Trunks and Goten exchanged looks with one another while brother of the latter created different and strange poses in front of a full length mirror. Bulma, proud of her design, clapped her hands while squealing. Her son had been begging for a superhero costume of his own this whole time, but he was beginning to change his mind after seeing it on display.

"So?" Gohan laughed while twisting his body in front of the boys. "What do you think?"

The lavender-haired child crossed his arms over the chest of his green gi and turned up his nose. "It's..."

Goten's hands were twitching in front of him while his eyes twinkled. "It's..."

"Horrifying!"

"Awesome!"

Gohan frowned at Trunks' response, but then shrugged it off. Underneath the helmet he donned, he smirked and held his head up high. "Eh, you're just not into fashion. This is the coolest thing I've ever worn!"

Trunks blinked while a small sweatdrop lingered on his forehead. "No... I don't think that's it..."

"Gosh," Bulma interrupted the moment after looking out the window. The sky was painted an orange-red, creating a beautiful sunset and signaling it was time for the Son boys to start heading home. "It's getting kinda late. I'm sure your mother is worried sick about you two!"

Goten shyly pushed Trunks forward, not wanting to ask the question himself. The son of Vegeta rolled his eyes at the cowardliness of his best friend and tapped his mom's rib cage until she looked down at him. He made sure Super Dork was looking at him, too.

"Can Goten spend the night tonight? We already called his mom and she said it was cool!"

"Yeah," the mini Goten blushed. He was holding his wrist and smiling nervously at the genius woman before him. He really liked Trunks' mom, it's just he had heard some horror stories about the type of chores she's made Trunks do whenever he did something bad. "Is it...cool with you?"

Bulma winked at the children and turned her attention to Gohan, who had already pressed his watch to return to his school clothes.

"I have a suspicion about these two, so when you go home can you be sure to ask Chi-Chi if it was alright?"

Goten glared at Trunks, whose jaw had dropped. They were truthfully telling the truth, truthfully! It was just his friend's fault for always being a troublemaker, but it also didn't help the messy-haired boy always looked so guilty about something.

Gohan waved her off. "Don't worry about it, Bulma! I heard them talk to her."

Trunks stuck his tongue out at his mother as an 'I-told-you-so' while Goten hugged his brother's leg tightly goodbye.

"I promise I'll take good care of Nimbus and I'll be home first thing in the morning!" the seven year old smiled gratefully up at his hero, the most coolest biggest brother in the entire universe. "You gotta tell me how many times you saved the day in your costume!"

Gohan grinned and gave Goten a noogie, ruffling up his already messy hair so that it really didn't make a difference. "For sure, little bro. Take care of yourself and please for the love of Dende, don't get into any trouble!"

Soon after their goodbyes, the Capsule Corporation robotic chefs made large dinner for the boys. They were soon joined by Vegeta, who had no words to say for a long time. Trunks kept kicking Goten under the table, reminding him to ask his father about the situation. The son of Goku dropped his fork in agony while taking a look at the always angry looking dad at the head of the table.

"Uhm... Uncle Vegeta?"

The prince glared at him in such a way that Goten felt like it wasn't met for him. He obviously didn't do anything wrong, so the child continued.

"Do you... Do you know who Bardock is? Since you're so old-"

Goten winced when Trunks kicked him again. The seven year old decided to zip his lips while waiting for Vegeta to respond. The flame haired Saiyan took two obnoxious bites of the grilled meat in his hands. His feasting was the only time the boys ever saw him with his gloves off.

"It's a Saiyan name," although the prince spoke with a full mouth, they could tell his voice was blunt. "One I don't recognize."

Trunks had told Goten repeatedly that his father never lied, and the prince's facial expression and body language showed that was the truth. The poor boy dropped his head and continued to eat his food at a much slower rate. There was no use in trying to press the man of few words after he spoke few words.

