This happens four years after the prologue.

Bailey is 16, and so is Goku Jr. I have no idea how old Pan would be, If some one does PLZ RR!


CHAPTER 1 - INTO THE MIST

Today will be a good day! Today will be a good day! Bailey thought as she finally made it to the front walk way into her house. She didn't care that when she had opened the door this morning it had hit her foot to come flying back into her face, or that she had then falling on her butt down the stairs, or that she had forgotten to study for that major test, or that she had also forgotten her lunch money and had to stay at a boring '3o hour famine' meeting, or that she had a pile of work to do. No matter what it was going to be a good day!

It started to rain. Well, it was actually pouring. Bailey felt like crying. It was just one of those days that everything that could go wrong did go wrong. She ran inside, soaked from head to toe, and up the stairs to change and do homework…tripping on one of her brother's Dragonball Z toys that he had lying around the house everywhere.

Slamming the door to her room, she turned on the radio as loud as the neighbors would allow. As she sat trying to uncover the mysteries of math, a sound came to her ears. Looking up from the textbook on her desk, she turned off the radio. The sound was faint, almost a moan. Perhaps it was the cat.

The sound came again and caused Bailey to jump out of her seat. It had been closer and louder. That was no cat! The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. What was going on? It made no sense what-so-ever! It sounded like it was right outside her door. She put her hand on the knob, but it was so hot that she had to let go. Bailey backed up against her wall. Why was the door knob so hot? The noise came again and there was no doubt in Bailey's mind it was on the other side of the door.

Panicking, Bailey ran to her window. The porch roof was on the other side, and from the roof, she could lower herself down onto the porch and then run for help. She didn't know what she was running from, but all her instincts told her to run, so she was running. Unfortunately, she couldn't open the window. A blue mist started to seep through the cracks at the bottom of the door. Was she dreaming still? Was the house on fire? No. That made no sense, the fire alarms would've gone off if it was a fire. Was he trying to poison me? There was no way Bailey was going to die. She ran to her bookshelf, grabbed a t-shirt to put over her mouth and took the biggest text book on the shelf and started to beat the window down. The shattering gas let in the clean air. Now she had to open the screen. She pressed her face against the screen, gulping in the clean air. The screen was just as hard to open as the other part of the window. Bailey ignored the pain of the shattered glass piercing her fingers. Bailey was in tears, she had to get out! The blue mist made her dizzy, and she could no longer feel the pain in her fingers. The window started to swirl, why wouldn't it stay still? She had to open it.

The last thing she felt was hands on her arms, as though someone was dragging her. But why would someone be dragging her, she had to open the window. Couldn't they see that? That was the last thought as she lost consciousness.

The next sound that greeted her was a scream. Bailey tried to open her eyes, but they seemed to weigh a hundred pounds. Voices seemed to be all around her. They were confusing, and when she tried to concentrate on them, her head would spin. What was going on? Suddenly she remembered the mist. Maybe she was in the hospital? Her head hurt from all this thinking. Bailey slowly gave up trying to stay awake and allowed the darkness to take her.

When Bailey opened her eyes again, she panicked. She was in some strange room she had never had before. She shot up in bed and immediately regretted it. Her body ached, like she had been hit by a train.

"So, you're finally up," a voice said from the doorway. She turned around and saw an old woman standing in the doorway. "It's about time, I was about to completely lose hope in you coming too."

Bailey didn't know what to say. The old lady reminded her of her own grandma, they both were spunky. "Who are you?" Bailey asked.

"I'm Pan Son. Over a hundred years old and I'm still known as Hercules grand daughter. Pretty sad, don't you think? So, who are you?" She asked as she came over and sat down on the bed beside her. Once again, Bailey was speechless. The names sounded familiar, yet she couldn't place them.

"I'm Bailey Leflet. Where am I?" Bailey asked. The room that she was in was obviously a boy's room. The blue walls' were plastered with photos of martial art moves and family pictures of the old lady with a little boy with black spiky hair. He looked familiar, really, REALLY familiar.

"This is my grandson's room, he's been sleeping on the couch the past week."

"oh … a WEEK!" she shouted falling out of bed. "Have I been here a week? I need to get home!"

"We'll be happy to bring you home. Where in Satan City do you life?" Bailey looked at the old lady, Pan. She had obviously not heard right. Satan City? She had never heard of that in her entire life. It had to be a joke.

"I don't live in Satan City." She said slowly.

