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Muten Roshi lay back and sighed as he rested his head on his arms. He had just finished reading some of his favorite "Literature", and it was time for his nap. Ever since Goku and Krillin left, life sure has been quiet. No new adventures… no Dragonball hunts… and thankfully, no evil villains. Guess I can't complain, but I sure would like to see those two boys again…

His old body began to shut down, caused by a mixed effect of the morning training, and the afternoon's beer. Just as the world faded into sleep, a loud explosion rocked the old timer off of his lawn chair. He quickly put back on his sunglasses and stared in surprise at the sight before him. A large craft of some sort had appeared in the sky, and was slowly hovering downward toward the ground. He would have been alarmed, except the words "Capsule Corp." were painted on the side. Bulma must be up to some sort of trickery…

But as the craft landed and the top hatch flipped up, Roshi was surprised to find not Bulma stepping down, but a young teenaged boy. His hair was of a lavender color, long, curly, and flowing in the winds of Kame Island. He jumped out of the cockpit, a confused look on his face.

"Can I help you, young man?" Roshi casually strolled up to the disoriented youth. He's probably just a capsule corp. employee. Maybe he has a message from Bulma.

The young man turned to Roshi and frowned. "This may sound crazy, but where am I?"

Roshi narrowed his eyes from behind his sunglasses. "You're on Kame Island, stranger." He noticed the sword strapped onto the boy's back, and he felt his ki involuntarily rise. "Is there something you want?"

"Well, my name is Trunks. I have come seeking someone named Yamcha."

Roshi sighed, his ki dropping back down a bit. "Well, then… I'm afraid I have some bad news. Yamcha is… no longer with us."

Trunks cocked his head to the side in shock. "He was already killed by the Androids?… I must have came to the wrong time…"

Roshi frowned slightly. "Boy, what are you talking about? Yamcha was killed during a battle in space. We should have him revived shortly. Bulma has gathered nearly all the Dragonballs."

Trunks' face split into a huge grin. "Awesome! So I'm not too late, I'm just a little early!"

Roshi once again gave his visitor a puzzled stare. "I'm not at all sure I know what you are talking about, but if you want, you can come with me when I go to see the boys restored."

Trunks nodded enthusiastically. Great! Now I have a chance to fix this terrible world.


"Arise, great dragon! Come forth and grant us a wish!"

Trunks watched on in wonder as the mighty Shenron burst out of the gathered Dragonballs of Earth. He found it funny that all the others surrounding him acted as if this was an everyday occurrence. Muten Roshi, Bulma, Piccolo, Oolong, Puar, Chi Chi, Lunch, and the Ox King all watched the great dragon with expectant eyes.

The booming voice of the deity rung out through the air, and once again, Trunks found himself to be the only one amazed. "Tell me your wish, mortals, and it shall be yours."

Piccolo stepped forward, cleared his throat, and rose his hands into the air. "I wish for you to bring back all the fighters who died fighting against Frieza and his men!" There had been a long argument between Nail and Piccolo, and it obviously was one that Nail had won. Perhaps there had been a speck of uncertainty in Piccolo to begin with.

The dragon paused for a moment, mulling over the wish. "I am afraid I cannot fulfill your wish in its entirety. The ones known as Krillin and Chaozu have already been restored by my power once before. They cannot be brought back again."

Piccolo nodded. "Very well. Bring us back all besides those two."

"It shall be done."

There was a blinding flash of light, and Trunks shielded his eyes. When he was once again able to see, there was a much different scene before him. There were many strong looking fighters sprawled out across the lawn, obviously feeling slightly displaced. Being transferred across dimensions in a moment must do that to you…

The people gathered around him rushed forward as they ran toward their revived loved ones.


"Tien!" The three eyed warrior slowly sat up, turning toward the sound of his name. Lunch came running up, but instead of the anger he was expecting, there were tears in her eyes. Her blue hair flapped in the wind, and in her arms was a small baby.

Tien jumped back in shock. "A… a baby!"

Lunch smiled softly. "I had him shortly after you had left for space."

Tien staggered backwards. "I… I had no idea…"

"Neither did I. I've been waiting patiently for you to return. The boy needs a name."

The triclops thought for a moment. Despite his cold exterior, this was something he had given a lot of thought. "Go. Go-shin-han."

Lunch smiled softly, handing him Go. Tien found himself staring at his son, a third eye protruding from his forehead. He will be a great warrior. He already has the symbol of enlightenment. I shall personally train him.


