A/N: Sorry for the wait, but here is the next chapter. And also, I apologize for this chapter being solely centered on Bra and Bulma. I know I said last chapter that this would have Bra/Goku in the Time Chamber, but ehh I got other ideas. Hope you still enjoy this, as it is a little longer than usual.
Deeply engrossed in her studies, Bulma nearly jolted from her chair when her daughter and Goku materialized into view. When she took note of Bra's guilt-ridden expression, she crossed her arms. At first she thought of tearing her a new one by berating her on her childish actions early on, but decided against it as she already looked miserable enough.
The half-Saiyan was surprised when her mother gave her a sympathetic smile. After facing Goku and jerking her head towards the door, the Saiyan got the hint and with a nod left both the aqua haired women alone.
"Did you get over your tantrum?"
Bra nodded meekly.
Bulma frowned, starting to understand that there was something else that was weighing on her mind. "What's wrong?"
Pulling a chair from the table on the side, the female Saiyan sat down. "Dad found out that I've been 'fooling' around with Goku."
This didn't come as a shock because she knew the Prince would find out eventually. "I'm surprised that Goku is here and not in a battle to the death with him."
Bra sighed as she placed her hand against her cheek. "Oh he did beat him to a pulp, but I put a stop to it and told Dende to heal him."
"Dende? As in the Namekian Dende?" Her daughter nodded with a weak smile. "Well that's interesting? Guess that's Kami's replacement for the Dragon Balls huh."
"Mom, I got into an argument with dad and kinda told him that he really wasn't my dad." Bra said, gazing at the floor shamefully.
Bulma cringed inwardly, as she most definitely wouldn't have taken that well. "How did he react?"
"He...just agreed with me and took off, but I could tell it made him upset." Bra started fiddling with the ends of her hair nervously. "I really didn't mean it. It's just that it always pisses me off when he tries to tell me what I can and can't do. He's not much different than in my timeline. I mean the biggest difference would be that he's somewhat nicer-"
"Nicer?! We are talking about Vegeta here right?"
Bra rolled her eyes. "Yeah. Trust me, he mellows out over the years. In fact, he has a soft spot for me."
The blue haired heiress smiled with amusement. "Huh, who would have thought."
"Also, for some reason, he cares about what I think of him. Like this one time, when I was like 13, he had decided to grow a mustache. I was on my way out to a friend's house and when I saw him with that mustache, I told him that he looked like a loser."
Her mother laughed, mostly of the thought of the Saiyan Prince wearing a mustache. "What did he say when you said that?"
Bra managed a tiny grin. "He didn't say anything, but the look on his face was priceless. Later, when I returned home, his mustache was gone. He never did grow one again."
Her mother's laughter was so infectious, that she could no longer maintain the somber look and soon broke into fits of giggles. Once all the laughter left them, Bulma's solemn expression returned and unfortunately so did her daughter's gloominess.
"Oh lighten up honey, Vegeta'll get over it soon enough." She assured as she rubbed her back soothingly.
"Probably, but I doubt he'll get over the Goku and me thing."
Bulma patted her on the back. "Yeah, I don't think he will. He already hates him for always being one step ahead in terms of power."
"Anyways, how are you and Goku doing? Did you talk it out with him and actually you know, listen?"
"Uhh no, not yet, but I will when we go into the Time Chamber."
With a nod of approval, Bulma motions Bra to follow her further into her lab.
"Scolding you wasn't the reason why I told Goku to bring you here when he found you."
The half-Saiyan was taken aback at the sight of her wrecked Time Machine, which had many pieces of its inner machinery removed and littered haphazardly all across the floor.
"Couldn't wait to take it apart huh mom." Bra said.
"Hey that's not true. I'll have you know that I had recently decided to take it apart. You saw that it was completely in one piece not long ago. It's that I got fed up with trying to get the darn thing to work! I've been at it for over three years and I can't fathom how the heck future me created this thing!" Bulma said, her daughter feeling a bit dizzy from watching her mother pacing back and forth.
"Calm down mom. It took future you over a decade to design the Time Machine!" Bra reassured. "Besides, even if you have no blueprints, you have it here, in physical form. All you need to do is reverse engineer the shit out of it and I know that's something you're good at!"
Her mother smiled at the faith her daughter had in her. "Hey, this is yours by the way. The one that Cell used wouldn't turn on at all and the batteries it needs to power it doesn't exist here yet because I can't seem to find it. I know I should have asked you before..."
