Well, this is it guys! We've come to the end of A Dimensional Rift! This was actually a hard one to write, which surprised me. It started out so smoothly for me, but I ended up having to force a lot of the last chapters. I'm going to try and re-do it at some point, because I'm a little disappointed at how some of it turned out, so yeah :P

Thanks again to all of you that reviewed! I really appreciate you taking the time to give me your thoughts and feelings about my work! Every time I get a notification that I got another review, I can't help feel amazed that you guys like my stories so much. It makes me want to write more so I can hopefully entertain you :D

Lastly, this is the END, lol! I can't take this story no further! If you think you can, please feel free to add upon it! Just link me to it so I can read it! Would love to see someone else's take on Willow/Okara!

And thanks for sticking with me through all of this!

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"You never answered, Pearson…. What did you mean you were over my research?" Willow growled, stepping between him and Bulma.

The doctor sighed, looking at her over the rims of his heavy glasses.

"To fully understand why I did what I did, I'll have to start from the beginning," he said, walking back over to the desk where he began sorting through the files once more.

"About thirty years ago, I was doing some research into worm holes…" he began, using the cigarette in his hand to light another, before butting the first one out. He took a long draw before continuing.

"I had already began tinkering with the idea of looking for other dimensions, and worm holes just seemed like the next logical step. And," he paused, looking up at them, a small smile on his lips," I succeeded. I ended up making a portal, of a sort. It opened to the dimension you were sent to, Willow."

"I was amazed when I got there… They were already so similar to us, but their technology was atrocious! They were behind us in everything, it seemed. But, they knew that I was there before I had a chance to go back…. "He trailed off.

"In the end, I found out that their government had enough tech to be able to monitor our world, long before I built my portal, but they had never been able to send someone here. "

He looked to his daughter, his eyes apologetic.

"I couldn't turn down the offer for more research, Bulma dear… You know how I am. And at the time, no one was getting hurt. They sent a few people here for reconnaissance after I let it slip about what you had told me about Goku. They seemed very interested in him and his abilities and wanted to know more. I don't know the details; this research went on before I was …. Trusted enough, shall we say? It was around this time that they sent Agent Wong here," he said, nodding towards Goku, who glared his way once more.

"I am sorry for that, but as I said, I had no idea, not until your fist son was born…. With Gohan, the need for more research came, and ….." he stopped, turning away from them slightly, "And I'm not proud of it, but I was the one that found Willow's pod… I had been monitoring our solar system for them, in search of any other Saiyans, when suddenly her ship entered our system…. I projected its landing to be here on earth and I contacted them. They instructed me to find out where she was landing and contact them as soon as I made contact. She landed and I was surprised to see that she was only about two months old…. I didn't know what else to do, so I capsuled her ship and took her with me through the portal to them."

"I – I wasn't sure what they were going to do after I got her there…. They had said that they just wanted to monitor her and her powers, but after we arrived, they whisked her off and the next I knew, she was placed in a home where they hoped to, and I quote, "Kickstart her abilities," and I was delegated to research." He faced the desk once more, unable to even look up at any of them.

Willow couldn't believe it… she felt her anger rising as she stared at him...

"So you were the one that sent me to them? You KNEW what they did to me? To my sister?" she screamed, taking a step forwards.

He looked up finally and nodded, lighting up another cigarette.

"Yes. I had no control over it, though. They wanted to see if you could break the restraint they had on you if you became angry enough… They didn't count on you being docile."

Vegeta stepped up to the old man, death in his eyes.

"You had a hand in sending my daughter to be beaten on a daily basis for an experiment?" he asked in a deadly tone, making the others gasp.

"What's he talking about, Will?" Trunks asked, looking from his father to his sister.

It was too much. She never wanted them to know… It was bad enough that her father knew the extent of their abuse.

She hid her face in her hands, sobbing.

"She told me when she got here that the family that raised her beat her and her sister. She ran away a few years before she came here." Vegeta said, still glaring at Bulma's father.

The old man nodded, "Yes, it caused quite a stir when she ran off, but I put in for individual research so she wouldn't have to go back to them."