"Yamcha!" Bulma threw herself into her boyfriend's arms. They kissed passionately for several moments, until they both noticed a presence behind them. Trunks cleared his throat.

"Oh yeah, Yamcha. This guy came here looking for you. Do you know him?"

Yamcha looked Trunks up and down with a puzzled frown. He looks really familiar, but I can't put my finger on it… "No, I don't think I know you. Why are you looking for me?"

Trunks shook his head with a small smile on his face. "Not yet. I need your help with something, but it can wait." He turned around and walked off as he passively watched the other reunions.

Yamcha shrugged, turning back to Bulma. "You and I have a lot of catching up to do…"


"Where's Gohan?" Goku's eyes went wide as he heard the voice of his wife. He jumped up in front of her, fear etched across his face.

"Hey, Chi Chi!"

Chi Chi merely growled, elbowing her way past Goku. "I'll deal with you in a minute! Where is my son?"

Goku's face fell as he hung his head. "I… I'm sorry, Chi Chi."

"What?" Chi Chi's eyes flared with anger as she spun back around on Goku. "What happened to my baby?"

Goku cringed backwards. Hell had nothing compared to his wife. "He…he's gone…"

Chi Chi found herself unable to even scream. She collapsed to the ground, sobbing violently into her hands. "I knew it! I knew this would happen! Damn you, Goku! You never think! You always just rush off, and you don't worry about what will happen to your son!"

Goku's knees gave out from under him and he fell to the floor. I thought she was supposed to love me?… Why does she always yell?… Doesn't she understand how terrible I feel?…


Roshi sighed as he watched all the reunions. Watching everyone made him realize how much he missed Krillin. His island was just too quiet without the young monk and his ambitious training. Support had come from an unexpected place as Oolong had noticed Roshi's depression. Once the shape shifting pig had moved in, the old turtle master's mood had lightened some, but there was still a hole in his heart. He sighed, reminding himself that Krillin would be revived once they called forth the Namekian dragon.


Raditz sat up, surprised to find himself once again in the realm of the living. He looked around in shock, and his eyes stopped when they came around to a certain Namekian. He got to his feet, put on an arrogant smirk, and sauntered over to Piccolo.

"So. You made it off the planet in one piece, huh? Not bad for a green man, huh?" He grinned, slapping Piccolo on the back. For just one second, Piccolo's face slipped into a small smile. The former demon prince caught himself, however, and in less than a second there was no evidence of any emotion on his face. A second was a long time for a Sayian, however, and Raditz shook his head at Piccolo's defensive personality.


Vegeta and Yajirobe watched with no particular emotion or interest as everyone else reunited with their loved ones. Their eyes locked for one moment, and they shared a second of awkward silence. Yajirobe batted his eyes at him, breaking the tension with a big grin. Vegeta scowled, spinning around and rolling his eyes.

"Hello… Vegeta." Trunks hesitated slightly before walking up to the Sayian prince. Vegeta gave him a cold stare as he measured the boy up. Hmm, such a weak power level. What could this weakling want with me?…

Trunks seemed uncomfortable as he stammered with his words. Vegeta growled under his breath as he pushed his way past him. "I don't have time to waste on ridiculous humans. Out of my way!" The prince of the Sayians stalked off as Trunks' face fell. Yajirobe gave him a small shrug.


Several hors later, Piccolo's voice boomed out once again. "Porunga! Come forth and grant our wish!" He words were now the words of the ancient Namekian tongue, as the dragon responded to no other.

The bulky form of Porunga lit up the sky, accompanied by a flash of lightning that tore through the sky.

"Speak now your wishes, and they shall be fulfilled!"

Piccolo cleared his throat, not used to the harsh rasp of the Namekian language. "Bring the one known as Chaozu back to this plane of existence!"

Porunga nodded solemnly, and with another flash of light, the small emperor Chaozu was brought back to life. His eyes lit up as he saw Tien, but became confused as he saw Lunch with a child in her arms. Tien simply nodded at him, and with a bond that had nothing to do with telepathy, realization dawned on Chaozu. He could feel Tien's happiness in his own heart.

"Now bring the earthling known as Krillin back to this plane!"

Roshi's ears pricked up at the sound of Krillin's name, his body pulling to attention involuntarily. His sunglass covered eyes protected from the great flash of light, he saw a shape appear. The small shape steadily grew, reforming the body of the earthling.

"Wh…what's going on?" Krillin felt the sudden change of surroundings in more ways than one. So much energy on earth when compared to King Kai's planet… The Genki Dama should be a lot more powerful here…

Roshi came up to him, a large smile on his face. "Your power is incredible, Krillin! You have grown leagues beyond anything I could even imagine. You have made me proud, my boy."

