Gohan saw two figures looming above him in colors that changed every few seconds in shapes that he couldn't recognize. Gohan felt that the shadowy figures were beckoning him in a panic but for once it was quiet and Gohan did not want to know anything else.

"Are you a coward my son?" A voice called from behind him. The man that spoke to him had kind black eyes, hair that was unruly and sharp, and an orange gi. Gi's meant fighting and Gohan was ready as he took a defensive stance. "This is a dream my son, I have only come to warn you."

"My father is dead." The words seemed to strike the elder man greatly as his fists clenched to the side.

"Yes, yes that's true," the man said hardening his voice, "but I vowed to protect you."

"That's a lie. I don't know you."

"Gohan, read my aura if you must but listen," the man asked. Gohan contemplated this request with serious thought. Vegeta would tell him to stop wasting his time and rest his body for tomorrow's fight. However, Vegeta had betrayed him and Gohan felt that trust stray slightly. It was enough to create a space in Gohan's trust which Goku took full advantage of. Gohan read the aura and dropped his stance.

"So why are you here," Gohan asked coldly "I have to be rested so you better not waste my time." Gohan looked at the man recognizing the familiar locks of black hair in Bulma san's albums. However, Gohan knew the price he would pay for deception so he kept his expression strern and stiff. Underneath Gohan's piercing black eyes however lay doubt and hope. How many times had he secretly wanted to run into his father's arms and cry into his chest. Vegeta would always be the face on the body with the orange gi and now Gohan was confused to how he should feel. He wanted his father because Bulma adored him and Gohan adored Bulma but where would Vegeta be then. To come back from the dead, Bulma would have certainly enjoyed figuring that out. Gohan shook that thought out of his head and stared back at the man in front of him.

"I wish you would be happy."

"What makes you think I am not?" Gohan responded as he ran a hand through his hair. He saw Goku's shoulders drop as if he had given up. Moisture gathered in the man's eyes for a few seconds before he composed himself.

"Gohan, that girl is not to be trusted. You can trust no one that you meet in the conscious world."

"Why?"

"Your power."

"What about it?" Gohan instigated as his brow furrowed. No one commanded Gohan besides Vegeta unless they had a reason worth seconds he could not recover.

"Your power is well attractive. Son...Gohan...your power is special and it is limitless and if they get a hold of it, they will not let you survive."

"They?"

"Everyone, but especially the counsel of elders that have imprisoned you. Your power has the traces of Kai, Saiyan, human, and it is ancient and without rules."

"So how did I get this power?"

"We don't know Gohan. In fact to tell you the truth, the entire reality wasn't supposed to happen."

"WHAT?!!"

"Calm down son. Trust me we are trying to figure it out and fix it"

"NO....fine." Gohan looked away from the man in disgust and confusion. Gohan wrapped his arms around his chest, the one with the permanent scorch mark. This man, his father, had answers to questions that Gohan knew he couldn't afford to lose.

"Oh no, I think they are about to wake you up son..."

"What....aaaaahhhh," Gohan screamed out as he clutched his head in agony. The mix of colors that were so random were now fixating themselves. Gohan knew he was leaving to go back to that room.

"Gohan, promise me you will not trust them. You can do it, you have to fight!" These were the last words Gohan could decipher from the elder man. The next thing he knew, his eyes had opened to see the ugliest beings he had ever seen smirking at him.

"Your power will be enough repayment for your troubles," one of the yellow skinned, drooling creatures said, its third eye circling around its forehead. Gohan realized in his automatic attempt to defend himself, he now had a shattered hand that was held together by the grip of this creature.

"Shit." That was the only word that escaped the boy's mouth before his hands and feet were roughly tied in energy bonds. Gohan could feel the little rest and energy he had gained freely flowing from his body and tightening his bonds. A sharp pain emitted from his head and strands of soft black hair were pulled by the yellow creature. Gohan felt his body dragging on the cold tile floor so fast that it actually burned through the little gi he had left on. The hallway had arches that fit the tales of Greek gods and Gohan through all his pain had to admire the work that must have gone into his one hallway. Gohan could hear Bulma explaining to him the math behind supporting buildings and he smiled...shortly. Seconds after his smile, he had a bruised and bleeding lip, these men did not care for Gohan to enjoy this trip. Finally after what seemed like hours, Gohan was thrown unceremoniously towards a large room that was blindingly white. Around him were creatures of all colors and shapes observing him with a hunger that reminded him of the Tershiki clans. As his curious side took over, he let his aching neck twist to fully view the room, and the middle chair is what caught his attention. It was HER, the girl he met yesterday but she wasn't in rags any longer though her smirk was the same. Gohan stared wide eyed at her from the diamond necklace to the gown before he was hit.

"If you eye the princess like that again you piece of human slime, I will personally remove those jelly bags," a voice growled behind him. However, Gohan had heard one word and one word alone in that encounter, princess.

Author's Note: Its been a while...hehe (dodges stares of pure evil). Hope you enjoy the update. I will try to update before Christmas break or during it but I can't promise anything, finals week is not pretty. Sorry about the wait, I will try to pay more attention to my work......please don't hurt me!!!