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Plans

Some people hate the passing of time. They do things to avoid it, using expensive beauty treatments, or getting plastic surgery. Others wish time could go faster, so that they could hurry up and finish their work shift, or get home quicker after a hard day at school.

Whether we like it or not, time still passes; second after second, hour after hour. The seasons change, new life begins, and old life dies.

It is with this thought that I found myself laying on Trunks' bed, wrapped in denim jeans, woolly socks, and one of Trunks' huge Capsule Corp. jerseys, over the top of my thermal underwear. Even with all of this, I was cold, and so I slipped under the top blanket on his bed.

It was now the middle of winter, and the worst of the weather had set in. Although it didn't snow in West City, it still rained. A lot. Right now, it hammered against the window glass, and the wind howled along with it. Winter was always the noisiest of seasons.

Five and a half months ago, my life changed dramatically. I went from thinking I was just a little weird, to realising that I was in fact part alien, a descendant of a now extinct warrior race.

I'm sure most people would be freaked out to learn that they weren't even wholly human, but I've never really been like most people. For me, the new discovery was a blessing, bringing many benefits along with it.

My wonderful, handsome, chivalrous boyfriend was definitely one of the benefits.

"Mmm, Trunks," I began, poking my head out from under the blanket, "I'm still cold. Come cuddle me."

Trunks was presently seated at the desk in his room, typing away at his laptop. "I've almost finished," he replied, not even bothering to look up from the screen, "I've just gotta do a few more things, then I won't have to worry about work till Monday."

I huffed, pulling the blanket over my head, and curled up into a ball. I supposed I could have used my ki to warm me up, but that would have defied the purpose of trying to get Trunks' attention.

It was Saturday afternoon, but I had already finished all of my homework for the weekend on Friday night, as I always did. That way, I would have the weekend free, spending Saturdays with Trunks, and Sundays either at Mt. Paozu or at grandpa Hurcule's place.

Finally, Trunks shut his laptop down, and moved over to the bed, sliding under the blanket to lie beside me. Warm, strong arms wrapped around my middle, as he pulled me closer to him, burying his head in my hair.

"Are you feeling better now, all cosy and warm?" he murmured, while kissing my neck. "Or do you need some more rigorous activity to get all that blood pumping?"

I giggled, nuzzling into his chest. "You don't need to ask me every time you wanna make out," I mumbled back, "just kiss me."

He did just that, rolling on top of me, and trapping me underneath. He was an amazing kisser, and I couldn't stop myself from smiling.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"I love you," I giggled back.

He smiled too, one eyebrow raised. "Well, I don't really see what's exactly funny about that, but I have to say, I love you too."

We heard footsteps in the hall, and sat up, trying to look inconspicuous. It was one of Bulma's rules, sorted out in conjunction with my mum: the bedroom door had to stay open, until I was eighteen.

Trunks had grumbled profusely when Bulma had told us, but she insisted that because of my age, she had to do the responsible parent thing. Trunks had told her she was being ridiculous, at twenty-one, he had enough common sense to know what was right, but Bulma wouldn't back down.

"Hey kids," she called, still in the hallway, "I'm coming in, so no humping, okay."

Trunks buried his now red face in his hands. Unfortunately for him, Bulma was never very tactful when it came to those kinds of subjects.

She walked in, wearing layers of clothing to combat the cold. "Hey, I just wanted to ask you Pan, would you mind giving this to Chi Chi next time you see her? She left it last time she was here." She handed me a small photo album, full of photos of my grandfather and his friends.

"Sure," I replied. "I'm not sure if I'll go there tomorrow, if the weather's still like this I'm not too keen on flying around, but I'll definitely go there sometime within the next week."

"Great!" she smiled, and turned to leave. "I'm proud of you kids," she said in the doorway, her eyes shining, before leaving.

"What was that about?" I asked Trunks.

"Oh, she always gets like that every time she thinks about everyone who died. I guess it was the photo album that made her think about it today," he replied.

