Disclaimer: I don't own dragonball z or anything associated with it. But HOT DAMN! I wish I did. I do own Mikayla. I guess that's a start...

Author's Note: or rather, IDIOT'S note... Forgot to tell ya, this takes place 10 years after BUU. Gohan - 28, Mikayla - 27, Trunks - 18, Goten - 17, Pan - 7, Bulma, Chi-Chi, Vegeta, Goku - Ancient. That is all. Thank you.

They had placed Mik into a room closer to the living area and put someone on watch with her after she spent four days in the tanks. She still hadn't woken up. Gohan, Goten, Goku, Trunks, Bulma, Chi-Chi each took turns watching over her.

Often she would cry or scream in her fitful sleep, and whoever was there would hold her, and she would calm down, but still cry. Sometimes she cried for an hour, sometimes longer. After the first day they had hooked her up to an IV.

Three and a half weeks later, she woke up in Goten's arms, her face soaking wet. She had been crying and she just opened her eyes. She tried to sit up, but her muscles felt weak. Goten sat her up, pulled her into his lap, and let her look around. "Hi," he said, "boy, the others are sure going to be relieved...."

In a voice so small he wasn't even sure she had said something, she asked, "where's Pan?"

Goten smiled at her. She had been out for nearly a month as she was asking about his niece. "In the next room, she's fine."

"I want to see her..."

"Uh... okay." He started to yell but decided against it, he didn't want Mik passing out again so he gently picked her up and walked her into the next room. IV cart trailing behind him. When he entered the room with Pan, Vegeta, and Gohan watching tv, they all looked up at him and started shouting... "oh my kami!" A delicate hand flew to Mik's head, a headache forming. She motioned for Goten to put her down. As he did, she fell to her knees, held out her arms and called for Pan. Pan came rushing into her arms, almost knocking her over but she caught herself, and hugged her tightly.

"I'm sooo sorry, Pan."

"Mik-san, you didn't do anything wrong." She hugged her back.

"Yeah I did... I uh... lured you over here so I could use you to stand back up. I've fallen and..." Mik chuckled exhaustedly. Pan hugged her tighter. Mik stood up slowly. "Hey guys, what's going on?" She purposely avoided looking at Gohan.

"Hmph, we were wondering if you were ever going to wake up. I've never seen a woman sleep so much."

"I'm glad I'm alive too, Vegeta-san. Where's Hygram?"

"Dead." She still refused to look at him. She reached down to scratch something itchy on her arm and meet with a lump. "Urg..." She looked down at the IV and gently pulled the needle and tape from her arm. "I hate these things. How long was I out?"

Pan was hugging her legs now. "Three weeks! They still made me go to school!"

Bulma came out of the kitchen then and noticed her. "What are you doing up, young lady, you need your rest!"

"No, please I'm fine..."

"Fine my ass! Get your butt back into bed now!" Mik scampered past Goten and back to the bed. Bulma followed suit. "Now then, we need to discuss a few things." Gohan had come into the room and Mik glared at him. She knew she could have him removed by telling Bulma she didn't want him there. But for some reason she wanted him there. Even though all she felt was anger at him. He was the reason she got shot! Even she wasn't stupid enough to have charged Hygram with a loaded gun!

"We decided it would be in your best interest to stay here, for the meantime. Goku is going to train you with your energy attacks. Here."

"Bulma, I can't impose on you any more than I have. I need to get my own place, and a job..."

"Nonsense! You're staying right here! Now are you hungry?"

She put her hand on her belly and thought about it. "Famished actually."

Bulma smiled. "What would you like?"

Mik began to drool. "Pizza sounds wonderful right now. A lot of pizza."

"I'll go put in the call, it's time for everyone's dinner anyway." With that, she left the room. Mik glanced around the room, she wanted to do something but she didn't know what to do.

"If you get up, I'll tell Bulma." She jerked her head back to Gohan. She looked exhausted... and beautiful. "Looks like you and Pan bonded pretty well."

Mik smiled, she couldn't help it. The girl was cute.

Gohan made his way to the bed and sat on the edge. "I know I'll never understand what you went through, I know I can't change it either. No matter how much I want to. I know we've both changed. But some things haven't changed. The way the sound of your voice affects me. The gentleness your eyes carry, even when trying to stare me down. All the things I fell in love with about you. Things no one could take away from you, that you don't even know about."

