Hey guys! I'm honestly happy with how the first chapter came out, I personally would give it an 8/10.

I'm kind of a perfectionist, and I believe that the journey is almost always better than the destination (unless, obviously, you're going to McDonald's), so I plan on deviating from certain parts of the story so that there's a bigger sense of adventure and the world feels more

Just to make things easier, thoughts are almost always going to be in bold, if you see a thought thats not in bold thats just because i forgot

Anyways, enjoy the chapter:)


"Britannia?"

Gohan repeated, his voice barely more than a whisper. The unfamiliar name echoed in his mind, each syllable intensifying his confusion. Britannia? I've never heard of this place before.

For as long as he could remember, his mother, Chi-Chi, had drilled the importance of academics into him. While her methods were rigorous, Chi-Chi had done everything she could to support his lifelong goal of becoming a great scholar. She had insisted that he memorize all known regions on Earth, making sure he knew the names, locations, and histories of each one. Gohan remembered hours spent poring over maps and geography books under her watchful eye, seeing her face shift from stern concentration to a rare, proud smile when he recited them back perfectly.

But no matter how much he searched his memory, he could not find a single trace of this place called Britannia. This place isn't on any world map, I'm sure of it, he thought, a cold knot forming in his stomach. The world he knew had no unknown corners or hidden regions—his mother had made certain of that. Chi-Chi had once told him, "To understand the world is the first step toward understanding anything else." Her words echoed in his mind, sharpening his growing sense of displacement.

A wave of anxiety rippled through him as he grappled with the impossible thought: How could I be somewhere that doesn't exist? It felt as though the ground beneath him was shifting, his sense of reality slipping away. It wasn't just that he was lost; he was somewhere that by all accounts should be impossible.

Diane continued watching Gohan with wide, curious eyes, her mouth forming an "O" as she tried to figure him out. What's he thinking about? she wondered, her brow furrowing slightly. He looked so serious, his gaze distant and intense as if he were searching for something far beyond the cave walls. The longer he sat there, lost in thought, the more Diane's curiosity grew.

Why does he look so serious? she thought, tilting her head to the side, her purple eyes fixed on him. Occasionally, she'd break her gaze to reach down and grab another piece of the roasted pig she'd prepared. She took slow, delighted bites, savoring the taste with each mouthful, but her attention kept drifting back to her mysterious new friend.

Between bites, she noticed the subtle shifts in Gohan's expression—the way his brows knitted together in concentration, the flicker of anxiety that crossed his face. Diane chewed thoughtfully, her gaze never straying far from him.

Where did the blast send me? Gohan thought, his mind racing. Am I on another planet? That's impossible, he concluded. The fruits and pigs he had eaten looked, smelled, and tasted exactly like the ones back home. Even Diane looked human, just bigger. But then again, Saiyans also looked exactly like humans-minus the monkey tail-despite being aliens from a distant planet

Could he have been sent to the distant past? That thought felt ridiculous; Diane was speaking the exact same language as him, her words flowing effortlessly in a way that suggested familiarity rather than ancient history. What about the distant future? It could be, but he couldn't be certain. He expected the future to be a little more sciency and futuristic, filled with advanced technology and strange customs.

That left him with another option: a parallel universe. It was a subject that had once fascinated him. Ever since he learned that Trunks, the once-mysterious time traveler, not only came from the future but also from another timeline, Gohan had been eager to explore the concept. But the memory of Trunks brought a wave of sorrow crashing down on him. Cell had killed him with a death beam after he came back from his kamikaze explosion. Trunks had been brave, strong and a good friend, and the thought of his loss weighed heavily on Gohan's heart.

Before he could delve deeper into that painful memory, he shook his head, forcing himself to think about the rest of the Z Fighters. If I'm here, how will they find me? An unsettling wave of anxiety washed over him as he considered how isolated he might be.

Gohan's thoughts spiraled with anxiety until he was pulled back to reality by Diane's gentle voice. "Hey, are you okay?"

He looked up at her, forcing a kind smile despite the storm of emotions within him. "Yes, I am. I was just thinking about something."

"Oh, sorry to interrupt you," she said closing her eyes and putting a hand on the back of her head, her tone genuine, showing she genuinely cared about his thoughts.

"No problem," he reassured her, grateful for her concern.

Diane glanced outside, her purple eyes sparkling with curiosity as she took in the sights beyond the cave. Then, she turned back to him smiling, she leaned down until her face was just inches from his. Gohan's heart raced at the sudden closeness, a blush creeping across his cheeks.

"Hey, sorry I haven't asked yet, but what's your name?" she inquired, her voice soft and inviting.

Initially startled, Gohan took a moment to compose himself before responding, "I'm Son Gohan, but you can just call me Gohan."

"Nice to meet you, Gohan!" Diane smiled brightly. "I'm Diane."

