A/N: This chapter is kind of here to get me into the flow of writing this story again. I stopped because I thought nobody was enjoying it but read some reviews and realized how wrong I was. I am going to update this with hopefully a kick ass chapter next time, but as I said this was just to get back into the swing of things and allow the story to move on :-)

Thanks for the continuous support and enjoy!

His best friend had truly gone insane this time.

The lavender haired boy glanced up from the pictures in a notebook to the corner of his bedroom. Goten was hugging his knees to his chest and rocking back and forth like a mental patient.

"Z-Zombie Bastards... Oh no..."

Trunks rolled his eyes and plopped down by the shaken up kid. "Dude, I told you not to watch that movie. Your little brain can't handle mature content."

Poor Goten was trembling. How in the world could he meet his father knowing he'd have worms crawling out of his eye sockets!? The child buried his head into his knees so his friend wouldn't see the tears beginning to form.

"I can't handle this anymore, Trunks! A zombie bastard dad and the pink monster who is going to kill my mama... I can't! I wish Bardock was a good man from the start so when he died he could have just gone to the upper part and left me alone!"

Bardock flipped off his grandson. He was tempted to speak or throw a semi-heavy object at the kid's overgrown head, but he couldn't bring attention to his non-existent self with the prince's son in the room.

Trunks looked at the pink monster Goten drew and scratched his head. "So is he an overgrown piece of bubblegum or something?"

The Capsule Corporations heir couldn't help but sound clueless. Goten had just burst through his bedroom window, threw him the notebook, and began to have a nervous breakdown. Trunks looked over his shoulder at the half open bedroom door. He closed it all the way, soundlessly, to make sure all the nosy people in the house wouldn't spy on them.

Goten still hadn't responded to Trunks' question. He was continuing to sob into his knees.

"Is that Bardock guy here right now?"

That got Goten's attention.

The child sat up straight, and Trunks sweat-dropped watching him wipe his tears away with the back of his sleeve. He suddenly acted like he wasn't being a sissy a few seconds ago.

Before the child responded, he looked in Bardock's direction. The grumpy grandpa was slitting his throat with his finger, the universal sign of 'you better keep your fool mouth shut before I kill everyone in this room'. Goten sighed a ragged breath. He didn't want to lie to his best friend, but he also didn't want to feel Bardock's wrath.

"I want to tell you something really, really important but you have to promise not to send me to the funny farm, okay?"

When Trunks spit into his own hand, Goten did the same. They made a Spit Oath with one another by shaking hands, causing Bardock to gag.

"What the hell was that for!?"

Now that they were Spit Brothers united, Goten began explaining his explicit daydreams. Trunks grew wide-eyed hearing about the death and destruction caused by the one in the illustrations. Goten still couldn't discuss what the pink monster did to his mother, so he skipped to the part about the monster and the black-and-purple haired boy fighting one another in a strange place.

"And I just dunno, Trunks! I wish... I just wish I could draw exactly what my mind is showing me! It's so scary!" The child wanted to tell his best friend more than what was said, but Bardock was looking at him more scarier than usual. He felt like he'd send a blast straight through his chest if he ratted out too much. "Would you think I was crazy if I told you that I know for sure it's going to come true!?"

Trunks blinked. "Well duh. But what makes you so damn sure?"

Goten nodded his head so quickly it could have rolled off if it weren't so strongly attached to his neck. Bardock would change that if he spilled the beans. The child frowned. "I can't tell you, I promised Bardock."

"Fucking kid!"

"Ah ha!" Trunks jumped to his feet and took a toy sword (his mother told him it was real) off the wall. "Alright, Goten. Be my eyes! Point me in the direction of the big ugly dummy and I'll chop him into little pieces!"

Bardock rolled his eyes. The little purple idiot was going to get it. "Call off your dog before I euthanize him."

"Trunks, no!" Goten cried out and stood in front of his sword wielding friend. "Bardock said he's going to experience you!"

"...What?"

"Kid, you're a fucking idiot..." Bardock groaned. Out of all the people in the world, he had to be tied to a dipstick. Yemma must really hate him knowing that Gohan could have been a possibility. Bardock would even put up with the hideous costumes if it meant having a reincarnation of himself that was actually bright. "My patience with you is running thin."

"I'm trying!" Goten whined. He had turned his back to a very confused Trunks and was flailing his arms. "My patience with you is running fat! I want to start training so we can beat up the bubblegum monster and save the world so you can finally leave me alone!"

"Fine by me!"

"Fine!"

"Perfect!"

"YEAH IT IS!"