The intelligent glint in his eyes, his laughter, his mischievous nature, kami! What am I thinking????

"The fact that I know, even though you may not have done it in years, the next time there's a storm, you'll be outside laughing in the rain. Just like you used to. You can't deny that."

"Gohan... I'm a woman again, and more importantly, I'm ALLOWED to be one with nothing holding me back. I... I don't know what I want... I am kinda... attracted... to Trunks you know... I have been for about a year now... he is quite the stud... and funny and smart... sigh... Is something wrong, Gohan?"

Gohan had jumped off the bed and was growling heavily, trying to control his anger. TRUNKS?? What in kami's name could she see in Trunks!

"Look, Mikayla, we aren't just talking about some stupid little teenage crush!"

"Stupid! Gohan, how dare you!" In the next instant she was pulled off the bed and into his arms. He leaned down and kissed her, hard, growling against her lips. She shivered. This time, he wasn't going to be foolish enough to stop. Until he felt her pass out. She fell backwards over his arm and he let out a sigh. My poor baby.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! Daddy broke Mik's back!!"

Vegeta, Bulma, Goten, and Trunks were over Pan viewing the situation before them. Mik was hung over Gohan's arm. Her back obviously not broken but they were still curious as to what happened. "He yanked her off the bed, kissed her, then she fell over, her back broken!"

"Knock it off, her back isn't broken. She's just... not fully recovered ." He laid her back on the bed then and covered her with a blanket.

"I don't blame her for passin' out, I would too if I had to kiss Gohan." Gohan glared at Trunks. "All's fair in love and war, man."

At that moment, Mik jumped up from her pretend slumber, leapt from the room, and into a cozy, comfy chair in the tv room. She was quickly followed by a surprised Bulma, uninterested Vegeta, a smirking Trunks, growling Gohan and a laughing Pan. "When can I start training again?"

"Oh no you don't, I want you in bed for at least one week."

Now Mik growled. "All right, fine! But just one week."

Later that night, Trunks brought her dinner to her room, alone. Mik figured Gohan had gone home finally or Vegeta was keeping him tied up. "Where would you like this, sweets?"

"Oh just put it on the night table." Just as he was bent over, laying the tray of food down, she jumped on her hands, supporting all her weight off the bed there, and threw a kick to his head. He blocked it easily, of course.

"What are you doing," he said through a smirk.

"I'm bored, I want to train."

"Mom'll kill you."

"Then I better learn how to defend myself."

He pushed her leg away, she landed on her knees and he blocked the punch she threw to his face. "Gohan will be mad." He was smiling now.

"Ooohhh, you're scared of Gohan? I understand. I didn't know he was stronger than you."

She threw another punch which he blocked. He then grabbed her wrists and twisted her arms behind her back, and pulled her a little closer... "What if I'm not in the mood for training?" he said as looked down at her.

They heard noise right outside the door and she dove for the covers as he ran for the door. It was opened, right in his face. An impression of his forehead left in the door. Mik jumped from the sheets as if she had just been awoken. "What??? Who's there! Trunks? What are you doing in here??"

"Food," he said as he chuckled and pointed to the tray by her table.

"Gohan! What are you doing?" She noticed the figure coming through the door and pulled her blanket up to her chin.

"I've seen whatever it is you are hiding many times before, why hide it now?" he smirked. She growled.

"Well, goodbye, Trunks."

"Oh, goodbye, Gohan, see you later."

Gohan grabbed the younger Saiyan's collar and yanked him out of the room.

"Gohan!"

"Be right back, baby." Gohan closed the door to a yelling, "I'm not your baby!"

"She doesn't want you, Gohan, get over it. And she's a free woman... free to pursue other avenues."

"Like yours?"

"If she wants to, yes." Gohan wanted to blast that smile right off his face.

"Look, BOY, she may have a mild crush on you, but she's in love with me. I can still feel it every time we kiss."

"Which has been all of what... two times?"

"And how many times have you kissed her, Romeo?"

"Well... none... yet."

"Well none EVER if I can help it. I love her, Trunks, please back off. She and I have history and I've spent the last few years looking for HER. Kami, I love her so much!"

Trunks sighed. "It's her decision, Gohan. Don't force her into anything and I promise I won't either. But if it's me she chooses, you need to back off. Got it?"