"It's fine. It's not like I'll ever use it again." She said with a bittersweet smile. "As for the battery, it doesn't exist because you haven't created it yet."
"Naturally."
Bra rolled her eyes. "So what did you want to show me?" she inquired.
"Oh!" Bulma scurried towards her desk where the active laptop was and plucked a flash drive beside it. This peaked her daughter's interest. "I found this in a hidden compartment in your Time Machine. It was under the power button."
Bra raised a brow as she grabbed the flash drive from her hand. She inspected it and found no information other then the capacity of it, which was 128GB. "Did you see what was inside?"
Bulma pressed her lips together. "Well, I inserted it in to run a virus scan to make sure it was safe but once it finished, I removed it. I felt like it's something that you should see since it was in your Time Machine."
The half-Saiyan swallowed thickly and nodded, her throat suddenly feeling dry. Just as she was about to insert the USB in its proper slot, she paused when something else got caught her attention. It was two pairs of finger rings; one silver while the other was gold and each had a small purple diamond on it. She picked both of them up and examined them. Bra took note of the slight crack on the diamond of the golden one.
"Where you get these? Are you and dad going to get married finally?"
Her mother's eyes locked with the rings. "No, those were also inside the slot. And what do you mean 'finally get married'? Why? Were we married in your timeline?" She asked, looking so hopeful that Bra couldn't help but crack a grin.
"I'm not tellllingggg!" The half Saiyan sang and giggled at the frown that crossed her mother's lips. With a shrug she placed the rings back on the desk and turned towards the laptop, carefully placing the USB in the slot.
After a few seconds, the USB loaded and a popup flashed on the screen, which asked the user if they wanted to open the folder to see its content. Inside, there were various sub-folders, however they were all empty except one; the folder was labeled 'Videos' and it only had a single file.
With a shrug, she double clicked it and waited until the MP4 file loaded. Within moments, an image of a green-blue haired woman appeared on the screen. She wore a red dress with a yellow scarf wrapped around her neck, her slightly aged face having a rather thoughtful look as she ferociously typed away on the keyboard.
A Message From Mom
"Whoah! That's me?! I can't believe how gorgeous I still look!" Bulma said, her face practically glowing.
"Hmmm, I don't know mom, I think I see a few wrinkles here and there under all that make-up." Bra teased with a grin.
"I SO DO NOT!" her mother shouted defensively. "If the future me is anything like me, which she is considering she's well, duh me, then she doesn't wear make-up either!"
Bulma's counterpart didn't seem to realize that the camera was running as she has yet to react or say anything other then the occasional incoherent mumblings. Bra was almost tempted to fast forward through the video but froze when her future mother's aqua orbs rounded.
"Oh! Hi there! My name is Bulma Briefs and if you are watching this, then I'm most likely de-" She cut herself off, chuckling softly. "Oh who am I kidding, I'm pretty such the only ones who will see this are our friends…nah I'm pretty sure it will be you, Bra."
Bra quirked a brow at the certainty in her voice while Past Bulma was checking her face for wrinkles with a portable mirror.
The future heiress drifted off before coming back to focus as an idea sparked within her mind
"How about this, I'll make a video for each member of the Z-Gang! This one is for you sweetheart and also me! Hi past me! How's it hangin?!" Future Bulma giggled, the younger one almost feeling the urge to respond to the greeting.
Bra smiled warmly, her eyes stinging with the need to cry upon hearing the voice of the woman who gave birth to her. Even though both her mothers' look and sound the same, there was a certain tone of tenderness that the future one had…or maybe it's just because of the simple knowledge that in front of her is her real mom, the one that she's known all her life.
"So this video exist for the solo purpose of explaining the mechanics and inner workings of the Time Machine, which was created by yours truly. "She paused to give a friendly wink, making her daughter shake her head at her mom's silliness. As for her past mother, this instantly got her complete attention because she was finally going to get all the information required to create the Time Machine and operate it.
"Obviously when you play this video, you've probably already traveled to another timeline and knowing you honey, you ended up like 20 plus years in the past because either A, you were impatient and pushed random buttons or B, you were in a direr situation and had to leave the moment you stepped inside the Time Machine." Bra grimaced as the latter was exactly what happened.
