Okay, I've taken out the diary bits for the fanfiction.net version of this fic, because I can't get the formatting right. This part's a little shorter, but I like it. Yaoi warning for this chapter, though.

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It was morning when Dazcha awoke, rolling over and glancing at the digital clock on his nightstand. 10 o'clock. It was unusual for Dazcha to sleep this long – he was usually awake and training well before the sun rose.

Yawning and rubbing his eyes sleepily, Dazcha made his way downstairs. Bulma greeted him with a plate of what Dazcha assumed was food.

"Morning, sleepyhead," she cheerfully greeted Dazcha, "By the way, Gohan called and wants to train with you after school. If you're interested, he wants you to meet him outside the school at four."

"Yeah, sure," Dazcha muttered, still not entirely awake. He grabbed a fork and stabbed his breakfast, not quite sure if it was alive or dead. He swallowed a mouthful, his face turning pale as he remembered why he never ate with Bulma.

"You'll get used to it," Vegeta muttered, as he stood up and headed to the gravity room.

"Dazcha, something's been bothering me," Bulma started, "You keep talking about changing your future, but when Trunks travelled back in time…"

Dazcha cut her off, "The so-called time machine Trunks used wasn't actually a time machine; it was a machine that allowed him to travel to a dimension that was almost identical to his, only a few years behind. That's why his information wasn't entirely accurate. The Chrono Leaper is a time machine."

Bulma became slightly more interested, "So how does it work?"

"To be honest, I'm not sure that you understand how it works in my time, and you invented the thing," Dazcha said, "But the theory is this. Imagine time as a… let's see… a department store, with an infinite number of floors, each representing one unit in time. But the elevator is out of order, so you can't travel backwards or forwards out of your time."

"Go on."

"What the Chrono Leaper does is sort of attach a bungee cord to your floor so you can jump out the window so you can reach the lower floors – the past. However, much like a bungee cord, it will eventually be pulled to its limit, and you'll be pulled back into your own time. It's called snapback, because it feels like an elastic band snapping and flying back in your face. Do you understand?"

"I think so…" Bulma paused for a moment, "And I invent this, do I?"

"Yeah, you and Gohan. He came up with the theory and you created the device."

"So if you are successful, then it won't be invented?"

"It will have to be, otherwise I would have never travelled back to prevent Cell attacking, which means that the timeline would shift back to how it already is," Dazcha frowned, "It's hard to explain, but small inconsistencies will be caused in the timeline – there will be effect with no cause – so you'll created the Chrono Leaper, regardless of whether Cell is a threat or not."

"I don't think I understand, but I've got to get to work. See you later."

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The morning went uneventful for Dazcha as he trained alone in the yard outside Bulma's house, since Vegeta refused to let him into the gravity room. Soon it was time to meet Gohan and Dazcha took off for Orange Star High School.

"Hi Dazcha," Gohan greeted him once he got out of class, "Videl, this is Dazcha, that guy I was telling you about."

"Hi," the young girl next to Gohan greeted Dazcha. Dazcha could hardly believe that this was Videl. Then again, Videl had changed greatly in the last few years…

"Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow, Videl," Gohan kissed Videl on the cheek and took off, with Dazcha close behind. They stopped flying once they reached a small clearing in the forest near Gohan's house. They landed and started sparring.

Since Gohan and Dazcha's fighting styles complemented each other's perfectly, they were able to go at it for hours without actually laying a finger on each other. Without saying a word to each other, the two Saiya-jins agreed to a short break before Round Two.

"So, besides the whole Cell thing, what's the future like?" Gohan asked.

"Actually, it's not all that much different from what the world is like now," Dazcha said, sighing as the memories of the present come flooding back to him, "The technology is pretty much identical, people are still the same, Mr Satan still thinks he's Kami's gift to martial arts…"

"What about you? What's your life like?"

"Well, I live with Chi-Chi, your future wife and your daughter. Your daughter is actually my… um…" Dazcha was really nervous telling this to Gohan, "My girlfriend…"

"NANI?!"

"That's why I'm here. It was her idea to try and make a better future for our child," upon hearing that Dazcha had impregnated his daughter, Gohan's ki started to rise. He slowly got it back under control.

"Can I ask a question?"

"You just did."

"Smartass. What I want to know is who my wife is? Do I know her yet?"