Trunks had lowered his sword to his side. Goten wasn't the type to just straight up talk to himself, and get so heated doing so. He noticed that the messy haired child's fists were balled up tightly, prepared to deck the ghost back to Hell.

"Hey dude?"

Goten stuck his tongue back in his mouth the same time Bardock did. The boy watched the spirit disappear out Trunks's open window and then let out a heavy sigh. He brought his attention back to his friend. "Sorry about that Trunks. Grandpa can be so mean sometimes..."

"...Grandpa?"

Nobody in this world could possibly understand how hard it was for a seven year old to keep his mouth shut when he knew so many juicy secrets. Trunks didn't deserve to live without knowing what he did. Bardock was long gone now, at least the Bardock of Bardock Past. Goten was Bardock Present. Or Bardock Future? He wasn't quite sure.

He really needed to brush up on his ghost skills and watch that Christmas movie over again.

"Ya got me Trunks," the young boy raised his hands in the air as if he was caught robbing a convenient store. "You gotta promise me somethin' though once I tell you the biggest secret of our whole lives!"

Trunks rolled his eyes. "I already promised you I won't send you to the nut house-"

"No! You gotta promise you'll help me save the world!"

The best friend's exchanged devious, excited looks before trying to hock a loogie into their palms again.

"Ugh, gross!" Bra punched his shoulder as they flew through the sky. They were cruising through clouds and enjoying the cool breezes interacting with their skin. "Trunks always tried that nasty oath with me! I'm so glad you guys grew out of that!"

Goten smirked while glancing over at her. Her hair and the sky were the same color. "We still exchange spit, just now it's with girls through their mouths."

"EW EW EW!" The heiress pretended to gag. "Look, whatever you do in your spare time is fine, just don't make me picture my brother making out with some poor girl! Yuck!"

The young man laughed genuinely. It wasn't until he began sharing his story with Bra that he realized how lucky he was to still have Trunks in his life after everything he put the poor guy through. He began to think about the drawings in the notebook, of the black-and-purple haired boy. It had been a week since the last time they fused...

"How much further is this island!?"

"About another hour."

"Seriously!?" Sure, Bra enjoyed the flight for the first thirty minutes, but now she was getting irritated. "It better be as amazing as you hype it up to be or I'll tell Daddy you kidnapped me."

Goten rolled his eyes for the nth time. The cute ones were always manipulative and evil as hell. He sarcastically replied, "It's everything you ever wanted and more. We're not going to Papaya Island for sightseeing, Bra. We're going so you can better understand my story."

The teen sighed, releasing condensation. She was actually hoping for a nice trip to a beautiful exotic island, but it was probably just going to be as boring as Monday mornings at school. "Can I start calling you Bardock?"

"No."

"Aw, c'mon! Pleeeeaaaaaaaaaasssseeeeee..."

Goten's eyes turned into near slits listening to her drag out the simple word. If she kept this annoying routine up, she'd have no choice but to say hi to Bardock.

Wearing dark sunglasses and one of Gohan's jackets that fit him like a dress, the identity of Goten was well hidden. He had made it to the West City Public Library safe and sound. He tipped his straw hat at the librarian, who didn't even make eye contact with him. The boy snickered to himself, knowing that he was one cool customer.

The only other cool customer in the joint had saved a table for the both of them. He was dressed similar to Goten, except his clothes were his own and not stole-me-downs.

"Did ya get the goods?"

"I got the goods."

The two nodded before turning the page of the first book Trunks had "borrowed" from his mother's library. It was everything about Saiyans and nothing about one named Bardock. The majority of it was just drawings of Trunks' dad shirtless for some reason.

"Trunks this is getting weird..."

"Agreed. Darn it, Mom!" The boy was blushing hard, fearing of what he'd see if he kept turning the pages. He tossed the book to the floor and pulled another one from the pile. He shook it twice in hopes that no nude photographs would fall from it. "Alright. This one's safe!"

Goten tilted his head to the side. He still wasn't the best reader on the rainbow and couldn't decipher what the cover said. "Uh, Trunks? What's this one about?"

"It's another one of Mom's research logs," Trunks opened the dusty book and squinted at the sloppy writing. "Oh... this is no good. It's about the time she went to space with Krillin and your brother... Oh, and there's my dad's name written all huge. Again."

The mischievous kids groaned in unison and shoved the book to the floor. It was hopeless! There was no information about Bardock, the planet called Vegeta, reincarnations involving a Saiyan named Bardock from a planet called Vegeta, or violent futuristic visions anywhere! Even if there were a few fortune telling books, they were all garbage full of theories!