He looked over at Willow, who lowered her hands slightly at his words, his eyes full of pain.

"I didn't want you there, dear. I thought they would run some tests and let me return you. They hadn't done anything to break my trust so far, so I had faith in them. I wanted nothing more than to take you back with me. But if I had interfered, they would have booted me from the research. I did my best to protect you when I could. The worst of it is that if you had shown hostility to them, they would have returned you to this dimension. You ended up staying so long because you fit in so well."

He picked up a large briefcase that sat next to him on the floor, laying it on the desk. He opened it, rustling though the papers inside before he pulled a large folder out, tossing it onto the table towards her.

"This is your file, Willow. I took it before I came back here." He said, putting his cigarette out.

She stepped closer and opened the manila folder, gasping quietly at what she saw.

Briefs turned back to his daughter, her glare scorching him.

"Bulma, I'm sor-"

"Save it!" she seethed, taking a step towards him, making his eyes widen.

"I can't believe this! You – Not only did you – you -!" she fumbled angrily, clenching her fists at her side.

"Do you know how long I grieved you? How long Mom did? She couldn't go on! Did you know that? Did you even know she died?" she screamed, angry tears falling down her face.

Dr. Briefs sighed, "Yes, dear…. But there's a lot more to it than you think." He whispered, hanging his head.

"Your mother was dying, Bulma… It's one of the reasons I left for good. She wanted me to go on and continue my work… she –"

"You're not telling me that she knew!" Bulma screeched, making him shake his head rapidly.

"No! Not about what I was doing, no! She just – she knew I was on to something spectacular and she –"he stopped, pulling his thick frames off and wiping his eyes.

"She wanted me to finish it…. she knew you wouldn't understand and I wasn't supposed to come back, but …."

"Then why did you?" his daughter growled, making him wince.

"Because I knew I had to make things right! I couldn't leave them this way!" he gestured over to Willow, who was still engrossed in her file.

"I didn't know who her father was until a month after she was sent back! They kept it from me! When I found out that she – she was technically my grand-daughter, I knew I had to come back here and explain everything to all of you! I couldn't go on living there, knowing what I had caused…"

Bulma eyed him suspiciously, but edged closer to him, eventually grabbing him in a tight hug, which he returned gratefully.

When she let him go, she spied the files that he had been going through of hers, seeing the one she had on their so called show back in the other dimension. She reached over and plucked it out of the pile shoving it into her father's face roughly.

"What about this?" she said, making him go cross-eyed trying to read it. "She said they made a show about us, daddy! How could you let them do that?" Bulma asked, glaring at him.

He had the decency to blush,

"It wasn't anything personal; just what you had told me about went on with everything, and then what I witnessed myself…. As for why, well, I had to find a way to fund my own personal research over there; Zinni doesn't exactly have an exchange rate, you know," he said, adjusting his glasses.

"So it was true?" Goku asked.

He nodded, tilting his head to look at the Saiyan.

"Yes, but like I said, I stayed away from personal things, or if they had to be included, I made them up. Listen, they ended years ago; all they are now are reruns," he chuckled, looking around at all of them.

They glared back, making him take a few steps away.

"He's right, you guys." Willow added, making them look her way. She had closed the folder and tucked it under her arm. "I've been here long enough to see the difference in it."

"But-"

Willow sighed, shaking her head. "No, really, I mean it… "She sighed deeply, 'If you could see them, you would understand. It's – it's you, but it's not…. It's exaggerated." She said, shaking her head. She rubbed her head, feeling the beginnings of a headache coming.

"Listen, I'm heading up. Just take my words into account before you murder him, alright?" she grinned tiredly at Bulma, who smirked. She gave her father a kiss on the cheek, making the older Saiyan man smile slightly.

"I'm going to be moving in with Goku, Dad." She said, making him sputter as she walked off snickering.

She walked past Dr. Brief, reaching out and clasping her hand on his shoulder lightly.

"Thank you." She whispered, looking up at him with a sad smile on her lips. Briefs nodded patting her hand.

"I always wished I could have done more, dear…" he said, as she let go. She shrugged with a grin.

"You did what you could, and that was enough."

