A/N: Sorry this took a bit longer than my other chapters. It was my birthday this week, so I was a little preoccupied.

Special thanks to kitsunelover300. I fixed my math in chapter three.

And thanks to all my other reviewers, I was amazed when after posting chapter three my reviews doubled! It makes me eager to get to work on new chapters.

It was hard for Gohan not to stare at his older counterpart. After everything Mommy and Daddy had said about him Gohan wasn't afraid or anything. And the big Gohan seemed real nice a lot of the time, he acted silly like Daddy, especially when they were around Mommy. But sometimes, when everyone else stopped looking, the other Gohan seemed different.

Not like mean... but sometimes he looked real angry. And sometimes he just looked real sad.

They were all going to start training soon, but the big Gohan wanted to talk to Bulma about getting a gravity room before they started. He was sure it would make a big difference, and help them get stronger much faster. He wanted to have everyone as strong as possible before the androids came.

"You should just call her Dad. She'll make it for you if you ask." The older Gohan was in the living room talking to Daddy.

"I guess. I don't really like phones though. I can just go in person."

"Vegeta will give you trouble."

"Yeah, but he should find out about the androids too, so he'll train real hard with us."

"Maybe Bulma would tell him."

"You want to tell Bulma about the androids and your future world on the phone? I think Chichi said bad news on the phone is rude."

"Yeah, I guess..."

"I still want to go." Trunks stood up from the couch. "Let me go Gohan, you were going to before. And now I need to even more."

"Trunks, it will be harder now."

"I don't care! I'm going!" Trunks was shouting now.

Gohan wasn't sure he liked Trunks. He never seemed to be in a good mood.

"Let me come with you then." The big Gohan was staying calm while he talked. But he was serious. He had the look Daddy got whenever a big fight was about to start. That made Trunks seem even scarier. If he was such a good guy, why would big Gohan have to be so serious when he talked?

"I don't need you to. I won't be gone long Gohan. Just... let me do this without hovering over me. I need to seed both of them now." Trunks calmed down a little now. That was good. If they started fighting in the house Mommy would get really, really mad.

"Okay. Go ahead. Just... ya' know?"

"Yeah, I know Gohan. I'll be back in a couple hours. If I know my... Well, Bulma will be sure to have a gravity room ready for us in a few days if we ask now."

"Are you really sure she'll believe you on your own? The story we're telling is hard for anyone to believe, especially coming from a stranger. She can't read your ki to know you're being honest or anything."

"Gohan, let up already!"

Old Gohan sighed. He looked really annoyed. Like when you ask too many questions.

"Okay, I know you don't want me to go, and Dad will put Vegeta in a worse than normal moon. Maybe you can take MiniMe."

They both turned to look at Gohan. "I'll go if one of you ask Mom... I finished my school work for today, so she might say yes." His school work had been cut way back today, and Mom had even said it would stay that light for the next three years while they trained for the androids. The fight would be scary, but he did not mind doing less school work. He didn't need to review the material nearly as much as Mommy seemed to think he did. He spent most of his study time day dreaming anyway.

"Fine. If that's what it takes."

"I'll talk to Mom." Older Gohan went outside-Mom is doing the laundry out there.

Gohan walked over to Trunks and smiled. "It'll be be nice to go to Capsule. Bulma's mom always has fresh cookies, she'll let you have as many as you want."

"Oh... Yeah. Are they any good?"

"Didn't you ever have any of her cookies? She was your grandma, wasn't she?"

Trunks looked at him sharply. "What would make you say that?"

"It's not hard to figure out." He shrugged.

"You can't say anything to them."

"I won't, I promise. I don't think they'll notice. Daddy didn't figure it out, and he's known Bulma the longest. Gohan smiled. "I wouldn't try to keep you from being born Trunks."

"Uh, thanks..."

"I'm sorry you can't go home Trunks."

... "Thank you Gohan. You know it could be really weird being friends with two of you."

He smiled big. Trunks didn't seem scary anymore. "Weird isn't bad. It can be really good. Everyone thinks it's weird I'm friends with Piccolo too."

Big Gohan came back in. "Mom says it's okay as long you're back in an hour. Too long a visit would seem a little suspicious anyway."