"If you really screwed up and went too far back in time, then I have good news…depending on your situation that is. You can go to the memory logs which is located-"
Future Bulma took the camera where it was nesting on the top of the laptop and walked to the right until the very Time Machine that had gotten her to the past was in view. She climbed in the machine through the hatch door and zoomed in with the camera so it was pointed at a little white button, which was located slightly below the monitor where the time period numbers were displayed.
"Unfortunately I can't show you how it looks like on the screen since the Time Machine is charging now and has been for about over three months, which is the length of time it takes for half a full charge. Half a charge lets you time travel once while 6 months, which is a full charge, lets you travel twice. Anyways, when you push the button, it will display the logs of every time period you have traveled to and also where you had traveled from. Sooo, if you happened to go to a timeline you didn't want to, then you can select the previous timeline and go back there, provided that the machine has a full charge. The timeline is logged, so the coordinates are precisely where you come from. This is very important. Why? Let me explain."
"If you were to go back to the timeline you originally came from, even with the right date and time, if you don't have the right coordinates, that reality will spilt into one that you never went back and one that you did. I guess it's not a big deal if you don't exist in the time period you traveled to or from but if you did, then there will be two versions of you. It's not the worst thing that can happen…but I'd think it'd be weird. Bra…Kami forbid, but if you were about to die when you time traveled, then don't travel back using the logs or else you'd be pretty much killing yourself."
Considering Buu was seconds away from destroying the planet, yeah I'm most definitely not going back the half Saiyan mused.
"Well I really don't have much more to say to you Bra. You already know I love you with all my heart! If you're alive and well, I hope that wherever you ended up in, you live the rest of your life to the fullest. Don't feel bad if you weren't able to prevent…whatever it is that occurred that caused you to use the Time Machine."
As Bra watched her future mother blew a kiss at the screen, she let a few tears escape her aqua orbs. "I love you too…"
Upon seeing her teary-eyed daughter, the Past Bulma gave her the hug that her Future counterpart couldn't.
"Okay honey, if you're still watching this, I think you should probably leave as this next part is for past me! Unless you somehow managed to learn scientific jargon and finally got your college degree in engineering."
Past Bulma blinked as she unwrapped herself from her daughter and paused the video. "You went to college and didn't finish!?"
Bra smiled sheepishly. "No, I did go and complete it, however I got degree in fashion designing. Mom wasn't too happy with my choice as she had hoped I would follow in her footsteps. I mean it's not that I can't learn all that techno-crap-"
"It is not crap!" Bulma defended.
"I just was never interested like she was. But anyways, it doesn't matter; I never got a job in fashion designing. Once dad forced me into the world of rigors Saiyan training, I slowly lost my passion in fashion."
Bulma couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What!? You mean to tell me my beautiful and extremely intelligent daughter is a fighting brute just like her father and Goku?"
Bra lowered her head down in shame. "Sorry…"
The half-Saiyan gave a surprised yelp when her mother all but dragged her towards a large file cabinet, yanked the middle section open and began to scan through multiple folders and sheets of papers. Her eyes brightened when she found what she was looking for and plucked out a folder that read 'College and Universities'. She forced her daughter towards the medium sized table in the center of the lab, slammed the rather packed folder on said table, opened it before grabbing the bewildered Bra's hand and thrusting a blue inked pen in her pale hand.
"Now start filling out those applications!" Bulma demanded, her head nodding at the opened folder.
"Uhh mom, I think you're overreacting-"
Her mother shook her head stubbornly. "No, do as I say Bra! You wouldn't want your future mother's practically dying wish to go unfulfilled do you?"
Bra wrinkled her nose. "What? She didn't-"
"It was implied honey!"
The Saiyan Princess sighed, gently planted the pen on the table and pushed away from it.
"Mom, I don't think it's a good time to do this."
"Non-sense, it should take you about thirty minutes to run through at least fifteen applications."
"Fifteen!?" Bra's jaw dropped.
"Oh that's nothing. I plan to have you finish about sixty by the end of the day and-"
Bra began to suffer from a headache as her mother rambled on and on about bullshit that she simply cared nothing for. "Mom."
She kept on rambling.
"Mom."
She continued until finally Bra got fed up and yelled, "MOM!"
Successfully shutting her mother up, the half-Saiyan smiled loosely. "Look, I promise to do all the college stuff when Cell is out of the picture, how's that sounds." She really wasn't sure if she would go back and study but if it got her mother off her back, no harm done right?
