A Daughter's Difference Chapter 4: Bon Voyage, a dragon ball z fanfic

Chapter 4: Bon Voyage

An: So let's start with the reason why this is being posted almost a week and a half after I said it was going to be posted. The first reason was laziness,, there was a scene that just would not work and for the love of me, I re-wrote that scene over and over again. Cookies to the people that can figure out which scene that was. Eventually I took a 'little' break and came back with a clear head and finished the scene. The second and primary reason was that I did not see that I started school about 2 weeks ago and did not anticipate what a setback that would have been on my free time. (Give me a break this is my first story while attending U as well.) So yeah my bad, but at least it's here. One last thing thanks to all those that reviewed. Also sorry this chapter may have more grammatical errors. Poor Ace was sick and I couldn't get in contact with Power.

Mirai Timeline

In the kitchen only two souls remained. Trunks had just walked out saying something about checking on the Time Machine, and Bulma stated she needed to be getting back to her lab.

Chichi had taken it upon herself to clear the mess left behind from breakfast. As she picked up stack after stack of plates, depositing them in the sink, and began washing them, Pan sat on her high chair looking on.

"… so, what are we doing today Grandma?" Pan asked.

Chichi walked back towards the table, drying her hands on her apron. "I'm not sure Pan, but I'm sure we can think of something to do." Chichi responded making sure her hands were dry before pulling a chair to sit.

"Les go for a walk, and then we can go play in the back yard, and then we can come back for lunch, and then we can –" Pan rambled on animatedly as Chichi listened on with a smile at her granddaughter's eagerness.

"Okay, okay honey. First of all it's 'let's' with a 't' sound in the middle not 'les', and I don't know, maybe we should do another language class." Chichi corrected with a smile as Pan shook her head at the idea of being stuck inside all day with books.

"Aw Grandma, I want to go outside," Pan whined.

Chichi laughed at her granddaughter's protest. It seems no matter what generation the child is from; studying is not one of their priorities. Then she remembered her days with her grandchild were limited, and suddenly she did not want to waste her remaining time in front of books. Chichi didn't want Pan's last memory to be of them studying.

"Alright, you win. Let's go out for a walk, and maybe we'll even train a little bit," Chichi conceded.

The sparkle in Pan's eye returned as soon as she heard that not only was she going to not study, but she was going to be able to train. Not one for waiting, Pan pumped her fist into the air before dashing towards her room for her Gi.

Chichi looked towards the corridor Pan disappeared for a second before walking back to the sink to finish as many dishware as possible, while Pan changed.

Ten minutes later Pan stepped into the kitchen wearing a small purple Gi with a red sash around her waist and red wristbands. She looked up to her grandmother to tell her she was ready.

Chichi looked down and saw her granddaughter's outfit. Apparently Trunks had told her that when Gohan was a boy, he would wear a purple training Gi. The very next day, Pan begged her grandmother to make her one like her father's. As she saw Pan, she could see a very young Gohan smiling at her. All she needed was a bowl cut and that white neck brace, and Pan would be a splitting image of her father. That image felt like a knife to her heart, at the thought of her only child.

A hiccup could not be stopped, and her eyes began to water, as she clenched her hand over her heart.

Pan fearing for her grandmother's sudden change of attitude asked her worriedly, "Are you okay Grandma?"

Chichi kneeled in front of Pan and wiping any excess moisture from her eyes; Chichi smiled and nodded her head in the hopes it would disperse any worry from Pan. "How about we go for that walk now?" She attempted to distract Pan.

"Okay!" Pan exclaimed.

And so, the last two members of the once proud Son family, walked out of Capsule Corp.

After a few hours of walking around the remains of West City, often time waving 'hello' to any person they saw walking along, they made it to a simple clearing. The major cities were once again on route to making a recovery. It was predicted that in a few years, the damage those wicked androids had inflicted on Earth may be just a fragment memory in the older generations.

Chichi found a stump that had been cut long ago, so she may sit as she watched her granddaughter. In the mean time Pan began to go through the motions. The katas her grandmother had taught had become almost second nature to her.

Some may wonder why Chichi of all people would be the one to train Pan, but this was thanks to those dreadful machines. Those androids had taught her that even with all the knowledge in the world, meant little to nothing to those beasts. What good does knowledge about some long dead poets help a warrior fighting for his life?

That doesn't mean she has given up on education as being a priority in life, but now she understands that there are more important things in life. It's too bad it took some maniacal death robots that almost killed the world and the loss of almost all her family for her to finally understand that lesson.

Chichi clenched her hands on her lap, as her mind once again drifted back to her son. She could still remember her naivety at the thought of controlling her son, and getting him to step away from martial arts. How foolish of her to think that a boy that was born from two strong martial arts families would be anything but a fighters. Hell, even he descended from a race that prided themselves in their fighting abilities.

Yes, she was foolish. She just didn't want him to get hurt like she saw Goku get hurt in his battle with Piccolo. In the end though, what good did that do? She tried to enforce knowledge from a very early age, in her sad attempt to curve his enthusiasm towards books, but in the end the fighter's blood in him was stronger. His 'will' to protect others was stronger. She should have seen that, but her foolishness blinded her and tragically, she lost her son.

It's been years since his death, and time hasn't healed those wounds. However something has changed. Her guilt. Over the years she has since analyzed all her decisions and all her comments. One question still plagues her mind, would Gohan still be alive, if she had just let him train instead of forcing him to study? She wonders if her decision to protect him from harm, in the end put him more in danger. The more she thinks about it, the more she convinces herself of the grave mistake with heavy consequence her worries put on her first child.

She could still see her son's smiling face every time Piccolo came by to see him. It was the same smile she often saw Pan wear when they trained. Their eyes were always bright at the prospect of improving. It is for that reason that it hurt to know that she was the reason that brightness in her son's eyes would often disappear when she would try to confine him to his studies.

'A load of good that did,' Chichi summarized.

She remembered how often her husband and Piccolo would speak to her about the natural talent Gohan had as a child. They tried to warn her, they tried to help her understand the nature of this world, but she was just too stubborn to listen. They painted a grim picture of a future with no world protectors other than Gohan, yet she thought of that idea as ludicrous. The idea of everyone dying at the same time never seemed plausible to her. Piccolo and Vegeta always seemed too strong. As much as she didn't trust them, she knew they would protect this planet.

