Chapter ten. Hey, there are only a few more chapters left in this story. Thanks to everyone for sticking in with me and this insane plot.

Disclaimer: nothing in here bleongs to me, cept vegeta. The little one. Er littler one is mine. I made him up, stole the name.

Gohan stepped closer, looking between his Videl and the other. "Is that really you Videl?"

F Videl nodded, scooting closer to her husband. "Who are you?" Gohan looked confused. "I am Gohan, gohan son. Are you videl satan?"

"Yes. Gohan..." she glanced over at F Trunks. "Wasn't your best friend named Gohan honey?"

F Trunks nodded, smiling sheepishly at Gohan. At that, Videl stepped forward. One arm cradling the tiny Pan, she looped the other one through Gohans arm. "What the hell is going on? This is me, and why is that guy named Trunks?"

Gohan shrugged, looking at his wife with the trademarked Son grin. "Well, its complicated. Trunks here is from the future, an alternate future. " he added quickly as she opened her mouth to argue. "He came here years ago to worn us about the androids. Since then we have been good friends, but we have not see eachother in years."

Videl nodded, eyes slitted. "There is stil so much I have to learn about this group." she muttered to herself. Goku came up, looking at the boy in F Videls arms. With a quick nodd from the boys mother, he picked him up and set him on his shoulders.

"and who are you little man?" Vegeta froze, using the little word around him often had this effect.

Little Vegeta smirked, pushing a fist into the air. " I am Vegeta Goku Breifs. Prince of Saiyains!" Vegeta smirked, but flinched slightly. Turning to his future son, he bristled.

"you named him Goku? How could you even think to put the royal name of Vegeta next to the ridicolouse earth name given to that FOOL?" He pointed at Goku, finger jabbing the air next to him.

"Calm down dad!" F Trunks put both hands up, warding himself from his fathers pointing finger. "We both agreed that those two names were the most suitable for him. No offense but there are no full blooded saiyains in my time line. Both of you are dead." He turned toward goku slightly. "which brings me to my new question. How is goku back from the dead? I thought you did not want to be washed off, and who the hell is that next to Chichi?"

I sighed, placing a hand over my eyes. "come in Trunks, we will explain the whole last twelve years or so too you, and you explain it from your end." I walked to the door. "Shall we?"

Soon they all followed me inside. Five and a half hours later, we were sitting around the living room, staring at eachother in disbeleif. F Trunks had done so much in his time, and when he meet Videl on the side of that house as they were painting it, it was so romantic. Gohan and F Trunks soon cleared up the whole Videl problem, and at the moment both of them were cooing over Pan, and the young child still in F Videls womb. Videl laughed, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Why, raising a Saiyain is hard work! Don't you agree?"

F Videl nodded, holding in a laugh. "Why, when Vegeta learned he could fly, Trunks had to put a leash around his waist so we would know where he was! He just kept taking off into the air every chance he got."

Both women laughed, as we all looked on. At the moment Little Vegeta was sitting in the corner, playing blocks with Bulla. He sat close to her, putting the blocks near her when she reached for them.

Chichi sighed. "So, Trunks. You never thought to get the namekian dragon balls and wish everyone back?"

"Well, Chichi, we tried that, but the namekians would not give me the dragonballs, no matter how long I begged them."

"Why in the world would they not give you the balls?" I seethed, hating that my son would have had to beg. "Did you tell them I was your mother?"

F Trunks swallowed, blushing slightly. "Yes I did. That was not the problem, the issue was with..." he trailed off, trying to think of a way to phrase it so as to not offend his father.

"It was the fact of his father." Vegeta interjected. "They refused to give you the dragon balls because I was your father, correct?"

I looked at him, surprised that he would ever think of such a thing.

"Why in the hell not!" I turned to F Trunks. "Is it true?"
He nodded. I got us, screeching. "And where the hell was your mother to disprove them! Where was she when you were being insulted!"

A look passed over both F Trunks and F Videls faces.

Vegeta caught the look, cutting me off. "What happened to your mother boy?" he stared at F Trunks, making him pull his gaze from his father.

"She...she died years ago. Just after Vegeta was born." he sighed, obviously still missing his mother.

F Videl rubbed his arms. From the look on everyone faces, she could see we were all thinking the same thing. Bulma had died without even seeing Trunk's father again.

"Tell them the rest Trunks." she cooed. I looked over at him, at the way he looked at her.

"If you think it will do any good." He turned to us, hand clenched in F Videls. "The night mom passed, I was standing outside our bedroom. She had been sick for a while, and now she was getting worse. She called out softly to you..father. When she died of course. I heard it, and then her heart stopped."

For a milisecond, Vegeta's eyes flashed. "That was when I felt than yours..but still familiar. I woke Videl up to tell her that mom had died, and we both left Vegeta in the crib. Just as we got to the door, someone walked out from the wall." sighing, he looked around at all the faces waitng for him to finish the story. "He came right out of the wall, and strode past us, into her room. We chased after him, not beleiving it. Opening the door, showed him leaning down to mom. He pulled something from her, and turned to face us. Now.. you can believe me if you want, but we both saw it that night. He had moms soul cradled in his arm, and he gave me a two finger salute before they both dissipated."

All of us were speechless. Finally Son broke the silence. "Who was it Trunks."

At that, he flashed us a weary smile. "My father. He came to collect my mother."

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