Since when did mom become like Chi-Chi? She shuddered.
Bulma sighed in defeat. "Oh, alright." She said as she strode back to her laptop to continue the video.
As Bulma listen to her future counterpart speak that technological mumbo-jumbo, Bra was able to discretely make her exit, but halted and narrowed her eyes at the laptop screen. Her expression lit up when she saw that the video went on for almost 24 hours. Her mind started to wonder as she attempted to figure out what day it was that she recorded the video.
With a sudden feeling of comprehension, followed by forbidding thoughts, her body shook with apprehension as Bra pushed her mom from the portable PC with urgency.
"Hey! What is wrong with you!?" Bulma shouted with irritation, but when she saw the spooked look on her daughter's face, her anger vanished and was replaced with concern "Bra? What's wrong?"
Bra's petite finger trembled as she slid it against the touch pad below the keyboard. She right clicked the video file and pulled up the data on it. Within a few click of the upper tabs, she gasped when she saw the date.
"This-this is the day of the martial arts tournament-"
Bulma cocked her head to the side confusingly, not understanding why that was so important. After all, they go to pretty much all of them since it is held every three years.
"Mom…it was the day that I time traveled."
This caused Bulma's eyes to widen in shock. "Kami…the day that we all died right?"
Bra nodded sadly as she broadened the video and began to scan through it rapidly. She let the video play at around the midway mark when she saw that nobody was on the screen. Puzzled, the half-Saiyan scanned a little further and came to realize that even hours into the video, no one was present.
"What happened? Did future me just forget to stop the recording?" Bulma asked.
"Well, we did see her walk off the screen and never return, so yeah."
It seemed that Bra went a bit further than intended because the sudden appearance of a young man threw her off. The camera was blurred as she had scanned through the video quickly but once it loaded properly, she gasped. There was no mistaking it. The teenaged man with the long spikey black hair that was loosely tied into a pony-tail was indeed-
"Goten…"She breathed.
"Goten?" Bulma echoed. "Who's that?"
"It's Goku's son."
"Goku had another son?!"
Bra said nothing as she remained solely absorbed on the running video. As she studied Goten more thoroughly, she saw that he looked weary, his black hair unkempt and wild. The half-Saiyan seemed to be waiting for someone as he just remained on the screen, anxiously looking ahead of him. In came her future mother and she looked no better than Goten did. With her face all covered with scuff marks and her dress wrinkled, yeah, she looked like hell.
"Bulma? Why did you want me here?"
Future Bulma grabbed the young man by the shoulders. "Goten, listen. I want you to use the Time Machine and get out of here while you still can! Maybe you can go back and stop all this from happening or-or-maybe-hmmphh!"
Bra's eyes widened in shock and disgust when Goten wrapped his arm around her future mother's waist and reeled her into a kiss. What the fuck!?
Future Bulma trashed about until she was able to separate Goten from her, her facial expression twisting in revulsion as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand. Her lips then thinned as she lifted her hand and give the young man a resounding slap, making his head turn to the side.
"What the hell is wrong with you Goten?" She shouted with rage as she thrust the grinning young man against the wall with surprising force.
"Sorry, I've just always wanted to do that! Look Bulma, you're freaking smoking hot for a woman your age-"
"Watch it you little prick!" She roared out, making Goten wince at the loudness of her voice.
Nevertheless he went on. "-And I've always wanted to do that but I knew I never could. Now that we're going to die, well why not go for it right?"
"Ughhh! You're so lucky Vegeta isn't here to-"
Goten snorted. "He's probably dead by now."
This earned him yet another slap.
"Don't say that! They might still-"
"You know you look superhot when you're pissed right?"
"Ohh will you stop thinking with your penis?!"
*SLAP*
"That's it, lay it on me!"
Off the screen, Bra felt like she was going to be sick, her past mother looking no better. "Kami, I knew Goten had a crush on you mom, but this is too much! What a freaking douchebag!"
Then the bickering stopped when a dreadful distant voice was heard, causing chills to run down the female Saiyan's spine.
"Just where are you?"
Both the young Saiyan and woman on the screen visibility stiffened, Future Bulma now pressing herself again Goten's chest.
"Why don't you come out of hiding and accept your fate? You're all that's left. Gohan and Piccolo are a part of me now and so are Vegeta and Goku. Thanks to their fusion, I'm now more powerful than I ever was before! As for Bra, she wasn't needed any longer as I already have all the power I've ever wanted, so she's out of the picture."