"I can't tell you that. It would put my relationship with your daughter in peril," Dazcha explained, "I can tell you, though, that it's someone you know really well. She's a beautiful, smart, and strong woman who loved you very much. It's a shame about what happened to her after you… moved on."

"What happened?"

"She hasn't been outside in years, rarely eats, doesn't sleep. She's mourning, even though it has been a number of years since your departure. It's depressing."

"And what about my daughter? Is she beautiful? Do you love her?"

"Of course I do," Dazcha suddenly became distant, staring into nothing as he remembers his own pitiful love life, "She's always been there for me, even when I was in other relationships. She was the first person I went to when Cell killed my Goten-chan…" Dazcha realised what he just said and placed his hands over his mouth.

"GOTEN?! You were in a relationship with my brother?"

Dazcha went six shades of red and nodded, "I'd loved him for years and finally, just after your departure, we revealed our feelings for each other. Then he died trying to save me…" tears welled in Dazcha's eyes.

"Oh, what a touching story," came a voice from behind the two Saiya-jins. Dazcha recognised the voice immediately.

"Cell!" The Saiya-jins turned to face the monster that had completely destroyed the future.

"I think I can go one better than Dazcha's little love story. My story is of a woman who lives with her mother and grandmother in the middle of nowhere, praying every day that her lover will return to her," Cell began pointed to Dazcha, hinting that he was the lover, "In fact, as the days went by with no return from her lover, she decided to travel and meet up with him. Too bad I also had my eyes on the vehicle that she needed to make the journey… you know, Pan's last word was "Dazcha". Now isn't that a Kodak moment?"

"NOOO!" Dazcha flashed gold as he went Super Saiya-jin and charged blindly towards Cell. He didn't care whether he lived or died, but he would avenge the death of Pan. As he reared back his fist to strike Cell, Cell moved and grabbed Dazcha by his face, charging up a powerful ki blast. Dazcha's final thoughts were with Pan as he blacked out…

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The first thing that came to Dazcha as he regained consciousness was that he was underwater. He panicked for a moment as he tried to get his head above the surface before he drowned, only to realise that he couldn't move. He then realised that he didn't need to struggle, as he was in a rejuvenation tank. The water slowly drained out and Dazcha removed the breathing apparatus from his face, stretching his aching muscles. The rejuvenation tank was one of the many things that were lost in his time when Cell destroyed Capsule Corporation.

"Ugh," Dazcha muttered, as he realised the memories of his battle came back to him, "I hope Gohan's all right."

Dazcha walked over to a closet in the room. He opened it, staring in disgust at the multiple identical spandex outfits. In his time, the closet usually contained a couple of his gis, plus some normal clothes. Dazcha sighed as he realised that spandex was better than walking through Capsule Corporation naked, especially since the place was probably crawling with female lab assistants, not to mention Bulma.

"I look like a friggin' homo lap dancer…" he grumbled under his breath as he made his way into his room to get changed into something that didn't show the world his little buddy. After he was decent, he hunted out the closest ki to his, which just happened to be Bulma.

"Oh hi, Dazcha," Bulma said as she noticed Dazcha wandering in, "I was just going to check on you."

"What happened?"

"Well, according to Gohan, Cell just disappeared after he almost killed you," Bulma explained, "I thought that Cell was supposed to be dormant in this time."

"He is. That was the Cell from my time," Dazcha explained, "You see, the original plan for killing Cell was that Trunks and Goten were to travel back in time and kill Cell, but after they died, the job was left to me. But since there were two of them, there is a spare Chrono Leaper. From what Cell told me after I… kinda got carried away… he got his hands on the second Chrono Leaper. Judging from the fact that he disappeared, I'd say that it malfunctioned and Snapback occurred early."

"Well, that's good then."

"No, if he has the Chrono Leaper, then he'll be back. Or even worse, he might travel further back in time to make sure that there isn't anything to oppose him. He could wipe out the entire Son family, and then there wouldn't be any Z Senshi."

"How long until you go back?"

"About twenty-eight more days."

"Well, then you should spend twenty-seven of those days training, including two days in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, and then kill the dormant Cell," Bulma suggested, "After training in the Time Chamber, plus the gravity training room here, you should be ready for Cell if he returns."

"I might just do that," Dazcha responded, heading out the door. The night air was cool on his face as he gazed up towards the stars in the clear, cloudless sky. Cell had taken two people who he loved dearly. He must pay.