I put the album on the desk, and pulled Trunks back under the blanket, snuggling up so that my head lay on his chest. I had to talk to him about something, but every time I went to say it, I chickened out, and buried my head in his neck instead.

"What is it?" he asked. "You're all squirmy today, something's bothering you."

"Mmmph," I mumbled. "Promise not to say anything, until I finish? No laughing or anything?"

"Of course," he replied.

"Well," I began, "I had a dream last night."

"A dream," he said, smiling, "what about?"

"A dragon," I replied, "it was about a dragon, and a green planet. It got me thinking."

He pulled back, looking at me with a frown. "Thinking about what?"

"Dragonballs…the Namek aliens have some, right?"

"Pan," Trunks sighed, "we don't know where New Namek is. If we did, don't you think we would have gone a long time ago, to bring back the dead? Don't go filling yourself up with false hope, Panda. It would take years, decades even, to search the universe for them. Its not possible."

I went back to kissing his neck, feeling somewhat dejected by what he had just said. "But what if there's another way of finding the planet?" I mumbled.

"There isn't," he said, his voice serious. "Please, Pan, don't be silly."

"I'm not," I frowned, "and you promised not to say anything until I finished. I haven't finished yet."

He shut his mouth, obviously not happy. His lips were pressed into the thin line that only occurred when he thought something was wrong.

"King Kai," I said.

"What about him?"

"He's the Lord of the worlds, he'll know where it is. We just have to ask him," I replied.

His lips remained the same, but I saw realisation flicker in his eyes, if only for a second. "How will you ask him, Pan?" he said.

"Well Bulma said he talked to my grandpa after they fought your dad, remember," I began, speaking faster as my plan came tumbling out, "if he talked to them then, why can't we talk to him now?"

I jumped up on the bed, not caring if I looked stupid. "King Kai!" I called out. "King Kai! I wanna talk to you!"

Trunks stared at me as if I were crazy. "Pan," he said, "your grandfather was his student, that's why he talked to him. If he's watching over a million different worlds, billions of people, do you really think he'll hear you?"

I frowned at him. "How will I ever know until I try?" I said, before resuming my calling. "King Kai! KING KAI!"

"Yes, yes," came a voice from all around, "I'm here. What is it that you want?"

Shocked, I remained silent, looking at Trunks with wide eyes. He returned the look, his mouth falling open.

"Hello?" came the voice again. "This better not be a prank call."

"King Kai?" I asked quietly.

"Who else? It was me you were calling. You woke me up from my nap with all that racket."

My heart was now beating like crazy. My plan had actually worked! Either that, or I was going mad, hearing voices in my head.

"Well, my name is Pan, and I wanted to ask you something," I told the voice.

"Yes, yes, I gathered that much. Ask away."

"Well, how do you get to New Namek from Earth? Like, in a spaceship, I mean…umm, where do you send the spaceship?" I looked to Trunks, pleading for him to help me with my eyes.

"Uhh, she means, can you tell us the coordinates to the planet New Namek," Trunks said.

"Hmm," the voice said, "why exactly do you want to go to Namek, now?"

"I want to wish back my dad," I answered truthfully, "and his friends, too. I've never met them before."

"And who is your father?" the voice asked. I was surprised that he didn't already know.

"Gohan Son, the son of Goku. I think you know them," I told the Kai.

The voice spluttered, clearly in shock. "Gohan?" it asked, "you say Gohan's your father? How old are you?"

"Sixteen, almost seventeen," I answered. "I don't think he even knows I exist. He was fourteen when it, uh, happened."

A strange chocking noise seemed to come from the Kai. "Are you serious?" he asked, "fourteen?"

"Umm, yeah," I replied, "So can we have the coordinates?" I didn't really want to be discussing how young my father was with a voice from the Lord of the worlds, it just seemed too strange.

"Well who's that with you?" the voice asked.

"My name is Trunks Briefs," Trunks replied, "I'm the son of Bulma and Vegeta."

"Ahh, yes of course," the Kai said, "I remember now, you destroyed those androids. Good for you."

