Chapter Eleven: To Fix the Future and More

A/N: This is the ned of the story. My first story. And even though it has finally ended, I still do not own DBZ. Damn cookie...

They were all back at Capsule Corp tower and Ciara would be returning to her own time the next week. Everyone sat in the living room, not saying anything. Trunks and Pan still looked like it couldn't be true; they couldn't even look at Ciara. The secret was out. They knew who she was. And they also knew why she was there. But the man that gave her the disease was dead and they had the cure.

"Well, uh. I think we should all go to bed that way we can wish Ciara good luck early tomorrow for her journey." Bulma said getting up.

They all walked upstairs and Ciara stayed with Bra in her room. It took a while for everyone to sleep, but they managed to pull it off. Except for two lovers.

Trunks walked out of the hallway bathroom and first he saw Pan. They stared at each other and blushed deeply as they turned their heads like they were children. Finally Trunks cleared his throat.

"Do you, uh, want to go on, a uh-" He stammered.

"Yeah, sure. Let's go for a walk." said Pan hurriedly. They walked out to the back gardens and sat down at the swinging bench.

"Well, uh, a lot has happened today huh?" Trunks said nervously.

"Yeah, we've just found out that in ten years, we'll be parents…" Pan whispered. Trunks bit his lip and wrapped his arm around Pan's waist.

"I wouldn't want anyone else to raise a family with except you." Pan smiled and laid her head against his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair and down her neck. "Usually when a teenager says you're the daddy, you must be on Jerry Springer." Pan smiled.

She looked up to gaze at his sapphire eyes. "Do you think I'll be a good Mom?"

Trunks smiled and bent his head towards hers. "I think you'll be the best Mom ever." They met in a kiss that started tender and worked into a fiery passionate one.

Ciara looked at the machine and back at the others and smiled. "Guess this is goodbye. Take care you guys." She climbed in the machine and strapped herself in and gave Bulma a thumbs up sign. She punched in the coordinates and they whirling, spinning, and nausea came back. Finally it stopped.

Ciara looked around. Again she found herself in a wooded area. She unhooked the latch and climbed out then capsuled the machine. She pulled on the strap of her bag and made sure the vials of antidote were in there. She recognized this area now. It was the back woods of her grandparents house. She clicked on the ki compressor on her ankle to make sure that they couldn't sense her. Slowly she began to walk to the back door and slowly opened it.

Carefully she stepped in taking tiptoes down the hall. She heard talking in the kitchen and stopped to listen.

"She had a good day today. Was almostable to stand up and eat on her own." It was the voice of her father. Ciara bit her lip as she almost let out a sigh. Her mother was still alive.

"Don't worry Trunks, Ciara will come back soon." Bra said. She heard Bulma nervously move stuff around in the pantry.

"You say that everyday! Bra, she is only fifteen! She isn't mature enough for that kind of stuff! Something could've seriously happened to her! She can't take care of herself!" That was when Ciara rounded the corner and saw her father, Bra, Goten, and Bulma.

"I beg your pardon?" They all whipped around. Trunks was white in the face. His lavender hair reached to his shoulders and it looked like he hadn't slept or shaved since she left.

"CIARA!" They all got up and squeezed her to death and planted kisses all over her. Trunks looked like he was going to cry when he saw her.

"We were so worried when you didn't give us any contact." Bulma said.

"Honey are you okay?" Trunks said.

"I'm fine Dad, and-" she fished out one of the vials of the red liquid,"-thanks to this, so will Mom." Trunks stared at the vial. Bulma reached out and took it.

"This is it. This is actually it. Ciara got it! She got it!" Bulma began crying as Ciara took out more and more of the vials. Trunks wrapped his arms around Ciara's shoulders.

"She's gonna be okay then…we all are…" Tears streamed down and landed on her denim jacket. Her tears fell on his. It was going to be a happy ending.

Eight years later (or eleven years ago in Mirai time)

Videl fixed the front of her dress and checked her make up. Bulma was having her very important dinner and everyone was going to be there, even their new grandkids. Pan and Trunks had a three year old daughter named Ciara. Bra and Goten had a five year old son named Gogeta and she was pregnant again, and Marron and Uub had a five year old named Denim, a two year old son named Christopher, and another three month old son named Joshua. Most of the attention would be on the kids, but nobody minded much.

Videl looked up at the stairs, "C'mon Gohan. We need to leave soon or we'll be late."

Gohan came down the stairs in a suit and tie. "How do I look?"

Videl walked up to him and straightened his tie, "Very nice dear. Now c'mon or we're gonna me late." They walked out of the house to their car. Except that every tire on the car had slash marks and were flat. "Oh no. What happened?"

Gohan bent down to the tires, "They look like animal tears."

Videl put her hands on her hips, "An animal didn't do that, Gohan."

He stood up and dusted off the pants of his suit. "Would you rather it be an animal or a mad axe man?"

Videl crossed her arms, "Neither." She let out a sigh and let her arms drop. "Looks like we'll be flying." Gohan walked up to her and picked her up in his arms.

"My lady, shall I carry you to the banquet?" He said like a romance.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, "Yes you may fine sir." They flew off into the air.

A figure stepped out of the woods wearing blue jeans and a denim jacket. Ciara watched her grandparents fly off and she smiled. She turned back into the woods and began whistling a tune while swinging the pocket knife on her finger. She might not be able to have them, but this Ciara could. She climbed back into her time machine and took off.

She stepped down from the machine and quietly exited from the lab. She walked through the house and went into the kitchen where she heard someone humming. A woman that had raven black hair in a bun was cooking dinner. She wore a pair of torn jeans and a t-shirt with an apron draped over her shoulders. Ciara sat down at the table.

"What's cooking Mom?" Ciara pulled off her jacket and set it on the chair.

Pan smiled, "Chicken, pork, stew, rolls, sushi, beans, rice, turkey, tuna, pizza, and whatever else I can find to fill this family's appetite." Pan turned to her daughter. "Do you want anything?" Ciara fell over and they both laughed. Pan walked over and hugged her daughter. "I love you sweetie." She kissed her forehead.

Ciara smiled, "Love you too Mom." A burning smell reached her nostrils. "Mom, your roast is on fire."

"What! Oh no!" Pan took out the roast and began to slap it with a rag to reduce the flame. "Ah, kuso!" They both looked at each other and laughed. It was alright. They were all alright. They were all a family.

The End