After putting their cleaned dishes away, the boys put on their pajamas and raced to the bedroom again. This time, Trunks was declared the winner. Knowing that his best friend didn't like the greatest toy in the world, Trunks changed the light bulb under his fan and gave the matches a rest. The two shared Trunks' large bed and turned on the TV for background noise.

Sitting up straight with their backs pressed against the headboard, Goten looked over at Trunks once a commercial about dish soap came on.

"I should get Mama that dish soap!"

The child fumed when he saw his best friend's head not able to hold itself up anymore. He gave him a quick jab on the shoulder, causing the son of Vegeta to jump. He gave Goten a stronger punch back.

"What's your problem!?"

"My problem!?" the seven year old pouted while rubbing his now sore arm. "You're the one falling asleep when you promised you'd stay up and help me fight Bardock!"

Trunks stretched his arms and yawned lazily. He smacked his lips a couple of times while looking emptily at the racing cartoon on TV. "Sorry, dude. Dad worked me too hard in the gravity room today. If I fall asleep, you already know what to do! Just wake me up and I'll be prepared! You know me!"

Goten squinted his eyes at his friend for minute, but the throbbing pain on his arm reminded him that Trunks can wake up right away. "Alriiiight," he sighed. "I'll stay up by myself, then."

Trunks was already snoring before Goten closed his mouth. The son of Goku shook his head and adjusted himself so he could watch the TV screen comfortably. He had to control his laughter by covering his mouth with his hands so he wouldn't wake up the whole house. It wasn't his fault; that talking dog was SO funny!

"This whole situation is obscene."

Goten's hair stood up on his arms when that voice from before had entered his ears. He lowered the volume of the TV on the remote with a shaky finger and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

"H-Hello? I know that was you Bardock... show yourself!"

The only light in Trunks' room was coming from the television screen. The boy used it as his guidance while crawling down to the foot of the bed. His small hands held on tightly to the edge and lowered his upper body to the hardwood floor. His eyes scanned under the mattress for any sign of the monster, but all he could see was the trash Trunks had hidden from Bulma.

As he brought himself back up, he was greeted by green-tipped boots. Those green-tipped boots belonged to legs dressed in black pants, and those black pants belonged to a torso that was protected by green armor. Goten gulped, not wanting to look any further up.

He closed his eyes instead.

"If you leave now," he breathed out. "Trunks and me won't kill you. But you gotta leave now, okay?"

A dark chuckle caused Goten to open one eye. Bardock was smirking down at him with his arms crossed over his chest, mocking Vegeta's signature pose. Goten opened his other eye to get a good view of the man's scar and red headband. The child's breath was easy, doing his best not to freak out or wake up Trunks unless it was necessary.

"Are you finally ready to listen to me, brat?"

Goten blinked his large eyes. He was still gripping to the edge of the bed and looking up at Bardock. All he could do was nod, and then watched as the armor-wearing man bent down so the two were even in height.

"How old are you?"

"Huh?"

Bardock narrowed his eyes. "Your age, stupid. Two? Three?"

"Hey! I'm seven, jerk!" Goten fumed and stood up on the bed. He considered kicking the meanie monster in his face and sending him back to where he came from, but the poor child needed answers to his burning questions. "Why do you keep bullying me and following me!? That's not very nice!"

Raising back onto his feet since the child was standing now, Bardock sighed heavily and rubbed his temples that were covered by his blood soaked headband. "I don't know how much a seven year old knows, so bear with me. Do you understand reincarnation?"

"Nope!"

The first of many groans from the mysterious monster was heard. It wasn't until he placed his large hands on Goten's small shoulders that he noticed Bardock's halo above his head when he couldn't feel the touch.

Bardock is dead!

"Listen to me, spawn. I'm going to tell you a little story and if I have to repeat myself, you're going to regret it."

The child gulped but nodded his head in agreement a little too rapidly that it made him dizzy.