By the time she realized her folly it was too late. Within a year of the androids' attack, all but Gohan and Piccolo were what remained of the Z-fighters. The dedication she saw within the green warrior to their protection was admirable, till the very last minute.

It was no secret there animosity between Piccolo and herself, but during that year she began to see him as a different person. The person Gohan had seen him for.

Flashback:

Chichi was sitting on her couch gently stroking Gohan's hair, as he had barely fallen asleep. Gohan had been crying for what seemed like days. There was nothing to calm the poor demi-saiyan. He had returned from a recent battlefield. It was confirmed, Krillin had perished like the other. There was nobody in that city to save. Those dreadful androids had made sure to kill the entire population. Thousands of innocent souls snuffed out like a candle light.

Chichi sighed, "Were there any survivors?"

Piccolo, who had practically moved in since the beginning of the invasion, shook his head and spoke from where he leaned against the doorframe to the living room, "No, I checked for any Ki's, there weren't any."

Chichi looked down at the broken-down form of Gohan. "Thank you, for bringing him back. I know it must have been a great shock for him to see someone as close as Krillin there," Chichi spoke softly.

Piccolo cringed slightly as a flash of Krillin's mutilated body passed through his mind. True, he never got along with the other fighters, but Krillin was still a comrade. He shook he head to clear that image and grunted as a response.

"Piccolo what are we going to do? Gohan is not ready, and I don't want him to fight. I have already lost Goku; I can't lose Gohan as well." Chichi began to sob.

"I have seen the destructive power of a Super Saiyan. If only we can get Gohan to access that power. It might be our only hope, but he had slacked off for too long. He has gotten better, but I fear all that time without training is catching up with him. We also don't know what else is needed in order to complete the transformation." Piccolo whispered, hoping it would not awaken the young demi-saiyan.

Chichi bowed her head, "I'm sorry, Goku told me many times he wanted to show Gohan how to transform, but I just thought it pointless. But you have to believe, I – I never thought this could happen. I just don't want him to get hurt."

Piccolo walked over to Chichi and placed one of his hands on her shoulder, "Shhh, you will awaken Gohan. What is done is done. I once made a promise; Gohan saved me from myself, and for that debt I promise I will do everything in my power to protect him.

"Believe me Chichi I wouldn't want him to fight either in life-or-death situations, but it is the hand the Kais has handed us, and we need to accept and prevail. I will train him for as long as I have time in this world. I just hope it's enough," Piccolo sadly concluded.

Flashback over

Chichi raised her gaze from her clenched hand to look at Pan. She was still performing her favored kata. 'If anything happens, you will be prepared. I made the mistake of getting overconfident in the abilities of others once, but never again.'

She was once again pulled back into the world of her memories, as she thought about 'Mister' Piccolo. Well at least the last time she would ever see him.

Flashback:

"I still think you should have stayed home Mom," Gohan exhaled. Gohan just didn't like to put his mother at risk, especially with those machines running around. He kept looking all around for the slightest sound of disturbance.

"I know Gohan, but you can't expect me to stay at home all the time." Chichi responded, clearly frustrated at the fact her son saw her as nothing more than some porcelain dish that could break at any moment.

"Plus the faster we pick up what we need, the faster you can have me back home, where 'I'm safe' as you say," finished Chichi using her fingers to quote 'I'm safe'. She began to walk ahead of her two companions. The town they were walking through seemed to be one of the few that had not been hit yet.

Piccolo grunted, "Come on kid, let's just get it over with." He too also walked away from the sighing Gohan.

"Okay." Gohan conceded and began to walk.

Fifteen had not passed, when a huge explosion could be seen and heard from the other side of the town. The town people could be heard scream, "ANDROIDS! ANDROIDS! Everyone run for your life!"

A look of fear passed through Chichi as she began to take in the sounds of screams all around her, and the people's attempts to escape the massacre. She looked towards her son, and her blood ran cold when she saw him.

Gohan was clenching his fists, "I will never forgive them; I will never FORGIVE THEM, THOSE ANDROIDS MUST PAY!" With Gohan's final battle cry, before Chichi or Piccolo could stop him, Gohan was flying towards the androids.

Chichi could still see those turquoise irises, but she regained control when she saw where Gohan was headed towards. "Piccolo, you have to stop him!" Chichi began running towards the scene.

Piccolo's shock at seeing those irises once again faded with Chichi's shrills. He took off after his student. 'Gohan is almost there. One final push and he will achieve the status of Super Saiyan.'

Piccolo made it just in time to see when Gohan struck 17 across his smirking face, sending the androids plummeting to the ground below.

17 picked himself off the debris he had been sent into. He growled at the young demi-saiyan floating above.

"Oh ho ho ha ahaha, 17 I can't believe you allowed yourself to be caught off-guard." 18 jubilantly responded when she saw her twin brother with scratches all over and a trail of blood from the side of his mouth.

This only served to infuriate 17 even more. "I hope you are ready to die kid," 17 sneered. "No one makes a fool out of me and gets away with it"

"You two will pay for all the suffering you have caused. No misdeed will go unpunished!" Gohan exclaimed.

This brought another smirk to 17's face, "Oh this heroic speeches always make me chuckle, well let's see if you can back it up little man."

17 immediately took off towards Gohan and delivered a devastating knee to Gohan's midsection. He followed it up with a twin hand jack hammer to his back. Gohan was catapulted towards the dirt below. Just before he hit the ground, Gohan was able to stead his decent until he stopped a few meters above the rubble remains of the city.

Gohan looked up at the still smirking android; he was still baiting Gohan to see if he wanted to continue. 'Damn! He's too fast. I could barely see him coming. Well no matter, I will prevail.' With that thought Gohan flew back towards the battle.

Fist kept flying back and forth. For every time Gohan was able to land a hit on 17, 17 returned the favor five times over. Within a few minutes Gohan was running on fumes. Gohan with spotted vision and dazed eyelids, could not see when 17 brought his fist back, and punch him square in the face. He hit a tree a few meters away hard, hard enough to dent it with his body, and his head bounce of the bark. Gohan was unconscious before he hit the ground.