"Oh, then where do you live?" Pan asked, growing curious, " We just assumed that you lived in the city when you appeared on our doorstep that morning."

"I appeared on your door step?"

"Yep. Quit a shocker I must say, hadn't been that surprised in years. So where do you live?"

"Have you ever heard of Kemptville?"

"No."

"It's near Ottawa. You have heard of Ottawa, right?"

"Can't say I have."

"In Ontario, the province?"

"No."

"Ever heard of Canada?"

"No, is that another city?" Bailey shook her head, this Pan person must be completely deranged. Who hasn't heard of Canada?

"Why don't you me a map and I'll show you where it is." Bailey suggested. Pan nodded and left the room. Bailey couldn't sit still, even though her body ached she decided to explore the room.


Goku was in the shower. His thoughts were on the girl in his bed. Perhaps they should take her to the doctor or something. But, then again, as soon as she left his training would begin again. He didn't mind training, but he'd rather be reading or watching TV. I guess he got that from his mother's side of the family. On the Son side, they were all fighters, and they all loved to be trained. Even his father, who had been an archeologist, had been a fighter.

His memories of his parents were faded, he could barely remember what they looked and probably would have forgotten altogether if it hadn't been for pictures. Since he was four he had been raised by his grandmother, Pan Son. He was now 16. 12 years was a long time ago to remember.

His thoughts drifted back to he girl. She had looked to be about his age and she was really attractive, Goku blushed at the thought. His grandmother would always laugh when it came to him and girls. She always said he was like his great grandpa Gohan, more then his great, great uncle Goten. What ever that meant.

That and his love for food was the only thing he knew of that he had in common with his ancestors. There was one main thing that set him apart. He had visions. It had all started after his grandmother had gotten sick, when he was nine years old. He had traveled to where his great, great grandfather Goku, his name sake, had lived, in search for the Dragonball. When he found the Dragonball he met his great, great grandfather, face to face. Since then Goku had started to train, not only physically, but mentally. Now he could contact Goku when ever he liked, as long as a Dragonball was in a one mile radius, but it made his grandma, who had been really close to Goku, upset because it brought up old wounds. So he kept it to himself.

Goku turned off the water and started to dry himself off. He had to go in to his room to get his clothes. He wrapped the towel around his waist and headed down the hall. Downstairs a lot of loud banging could be heard. "What are you up to Grandma?" Goku called down the stairs.

"I'm trying to find the atlas. Do you know where it is?"

'Check the library." He turned to go into his room. He walked right in, not even looking at the bed.


Bailey had lied back down on to the bed and closed her eyes when she heard the door open. She opened her eyes, expecting to see Pan, but instead she was looking at the sexiest man she had ever seen. And he was wearing nothing except a towel. Bailey couldn't swallow, or breathe. This guy looked really familiar too. Where had she seen him? It was driving her mad!

He didn't seem to notice her, instead he went straight to the drawer and started to go through clothes. Bailey suddenly realized this was the same person as the cute little kid in the pictures on the wall. The black spiky hair was the same.

"Um, excuse me?" she said, making sure she kept her eyes at his face. Pan's grandson, jumped around and blushed a deep red. Bailey was sure her own face was as red as his.

"I … uh … see your awake. That's good." He immediately placed his clothes to cover him. Bailey's face was extremely hot.

"Oh, here's the atlas. I finally found it." Pan said as she walked into the room, before stopping dead. "What is going on here?" Bailey wanted the floor to swallow her whole. Unfortunately this wasn't about to happen. Instead she blushed even more, and tried to put a smile on as she focused on Pan.

"I just met your grandson, but if you bring over the atlas I'll show you where I live." Bailey tried to keep her eyes on Pan, but they kept darting back to the hunk by the dresser. "What's your name?" She asked the grandson.

"Uh… Goku." He muttered as he slipped out of the room. The name sounded really familiar, but she ignored the feeling. It was painfully obvious she didn't know him.

Pan came to the side of the bed and handed Bailey the atlas. Bailey started to flip through it and started to panic. Nothing was the same. The continents and countries had different names and were in different places. The whole book was wrong. She started to flip through it faster. "Is something wrong?" Pan asked.

"It doesn't have Canada in here. How could an atlas be missing the second largest country in the world? I mean it doesn't have the states, or England or Japan or Russia or anything." Bailey could feel tears start to sting her eyes, but she kept them back. "Is something wrong with your atlas?"

