DHMB: So, I've been watching too much DBZ. Seriously. I need to stop. It had spawned some strange things from me, including this fanfic.

Just a little note, This fic includes the Cell Saga and The Broly movie, but the timelines and certain facts have been adjusted for the purpose of this story. Basically the "Broly Saga" will last a bit longer than the original few days in the movie. This story also contains elements of Rape/non-con.

As per my style, Individual scenes are posted as separate chapters. I started to do it another way, but FF deleted the separators and shit became a giant runon. FFS FF!


I stared at the beautiful scenery around me in slight awe. The lush fields, fragrant flower bushes and tree's laden with ripe fruit. It was a scene I had only seen in story books and it made my heart ache. I reached out, my fingers touching a delicate velvet petal. I sighed softly, until my senses picked up a strong Ki spike. I wasn't here to look at the fauna. I straightened and lifted off into the air, flying towards the signature, making sure to repress my own power to almost nothing.

I came upon Kami's look out and had to pause once again. The wind blew my hair wildly as I stared at it. It was truly a magnificent thing to behold. Pristine and gleaming despite being centuries if not millennium old. I had seen the one in our world once. Trunks and I had pestered Gohan about it after he had told us the stories. He hadn't wanted to, his expression growing dark at our fevered pleas, but he had relented, knowing it was something we needed to see. The crumbling ruins in our world vastly paled against the shining perfection I now saw. I remember sobbing at the mass of rubble, so different from what Gohan had described to us. It only severed to laminate one point. In our world, there was no God.

I brushed away the wetness on my lashes and lifted up to the lookout, landing with no sound on the shimmering marble surface. I cast my gaze around, intent on only one thing. I finally spied a mass of lavender hair that belonged to the oh so familiar Ki signature. Tears sprang to my eyes and a lump formed in my throat. I tried to push away the sudden feelings that welled up in my chest, but they burst from me in a single cry.

"You Bastard!" I cried. Lavender hair spun over broad shoulders and cerulean eyes gazed at me in astonishment as my name was called in a shocked voice.

"What are you-?" The words were cut off as I slammed into his chest, my arms winding around his rib cage, crushing our bodies together as I sobbed openly into his chest.

"How could you-? I...You fucking..." words escaped me as the tidal wave of emotions overcame me, leaving me with nothing more than desperate wails. Strong arms encircled my shoulders.

"I'm sorry," he said in a low voice.

"You said you wouldn't be gone long!" I finally managed. "You said you would be right back! A month! A fucking month! I though..."

A wide hand carded through the rumpled mess of my hair.

"I'm sorry," he repeated. I tried to pull away from him. My hands moved to his chest, pushing even though his arms were locked around me in a steely grip.

"Let me go!" I spat, my anger rising up to replace my grief. "How could you leave me! Let me go!"

"No," was the simple reply.

"Release me!" I shrieked. "I hate-..."

"No you don't," he interrupted calmly. I glared at him, wanting to hate him but I knew his words to be far truer than my heated statement. His lips brushed my cheek in a gentle platonic kiss I was used to and he pulled me to his chest, his strength overpowering my anger so that my breast were crushed against his muscled front.

"I missed you," he said, his breath ghosting over my neck where he had buried his face.

"I missed you, too," I sighed.

"Ahem." We both turned to find a group of people staring at us curiously.

"Your mate?" questioned a man. My eyes widened as I looked at him. This must be Vegeta. I recognized his face, not from pictures but from the man beside me. They were almost mirror images, the only real differences being that in place of soft lavender locks, Vegeta had black hair that shone auburn in the sun, swept up into a flame like spike. Instead of cerulean eyes, his were jet black, seeming to have no pupil as he stared at me with mild curiosity and abundant annoyance.

"Uhm, no," Trunks said. "She's my best friend."

"Do you always embrace your 'friends' like that?" Vegeta asked snidely. I laughed at the image of him greeting Gohan as he did me. Vegeta and Trunks looked at me curiously. I waved it away.

"Sorry, I just thought of you hugging Gohan like you do me," I said. Trunk rolled his eyes and ruffled my hair with his knuckles.

"That's a disturbing image," he grumbled.

"I know," I replied with a cheeky grin, leaning over and pecking his cheek.

"So who are you?" Another man asked. He had the same coloring as Vegeta, but his hair was more of a mess of wild spikes and he stood at a good head taller than the prince. His demeanor reminded me so much of Gohan that my heart ached. His eyes were warm and gentle and he bore a ready smile as he looked at me, deeming me already a friend. I managed to choke out my name as I stared at him in awe.

"Well hiya!" he greeted, beaming at me. "I'm Son Goku and this is my son Gohan." He pointed to a young boy behind him and I felt tears spring to my eyes once more. The boy looked at me curiously with a smile on his face.

"Gohan," I breathed. His smile widened.

"I must know you from the future!" he said. I nodded mutely. Warm hands cupped my shoulders and I turned my head to find Trunks at my shoulder, giving me an understanding smile.

"I had the same reaction at first," he told me.

