I wanted to give you two chapters today, because I'm in a good mood. :) Please remember to leave a review, and if it didn't pick up enough for you this chapter... it will soon, promise.

vision

"speech"

'thought'

"bond"

Chapter 1: The Arrival

Three years had passed since that day, and they haven't stopped. It only seemed to get worse as the years went by. At first they seemed just like nightmares, because Pan would wake up screaming in terror before they developed into tears. But lately, the visions didn't seem to occur just at night, but during the day just in plain sight.

Her eyes became distant as her body slowly crumpled to the ground. It hurt to breathe, which meant it was going to be a long one. "Pan!" Marron exclaimed. She had known about her nightmare since the first, but it never ceased to scare her. She ran to her friend to see if she was okay.

Being in the middle of the high school parking lot made everything even worse. But none of that registered in Pan's mind as her eyes clouded over. All she could see know, was eminent darkness.

The darkness opened up into city, very similar to West City. She thought. It felt like it was a baron waste land. There was no-one there. No people shopping, or working. No children clinging to their mother's hands. There was a foul smell in the air, and it felt thick, toxic. It was getting harder for her to breathe within this new world. Pan began to walk, and came across a building that struck a nerve inside of her.

Most of it was reduced to rubble, but there was still a small part she could make out. The sign on the building was oh so normal to her, that she almost missed it. Only three letters remained as it said, "Cap." No! It couldn't be the same place, it just isn't possible! But there it was. A ruined Capsule Corp, resting on what looked like abandoned grounds.

Then suddenly, the air lock doors open up to a young woman yelling back down, "Grams I'm going out." Who was this girl? And more importantly, who was living in Capsule Corp? It couldn't be Bulma. And just how many years into the future is this? Questions began to bombard her mind as the darkness consumed her once more.

Soon she felt herself jolted by her friends and Goten yelling for her to come back. Her onyx eyes had retained its clarity as she attempted to stand back up. When her legs fell, she was caught by a pair of strong, and trusting arms. Yet again, Trunks saved the day. Pan smiled as she struggled to keep her breathing stable. "Why don't we all go home and have you explain this one, shall we?" She nodded.

"I have to warn them Grams." She whispered. "It just can't happen, I'd never be able to live with myself." The older woman smiled as she kissed her forehead. "You have grown up so much. You're just like your father, you know he'd be so proud of how his little girl is now." She tried to not let tears fall over the death of her only child, but failed. Every time she looked into the eyes of her granddaughter, she saw the same determination he held many years before.

The two sat at the table to work out the kinks of a risky travel mission. "Work out a plan, dear. And make a list of necessities." The young traveler prepared an even bigger bag for the trip. Emptying the contents of her childhood, she packed them neatly into the other bag. Now was the important part, getting the most important machinery to work, after almost twenty long years.

Goku sat back in the chair, with a finger on his chin thinking. "What do you think it means?" His daughter shrugged her shoulders.

"Everything I have ever had a nightmare -or vision of- has come true in one form or another." At first, she began to question of her sanity, because it just never seemed possible. A dystopic society nobody wanted to pick up the pieces to. The ground beneath her feet stained with blood, the air toxic with the odor of death.

The room was quiet while everyone tried to think that future though. Then Bulma piped up with another question. "You say most of West City was deserted, right?" Pan nodded as she continued. "But Capsule Corp was still semi-standing."

Vegeta was visibly irritated, arms crossed over his chest. "Woman, will you get to the point already!?" She slapped him upside his head to shut him up, earning a chuckle from their little girl. "What I'm actually trying to say, is maybe it's not this time line you're seeing, Pan."

A quick "What are you-" escaped Gohan before he understood. "This is trouble, I just know it." He mumbled under his breath.

After a few hours of blood, sweat and tears, the time machine was finally back up and running. "I'll admit it's not nearly the polished technology it was back then. But with what we were left with, I'd say it works like a charm." The genius said. Her medium length hair tied tightly with one strand in her face. She was pulled into a hug by the little girl, "I'll miss you."

She laughed and retorted, "you won't be gone that long." One final laugh was shared before the young woman grabbed her bag, and jumped into the machine. The destination already punched in, all she needed to do was push the button. A sigh passed by her lips as she closed her eyes and breathed, 'here goes nothing.' Pushing the large, red button on the control panel.

A shudder involuntarily ran though Trunks' spine as he felt a strange ki appear suddenly out of nowhere. It was not a strong as his, but definitely worth noting. "Panna?" She heard through the bond. She turned her head toward him in acknowledgment. "Me and Goten are going to check out something, okay?" She became confused by what he meant, and was going to ask why, but was cut off by he and Goten leaving the room.

"Who is it, Trunks?" Goten asked over the wind in his ears.

"Whoever it is, we're about to find out." He responded. This person was on a hunt it seemed like, and they knew exactly where they were going. Two minutes later, the two half Saiyans were met by a tall, long dark haired woman in a Capsule Corp sweatshirt. The woman looked as if she had seen a ghost, letting her guard down, as well as her tail. The shock almost made her forget how to fly, as she began her decent down about thirty feet.