Goten and his father flew back to to Kame House, where Bulma and Trunks were temporarily staying. There, they met the rest of their friends. Krillin was the first to see them. He told the others to come out. They immediately did so. Goten walked up to Trunks. They both headed inside. Bulma noticed someone was
missing.
"Goku?" Bulma asked. "Wh-where's Vegeta?"
Goku gave off a big sigh. He looked down at his feet. Immediately, everyone knew what that meant.
"N...no..." Bulma clapped her hands over her mouth. "Not him. Not my Vegeta...n-not again..."
Yamcha carefully walked over to Bulma and put his hand over her shoulder. Tears started to come down her cheeks.
"Bulma..." Yamcha tried to comfort her. Videl advised him to take Bulma inside. Yamcha agreed to. He aided his friend inside the house while Goku told the rest what had happened. When they walked inside, there was no sign of Goten or Trunks. He helped Bulma up the stairs and told her to get some rest. They hugged each other. Yamcha made sure she was comfortabl. Once she was, he walked over to the door.
"Everything is going to be okay, Bulma." Yamcha said quietly before closing the door. As the door closed, he took in a deep breath. He walked to the back door of Kame House and flew off.

In the Upper World, Bulla was sitting alone in her room. Knowing her so-called Grandfather, he would make sure Vegeta would not any involvement with them. She buried her face in her pillow, crying. A knock sounded upon her door.
"Leave me alone!" she said through her pillow. The person kept on knocking. "Go away, Dabura! I just want to be left alone!"
"Bulla," a familiar voice said. "Bulla, it's me; Pan."
Bulla looked up. Her eyes were red from crying. She was wearing a sleeveless shirt she wore for training and sweatpants. She got off her bed and walked over to the door. Standing there, was Pan wearing her training outfit as well, along with a backwards cap. Bulla stepped aside and allowed her in. Bulla's room was just as simple as Pan's room. She was still treated the same as Pan. Their trainers, Dabura and Babidi, always made sure they were comfortable. They have proven to
themselves that they have changed.

They stood together, looking out the window of Bulla's room. All they saw were orange clouds. Being dead was a peaceful thing, but it did feel a bit boring to them at times. Tears were still dripping from Bulla's eyes.
"My mother must be devastated right now." Bulla said. "Losing her daughter and husband in one month?"
"Losing one is never easy, Bulla." Pan told her. "I can still hear the tears of my mother in my sleep."
"You have other family members who can look after her. My mother only has Trunks."
"Trunks is a strong Half-Saiyan, Bulla." Pan assured her. "Both you and I have seen him fight.
"A Half-Saiyan isn't enough." Bulla admitted. "Compared to my brother, you have a full Saiyan Grandfather, a Grandfather who is a World Martial Arts Champion, and a Half-Saiyan Uncle. That's just the start of it!"
"That's why Trunks isn't alone!" Pan put a hand on her shoulder. "Grandpa Goku has known your mother since he was a boy. He would never let anyone lay a damn hand on her!"
Bulla felt a little better after that. They were quiet for a moment.
"You're my best friend Bulla," Pan told her. "I would never let anyone hurt your family. I sure as hell won't let King Vegeta do anything to you."

Bulla laid her head on Pan's shoulders. She started to stroke her hair. She wiped the leftover tears from Bulla's eyes. Soon enough, the girls found themselves mouth to mouth. Their kiss lasted for a few seconds when a sudden knock sounded on Bulla's door. They immediately pulled each other apart. Bulla cleared her throat.
"It's opened." she said.

