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The only character I own is Kio, (who appears in the end ^_^) so PLEASE don't use her without permission.

    I guess this is kinda A/U. GT never happened, and Dragonballs and Senzu DO NOT EXIST!!! The dragonballs make it far to easy to make everything right again. So I repeat:

           ****THE DRAGONBALLS DO NOT EXIST IN THIS STORY****

         ***NEITHER DO SENZU BEANS!!!***

If you have a problem with that, I guess you can leave!! ^_~ But I would much rather you stayed to r&r!!

 I would like to dedicate this story to my best friend Allyson, who has ALWAYS been there for me, I can only hope I've done as well for her!

 Constructive criticism is always welcome! This is still kind of a rough draft, so I will be periodically revising it.

Jaa, ENJOY!!

                                                          To Change the Future

        Vegeta lay alone. As he glanced to the empty side of the bed, he could feel tears forming in his eyes, and he didn't care if they fell, he was alone. Alone. The word hurt more than it should have, but 'alone' had taken on a whole new meaning for him. He wasn't totally alone, he amended; Bra was still with him. She was sleeping on a small pallet on the floor. After the 3 year old had had a nightmare about her father leaving too, she had insisted on sleeping in his room.

        Bulma and Trunks' death had affected him more deeply than he would ever let on to anyone besides his daughter.  He had heard that the breaking of the bond between mates was painful, but he never imagined it would be this horrible, all-consuming. It was only a month ago that they had died, but he knew the memories would never fade. His mate and son, in the front seat of the aircar, bodies crushed almost beyond recognition by the oncoming tractor-trailer that had slammed into them at an unbelievable speed. Bra, in her carseat in the back, crying loudly, but without a scratch.

         He had carried Bra home in a daze, he had felt numb and disconnected, had prayed it was all some terrible nightmare, and he would wake up with Bulma in his arms, sleeping peacefully. But he didn't wake up. He attended the funeral, had received looks of disdain from the Z senshi, except the Son family. They alone had spent enough time in the Briefs household to know how deeply they loved each other, though they rarely showed it. Vegeta knew the others thought he didn't care, just because he didn't burst into a puddle of tears, nor did he talk about how kind and beautiful his mate had been, or how strong and determined his son was. There were some things words could not do justice to.  Chi-Chi tried to comfort him, but he simply turned his back and flew off, clutching Bra tightly to his chest. The small child cried into his shirt, as he fought the urge to weep with her.

         Bra stirred, a small sob escaping her mouth. Vegeta knelt by the girl, and stroked hair from her forehead. Blue hair, exactly like her mother's. He sighed, knowing that he would not feel Bulma's soft hair again.  Bra opened her eyes and looked at her father. "Papa," she said pitifully, stretching her arms toward him. He obliged by picking her up and holding her close. Vegeta sat on the edge of the bed, and gently rocked his little girl back to sleep. He breathed deeply, and winced when he detected Bulma's sweet scent. It had become increasingly difficult to walk around the house when all he could smell was Bulma and Trunks.

        Laying Bra gently on the bed, Vegeta walked down the hall to Bra's room. He pulled out a few articles of clothing, no dresses, and carried them back to his room.  He lay the clothing on top of his and Bulma's dresser, then pulled out some of his own clothing. After putting their few belongings in a bag with a picture of his lost family members, Vegeta picked up Bra in one hand and the bag in his other, and took off out the window.

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         Bulma sighed, exasperated with her son.

         "Come on Okaasan, there's nothing here for us, why not?" Trunks wailed.

          "Because we can't just burst in and say, 'Hey, seeing as we have no friends left in our timeline, mind if we move here?' It's not our world! Things could get crazy having two Trunks' and Bulma's running around their time!" His mother answered.

         "Kaasan, not to change the subject, but…"

         Bulma exhaled loudly, "Go ahead."

          "The time machine has really been bugging me lately."

          "What, is it stalking you?" Bulma joked.

          "Kaasan! You're making it very difficult to talk to you! Anyway, I can't help thinking that there's a way to go back in time without jumping to another timeline. I think that we should try to modify it, to go back in our time."

        "Son, we've been working on that piece of junk non-stop since you got back. What's done is done." This conversation was going nowhere, fast.

        "Kaasan, couldn't the Bulma in their time help? I mean, two geniuses oughta be able to figure it out, don't you think?" Trunks' sudden change in tactics caused Bulma to look at her son suspiciously.

        "Trunks, I'm sick of arguing with you about this! If the only way to get you off my back about this is to go, then let's do it."

        "Great, I knew you'd see it my way!" Trunks grinned.

        "Quit deluding yourself, I'm not 'seeing it your way'. I'm sick of your whining! We'll go back, and I will prove myself right."

End Prologue

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