With that, she was out the door, with Goku following behind her.

..

They decided to spend the night in his rooms, seeing as how he had a bigger bed then she did. She couldn't imagine trying to fit his large, muscular frame into hers, let alone her with him, because when he slept, he was all arms and legs, needing more room than her bed had to offer, so it was the better option.

After grabbing a change of clothes from her room, she told him that she was going to take a shower, hoping that the hot water would help her clear her mind some. She tossed the folder onto her bedside table, knowing that curiosity would more than likely get the better of Goku and he would want to read it. After giving him a quick kiss, she went to hopefully find solace under the shower head.

When Goku heard the water running, he crept over to her bedside table grabbing the folder Dr. Brief had given her. He sat on her side of the bed and opened it, smiling at the first thing he saw.

A chubby baby with long spiky hair sat on a lab table in a photo that was stapled to a sheet of paper. She was looking up at the camera with wide, onyx eyes, her plump fist in her mouth. He lifted the photo, reading,

"October 12

Specimen has arrived as projected. Female, seems to be around a two months old. Name listed in pod ship as Okara. Has tail same as others of her species, but doesn't show any hostility. Has been put on GB list, will hopefully show sign of aggression. New name will be filed after adoption has been processed."

He looked back at the picture, smiling sadly. She was so innocent and looked so happy, not knowing what she was going to have to go through in life.

He flipped through the pages, seeing brief pictures of her as she grew up, each one making him chuckle. She was a cute kid and his favorites were her school pictures, where she proudly sported missing front teeth and mussed up hair when she was younger.

But they changed her to help her blend in with their own people; her dark hair had been turned red, the same as her adoptive mothers, as he saw from a very solemn family picture, and they had cut it off as well as given her a some kind of vaccination to keep it straight.

He couldn't help but laugh when he read that it had taken them two years to get it to work. Her hair seemed to be just as stubborn as her.

Her tail though, had been amputated before her adoption, and had grew back once they had taken away the restraint. And he found out that her eyes were the result of a failed experiment. In trying to change them from the usual Saiyan onyx, they ended up becoming permanently blue. It didn't bother him in the slightest, though.

He thought they were beautiful.

He got towards the end, just a few months before she had arrived.

"January 10,

Subject is depressed. Hasn't left her home for a week now. Have seen a significant change since Agent Wong reported back. Brief is still saying that she is connected to the Saiyan clan on MD Earth and that we need to return the subject. Waiting for report from Wong to line up timeline."

His breath caught.

Wong.

He hurried to the next entry.

"February 12,

Subject still not responding to stimuli. Looked over Wong's timeline of events and they coincide with subjects depression. Wong's subject, Male Saiyan Kakarott 22453, human name Goku, is listed as "un-bound." Will be testing connection to female subject. If tests appear correct, will be returning to MD Earth for further testing."

Further testing? He scrunched his brow in thought.

He skipped through the pages, coming to the last entry to the last entry.

"November 23,

Subject is bonded. Report came through just a few hours ago. Was set to be listed as failure by tomorrow. Female Saiyan Willow 22459 and Male Saiyan Kakarott 22453 will continue to be monitored. High power levels from each likely to produce strong offspring."

"Saw it too, huh?"

He jumped. He looked back at the bathroom door, seeing her standing there in her bath robe, her arms crossed.

"Does that mean they are still monitoring us?"

She nodded, moving to set next to him on the bed.

"Pearson – or Brief, said that they had been monitoring here for years, way before I came along. They knew enough to start looking for other Saiyans, anyways, "She shrugged.

Goku shook his head.

"How can you be so….. Calm about this?" he asked.

She shrugged once more, smiling up at him.

"I have what I want. I have a family that loves me, friends that care about me, and the love of my life. As long as they stay out of our lives, they can monitor all they want." She told him.

"But what if we had a kid? They seem interested in it… what if they tried to take it?"

She snarled, her tail twitching angrily behind her.

"I'll rip their heads off!"

He nodded, his eyes narrowing.

"We have to figure out what to do about this." He whispered, setting the folder back down on the table.