Future Bulma choked back a sob, the knowledge that not only had she lost Vegeta, but also her daughter being too much to handle. Goten squeezed his eyes shut tightly, his hands balled up in anger at the hopelessness of the situation.
Bra's mind began to wonder again as she tried to place together when exactly this event occurred.
Her aqua orbs snapped open in realization.
This…this must have happened shortly after Buu thought he killed me! So that means that my mom and Goten had been alive while I had been unconscious! So that's where Buu went! Dende had said that he had vanished suddenly. The bastard must have figured out that Goten and mom had survived and went after them!
As to how Goten lived after being pierced by an energy blast from Buu is anyone's guess. She had assumed that Buu might have absorbed him as he had done with Gohan and Piccolo, thus preventing him from dying and instead live inside the monster forever. But it appeared that that hadn't been the case. Senzu Bean maybe? But how? I thought we used all of them up? Well it does explain the different shirt he has on…why the hell would he change his shirt anyway? You'd think he'd be more worried about his life than how he looked. But then again, this is Goten we're talking about. No one knows why he does the things he does. What about her mom? Bra had presumed that she had gotten turned into candy like all the others, but apparently she had been wrong about that also.
"It looks like he doesn't know you're alive." Goten whispered.
Bulma glanced up at Goten pleadingly and whispered, "Goten, please just go into the Time Machine before he finds us! You can still save yourself!"
Goten shook his head. "No way am I-"
Future Bulma tried to speak, but the half-Saiyan was faster.
"Why don't you go? I'll hold him off."
"No! You'd be more help than I! You're a fighter while I'm not." She pointed out, trying to help the son of Goku see reason.
"But-"
"Listen! You can stop all of this from ever happening by traveling back in time to yesterday. The Time Machine has enough power for one jump. I'll even set it up so you don't end up somewhere else."
As Bra saw her future mother head to the Time Machine and tinker with it as quick as she could, Goten's brows rose with surprise and then morphed into a look of…was it resignation?
Doesn't matter because what the Saiyan Princess saw next completely threw her off.
She could do nothing but watch the half-Saiyan calmly walk towards her future mother, who had her back turned and with a light chop, struck the side of her neck, successfully causing her to crumple back into his awaiting arms. With Future Bulma within his arms, he moved from the Time Machine and placed her on the floor a few feet away.
Past Bulma was in shock at what just happened while Bra chose to mask her emotions and say nothing as she bravely continued to watch the rest of the video.
Goten strode to the laptop and with a remorseful expression, he spoke.
"Sorry you had to see all of that…Bra." He gave a tight smile as he shoved one hand into his pocket and fished out the very two rings that were currently resting on the table. He gave a terse laugh. "I would edit the whole kissing your mom thing, which I don't regret, if I had time-" Bra frowned at this, which caused Goten to give a shit-eating grin, almost as if he expected the reaction despite him not being present.
"I had thought that Buu's failure to kill his target was a onetime thing, but apparently it wasn't. Then again, you have to thank your mom for that. If it wasn't for that tiny piece of Senzu Bean, I wouldn't be here right now. I can still feel your energy Bra and just barely, so you're probably unconscious."
His expression became somber, his eyes moistening suspiciously, which caused Bra's lips to tremble. "I was going to listen to your mom there for a second, but when I felt that you were alive, despite Buu stating that he killed you, I decided that you should be the one to use the Time Machine. I know that your mom wouldn't take the news well if I had told her you were alive, because knowing her, she would have still urged me to use it as getting you over here would take too long and possibly waste the only chance for one of us to escape this hell." Goten flinched when he heard something explode somewhere in the building.
Running a shaky hand through his long messy locks, he flashed the rings at the camera. "These…these are fusion rings that I had received from the Kais."
Bra's eyes went wide, her past mother mimicking her.
Fusion…rings!? But I thought…
"While I was in the Planet of the Kais, the Supreme Kai had given Vegeta the Potara earrings in order to fuse with my dad, which he reluctantly accepted, as he honestly would rather die than fuse with him." Goten then laughed. "You should have seen his face when the Kai had stated that once he fused with my dad, they would be stuck like that forever!
