Disclaimer: DBZ isn't mine, even if I want it to be. Just my ideas, their mine.

I watched the young girl floating in the Regeneration Tank, wondering if she was going to make it. Any normal human being would've died in the crash that she had suffered, and even mom was unsure if she would live or not. Mom had taken a small sample of D.N.A to run for analysis while we waited. What was bothering me though, was what happened when I found her.

Now I'll admit that it wasn't hard to notice her arrival, considering the strength of the sonic boom her ship created when she entered the atmosphere. The tricky part had been figuring out where she would land, for it all most seemed as if the ship was going to crash into the city before it shot off into the surrounding wasteland. Mother would've been furious and denied the girl help had her precious city been hurt; after all, we're just starting to look like a city again after all these years. No injuries, no deaths, nothing but a lot of scared people; but that was normal. 'Was normal, was!'

Trunks gave himself a mental kick as he brushed his long lavender hair back, wondering for the millionth time that day how it had escaped it's hold. Sighing, he pulled out the rest of it before tucking it back into a ponytail while starring at the machine. He was off to the side so he couldn't see her nude form floating in there; but her smile, and the way she had automatically known him was disturbing him far more than he let on. He hadn't even let Bulma know about that part, just picking her up and blasting off to Capsule Corps. He allowed himself a moment to pity his mother; the poor woman had almost fainted at the sight of them. He closed his eyes, letting his chin sink to his chest while crossing his arms as his thoughts ran deep. 'What's going on in Goku's timeline? Did something happen for them to send her here as a warning? Why would they warn me though?'

Not liking where his thoughts were going, he pushed himself off the table heading for the remaining Gravity Room for some extensive training before he went looking for his mother. 'What if she's a Saiyan?' Trunks froze in mid-stride as the idea dawned on him. No human could survive that, but how weak of a Saiyan was she to be so beaten up by a simple crash? How many times had he crashed back to Earth while he and his mother were developing the time machine those…What? Twenty years ago?

Shaking his head, he grabbed his sword pushing all other questions out of his mind. If he couldn't train, then he'd try to meditate. Even with no Kami here, he could still ask for help; couldn't he?

"What do you mean she went to the wrong time?" Bulma ignored Gohan's roar of rage as she lit up a cigarette; she had quit smoking shortly after Goku left, but felt that now would be a perfect time to start again. Facing the livid demi-Saiyan, she took a long drag prepping herself for this confrontation.

"Your daughter wanted to go into the past to try and fix things right after Goku left. She hates the way everything has turned out, and I don't blame her. I didn't take into calculation that things could not only go into the wormhole, but out of them." Sighing, Bulma took a breath as a memory tickled at the corners of her mind. Something told her that she would need this memory, so she tried to relax and let it come; Gohan's angry cursing blocked her attempt at catching the light fingers whispering over her brain.

Glaring at the man, she took another drag as her eyes turned towards her mate. 'I'm sorry Vegeta, I had to do something' She felt a tight calmness wash over her as his head moved a barely perceivable inch; unless you were looking at him, you wouldn't have known he moved.

"Gohan, it didn't occur to me until this accident happened that not only can things go into the wormholes, but out of them naturally as well. Pan's ship was hit, off course, by a meteor shower that came out from the correct wormhole." Disgusted with herself, Bulma flicked the cigarette out of the window, watching the small smoke rings it created disappear.

"You stupid bitch! Why didn't you just tell her to suck it up?" Holding up her hands, she silenced Gohan with that one gesture, her rage on a thin leash. Speaking through clenched teeth, she let him and his shadow see the hatred they inspired in her.

"I helped her because you are an abusive asshole that all most raped her." Spinning on her heel, Bulma headed for her lab as quickly as possible while hot tears streaked their way down her cheeks.

The entire room sat in stunned silenced; no moved or breathed, fearing that they would accidentally trip the bomb that Bulma had just left behind. Trunks was starring at Gohan with a half-smile on his face as images of his demise danced in his head. Chichi jumped when Gohan plopped down on the floor, covering his face in his hands. Videl was white, starring at her husband in horror as everything finally made sense to her after all these years.

"You lied to me," came the strangled whisper. All eyes turned to Videl's burning blue ones as she slowly stood up. Gohan reached a hand out to her, trembling.

"Videl… I didn't know. You knew I was scared to mate with you." Videl backed away from her, her small body shaking as well.

"You told me… All these years… That she was the one causing the problems… that it was her fault. I loved you, trusted you, and believed you when you said that beating her up was the only way to make her listen since she was a Saiyan." Turning, the smaller woman fled the room as her anguished wail echoed through the hallway.

Gohan sat there, starring at the floor.

"I couldn't mate with you… I couldn't… What if something happened to me? What if the power took over again?" The room watched in silence as what was once the most powerful being in the universe, curled up into a ball and cried.

I opened my eyes to greenish water as my mind sluggishly tried to recall everything that had happened. Bits and pieces floated through, but nothing made sense. I recalled someone saying this might occur and not to be scared, so I wasn't. I floated in the odd liquid feeling oddly safe as I waited for someone to set me free.

Oh my gosh, you only have one more revised chapter and then you've hit the new stuff! *Gasp*

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