The door opened. Standing there was one of the people whop worked for the training area.
"Dabura wanted me to let you girls know that dinner is ready if you are hun-" he paused when Pan stepped into the picture. They both had a scared confused look on their faces. "Are you two alright?"
"Yeah." Bulla gave off a light chuckle. "Wh-why wouldn't we be?"
"There seems to be something...off about you two."
Pan and Bulla just looked at each other and shrugged it off. The man just raised an eyebrow. "Anyway," he went back to the original subject. "if you two girls are hungry, there is food ready."
"OK!" Bulla smiled. "Thanks!"
He gave off an awkward smile and closed the door. The girls gave each other a big sigh of relief.
"I'm...just...uh..." Pan tried to say.
"Oh, yeah." Bulla stuttered. "See you later."
Pan gave off a wry smile. She opened the door and left the room. Bulla plopped onto her bed She slid her hands down her face, looking up at the ceiling.
"What the hell just happened?' she asked herself.

With the building being destroyed and Cell and his gang in a new spot, Bulma took the others to the spot.
"So," Trunks said. "This is where my father died. I have always wondered that."
Goten elbowed him in the hip. He grunted. They just stared. Goku was the one who was the first to pay his respects to a fallen hero.
"Vegeta..." he started off by saying. "You and I had our differences. You grew up on our home planet, whereas I did not. I was sent here to this planet with a puyrpose. That purpose was to destroy it. Yet, here Earth still stands. I never
understood my race until you came along. When I defeated you, you were angered and only had one purpose; to get stronger and beat me."
He was silent for a few moments. Trunks walked up to Goku.
"I think you have said enough, Goku." he put his hand on his shoulder. He helped Goku up from the ground. They each took turns saying something about Vegeta. After Goten and Trunks had their turn, They flew up to the Lookout to meet with the others who did not attend.

A door opened to let in light into a dark room. A shadow appeared and put down a tray. The only light the room had was coming from the small window above the prisoner's head.
"Eat." the figure standing by the door said.
"I don't understand this..." a little boy's voice said. "Why am I here?"
The figure was silent. He walked in closer. He sighed as he stepped in. "I know this is all confusing to you, son."
He kneeled down where his face was finally in the light. There kneeled Red. He was face to face with his two-year old son. Cell gave his son the ability to speak early. "but, trust me. Without these guys, you wouldn't be here today. I can't lose you Kalo."
A tear dropped from Red's cheek. Kalo caught it in his hand. He closed it and looked at his father. He smiled and pulled his father in closer for a hug.
"I love you, my son." he whispered in his ear.
"I love you too, father."
Red walked out of the dark room and closed the door. There, waiting for him, stood King Cold.
"Are you sure this will work?" he asked Frieza's father.
"Of course, Red." King Cold put his hand on Red's back and they walked away. King Cold looked back at a camera and smiled. In the security room, Cell was watching with Ginyu and CellMa.
"I still say get rid of them before things get too far out of hand." Ginyu said. CellMa walked up.
"Allow me to get rid of them, m'lord." she volunteered. They both looked over at her. Cell smirked.
"As much as I appreciate your offer, my sweet." Celled chuckled. "I cannot allow you top do such a thing. For now, we must keep Red on our side."
"Sir, need I remind you of happened the last time we waited too long?"
Once that was heard, Cell was boiling on the inside. His hands turned into fists and he slammed on the desk. CellMa and Ginyu jumped.
"I told you to NEVER mention that AGAINB!"
Ginyu gulped and backed away. "I'm sorry, sir." he apologized. "It will not happen.
"You better be damn sure of that." Cell responded with a serious look on his face. "Now, go send out Javis to do his next task."
Ginyu bowed his head and walked out of the room. Cell started to rub his chin. Thoughts were running through his head. He was starting to think that maybe he should quicken things up. He motioned to CelMa. She walked forward. CVell turned around and looked at her.
"Yes, m'lord?"
"I need you to promis me something."
"Anything you desire."
"If I succumb to to him in anyway," he started off by saying. He looked at her
with wide eyes. "...kill him."
"S-sir...?"
"There can only be one Emperor of this world." Cell responded. "I am to reach that goal."
"Y-you need him."
"For now, my sweet." he admitted. "but, there is something in me that makes me feel that Ginyu is correct."
They were silent for a moment. He looked over at her again. He walked closer to her. "Promise me."
CellMa sighed. "I promise."