"There's this red bastard that judges what happens to you after you die and what do you know, he decided to send me to Hell and have my soul washed clean so a good-hearted person would be born and eventually grow into the red bastard wished I was. That person, is you."

Goten held on as carefully as he could to every word until his mouth turned into a little 'O'. He pointed a finger to his chest and then at Bardock. "You're me from the future?"

Bardock cringed as if Goten's words hurt him, but the Saiyan stopped himself. "Close. I'm you from the past."

"Whoa..."

"Anyway, something went wrong with the process that your family should really sue the red bastard for. There's still no explanation as to why this happened, but my soul was split into two entities. One evil, one good. Does it shock you that I'm the good one?"

Goten began sucking his thumb and looked up so innocently at the storyteller. Some of the words he was saying were too big for the poor child to understand, but he was picking up on a few.

"What happened to the evil one?"

The child's lips began to quiver when Bardock's finger pointed directly at him. He looked at his own hands that hurt his mama earlier and felt tears brimming. His head began to shake wildly.

"I-I can't be evil! You're evil! You're a monster!"

As uncaring as his demeanor was, Bardock took a second to search the child's pleading eyes. The glow from the flat screen was highlighting Goten's pained expression, one that begged for Bardock's words to be faulty. When he started sniffling, the Saiyan ran a hand through his own hair and sighed for nth time.

"Look, kid. It doesn't mean you'll end up being evil it just means I have to keep an eye on you for awhile per request of the red bastard. I have to stay around long enough until you do something heroic. That assures us both we'll keep our bodies in Other World and your guardian won't have to worry about you killing everyone here."

Goten wiped his snot away with the long sleeve of his pajama top. It was white with green dinosaurs on it, which Bardock tried hard to ignore. The child still had no idea what their relationship was, but the Saiyan himself was trying not to believe it.

Especially after seeing what his older grandson was wearing.

"B-Bardock?"

"Hn?"

The poor boy sniffed again. "Why am I the only one that can see you? Gohan and Trunks were in the same room with me and looked at me like I was crazy!"

"I didn't want to complicate things further, kid. You need to keep this all a secret for me. As for being called crazy, you should know not to speak to a spirit in front of people. Idiot."

Goten's tears began flowing again, not wanting this at all. It just seemed like a terrible reoccurring nightmare that he'd never wake up from. The child had done nothing to deserve this! He just wanted everything to return to normal! There was no way he was evil! Never him, never the son and brother of heroes! Not the sweet little boy who caught big fish for his mama every week! Not the boy who could ride the Nimbus without falling through!

Something just wasn't right.

"YOU'RE A BIG FAT LIAR!" he suddenly screamed, causing Bardock to jump back slightly. He was pointing an accusing, hateful finger at him. "YOU'RE THE EVIL SOUL JUST TRYING TO TRICK ME!"

The adult in the room opened his mouth to speak, and then closed it. He opened it again. "Shut up, kid. You're going to wake up everyone and I'll disappear again. I know you're confused, but it will all make sense soon. There's... so much I have to tell you. Some strange things are going to start happening soon."

There was silence as the two stared at each other, the glowing of the TV revealing different types of pain in their features. One of them held so many answers, and one of them had so many questions, neither of which could be answered at this time of night.

All Goten wanted to do was sleep and forget about this for however many hours his rest would be.

"Will you be here in the morning?" the child asked so innocently and exhaustively, that it threw Bardock off guard. From what he's seen, perhaps King Yemma may have sent him to the wrong boy.

Bardock gave him a single nod. "I can't really go anywhere else, kid. We'll talk later."

The boy in the dinosaur pajamas, with a sullen look on his face, turned his back on the dead man and crawled back to his spot next to Trunks. It didn't take long for him to start snoring, and once he did Bardock chuckled lowly.

Although he had been dead for over twenty years, his memory still prevailed. Goten looked exactly identical to the infant Kakarot, if Bardock had ever lived to see Kakarot grow into a child.

