I just wanted to say that I am SO SORRY for taking so long for this part. Things have been busy for me lately. But as I said before I will NOT ABANDON this. I promise. And also, I don't know if anyone is excited for Dragonball the live action movie, but I did a few manipulations of the actress Emmy Rossum who is playing Bulma… If you want to check them out, you can at mental-sex..

Secondly, I would really love reviews. It makes me happy to hear what people think.

See you soon hopefully! -Ariel


Bulma tapped her fingers impatiently on the dashboard of her ship. It was early in the morning, maybe five, but she hadn't been able to sleep. The ship's cloaking device was on, since they were extremely close to the facility. Bulma couldn't rest because everything had to go as planned today. She had managed to find the room with the mainframe yesterday afternoon, after a horrible time preparing some sort of operation room for whatever they planning to do to Trunks today. She had tried to hack into the files, but they weren't even in the system. It was being kept secret from everyone in the facility except for Dr. Vale.

Hopefully the plan would go through without a hitch. She was going to go and try to get Dr. Vale to allow her to 'assist' with the procedure. Yesterday he had been most adamant that she was not to, he was still under the impression that she was simply another researcher trying to learn more about this secret procedure. She had to try though. It would make it easier to get Trunks out of there if she was already right near him when the virus went off. On her wristwatch was an activator which would start the virus she still had to instal, so that all of the security and electronic systems would shut down. That way Vegeta would be able to come in and take on the security and scientists so they'd be able to get Trunks out of there. Bulma took a deep breath. She couldn't activate the computer virus until after Gohan had been picked up by her father. She had called him yesterday and explained the entire situation, and how he was to act. He also knew that Gohan would probably need some medical attention. Bulma put her face into her hands. This was just so hard. She wished Goku were still alive so he could have helped her and Vegeta.

Bulma suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder and jumped slightly, turning and seeing Vegeta frowning at her. "Didn't you sleep at all?"

Bulma rubbed her eyes. "Not really." She muttered.

Vegeta crossed his arms. "That's not the best idea. You'll need your energy for what we're going to do today."

"This is not the time to be condescending!" Bulma stood up and met his eyes angrily.

Vegeta took in her slightly shaking fists and the fear hidden well behind the anger in her eyes. He paused for a moment; "Lets just go over the plan one more time." He changed the subject.

Bulma picked up the blueprints of the building she had printed out. "Just remember, the room they're going to have Trunks in might change, but all the procedure rooms are in this wing. You need to get there as soon as possible after you get my signal that the virus went off."

Vegeta nodded. "And If it doesn't go off?"

Bulma swallowed. She didn't know. "It will."


Bulma walked briskly through the halls of the facility, and her heels echoed against the hard linoleum floors. Every click seemed to remind her that she was running out of time to save Trunks. She had tried to get to the mainframe the afternoon before, but Dr. Vale had kept her busy with some sort of preparation for whatever they were going to do to Trunks. She still had no idea what it was, but it couldn't be good. Nothing in this place was good. Bulma finally found the door she had been looking for, where the computer systems were all tied together. She typed in the password, which she had hacked earlier, and the door swooshed open.

She walked into the dim room. There were rows and rows of computer screens and systems. At the end of the room there was a main centre with a giant screen and a command centre. Bulma gave a quiet thank you that the system was entirely automated other then for repairs, so there wasn't anyone in here. She walked quickly up to the command centre and took out her laptop. She quickly connected it to the main system and within seconds was in. She had set up the virus last night, since she couldn't sleep anyway, so it was just a manner of running it. Once she got it in the system, there would be two hours until it shut down all the power to the facility, and scrambled all the security systems beyond reparation, including the energy suppressors. Bulma smirked, glad that she had such refined technology skills, because they'd never be able to fix this facility after her program had run through it. Bulma loaded in the program surprisingly easily and a timer appeared on the large main screen, showing that there was two hours left until the program ran itself through the system. Perfect. Bulma snapped her laptop shut and quickly left the room, glad that the plan had gone through without a hitch. Bulma pulled out her communicator and sent a message to Vegeta, telling him that the plan was still on. She knew that the timer was also mirrored onto the ship's main computer so he'd be able to come at the precise moment. Last night, she'd also gone through the floorplan with him so Vegeta would be able to get to Trunks the fastest.