Willow nodded, "We need to ask Briefs if they have any other way of getting here, then. If we can destroy all the portals, then we should be safe."

…

Dr. Briefs stood in his once laboratory, frowning.

Bulma had completely changed it. She had gotten rid of "Tinkering Corner" as he had called it, replacing his small project area with file cabinets. And, she had threw away his stash of magazines that he had hidden in the wall safe that he had been so sure she would never find!

And where was his damn cappuccino machine!

His mustache bristled as he stomped over to her desk, where she sat typing away on her computer, her eyes glued to the screen.

"Where did you put all my –"

She cut him off by pointing to the back of the room, to the door that led to his- er, well, her storage room. With a huff, he went in, and was amazed to find all of his things set up almost just like he had once had them.

He set in, finding some of his old projects to dabble in.

…

Willow woke up smiling as she felt Goku tighten his hold on her. She was lying with her back against his chest, with his arm wrapped around her waist, holding her against him. She wiggled her backside against him, making him moan softly as she felt him start to harden against her. With a quiet giggle, she turned over, kissing his chest and going up to his neck, grazing her teeth across his Adam's apple.

His hand gripped her hip as he moaned once more, his eyes fluttering open.

She raised her head, smiling slyly up at him.

"Morning."

His lips crashed against hers and he pushed her over, nestling himself between her legs, his hardened arousal pressing into her.

"Morning," he panted against her lips as he began thrusting in and out of her, making her arch up against him. She eyes widened as he sped up, biting her lip to keep from screaming. He kissed her, swallowing all the sounds she wanted to make as his hips bucked against hers.

He broke away, getting up on his knees and lifting her hips, pounding into her at a new angle and making her body stiffen as her orgasm hit. She screamed, clawing at the sheets as he filled her with his seed, wrapping her arms and legs around him when he let go of her and lay panting on top of her.

As they were catching their breath, they heard someone stomping up the stairs.

"DAMMIT KAKAROTT!" they heard Vegeta scream before they heard Bulma shush him.

"But they -!"

"NO! Go downstairs! NOW!" she yelled, making Willow start laughing.

"HE'S MOLESTING MY OKARA!"

"VEGETA!"

Goku groaned, making Willow laugh even harder. He pulled away, getting up off the bed, shaking his head.

"When do you want to start packing?" he asked, going to his dresser and grabbing some clothes. She grabbed the ones she took last night from her room, following him to the shower.

"Right after we shower." She snickered.

…

Briefs looked up as the door opened, reveling a smiling Willow.

"Got a sec, Doc?" she asked, her grin widening.

He sat his note pad down, waving her in. As she made her way into the room, Goku followed right behind her, his glare not as heated as it was the night before, making the old man breathe a sigh of relief.

"What can I do for you two?" he asked, setting down behind the cramped little desk Bulma had given him, since she kept his original one.

Willow smirked at him, tilting her head to the side slightly.

"Do you still have a way to go back?" she asked, taking him by surprise. He nodded slowly, pulling a little capsule case out of his lab coat pocket.

"Yes…. Why?"

"Can we see it?" she asked, motioning to the case. He got up with a quiet sigh, opening it up and taking one of the little pill-shaped caps out, hitting the expand button on it and tossing it to the ground.

Willow was shocked to see it. It looked like one of those old timey phone booths that stood outside of those creepy diners in old movies. She walked over to it, seeing that in place of the phone, it had a key pad and screen. Looking up at him with a cocked brow, she asked the question that had been plaguing her.

"So, is this the only way to get there, or do they have one as well?"

Briefs eyed her for a moment before answering.

"No, this is it. They never could produce a stable transporter. The one that sent you back was connected to this one, but it shut down as soon as you left and they haven't been able to get it going again. Why?"

"If it was gone, they wouldn't have any way of getting here, would they?"

Ah.

"No, without this one, they can't even contact anyone here. It acts as – well, it's kind of like the key to all of it, really… Without it, all connections to that universe is permanently cut off."

The look she gave him chilled him to the bone. A sweet smile was on her lips, but her eyes were cold as she gave him a death glare.