Bardock's dark eyes darted to the corner of the bed where the son of the prince began shifting his body. When the child sat up right, his usual mushroom-shaped hair was fluffed up in all different directions. His squinty eyes scanned the room. Goten was fast asleep, meaning Bardock was frightened by the presence of him or Goten fought Bardock without waking him up.

Trunks shrugged his shoulders.

It was definitely the first one.

The glowing screen on the TV had turned black before Trunks could press the off button on the remote. He blinked at the empty screen in surprise, but figured the power must have gone off or something.

He felt the cold breeze that was in his room leave silently, and fell right back asleep.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"You have been this whole damn time."

Standing on the step stool to see into the mirror, Goten wiped away the con-den-sation with the sleeve of his navy shirt.

"Why do we look so much alike? We've got the same hair and the same face! Well..not really. You look mean all the time."

"When you've seen what I've seen, you'd be angry too."

Bardock's face turned even meaner, causing Goten to shriek out of habit. The older, dead Saiyan smacked himself in the face while Chi-Chi was knocking on the door.

"Honey! Is everything okay in there?"

"Yes, mama! Just the constipation!"

"Condensation, moron."

The two remained silent until they heard the heels of Chi-Chi's boots tap the floor as she headed back to the breakfast table. The poor child's stomach growled just thinking about what waited for him out there. Bardock heard it as well and snorted.

"That's the good thing about being dead, kid. You don't feel hungry anymore."

"I didn't think you felt anything!" Goten exclaimed, and extended his hand out to touch the chest plate of the halo wearer. He giggled when he felt nothing and the Saiyan scowled. "Do I look like you because of the incineration?"

"Reincarnation. And that's not exactly why. Do you want to know the truth?"

It had been a few days since that night at Trunks' house, and Goten was finding himself the strangest companion in Bardock although the scarred face one didn't feel the same sentiments. He had been forcing the child to save old women from getting hit by cars, women from getting their purses stolen, and men from chased by dogs.

And still, Fortuneteller Baba (or Old Bat as Bardock liked to call her) hasn't shown up to take him to his rightful place in Other World.

The damn Saiyaman was taking care of all the good stuff.

"Tell me, tell me, tell me!" Goten jumped up and down on the stool, nearly breaking it.

Bardock put his finger to his lips, signaling for the boy to quiet down. The last thing he needed was Goten's mother thinking he was crazy.

"I hate dramatics, so I'll just come out and say it. I'm your grandfather."

"...Ox King is my grandpa, though…"

Bardock crossed his arms over his chest and uncrossed them repeatedly until he was sure he wouldn't scream at the child and make him lose trust. He sighed deeply and finally continued, clearing up the confusion on Goten's face.

"He's your mother's father, and I'm your father's father. Get it now?"

"OOOOH!" Goten nodded his head in a grand gesture. "That makes a lot of sense! I didn't think my dad had a dad!"

"Everyone has a dad, kid. Yours is just dead."

The words were spoken so bluntly that they went right over Goten's head. He shrugged his tiny shoulders and took a giant leap off the stool. Breakfast was calling his name, and he left the spirit of his grandfather standing in the bathroom looking stunned.

"That's it!?" He shouted after him. "A damn shrug!? Do you know how long it took me to tell you that!?"

Goten slid to a hault and pouted over his shoulder at his grandpa. "But it's breakfast time!"

The boy also wasn't too thrilled whenever Bardock told him something, because he wasn't even allowed to share it with anyone. There was just no fun in that at all. He heard Bardock mutter, "Unbelievable" under his nonexistent breath before the grandfather joined the seat next to him.

Chi-Chi dropped her fork when the chair moved on its own.

"...Did anyone else see that?"

Goten could feel Bardock's glare burning into the side of his face and he took a moment to stop stuffing eggs down his throat.

"See what, Mama?"

"Yeah Mom," Gohan said with a mouth full. He was blinded earlier by the plate blocking his face as he licked the remains. "See what?"