Gohan couldn't help but smile back, recalling that she had already introduced herself. He decided to play along, extending a shaky hand despite the pain in his body. "Pleasure to meet you, Diane."

Diane gently grasped his hand between her index finger and thumb, shaking it with a warmth that made him feel a bit more at ease.

"Well, Gohan, I'm going outside to train my magic for a bit," she said, her enthusiasm infectious.

Gohan nodded, watching as she stood up, her towering figure casting a shadow over him before she stepped outside. Once alone, he felt a wave of calm wash over him, and he began to close his eyes, reflecting on their conversation. "What a nice gir—"

Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide, a few drops of sweat beading on his forehead. "DID SHE SAY MAGIC?"

As the days turned into weeks, time passed in a gentle rhythm within the cave. Gohan found himself adjusting to this new reality, though the uncertainty of his situation lingered in the back of his mind.

For the better part of two weeks, Gohan remained unable to get up, his injuries keeping him confined to his spot. Each day was filled with a mixture of listening to Diane's training, meditating, eating, and sharing laughter.

Diane was a constant presence, her laughter and enthusiasm often filling the air. Each morning, she would venture outside to practice her magic, focusing on summoning her two golems, Loin and Fillet. Gohan couldn't see the exact details of her training from the way he was positioned in the cave, but he could hear her shouts of encouragement, triumphant cheers, and occasional protests as she tried to get the spell just right.

"Come on, Loin! Fillet! You can do this!" she called, her voice echoing against the cave walls. "Just a little more… Yes! No, wait! Not like that!"

Gohan chuckled to himself, imagining the chaos outside as Diane attempted to control her magic. The sounds of clattering rocks and bursts of energy reached him, igniting his curiosity about her abilities. He often closed his eyes, listening intently to the rhythm of her practice, which provided a strange comfort amidst his own struggles.

In the afternoons, Diane would return to the cave, sweaty and exhilarated, and they would share meals of roasted pigs and vibrant fruits. Gohan would try to sit up as best he could, enjoying the fresh flavors she brought back.

"Try this one!" Diane encouraged one day, offering him a ripe red fruit with a glistening skin. "It's my favorite!"

Gohan hesitated before taking a bite. The sweetness burst in his mouth, and he grinned. "This is amazing! You have great taste in food!"

Throughout the day, he engaged in meditation to help him cope with the pain and to center his thoughts. He focused on his breathing, trying to find some inner peace while grappling with the uncertainty of his situation. Occasionally, he would even sense the faint traces of his Ki, though it felt distant and muted compared to his usual power.

Their laughter became a comforting backdrop to Gohan's days, easing the heaviness in his heart. Despite his injuries, he started to feel a sense of camaraderie with Diane. Together, they would engage in playful banter, and he even found himself enjoying her company in ways he hadn't anticipated.

But as the nights grew longer and the stars twinkled overhead, Gohan's thoughts often drifted back to his friends. What were they doing? Were they searching for him? He wondered if they could sense his absence, but the uncertainty only deepened his anxiety.

Despite his fears, he found comfort in Diane's friendship. With each passing day, he began to feel more at home in this strange place, even as questions about how he had arrived here loomed larger than ever.

After roughly two weeks, Diane was in the middle of her "training"—more like playing—with her two golems, when she noticed movement by the cave entrance. She looked over and, to her delight, saw Gohan standing at the opening, a soft smile on his face.

"I've been wondering what those two looked like," he said, his eyes on the golems.

Diane brightened instantly. "Gohan! You're finally standing!" she beamed, rushing over to him. Her massive steps closed the distance quickly, and she crouched down to get a closer look. "Wow, it's strange to see you like this," she said, taking in his form with a mixture of curiosity and excitement.

Gohan flashed a classic Son-family smirk. "Feels great to finally stretch!" He lifted his arms, rolling his shoulders and stretching his legs, as Diane watched intently, her head tilted in fascination.

As he twisted to one side, Diane's eyes suddenly caught something behind him, and she tilted her head further in curiosity. "Hey, Gohan, what's that furry thing behind you?" she asked, pointing.

"Furry thing?" Gohan repeated, puzzled. He turned around, then looked down and froze, his eyes wide. "GAHH! My tail is back!"

Diane's eyes sparkled as she took in the sight. "Your tail? So humans normally have tails? That's so cool!" she said with genuine awe.

"Not all of them," Gohan said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Only some, actually." He looked down at his tail again. "Man, it's gonna be a pain to remove it… it must've grown back while I was lying down."

Diane gasped, taken aback. "R-remove it?" She fidgeted with her hair, glancing up before pursing her lips. "But… I think it's cute," she added softly.