"Well it's been fun kid. Maybe in your next life you will learn how to respect your superiors." 17 stated as he collected a ki ball in his palm with enough power to wipe Gohan off the face of the Earth.

Just before 17 could release his blast, two stretched green arms hit both 17 and 18 at the same time. Once again because of the androids' lack of attention, they were both sent flying. Piccolo quickly dashed towards Gohan and verified that Gohan was still breathing. He picked him up, and ran towards Chichi's approaching Ki.

"OH MY KAMI, GOHAN!? Piccolo is he fine?" Chichi babbled when she saw her son being carried towards her.

"Chichi listen to me. Gohan is fine, but I need you to take Gohan away from this place as fast as possible." Piccolo hurriedly told her handing Gohan into her awaiting arms. He knew that sucker punch would not be enough to drive those wretched machines away.

"What about you? You can fly us back faster." Chichi tried to reason with the green man.

"No, those beasts will only follow us, and we would all die." Piccolo took of his turban and his shoulder pads as he spoke. He dropped them to the ground beside them, making noticeable dents.

"Chichi, I told you I made a vow to always protect him, and it seems that my time has come." Piccolo moved one of Gohan's bangs from his face. He smiled briefly; it was the first time Chichi had seen that expression on the usually stoic man's face.

He took two steps back, and immediately a white aurora engulfed him. "Tell him, I will always be proud of him. Now go and don't turn back!" A second later Piccolo flew back towards the fight.

Chichi began to sprint out of that town with Gohan in her arms. She could not stop any tears that fell as she ran with all her strength. When she could go no more, she stopped and gently dropped her son. Behind her were now only ruins of a town that an hour ago had been thriving.

The sound of explosions finally came to an end with one final yell. The voice, though pitch slightly, was extremely familiar to her. It was the yell of the one person that had been their family's bodyguard for the last year. A man that since the beginning she had seen as only a menace had now given his life for their survival.

Flashback over

Who would have guessed that after all the insults she threw at him, he would one day save her. Gohan would later wake up to the sounds of her sobbing, and when he found out what happened to Piccolo, he lost it. That was the day Gohan ascended to Super Saiyan status.

It was also the day she found out what was the final ingredient to become a Super Saiyan: an emotional distress hard enough to push him over the limit.

Gohan would go on to continue training. Though she could see that the need for guidance lay heavy on his heart, and Gohan seemed so lost trying to find the limits of his new power. He needed a mentor, but there was no one left to help him. His frustration and anger kept leading Gohan to the brink of despair.

Then like a light at the end of the tunnel, Videl came into the life of Gohan. Videl will say that Gohan became her reason to keep living and that he was her savior, but Chichi suspected they helped each other. Videl became the beacon that lead Gohan away from the cliff of anguish.

She provided him with hope for a better tomorrow, and for that Chichi will be eternally grateful. However Videl was able to give Chichi one final gift, the gift of Pan. A gift that allowed her a second chance at doing things right, and to see her son once again, even if it was the child of her son. She could see Gohan in Pan's eyes, but could also see Videl's distinguishable attributes as well. It was like having them both once again.

She smiled as she looked at the three year old furiously going through her motions. Any other three year old would love to be playing with toys or dolls, but Pan was truly a product of her parents. Even if Pan never met them, the fighting spirit was strong in her.

"Grandma, are you looking? See I told you, I'm getting better," Pan enthusiastically spoke.

Chichi stood up from the stump and walked towards her. "You are getting better, but you have to remember to bring your elbow here." Chichi adjusted her elbow closer to her body. "If you don't then you risk exposing your left side when you go for a kick. See." Chichi imitated the movement.

"Oh… Okay, like this?" Pan once again brought her guard down, went for a spinning kick, and came back down putting her elbow exactly where her grandmother had showed her moments ago.

"Exactly!" Chichi responded when she saw the adjustments being made.

"How about we take a break Pan? I have juice and cookies in my bag." Chichi singsong the last part, knowing well that the only way to distract a person with Saiyan blood from training, was with food.

"Yay!" Pan dashed towards Chichi's knapsack for a treat. She pulled out a bag of cookies and a small juice. Pan sat within reach of the bag in order to draw out any other snacks.

Chichi smiled and sat once again on the same stump. She also pulled a small juice and looked up at the cloud formations above them. She did this until Pan's voice pulled her from her thoughts. Chichi looked down at Pan's downcast face.

"Grandma I'm scared … What if …what if daddy doesn't like me? What if he doesn't rec- recog–" Pan attempted to speak out her worries to her grandmother.

Chichi picked up the crying child and placed her on her lap. "Recognize you?" Pan nodded burying her face into her grandmother's torso.

"Your father will love you. Who wouldn't love such an interesting little girl like you, but you have to understand one thing Pan, your father will not recognize you when he first sees you." Chichi stated rubbing a pattern on her back to soothe her worries.

Pan pulled apart from Chichi far enough to be still be within her embrace, but enough to look up to her grandmother's eyes. Chichi could see the fear return full force into her widen eyes.

"You can't hold that against him; remember he does not know of your existence yet. He is from a different timeline, but I have no doubt he will see what a wonderful person you are. I know my son well enough to know he will not push you away if that is what you fear." Chichi had to explain what could happen so she isn't taken by surprise when her father doesn't recognize her.

Pan nodded, the only evidence that she had been crying were her puffy red eyes and two dried tear trails that marred her face. "Will you hold my hand when we meet him?"

The elder Son woman shook her head with a sad smile, "I'm sorry, but I won't be going. Only Trunks and you will be going to the past." Just as Chichi suspected, Pan didn't know the full implication of the trip and who would be going.

"But why?" Pan protested. She needed her grandmother there for support. Her grandmother had been her safety net all her life, and now her grandmother tells her that she won't be there when Pan needs her the most.

"For several reasons Pan, most you won't fully understand right now, but in time you will. One of the reasons is that Bulma's Time Machine can't carry us all. Trust me you will see how small the capsule is."

"But Trunks said I'm going to stay there forever, how will I see you Grandma?" Pan retorted still not coming to grips with the idea of never seeing her grandmother.

"Oh you will see me there, but remember like your father, that Grandma Chichi won't recognize you." Chichi responded with a smile

"I don't want to go anymore Grandma." Pan said reburying her face in Chichi's torso.