Chi-Chi shook her head, deciding that all this time without her husband was making her go crazy. Her young son must be getting this effect as well; she's been hearing him this past week talking to himself.

"Nothing. Forget it. Oh! Gohan! You're gonna be late!"

Gohan was shouting muffled "I know, I know"'s over and over again while attempting to put his book bag over his shoulder. Bardock was shaking his head in disappointment the entire time, but Goten shouted loudly to get his brother's attention before he left the door.

"Don't forget to save Chobi!"

His best friend had been abducted by a ringleader of a circus. They were all having dinner last night when the special news coverage of the brand new dinosaur baby show came on. It almost made Goten flip the table over before Bardock warned him not to.

"I know, bro! Don't worry! We'll get him back to his parents! I love you guys, bye!"

Goten mumbled sadly, "Goodbye…"

Despite Bardock's company, he was always sad whenever Gohan had to go to school. Chi-Chi gave him a surprising and loving kiss on the forehead, causing the sad child to beam once more.

"Do you think you could call Gohan out early today so he can save Chobi before that mean man does something?"

"Come on kid," Bardock relaxed into the chair and placed his arms behind his head for support. "Why don't you go do it yourself? Sounds like a heroic deed to me."

"Can I ask you something?"

Goten arched a black brow hearing Bra's voice come out in a whisper as if she were about to tell a secret. He decided to play along with her dramatics and glanced around the bakery in all sorts of directions before answering her.

"Go for it."

"If you mentioned this to my brother and daddy before, how come you told me you've kept this to yourself for so long?"

The man chuckled and took a bite of his blueberry muffin that Bra had paid for after she dropped their first order. It never ceased to amaze him the information she chose to pay attention to. The bakery was beginning to become crowded by the lunch rush hour, but she was only captivated by his story.

"We'll get there, alright? Man, you ask the lamest questions!"

The young girl crossed her arms over her jacket-protected chest and stuck her tongue out at him. It still had traces of pink muffin on it that made Goten snort.

"Okay, jerk. I only do that because you don't get to the things I actually wanna know. For example," she pointed a manicured finger to the window next to them, where the scene of the car crash had happened. "What's it like knowing about the future!? Do I grow up to be even more beautiful than I am now!? Will I get married? Will I be stronger than Trunks!? Will-"

Per usual, he closed her lips with his thumb and forefinger. "Silence, young one. I can't see that far into the future. It's strange really," his mouth became full of muffin as soon as he released her. His fingers were covered in red lip gloss. "I can't really control it, but nobody knows when I start seeing visions because I've gotten so use to it. A man twice your age is about to ask for your number."

As predicted, a finely dressed man who was on a lunch break from his office strolled over with confidence to talk to the girl whose age he was mistaken. As he began speaking his pick up line, Goten reached over and grabbed her unexpected hand tightly. He flashed a grin at the businessman, who glared in return and walked away. Goten laughed as soon as Bra forcefully brought her hand back.

"Hey! He was actually handsome!"

"Oh, come on. I did the guy a favor. Vegeta would kill him before he even walked through the door."

"...Ugh, whatever. Just continue your stupid story."

The lie of going to visit Trunks worked surprisingly well. All Goten had to do was pray his mama didn't try calling Bulma.

The child and the spirit wandered through the streets of downtown Satan City, searching for signs of the circus. Orange Star High could be seen from where they were, but at this time of the day Gohan should be playing baseball.

"Hey Grandpa?"

That term still didn't sound right to his ears, but Bardock looked down at Goten anyway. "What, spawn?"

"Do you really think if I save Chobi, you'll go back home and everything will go back to the way it was before?"

"I fucking hope so…"

The two stopped in front of a man wearing a clown suit and shouting through a megaphone. Crowds of people were surrounding him, but Bardock walked right through them while Goten squeezed through the legs of the adults.