Bulma walked to Dr. Vale's office and sat down. "Are we still transferring Gohan to my facility today?" She asked, secretly knowing that she had hacked into the emails to the other facility, so in reality it was really just going to be her father picking Gohan up in a disguised vehicle.

"Yes, they're sending someone to pick him up today." Dr. Vale said distractedly. "You'll have to keep in touch, to tell me your findings. You're lucky I was willing to give that subject up!"

"You were going to have him killed." Bulma couldn't keep the bitterness out of her voice.

Dr. Vale raised his eyebrows. "Perhaps once you witness his uncontrollable power you will change your mind."

Bulma took a deep breath. "Sir, I've been… researching… And you keep saying that Saiyans are too dangerous for Earth, yet, they saved us from Cell. They saved the entire world!"

Dr. Vale raised his eyebrows. "Why exactly do you think that all of this happens to Earth?" He folded his hands together. "The threats to Earth are almost entirely based upon the fact that there are illegal races seeking refuge on our planet."

"Aliens aren't illegal!" Bulma said. The Earth had accepted Aliens as being legal years and years ago.

"True. But Saiyans are considered Class 3, which means they are permitted to visit but not interbreed or take up residence here."

"Where exactly are you getting these facts?" Bulma frowned.

"Those are our company policies." He said, turning towards her suspiciously. "I thought you were familiar with them?"

"I mean, I've just been wondering, what if the government finds out about this?"

Dr. Vale smiled. "Well, they do know about. They just aren't completely familiar with the extent which we take our experiments. They think we're an inter-planetary research centre." Dr. Vale turned to Bulma. "It's enjoyable to tell our subjects that the Government is involved with this program." Dr. Vale gave her a pointedly annoyed look. "Now, will you be accompanying the subject back to your lab? I bet you can't wait to explore it's capabilities!" Dr. Vale said with a warm smile.

"Actually… I was hoping that I would be able to observe the procedure you're attempting today." Bulma gave him her most winning and… slightly seductive smile.

Dr. Vale paused. "It really is top secret." He said quietly, but coughed slightly awkwardly.

Bulma leaned over, careful to show her cleavage slightly. "Please? It'll help me with my thesis quite a lot."

Dr. Vale coughed again. "What exactly is your thesis again?" He was turning slightly red.

Bulma met his eyes, hoping. "Experimentation on Human Hybrids." She said evenly.

Dr. Vale considered her for a moment. "I suppose if you sign a confidentially agreement… Yes, you may assist me. You have after all come with the highest recommendations."

Bulma let out a sigh of relief. Thank god this Marie Young woman she was impersonating was so respected among these horrible people.

Dr. Vale got out some paperwork. "You'll just need to fill these out. I'll have you supervising the final experiments on the unstable subject this morning before he's transferred, since we're essentially giving him over to your facility you might as well be up to date with the results."

Bulma nodded, hating herself.

Dr. Vale continued. "Fill these forms out during lunch and I'll meet you at the entranceway after you've sent the subject to transfer. Then we'll get to the real fun stuff."

"I see." Bulma said stiffly.

Dr. Vale shook her hand warmly. "I'll be seeing you later, then."


Gohan heard the door swoosh open as if it were coming from through a long tunnel. He slowly opened his eyes, everything was blurry. Where was he? His arms hurt. His head felt heavy. Finally the room spun into focus and he remembered that he was in the facility. Gohan closed his eyes, trying to ease the nausea. When he opened them again, there were several scientists, none of whom he'd seen before during his 'stay', standing in front of him.

One of them peered down at him. "He's awake?!" She exclaimed in shock. "But he's been given enough sedative to put a person out for a week!"

Another one, a guy this time, scoffed. "Well we've got to keep in mind that he's not even a person."

Gohan just closed his eyes again and tried to block out their voices. He was too drained to argue. Maybe if he relaxed, he would just pass out again. The last thing he remembered was the main scientist saying they were going to have him killed. This wasn't exactly how he pictured it going down. Gohan felt sick when he thought about his mother and brother worrying about him. Suddenly, the restraints holding his arms above his head released and he slumped down on the floor. Gohan's arms started to burn as the feeling came back into them.

The male scientist who had spoken earlier leaned down and attached a collar to Gohan's neck. Or Gohan assumed that's what had happened, since he still had his eyes closed. He opened his eyes slightly and met the face of the man. "Just a nice portable energy suppressor so you don't give the other facility any trouble." He ruffled Gohan's hair. "We can't have that now, can we?" He reached over and clicked a button on the collar and Gohan instantly felt even more drained and weak. As if that were possible.

