It had been nearly 3 months since Trunks and Miki returned to Earth. Gohan was living with them, and Piccolo and Denda lived on Kami's Lookout, where they could keep a close eye on Vegeta and the world. He seemed to have changed but Piccolo wasn't about to let his guard down.

The Saiyan men seemed to spend every waking hour, training, fighting, and sparing. Male bonding Bulma called it. Bulma was off in her lab; building, creating, inventing, remaking, and fixing blown up stuff. Everyone was always busy, except Miki. She had resigned from her position at Capsule Corp., given the rule that no employee should date a Breif. Miki found herself bored out of her mind. She had nothing to do and no one to do anything with. She was truly happy for Trunks and Bulma, but she began to feel a bit out of place. She had no extraordinary strength, no incredible brain power; she wasn't even that great of a cook. She was as average as anyone could get. She offered nothing to this super powered group.

Back when the Androids ransacked the Earth she at least has a purpose, a need. She was dumb enough to go out and face her chance to gather food for her people. This wasn't the first time she felt inferior to Trunks and his family, but this sure was one of the harder times to get over it. Not only was she comparing herself to Trunks, but now there were a couple other star players pushing her down the totem poll. Trunks wasn't making her feel unneeded, far from it. Each break he got he sought her out; he stayed with her every night, often leaving new bite marks. He was totally head over heels for her and her for him.

Miki sat in the garden listening to the sounds of the men fighting in the distance. She enjoyed their sounds, she felt safe but at the same time invigorated by them. Just the energy they put off brought chills to her body.

"You okay Miki?" Gohan asked walking up behind her sucking on an ice pop. Miki whipped around, startled from her day dream.

"GOHAN! You scarred me. Geez you'd think you'd be louder than a mouse." Miki laughed smiling up at the man. He was cute, quite attractive really, but not her type, her type had lighter hair and was the heir to a long forgotten thrown.

"Mind if I sit?" Gohan smiled. Miki nodded gesturing to the bench before of her. "We really haven't gotten the chance to talk and get to know each other. Odd isn't it. There is no threat but we still seem to find little time for our families." Gohan looked up to the sky.

"What do you mean?" Miki questioned, pulling the hem of her skirt down, not to seem indecent to him.

"Well, when I was a child my dad was always off training, when I was 4 and a half Piccolo took me to begin my training, I spent the next 8 years traveling space or training. My father was the same, he was either dead or training, or at one point traveling space too." Gohan laughed at the irony of his life. "Then when the Androids came, my father was already dead, all the Z members died shortly after, leaving me, Trunks and Bulma." He took a deep breath in "I really haven't talked about it, ever. I had life threatening events happening; I never had the chance to really grasp those events, until now." Gohan licked his melting icepop as he leaned back in his bench recalling the memories. "The Androids came to our house first, I was studying, and Mother was out in the garden. We were trying to get on with our lives after Dad's death. I could tell Mom was super hurt; she was having a hard time with it. The next think I knew she screamed, I found her in the garden, all her energy gone, and her heart ripped out." A tear welled up in Gohan's eye. "I did what I could, but I was easily defeated by the Androids. I fled to Capsule Corp, I knew Vegeta could help. He had become a Super Saiyan, and well frankly I had nowhere else to go. Once I got here the Z Gang raced after the Androids, who had, lucky not followed me, apparently Piccolo had intercepted their path, he saved me. Again." Tears began to flow freely from Gohan's eyes, Miki began to panic not sure what to do. Her instinct was to comfort him, and her instincts had never lead her in the wrong direction before. Miki slid over to Gohan's seat, wrapping her arms around the strong mans neck, resting her head upon his shoulder.

"Gohan?" Miki questioned softly as the man continued his story. He had to get it out, he had to tell it, his icepop now melting on the ground before him, with his head hung low.

"Bulma wouldn't let me leave, she forced me to stay with her and baby Trunks. She told me I couldn't do anything in my weakened state. You know, she was right. I couldn't do anything. I was so weak. One by one they all died, not all in the first day. I remember Bulma's face when she found out about Vegeta. Krillin and Yamcha had returned to help devise a plan with Bulma. She couldn't do anything. She collapsed on the floor, crumpled up into a ball, tears flowing from her with no end. I couldn't do anything for her. I was in just as much pain. I remember poor Trunks crying in his eyes out too, it was like he knew. He wasn't but a year old, but I'm sure he knew. Krillin and Yamcha stayed with us for a couple of days, defending us, protecting us. But, to no avail. They soon perished too."

Gohan, still weeping lifted his head and screamed at the sky. Miki was accustomed to these deep emotional outburst with Trunks, so it did not faze her when Gohan did the same.

