Hey readers! I'd like to thank you for staying with me this far! This chapter is a little shorter, but it's got a lot of info in it. I know the first couple of chapters were a little rough, but I think I've fallen into a groove with this story. It's my first time writing for Goku/Oc, so please be gentle. Thank you to Evernote who followed and favorited!

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Goku sat straight up in bed, a cold sweat breaking out over his body as his usually restful sleep was broken by a feeling of deep dread. Glancing over next to him, he could see ChiChi's peaceful face, her hair flared out behind her on the white pillow as she slept. Her rhythmic breathing told him that she wasn't sharing the same distress that he was because he could barely catch his.

He flung his feet over the side of the bed, making heavy connection with the floor but not enough to pull ChiChi into the land of the waken. He threw one last look at his wife before dropping his head into his hands and running his palms over his wet forehead.

"I hate her."

A voice rang out across the room, causing Goku's head to snap up in attention. Squinting, he tried to find the origin of the voice. His eyes traced it to a dark corner, one that his vision couldn't pierce.

"Who's there?" He demanded, his eyebrows knitting together in anger and his fist clenching, "Show yourself."

A chuckle emanated from the corner. The tone had a familiar lilt, but, try as he might, he couldn't place where he'd heard it before.

"You know you made the wrong choice. Lucky for us, Sayians can have multiple mates."

Goku held his ground, continuing to strain his eyes into the abyss in the corner of his bedroom.

"So you're a Sayian, huh?" He asked, his voice still holding the same contempt for this man and his sour words.

There was a long pause from the corner before the man spoke again.

"You can't keep your mind off of that girl you pulled from the other world." The voice sounded as though its owner was smirking, a mocking tone striking Goku. "We both know why you did that. You've been aching to touch her ever since you saw her for the first time. She kissed you. What did her mouth feel like on your skin? It won't be long before you call her name while you and ChiChi are doing what you wish you were doing with her."

"Enough!" Goku yelled into the corner. "Why are you here? Who are you!"

Goku could feel his energy rising with is anger. How dare this bastard say something like that. He was loyal to ChiChi.

"You could be loyal to Isla."

His eyes widened in surprise. It was like that man was—

"Reading your thoughts? Not quite."

"How are you doing this?" Goku sat back in shock, his shoulders falling into a slump. The man in the corner let out another malicious laugh before leaning forward. Goku's own face was staring back at him, black encircling his eyes as they peered at him, making them look even more menacing that he thought they would. A sinister smirk was planted on his lips as he allowed the shadows to fall away from his body until he was standing fully in the moon light.

His shadow double cocked his head to the side as Goku did, allowing him to take in their similarity in mannerisms. He was almost an exact copy, but not quite.

"We better wake up." His voice slithered around the Sayian, strangling the breath caught in his throat, "It's morning."

"GET UP, GOKU! STOP SLEEPING AND GET TO WORK!"

The breath returned to him as he once again jolted up in bed. He coughed a few times, forcing the old air out of his body and drinking in the new, morning. Sunshine beamed over his face as he scanned his room. The other him wasn't there.

"What a weird dream." He mumbled to himself before stretching and letting out a yawn. A sharp knock at the door caught his attention.

"I'M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU AGAIN! GET UP!!"

He really was back in the real world. A smile crept across his face as his feet landed on the floor.

"GOKU!"

It was good to be back.

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Isla ended up in Bulma's lab, sitting on the edge of a desk as she tinkered with some mechanical doohickey that Isla would probably never understand.

Her entire morning had been spent wandering around the Capsule Corp compound, trying to make heads or tails of what she was looking at. Apparently, in this universe, things like cars, trucks, and even helicopters could fit inside tiny capsules. The science boggled her mind, but Bulma was kind enough to dumb it down for her. She didn't have the heart to tell Bulma that even after all of her explaining, Isla still had no fucking idea what she was saying.

The blue haired woman switched from casual conversation about the differences between the universes to swearing as she electrocuted fingers while she continued to work.

Isla smiled at the woman. She reminded her of Quinn so much that the dull ache of longing formed in her chest. The only difference she noticed is that Bulma didn't curse in Spanish or constantly snack while she worked. Isla wondered what Quinn was doing. Was she standing in her apartment, trying to figure out where Isla went? Was she still waiting by the phone to see if Isla was going to call and tell her she was ok? Was she consoling Isla's sobbing mother? Oh, that last thought was not what Isla wanted to think about. Forcefully, she pushed it out of her mind. She wouldn't be long for home, anyways. Whis, that Lord Beerus, Goku, and Bulma would help her. Yeah, she would be home in no time at all.

"So," Bulma's voice pull the dark haired woman out of her thoughts, Bulma's gaze still fixed on the broken piece of machinery and promptly receiving a controlled shock.

"Ow!" She cried out, her opposite hand flying to coddle the effected digits, "Damn, that hurt!"

She gritted her teeth, raising her hand up in the air and slamming it down on the mechanism.