"I'm sorry," I said. "It's just...it's like seeing a ghost." Young Gohan gave me a gentle smile and nodded his head in understanding.

"So why are you here?" Vegeta spat.

"Oh, I came because he was supposed to return ages ago," I said, shooting him a glare. "I thought he was dead." The words came out full of bitter anger that quickly passed when I noted the dark bags under his eyes.

"If Trunks has the time machine, how did you get here?" Goku asked, scratching his cheek.

"That's a very good question," Trunks said, narrowing his blue eyes at me. I looked away from him.

"I took the back-up one?" I muttered.

"YOU WHAT?!"

I cringed away from Trunks, watching his face contort with rage. He gripped my shoulders tightly, giving me a hard shake.

"How could you?!" he yelled. "That thing wasn't even tested! It wasn't even meant to be used! It was practically a proto-type! Do you have any idea the danger you put yourself in!" I turned my head, unable to meet his gaze as it bled teal.

"What were you thinking!" he cried. My anger flared.

"I was thinking that I couldn't stand for you to leave me behind again!" I shouted back, leaning forward so we were nose to nose, ignoring the almost unbearably tight grip on my shoulders. "I was thinking that I couldn't sit around again, waiting, hoping you come home alive, if at all! I was thinking I had to do something besides staring out the window, praying for some kind of sign! I can't...I can't do it, Trunks...I can't...If I lose you..." Tears coursed down my cheeks, drying quickly as his agitated Ki licked my skin. His eyes faded back to blue as he stared down at me, the rage melting away to show only sadness. His arms came around me, pulling me to him, our bodies pressed tightly together as he sighed my name.

"Please," he begged into my hair. "Please don't ever do something so stupid and reckless again."

"I won't," I murmured, embracing him, desperate to be close to him.

"You two are just friends?"

I turned to find Vegeta looking at us with unveiled disbelief at our previous statement. I gave him a weary smile as Trunks and I parted, my palm scrubbing the tears from my face.

"We've been together since we were kids," I explained. "We're inseparable."

"Mom tells us we must have been separated at birth," Trunks commented. "We even sleep in the same bed." All heads turned towards us and Trunks blushed.

"Not like that!" he cried while I burst out laughing.

"We don't sleep well without each other,"" I explained. "We don't do well apart. Trying just tends to make us sick."

"Really?" Goku asked. "Why?" Trunks and I looked at each other. We had never questioned it before, just accepted it as it was.

"We've just been like that for as long as I can remember," Trunks said. He pulled me close to him again and I could feel his need in the way his hands smoothed over my arm and side. I felt it too. We had been apart for too long. I tilted my head back, looking into his eyes as he smiled at me.

"You need sleep," I said. Before he could reply, a woman's voice called to us.

"Hey guys? Hello? Anyone still here? You have a visitor!"

Little Gohan spun around with a grin.

"That sounds like Bulma," he said, running towards the voice. Trunks smiled down at me and pulled away reluctantly, his hand dropping to mine. I felt the rough brush of his palm against my own as our fingers interlaced and gave him a curious look. We had always been close, not shy about physical contact, but there was something different from the usual casual touches we often shared. He seemed to have an almost desperate edge to him as if his whole body demanded my presence. He shook his head, telling me he would explain later and pulled me along with the group.

"Bulma, what in the world are you doing here?" Goku asked, sounding pleasantly surprised.

"Krillian told me where you guys were hiding out. I hope that's okay," she explained. I peeked over someone to look at Bulma. She was much younger and cradled a baby in her arms. I assumed it to be Trunks. Her eyes scanned the crowd and landed on Trunks. Cerulean orbs widened as she spied him, stumbling forward. The others parted, allowing her access to her son, leaving him and I standing there, hands still locked.

"Huh? Other trunks. I barely recognized you!" she exclaimed, her hand reaching out to grasp a long lock of his hair, tugging on it as he cringed. "Whats with the hair? I don't remember it being this long. Is it a wig?" She stopped tugging on the lavender locks when she realized they were attached and reached up, patting his head. "You're taller too." I looked up at him, noticing these things as well for the first time. My anger and grief had been so palpable they had blinded me to these minor details.

"Well there's this special room here. It compresses time. Basically you can compress a whole year into a single day. So dad and I have just been in there training," Trunks explained.

"What?!" I cried, spinning to fully face him. "You mean you've spent an entire year without me?" Trunks didn't meet my eyes as he nodded his head.

"Geeze, have you gotten a wink of sleep?" I asked.

"Pft, No," came the answer from Vegeta. "The boy tossed and turned every damn night. I'm surprised he's still standing."

"How did...?" I tried, not being able to find the words as I stared at him. His eyes locked with mine again and I felt an intense wave of exhaustion sweep over me. My knee's buckled and Trunks' arm wrapped around my waist to keep me standing.

"You need some sleep, now!" I said.

"I can't," he sighed, looking into my eyes once more.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," I hissed out as I saw a flash of images. Three more andriods, this Cell creature, mass devastation in place of the quick end we had hoped to achieve. He shook his head.

