A/N: Don't own YGO or DBZ. Sorry about the wait! Specials thanks to Caorann fridh Bronach for beta reading.

It was Mokuba's determination that managed to save them all.

Using one of his powers, he was able to slow the jet's descent into the sea but not by much. The young Kaiba fell into blackness, a void of nothingness that swallowed him whole. However, this only lasted for what seemed like a few seconds. It might've been shock that had caused him to faint because someone grabbed him before he hit the panel of the jet where the intercom had been.

Mokuba's eyes opened very slowly and all his senses returned. He was very wet and feeling very cold. "W-Where am I?" Everything came into focus and beneath him was a wild and menacing Devil's Triangle. It suddenly occurred to him that someone was holding him tightly. "…Seto…" And then he screamed, realizing the danger of the situation.

"I've got you!"

Mokuba's arms hung limply above the angry waters. "G-Goten?" he stammered. Now even more shock registered. He was above the sea…in midair! "Gah!"

The frightened voice of Goten Son filled his ears: "There's an island over there. I'll take you there-"

"The others!" Mokuba coughed, barely hearing his friend over the roar of the storm.

"I'll get them, too!"

Mokuba felt no desire to hold his tears of agony back, so he let them flow freely. What if his friends were dead? What if he couldn't save Seto? Could Goten really fly?

Within moments, Mokuba was placed against the damp sand of the piece of land and Goten disappeared back into the fray.

The raven-haired boy sunk back into dark oblivion.

Inside the jet, the gang was not doing very well. Thankfully, they were saved from serious damage to their bodies through Mokuba's unconsciously quick use of his powers. Not only that, they were all still in their crash belts when the jet hit the sea. It was a miracle (save for maybe a bad case of whiplash). Despite that, they were still in critical danger.

"Oh, my, gosh, we're going to die!" Tea shrieked, gripping the seat tightly, not facing any battle for tears. "No! Please!"

"Tea!" Yugi cried, "Undo your belt! Hurry!" The tri-colored teenager had already undone his and was making his way swiftly to where Tea was, extremely worried for her life, more so than his own.

Breathing in quick gasps, Tea undid the belt as Yugi tread through the water. "Yugi!" she cried, and then accidentally gulped down some seawater. Coughing, she plunged into the frigid water that was quickly filling the jet.

Yugi grabbed her hand, taking the extra effort to squeeze it, hoping it gave her some sort of reassurance, no matter how small. "Everything's going to be all right!" he yelled back, praying it would be. He hated to see her distressed, in any kind of danger.

"Over here! Hurry!" Tristan shouted over the roar as he and Joey fought to keep the jet's doors open against the massive waves that drove against the jet.

"We're not going to make it!" Duke hollered, half-swimming over to the two teenage boys, holding an unconscious Bakura above the water. "It's a miracle we're still here right now!"

"No! Don't give up!" Yugi and a crying Tea reached the group. "We have to try and swim for it!" he told them, even though he knew the chances of surviving were against them.

"Are you blind?" Duke argued wildly, glaring. "Look around! It's only minutes before we-"

"Hey!" Joey broke in. "W-We're being-"

"Pulled out of the water!" Tristan finished for him, astonished by honest-to-goodness truth: they really were being hauled out of the sea, as if they were nothing more than a rubber duck in a bathtub. The water level was sinking fast and all fell to their knees and posteriors. "Wha-What's happening?"

Outside in the storm, Goten groaned as he brought the jet to the island where Mokuba lay. 'I…I really wish Gohan or Dad or even Trunks could help me,' he thought, knowing he wasn't quite as strong as they were. Trunks was stronger because he was older, which really dampened Goten's spirits at times, but often, the younger Son wouldn't let it get to him. Still, if any one of them were here, they'd handle the situation better than he could. When he got back to his own world, he'd have quite a story to tell.

When he got back… Goten hoped with all his heart that he would be able to return home soon. Right now, he was alone, even with newfound friends. He was simply, utterly, alone in a foreign and alien world. Loneliness crept into his soul as he attempted to restrain and then ignore this undeniable veracity.

Once the jet was set upon the wet sand, the teenagers scrambled out like crawly creatures out of a log and raced for the limp, soaked form of Mokuba Kaiba. "Mokuba!" Tea screeched, fearing the absolute worst.

"Where's Goten?" Duke demanded, suddenly remembering the young passenger.

"The kid's missing!" Tristan shouted as Joey, Tea, and Yugi ran over to Mokuba.

"I'm right here." The weary demi-Saiyan dropped to the ground, close to tears. He was the son of the greatest hero on earth, the son of the daughter of Ox King, the brother of the destroyer of Cell. He knew Vegeta, Bulma, Trunks, Yamcha, Krillin, Tien, and even Master Roshi. He knew all these strong-willed, strong-minded, and powerful people. Half his blood was Saiyan – he could fly! He had incredible strength, but all these facts and acquaintances could not and would not cover the reality of who Goten really was: seven-years-old.