"But when the Supreme Kai urged him to reconsider because the whole Universe was at stake, that this wasn't about him, he ripped the earrings from his hands with a look of disgust and had Kibito teleport him to join the fight on Earth against Buu, who had already absorbed Piccolo and because he was so damned powerful as he was, Gohan was having a-"
Another explosion caused Goten to get on with the point. "Kami Bra, I would love to tell you what you had missed before the fight with our fused dads started but I don't have a lot of time. I know Buu knows where I am! He's just fucking around with me!" His eyes flickered blue-green briefly, which obviously didn't help his case.
So then Goten decided to hastily wrap things up "Before Kibito came back and took me down to Earth at my request, the Supreme Kai had shown me a pair of finger rings and had given an explanation of the difference between those and the earrings. The differences between them are that while the earring method is permanent, the finger rings are not. He said that the rings last about an hour and then can never be used again as their power would be burned out. He didn't show these to Vegeta because as you can see-" Goten traced a finger along the crack on the diamond of the golden ring. "It's damaged. He said he didn't know how it had cracked, considering the ring was made out of the strongest metal in the universe, Katchin, but he figured that the diamond must have been made of something else, which is a flaw in design in my opinion. He said it might still work and if the worst came true and Vegeta and Goku were to be defeated, he suggested that I should give it a try with Gohan and see what happens."
"I'm going to put these rings along with this message inside the Time Machine somewhere-"
Goten must have sensed Buu nearby because with a panicked wave of his hand, he flicked the camera off, the grimacing face of the half-Saiyan being the last thing Bra and her past mother saw.
"Wow…that was crazy…" Bulma said, looking completely disturbed. "But look! Now we might have a way of defeating Cell!"
Bra laughed bitterly. "Won't happen…"
"But-"
Bra whipped her face towards her mother, her aqua orbs watery with tears of anger. "Because not only are the rings useless because of the crack in one of them, but even if they worked, my father would definitely not fuse with Goku as they are not close as they were in my reality. He hates Goku at this point. Now more so that father knows of my relationship with him."
Bulma frowned. "Maybe I can fix it somehow and you can fuse with someone…"
Bra snorted. "Hello, there are really no female fighters in our group if you didn't notice! And I'm not going to become some crazy transgender person, no thanks." She said, crossing her arms stubbornly.
Bulma giggled. "It would only be for an hour!"
"Oh yeah great, a torturous hour of identity crisis!" She spat sarcastically. "What if I end up stuck like that because of whatever you use to put that shit back together? It's made by the Kais mom!"
"Well I created a Time Machine, so I bet you I could fix that ring too! By the way, what is this fusion thing like? And also who is this Supreme Kai?"
"Doesn't matter, I don't want to talk about this anymore. Do what you want with the rings. I have a feeling we won't need them anyway." She huffed as she did a sharp turn to the exit and headed towards her room.
The half-Saiyan rolled her eyes when she saw Goku snoring loudly on the couch and continued to her destination. Once inside her room, she began to pack stuff she would need in the Time Chamber.
She felt a light tap on her shoulder and looked behind her to see her mother holding out a white capsule.
"This has everything you need." Bulma said with a smile, which caused her daughter's annoyance to melt away.
Pulling her mother into an apologetic embrace, her mother whispered in her ear, "I even put a little something…for protection…just in case…you know?"
This caused the female Saiyan's cheeks to redden.
Withdrawing from her mother's arms, Bra turned to leave, but not before grabbing her forgotten sword on the way out, determined to make use of it with her upcoming year long training.
A/N: I realize that this chapter had a lot of tiny fillers and bullshit (ex. college apps fill out and Goten's weird attraction to Bulma = WTF) but this was not only to give you a little more info on Bra's past, but also to set up something that will happen after the Cell arc is finished involving fusion (What I have in mind, sounds kinda awesome to me). So no, there will be no fusion in this arc.
This chapter was a problem to write because of this whole time traveling thing. I confused myself many times, so I hope it still made sense. I know I changed how it normally works in DBZ, but eh whatever, it's my story right?
Might be a long while before the next update, but I can promise you that it will not only have Bra and Goku in the Time Chamber (seriously this time), but also have a certain world champ make his debut (I think I'm gonna have fun with that lol) plus another surprise which I will not say!
If you see any mistakes, if you want, you can kindly point them out in your review.
Thanks for reading and I'll see-ya when I see-ya!
(Posted: 6/5/16)
(Revised: 11/12/16)
~Gater~