Gohan blinked, a light blush coloring his cheeks. "C-cute?" He looked at the tail again, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I guess… I have missed it a little." Turning back to Diane, he grinned brightly. "Alright, I'll keep it."

Diane's face lit up with a warm smile as she laughed in delight. Watching her, Gohan thought to himself with a chuckle, I'll just have to be careful not to look directly at a full moon.


MEANWHILE IN THE DBZ WORLD

At the Lookout, the Z Fighters waited in heavy silence, each grappling with the unsettling mystery of Gohan's sudden disappearance. It had been an hour and a half since they summoned Shenron, desperate for answers or even the slightest hint of Gohan's whereabouts, as well as to restore the lives lost in the battle against Cell.

Yamcha paced back and forth, his fists clenched and his expression tense as he struggled to contain his worry. His usual lightheartedness was replaced by a seriousness that showed how deeply he was affected. Nearby, Krillin sat cross-legged, his head hanging low, occasionally glancing up at the others with an anxious, uncertain gaze.

Tien stood quietly off to the side, his arms crossed, his face set in a serious expression as he watched the horizon, processing the weight of the situation in his own stoic way. Beside him, Vegeta leaned against a pillar, his face shadowed by a deep scowl. Though he appeared detached, his clenched fists and the occasional twitch in his jaw betrayed his frustration. The weight of Gohan's disappearance—and his own failure to protect the boy—gnawed at him, even if he wouldn't admit it.

Trunks sat close to Krillin, his gaze downcast, reflecting the mixture of worry and guilt that weighed heavily on him. He hadn't known this version of Gohan for long, but the young warrior's bravery had left a lasting impression that reminded him of his late master, and the loss struck deeper than he expected. Every now and then, Trunks would glance at Krillin, who sat cross-legged with a pensive frown, both of them sharing an unspoken concern for their missing friend.

At the far edge of the Lookout, Piccolo stared out over the horizon, his mind turning over the events of their encounter with Shenron.

-Flashback-

After two relentless hours spent scouring every corner of the wastelands, forests, and mountains, Piccolo and the other Z Fighters could find no trace of Gohan. The young warrior had vanished without a single hint of his location. Exhausted and frustrated, yet bound by hope, the fighters eventually regrouped at Kami's lookout, their last beacon for a solution.

As they arrived, they were met by Dende and Mr. Popo, who stood at the edge of the platform, their expressions somber. Despite the Z Fighters' exhaustion, no words needed to be exchanged—the weight of what had occurred was etched into every face. Dende, though young, carried an understanding in his gaze, reflecting his knowledge of the battles and sacrifices that had brought them here. Mr. Popo, ever watchful and calm, placed a steadying hand on Dende's shoulder, offering silent support.

Dende and Mr. Popo already knew what had transpired in the battle with Cell and the disappearance of Gohan. They both understood that no amount of questioning would bring clarity, and so without a moment's delay, Dende gave a small nod to Piccolo, the two Namekians sharing a silent understanding. Turning to Mr. Popo, Dende quietly asked him to retrieve the Dragon Balls from within the lookout.

One by one, Mr. Popo carried the Dragon Balls from inside, placing each gleaming orb on the lookout's smooth, stone floor. Once all seven had been gathered, the Z Fighters could feel the tangible energy emanating from the mystical spheres. A gentle hum vibrated through the air, as though the Dragon Balls themselves were readying for what was to come.

As Piccolo stepped closer, his gaze hardened. He took a steady breath, knowing that summoning Shenron meant bearing the responsibility of wishes that could change everything—or, at the very least, give them the chance to find Gohan. He clenched his fists, focusing all his will on the task at hand, and with a commanding voice, he called out to the eternal dragon.

"Eternal Shenron, by your name I summon you forward!"

As Piccolo's voice echoed through the air, the Dragon Balls responded, glowing brighter as their energies began to converge. A radiant, golden light surged upward from the orbs, forming a pillar that shot into the heavens, illuminating the entire lookout.

The midday sky dimmed, creating a strange, twilight-like aura over the lookout. A charged silence fell over the area, thick with anticipation. From within the blinding column of light, a colossal figure began to take shape—a serpentine silhouette twisting and coiling as it rose, casting a massive shadow over the gathered Z Fighters.

Shenron, the Eternal Dragon, emerged, his shimmering green scales catching the glow of the golden light, giving him an otherworldly radiance. His body seemed endless, stretching across the dimmed horizon as he looked down at those who had summoned him. Each of his scales glinted like finely cut jade, reflecting shades of emerald and gold, giving his form a regal and timeless majesty.

The dragon's piercing red eyes opened, their intense, ruby glow sweeping over the warriors below. The sheer weight of his presence filled the air, making each Z Fighter acutely aware of the ancient power before them.

Shenron inclined his massive head in acknowledgment of his summoners. His voice, deep and resonant, rolled through the sky, carrying with it an undeniable power that seemed to make the very stones of the lookout hum with energy.

