Hello everyone...sorry for the long wait. You wouldn't believe me if I told you what my problem was this time. Hehehehe...okay okay. The truth is I ended up writing chapters that are way later in the story. I couldn't help it. So...I've actually written four chapters, but I can't post them yet because I have to post the inbetween ones first. Don't worry. I promise to struggle till there all up. Love you all R & R...by the way for those of you who don't know yet that has nothing to do with resting and relaxing.

Though feel free to do that while reading this new installment. PARTY! Oh for you information the story begins out in Veggie's (Vegeta's) point of view. Oh and to help you out...the person talking at the end of chapter 10 was Vegeta...from pan's timeline...DUN DUN DUHHHH! Hehehehehe. NOW READ!

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I lowered my extended arm, staring at the leaf for a moment before letting my arm drop to the ground. The leaves crackled under my body as I moved.

'Where am I? How did I get here?' The breeze slammed into the hanging braches, sweeping up large piles of leaves and throwing them about. I could taste the blood on my lower lip, sparking bits of memory.

The fight, I remember the fight. A shudder hit me as I felt imprint of the pain against my ribs. One minute I had been fighting the androids and the next I was here laying in the forest.

'What in Dende's name had happened?' I should be dead. I remembering dying, that's the weirdest thing. I'm not sure if you can call it remembering or merely knowing.

I had fought the androids then, Pan; they were going to kill Pan. I remember racing forwards to grab her and I well, to say the least got shot. I remember feeling tired, completely drained, and then just blacking out yet I knew I hadn't completely gone. As though I were half awake and half asleep. I remember hearing Pan scream.

'Dende…Pan! Where was she?' I pushed myself off of the ground, only to feel the cracking of my ribs. I sucked in air, the breath running over my teeth with sharp scrapes.

I have to get up. She could be hurt. Worse she could be dead. The throbbing had left my ribs and now was pounding down merciless against my heart. I'm sorry Pan, I never meant to fail you.

I had to find her.

My teeth dug painfully into my lip, more blood rising to the surface. I lifted my broken body off the golden forest floor.

It was then I realized their color. The golden hue of the dying leaves, last I remembered they had been green, or what was left of the trees from the battle.

How much time had gone by? I shook my head, causing my head to spin.

I didn't have enough time to sit around and think I had to do something now. She would probably have gone back home, if she had survived.

Scolding myself mentally for the thought I closed my eyes, taking back the idea, but it was too late. The only way I could possibly stop myself from thinking in such a manner was to find out whether she was alive…or not.

I in took another breath holding it as I calmed my rapid thoughts. I could sense energy level in the distant, pulsating. As though in a fight. That was enough to force my eyes open wide.

Using what was left of my waning energy I rose up into the air and took off towards the fight.

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"Come on Gohan you're getting slower!" His short leg swung out trying to catch my temple, but I dodge it easily, ducking as another punch neared my face.

"You're too fast!" He whined for the seventh time. I grunted angry with his ever self-doubt.

Bulma had told me many times of my father's lack of confidence in his abilities. He'd always been a bit shy as a kid, crying, innocent in all standards. But when he reached his pre-teens he grew up quickly from all the fighting, the need to survive. Even when in battle he could never completely let go, like there was some reason to hold back, as if his anger would consume him and he would end up killing someone.

Though thinking back on that now, I don't really see anything wrong with that, I mean what if he had just gotten angry and killed the damned androids. He said that he gave it his all, but I couldn't help but feel, if given the chance he would try and have a peace talk with them.

It only made me agree with Vegeta. My father had never been meant to be a fighter and his love of all things caused him to loose, and he would continue loosing until he understood not everything was able to be loved.

My fist thrust forward connecting with soft flesh of my young training partner's face. It wasn't till I heard him cry out, did I realize I let my train of thought work me up a bit.

I watched his purple clad figure quickly plummet. "Gohan!" I powered up ready to chase after his unconscious form when a hand wrapped around my bicep holding me back.