"Yeah, okay. We'll be back in an hour." Trunks walked outside and Gohan followed him.

Gohan waved to his mom before they took to the sky.

Flying was his new favorite thing. He almost never got to do it just because he wanted to. Learning how with Piccolo had been a painful experience, but once he got the hang of it, it was amazing. He knew what it was like to sail through the sky with his father on Nimbus, but that was different. Flying on your own power brought a sense of freedom that he could never really feel otherwise.

They made their way to Capsule in silence, it was easy to tell Trunks didn't want to keep talking. So Gohan complied. Besides, talking and flying at once could be bad. Sometimes you could accidentally eat a bug.

They landed in the yard at Bulma's together, and both cringed at the screaming their Saiyan hearing picked up so well from inside.

"I am NOT getting you any more new clothes you ungrateful jerk, you never even thanked me for what I got you before!" Bulma's screams seemed even more high-pitched than usual.

"They were ridiculous Woman! You can't expect me to keep being seen in that ridiculous and pink excuse for clothing!"

Gohan looked at Trunks. "Maybe we should come back another day. They seem pretty worked up."

Trunks was staring at the building, and for a second, he seemed to consider the idea. "No. I get the feeling there'll never be a good time." Trunks hesitated before stopping at the front door, and knocked.

The harpy stopped mid-scream when she heard her house ding at them.

Vegeta let his senses reach out to see if he knew the intruders. Surely enough, Kakarot's brat was out there. His companion was foreign to him however. If the woman was surprised when he followed her to the front door, she didn't comment.

"Oh hi there Gohan. Who's your friend?"

"Oh, this is..." The boy trailed off, looking at the ridiculous looking teen to continue.

"You can call me Junior. Gohan came here with me so when I spoke with me, you'd be more likely to believe me..."

"Believe what?" The woman leaned in the doorway, blocking Vegeta from their view. A not so subtle way to tell him to back off.

"I'm here from the future. With Gohan, or, the Gohan of my time. We came here in a time machine you built so we could warn everyone, Vegeta included, about the androids that are coming."

"And why would I care about that?" Vegeta pushed past the woman to get outside, and crossed his arms with a smirk.

"They we're talking to you yet jerk!" The woman batted at the corner of his shoulder with a fist. He nearly laughed at her expression when it did her no good, but then she acted as though it didn't happen as she looked back to the boys. "I made a time machine. Oh, let me see it!"

"I can't," the boy called "Junior" replied, he was staring at the ground now. How annoying. "The time machine was set to explode after we got here, so we couldn't go home. The androids were destroying everything. All we can guess is that you didn't see a reason for us to come back."

"Why wouldn't I have come with you then?" The woman's question was quiet. That was a first.

"I couldn't say. You... She didn't tell us what she was going to do. We didn't know we were stuck until we were already here."

"Get to the androids boy." Vegeta snapped at him, getting the boy's attention.

"They attack three years from now. In my time, they killed nearly everyone. You died in the first attack. Gohan was the only one to survive."

Vegeta stared at Kakarot's brat, and felt a small satisfaction as the boy stared back at him frightfully. "Is that so?"

"He thinks they decided it would be fun to mess with him since he was just a kid. He became strong though. He's a Super Saiyan."

That made Vegeta stop.

The brat became a legendary? Unacceptable!

"Everyone needs to train so we can change things," The boy continued, "Between the extra training and having me and Gohan, the older Gohan, we'll crush them. You could push yourself Vegeta, and help us beat them."

"I don't intend to leave this world before I defeat Kakarot. I will fight them." He would ascend. He would crush the toasters and he would destroy Kakarot.

"Do you guys want to come in for a snack? I want you to tell me all about future me." The woman was ushering the boys inside, eager for the most ridiculous kind of gossip she could get.

He stood alone outside for a moment when she closed the door on him as she lead her guests inside.

He smirked. The woman was entirely annoying, but she didn't back down from him. She didn't even hesitate to throw the first metaphorical punch. It was fun to play these little games with her. And it seemed now that he would be here to stay for the next three years while he trained.

He turned to the gravity room, his focus turning to himself again.

There were now two Super Saiyans on this planet, and Vegeta was not one of them. This needed to be corrected.