Gohan growled but nodded. Although he had no intention of losing this war, he didn't like the battlefield. But he knew this woman and knew his friend. She was not a lady to be won over with money.

The very next morning...

"Seventy-eight... Seventy-nine... Eighty... Eighty-one... Eighty-two... Eighty-oh shit..."

Trunks entered the room while she was in mid-sit-up. He smiled at her. "I promise not to tell."

Mik smirked and stood up. "As long as you accept my present," he finished.

"Eh? What present?" She grabbed a towel and started wiping the sweat off her body. He held out a sketch book and a set of charcoal pencils. "For you." She held out a hand and hesitantly accepted his gift.

"It's been so long... since I've done this..."

"I figured you could use something to keep you busy. Well at least something my mom would approve of." He motioned to the floor where she had been exercising, both of them knowing what would be said about her little workout sessions. Vegeta would be satisfied she wasn't laying around in bed all day, but Bulma would hit the roof.

"Maybe this'll make it easier for you to not get caught if half the time you are in bed with something interesting to do."

Mikayla sat back against the pillows. She opened the pack of pencils and noticed they were already sharpened and came with a sharpener and eraser. She pulled one out and cautiously opened the book to the first blank page. She started slowly at first, gaining in speed with assurity. It was like the spring cherry blossoms coming back after a long, tough winter.

Trunks laid down on the bed and watched her work for an hour. When she was done she looked over the book and smiled at him. She tore the page out and handed it to him. "For you. Thank you."

His eyes ran over the page. It was a picture of his father, with that same look of pride and contentment she had seen on Vegeta's face whenever he looked at his son. Trunks was speechless. Even when asked if he liked it, all he could do was nod. He had never seen his father look so... so... beautiful.

He looked up at her then and found his tongue. "Wow... I... would like to have this framed if it's all right with you..."

Mike breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't sure what he thought and hoped it was an appropriate thank you. She smiled then.

"Well, we finally got rid of Gohan, by the way. He and Pan went to go find a house in the city today and he was successful. I guess he's looking for a job too."

Mik sighed. "That's what I need to do. As soon as I'm out of this bed. Unless of course... you would like to bring me some want ads," she winked at him.

"Even with paying my folks back, which I'm positive they won't let you do, you have enough money where you don't have to work. So why look for a job?"

"Isn't it obvious? After all the hell I've been through, I just want a normal life."

He nodded. His view of normality was drastically different. After all, he is the heir to a multi-billion dollar company and one of the few remaining survivors of an alien race.

"I just want quiet and... and to be left alone."

He smirked at her. "Surely not completely alone." He got up then and went over to the dresser by the door and put the picture carefully down. He came back over to her on the bed and removed the book and pencils from her grasp, setting them aside. He leaned towards her face and closed his eyes...

"Well... maybe not completely alone..." she moaned out against his lips as he brushed them to hers for a light kiss, following quickly with a deeper one. He released her after a couple of minutes and pulled away about two inches. "I need to go, but I'll come visit you later, okay, sweets?"

She smiled at him and nodded and he gave her another quick kiss before heading out the door, carefully snatching his picture before he did so. She was left alone with her thoughts and she didn't like where they were heading.

What the hell am I doing thinking of GOHAN?? Trunks is way hot, a good kisser... not as great as Gohan but... ARG! There I go again, what the hell am I doing?

There's something there still, for him, you can't deny that.

Yeah, I can.

No, you can't.

Yeah, I can.

Can what?

Deny my feelings for him. ARG! This has got to be the all time low in maturity. I just tricked myself into thinking something I don't want to think about!

She grumbled. "Gohan, you dumbass, get outta mah head!" she hissed to herself. "Trunks... think of Trunks..." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Thoughts of lavender hair filled her head, pretty blue eyes, and sharp facial features danced behind her eye lids. She saw him smiling and heard his mischievous chuckle. She imagined him leaning in for a kiss and having claimed it, he leaned back again and she saw dark hair and eyes.

"I knew it was me you really loved, baby."

Her eyes flew open and she cursed him. "Goddammit Gohan! I'm not your baby!"

All of the sudden, she was pummeled with the feeling of being watched and by the sense of a familiar energy. "Oh no," she breathed to herself. Without looking up, she knew who was in her doorway.

"Talking to me when I'm not around, eh? It must be love."

"I don't love you, Gohan!"