Chichi was touched by Pan's words, but her resolve to see a brighter future for her granddaughter was stronger. How much Chichi wished she could accompany her granddaughter, but she knew the risks of just Pan being there; she did not want to put that timeline in anymore danger with her presence. Plus like she told the Briefs duo yesterday, her life was nearing end, and she would like to know that her granddaughter was in safe hands.

"Aw honey, but didn't you want to meet your father?" Chichi tried to coax her granddaughter.

Pan just shook her head, but didn't say anything. If someone were to be looking at her face, they would see her biting her lip. Of course she wanted to meet her dad, but the price was too high in her mind.

"Panny look at me, come on look at me. Good. I want you to have a nice peaceful life, away from the chaos and ruins that is our time." Chichi sighed looking up to the sky.

"But I want you to come with Grandma, and if you don't come then I don't want to go," Pan retorted crossing her arms.

"Pan, I know for a fact that you have wanted to meet your father all your life. This is a golden opportunity. Remember the Time Machine can only make one more round trip." Chichi stated hold one finger up.

"I will be there, so will your Aunt Bulma and Trunks. Also you will be able to meet all the other people you have been hearing about from our stories, like Mister Piccolo.

But above all else you will get to meet your Dad, and maybe in time you might even meet your Mom. You can meet all of those people and more, but if you stay here, then none of that will be possible. Are you really okay with never meeting your Father?" Chichi questioned her granddaughter. She could see Pan mulling over her words over and over.

Chichi could see as she spoke about Gohan and Videl that Pan's eyes brighten at the thought. Maybe meeting Videl was a stretch, but Pan didn't need to know that. Chichi never thought it would be this difficult to convince her granddaughter, after she was practically dancing in the morning at the idea of going to the past.

"What will happen to you Grandma?" Pan responded after a long pause.

Chichi drew in a deep breath of air. "I'll be fine here honey, but I want you to meet your father. Won't you do this, for me?"

"What if he doesn't like me Grandma?" Pan questioned once again.

"I think I know your father fairly well, even if he is from another time, I know for a fact that he will love you." Chichi stated once again stroking her hair.

She understood Pan's fear of meeting her father. It was a fear any child had at meeting someone important, to be accepted constantly plagues their mind. It becomes a hundred times more difficult when it is a long lost parent. Chichi however was not worried. She knew Pan had nothing to worry about with Gohan.

Pan nodded. Both fell silent after this short exchange. Chichi however had one final plea for her granddaughter.

"Panny," Chichi said and waited until Pan's eyes met hers, "I have one final request.

"Pan, I know that your father will continue fighting. If he is anything like my son of this time, he will continue training to protect the innocent. It even seems that Gohan will become a stronger fighter, but even a strong fighter needs support. I'm sorry to say but I was never supportive, and something tells me that the 'me' of that time won't be either, so I ask you please be there for your father. Please Pan, I beg of you protect your father the way I never was able to." Chichi concluded with tears in her eyes.

"But how can I protect my daddy when he is so much stronger than me?" Pan innocently asked.

"There are many ways to protect a person, but I am not asking you to protect him in a fight. I want you to be there for him when he needs someone. I want you to cheer him up when he is down. Please Pan, be there for your father." Chichi said with a sad smile.

Pan nodded while smiling brightly. It felt good to have her grandmother trust her with this. 'I will make it my personal mission that no harm will come to my daddy,' Pan thought to herself.

"Alright, let's go back. It's about time for lunch," Chichi announced. Chichi got up and began to walk back. Pan was running ahead.

'I have done all I can Gohan, now I leave her in your hands,' Chichi thought as she looked up to the blue sky above.

Present Timeline

Gohan awoke abruptly a few hours before the rise of the sun. It had become routine since his last talk with Chichi. Two weeks had passed since that conversations and Gohan thought it could not get any worse.

He pulled his legs in as he began to violently shake. He fought for control. He fought so his transformation would not destroy the remains of his room. His hair began to flicker between the dark locks of his base form and the golden spikes of the Legendary Super Saiyan transformation. The rage was too tempting; after all it had festered all night from the multiple nightmares as well as his lack of release. To put it simply, Gohan had much pent up anger, and slowly it was reaching critical levels. He was a ticking time bomb, and he knew it.

Not much that is helped him with his mother. She was still as stubborn and bullheaded as that day. After that conversation Gohan attempted to speak to his mother, but for the first few days she simply ignored any attempt of his for conversation. Any times he was close by she would just turn around and walk away. At time she would even lock herself inside her room for most of the day.

Gohan, quite tired by her childish actions, decided to go out like he normally would. He did not take even ten steps from his home when he felt an ominous feeling at the pit of his stomach. He turned in every direction to locate what was giving him that feeling, until he found the source looking at him from her window. He could feel his mother's intensified glare pointed straight at him.

Her nostrils snarled as she looked at her son's direct disobedience.

Gohan sighed at this. He began to contemplate whether or not he should just keep walking and release the energy stored from the last few days, or if he should not test his mother's thin patience.

In the end he chose to return home. Not because he feared his mother, but because he wanted to reason with her once again. He knew that Chichi would have to speak with him now, and that is when he would level with her about his excess energy.

That plan was dashed when he walked through the door. It seemed that in the time from where he spotted his mother to when he entered his house, Chichi has wobbled towards the entrance corridor. The fury in her eyes told him that he was in for another screaming match, and that is exactly what happened. She screamed and cried and yelled. Spit flying from her mouth like a foaming rabid dog. Every time Gohan tried to speak, it seemed that she would just increase the volume of her screeches. Gohan didn't really pay much attention to what she was saying; after all it was difficult enough for him to listen to her screeches with his sensitive Saiyan hearing, but he knew pretty much what she was saying. It was the same speech every time.

After an hour of solid screaming, he barely heard when she said that he was to march to his room and not move from there. His ears were ringing, and he would not have been surprised if they were slightly bleeding.

For the days that followed Gohan didn't come out of his room and that is when things got worse. The energy inside his body began to take a life of its own. The nightmares were getting worse. At first they were simply memories of his past battles, but now those memories were beginning to modify. They were growing more dark and sadistic.