"If my stupid, asshole husband would stop breaking every training bot I give him, I wouldn't have to fix his stupid, asshole machines!"

Isla let out a small laugh, "Why don't you just scrap that and make a new one out of the parts? It's got to be a lot easier that this. You've been at this for hours!"

Bulma shot her a look before sighing and returning to her work, "Got to save the environment and all that. It's part of our new Capsule Corp initiative. We have posters and everything."

She nudged her head toward a small flyer on the wall of an Earth with a big grin and a rainbow over it. The text bubble that came out of its mouth said something about doing your part to keep the earth clean.

Isla nodded in mock agreement with Bulma's statement, "Uh huh. Well, I mean, if you have a poster about it, then what else can you do? Don't want to let the cartoon earth down. Look how happy it is."

Bulma rolled her eyes and laughed.

"Oh shut up, smart ass."

A beat of comfortable silence fell between the two, the sounds of tapping and muttering filling the space. Bulma shifted in her seat, glancing up at Isla and then down to her work once more.

"So," She began again, her voice taking an edge of defensiveness, "If you don't mind me asking, and you can tell me it's none of my business, but I was just wondering—"

Isla tilted her head in curiosity, pulling her bottom lip to meet her top teeth, "What?"

The blunette stopped her work, swiveling her chair around so that she could look at Isla head on. Leaning back, she crossed her legs and folded her arms over her body.

"Tell me about that guy. The one who put a shit ton of drugs in your system—which I don't know how you filtered out so quickly by the way. That stuff could have killed you!"

A deep sigh started in Isla's chest, releasing with the last bit of pride she had for herself.

"We dated for four years while we were in college and then graduated. I told my friend Quinn that I'd moved to our town for a job, but it was really because he wanted to live there. He was emotionally and physically abusive. He tracked my phone so he could know where I was at all times. He made me talk on speaker so he could hear my conversations. He controlled every aspect of my life at his whims."

Isla shook her head in defeat, her hands running through her hair.

"He called me up about a year after we'd broken up and said he wanted to give me some of my stuff back that he'd been holding on to in case I came back to him. I agreed to meet him, but I never knew he would do anything like this."

Bulma stared at her new friend for a few moments, her mouth in a deep frown.

"Wow," she said simply, "What a shitbird."

Isla nodded, "I'm just really lucky Goku saved me when he did."

Bulma let out a smile, turning her chair back to her machine for another round, "Yeah, you're not the only one that feels that way. He's a bonafide hero. He's saved the earth so many times that he should be given the keys to it. He may look like a big goof ball—and he is for the most part— but Son Goku is a warrior through and through. A Sayian if I'd ever seen one. Death couldn't even keep him from saving our asses again and again."

Isla cocked her eyebrow, "Death?"

"Yeah," the nonchalant tone in Bulma's voice disturbed Isla, "He's died a couple of times, but that's nothing a wish on the Dragon Balls couldn't fix."

"You did what to a dragon's balls?"

Bulma stopped, her head turning to look at her friend in shock, "You mean, you don't have Dragon Balls where you're from?"

"Uhh," Isla began, not really sure how to answer, "We don't have things that you can wish on to bring people back to life where I'm from. Death is pretty permanent."

The blue haired woman turned back to her work, "What miserable existence you must live."

Isla let out an awkward laugh. She was definitely starting to think so.

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Goku forced himself to grip the steering wheel of the tractor and stare straight ahead. Every time he'd think about Isla, he physically pinch himself to force himself back into the present. By the time he had reached from one end of the field to the other, he had run out of places to pinch.

Hopping down, he let out an exasperated yell. His energy spiked, urging him to let it out with a few kicks and punches. His body was like a finely tuned machine, striking with precision with every blow into the air. He had so much pent up energy that he had to let it out.

Powering up, he could feel the instant release and subsequent euphoria that when along with it. He loved that feeling. It was almost better than sex. Almost.

His mind fell into the track of the stranger from his dream as his energy flowed into the air around him. Why did he look like Goku? If he was Goku, why was his aura so dark? Why was he talking about Isla?

Why was Goku talking about Isla? Why was he thinking about Isla? Why was he dreaming about Isla?

The stranger was right. He had wanted to get his hands on her ever since he'd first seen her, but why? He wasn't a man that was given to carnal things like that. He didn't really understand women and didn't really care for their attention, if he was being honest. He'd married ChiChi and he thought that was the end of his problems, but, as it turned out, being a husband was way harder than just being gawked at by other women. So, why was he the one gawking now?

Maybe it was because he'd been sensing something from her. When he first picked her up, she was just like any other weak, pathetic human. But when he went to her the previous night, she's changed. Her energy was different somehow. She was different. And that was driving him absolutely crazy.

'Lucky for us, Saiyans can have multiple mates.'

The stranger's voice rang out in his head like a piercing gong. Goku shut his eyes tightly, taking handfuls of his hair. He didn't want to hurt ChiChi. He was going to be with her until she died and then live on as a lone warrior until he expired himself.

