As the pair flew away from that small island of master Roshi's Kakarot knew that he and that small, weak boy would likely meet again. It was only the when and how of the meeting that was unknown to him. Bulma, of course, held onto him like a lifeline, which in many ways was fair. He was after all the only thing keeping her from meeting the uncaring ground below. Oddly enough, however she felt no fear being nearly a thousand feet up nor the knowledge he could drop her. She knew somehow that he wouldn't.

"Bul...Bulma the dragon ball". Kakarot said pulling her back to the here and now. They were now stopped in midair with the air now only strong enough to move her hair in small movements. She at once pulled out the dragon radar and answered him.

"Oh...sorry. It's 2,128 miles due north". Bulma replied. Her cheeks were now a light color of pink. With the needed knowledge in hand, the two soon blasted off again at an ever greater speed.

-

(Capsule Corporation)

Date: Unknown.

"You sure about this"? A female voice asked in the darkness of the room. A voice of worry. A voice he loved with every fiber of his being. He knew of course what was being asked by her and try as he may he knew it was really the only plan that could maybe possibly work. He needed to tell them of the grave threat that would soon befall the planet. Maybe with more people at his side, he could stop this nightmare from ever coming to pass.

"Yes, mother I am. I'll be back as soon as I can". Trunks said before giving the blue-haired woman a kiss and hug. The woman's much smaller form seemed to almost embed itself into his own. But he knew in his heart that this would soon end and when it did he slowly climbed inside and closed the cockpit with a loud hiss. The hissing sound telling them both that this plan was now locked in place. Setting the time the ship soon lifted off the ground. In mere seconds all he could see was a mess of color. Outside he and the ship seemed to stop existing. In truth, he was just falling back through time. Homes that had long since been forgotten by man soon started to reform. Streets that hadn't seen a car in more than a decade soon started to be filled with cars, pick-ups, and of course people. Trees lost and regained their leaves over and over again in a span of seconds. But something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong of that he could tell. The seasons that had passed outside the glass of the cockpit were far too many. Looking down he saw he had somehow inputted the wrong date. He knew now that this was now a one-way trip. The ship just didn't have the power needed to make more than two jumps. Not without his mother at any rate and she was at best sixteen or seventeen now and so he waited to be dropped back into normal space.

-

Kakarot and Bulma were nearing the area the dragon ball was when the sound of something forced the two to watch as a ship seemed to appear from thin air and crash into the side of a hill with a thud. Kakarot landed and Bulma removed herself from his arms. Clicking his scouter his eyes widened by the reading.

"Five million...that's impossible nobody can be that strong"! Kakarot said to himself. He was sure the thing was acting up and that this was clearly a fake reading. No sooner had he had that thought the ship made a hissing sound and his mind turned to that. Trunks pulled himself out of the now useless ship. A small cut and a few ribs being broken were nothing to him. His long blue tail moved to and fro before it wrapped itself around his side. His eyes moved over the land slowly. Somebody was nearby. He could feel their power level. He had picked it up a second before the ship had landed. A power level of 1,000 could only mean one person. His father. He was unsure how to feel about meeting his father. Mother had always made it a point to never cover him much past the basics. He died fighting a powerful foe and that was the end of that. He had stopped asking after his tenth birthday when she had sent him into the wall by a kick that would have killed a lesser being. But he was a Saiyan. He was the son of Kakarot and Bulma. He wouldn't die by a pitiful kick. Not even one by his own mother. His saiyan pride would never allow it. Stepping unto the cool ground he turned and faced his father or who would one day be his father. He was right now a kid but if his date was right his mother was nearby.

"Hello, my names Trunks. What's yours"? He asked. His father eyed him closely. Something was off about this human. Was it his smell? No, that was likely not it. Was it his odd hair color? Maybe, it was a blue color and to date, he knew of only one person with that color. But maybe it was a normal color he had only known a few humans after all. Then it hit him. It was a small thing and at first, he may have missed it but he had seen it. Something moved. Something with fur. In seconds Kakarot was upon the newcomer his fist ready to embed itself into his face. At least that was the plan before the man stopped the attack and kicked him away. Powering up he was again stopped when he moved his attack skyward before a kick sent him flying into a sizeable tree.

"Stop I wish only to speak". Trunks said. Bulma by this point having walked into the open. As soon as he saw her his heart raced. His mother was always a sight to behold but now he could understand why father mated with her. She was as sexy as all hell. However, she didn't have the hunger for battle in our eyes that he knew so well. No, she hid away like a weak human. Odder still was her power level. It was downright pitiful being a lowly five. Five. What the hell was going on here. Surely she was holding back otherwise something was amiss besides his inputting skills.

"That's a Capsule Corporation logo...is it not"? Bulma asked upon seeing the logo. Trunks at once span around.

"Stupid I knew I should have picked something else". He said to himself feeling like a tool. "It is...good eye". He said his back still to her.

"Do I know you...you look f..."? Bulma began before Kakarot shot forward and kicked the older male hard. For his work, his head was pushed an inch to the side.

"OwO" Kakarot's face seemed to say before he was once again sent flying. That seemed to pull her to him giving him time to relax. Everything would be fine he had time. More time than he had ever planned on having. But he was a man out of time. Even if he left him being here messed with the timeline. A whole new set of issues were being set into place. Forces great and small were being awoken by his being here. One of them being a man by the name of Emperor Pilaf.