"It's okay, I'm patient, I can wait." He took a good look at her beautiful amethyst eyes glaring at him and crumbled. "Hell, no I can't." He was across the room and had her in his arms, and on his lips, before she could blink.

Oh kami, this feels soooooo right, just admit it and be done with it already! You... love... him!

Gohan pulled back a little and started kissing her jawline and down to her neck. She sighed.

"Gohan... please... I want.... to take everything... slowly... please?"

"Say you're mine and I'll slow down." He worked his way to the other side of her neck.

"I'm not announcing myself as anyone's property, especially not yours! That defeats the whole purpose of my point."

"Suit yourself." He moved back to her lips again. She shoved him only to move him about an inch.

"You're impossible!"

"Difficult, not impossible." Again he kissed her. Again she tried to push away but he was too strong. Her feelings for him were way too strong. "Talk to Trunks, tell him to back off, and I'll slow down." He kissed her again, cutting off her answer. But her growl against his lips told him she was conflicted. He was positive the only thing getting in his way now was her anger. Trunks, he confidently felt, was out of the picture. But ten years of anger was going to be more difficult to eradicate than her desire for the young Saiyan prince.

She started getting angry then and pounded on him, trying to get him to release her... to no avail. Only when he pulled back to breath and she attempted a shot to his face (which he caught) did he realize she was getting really mad. She wasn't playing around.

"Just who do you think you are, mister?"

"The man who loves you. Will love you for the rest of his life."

"WRONG! You... are the man that destroyed my life!" She collapsed and sobbed in his arms. He held her for a long time, what seemed like hours. He watched out her window and saw morning, turn into afternoon, turn into evening. For the first time in ten years she cried, while awake, without trying to hold it back.

She finally fell asleep in his arms, drained and exhausted. The whole time he thought about what she said. One particular thought blared through his head often and hard. Why wasn't I there to protect her?

Pan sat outside the bedroom door all day long, diverting people away from it. Claiming that the occupant was resting and desired not to be disturbed. Trunks was the hardest to convince to leave her be. He had come down to see her five times.

Pan was busy with thoughts of her own too. Mainly concerning the little talk she was going to have to have with her father for making Mikayla cry.

He laid the sleeping angel down on the bed. With his sleeve he wiped her drenched cheeks. Her crying had subsided for now. He felt truly awful, and desperately wanted to make things right by her world, a world he wanted part of more than anything. After one last, longing look to her quiet form, he left the room.

"Dad!" Pan spoke, in a harsh whisper. "We have to talk!" She followed him into the Brief's living room.

He sighed. "What about?"

"Mikayla. Daddy, why do you have to make her cry and run away?"

"Honey, do you understand what happened to Mik?"

"A little... I think. That bad man would beat her, right?"

"Well yeah, but it's more than that. First of all, a long time ago, Mik and I were in love with each other. I thought we would get married. But I married your mother instead."

"Why?"

"I think because I didn't understand what was going on. But Mikayla did. That's probably the reason she was so quick to run to her parent's when they told her not to. Because she figured she had nothing left here. But I never forgot her. And that's why I've been looking for her. I still love her and I KNOW she still loves me."

"Then why is she so mad at you?"

"When she left me, we didn't know she was gonna have a baby. When the man beat her, he killed the baby. She found out she was pregnant after it was dead. The only piece of me she had left and I wasn't there to protect either of them."

"Then she got shot 'cuz of you. Boy, dad, you should probably just let Trunks have her. He makes her laugh and makes her happy."

Gohan started growling, then yelled at his daughter, "just who's side are you on, anyway?!?!"

Pan was thoughtful and quiet while she answered. "Mikayla's. She's my friend."

Gohan sighed. "If she can forgive me, and get over her anger, and we get married... she'll be your new mother."

Pan seemed conflicted, so Gohan let it rest on that. "C'mon, squirt, let's go home." She silently obeyed. As they were leaving, they bumped into Bulma.

"Hey, Gohan. Quick question for ya."

"Shoot, Bulma."

"I know it's so soon after her coma, but Trunks says she's restless. Do you think Mikayla could handle your father's training now?"

"Absolutely. She's pretty tough and I think she's recuperated enough. She can handle it."

"Great! I'll call Goku tonight and tell him she can start tomorrow."

"Hey, daddy? Can I train with grampa too? PLEASE!?!?!"