He had to purge himself of this desire. No matter what it took. No matter how difficult it was. He had done the most difficult training in the universe, after all. How hard could it be to resist a single earth woman?

A masochistic smile crept across his face as he sent his power skyrocketing. He was ready to welcome his most challenging training to date. He could conquer this or die trying.

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The two women sat in the dining room during dinner time, both sipping tea after the evening meal. Trunks, Bulma and Vegeta's young son, had spent only a few minutes eating, or really, inhaling his food, with them before running off to another part of the building. Vegeta had joined them, quickly downing the giant plate of food that had been prepared for him. Isla tried not to stare, but really, it wasn't easy to look away from a blatant defiance of how much a stomach could hold realistically. She was so surprised that he asked for a second helping that she almost spit out her tea.

"Geez, Vegeta," Bulma groaned in disgust, "Can't you eat in a more civilized way in front of guests?"

Gulping a mouthful of food, he simply regarded Isla, "I can eat however I want in front this guest. She owes us her life. The least she could do it let me enjoy a meal."

Isla held up her hands, "I didn't say anything. Although, I'm genuinely concerned that I might actually see you explode in front of me."

Vegeta leaned back in his seat, pushing the empty plate away from him.

"Sayians need fuel to train and fight. Puny humans need fuel to power their thumbs so they can look up videos on the internet."

Isla glanced at Bulma, but the blunette's angry gaze was fixed on her husband.

"This puny human just fixed up four of your training bots! You could say thank you!"

The Sayian stood, "Yes, yes, thank you, woman."

Without another word, he exited the room, leaving behind a frustrated wife and an intrigued visitor. Isla's hand rose to her chin, "Huh, you have the internet here, too."

Bulma shot her a look, "We have cars that fit into capsules. Of course we have the internet."

Isla chuckled, "I'll have to make a list of the differences and similarities so I remember then when I get back home. Quinn is going to love this."

The blue haired woman smiled, before a look of sudden realization dawned on her.

"Hey!" She snapped her fingers, gaining Isla's full attention, "I just remembered that I wanted to take another scan of you before we try to send you home again. I just want to make sure your body doesn't have any after effects from the interdenominational travel."

Isla nodded, "Yeah, ok, that sounds fine."

Bulma stood, placing her tea cup in the center of the table, prompting Isla to do the same.

"It shouldn't take long. In and out!"

Isla lay on the cold metal bench, staring up at the white ceiling of the examination room. Bulma had said 'in and out', but what she really meant was 'wait naked on this table for a half hour while the machine warms up'. Luckily, she had a sheet covering her that she was allowed to keep on during the scan. A large window close the the machine let Isla see Bulma move up and down the control panels, turning knobs and pushing buttons before signaling her with a 'thumbs up' that she was ready to start.

Her body hadn't really felt any different since she'd woken up. But, really, how did she know? She'd spent a lot of the day asleep and was asleep an entire night before that. All she knew was that she felt so energized that she knew she'd have a hard time falling asleep that night. She felt fine—more than fine.

After a few minutes, the machine whirred around her, lazily making its way up and down her body as she lay with her arms stretched out and her legs slightly spread. The pose made her feel so vulnerable that she was deeply thankful the sheet was hiding her body.

The machine finally stopped its assessment after another few minutes, letting Isla sit up and wrap the sheet around her fully. Her eyes glanced up to the window to see Bulma and Vegeta staring very intently at something before Bulma's eyes shifted to hers. Reaching down, she pushed a button and spoke into a microphone.

"Just get dressed and come in here."

Isla swallowed hard. She didn't like the sound of Bulma's tone. That combined with the shocked look on Bulma's face and the reddish glow from a screen that the two were staring at, bathing them in an ominous light. Vegeta's face looked angry as he motioned to Isla, who was fumbling around under the sheet to dress herself. He looked as though he yelled something before storming out the room, leaving a weakly smiling Bulma.

The screen took up about half the size of the wall, displaying Isla's form with indifference. Bulma bit the tip of her fingernail as Isla sat down in the chair beside her to view the results. It didn't look like what she'd expected. It was just an outline of her with a few percentages and numbers here and there around it.

"You see it, don't you?" Bulma sighed, "God, it's so much bigger now."

Isla followed Bulma's eyeliner to the center of her chest in the picture. A glowing red circle the size of a softball sat in the dead center of it. The woman shook her head.

"I don't understand what I'm looking at."

Reaching forward, Bulma tapped a few times on the keyboard of her computer and brought up another image Isla's scan. The only difference was that the ball was significantly smaller.

"This one of the right is the one I did of you when you first came through the portal. The other one is the one from right now."

Isla raised an eyebrow. "What is that red thing?"

Bulma sighed and leaned back in her chair, her fingers interlocking behind her head as she studied the two images. Her teeth bit down into the bottom lip as she shook her head slightly.

"I don't know," She said, the sound of her voice filled with worry, "But it's getting bigger."

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