He was only seven, a mere child for crying out loud! Nothing could erase the truth that he was not old enough to take care of himself. He was not as smart as Gohan, so he would not be able to figure out a way to get home or at least back to Domino City. And he certainly wouldn't be able to take charge and keep a cool head in tough situations. All his life he had depended on others, but now his moment of truth had come.

'I'll be strong for you, big brother,' Goten thought, closing his eyes, allowing the tears to slide and mingle with raindrops. Mokuba, at least, was still here (he knew Mokuba had to be alive). During the flight, Mokuba had shared many of his experiences with the half-Saiyan. 'If Mokuba can do it, so can I,' Goten concluded, glad to have found another person to look up and relate to.

The two of them would make their brothers proud.

"Goten!" Tristan sighed in relief. The safety of the two young kids was the foremost priority.

"He's alive!" Joey was holding his jacket over his face, a temporary cover. "Mokuba's alive!"

"But we won't be if we don't find shelter – soon!" Duke shouted back amidst the thunder. "We have to get back into the jet. It's the only option we have." He had carefully placed Bakura on the jet floor inside before he had gone out.

"Hurry!" Yugi cried, running alongside Tea and Joey, who carried Mokuba in his arms. "The storm's getting worse!"

"How do we know the jet won't be destroyed by the storm or sea?" Tristan said, already inside. "How do we know we'll be safe?"

Tea sobbed quietly as she pushed away the bangs out of Mokuba's eyes. Joey grimly checked Bakura's vital points. Duke and Goten sat near the front of the jet and Tristan stared Yugi in the eyes, waiting for an answer.

"Faith," Yugi replied calmly, his violet eyes determined-looking. "We've got to hope."

Why did everything happen to him?

Once more, he wished he had a normal and happy life. Not that he wasn't happy – he was glad he and his brother were still alive and together, especially as the only known family left in the world. But being kidnapped from time to time and getting caught in danger was tiring and frustrating, not to mention depressing.

These new powers of his didn't help, either.

'I sure hope we make it home alive…'

'I'm so scared.'

'Gohan…'

'Come on, Mokuba. Bakura. Wake up you guys!'

Couldn't they at least let him be unconscious in peace?

Dimly aware of their thoughts, Mokuba opened his eyes at long last and was met with a raindrop in the eye, obviously from the roof of the jet. Raindrop… Everything returned to him in a flash and he sat up, sending a thought of his own to the rest through one of his powers: 'I flew!'

"Mokuba!" Tea dashed to the boy's side, throwing her arms around him in a tight hug. "I was afraid you'd never wake up!"

"He just talked to us in our minds!" Joey appeared to be on the edge of a breakdown. How was he able to communicate with them in their minds! It was unreal!

"You flew?" Tristan echoed, confused. "Didn't the other kid mention something about flying?"

"And how are we going to get back home?" Duke added to the conversation.

Wincing at the sudden loud voices, Mokuba sat up, moaning. "S-Seto," he murmured distantly, wishing for the hundredth time that the elder Kaiba were here with him.

"Easy, Mokuba," Yugi chided gently. "You should lie down and rest. We're safe for the meantime."

"What did you mean about flying?" Joey demanded, sitting on his knees between Duke and Bakura. "Did you bring the jet here?"

"I did," Goten confessed, not feeling the urge to share one his cheerful, little smiles. He didn't feel much like smiling right now.

"What!"

"He really can fly!"

"I don't believe you…"

"I do," Mokuba stated plainly, eyelids shut for a moment. "He really did fly and he carried me and you guys here…" Mokuba did not doubt for one second that Goten had brought a large-scale jet from the sea to the land. Strange things were happening; it was best not to rule anything out. Bizarre stuff was happening to him, too.

Discussion went on, despite the storm. Clearly, they had all resolved that they would be sheltered and out of harm's way.

For a little while, anyway.

I've thought more about my situation. At this point in time, it is completely hopeless. Not that there ever was much hope. I'm not a hopeful person.

Mokuba is…I really miss that kid. I could use some of his encouragement about now. They took me to another room where I was beaten – not viciously. No one was exercising their brutal strength, but They made it clear I was to work only on the project, lest there be more consequences. I have a pretty good idea of what they mean by "consequences."

I did not attempt to ask any more questions this time. I will eventually, when the time is right, but right now, I want to escape and search this place myself. It is blatantly evident that there is no point in trying to escape the whole place itself. I probably would not even make it to the sea.

So I have to do what I can now.