Gohan and Bulma chuckled and looked at each other. "Okay with you, Bulma?"

"Sure, kiddo. They are gonna start early, think you can handle it?"

"Oooooh yeah!"

"Done then!"

"Hey, Bulma, you aren't really jealous of Mik training under Vegeta, are you?"

"Nah, but I don't want to give him anything extra to tease me with."

Gohan laughed. "I understand. Well, we'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"All righty. Night, Gohan. Night, kiddo."

"Night, Bulma-san!"

The next morning, Goku entered Mikayla's room and walked to her bedside. He had to sort through the sheets to find her head. It took a couple of minutes, she was tangled up pretty good. When he found her, he nudged her, trying to wake her up.

"... mmmm.... go... han..."

He smiled down at her and tried to nudge harder. "Mikayla... wakey wakey!"

"uh... he'll... shoot... hmmm"

Vegeta chose that moment to kick the door fully open, resulting in a very loud bang. Mikayla woke, screaming and grasping at her stomach.

"Vegeta!" Goku scolded, "that wasn't very nice!"

Mikayla just sat on the bed panting. "Oh shit!" She saw the two men in her room, and recognizing them, calmed herself down. Goku looked at her with concern.

"Another nightmare?"

She stared at Goku blankly and nodded after a moment.

"Hmph, well if you are up to it, the woman says you can train with Kakkarrot today."

"Kakkarrot?"

"Me!" Goku pointed to himself and giggled. Vegeta just "hmphed" again and walked away. Bulma came into the room carrying breakfast and clothes. Mikayla looked at her. "Really?"

"Yup, really." She replied, "but eat and shower first. And I've brought you a fresh outfit. I have the same pants you wore before, but I made you a special top. The material is constrictive to help, um, hold you in place, but it's cut is revealing, no sleeves, low neckline, to allow for movement. I also made arm bands to cover from elbow to wrist of the same material. The fabric is strong, but won't chaf with perspiration. The top also has lacing in the front so you can fit it perfectly to your body."

Mikayla laughed. "It would take a woman to be so thoroughly in tune with what another woman needs. Thank you, Bulma."

"No sweat, kid, now eat!" Bulma placed a tray on her bed, and ushered Goku out of the room. She followed close behind, and shut the door with more gentleness than was used to open it.

Mikayla wasted no time. She wolfed down her food and jumped in the shower. She washed, jumped out, and dressed quickly. She opted out of the boots left to her, and found her own black leather ones, wanting to begin training in the wide three inch heels. She noticed the arm bands had laces too, but all she had to do was tug them on and she tightened and tied them with the help of her teeth.

She looked around the room and noticed a mirror. Hesitantly, she went and stood in front of it and stared at her reflection. It's been so long since she'd noticed those deep purple orbs, hidden behind green for so long and her hair... it was growing...

She ran her hands down the front of her new armor. It revealed some cleavage, not a lot, but enough she knew would make certain... boys... take notice. It had been awhile since she had even shown any part of a bare breast.

Things were changing fast. She hardly recognized herself. Well, time to go train. She pulled away from the mirror and walked into the living room, where she suspected everyone was waiting.

Mikayla surveyed the scene in the room. Pan, Goku, and Vegeta were on the couch watching a TV program, Gohan was leaning against a wall, watching the TV as well, and Trunks was leaning back on the back two legs of a chair, precariously balancing himself and a pencil on his nose. She giggled. Everyone but Vegeta looked over at her. Trunks was the first to speak.

"Damn! You look good!"

Trunks also found himself vaulting backwards to the floor after Gohan back-fisted his face. Mikayla glared at him.

"What are you doing here?"

He pointed to Pan. "She wanted to join you guys in training."

Mikayla went to Trunks and helped him up.

"You okay?"

"Uh, yeah, the back of my head hurts a little."

"He'll live," Gohan grumbled.

While she knew Trunks' strength, she decided to play up to his little catastrophe, just to irritate Gohan.

"Oh, you poor baby! Here... a little kiss will make it feel better." She held his face in her hands and lightly kissed his cheek. When Goku saw Gohan start to power up in a jealous rage, he stepped in and pushed Gohan and Mikayla out the door. Pan bounced after them.

"Well, time to get started!" he quipped. "Bulma gave me lunch capsules so we are all set!" He made his way out the door and took off flying. The other three took off after him.

