A/n: I don't like this chapter quite as much as the first but I still think it's pretty good. Hope you all like it!

Meeting the Past

Gohan stared at the green grass through the round window of the time machine. He had been gazing at it for a while, an hour he would guess, but no matter how hard he tried he could break his gaze and leave the machine. There was something about the machine that represented safety to him. He knew there wasn't any point in staying in it. He would never go back to his timeline; there was no point. Everyone had died because of the heart disease Goku had picked up from the Yardrats. Obviously they hadn't destroyed it like they originally thought, only weakened it. It was too weak to infect anybody with an immune system like a human or saiyan, so it struck animals. It traveled from rats to fleas, and soon mutated enough to attack humans. From there it spread worse then the bubonic plague. They only had two copies of the medicine they had received from Trunks left, and both of those went to Gohan. One was used to make Gohan immune to it for a short time, and the other was for Gohan to bring to the past. Bulma had somehow survived longer then the others, and she was the only one to see him off.

Gohan wiped a tear from his cheek and silently promised himself that would be the last tear he would shed for them. He opened the door where he was initially blinded by the contrast in light. He used the back of his hand to shield out a good deal of the light and slowly made his way down the ladder onto the soft grass. He took a few steps before he turned around. He reached into his pocket and tossed a capsule out to capture the machine. With a quick puff of smoke it was gone, and he walked up to where it once was to only see a bright red capsule. He gave a dry laugh.

"I have no need for this anymore." He picked the capsule up and tightly closed his hand over it. He heard a small crack, then turned his hand over and let the dust fall to the earth. The wind caught it half way down in whipped it high into the air where he watched it while he let his mind wander.

' That was the only way I could ever get home. I'm stuck here for the rest of my life. I just hope I can make this world much better than mine was.' A quick burst of air shooting by him knocked him back into reality. He snapped his head in the direction the wind had went only to see a child running by. Gohan put on a quick burst of speed and appeared in front of the boy, who tried to stop but was going way to fast and collided with him. Surprisingly enough, the boy who was running was the one who ended up on the ground.

"OW! That hurt! What are you a brick wall?" Gohan gave a small laugh at him. Yep, this had to be one of the people he was looking for.

"I'm guessing you are Goku? Why ya in such a rush?"

"Yep that's me! And I'm headed to the World Martial Arts Tournament! It's starting here soon so I better hurry." Goku was about to take off again when Gohan laid his hand on his shoulder.

"Wait up! That's the same place I need to go. How about I get you there really fast?" Gohan used his other hand and put two fingers on his head. He then opened his mind to try and find a familiar ki. 'That's odd,' he thought, 'oh yeah! Now I remember! Everyone else is a lot weaker now so it would be harder to identify there kis. That's probably why I could only find Master Roshi's, he is the only one that hasn't changed!' There was a flicker of light then they vanished.

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"So Bulma," an evil grin appeared on Master Roshi's face, "are you going to enter the tournament this year? A brought a special outfit for you wear!" He then whipped out Oolong's bunny suit that Bulma was once forced to wear.

"NEVER YOU SICK OLD MAN!" She screamed as she belted him over the head with a mallet. Her assault would of continued if her attention hadn't been caught by a muscular beauty who had just appeared out of thin air next to Master Roshi. After a brief moment of staring at him not because he just appeared out of no where but because of his looks, she realized that there was another person with him. She looked down a couple inches and screamed with joy.

"GOKU!" She rushed forward and hugged the boy before he could move.

"Yup Bulma I'm here." He said with his innocent grin. Bulma cut him off before he could continue.

"And who's your hot friend over here," as she said this hearts formed in her eyes. Gohan gave a quick laugh at Bulma's reaction. Only moments ago she had been over 20 years older then him, now they were the same age.

"Uh… I dunno his name but this is my friend who got me here!" Goku put his hand behind his head and gave the trademark Son grin.

"How did you just appear here?" Master Roshi said, finally finding his voice.

"Uh…well…" Gohan tried to think up a reason.

'I don't want to tell them everything now,' his thoughts were bouncing off his head, 'this isn't the right place to explain the world is going to end in 25 years. I guess I'll just have to wait 'til after the tournament to explain it all.'

"It's just a technique I know." Gohan reasoned it probably wouldn't help if he lied to them. That wouldn't help gain their trust, but it probably wouldn't hurt if he just didn't tell them much.

"Uh-huh…" Master Roshi knew he was holding something back. His eyes suddenly went hazy and Gohan felt something tickle his head.

'Ha! That old coot thinks he can get inside my head!' With a small thrust of psi power Gohan sent Master Roshi flying back into his own head.

"AH! What'd you do that for!" His hands were gripping his earlobes.

"You shouldn't try to do that to people." He gave a sly grin. "Definitely to people who can do it better then you. Anyway, shouldn't you sign up for the tournament Goku? Times almost up," he indicated to a clock above their heads on the wall.

"Yeah I'll be right back guys!" Goku said taking off for the registration desk. Gohan started up behind him.

"I might as well have some fun while I'm here too," he muttered to himself. Bulma watched him longingly.

"I thought you already had a boyfriend Bulma?" Master Roshi said, breaking her trance.

"You moron! You know me and Yamcha broke up weeks ago! Where is he and Krillin anywho? I better go find them." Bulma hurried away red-faced.

Master Roshi stared at the Bulma walking away in her short shorts until she rounded a corner and was out of sight, then he focused his thoughts on Goku's new friend. Who was he and where'd he come from? Why'd he help Goku out and how'd he block his mind trick? Why hadn't he even told them his name? Master Roshi sighed as he made his way to the locker room to change, the preliminaries were in an hour and he'd have to put this mystery on hold for now, but he swore to himself that he'd figure it out before the tournament was over.

***END!***

a/n: Okay I know the ages in this are going to be completely wrong but just for the sake of my fic please just assume Goku is 12, Krillin 13, Bulma 14, and Yamcha 16. Any constructive criticism is welcome. Tell me what you thought about it!

~AFI-Boy~