"Hey, Trunks?"

"Yeah Goten?"

"Your dad said he was gonna marry your mom, right?"

"Right."

"And married is when you make a promise to be with that person forever, right?"

"Right."

"So when you get married…" Goten frowned, "All you have to do, is promise to care about that person, and be there for that person no matter what… right?"

"Right." Trunks grunted. "That's what your dad said."

"Do you wanna get married, Trunks?"

"What?"

Goten looked contemplative, and looked up at Trunks. "I mean, we're best friends, and we always will be, and if getting married means we'll be there for each other no matter what, then we should get married."

"I don't think that's how it works, Goten."

"Really?"

"I think you get married when you love love someone. The way our dads love our moms." Trunks looked down at his best friend. "My dad said it was the same thing as having a mate."

"Oh." Goten looked dejected.

"But we can make that promise anyways."

"Really?"

"Sure. We just won't be married." Trunks turned around as best he could and held his hand out to Goten. "I promise to be there for you, no matter what."

Goten grinned wider than he ever had and reached up, grabbing onto Trunks' hand and shaking it briefly. "I promise too."

Trunks smiled and turned back around and continued climbing up the vertical scale of rock that they had been placed next to. Goten smiled after him and grabbed onto another handhold, and pulled himself up after Trunks. He looked down below them, and frowned reaching up to grab another handhold.

"Hey, Trunks?"

"Yeah, Goten?"

"Why do you think they call it magma?"

Videl folded her hands around the warm tin mug and leaned up against the wall, of the ship. It was looking much better than before. She had spent the last few days scrubbing it inside and out, and cleaning out the abundance of wildlife that had made their nests in the nooks and crannies, and now all it needed were some working appliances and a fresh coat of paint. She was watching Gohan work on the wiring in one of the consoles while Kuririn pushed buttons and coached him, offering advice where he could give it. She sighed and leaned backwards, looking up at the ceiling of the hallway she stood in.

"I still don't like this ship."

"You'll warm up to her." Tienshinhan said, stepping down the stairs onto the walkway. "She'll be sky worthy in no time."

" I guess so. I like our ship better."

"Well, we'll see her again."

"I hope so."

Tienshinhan followed her gaze and looked over at Gohan who had his finger in his mouth, nursing a fresh burn from an electric shock. He looked back over at Videl, and smiled a little bit. "You like him."

"What?" Videl looked up sharply. "No! That's not it! I'm just… interested. I mean, he's a Saiyan. We thought they were all dead and now there's one flying with us. It's kind of cool, isn't it?"

"Cool?"

"Sure." Videl looked back at Gohan. "I mean, we could probably learn a lot."

"Mmm, I'm sure."

"Stop it." Videl nudged him with her elbow. "None of you like him? At all?"

"17 likes him." Tienshinhan shrugged.

"17 likes anyone he outranks." Videl said, flattening her eyebrows. "What about you? What do you think about him?"

"I think he's dangerous." Tienshinhan folded his arms. "He's a good kid to be sure, and he seems regained a bit more of my trust, but it doesn't change the fact that he could kill us all within seconds if he wanted to. All that power is bound to make anyone a mite jumpy."

"I think that's the reason Freeza kept them." Videl frowned looking back over at Gohan. "It'd be a perfect weapon, and he wouldn't even need to use it that often. A show here, a show there, and everyone falls into line, too intimidated to speak out."

"And we can't forget he's got four more of them. He probably plans on turning them all into powerhouses."

Videl looked at the ground. "Freeza's had him since he was five…" She shook her head. "Tien, can you imagine?"

"I can't." Tienshinhan leaned against the wall with her.

"He has nightmares." Videl said, quietly turning her finger over the rim of the tin cup. "I've heard him while he sleeps, he's always calling out for someone."

"Who?"

"I don't know. It sounds different each time."

"You should ask him about it."

"Huh?"

"He might feel better if he talks about it with someone close to his age. And I think he trusts you more than anyone else."

Videl smiled and removed herself from the wall. "Maybe I will. I'll see what I can do, tonight." She looked up at him, and held out the mug. "I'm going to go out into town to see what I can scrounge up for dinner, will you wash this for me?"

"Yes," Tienshinhan took it from her. "Just don't go picking up any more fugitives." He said, putting a hand on her head and ruffled her hair.

Videl laughed and waved over her shoulder. She walked through the ships halls and down the ramp into the dusty air of the hangar. She stretched her hands over her head and began to walk, looking up at all the other ships who looked like they were in desperate need of some tender love and care. She bobbed and weaved past rusted and decaying engines towards the door, she pushed it open and stepped out into the bloody twilight of the Gliesian streets. All of the towns were structured in vertical lines spanning east and west, so there was no chance of them overlapping into the fatal parts of the planet. The cities circled the planet like a belt, clearly marking the only signs of life. It was a good place to hide, but then again, there were only so many places to look.