They landed on a far corner of Capsule Corp. property that was void of any sort of population. Gohan sat back against a tree and watched his father train his daughter and the love of his life for the next few hours. He was content and peaceful, despite the various explosions from energy blasts on the terrain around him, especially since Trunks wasn't around.

Just who does that guy think he is, trying to steal MY woman. Huh? Gohan awoke from his reverie in time to duck the energy blast that blew off the top of the tree he was resting on. He glared over at a giggling Pan and Mik. He heard Goku scolding them.

"You two should really be more careful, someone could get hurt. You have to learn control."

"Control, right, Goku-san," Mik said, then she whispered to Pan "control it right his head next time." They giggled again, earning glares from both of the men. However, Mik thought, he did look kinda cute when he was startled there for a second. Kami! What am I thinking??? She caught Gohan's glare and turned away blushing.

Huh? That was strange, why is she blushing? Hmmm, she's so cute though. I could stare at her all day.

After about an hour of unsuccessfully trying to manage an energy ball, Mikayla couldn't stand it any longer. "SON GOHAN! Stop staring at me! Goku, I can't concentrate with your son gawking at me, PLEASE make him leave??"

Gohan burst out laughing and Goku glanced over at him. "Mikayla, sometimes we can't control the distractions around us," Goku began, "so we need to learn to work with them. You're going to have to continue with him there and learn to accept that he's not going to move and to work through it."

Mikayla could only growl. That sneaky little conniving little devious little.... ggggggrrrrrr! She was determined now to ignore him. But it was awfully hard... and he was awfully cute. And she remembered just how his kisses made her feel...

Gohan had tackled her before Pan's blast hit her, and rolled with her safely out of the way. He landed on top of her and looked down at her beautiful, clueless face. "You're awfully cute when you're about to be disintegrated." He told her. She growled and pushed him off her. Standing up, she was face to face with an irritated Goku. "You need to focus! So far, every time I've seen you train, you've been incompetent! How could Vegeta stand this?? You could've just died you know!"

"I'm sorry, Goku-san! It won't happen again, I promise."

For the rest of the day, she was able to put Gohan out of her mind and continue as a model pupil. They walked into the Brief's household and Bulma invited them to stay for dinner, much to Mikayla's annoyance. Trunks noticed the tension between Mik and Gohan and thought he could score some major points right now. He walked over to Mik and started rubbing her shoulders. "You look exhausted, how about a nice little shoulder rub?"

"Oh, that would be so wonderful, it's been a long day." Gohan glared at Trunks as he grinned evilly and led her to the couch, without taking his hands off her. He started to deeply massage her sweaty shoulder muscles, taking in her scent like a fine perfume. Damn, she smells good.

"Uh... Trunks... that feels soooo good! Oh!"

She began moaning and leaning into the skillful hands at her back and Gohan.... snapped. He grabbed Trunks by the front of his shirt and hauled him off the couch. "Enough is ENOUGH!" he yelled, "We are having this out NOW once and for all!"

Trunks jerked out of Gohan's grasp and glared at him. "Fine with me, let's go." They walked out of the house leaving a stunned Mikayla on the couch.

For hours they fought over the Capsule Corp. Compound. Vegeta and Goku had run out shortly after the fighting and were still there, waiting to haul off their respective offspring. Both had put everything into the fight, had powered up beyond Super Saiyan, Trunks using Final Flash, Gohan the Kamehameha, kicking, punching, moving so fast only their fathers could tell what was happening.

"Pathetic." Vegeta finally snorted. "All this wasted energy over a woman."

"Huh? Ya think?"

"Don't be dense, Kakkarrot. And you'll never find me acting this way over a woman."

"What about that time with Yamcha, when he tried to hit on Bulma after Trunks was born?"

Vegeta just growled a warning at Goku.

"Or last week, that man in the restaurant that was looking down Bulma's dress?"

"Enough!"

"Or..."

"Don't make me kill you."

Goku wisely shut his mouth and watched Trunks pound Gohan into the ground from the air. Vegeta chuckled. He disappeared and reappeared in front of his son. "Stop this stupidity now. She is gone."

Gohan groaned from the ground, "What do you mean, gone?"

Vegeta smirked down at him. "Feel for her energy." Both of the younger Saiyans felt out for Mikayla. She was... gone. "She's been gone for a few hours now. And by the way she looked when she left, I don't think she'll be coming back for awhile."