"What did your dad say when you asked him, Trunks!?"

"All he said was that Bardock is a Saiyan name and that I should be focusing more on training for the tournament than helping you with your personal problems. Sorry dude."

Goten slammed his head onto the table, breaking his sunglasses. How was the poor child suppose to fight a seemingly undefeatable monster that probably doesn't even exist yet without having more information!? How was he suppose to fully become the Bardock within when he still didn't know much about the actual guy!?

"You little shit, I knew it!"

"AH!"

Trunks jumped when his friend threw his chair across the room, which gained a bunch of gasps from everyone in the library. Only the lavender hair boy knew that Goten was in a battle with Bardock, even though Trunks couldn't see the brute himself. The Capsule Corps heir picked up the leg of the now broken chair for a weapon. Goten on the other hand had already raised his little fists in the air to protect himself against the onslaught of a pissed off spirit.

"Just tell me where to swing at!"

"No, Trunks, you can't!" The boy didn't take his glare away from his grandfather whose chest was heaving. "Nothing can hurt this guy. He's irresistible."

"Invincible, dumbass!" Bardock growled and forcibly removed a thick textbook from the shelf to the right of him. He chucked it as hard as he could at the young warrior for going against his word. "Here I am training you and preparing you to save the world so you could die a good fucking person and you're running your mouth to this little fruitcake!" Book after book was being thrown, and each one was either destroyed by Goten or knocked out of the way by Trunks' makeshift bat. The whole scene caused the librarian to faint and others to call the cops on the juveniles.

"Well it's not my fault!" Goten roared surprisingly loud for the tiny body he had. He did a roundhouse to the encyclopedia that came lightning fast towards his head. "You act weird when I start asking you questions! I want to be just as strong and as funny as my grandpa but I don't know where to start!"

"Don't try to kiss my ass, kid. It doesn't work!" Bardock moved on from textbooks and began throwing chairs. His target was the messy haired mini look alike and avoided killing the tag-along. He smirked noticing that the child's reflexes had increase immensely from the start of their training. "In your visions, that tournament happens before the pink bastard comes, right?"

Goten twisted his body to avoid being walloped. When they sequenced the pictures together from the notebook, it made the most sense. "Yeah..."

"The tournament is a week away."

"Uh huh..."

"... Holy shit kid just put two and two together before I strangle you."

The child's eyes suddenly glowed brighter than the lights Bardock just destroyed. If the tournament was a week away... "That means that... that thing is going to be here in a week!"

"Exactly," Bardock lowered his head to his sides. He motioned for Goten to follow him, knowing that every donut stuffing badge wearer in town was about to show up at the library. Either that, or a freak known as Saiyaman. "C'mon, kid! Get the led out!"

"Not without Trunks."

"What!?"

Goten placed a hand on his best friend's shoulder, who had finally dropped his weapon. Bardock was just lucky that the son of Vegeta didn't go Super Saiyan on his ass. "Not without Trunks. You know the purple and black haired guy has something to do with him!"

Remembering his idiotic reasoning being that the kid had purple hair, Bardock groaned. He didn't have time to be a ghost babysitter for someone who most likely wouldn't hold his own weight in this. But Goten would be even more of a pain in the ass if the punk didn't join in on saving the world.

"Fine," The Saiyan warrior spoke through gritted teeth. "Let's. Go."

Goten, Trunks, and Bardock escaped the library right before the cops arrived. The odd three, who were more determined than ever to save the world and get everything back to normal, seemed to cause more bad than good wherever they went. At this rate, it was going to take a miracle to defeat the pink monster in Goten's visions.

"Wait a minute... THIS is Papaya Island!?"

"Mmmmhmmm."

Bra clasped her hands together. She never knew that the island where all the Martial Arts Tournaments were held was called Papaya Island! "That is the cutest thing ever! Wow! This place hasn't changed a bit since I saw Daddy fighting back when I was little."

Goten glanced at the princess. "Eh, I dunno. You're still pretty little."

The teenager punched the young adult hard on the shoulder before linking arms with him. "Are you going to take me on a tour, Bardock?"

He mocked her under his breath, but humored her request. They walked in silence for awhile so Bra could enjoy the sound of the seagulls singing as they landed on the palm trees. There was a tightening in his chest when they approached a similar area.

"Wow. I didn't know that memory would make my eyes water."

Bra looked up at his face in concern, watching the tears form in the corners before Goten wiped it away with a smile. "What happened?" She whispered gently.

"This is the same exact spot I first met my father."