A/N: I'd like to thank all my reviewers for their support. I'm so happy. Anyways blah blah blah I don't own DBZ and so on.

Trunks lead the way to the small hut in the mountain area he had passed over maybe a thousand times. Though his guidance wasn't really needed. It seemed that strange force of evil they had felt still lingered in the air and everyone was pulled to it.

When they arrived at the hut they found nothing but desolation. The place had been burnt to the ground and by Piccolo's judgment it was done with an energy blast. Videl desperately landed in the center of the ruins and searched for any sign of Gohan.

The others, only willing to soothe her, joined in on the useless search. No one even muttered under his or her breath until Goten gave a cry of disgust.

There was much scrambling as they tried to make their way to where Goten was standing, covering his mouth and nose with his hands. Each jumped away in turn. (With the exception of Piccolo, Vegeta and #18)

There in the rubble was the…'remains' of Kay, barely recognizable as human flesh. Krillin gave a stuttered cry.

"May- maybe we should get out of here guys." He stuttered.

Trunks agreed. "This place is making me sick."

The others agreed as well. Videl fell to her knees and wept. "How can he have died like that?"

Vegeta snorted. "Fool girl. Gohan is still alive. I can feel his ki bouncing around somewhere."

Videl looked up hopefully but by Vegeta's scowl she judged that wherever Gohan was 'bouncing' he wasn't near them. She sighed.

"I say we forget him Videl." Piccolo added. "He's obviously moved on and done something worse than imaginable-" Videl gave a defensive grunt, "but we can't be sure he wasn't what we felt last night."

Videl suddenly felt too tired to argue but she was the last to leave the desolation of Kay's house.

(A/N: I feel like doing this in one chapter)

TWO YEARS LATER (wheee)

After the wedding Yshonu (I can't think of a good Anime name if you have something better then HELP) and Gohan moved into their new home in the city. She hadn't been very optimistic about city life but Gohan's new job in the company firm was located there.

She knew nothing of his past and never asked about it. He always easily avoided the subject. She assumed he went through some family tragedy or something. It wasn't uncommon in today's society.

They had met on an empty street, him appearing from nowhere and lying tired and broken on the ground. She'd nursed him back to health. Within a year they were married.

He was such a sweet guy. She remembered bragging to her friends how generous and kind he was. Sometimes they nagged her to share. But of course, she didn't say that as much anymore.

She couldn't say it anymore. Not with a bruise on her arm, one on her thigh, more on her back and one on her face. Not with alcohol in the fridge and more in the cellar.

He always snapped at her now and at night he got drunk. She stayed out of his way but sometimes even that made him angry. She was almost glad they hadn't had a child yet, she was afraid it would have shared the abuse as well.

Now she sat, New Years Eve, with an arm over her face and the other holding a broken wine glass before her. Gohan threw random objects her way. Yelling drunkenly. Soon it would be three years since she met him. Three years.

Just as a ceramic plate smashed on her upraised arm the clock chimed twelve.

In a red world, in a red cavern a statue began to crack…

Gohan gave a groan of pain. "Somebody shut that damn clock up!" he screamed, throwing his next weapon randomly as he placed his hands on his head.

The crack grew…

He looked up from between his hands and snarled at Yshonu. "I'll be back girl." And with that he opened the door and left.

Little Goku sat up straight in bed. He was 6 now and growing fast. He didn't understand his dream but it had frightened him. First he was in a big red chamber. The walls were still and for some reason that seemed wrong to him. For some reason he thought they should be pulsing with life.

Then suddenly a loud noise had sounded twelve times and a stone statue had appeared. It looked like Gohan. Or what he remembered of Gohan. The walls had pulsed once…twice and continued. A crack appeared in the stone of the statue, revealing blue fabric.

More had appeared until Goku had run in fear from the room. Somehow jumping into consciousness. Panting now he ran into his mother's room down the hall.

"Mommy!" He cried as he leapt into her bed. She jerked awake with a drowsy grunt.

"What now hon?"

"I had a nightmare about daddy. He was turned to stone in a red chamber. The stone was cracking but he'd been stuck there a while. Like someone was controlling his body!"

Videl sat straight up in bed. For a wild moment she thought Goku's dream was a vision or something of Gohan's fate but the moment passed. She sighed and wrapped her arms around her frightened child. "It's alright honey. Daddy won't ever come back."

"I know." The little boy whispered. "Stone's can't come home."

A/N: MWHAHAHAH

I don't own DBZ.