"Are you sure? Because I'm telling you Doc, I'll hunt you down, rip out your insides and hang you with them." She said, smiling at him sweetly.

He took a step back and paled.

"I-I'm positive."

"Good, because I really do not want that thing here. My file said that they were still going to be monitoring me and Goku, that we might produce strong offspring," she hissed, making him back away. "If we have kids, I don't want there to be any way for those bastards to come here and try and take my babies…. I want it gone. Alright?"

Briefs was torn.

His heart told him to let her, to make sure that they were all safe and that they posed no threat against them.

But his mind, well his brain, told him no, to keep the portal. It was one of his greatest accomplishments and he was proud of it, even if he wasn't proud of what it had caused.

It was the last thought that made his mind up.

"G-go ahead, dear… I want you and the rest of family safe."

Giving him a bright smile, she nodded to Goku.

"Destroy it."

Brief winced as the large Saiyan walked over, using his fists to obliterate his greatest accomplishment.

Or his greatest downfall.

He wasn't sure.

But, they were safe, at least.

Without his portal, they couldn't open their own.

…

Epilogue

3 years later

"MOM!"

Bulma grabbed her head, gritting her teeth.

She glared over at her daughters, both of whom were laughing, propped up against one another. Her son though, was wearing a dress, with full make-up and his lavender hair curled and styled.

She had to hand it to them; she had no clue how the hell they had managed it.

"MOM! Tell them to stop catching me asleep and – and -!" he growled in frustration, tearing the dress in two, revealing a purple bra and panties set. He gave a high pitched scream before running back into the house, leaving the two sisters crying with laughter.

Bulma shook her head, walking over to the young women, her hands on her hips as she tried to look stern.

"How?"

Willow pointed to Dr. Briefs, who was standing next to the grill with an irritated looking Vegeta. He scowled at his eldest grandchild, shaking a finger at her.

"I won't keep helping you if you keep telling on me!" he said, his mustache twitching with laughter. Vegeta just shook his head, going back to his cooking.

"What did you do Dad?" Bulma said, stomping over to the old man. As he sputtered his explanation, which involved a very early-stage switching device that he was sure she would love, Goku appeared in the back yard, a small, black haired toddler, clinging to his arm with a look of pure excitement in her blue eyes.

As soon as he landed, she was out of his arms and running straight to Willow, throwing her chunky little arms around her leg.

"Mama!" she squealed, making the young woman laugh. She picked her up, tossing her into the air and making her squeal.

"Did you and Daddy have fun talking to Uncle Krillin?" she asked her, making the little girl nod excitedly. Goku walked over, throwing an arm over his mate's shoulders and kissing her on the temple.

"Yes, but don't you think you should tell your Mama what you did to Master Roshi?" he asked, cocking a brow and making the little girl blush. She shook her head, hiding her face in the crook of her mother's neck, making Goku smile.

"What did you do, Kara?" Willow asked, tickling her chin to make her look up at her.

Kara laughed, fighting to get away from her mother's tickling before explaining.

"Master Roshi asked me if I was going to fight like Daddy and I said uh-huh and then he told me to hit him, and I did." The three-year-old explained, all the while playing with her mother's hair. Willow held back her laugh, looking up at Goku.

"I bet that didn't go over too well, huh?"

Kara shook her head, making her messy black hair bounce.

"No, Master Roshi fell into the water and Uncle Krillin had to save him." she said, twirling the hair around her stubby fingers. "But Master Roshi said it was alright and that you and Daddy should be happy!" she said brightly, smiling proudly.

"Was he alright?" Willow whispered to her mate, making him laugh. "Yeah, Roshi's tougher than that. He just wasn't expecting so much power behind her punch," he chuckled. Kara wiggled in her arms, making Willow set her on the ground. As soon as she was free, she took off running, going straight to Vegeta, demanding to be picked up.

Willow couldn't hold in the laugh as her father stopped grilling, actually handing the spatula to Briefs and walking off, smiling as his granddaughter jabbered away about how her day went. Goku squeezed her side, making her look up at him so he could steal a kiss.

She smiled as he broke away, snuggling against his chest.

She finally had the family she had been hoping for.