You see a dimly lit stage, with alannapurple standing in front of the mike. "Hey again, everyone. I know, I know, I meant to have this come up earlier, but I had an attack of inspiration for two other fics and I HAD to write those. And no one reviewed the last chapter!! Well one person did. 'squirrel doesn't count, 'cause I  was after her for over a week to get her to read and review it."

"What do you mean I don't count?" callmesquirrel calls from her drum set in the back of the stage. Alannapurple frown, and snaps her fingers. A gag appears around 'squirrel's mouth. As hard as she tries to remove it, the gag won't come off of 'squirrels mouth. "Well it seems I've found a way to deal with our little 'pest control' problem... Anyway, kristy won the quiz question, because she was the only one who reviewed with an answer. And the answer to your guesses are, in order, no, yes, and sort of. This chapter might explain a little bit, but being as I haven't wrote it yet, I'm not sure How long this chapter will be... I'll try to make it really long..... I hope..." alannapurple stretches. "Okay, I don't own DBZ, kristy, you can pick up your cookie crumbs after this chap. Let the show begin!" The curtain falls.

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Previously on 'Going Back'

**He chuckled slightly, and scratched the back of his head. "Oh yeah, huh." He put his arm down, and looked around, as if trying to find something.

Kara was slowly losing her patience with this guy. "Is there something else?" she asked when he didn't leave.

"I guess. Do any of you live on this street?"

All three girls nodded. "In the apartments down the street," Mal added.

The boy brightened. "Really? Do any of you know Kara Son?"**

Kara paled slightly. "Why?" she croaked.

"I'm just supposed to find her." He narrowed his eyes. "Say, are you Kara?"

She swallowed, but her throat was tight and it was hard. So she just nodded. He brightened greatly. "My names Brett Son, your mom's my cousin on my dad's side. I'm here with my uncle on business, and since he's currently at your house, he told me to come here and find you. He said you could keep me out of trouble." Kara raised her eyebrows. "And I talk to much."

"Really," Mal said sarcastically. "I didn't notice."

Brett laughed, and grinned. "I make a very bad business man, but my choice was either that, or to go into fighting like my dad and I'm not a very good fighter."

Kara laughed politely. Her head was spinning slightly from this, first from what her mom told her on Friday, to seeing her dad for the first time ever, and now a cousin from Japan. It was a little overwhelming, but she didn't want it to show.

"So you're from Japan, right?" Mal asked, a little anxiously.

Brett nodded, hesitantly, confused by her sudden change in attitude towards him.

Kara saw the hesitance and confusion, and suddenly remembered her manners. "Oh! Brett, this is Claire, and Mal," she told him, pointing them out respectively.

"Hello. Mal. What an interesting nickname. What does it stand for, Malformed?" Brett said, teasingly.

Mal ground her teeth. "Mallory," she practically barked.

Brett saw her tense. "Sorry. And yes, I'm from Japan. The company I work for is based there."

Kara and Claire both exchanged a glance at that, and braced themselves for Mal's reaction. Her eyes got wide, actually, she started glowing, and she looked, well, excited. "What company would that be?" she asked, leaning forward to him.

He sat down at the table, and looked down at it. "I um, don't think you would have heard of it..." he mumbled.

"Oh, I doubt that," Kara cut in. "Mal is practically obsessed. If it's a company large enough to come to America for a convention, that's what you're here for right, the Industrial Revolution Convention thingy, right?" Brett nodded. "Well if it's big enough for that, then Mal knows about it. And she knows every thing about it." Brett looked a little doubtful. "Ask her."

Mal looked at him anxiously. "Fine," he gave in. "Capsule Corps."

"Really? Even I've heard of that," Claire replied. Kara nodded. It was a big, no huge, company, even in the Stated.

Brett shrugged, then turned to Mal. "So, what do you know about it?"

Mal looked as though she might start hyperventilating any moment from sheer excitement. "Well, it's the richest and largest company in Japan, and probably the whole world, and it makes things called 'capsules' which can contain almost anything, from clothes to a house. They're somewhat illegal in America, because they could be used to transport illegal drugs." Brett nodded, urging her to continue. "And the president, is so cute. Oh!" Mal turned around, and pulled her purse off the back of her chair and started rummaging through it. "I found an old picture of him from a magazine, but I don't think he looks this good anymore."

