( SO! I wrote around 5k words for this story last week, and for some reason the Doc-Manager isn't working for a lot of accounts (mine included!) So I had to break the story down into 2-3 small parts, so I'm sorry for the inconvenience! As always, thank you so much for reading. )

Although she was busy with trying to send some papers to her headquarters, and trying to feed her toddler breakfast, Bulma still had a sharp eye on in Gohan.

The young teen was playing with her toddler son, and seemed entertained, but the look she was giving the son of Goku and Chichi wasn't suspicion, it was sadness.

Calina had been dead for over a year, and everyone had to heal with the recent death of both her and Goku.

They had tried to bring her back to life using the Dragon Balls, but the Dragon refused to grant their wish. He wasn't specific, and when they tried to get answers he became agitated and pushed them to their next wish.

They had come to the conclusion that either she was alive somehow and didn't want to return, or that she had been revived once before somehow, and the dragon was unable to bring her back.

King Kai had spoken through Goku, and promised he would try to get to the bottom if it, but Gohan hadn't telepathically spoken to his father in over ten months.

The recent birth of Goten had kept everyone busy, and Gohan had come to North City to get some things for his mother when he decided to stop in and see Trunks and Bulma.

" How are things going with the new baby? "

Bulma had laid out a few documents onto her counter, and was continuing to sort the crisp, clean sheets of paper as she spoke to Gohan.

Gohan was uncharacteristically quiet, he shrugged his shoulders and pushed a smile. He didn't make eye contact with her, but he answered all of her questions.

" Moms doing great, and Goten's beginning to cry a lot less. She had me come to town to get somethings for her and the baby. "

Bulma nodded in reply and continued her busy work.

She'd noticed him begin to take on an uncharacteristic drop in energy. He'd seem to be visiting less and less, and even when he did come to the city he seemed.. lost.

She liked to have Trunks play with him or give him busy work to do, she even conned Vegeta into sparing with him one time to try to get his charisma up.

Nothing seemed to be working.

" Could you maybe watch him for a quick minute while I run these out to the other room? "

Bulma scooped up the papers infront of her and shot the question at him with a soft smile.

Gohan only glanced up at her and slowly nodded before looking back down to the toddler.

Bulma quickly ran to the other room, briefly putting her face into her hands as she could feel her blood pressure begin to rise.

She wanted to help him, but nothing seemed to be working.

She faxed the papers to her headquarters and returned to the livingroom area in large home.

They both were right where she left them. Trunks was standing now, and he loved to run at his mother full force, not yet realizing how strong he was. Gohan was quick to grab the racing toddler before he bull headed his mother.

" So, give your mom a present for me! You've been such a huge helper around here it's the least I can do for the new baby. "

Bulma spoke with a wild grin, she had planned to give these things to Chichi in person, but she was hoping it would cheer up his spirits.

The capsule that she gave him had tons of Trunks's old baby stuff in it and some new things she figured Chichi might need.

" Thanks. "

Gohan smiled up at her, but it was short lived, as within a few moments the artificial gesture would fade and his shoulders would once again slouch as his spirits dropped.

" Gohan, honey.. If you ever need anything, please don't hesitate to ask. "

Bulma's voice sincerely pulled at him. Seeing him hurt in anyway hurt her to her core.

" Thanks Bulma. "

The night of the incident had caused some kind of primal instinct in her to take over.

Going back to Earth no longer mattered, seeing her friends no longer mattered, the only thing that did matter, was survival.

Another year had passed and within that year, so much had changed.

Calina had taken it upon herself to raise Tulse's child herself. Although she may not have realized it, Turnig reminded her of home, and gave her a feeling of peace.

For the early part of her days, she'd train by herself, and then have lunch and train with Tulse. After that she was sometimes given a task to do for him outside the ship, or she had free time to spend with Turnig,

The, now growing toddler, had picked up on Calina's hobbies and liked to use some of the words she often used. She was a good distraction for her, and the stronger the child became the less she dwelled on her abusive father.

Calina had grown a few inches, and perfected a few of her techniques in the while she was gone, her rigorous, and often violent training under Tulse, had allowed her to reach levels she never knew she could. The level known as Super Saiyan, to her, was now a joke.

Calina's body had shifted upwards and out, as her hips began to widen and her body mature as the year pulled on. She had finally gotten the courage to grow her hair out more, pulling it back for her training.

The few times Tulse had reached out to pull it for leverage, Calina had managed to fight him away. She was on a constant schedule, of training, eating and spending any free time she had with Turnig.

The child aged and grew, and before Calina knew it, she was flying and learning to create Chi waves.

The more time that passed, the less she looked at the photo of Gohan and the others, their faces becoming less and less clear in her mind.

She wasn't sure if she would ever forget them, but she knew the memories she did have of them would soon disappear with the more time that went by.

There was an unexplainable ache in her stomach and throat from time to time, and for those moments she'd remember him.

Gohan was the only constant thing she'd seen in the far reaches of her mind, and even he was almost completely gone.

The ache and sickness that seemed to completely bring her to her knees was fading, as with each over powering moment she began to think of him, she remembered that the only way she could protect him and everyone else, was to never go back.