"You who have summoned me," Shenron intoned, his words echoing with a timeless authority. "State your wish, and I shall grant it."

Yamcha stepped forward, his voice steady as he spoke, "Shenron, please revive everyone who was killed by Cell!"

Without a word, Shenron's glowing red eyes flared even brighter, and an intense, powerful energy filled the air. Each of the Z Fighters could feel a sudden rush, as if millions of life forces were being restored all at once. The lookout was filled with a comforting warmth, and suddenly, a familiar ki signature flared close by. The time-traveling half-Saiyan warrior, Trunks, sat up, his eyes wide with confusion and surprise.

With a sigh of relief, Yamcha stepped back into the group, quickly approaching Trunks to explain what had transpired since his death. "Trunks, we summoned Shenron and used our first wish to bring back everyone Cell killed," he said, placing a reassuring hand on the young warrior's shoulder and proceeding to explain the disappearance of Gohan.

Not far from them, hidden behind a pillar, Android 18 watched intently. Her platinum blonde hair fell loosely over her shoulder, and her blue eyes observed the group with a glint of curiosity. Krillin had brought her to the lookout, right after Cell's defeat. Dende had healed her injuries, and, when she'd stood up to leave, Krillin had mustered up the courage to speak.

"Would you like to… go to dinner sometime?" he'd asked with an awkward but hopeful smile.

She had looked at him for a moment, surprised. A hint of a smile had crossed her lips before she turned away, leaping from the lookout and flying off into the distance. Still, as she left, she couldn't shake the unusual warmth she felt from his kind gesture.

Afterward, Krillin joined the other Z Fighters to help in the search for Gohan. Though he was unaware, 18 had followed him, watching from a distance, still drawn to this group and the kindness they had shown her. As the Z Fighters regrouped at the lookout to summon Shenron, she followed silently, taking up a hidden vantage point behind the pillar, listening to the events unfold.

Shenron's deep voice filled the air once more, "You may have one more wish."

The Z Fighters exchanged nods, knowing what their next wish would be. Since Goku had already been revived once with the Earth's Dragon Balls, they would need to go to Namek to revive him once again. Just as Piccolo opened his mouth to make the wish, a sudden voice rang down from the heavens, familiar and unmistakably cheerful.

"Hey, guys, sorry it took so long to contact you. King Yemma's line was the worst!" Goku's voice echoed from above.

"Goku?" Krillin called out, his face lighting up.

"Yeah, it's me! I'm here in heaven with King Kai," Goku replied, his tone as lively as ever.

Tien stepped forward, his expression a mixture of surprise and concern. "It's good to hear your voice, Goku, but… why did you stop us from wishing Gohan back?"

"Well, I did it because it's not gonna work," Goku explained, a hint of solemnity entering his usually carefree voice.

Piccolo's brows furrowed, frustration and worry flickering in his eyes. "It's not?" he asked, barely containing his irritation.

"Yeah, I know it won't work because I know what happened to Gohan—though, believe me, it confuses me just as much as it will you," Goku responded.

Piccolo's frustration bubbled over, and he shouted, "TELL US WHAT HAPPENED GOKU"

"Gohan... is in another Universe"

-FLASHBACK END-

Piccolo stood alone on the edge of the lookout, eyes closed, replaying the events of their encounter with Shenron and Goku's unexpected message. Goku's voice had echoed down from the Other World with a calm resolve, choosing not to return to Earth, a decision that left a silent weight over the Z Fighters.

Goku explained it was for the best—for both Earth and himself. He knew his presence on Earth seemed to draw powerful foes and danger to the planet time and time again. He wanted to break that cycle, hoping that with his absence, peace could finally find a lasting place there. This wasn't easy for him; he loved his family and friends dearly. But he also saw this as an opportunity, a chance to search for answers beyond Earth, to ask the higher powers of the afterlife what had truly transpired with Gohan's disappearance and Cell's defeat. Maybe, just maybe, the mysteries would be unravled.

With a deep breath, Piccolo opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as it fell upon a small hovering vehicle approaching from the horizon. The steady hum grew louder, carrying with it Bulma and the others, all coming to learn the truth of Goku's choice and Gohan's uncertain fate.

"This isn't going to be easy," he murmured with a sigh, feeling the gravity of the moment press down like a storm on the horizon.


Well here's the second chapter, I had anticipated for it to be done yesterday but i had a 3 hour exam and had to let my worries wash out with some Jäegermeister and loud music.

Anyways I'm actually really happy how this chapter turned out, I actually managed to make it exactly as long as I wanted. I will try to keep this amount of words per chapter.

Thanks so much to those who liked and followed the story, it gives me the will to continue writing this.

I will see you all again next chapter.