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Chapter 3: Much needed explaining

It was so softly said that Videl almost missed it. Pan, Trunks, Goten and Bra were shocked. Why would anyone go into the past, and was it really even possible? Even though Cell's short lived reign ended about fifteen years before, none of the four knew of the Trunks that had come back into the past to aid in saving them. Videl remembered hearing things that Gohan told her about fighting Cell and Seventeen and Eighteen. But never anything about time travel.

Their parents on the other hand, had red flags raised immediately. "What time line are you from?" Gohan blurted before anyone else could. Remembering everything that happened all those years before. Bulma caught eyesight in between the two and knew that he was right, this is trouble.

"Do you guys remember when Cell was around. A-and how two people came back to save Goku from the heart virus?" She stuttered. The adults nodded their heads, leaving the four teens and Videl out of the loop.

Nerves were already beginning to fray at this sensitive situation. One little slip up, and Mai's entire plan could be thrown into chaos. Someone coughed, clearing their throat and bringing the petite woman back to her own mind. "I am from the very same time in which they originated." The living room of Capsule Corp. was dead silent as the news sank in.

Silence ensued for what seemed like forever before Pan spoke up. Still in her school uniform, even hours after they had released. "For some years now, I have had these." She paused, trying to find the right word. "Visions. And today, it was of a desolate, broken down West City. I saw a young woman yelling downstairs of a demolished Capsule Corp." Another pause. "Was that of your time?"

Ears perked up at the imagery. 'It sure sounds like home.' Thought Mai, twisting the end of her long hair within her fingers. "It is very possible that you saw my home. Though I really wish you hadn't. There are many different time lines, maybe an infinite amount. But I'm not sure how many have had my type of outcome." Again, the room was quite as they sorted through the information.

Vegeta soon entered back into the room, His acute Saiyan hearing picking up everything said before. "How far into the future are you? What's your age, and where are your parents?" He grumbled. An odd feeling rose in the pit of her stomach, did he know one hundred percent of her secret? She shouldn't have been surprised, the Sayian prince was a pretty smart man, a tactical genius as well.

"Time influx is different between time lines. Its been fifteen years here, but eighteen to nineteen in mine. Which means im about twenty one, as for my parents, they can't come back. Both are dead, and have been for some time." She explained. Suddenly everyone felt bad, for giving her a bit of a hard time.

The last bit of her explanation came quickly. It pained her to say it, because of her close relationship with her parents. Back home in her time, all she had left was her Grams.

Vegeta chuckled darkly, and was rewarded with a slap in the arm from his wife. "And just what are you laughing at mister?" She screeched.

He continued to laugh until he caught his breath, arms crossing back over his chest like always. "So those two did end up getting themselves killed. Always knew they were reckless."

Anger began welling up inside of her as he said that. "Never speak ill of the dead, old man." She said harshly in the old Sayian language.

Hours passed as everyone continued their conversations. Bulma and Bra ran down to the lab with their new friend to talk about the priceless, though beat up piece of technology used to travel.

As the days went by, little bits of information surfaced about the onyx haired woman. "So by the looks of that tail, you're Sayian. But how much is the question." The abrupt upbringing of the topic one day by Trunks, startled her a little. Her tail loosened some as the pair of electric blue eyes fell to the green grass of the abandoned training field.

"Only hal-."

Screams erupted from the southern edge as Pan collapsed, holding her head in pain.

With all caution thrown to the wind, Trunks jumped up and flew fast to the pain filled Son. "Panna!" He yelled for her.

With a rip, her conscious mind shut off. Pan had cut ties with the outside world as her vision turned like a movie reel.

A man in Saiyan armor looked into the room in which a baby lie, suckling lightly on his thumb. "Kakarot." The man said, looking at the name plate on the cradle that held him. "Well, see ya kid." Then suddenly, the movie skips forward to the man wiping the blood of his fallen comrades, and tying the soaked rag upon his forehead. Getting ready to attack their killer in a blind rage it stops.

Goten and Bra helped to carry in both Pan and Trunks. After Pan entered the vision, Trunks entered a kind of sleep state. Bulma explained to Gohan and Videl, who stayed over while their house was being fumigated. The two other teens left the room, claiming they were too hungry to stay. Once again, Vegeta waltzed right in with an explanation.

"Ever since Kakarot's brat began having these visions, I have thought of an old legend passed through my family for generations. It is said that every one hundred twenty years, a Visionary is born." He began explaining. Both Goten and Bra came back in munching on their triple chocolate chip cookies, courtesy of grandma Bunny. While Gohan, Videl and Bulma listened very intently.

"When a Visionary is born, usually the one they are meant to be with in the future, will be born after them. If they are strongly bound together, then they enter the vision at the same time. I never had fathomed that it would be those two." Vegeta concluded.

Bulma soon went to typing on the computer with both teens vital stats, making a mental note to talk to her husband. "Mom, Dad." Trunks said waking up, voice hoarse from dehydration. He opened his eyes looking around the med wing he knew so well. It was there, high up into the rafters he caught sight of Mai sleeping. Videl looked up rolling her eyes.

"Are you going to come down from there?" she asked standing from her chair, straightening her skirt.

"Don't wanna." The sleepy demi-Saiyan mumbled.

'Thats real mature.' thought Bra. her expression was the same as her mother's in situations such as this... Annoyed.

"Brat. Are you going to tell us why you've come back?" Vegeta looked up into the support beams. Arms crossed, as a scowl graced his lips once again.

"In due time." Was all that was said. It was said in a smooth, calming voice as she added, "my parents never told me about the legend. I don't think they even knew about it." Mai swung one leg over the side of the I beam, bracing to jump.

Videl cocked her head to the side confused. "Why can't you?" She asked.

"Panna." Trunks whispered. He felt a shiver in his spine as her ki jumped with her growing consciousness.

The room grew quite as a whisper escaped Mai. "Because she's waking up."

Pan's eyes opened slowly, taking in her new surroundings. The last thing she saw was Trunks worried face, as she collapsed into oblivion. The monitors beeped consistently as they measured her vital signs. Bulma urged her to lie back down, she wasn't back to her normal self.

"Is it really possible for me to see about fourty years into the past?" The older Saiyan just nodded.

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