He kept dreaming that no matter how many times he took down his enemies, they would just laugh at his struggles, and keep getting up. Villain like Cell would stand up after being blasted by his fully powered Kamehameha and taunt him about not being stronger. Often times he would see Nappa kill everyone and spare him telling him that, 'he was not worth his time and energy.' Nappa would say this was Gohan's punishment for acting cowardly during the fight, leaving his friends to do the battles for him, and for always relying on others.

In the real world his body would tremble and begin to rise in the air. His eyes still closed as his body levitated parallel to the ground. Within minutes Gohan's ki would skyrocket, and the transformation would begin to take place. The wind that accompanied the transformation would begin to thrash anything not being held down. After a few minutes his eyes would completely open. His body was drenched in sweat and was out of breath. He would look down at his trembling hand, and see the damage he was causing with his golden aurora.

He would begin by trying to calm his body and mind, but with each passing day it would get much more difficult. His mind was inner turmoil, and his body was just reacting to his mental state. Eventually though he was able to wake up a few seconds before his body would begin to go out of control and that is how we get to today.

He rocked his body back and forth in his bed. Gohan wrapped his arms around his bent knees, holding them closer to his body. At least he was able to control the wind, well slightly. Items were still floating and flying across his room.

'If this keeps up I won't be able to control it for much longer. I'm just too strong, and if I don't stop soon I'll destroy everything around me.' Gohan lamented as he looked at the remains of his room.

Everything was partially, if not fully, destroyed. His mother had seen the state of his room, and stated that she would not buy anything to replace what he destroyed. Chichi went on to say if he was content with disobeying her and training in his room after she had forbid it, that he should face the consequences of recklessly destroying his stuff.

Clearly she was just too focused on her anger, and her pregnancy hormones were probably not helping, that she is not looking at the bigger picture. Chichi could only see that her son was constantly trying to 'one-up' her, and saw all of this as proof that Gohan was rebelling against her. The fact that she was not even letting Gohan talk was blinding her to the key piece that could have allowed her to see the full picture.

'Maybe if I stop training, then my power would decrease to the point where there wouldn't be as much destruction, but then who will protect this planet? Dad said it was my responsibility now.

'What if mom is right and I'm just wasting my time. What if there are no more power-hungry evil people that are hell-bent on destroying the planet. Can I really just give it up?' Gohan pondered this as the wind began to lessen.

'Maybe the nightmares might even stop.' Gohan was breathing heavily as his hair finally remained in its jet-black state. He threw both of his feet over the edge of his bed. He sat with his face buried between his hands.

'This is not getting easier. A few more days, and even I don't think I will be able to control the transformation.' Gohan thoughts were interrupted by loud banging on his door.

A very pregnant and angry Chichi barged through the door, "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS GOHAN!? IT'S 4:00 IN THE MORNING!"

Gohan startled by Chichi sudden entrance had slipped into a defensive stance. Chichi, of course, took this the wrong way. She saw this as Gohan rough-housing in the early morning hours. Her eyes lit up with a fury that Gohan could swear they began glow a bright red.

"Of course, what else would my delinquent of a son be doing in the early morning hours then disobeying my orders?" The anger was evident in Chichi's voice as she spoke.

Gohan sat once again on his bed when he noticed it was not a threat but his mother. He bowed his head. He could begin to feel the energy inside of him begin to swell. It began to fluctuate in response to Chichi's berating.

"Look at me when I'm speaking to you!" Chichi angrily grabbed Gohan's chin and lifted it to face her.

"Pitiful. Look at you wasting away in here. You even have bags under your eyes." Chichi would never understand how much her words that instant would cut into Gohan.

Gohan's eyes widen when he heard her speak. Her words, they were similar to what his nightmarish tormenters would often tell him. They would scold and criticize him. Often times they would convey how disappointed they were in him, to show such weakness in the face of the enemy.

Gohan could feel for a split second as the barriers between reality and unconsciousness had disappeared. In his mother's place there were all of the people that had frequently berated him in his dreams.

Gohan could not stop it this time. His eyes, still opened as wide as they could, began to flicker turquoise. Any and every meditation technique for calming that Piccolo had taught him was for naught. He swallowed as his hair began to wave back and forth. Within minutes the dark locks had been replaced with a beach blond. With his transformation partially complete, the strong wind began to emanate from him once again.

It was only thanks to that little part in the back of his mind that was trying desperately to control the beast, that Chichi was not sent flying from the wind alone. She was however pushed back.

When she looked back up, she saw that in place of her once sweet little boy was the ruthless Saiyan. It angered her that Gohan would dare transform right in front of her. As if to show that he could do whatever he wanted, without fear of the consequences.

"SO THIS IS HOW IT IS, YOU DARE CHALLENGE ME!? TO SHOW SUCH DISRESPECT! How will you ever become a scholar when you constantly are turning into that blond hoodlum!? But I get it, just like your father, when you are having fun you don't care about anyone but yourself. YOU UNGRATEFUL CRETIN!" Chichi shouted over the wind.

"Fun…fun…" Gohan mumbled

"You think I'm having FUN! YOU THINK THIS IS ME HAVING FUN!?" Gohan shouted. He was barely getting back in control when he heard his mother's speech.

"I HAVE BEEN EVERYTHING YOU WANTED ME TO BE! I HAVE NEVER QUESTIONED YOUR METHOD OR YOUR NAGGING BEHAVIOR!

"I gave in and allowed you free reign in my life because I always believed that you had my best interest in mind, but somewhere along the way you began to see me as a failed project! All you care about is your dream, and your will being done! You don't care about me; you want to live through me! When have you ever asked if this is what I want?" Gohan began to speak from the heart with no fear of his mother's explosive temper. His emotions seem to only fuel the already burning inferno.

Gohan chuckled but there was no trace of humor in his dry laugh. "You can't even see what is really happening right in front of you.

"I have listened to you for the last time!" Gohan shouted as turned around and walked towards his window. He opened his window and took off.

Chichi snapped out of the stupor her son had put her in when he began shouting at her. She ran to the window and screamed to the high heavens, "GOHAN, YOU GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!"

She could barely see him as a golden speck in the early morning sky. Within minutes he was out of range.

The only sound that could be heard was the early morning birds in the distance, until Chichi heard the sounds of someone slowly sarcastically clapping. Her eyes searched for the source of the sound until they landed on the figure of Piccolo.