The town they were in was a small one, and they had never visited this particular one before. Their job had brought them to Gliese more than a few times, and they had always been intimidating trips. Once it had brought them there in the middle of a storm. The lack of turning of the planet meant that there were no seasons, and horrifying weather patterns. There were heavy gale winds that surged from the cold and scorching parts of the planets, and this lead to parts of the planet being trapped in permanent torrential rain. Videl had the misfortune of visiting one of those places a while back, and had never been so happy to leave in her life. It had taken her nearly a week to dry off.

The things for sale at the shops were strange at best. Heavy glass orbs that hung from fraying bits of twine, and jostled together in the wind that blew through. Tapestries made from dark threads hung limply against wooden poles and there were drums and other instruments made from the black stalks of the strange plants that littered the ground. The air stunk heavily of burning meat and alcohol that several vendors brewed right in the streets, pouring out the waste into the gutters staining it a moldy yellow. It mixed with the blood and fluids of the animals that were freshly slaughtered on the sides of the stalls, and thrown onto the grill then and there. Videl had lost her appetite.

She meandered through the streets, careful of where she put her feet, and looked through the stalls for something her crew would find edible. Though the only thing she managed to find were baskets of black plants, and eventually decided they would have to do. She wasn't about to trust the meat here, and she certainly didn't want to eat anything she had to watch be killed. She handed the zeni to the merchant and picked up the basket full of fruits, and vegetables and turned to head back to the ship.

She halted however when she caught sight of a similar silhouette of a ship. A dull white ship bathed crimson in the light of the bloody sun. One of Freeza's ships. She gulped heavily, and looked around looking for any sight of soldiers and wasn't sure whether to feel relief or horror when she saw none. There were bound to be scouts, and they certainly wouldn't be safe out in the open.

Videl took a deep breath, and looked towards the hangar where their new ship lay in wait. She would have to find a way to make it there while looking discrete and casual. She was panicking. She wasn't sure what to do and it was starting to make her jumpy. The started to walk towards the hangar, trying to appear nonchalant about it. Out of the corner of her eye she could see people dressed in white starting to crowd around the ship, and her heart began to pound against her rib cage. She picked up her paces, maneuvering her way through the crowd. She sparred a quick glace at the soldiers and she thought her heart would explode out her chest. A few lizard-looking aliens dressed in solider attire were pointing in her direction and murmuring. They slowly began to make their way towards her and Videl picked up her pace, but now she wasn't sure where she was going. She couldn't lead them back to the hangar and put everyone else in danger.

The soldiers were getting closer and with every step, Videl thought she'd drop dead from heart failure. A rough gloved hand reached out and caught her arm, and spun her around and Videl's hands spilled her cargo and dropped the basket to the grounds, her produce flying in every which direction.

"What's the hurry?" One of the soldiers asked in a gruff and dangerously low voice. Videl found that her own voice was failing her and she could only stand there, staring at them, her mouth moving up and down.

"Well?" The other folded his arms. "Where are you from, girly?"

Videl couldn't will her voice to come out her mouth, but if she was going to die, she wasn't going to die having not defended herself at all from these soldiers. She managed to calm herself down to a reasonable state and opened her mouth. "Uh…"

"Miho, there you are!"

Two hands caught her and turned her around, and she found herself face to face with Gohan. Only… he looked different. His face was covered with a scarf and his head was wrapped up in a sort of turban, and the skin around his eyes was blackened as if he had smeared oil on them, but Videl could instantly tell it was him. He put a hand on her face and smiled at her through his scarf. "You forgot your scarf, Miho." He pulled a piece of red fabric from behind him and deftly wrapped it around her head and neck. He put two hands on her shoulders and turned to look at the guards.

"You must forgive my sister." He said, putting a hand over his chest and speaking in a heavily accented voice. "She doesn't speak, poor thing." He shook his head and turned to Videl. "Why don't you gather the food, Miho?"

Videl nodded quietly, clearly dumbfounded. She bent down and gathered the food into her arms as Gohan wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"Is there something we can help you with, officers?"

"We're looking for Earthlings." One said. "Where are you two from?"

"Where? Why we were born here!" He spoke, gesturing around him. "Our parents were from planet Duran." He said nodding. "They moved here for business. This place is such a terrible place they actually pay people to live here. We live quite comfortably though, we've grown to love this little planet, deadly as it is."

"Alright, alright pal." An officer waved him off. "No one asked for your life story, just go on your way."

"Ah, yes, of course." Gohan bowed, turning Videl around. "Good bye." He then put a hand on her shoulders and led her back into the crowd. He leaned in close to her, and spoke quietly. "I saw a few of Freeza's ships land here and got worried. Looks like I got here just in time."

Videl finally was able to find her voice and she looked up at him. "If Freeza's ships are here, aren't we in danger?"

"Probably." Gohan nodded. "But a bunch of ships are leaving tomorrow on some mass business venture. We can slip out with them."

"Tomorrow?" Videl gasped. "The ship doesn't even have a proper engine yet!"

"Which is why we're going to have to work fast, isn't it?"

Videl nodded and bit her lip. She looked up at him. "So when did you become a master of disguise?"

"Just now, it's a new thing I thought I'd try." He shrugged. "I don't even know if there IS a planet Duran."

"Well you convinced me." Videl smiled up at him as they made their way back towards the hangar.

"Good to hear it, Miho."