"Come one, come all! The next show starts in fifteen minutes, and you don't want to miss the magnificent flying of Dino the Dinosaur!"

"That must be Chobi!" Goten motioned for Bardock to follow him to the entrance. "Come on, come on!"

The child was blocked the clown, who held out his hand that didn't hold the megaphone.

"Ah, ah, ah. Can I see your ticket, little boy?"

Goten began stuttering out of fear, but Bardock saved the day by pulling the stool out from underneath the clown and sending him tumbling into the crowd. While people became distracted by the flying clown, Goten ran into the tent and began searching for his little pterodactyl friend.

"Choooobi!" He whispered loudly. "Chooooobi! It's me, Goten!"

A whipping sound caused Goten press his back against the wall of the tent while peeking into a small section. There, in a cage too small for his size, was Chobi. The ringleader from the newscast was demanding him to perform a trick he didn't want to, and in return was getting whipped.

Bardock looked down at the child's fists and could see them shaking violently. Although he knew Goten couldn't feel it, he placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, kid?"

"He's not going to get away with this!" The boy cried out and jumped in front of the ringleader, causing the greedy evil man to fall onto his bottom. He adjusted his shades with the hand that didn't hold the whip and snorted cruelly when he saw who scared him.

"Whaddya want, punk kid!? Go back to Mommy, this place isn't for you!"

Bardock's eyes widened when Goten began forming an energy ball in his hand, intending on using it on the ringleader if he tried anything funny.

"Uh, kid, listen. Killing the guy will definitely result in us going to Hell. Just calm down and think about it."

"Give me back Chobi or you'll get yours!" Goten threatened and even raised his hand a little. Chobi was clapping his chubby winged arms together, more than excited to see his rescuer. The ringleader was barely noticing the light in Goten's hands as he called security over his walky-talky.

"Yeah, I got some punk here tryna shoot me with a laser gun or sum'thin!"

When the security guards had come around the corner, Goten shot them away without turning his back on Chobi. Bardock watched in a mixture of horror and pride as the two guards flew out of the tent through a burning hole.

"Hey, hey, hey! I support random acts of violence as much as the next guy, but you're condemning me here! Just get the damn dinosaur and leave!"

"No." The child's voice was cold and unforgiving. He had witnessed the creature that was his only friend on Mount Paozu being whipped and abused. It just made his blood boil.

"No!?" Bardock wished he had his body back so he could strangle the living daylights out of this brat. "What the hell do you mean, no!? You think it's wise to talk back to me!?"

Ignoring the devilish appearance his grandfather was beginning to take on, Goten grabbed the confused ringleader by the collar of his shirt and began lifting him up.

"Kid, kid, kid, kid!" The man began to sweat. "Look, I made a mistake trying to tell a crazy kid that talks to himself what to do. Let me just use Dino for three more nights and I'll bring him home!"

Growling quite ferociously for such a tiny child, Goten balled his fist that was drenched in ki and got so close to punching the ringleader in his face. Instead, the youngest son of Goku was greeted by an iron bar that was ripped away from Chobi's cage.

Goten stopped himself from flying all the way to the main ring where oblivious families were beginning to take their seats. He went running back into Chobi's room to see Bardock standing there with the weapon.

"How could you, Grandpa!? Grandpas don't do that to grandsons!" Despite the previous raw fury before, Goten was on the verge of tears. The confused adult Saiyan lowered the bar.

"There really is something wrong with you, kid. One second you're innocent, the next you're trying to kill somebody. Oh, by the way, the asshole's getting away."

Goten whipped around to see the ringleader dragging away the struggling Chobi. He didn't make it far before Goten grabbed him by his arm and flipped him over. Chobi went flying as well, by the baby dinosaur floated in mid-air.

Before Bardock could hit Goten again, the child punched the sleazeball in his face and made his nose bleed bright red fluid.

"GOTEN!"

