made just in case her travel back in time just made two alternate timelines and not just put her back to her desired time.

She wrote the last command and waited for the machine to start. 'Mom, dad, I'm sorry if it doesn't work. But I just have to try.' She took one last glance at her surroundings. 'I just love Vegeta to much not to try.'

So, what do you think? Please review!