Krillin's face broke into a grin. He had been stronger than his master for some time now, but this was the first time where he had openly admitted it. He felt his confidence build slightly from the praise, something he wasn't used to.

"Piccolo!" Everyone spun around as Goku's voice rang out.

Goku approached the Namekian, his face stone as they stood face to face. "I have a favor to ask of you."

Yamcha's eyes bulged slightly at that. Goku? Asking Piccolo for a favor…?

"I need to make a wish.", he went on. "Please ask the dragon to bring back my son."

Raditz tilted his head in surprise. Didn't that old woman say it was impossible?

"Shenron can't do it, but maybe this dragon can. His power seems to be a lot greater."

There was a strained silence as Piccolo stared into Goku's eyes.

My sworn enemy. He who killed my sire…And he wishes for me to revive his son…?

I thought we went through this?

Piccolo sighed inwardly. There is no end to your annoyance, Nail.

Perhaps. But I don't understand. You know why Goku killed the demon king. He had no choice, just as you fought against Frieza. How can you still hold a grudge?

Fine! I'll do it, but I won't like it.

Piccolo growled at Goku as he spun around wordlessly. Goku smiled softly as he watched his former enemy stalk back towards the looming figure of Porunga.

"For our final wish, bring back the one known as Son Gohan to this plane!"

Everyone's eyes adjusted, and the form of Gohan could be made out in the fading light. The young boy wiped several tears from his eyes as he looked around wildly.

"Mommy? Daddy?"

Goku's face split into his infamous grin as he watched his boy shakily stand up. He went to run towards him, but Chi Chi's voice stopped him dead in his tracks.

"Hold it right there, Goku!"

Both Gohan and Goku spun around in surprise as Chi Chi stepped between them, crossing her arms and glaring at Goku.

"You aren't allowed near him ever again!"

Goku cocked an eyebrow at his wife. "What do you mean?"

"I want a divorce! I won't let you hurt my little boy ever again!"

Everyone's eyes rose in shock. Tension could be felt through all the fighters as they watched to see what would happen. After what felt like an eternity, Goku rubbed the back of his neck.

"A divorce? What's that? Some kind of food? What does food have to do with Gohan, Chi Chi?"

Everyone feel forward in exasperation. Krillin climbed to his feet, shaking his head. First he though marriage was a food, and now he thinks divorce is a food… I wonder what he though of sex?…

Roshi stepped forward, a frown etched on his face. "Are you sure about this, Chi Chi?"

"Of course I'm sure! I am not letting you and this ragtag bunch of muscleheads ruin my boy! If it wasn't for you goons, Gohan wouldn't have gone into space and died!"

Chaozu hung his head at the mention of this.

All this is my fault…

Chaozu…?

The young emperor shook his head. Don't worry, Tien. I'll be fine…

Tien went to say something, but thought better of it as Chaozu slunked away. He knew the small psychic better than anyone. He would just need some time.


"What do you mean, never see them again?"

Yamcha frowned as he saw Goku's face fall. Ever since he had known him, the only time he had stopped smiling was when he was in battle and when he was hungry. Seeing Goku sad was slightly off-putting.

"That's what divorce means, Goku. She isn't your wife any longer. You know when Bulma and me get into fights, and we don't talk to each other for a long time?"

Goku stared at Yamcha wordlessly, tears forming under his eyes.

Yamcha sighed, turning toward Krillin. "This is a lot harder than it looks. Can't you think of something to make him feel better?"

Krillin shrugged. He searched his pockets, smiling as he came across an apple. He pulled it out, extending it in offer to his best friend. Goku scowled, knocking it out of the monk's hand.

Krillin and Yamcha looked at each other in shock. Even on the brink of death, Goku had never turned down a meal. "This is bad… how are we gonna get him to forget about Chi Chi?…"

Yamcha thought for a moment, his face twisting into a devious grin. "I think I have an idea."

Krillin tilted his head. "What?"

"A karaoke bar."


AN- Okay. So there's the chapter. I hope everyone liked it. Again, I implore everyone to go check out my website. There's some pretty cool comics on there that you would all like, and I update it pretty regularly, so bookmark it and come check it out often. Hope to see you guys there! Remember, www. Klyde. Net. And as for the next chapter, perhaps by a week from today I shall have it up. Goku drunk and angry at a karaoke? Should be interesting. See you soon!