Recognizing the voice, Goten immediately released the man and saw the Great Saiyaman stalking towards him angrily. Already crying in regret for what he had done, his older brother only made it worse by grabbing him tightly by the shoulders and shaking him.

"How could you do that, Goten!? What would Mom say if she saw you like this!?"

"I-I-"

Ignoring his sniffles, Gohan kept a stern face from behind his helmet and held on tighter. "I told you I was going to get rescue Chobi, didn't I!? I don't know what's been up with you lately, but you know better than this! Violence doesn't solve anything and you should never, EVER hurt somebody when it's this uncalled for!"

Sobbing now at his brother's loud voice, Goten didn't know what to do. Bardock had disappeared and he could hear police sirens on the way. Gohan was growing tired of his brother's silence and released him.

"Just go home before it's too late, Goten. We'll talk later. I'll be surprised if you could still ride Nimbus."

Hurt and aching once his brother turned his back on him to handle the situation, Goten hunched his shoulders and walked to a wall of the tent. He was about to open it to escape under the tapestry, but glanced at his disappointed brother one last time.

"I'm so sorry, Gohan… Just please don't tell Mama…"

As angry as he tried to be, Saiyaman just couldn't do it. He dropped his formerly crossed arms to his sides and turned around to face his brother again.

"Don't worry, bro. I won't. Just come home now, okay? I don't want your face to be on the news."

Once Goten smiled again, Gohan did the same and watched until his little brother made his escape. The Great Saiyaman took in a deep breath and released it before turning around to face the crowd that was beginning to appear.

"GOHAN!"

"AH!"

A finger dressed in a black glove pointed at his chest and blue eyes as wild as the ocean danced knowing the truth. "I knew it! I knew it was you!"

"...Crap…"

"I'm surprised such a dumb kid knows how to write."

Bardock was resting against a tree while the still-sniffling child worked out his hand in a notebook. If he wasn't allowed to tell anyone about Bardock anymore, he needed some sort of outlet.

"You're the dummy! I'm drawing, not writing!"

The Saiyan squinted at the childish artwork. It seemed to be some kind of pink man or creature wearing loose white pants.

"That's not suppose to be me, is it? I mean I know kids can't draw for shit, but come on. It's not even the same skin tone."

Goten shook his head. He was lying on his stomach in the grass with his feet kicking the air as he finished coloring in the being. He made sure the emblem on his belt was gold with a black 'M' written big.

"I saw him in one of my daydreams! All he was doing was walking towards this kid with black and purple hair. Then, I woke up! Here's the boy!"

Bardock became tongue-tied as Goten flipped the pages. Although it was a giant scribble, the grandfather could see the boy in the drawing was wearing the same type of pants as the pink creature and his black hair with purple streaks was spiked up.

"Don't tell me he has visions, too…"

"What's that, Grandpa?"

Bardock shook his head. That didn't make much sense. His curse should have died along with him.

"Is this the first daydream you've had?"

The boy tapped his pink crayon against his chin while thinking deeply. He beamed up at his grandfather when the answer finally came to him.

"I think so!"

"GOTEN!"

The two in the grass looked up to see the Great Saiyaman coming in for a landing. Something was different; in place of Saiyaman's helmet was a bandanna. Bardock rolled his eyes and brought himself back to the tree as Gohan pressed the button on his watch. Back in his school clothes and bandannaless, he sat down next to Goten while the child sat on his notebook to hid it.

"...Are you mad at me. Gohan?"

Gohan flashed his bright teeth at his little brother and draped a muscular arm over his shoulder. "I'll admit you did get me in a bit of pickle, but it's nothing to worry about now. Do you want to help me convince Mom to let me fight in the World Martial Arts Tournament?"

Goten's eyes lit up as bright as the sun. "Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! Do you think I can enter the tournament, too!? Do ya do ya do ya!?"

The older brother chuckled and gently forced Goten off of him. "It's all up to Mom, bro. We really have to try hard to convince her."