He was standing close by the Son home, meditating by a tree when he felt his pupil's power spike like every morning. He could not understand why Gohan suddenly stopped going out to release the excess energy, but knew it had something to do with the harpy. It seemed that anything wrong in that household was most likely her doing.

After hearing their screaming match a few moments ago, he more or less understood what had happened these last few days, and why Gohan had not come out.

Chichi growled at Piccolo's wordless taunt. "I hope you are happy!" Chichi screamed and closed the window.

'Harpy,' Piccolo scoffed at the window. He then focused on looking in the direction his pupil took off towards. For now he would allow Gohan to calm down. With that decision he took off towards the lookout.

Mirai Timeline

"Six Months!" shouted Bulma as she rushed inside the hanger.

Startling Trunks who was working under the dashboard inside the capsule of the Time Machine, when he heard her shout he slammed the top of his head on the bottom part of the dashboard.

"Ow ow ow," Trunks muttered as he held his head with both hands. It was a common practice for Trunks to lower his ki to the lowest possible level, so he didn't break anything by simply holding it too hard or something similar. That also meant he was susceptible to common injuries.

He looked over the dashboard and was relieved that there wasn't any damage other than his throbbing head from the collision. '*Sigh* Still I should run a check to make sure everything is okay,' Trunks contemplated

He turned to his worried mother at the base of the machine. "What Mother?" Trunks asked irritated from the headache that was forming. Though one look at his mother, and he could tell that the minor hit was going to be the least of his problems.

Bulma took a couple more breaths of air to calm her winded self. "I said the deviation is six months."

"What?" questioned a confused Trunks by her cryptic answer.

Now it was Bulma's turn to be irritated. "Have you forgotten already; seriously it's like talking to a child, I told you a couple days ago I was going to estimate how much the difference in the two clocks was going to affect the landing time period."

A look of understanding passed through Trunks when Bulma said this, until the words registered in his mind. "Wait SIX MONTHS!" roared Trunks

"You don't have to yell." Bulma replied as she was rubbed her ears.

"Yeah, it took me a couple of days to pour through all the data manually, after I didn't believe the result on the computer. About six months is the deviation. And yes, I did double check my work." Replied Bulma and added that last part when she saw her son was about to ask about any error.

"How can such a small part have that much of an impact on the overall system?" Trunks pondered

"Well it is one of the central points of the machine's main frame, as well as most of equipment calculates and works with the data these clocks provide. That is why I said any de-synchronization could be disastrous. Thank Kami above the only thing that seems to be affected is the accuracy of the landing period," answered Bulma

"The problem is that it is a getting worse by the day," Bulma continued.

"What do you mean?" inquired a panicked Trunks

"If things were continue with this pattern, we have about a couple of weeks, maybe 3, before the deviation jumps to a year difference. The problem is that this isn't following a linear pattern, so estimating any future deviation is much harder, since it is so sporadic," theorized the brilliant Bulma Briefs. "You mentioned that you didn't want to risk going years into that timelines future; since, potentially the jump would be too far to make, so that means we need to prepare you and Pan to make the trip as soon as possible."

"Let me get this straight, at this point if I were to travel, taking into consideration that I input one year after the Cell Games into the machine's destination time period; I could land anywhere from six months from the Cell Games to a year and a half after the Games?" asked Trunks

Bulma nodded. "Exactly, and the longer we wait, the bigger the margin for where you land will be. It could reach a point where you might even land before the Cell Games, so let's not reach that point."

"Well if we moved the destination date, couldn't we also make it so even with the deviation I land after the Games? You know if it does reach a one year deviation, then all we have to do is move the destination date a year and half or even two years after the game and then I would still land after the Games." Trunks pondered

"Well I suppose, but remember you could also land two and half years or even three years after the Games, depending on what destination date you input. You have to look at both sides of spectrums. A one year deviation and an input of two years after the Games, and you could land anywhere from one year after the Games to three years. Remember you were the one that said it's risky to make huge jumps within the rift.

Whatever the point is that we should get you two read as soon as possible, that way we avoid all this theoretical problems. When will the Time Machine be ready to go?" questioned Bulma.

"Um… Two day. Just need to check the last few systems, and I will be ready." Trunks answered

"Okay, I'll let Chichi know that you two will depart in two days." Bulma said as she began to walk away.

Trunks nodded even though he knew his mother wouldn't be able to see him. He looked down at the dashboard, and began to work faster. 'Only two days.'

Two Days Later…

Trunks was walking around the Time Machine with a clipboard in hand. He had changed to his black pants, black tank top, and trademark blue Capsule Corp jacket. He had done most of his packing the night before, and everything was safely stored in a small capsule. His sword was the only thing that he did not capsulate. He left that inside the machine.

'Alright everything is in order. Am I glad that we didn't have any last minute break downs. Now all I have to do is wait for the girls.' Trunks thought as he rolled his eyes. 'This is going to take a while'

Inside Capsule Corp, Chichi was folding and packing any last remaining objects she wanted Pan to take with her. It was incredible that the day had finally arrived. Off to her side she could see Pan jumping on one of her large suitcases, trying to get it to close.

It brought a sad smile to her feature as she laughed internally at her granddaughter's antics. Eventually Chichi walked over to help her close up her bag. A genuinely smile adorned Pan's face when she heard the locking click.

"All ready Panny?" Chichi asked

"Almost, just need to find Teddy. I can't seem to find him." Pan responded as she sped around the room looking everywhere for her favorite teddy bear.

"I believe I packed him in that bag. It was the old brown one right?"

"He is not old Grandma. Plus you said he used to belong to mommy." Pan irritably retorted. She began to look inside the bag to make sure her teddy bear was inside. Pan didn't want to leave without him.

"Ah found him!" Pan hugged the stitched-up bear.

'That bear has certainly seen better days.' Chichi contemplated as she thought about the poor bear. Like Pan said, the bear used to belong to Videl. It was one of the presents Gohan gave Videl over the years; the first few years if she was not mistaken. Though Videl was stubborn at first saying she was not a child anymore to be receiving teddy bears, but Chichi knew better. She knew Videl often slept with that bear those nights Gohan was out there training or fighting the android.