"You keep a photo of him in you purse?" Brett asked, bewildered. Mal nodded absently.

"Wow. I didn't even know that." Kara's eyes were a little wide.

"Well you don't know everything, do you?" Mal told her in a teasing voice. "Here it is!" She plopped the picture on the table. "Trunks Briefs. Was, for about 8 years running, the world's most eligible Bachelor. I don't know why he's not anymore, unless he got married."

Kara stopped listening after she said him name, because she had banged her head on the table, loudly. So that was where she'd heard his name from before. From Mal. And that Brett was a closer cousin than through his father, if her dad was his uncle. Okay, so her father was the owner of an extremely rich company. So what? She hit her head again. This time Mal noticed.

"Kara, are you okay?"

Kara laughed, slightly insanely, and shook her head "no". "I'm gonna be fine, though. But I doubt you'll be able to snatch this one up, Mal. That's the guy who's over at my house right now."

Mal's eyes went wider than should be humanly possible. She turned to Brett. "You're related to Trunks Briefs?" she squawked. (a/n squawked, not squeaked. There is a difference.)

Brett nodded, slightly embarrassed. "He's my mom's older brother. Actually, he and my dad are bested friends, and..." He looked and Kara as though he wanted to say more, but then thought better of it. Kara was pretty sure of what he was going to add.

Mal didn't catch it. "And what?"

"And nothing," Kara said firmly, with a touch of warning towards Brett. They all caught that.

Claire stood up, and announced that she was heading to the bathroom to "freshen up" and she asked Mal to come with her. Mal almost declined, but both Claire and Kara glared at her until she agreed to go. So then, Kara and Brett were alone in the mostly empty coffee shop.

"This may sound a bit odd, but were you listening on another phone on Friday when Uncle Trunks called your mom?" Brett asked.

Kara agreed with that it was an odd question, and she was a bit taken back at first. Then she nodded. "Me too," Brett said after her nod.

"And?" Kara asked.

"I know."

Kara almost asked, "Know what?", but then she remembered the end of the conversation and the chat with her mom. She didn't actually believe all of what her mother told her, but she knew the main fact was true. "I know too."

"Good. 'Cause if you didn't, I might have told you, and Uncle Trunks would have gotten mad at me. He doesn't always act like it, but he does work out a lot, and he can e dangerous when he gets mad." He shuddered slightly.

Kara thought a minute. "What did you mean by you would have gone into fighting? I mean, my mom never told me anything about when she was in Japan, so it's probably something I should know, but I don't. So please fill me in, at least a little bit."

"Well, my dad owns a gym, and he used to compete in the World Martial Arts Tournaments. I think he came really close to winning it a couple of times, but..." his voice trailed off.

"But what? Ya know, if you keep doing that, I'm gonna get really annoyed, really fast."

 "Sorry. My dad just doesn't like to talk about that. He says it brings back unwanted anger. I don't think he's ever told me."

"So? Someone else has, I bet."

"It's not important." Brett was nervous, but Kara couldn't think of a single reason why he would be. She decided it must be a family thing, and that if her mother hadn't gone all crazy about leaving her whole old life behind, she would know why.

"Fine." Kara decided to let the subject drop. "Why did Trunks tell you to come find me? And how am I supposed to keep you out of trouble? You're a big boy, keep yourself out of trouble!"

Brett laughed. "I have a knack for mischief. I've been told I was a lot like my father when he was a child." He coughed. "Except for a few minor differances."

"Like?"


"Well, I don't fight at all. And I'm not completely stupid. No, wait, that didn't come out right. I did go to school and all that. My dad didn't, or at least not a lot. His mom was more lenient to him about school then he was to his brother. That would be my other uncle, and your grandfather."

"Oh." This was all knew to her, but she wasn't sure she wanted to know about all her long lost relatives and their families and all that. Maybe her mom was right, that things like that should stay in the past. Brett seemed nice enough. But you can't judge a book by its cover, right?

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I know I said I'd try to make this chapter longer, but I can't, I really can't. It's late, I have school tomorrow, and I'm not precisely sure yet how I want the next chapter to go. I'm so so so so so sorry.