Then, out of nowhere, the leaves above them began to blow uncontrollably. They got to their feet and looked up at the culprit of the sudden wind. It was a giant white jetcopter with a Mr. Satan insignia on the side.

"No...NO! NO!" Gohan began hopping back and forth on his feet, doing his nervous dance. Goten giggled and joined him. "No! If she's here now, she's going to ruin everything!"

"What do you mean?" Goten kept dancing and looked up at his brother. "Who is 'she'?"

The jetcopter landed at the same time Bardock stood next to Goten. He ordered him to stop moving like that and the child listened. The hatch opened and a teenage girl with black pigtails that strongly contrasted against her sapphire eyes hopped out.

Goten remembered her from the circus tent and lowered his head in shame.

"What's she doing here…" he grumbled.

"I have no idea," his brother spoke through gritted teeth while trying to smile. "I didn't even give her my address!"

The brothers and Bardock remained silent until Videl stood inches away from them. She placed her gloved hands on her hips and scowled at the eighteen year old.

"I'm ready for my flying lessons now."

"Videl…" the teen blushed. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked over his shoulder to make sure his mother wasn't looking through the window at the scene. "It's really not a good time right now…"

The girl huffed and dug into the pockets of her small black shorts to reveal some type of cell phone. "Do you know how far the word will spread of Saiyaman's true identity if I tell Erasa?"

When the two began going back and forth, Goten looked up at his grandfather and frowned. "I don't really like her, Grandpa. Gohan said she's going to mess everything up with Mama. Can you do something?"

Bardock nodded. "It's sickening to me, too. I'll take care of this."

Goten watched in silence as his grandfather hovered up to a large branch that belonged to his resting tree. With a simple tug, he was able to remove it and swung it hard in the direction of Videl.

"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!" Goten shouted, which caused Gohan to notice the giant hunk of tree hurling towards Videl. The hero tackled her to the ground, and the branch continued flying through the meadow.

"Oh..my head…" Videl opened her eyes slowly to find herself pinned underneath Gohan. Her face reddened from both embarrassment and anger while the eighteen year old male looked around frantically to figure out where that branch had come from.

"GOHAN! HOW DARE YOU!"

Bardock released a thunderous laughter that was even strange to him to hear when Chi-Chi came stomping out of the house with a broomstick in her hands. Goten began whistling to himself and moved out of the way of the marching mama.

"I can't believe what I'm seeing! I trusted you! And in front of your brother for crying out loud!"

It wasn't until she said that the tomato-faced hybrid looked down and realized just where he was. He let out a scream that brought more shame to his grandfather and started running from his mother's broom attack while trying to explain himself.

After feeling like this was partially his fault, Goten offered his small hand to the girl still on the ground.

"It's okay, Videl! I know the Red Bastard won't send you to Hell when Mama kills you!"

The laughs of the blue-haired teenager and her spiky black-haired company filled the table by the window. Goten thought he wouldn't make it through that part of the story before losing it. Bra took a sip of water to get her face to return to its normal peachy color.

"I can't believe those two are married and had Pan now!"

Goten scrunched the muffin wrapper in his hands and watched the crumbs sprinkle the napkin. "Life is crazy like that, sometimes. They belong together."

Bra smiled sweetly, silently agreeing with him. Her cold index finger tapped the notebook Goten had placed on the desk.

"Can I look through it?"

When he nodded, the daughter of Vegeta flipped through the pages until she found the pink man from the story. She held the paper close to her face, recognizing the scribbled figure but not able to place a name with it.

"Do you know its..? His…? Her...name?"

"Majin Buu."

The cold way he said it caused Bra to look up from the drawing and shrink in her seat. He was staring at the paper with eyes so hateful that she thought he was going to burn holes through it. She could hear his breathing start to become heavier, and his fists were clenched so tightly to fight back against violence.

She placed one hand on top of his balled up fist and the other on her beating heart.

What had this monster done to him?