"Please… why are you doing this?" Gohan muttered through dry lips.

Two of the scientists picked him up and put him onto a hard metal examination table and strapped him down. They wheeled him out of the room without answering his question. Gohan stared at the ceiling tiles silently, feeling regret that this was how it was going to end. He couldn't even defend himself. They wheeled him into what looked like an operation room and a lab mixed into one, and then exited, leaving him alone.

He felt his heart rate increase. He couldn't help it, he was scared. More then he wanted to admit. He felt like he hadn't even been able to live, and now he was going to die, and not even a warriors death. Gohan thought about how he had beaten Cell, the power he had, his family, and what he could have been. He didn't want to admit defeat, but the energy suppressing collar combined with the remains of the sedatives were too much. So this was it? He was giving up. At least he'd see Goku again…

Gohan closed his eyes, trying to calm himself, like Goku had been calm when he knew he was going to die during the cell games. Gohan opened his eyes and met the slightly opaque vision of his father for the second time that week.

"Gohan!" Goku said worriedly.

Gohan met his gaze with his half lidded, dilated pupils and smiled slightly despite the situation. "I'll be there soon, Dad." He said quietly.

Goku knew he didn't have much time, especially since King Kai was already annoyed enough at him for requesting another moment with the living, but he couldn't let Gohan torture himself like this, when Bulma and Vegeta had a plan. "I don't know how long I will maintain a form here, but I had to come." Goku said, putting his hand on Gohan's forehead, although Gohan felt nothing since Goku was just a vision.

"I'm…ok." Gohan said half-heartedly.

"No." Goku said softly. "You're not. And there's nothing I can do about it."

Gohan closed his eyes again. "It will be over soon." He muttered without opening his eyes.

"No! Bulma and Vegeta have a plan. You won't die today. I know…it…" Goku felt the connection between them fading, and with that, he started to fade back to the afterlife. "Don't….worry…." He managed to say.

Gohan stared at the white ceiling for a moment. Had that been real? Or just a figment of his sedative endorsed imagination…

The door to the lab opened and Gohan felt his body involuntarily stiffen. Kami, how had he gotten this jumpy?

"So we have to do another general physical, a pain tolerance test, and then a metabolism test?" One of the scientists was saying.

"We will do the physical and metabolism test, but I can do the pain tolerance one at my facility later on." Bulma's voice said, slightly shakily.

Gohan snapped his eyes open at the sound of her voice and saw Bulma dressed yet again in the scientist outfit. She gave him a small hopeful smile when he met her eyes. Gohan felt a kernel of hope erupt inside of him.

After a few unpainful, yet demeaning tests, the scientists left the room leaving him and Bulma alone. She changed his IV slowly, then turned to him. "I'm getting you out of here." She said quietly.

Gohan smiled. "And Trunks?" He asked weakly.

"Hopefully."

Gohan frowned. "You're not sure?"

Bulma gave him a pained look. "Gohan, please. I'm trying…"

Gohan nodded. "Don't… don't fail." He was starting to feel groggy again. "Did they give me something?" He said wearily.

Bulma bit her lip. "Actually… I did." She put her hand on his feverish forehead. "It will be easier to get you out of here if you're not awake, and in pain." As Gohan lost consciousness she added. "See you soon." Bulma was lucky that Gohan trusted her as much as he did. Bulma took a deep breath. Now all she had to do was make sure that he got out of here without a hitch, and get to Trunks and hopefully delay whatever 'procedure' they were going to do on him until the virus went off. Bulma looked down at her watch. There was an hour and a half until the virus went off.

A half hour later, Bulma couldn't believe it. Gohan was now in a transport with her father driving. The first part of the plan had worked. Now she just had to go to the lab where they had Trunks. The hard part was about to happen.


In his office, Dr. Vale sat, excited for the experiment which he was about to perform. Suddenly the phone rang. Dr. Vale talked on it for a moment, and as he talked, his frown deepened. He hung it up angrily.

Dr. Vale stood up and pressed a button on his intercom. "Alert security. We have a situation on our hands. The person known as Marie Young is an imposter, of unknown intentions. Ensure she doesn't leave the facility."