"How the fuck could things get so damn screwed up?" I swore colorfully.

"Uhm, are you one of my kids too?"

I paused and looked at Bulma sheepishly, reaching behind me to scratch the back of my head with a nervous chuckle, a habit I picked up from Gohan.

"Uhm, well, not really," I said. "You kind of adopt me, but I'm just Trunks best friend."

I heard Vegeta snort and turned to cast him a glare.

"You're just his friend but you two are very close," he remarked snidely. "Sounds like you're his mate to me."

"His mate? But we've never had sex," I said. "Plus, Chi-Chi and Bulma never had the kinds of problems we do." Vegeta snorted and rolled his eyes in a way that said I had no idea what I was talking about. I glared at him, miffed by his dismissal.

"I don't have time to discuss the finer points of the girl and the brat's relationship. Why are you here woman?" he spat.

"Oh yeah," Bulma said, completely unfazed by his snappish tone. "Vegeta asked me to make him a new battle suit a while ago. It turned out so nice, I figured I'd make one for everyone." She pulled a Capsule out of her pocket and clicked the top, tossing it behind her. A large crate popped into existence and the group immediately swarmed it, pulling the garments out. Bulma looked at me sheepishly.

"One of the spandex suits might fit you, but I'm afraid the armor is all in male sizes," she said. I shook my head.

"It doesn't matter," I told her. "Trunks never let's me fight anyway." I tossed him a glare that he returned.

"I'm not having you fly off to your death," he said in a dark tone.

"Oh but it's perfectly fine for you to do it?" I sneered.

"I'm a saya-jin!" he cried.

"And that means your invincible?" I asked. "As far as I know, that little tid-bit didn't save Goku, Vegeta or Gohan!"

"I'm not having this argument with you again," Trunks said sternly. "You're not fighting and that's final. I'll drag you back and tie you down if I have to."

"As if ropes can hold me!" I threatened, powering up. I may have just been human, but I had trained with Gohan the same as him. It was only his saya-jin blood that allowed him to achieve levels far outside my reach. Trunks stormed over to me, grabbing my arm and powering up as well. I felt his Ki rise, first meeting my own, then greatly surpassing it.

"Maybe not, but there are stronger things out there then rope," he threatened. "You're not strong enough and it's utter suicide for you to go running off just to-..."

"You're such a fucking hypocrite!" I exclaimed. "Last I checked you weren't strong enough either but that never stopped you from going on one god damn suicide mission after the next!"

"That was different!" he said.

"Would you two stifle your lovers quarrel?" The green man I guessed was Piccolo snapped. I turned to glare at the namekian. Trunks sighed and moved his hand under my chin, tilting my head in his direction.

"This isn't the time or the place," he told me. "Just please, trust me for once." I looked at him surprised.

"Trunks, I do trust you but-..."

"Then trust that I'm not just being over protective," he said, blue eyes pleading with me to understand. I stared back at him, my anger once again dissipating as I looked at him.

"Fine, whatever," I said, dropping my gaze to the floor. I felt him bend down and press a kiss to my forehead before he moved over to grab one of the suits Bulma had made and changed. I saw Bulma approach me, her eyes scanning me curiously.

"So what exactly is your relationship with Trunks?" she asked.

"Uhm, we're just friends," I told her.

"Does he kiss all his friends?" she asked.

"That would be weird," I said with a laugh, the image of him kissing Gohan flitting through my head. "We're just really close. We've been together forever."

"And the comment about sleeping together?" she asked.

"Uhm, it's complicated," I said with a laugh. "Well, to everyone else it is, for us it's simple."

"You'll have to explain it to me later," she said. I blushed and nodded my head, turning to watch as Vegeta flew off the look out.

"I better get going too," Trunks said. I ran over, leaping easily over the crate and tackling him. He laughed as he easily caught me, looking up at me.

"The usual?" he asked.

"The usual," I said. "Or I learn necromancy, resurrect your ass and slit your throat like a virgin sacrifice."

"Noted," he replied with a grin. I bent down and pecked his cheek before climbing down. Goku walked over as I did, handing Trunks something.

"You had better take these Senzu beans, just in case," he said.

"The usual?" Bulma asked me. I grinned sheepishly, watching as Trunks took off after his father.

"That he has to come home, no matter what. If it get's too crazy he needs to get the hell out of dodge, I care less about his pride as a warrior and more about his life, so at all costs, come home," I said. "It's something we've said so many times to each other we just call it 'the usual', now."

"You two are really close, huh?" Goku asked with a grin. I nodded.

"We've learned that one of us can't live without the other," I sighed. "Even attempting it is beyond painful."

I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder and looked over to find Bulma looking at me.

"Why don't you come home with me, dear?" she asked. "You looked tired." I smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, okay," I said. I started to follow her to the ship she arrived in but paused.

"Goku, do you think Trunks and Vegeta can really end all this?" I asked him. He cast me a sad look.

"No," he said. I sighed and nodded, turning back to the ship.