We were all silent for a moment, and I wondered if the Kai's connection had somehow been broken. I sat down on the bed, looking upwards and wondering what would happen next.

"You want to wish Gohan back? And the others?" the voice asked, more serious than before.

"Is that possible?" I asked it back.

"Yes, yes it is. Not Goku, though. His death was a natural one, so the dragonballs will not work on him. He'll have to remain in Otherworld, but the others, they can all be wished back."

"Are they with you?" I asked the voice. "I've been told warriors train with you."

"Yes, they're all here. Even Vegeta, unfortunately. He's always causing trouble."

"What?" Trunks asked. "My father's with you? Not in hell?"

"No. Goku intervened when it came time for Yemma to give judgment," the Kai replied, "Goku told Yemma that he wouldn't help him keep those in hell out of trouble anymore, unless Yemma allowed Vegeta to keep his body and train on my planet. Goku wanted to have Vegeta as a sparring partner, he was a little bored before that."

"Wow," Trunks mumbled, more to himself than anyone, "wait till mum hears about this."

"Will they want to come back?" I asked the Kai.

"I imagine so," he replied. "I'm sure they would. How about I ask them, if they say yes, I'll get back to you, and tell you New Namek's location then."

"Yeah!" I said, feeling excited, "that's great! Thank you!"

"You're welcome, child," he replied. "Would you like me to inform Gohan of your, uh, existence?"

"Oh, yeah," I said, thinking it over, "I guess you should. He has to find out sometime. Tell him I'm Videl's daughter."

"Videl. All right, I'll ask them and contact you later," the voice replied. "Nice talking to you."

"Yeah. Thanks again!" I yelled, waving at the ceiling.

"Pan, honey," came Bulma's voice from the door, "who are you speaking to?" She looked concerned, eyeing me up as if I were going crazy.

"You didn't hear him, mum?" Trunks asked. "It was King Kai. Pan called him and he answered. We might be getting the coordinates to New Namek."

"New…Namek?" she asked, her hand placed over her heart. "You mean…they might…come back?"

"Maybe," Trunks replied. "King Kai's going to ask them if they want to return. If they say yes, they will. Mum, dad didn't go to hell. He went to King Kai's planet with the rest of them."

"What? Vegeta?" she asked. By now she had sunk to the ground, leaning back on the doorframe for support, and appeared to be in a daze. "Vegeta might come back," she whispered to herself.

It was no secret that neither Bulma nor my grandmother had ever moved on after the death of their partners. I think the reason behind this is the fact that they already know what happens when a person dies, and they both knew that they would, hopefully, be able to see their loved ones again someday, even if they had to wait decades before they could.

"Oh, poor Nana," I said, suddenly realising that she still wouldn't get her husband back. "Grandpa won't be wished back."

"Why not?" Bulma asked, already back to her usual self.

"Goku's death was a natural one," Trunks replied. "Not even the Namek dragon can revive someone after a natural death."

Bulma looked at the ground, picking at the carpet absentmindedly. "At least she'll have her son back," she said eventually, "I don't know what I'd do if I lost my boy."

Trunks moved over to Bulma, picking her up and holding her to his chest. She wept on his shoulder, great sobs coming from her body. "Its okay mum," Trunks said to her quietly, kissing the top of her head. "Everything's going to be good now."

I smiled to myself, a great big grin making its way across my face.

I would finally meet my dad.

A/N: I've read fanfictions that say the dragonballs can only revive people within a year of their death...is that true for the earth dragonballs? I can't ever remember seeing it in the series... Anyway, if that is the case with the Earth dragonballs, its not for the Namek ones. I figure this from the fact that the namek year is around 180 Earth days if I can remember right, and at least Tien and Chiaoztu are wished back over 180 days after their death (they have to wait for a whole Namek year to pass after Yamcha's resurrection before they can come back too). I just wanted to point that out now, in case anyone thought of it...I say that there's no limit in terms of time when wishing back people with the Namek dragonballs.

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