Chichi suspected that it gave Videl reassurance that Gohan was out there, somewhere. She clung on to that bear like she did to Gohan. When Gohan passed away, Videl took it the hardest out of all of them. That bear became incredibly important to her afterwards.

'I wonder how many tears and sadness that bear was exposed to.' Chichi pondered

The bear was no longer in its prime conditions. He had been patched many times, and was even missing an eye. Chichi tried to get rid of the old bear many times, promising to buy Pan a new one, but when Pan heard it used to be her mother's, she clung on to it much like her mother.

Much like Pan would try to emulate her father as best as possible, she tried to keep anything that used to belong to them. It was her way to feel closer to them.

"Well now that Teddy has been located, I think it is time we finish up. Don't you agree Panny?" Chichi asked.

Pan nodded and closed the bag, making sure that her teddy stayed with her.

Chichi gave her a quizzical look, "Aren't you going to put Teddy inside your bags?"

Pan looked down as shuffled her feet and held her bear closer. "I want Teddy to be with me," Pan mumbled.

Chichi sighed, "Okay." She then put all the bags together, and pressed on a small button on the tarp that was under all the bags. With a poof of smoke, all that remained of the bags was a small capsule on the ground.

Chichi took Pan's hand and both exited their room together for the last time, walking towards the hanger. Both walked silently for their own reasons. Chichi looked down at her granddaughter, and she could see the excitement mixed with anxiety within her as Pan hugged her Teddy tighter.

"Trunks! Oh there you are," Bulma bashfully said as she noticed the not-to-pleased look her son had when she practically yelled his name, when he was so close to her right behind one of the legs of the machine.

"Mom, do you always have to yell?" Trunks questioned

"Sorry, didn't see you there. I thought you were up there in the cabin. Anyways I need you to do me a favor. You see Chichi and I have been thinking, and we came to the conclusion that Pan when she grows up will most likely want to know about her parents from this time." Bulma quickly interjected to get away from the embarrassing situation from a minute ago.

Bulma continued, "I exposed to her your theory about Gohan and Videl not meeting, and Chichi seems to agree with you. For that reason we put this little box together. Inside there are pictures, letters, and we even included a small letter we wrote about them. In the beginning, as you can imagine we thought Pan nor anyone in the past can get their hands on this, but the more we contemplated the more we agreed that maybe it was worth the little risk so Pan gets a little piece of home.

"We want you to take this to the past and give it to 'past me' for safe keeping. Ask her to put this away, and to give it to Pan when the time is right. That it is for Pan's eyes only since it has sensitive information of Pan's parentage."

"How do you know that you won't open it yourself Mom?" Trunks inquired.

"Because it can only be opened with this key, I made sure of that" Bulma smirked handing Trunks the key. "Give this key to Gohan and tell him this is highly important for Pan, but don't tell him what it opens. Just to safeguard the key until Pan comes to age. Also tell 'past me' to not try to open box because it's rigged to burn everything inside without the key."

"Wait what!?" Trunks asked his mother.

"Don't worry, it's not true, but it will surely keep her from trying to open the box on the off chance I wasn't kidding." Bulma said with a laugh.

Trunks face-palmed at his mother idea of a joke, "Okay I'll be sure to give it to her."

Just then they heard the approaching footsteps of the two Son women. Both walked towards the machine with their eyes firmly on it.

"Well it's time to go, I guess," Trunks said.

"Yeah, be safe okay son. I know things have calmed down there, but you never know. I guess I'll see you in a couple of days?" Bulma asked Trunks as she turned to face Trunks once again.

"Of course, Mother. I'll try to get some of the missing piece you said you needed for your other experiments, as well as trying to fix the clock problem while I'm there," Trunks replied

"Good and thank you. I'll see you soon." Bulma responded as she hugged Trunks tightly. It was never easy for her to see him go, but she knew he was on a personal mission.

Trunks turned to Pan and crouched down, "Are you ready Pan?" He could see Pan gripped Chichi's hand tighter and shifted closer to her.

"How about you give me a minute Trunks," Chichi asked. Trunks nodded and climbed on board the Time Machine.

"I'll wait for her up there," Trunks answered.

Chichi crouched in front of Pan. "Well young lady, the time has come. Remember all I have taught you, and don't forget that just because I'm not there you can let your studies slide. You will grow up to be smart, powerful, and beautiful. I just know it.

"Now I don't want our last memory to be of us sobbing uncontrollably. I want to remember that smile that brightened my day, so wipe those tears." Chichi stated as she passed her thumbs over Pan's eyes to remove any moisture.

Pan nodded while biting her lower lip. She really wanted to be strong for her grandmother, but this was a one fight Pan was not going to win. When she looked into the eyes of her grandmother, her resolve tumbled down, and her tears began to fall, harder than before. "Grandma…" She threw both of her little arms around her neck, clutching on the Son matriarch.

Chichi rubbed Pan's small back in a way to comfort her. She felt the shoulder Pan buried her face in dampening by the minute. Chichi wasn't sure when it happened, but soon she too succumbed to her own tears. Chichi gripped Pan into a tighter embrace.

Bulma looked on with a sad smile, while Trunks looked over the hatch at the small scene below.

Chichi felt the small release did her a lot of good, but knew they need to move things along. Chichi lowly murmured into Pan's ear, "Promise me you will be a good girl, and you will behave with your father. When you see him, give him a big hug from my part okay?"

Pan nodded into her shirt. She had not released Chichi yet.

"Okay honey it's time to let go." Chichi stated, but Pan just shook her head.

"Come on Pan, we talked about this." Pan reluctantly released her grandmother.

Chichi put the best smile she could muster to cheer Pan up. She wanted Pan's last memory of her to be her smiling. "Remember to always keep a lookout for your daddy okay, and live a long and fruitful life dear."

Pan could do nothing but acknowledge Chichi words with small gestures.

"I will always love you Pan," She kissed Pan's forehead. "Be the strong girl I know you to be, and make me proud." Chichi pulled the capsule she was holding on to and placed it in Pan's hand.

"Now go and don't worry about me; I'll be fine." Chichi concluded.

Pan looked down at the capsule and then her grandmother. She sniveled for a second more before she quickly hugged her grandmother one last time. She turned and ran to hug Bulma as well.

"Good luck honey," Bulma said as she patted Pan's head. Pan released Bulma and ran and hopped until she was inside the cockpit of the Time Machine.