"Not that I know of, but it is very old. They were my father's. He was a scholar you know. Perhaps these cities you mentioned are newer."

"They aren't cities, they're countries." This time Bailey did cry. She couldn't understand what was happening. She wanted to go home, she wanted to see her sisters and parents again. She wanted to tickle her little brother, while trying to get him to admit he had a crush on some girl in his class. She wanted to go out to lunch with Sarah and Kimmy. What must they all be thinking? Did they miss her?

"What did you do to her Grandma?" Goku asked from the doorway. Pan just shrugged.

Goku walked over to Bailey and awkwardly patted her back. "It's ok. I'll get you home…" He said trying to comfort her. However at the mention of home Bailey started to cry even harder. "What is it? What did I say? Oh, please stop crying. Grandma, help me!"

"You got yourself into this mess, you can get yourself out of it." Pan said as she slipped out of the room. With her back turned on the couple she smiled. They were perfect for each other.

Goku was left dumbfounded in the room. Luckily Bailey stopped crying and was merely sniffling. "Do you have any Kleenex?" Bailey asked, embarrassed. Goku passed her a whole box and she blew her nose. "Sorry about that. I could never master that whole delicate crying bit. My sisters all could, I'm pretty sure my mom thought I was a complete failure."

"Your mom hates you?" Goku asked surprised at the tug of emotion he felt for this girl.

"Oh, no. she loves me and I love her, I'm just different then the rest of the family, you know?" Bailey blushed, why was she telling a complete stranger this?

"Yeah, I know exactly how that feels." He said. He seemed to be off in his own little world, but as quick as he retreated he came back. With a dazzling smile on his face, he asked, "So what is your name?"

"Oh… how stupid of me not to mention it. I'm Bailey Leflet. Do you know where Canada is?" Bailey asked against hope.

"Nope never heard of it. Is that the village you come from?"

"No." Bailey replied, "That's the country I'm from."

Goku looked at her curiously, "There isn't a country named Canada."

"I know, I must be dreaming." Bailey thought out loud. "That's the only way to explain it. Perhaps I'm in a comma in a hospital bed. I mean all that smoke and the window…" She couldn't continue. The terror ripped through her, like she was reliving it.

"Tell me about it," Goku asked gently, kneeling beside the bed and taken her hand. He couldn't understand the strange connection that he felt, but he could feel her terror. What ever had happened to her was bad, really bad.

Bailey couldn't understand why she was telling him what had happened. Maybe it was because he seemed so familiar, or maybe because she needed to tell some one and he just happened to be there. What ever the reason, she ended up telling him what had happened. The noises, the doorknob being hot, the gas seeping through the cracks of the doors all flashed in her mind as she retold the story. But she never wavered. Her voice had reached a monotone. By the time she was finished, she could no longer keep her eyes open. All she wanted to do was sleep, however her body was still in so much pain, that she doubted she would get much that night.

Goku's voice drifted into her semiconscious mind, "Here eat one of these." She did as she was told, too tired to argue or be suspicious. As she swallowed the thing (It felt like a bean) Her whole body seemed to glow. The pains and aches vanished. The last thing she thought before sleep took over, was that that was one kick ass pain killer.


Goku watched her sleep. She really was pretty, even now, when she looked like she was on deaths door. At least the scratches were gone. Goku frowned, her story had explained a lot but they hadn't explained the scratches. Had something attacked her when she had been unconscious? Goku suddenly felt very protective, and it made him uneasy. He had never felt like this before. The closest thing had been when his Grandma had gotten sick all those years ago. And what about his dreams? She most definitely was the girl from them.

"She's a pretty little thing, wouldn't you say?" Pan asked her grandson, not even trying to hide her smile.

"What are we going to do with her?" He asked, not taking his eyes off of her.

"She can stay with us for as long as she wants. I mean I'm not about to kick her out. She's a nice kid, and she would make wonderful great grandchildren," Pan said and winced, she was starting to sound like her grandmother Chichi. However, the priceless look on Goku's face made her continue "Of course I'll need to put her through some training first. What would good, old Vegeta say up in heaven, if he knew I was letting the remains of the saiyan race mate with weaklings."

"Grandma you aren't serious are you?" Goku asked, panicked. But Pan merely laughed as she turned and walked down the hallway. "Grandma?" He called after her as he ran to catch up.


Next Chapter: Meet up with Vegeta. And how will Bailey handle school?

-This is still a bit of a prologue. Thank you for your patience-