It was on her Sixteenth birthday that her mind finally shifted, and came to the realization that she might need to go back.

She'd finally reached The Second Super Saiyan form, and the amount of power her body could now contain, seemed limitless.

The female Super Saiyan form was similar to the male counterparts, but at the same time it was unique, and every time she did transform in front of Tulse, she could swear she could hear him gasp.

Calina's bright blue eyes would suddenly shift to a vibrant green, and her black locks of hair would transform to a golden blonde. Her body, unlike the males, wouldn't protrude out as much. Although her muscles were as strong and powerful, they seemed more toned then bulked out. Her hair wasn't rigid or messed, instead, any time she transformed it went from its normally waved state, to a smooth, soft and strait nature.

Compared to the more beast like males, the females looked more godlike, more angelic.

Her second form was no different, but she did notice that her height grew when she transformed, and there was a slight difference in her tail, as the normally dark color shifted to a lighter brown, appearing almost blonde.

She'd just finished training with Tulse and was preparing to eat when she was ambushed, and was nearly tackled to the ground.

" Leena! "

Turnig had surprised her and nearly sent her to the floor. The young child was just barely seven, and could already reach a super Saiyan level.

Tulse had only begun to take some interest in the child, and Calina knew it was because she had reached such a superior level at such a young age.

Turnig had her training attire on, and Calina felt the child tightly hold onto her shoulders and back. She eventually gave in and gave her a piggyback ride, as she made her way to the commissary.

" So Tulse said I get to train with you after dinner, Aunt leena! "

Turnig was excited at the thought of training with her mentor, and even though she was exhausted, she would give into what ever demands the small Saiyan requested.

Turnig had shoulder length hair that was black and very curly, often she had it up in a ponytail or bun. The child had beautiful light brown eyes and bronzed skin, like her father.

Calina agreed, and after a small meal, the two retreated to the training hall.

Turnig was fast and small, which Calina sometimes had a problem with. She had also made the mistake of teaching most of the moves she knew, to Turnig, so the child knew how to not only make, but counter attack nearly all of her attacks.

They worked on foot speed and spared for just over two hours before Calina admitted defeat and they left.

After another small meal, and short story, Calina walked Turnig to her room for bed.

" You never finished the story from last night. "

Turnig scolded Calina, and she smiled and looked ahead of them, trying not to laugh.

" Well, that's because I can't remember."

The small child wasn't sure if she believed Calina, but she didn't press the subject. Calina would often tell stories that Zero had told her, or stories she, herself, had gone through. Last night she'd accidently started to tell the story of how she found Earth.

She hadn't forgotten, but her mind did have a hard time putting all of the pieces together.

" I don't want to go to bed yet.."

Turnig grumbled and sighed, continuing to complain about how it was too early and how she wasn't tired yet.

" What's the most important thing we can do to get stronger? "

Calina spoke calmly, sitting down on the bed next to Turnig, and pulling the blanket up and to the child's shoulders.

" Sleep." Turnig sighed and flashed an angry look at Calina.

Calina smiled and nodded, " In order to get stronger, your body needs rest to recover. "

Turnig quieted down, settling in and listened as Calina listed off the things they were going to do tomorrow.

" The sooner you get to sleep, the more we can do tomorrow. "

Calina bent down and kissed the child's cheek, but Turnig quickly pushed her away and smiled.

" Goodnight. "

" Night.."

Calina's body had grown accustomed to seeing Tulse during the day, during training or sometimes during the missions she'd been given. It was when she saw him at night that.. That was when she could feel the unfamiliar feeling of fear, rise up in her.

It never ended well.

Tulse had made it very clear why he had taken her, he'd kidnapped her in hopes of starting a new race of Saiyan. He'd ambushed her a few times, most of which were just meant to make her feel powerless and to scare her. He was so much stronger than her that he knew she could never get away, and he loved it.

He fed off of it. All of the screaming and fear that Calina did and felt when he attacked her. It gave him power.

Normally they only lasted a matter of seconds, but she knew if it happened again, something bad might happen.

She was so much stronger now than she was when she was a child, and anytime he tried to overpower her, she could feel her pride take a hit. She wanted to be able to destroy him, she just wasn't strong enough, yet.

She'd put Turnig to sleep and made her way to her bedroom where no one was waiting for her.

A deep sigh left her body as she shoulders relaxed, and her mind began to ease. Tomorrow's training would be especially brutal, and she knew she needed a full night sleep.

" Calina.."

She could hear her name called, but she didn't want to move.

" She's sleeping, leave her be. "

A new voice rang in, one she knew, but couldn't put a face to it.

" But she's going to miss dinner.."

This voice again, and Calina could feel her chest tighten and her breathing increase.

" Calina, you're going to miss dinner, wake up! "

Calina could hear the voice again, and feel a familiar touch on her shoulder as the person bent down to speak in her ear. She knew this voice, she could swear she did. She just needed to wake up.

She felt a warm breath on her neck as the person bent down and spoke to her again.

" Calina.."

The hairs on her neck and back began to stand on end as a wide grin spread across her face and her eyes began to swell with tears. She recognized it, she was sure of it. It had to be him, no one else had ever made her feel like this.