"No, let him do it on his own." I looked over my shoulder taking in the statuesque form of my grandfather. His eyes were latched onto the distant figure of his son. He looks …proud.

My stomach clenched, he looks so much like my father.

The sun was beginning to set, the orange-ish hues bouncing off his slick skin. The contours of his face creasing as a smile appeared on it, and I followed his stern burning midnight gaze to my young father floating in the air.

His sagging form was held up uneasily, his heavy breathing coursing through him. His chest lifting, capturing sharp gasps, trying desperately to catch his breath.

I could only stare in pure amazement.

"He's getting stronger. I can feel it." My grandfather nodded at my observation.

I watched his pained visage waver as the power coursing through his veins came to a halt; a familiar green friend had caught his tiring stare.

"Piccolo!" I blinked at his sudden change in demeanor; a smile gracing his features miraculously.

The hand that had been on my arm, left, and I looked over missing the comfort. "He's very much your son, Goku." The classic Son grin, stretched from ear to ear.

"Hey kid." Goku nodded in the direction of the two friends, and I smiled taking hold of his hand and floating over to the pair.

"It's nice to see you Piccolo. I was wondering when you would show up." All these guys have their own smirks. Piccolo's was more like a silent laugh at others stupidity.

I giggled my hand coming up to cover my amusement. I looked up the laughter filling my eyes with small droplets, and I noticed his confused very not amused glare. Smiling I arched an eyebrow as a challenge to his thoughts.

"Hey Piccolo where were you?" The child version of my father tugged at his close friend's cape anxiously, wanting his attention…almost desperately. It was a truly sweet relationship, the way Piccolo cared for my father and my father returning easily and eagerly.

I had spoken to my grandfather about their relationship after I had been staying with them for a month in curiosity about my father's relationship with Piccolo. He told me about how Piccolo was before, an awful "person" to say the least, and how Gohan in all other terms unfroze his heart. Ever since then Gohan has followed Piccolo around like a happy pup.

Thinking about that now watching them, I can clearly see that. I can't help, but believe it must have been a huge blow for my father to watch Piccolo die.

I was and infant when Piccolo died, in fact it was the same night my mother was murdered. My father had never talked about Piccolo, not once. So I was surprised when I met the green giant, never knowing of his existence. Then again he would never have spoken a word about my mother if I hadn't had brought it up now an again.

I remember his distance from the subject whenever we spoke, even at 4 I could tell he was uncomfortable breaching the subject. Bulma had defended his reactions, saying Gohan's way of copping was to "let sleeping dogs lie". The statement only fueled my hatred for him later in life, figuring he preferred to believe my mother never existed.

I'm not so sure that was the case anymore. I guess I had to learn from experience. I can't talk about anyone I knew in my time, but if I could I doubt I would anyways. In some ways it keeps me from loosing my wits.

"I was talking with Kami about the androids. Apparently he can't sense them either, so they must still be in creation." Goku let out a heavy sigh, pleased by the news.

"Great, everything still on schedule." I can't help, but look annoyed. No duh, we haven't even passed the first year mark, though with the luck of this family they would come early.

"You have something to say?" I look up at the three men, caught thinking. I shake my head in a silent answer. Piccolo huffs ready to prod at my mind more, then Gohan's stomach grumbles followed by my own.

"Sorry." Gohan sounded, hand sliding behind his head, son grin included.

"We did work up a sweat. How about we go get something to eat, huh?" The bubbling young man smiled wider, if that was possible and nodded in total agreement.

"Come on Piccolo! You haven't had Pan's cooking yet. She cooks as good as mom does." Gohan nudged Piccolo once more pulling his cape towards the ground.

"She also eats like a sayian too." Goku patted me on the back, acknowledging out loud what I knew was slightly embarrassing for me.

We had actually spoken about sayians a few times, I had broached the subject as though I knew nothing of it, saying I had heard it referenced by my mother. It was wonderful to actually talk with another sayian, even when I couldn't reveal my status. We were all laughing except for Piccolo when I felt it.

