The thing everyone's been waiting for, what's gonna happen to This family? Who's the mysterious Villain? Find out now on this fan based fiction of Dragon Ball (GT/Z) not sure what to put it as...

Kami lay asleep in his bed. Dreams were buzzing around his head, dreams of fighting, of his parents, but mostly his great grandfather he had never met. As he slept, an evil was lurking in his house. One most had forgotten about long ago. The man walked up the stair case toward Kami's bedroom. The door was already open, so he was able to walk in easily. The villain scooped up the boy and flew out the window, off through the night sky. Kami wouldn't see his family again for thirteen years.

"Where is he!" Trunks had woken up to find Kami missing. At first he had thought his son was playing hide and go seek, but Trunks had searched the entire house, he even called for Kami to come out, but with no luck. Soon he realized his son was not playing around, he was truly missing.

Pan came out of a room crying, "I can't find him. Trunks, I'm scared. What if someone kidnapped him?"

"Pan don't worry. We'll find him, I'm sure of it."

They continued to search the house. Within a few hours the best detectives in the world were at the home. Not a single detective among the group had ever failed a case. Each was the best in their part of the world. Among all of the cops and detectives, none could find a single clue toward the missing child.

"I'm sorry sir. We can't find a single hint that the boy was ever kidnapped. There's absolutely no evidence to prove it," apologized the chief of police.

"No... he can't be gone! He has to be here, I tucked him into bed last night!" Trunks fumed. He was angry at himself, he was angry at the police and detectives, he was angry at the whole world for taking his son, his only son, away from him.

Pan was next to Trunks. She didn't say a single word but instead just stood there. Last night she didn't even bother to say "good night" to Kami. Instead she was sitting on the couch, depressed about the past. Now Pan knew she had to put the past behind her and get around the loss of her grandpa. Now she had to worry about her missing son, and the child she was carrying. Now she had to support her husband, and he had to support her as they faced the difficult challenge of finding out who stole their little boy, and how they were going to find him.

She looked over to Trunks, and spoke her first words in hours, "Trunks, we need to find him."

In an abandoned mountain area far away from any civilization, far away from even Gohan and Chi-chi's homes near Mount Paozu, Kami was waking up to the sun in his eyes. He had no recollection of who he was, he just knew he wasn't where he was supposed to be. He looked around for water or food, but couldn't find any near by. Instead he looked over and saw a man with long black hair. The man wore strange armor, and had a mysterious green, glass screen over one of his eyes. He had a mean look on his face, Kami took it as meaning "you mess up, I mess you up. Bad."

With all that seemed mean about the man, something also seemed familiar. Maybe it was the black hair. Perhaps it was the deep, dark, black eyes. No, the thing that was so distantly familiar was his intense need to fight. It was a basic need Kami also had deep inside him. It was the same need all Saiyans possessed. The very need that had gotten them into a war. The one that caused Freeza to begin to worry that they would over come his rule. The eventual reason why their home planet was blown up. It was that need that some how made Kami believe that they could somehow connect.

Then, something strange happened, the man smiled, "Hey kid, I'm your, uh, your..." his smile widened and turned into a smirk, "your Uncle, Raditz."

"If you're my uncle, then where are my parents?" Kami asked.

Raditz hadn't exactly figured out how to execute his plan. He knew to pick up Kakarot's youngest decedent, and to use him to defeat all of his family, and eventually take over the Earth. He would soon have Vegita bowing down to him. But the rest he hadn't thought about. One would think that after escaping Hell, and spending years of hiding he would have come up with more of a plan.

"Your parents. They were... killed," he began his lie. "Your, I mean, our family was killed by a bunch of monsters."

"Who killed them?" Kami asked with tears in his eyes.

"Don't you remember anything? It was the Son family! They came in one night and killed every one, you were hidden away. When they set the house on fire I thought no one could survive, but you had managed to escape. I found you with a giant gash on the back of your head." In truth, the gash on Kami's head was from Raditz dropping him on the ground on their way to the secluded location.

Kami began to cry. How could people be that evil. Evil enough to kill an entire family, then burn down their home. Why would someone do it? Did his family do something to them first? No, his family must have been filled with good people. Weren't they nice people? Kami didn't remember, but something in his gut told him that they must have been.

"Don't cry child. We'll get them back for everything they've done, I promise you."

"How... how are we gonna... do that?" Kami asked between tears and sniffles.

"An eye for an eye."

Months after Kami's disappearance, he was presumed dead. A few miles away from Trunks and Pan's home they found blood that was identified as Kami's. The couple burned most of his possessions and placed them in an urn, which they kept in their bedroom with his picture and toy dinosaur next to it. A funeral was held, all of their friends and family came, all except Vegita and Goku. The whole funeral was filled with an eerie feeling. One of their own was dead, forever. There were no dragon balls to bring him back. Their lives would never be blessed with another Kami.

A few days after the funeral, Pan went into labor with her second child. She was at home grieving Kami, as she often did, when her water broke. Immediately she called Trunks, the baby wasn't due for another month. The stress had caused her to go into labor early. Trunks rushed out of his work and flew to the hospital. Pan was being rolled through the doors as Trunks landed in front of the hospital.

"Are you doing okay Pan?" He asked with concern in his voice.

"Trunks, will you promise me something?" Pan said.

"What is it?"

"Promise that this child won't ever get hurt. Promise to keep them safe. And promise that every night we'll tuck them into bed together. And every morning, we'll say 'good morning.'"

"Of course we will Pan. This child will be loved more than any child ever was or ever will be." Trunks assured her.

The doctors took her into another room. Trunks had to stay outside of it since the baby was so premature they were afraid of the immune system not being fully developed. As he waited outside the room he called his mom, Chi-chi, Pan's parents, and her uncle. Of course the whole gang had to be there. Videl called Mr. Satan, Gohan called up Krillan and his family. Through a long phone chain, everyone was there for the arrival of the newest member of their growing crew. The baby was born a few minutes after the last of the gang, Yamcha, got to the hospital.

Pan had given birth to a baby girl. In the groups eyes, she was perfect. He black hair was starting to sprout from the top of her head. Her eyes looked just like Goku. She had Pan's head, but Trunks showed up in her little nose. She looked like any average human, until they noticed it. Coming out of the blanket was a tiny tail.

"What... what is that?" asked Bulma, knowing what the tail meant. The family looked in the same direction as her. The tail was moving around under the blanket.

"It's a... tail," Pan answered, unsure of why Bulma would be so afraid of a little tail on her baby.

"Pan, that tail's not a good thing. You need to make sure that she never looks at a full moon. Ever. Do you understand?" Bulma explained.

Pan blinked, not understanding why her mother-in-law would say something like that, but nodded her head in agreement.

"Okay," interrupted Chi-chi, "what's her name going to be?"

The couple looked at each other. They hadn't thought of any names for a girl. They both agreed to name her after a food to keep with the Son tradition. But what kind of food? Pan looked around at the room she was in. She looked down at her plate of hospital food. They didn't give her much, just some seeds, and a sandwich on buns.

"Goma, Son Goma,"she said after looking at the sesame seed bun.

Sorry I didn't do any author notes in the last chapter, I forgot to even do a second draft, because it was eleven by the time I put that story up, and I couldn't sleep knowing it wasn't finished. If there are any double a's, I'm sorry. My computer has a weird glitch and does that all the time. Next time I'm jumping ahead, unless I get a bunch of people protesting it so Thanks for reading!