"Ready Pan?" Trunks questioned.

Pan nodded as she hugged her teddy tighter to herself. The glass covering came down and locked both of the occupants inside the shell.

Pan leaned over the edge of the controls and looked down at her grandmother and aunt. They both looked at the Time Machine as it began to gently lift into the air.

Trunks looked at Pan for a split second before he got back to work. After pressing a few more buttons, the machine was engulfed small light streak.

Pan placed her small hand on the glass peering down to the two women that had been most of her family since she was born. 'I'll miss you Grandma and you too Aunty. I promise I'll make you proud.'

The screeches of gears grinding and spinning faster than normal were the only sound that could be heard for a few seconds. Then just like when they started, the sound abruptly stopped when the machine slipped through the rift, leaving not trace behind.

Bulma who was standing next to Chichi saw as her whole smiling demeanor slipped when the time travelers could not be seen anymore. Chichi collapsed on her knees, and began to sob. Bulma quickly reached down and hugged the poor women. It was the only kind of support she could think off. Bulma looked up to the spot where moments ago the Time Machine was located and wished them the best of luck.

AN: Well that was exhausting. So much in just one chapter, but at least the next chapter will be the long await (and reason you read this story to begin with) meet. One of the reasons this emphasis so much on the Mirai timeline was because this will be the last we see of them. I will definitely miss that Chichi. I'll see you guys in the next chapter. Before I leave though I wanted to give a shout-out to 'The Fantastic Altruist,' if you guys have some time check out his story.

Dear SSJ2TeenGohan,

Chichi is always irrational mainly because everyone takes it as norm. Unfortunately because no one has told her how wrong she is, they have nurtured this idea that Chichi is just being Chichi. It's the same reason I never understood how Goku could leave his family and come back like nothing. (Only done through the power of fiction, because in the real life Goku would be on his ass and out of a home the second time he took off to 'train') Any teen would have walked out, or at the very least respond to her accusations, but we know Gohan has never been the actively rebellious type. They have to push him in order to get a reaction from him. As you saw in this chapter :)

Dear Ace Son,

Haha someone beat you to first review. That's my secret Ace, I'm always 'winging it.' Not sure how to handle the Trunks/Pan question. To be honest I had no plans for that, so at this point I can only say 'we will see'. It's good that you like one but hate the other, that mean my mission is complete :) We will see how Pan's relationship is with this Chichi. Not sure how am I going to do that yet, but we will find out.

Dear Yoru Kurogane,

Your wish is my command.

Dear Hinata-Hime-Starz,

I'm glad to see you like this story. I'm still working on Videl, not sure what I want to do with her just yet. She will definitely be added, but 'when' is the question ;) I'm not a fan of the blackmail route, and will try everything to avoid it; I will only go with that route if I have absolutely nothing better. Trust me you and I can have a long conversation about the most ridiculous 'Gohan still falls in love with her even though she has been nothing but a jerk to him' plots. unfortunately as you read Chichi and Bulma will not be traveling. Sorry :(

Dear Guest,

A little brutal hahah

Dear dapmitidp,

Chichi really is a spoiled brat, everything has to be done according to her schedule, that bull. Trust me I don't find Goku's methods any better. There are times I ask myself the same question. It's why Gohan is my favorite character, because even through all the bull he still pulled through, with his sanity somewhat in tact (I have to deduct some point for Saiyaman stunt *shudder*) I will be focusing some of my story to Gohan and Pan's development. It's why I brought her, so Gohan acts like a father, and just maybe pushes him a different route from canon. Thanks :)

Dear Zyphrost,

You know when the two weeks passed, you were the first thing that came to mind. My bad the story was updated a little later. Hope this makes up for it. Like I told Ace, I'm glad people were able to like one and hate the other. The one from the future has learned that all her brat-ish behavior got her no where, and in the end she lost all her family. She knows where she went wrong, and can do nothing more than hope she can be a better person for Pan. Present timeline Chichi hasn't learned this yet.

Dear The King of Ranting,

Thanks man. We will see in terms of the whole Pan and Trunks. Though IF it does happen (which trust me that is a very small chance of happening) it won't happened for a long time. I don't care much for that pairing. I also see Gohan at the type that would beat any boy to the ground. I don't read much of T/P, but it is my hope that in most of those stories Trunks is sh**ing brick at the thought of having to face Gohan to date Pan. Especially given their age difference.

Dear duskrider,

Nice guess, we will see if it happens.

Dear The Fantastic Altruist,

I'm sorry to disappoint from right now, but most of my stories will never have Saiyaman. I found the concept to be quite foolish and counter-productive to Gohan's goal of not drawing to much attention to himself. Some say that he did it to draw attention to Saiyaman, so that Gohan could slip under the radar, but by drawing attention to Saiyaman you always run the risk of being exposed at any given moment. Therefore being counter-productive. The only story where Gohan will be Saiyaman are the one that I deem to be completely and unavoidably necessary.

I understand the whole idea of natural progression, and even give credit to the Superman theory, but there are some difference between Clark Ken and Son Gohan. Superman wears his suit because he is proud of his heritage, and acts like a nerdy nobody because that way less people suspect of him He is committed to keep both identities as separate as possible, including having different mannerism for each identity. Gohan wears the Saiyaman suit because he thinks it looks 'cool.' He has made no distinction between each identity other than a different tone and poses (Oh god those awful poses, if only the Ginyus were alive to see that. I'm sure they would have all died of a heart attack). However to those who think that Gohan's fashion sense is lacking and that is why he didn't know any better, that is where I attack from two points. One when he was going to Namek he knew that the suit he was wearing was ridiculous and took it off as soon as he entered the ship, and Two that is where Bulma should have known better since she is someone that always kept up with the latest fashion. (We can have a longer discussion about this later if you want.) End point: No Saiyaman

Dear Lightingblade49

That is where we see 'a daughters difference' to the timeline. ;)

Dear o ou,

I would hope not. I hate when they do that to poor Gohan.

Dear BlackTea,

There was a time right after everyone left the site of the Cell Games that Vegeta states he will no longer fight. Guess you are right Gohan did run away. :) Don't worry Trunks and Pan are blazing through the dimensional rift and will soon arrive at their destination. Smile Always