A shiver crawled up my spine. That can't be right. I noticed Goku's face had changed as well, he had sensed it to. The laughing had completely stopped when Gohan had finally felt it as well. Someone or something was coming.

As though on cue, in the distance I spotted Krillin, Yamcha who was carrying Bulma, and Vegeta rocketing in front of them.

"Is it them?" Gohan's voice had dropped, a rough texture to it.

"No, it's too weak, but it's amazing." I couldn't read it completely, but my god what was it. There was something there; I couldn't quite find it.

Krillin and the rest of them had finally reached us and were arguing over there ideas of who it was. Apparently they had all been over at Capsule Corps. at the time when the energy signal appeared.

"Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on!" Bulma struggled in Yamcha's grasp, screaming for attention.

I floated over to the group yelling gaining their curious gazes. "I don't you think you should be here Bulma-san, let me take you down to the forest okay."

"Thank you." The victorious smile on her face flashes towards the others, as she latches onto me. Vegeta raised his eyebrow, the scrutinizing gaze measuring every move. Apparently Bulma noticed this gaze, like I felt it on me. Her eyes squinting she growled at Vegeta.

"Knock it off, Vegeta. What is wrong with you? You've been acting weird lately." Even as he retorted his eyes never left mine.

"Shut up Onna, or I'll make you really wish your boy toy hadn't brought you here." Her mouth fell open at the statement, and then closed ready for another attack.

"Now look here Veggie-head-"

"Bulma, I really think I ought to put you down now." Her sigh is one of disappointment since she is not able to finish her line.

I descended passing the tall trees, to the forest floor. I set the blue haired woman gently down. As we landed her hands moved directly to her clothes smoothing the invisible wrinkles caused the flight here. I'm about to rise again after a moment when her words stop me.

"Are you worried?"

My black hair is pushed back by a passing wind. I can't help, but wonder what was the motive of her question.

"About what?"

"The energy level. Are you afraid it's them?" Funny, I never thought about being afraid this time. I don't think I could truly fear them the same way again, what was the worst that could happen. I could die. That's almost amusing.

"No, I'm not." The breeze fluttered about the forest grounds throwing stray leaves into the air. Strands of blue and black lifted as well, the silence deafening.

"I am." I turn to her surprised by the acknowledgement. "I've never been more scared in my life." Another shiver.

"Bulma there is no reason to be afraid, you'll be fine. We don't even know what that signal means. Don't worry I promise I won't let anything happen to you." Pink lips curve slowly, her hair brushed from her shoulder as she tilted her head.

"I'm not afraid for me."

"Then who a-"

"You. All of them." Her hand motioned to the others floating in the sky. "I care very much about them, and would die if any of them were taken away." The laugh that escaped her lips eased my tension. "I suppose that is like worrying about myself."

"Bulma I…" Her cerulean eyes lifted to mine. I really don't know what to say. "I have to go now." Nodding she backed up another step deeper in the forest.

"Good luck hon." With that I rose into the air, an unsettling feeling shaking up my nerves.

When I reached the others, Vegeta turned to me his gaze speak for him. There was something he held underneath that surface. An ace I knew he wouldn't play at the moment but wasn't afraid of doing so if necessary.

"Bulma's safe on the ground for the moment, but really I don't think she should be down there." Yamcha looked guiltily at the ground. That man has no balls. Wait let me correct myself; he does have balls he just happens to follow his other head.

No wonder Bulma left him for Vegeta, I would have.

Then I found it. It hit my like a lightning bolt. Oh my kami, that's not possible. Everyone's eyes were turned towards the being giving of the signal, who was hovering not four feet in front of us.

Every face in the group looked just as shocked as mine. "It can't be." Vegeta hovering next to me was the first to snap out of his shock, his energy skyrocketing and he shot forward.

I blinked, my body coming out of its amazement and I chased after him. "Vegeta, NO!"

The electricity crackled as his fist connected with mine.