CHAPTER ONE REWRITE!

Note: I am using the scenes shown in the end of DBZ. More specifically, episode 188, "Granddaughter Pan". But the dialogue is obviously different, for I haven't seen those episodes since they played on TV (which was like, how long ago?) and obviously, events are to be changed. Forgive me if this bothers you.

In other news, here is the freshly, newly-rewritten first chapter! Enjoy!

Containing Thy Self- Chapter One

Present Time- Somewhere in the Sky- 4:38 PM

A circular, silver aerial pod, with a glass hood, soared steadily through the air, with the words Capsule Corporation printed along the side. One passenger, with short, lavender hair, was seated inside, hands gripping the controls.

Humming tunelessly along with the low buzz floating out of the speakers, he made a smooth, effortless turn towards a large vicinity of large, grassy hills.

"I wonder what Goten is up to today." Pressing the lever forward, he increased his speed once a small group of familiar homes came into sight

Elsewhere, Exact Location Unknown- Same Time

With an abrupt flash and slight waver, the dome-shaped time machine materialized, landing unusually rough on the rocky terrain. Clicking a few switches, Mirai opened the glass cover, jumping out of the mechanism. Landing with a soft tap, the warrior glanced around, a troubled look appearing on his handsome face.

"This… does not feel right." He muttered, scanning the unfamiliar area with a perturbed feeling growing. Growling, he stamped the ground, fists clenched tightly. "Damn it, I knew something went wrong when that blasted plane flew by!"

Hastily, he opened his capsule box that he pulled out of his jacket pocket, grabbing the larger one. Clicking the top, he tossed the device brusquely towards the machine, watching as smoke appeared, shrinking it into the container. He caught it before it clattered on the ground, repackaging it back in the box, which was returned to his pocket.

Taking a deep breath, the long-haired man readjusted his sword strap, feeling the accustomed weight on his back, which he kept for memories' sake. "Guess I'll go find mother and get some help." Levitating off the ground, he quickly shot into the air in search of the Capsule Corporation.

Son Household- 5:06 PM

Waving goodbye to Gohan and Videl, Trunks swiftly flew to where his best friend was to be located. Easily catching sense of his ki, the short-haired boy spotted Goten, along with his father Goku, standing in a grassy field that was just ahead. Flaring his energy so they were aware of his arrival, the teenager landed beside the black-haired boy gracefully.

"Yo Trunks, what's happening?" Goten called out cheerily, despite his heavy breathing. "Come to take my place?"

The lavender-haired boy chuckled, crossing his arms with a smirk forming. "Nah, I think I rather watch you get beat up like always."

The younger boy scowled, pursing his lips. "Gee, thanks, I'm glad to have friends like you around."

"C'mon Goten, it's not that bad!" Goku cried out, a pout forming on his surprisingly young-looking face, in spite of his age. "I thought you liked training with me!" Slapping his son on the back, somehow catching him off-guard, the boy stumbled from the strength, falling face-down in the grass.

The black-haired teenager pushed himself up, about to say something, if he weren't interrupted by a sudden arrival of an aerial ship landing close by.

Somewhere above West City- Same Time

Mirai halted in the air, frowning in puzzlement.

"Wait, it seems like that mother has left, so where did she…?" Closing his eyes, he allowed numerous faint touches of energy flow through him, none of which he was searching for.

Then he was hit by several impressively larger ones at once. "Ah! They're all together! I hope nothing bad is happening." Shifting himself so he was facing a more desolated area in the distance, he sped hurriedly towards the sought-out spot.

Grassy Field- 5:23 PM

"Wow, Bulma, is that you?!" Goku cried out, shock written all over his face. "I haven't seen you forever! You too, Vegeta!"

"A long time? GOKU! Do you know how long it has been since I've seen you? TEN YEARS!" Bulma shrieked, stalking up to her oldest best friend, anger clearly flowing off of her. "You never called! Never wrote! Never visited! Nothing!"

"Ten years, huh? Wow, time does fly by pretty fast." He dumbly responded, crossing his arms as he frowned; only infuriating the woman even more.

"You're horrible!" The older woman yelled, pointing an accusing finger in his face. "And you better damn well have a good excuse!

Blinking confusingly at the finger, Goku gulped. "An excuse? Umm... training, eating, training, sleeping, training Goten, training Pan, training myself, eating..." He listed, tapping a finger on his chin thoughtfully, which Goten and Trunks sweatdropped to in response.

"Ah ha! I knew it! All you do is train, isn't it? Well I'll have you know-eh? Pan?" Bulma blinked, unfamiliar with the name. "Who is Pan?"

"Ah, here she comes now." He said, turning around to look up in the sky. A tiny figure could just barely be seen, but was noticeably coming closer. Slowly, the form turned into a little girl with short, spiky black hair, landing right in front of Goku. "Grandpa! Was I faster this time?" She asked, clenching her fists perkily.

"Yeah! I think that was your fastest time yet!" He replied, beaming. "Guys, this is Pan, Gohan and Videl's kid. My granddaughter!"

"Ahh... so Gohan and Videl got together?" Bulma questioned the apparent fact, staring at the little girl in front of her.

"Yep! Pan is five years old and she's really strong too." Goku continued, patting her on the head, clearly expressing fatherly pride. "And--" Cutting off abruptly, his face quickly draining of cheerfulness, perplexed over the unusual familiar presence that was approaching

Vegeta blinked, eyes flashing in disbelief as he hastily scanned the clear sky. "It… It can't be…?"

"But he's here… unless…?" Goku replied, eyes darting towards the lavender-haired boy standing next to his son. Trunks noticed this, features forming a questioning expression.

Bulma looked at the two older men, eyebrow quirked. "What are you two on about now?"

At the sound of grass being crunched underneath a pair of boots, everyone turned towards the presence, incredulity flashing on their visages.

Mirai skimmed his gaze at the various figures present, until he landed on an exact replica of himself, who was appeared to be stunned, but only at a much older age than the last time he saw him. "…damn it."

Whoo, first chapter rewritten and done! Only a few more!