"We began to live in the underground bunkers Dr. Briefs had installed years before, when Capsule Corp. was still young. This was our salvation, our lives. I would sneak out and get my ass kicked and then repeat it every couple of weeks. I would barely return alive, Bulma would scold me and hug me, bandage my wounds and then tell me never to do it again. Tell me how she couldn't lose me too." Gohan laughed at himself. "If only I had listened. This was our life for the next 13 years. You know. Then Trunks wanted to train, he wanted to learn, he wanted to help. Trunks wanted to make his father proud. I saw a lot of Vegeta determination in him. He'd never take 'no' as an answer, nothing was good enough. If 1,000 pushups didn't work he had to do 10,000. Then, well I'm sure you know the rest." His eyes blood shot from tears looked into Miki's bright green eyes that glistened in the light.

"I do." Miki nodded, pulling her hug tighter upon his shoulders. "Thank you, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have my Trunks." She kissed him on the cheek. A faint blush crossed Gohans' face. Miki seemed to have the ability to make these Saiyan men blush so easily.

"I'm sorry Miki; I shouldn't have let that all out on you. I just…You'd think all those years of death would have helped heal my wounds, but it seemed life once again brings pain." A small smirk crossed his lips.

"Are you unhappy we brought you back?" Miki questioned scornfully, releasing her arms from his shoulders, but remaining by his side.

"No. I'm happy to be alive again. In Other World there is something lacking, some kind of passion you can only get out of life. Maybe it is the knowledge that life is fleeting, or that it is always changing, I'm not sure but I'm happy to be back."

"Good! Now get up!" Miki stood, hands outstretched offering them to the young man. Gohan looked at her funny. "We are going on a trip!" Miki smiled as Gohan took her hands.

"A trip? Where too?" Gohan questioned.

Miki smiled her free spirited smile. "You'll just have to wait and see. Go get Trunks and Vegeta. I'll get Bulma and our bags. We'll leave to night. Shouldn't take anytime to get there if we all fly by Saiyan Air." Miki laughed so hard at her own line, it took a moment for Gohan to grasp her words but when he did he too nearly fell over laughing.

"Right then, Saiyan Air it is." Gohan winked as he dashed off to the two men sparing in the distance.

Miki smiled at herself, maybe the thing she was good at was listening, Trunks, Bulma, and now Gohan all had come to her to spill their guts, the only one who hadn't was Vegeta, and she was sure a cold day in hell would bring that about.

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Miki found Bulma in her lab, deep into a project. "Hey Bulma!" Miki screamed over the sound of roaring machines. Bulma heard a faint change in sound and lifted her head only to find Miki with 5 back packs on her shoulders.

"Oh! Hello Miki, going somewhere?" Bulma questioned with a goofy grin. She pulled her goggles from her eyes.

"Yes, we are. Now let's go." Miki smiled extending a back pack to Bulma.

"Um…what?" Bulma questioned taking the back pack from Miki. She recognized these bags. They were the emergency travel bags that each person had. Just in case they had to flee, each person had 3 changes of clothes, water, food, and magician, plus some other important times like shampoo, deodorant, tooth brush, etc. "What is going on Miki?" Bulma became frantic.

"I want to go on a trip; I want to show you all something." Miki smiled grabbing hold of Bulma's arm and dragging her out the door. She put up a small fight but gave in quite easily. She too wanted to get away; she had always loved excitement and travel. Upon exiting the door she found Gohan, Trunks and a very reluctant Vegeta standing before them.

"Here you go, mademoiselle." Gohan bowed extending his hands to the men to his side, as if he was presenting a queen with royal goods. Trunks eyed Gohan and Miki not totally sure what the two had going on.

"Um…Miki, what is going on? Gohan drug us from training, saying you had something very important to tell us. And I'm not utterly sure what he's doing right now." Trunks still eyeing his old friend totally confused.

Vegeta spit to the ground, "Pah, bowing to a commoner. How low. We are the Royal family." He scoffed at the two young dark haired people.

"We'll, I am part of this family, thank you Sir. Your son is a prince by birth right, right? So that makes me his princess, and Bulma your Queen right?" Miki demandingly questioned. Vegeta just eyed the young girl not totally sure how to argue that one. Yes, he could had brought up the fact that none of them were married, even by Saiyan standards, and that he really had no throne to ascend too, so the lineage died with him. Vegeta was the last to be born a prince, so technically Trunks was no more a Prince of Saiyan's than Vegeta was King of them.

"Just get on with it." Vegeta barked, as everyone tried to hold back their laughter. Vegeta crossed his arms and turned to the side.

"Alright, I guess I'll explain just a little bit. But I really want to keep it a secret. We are all going on a trip. For a couple days, just to get away from here to enjoy life. I mean you've all been dead, I'm sure you want to enjoy life a little right, before anything bad happens again." Miki smiled wrapping her arms around Trunks. "Please? I really want to go." She gave him her puppy dog eyes, biting her bottom lip a little.

"Well, I can't say no to that face." Trunks laughed kissing her on the forehead. "I'm in."

Miki squealed turning to Vegeta. "Well? What do you say? Please?" She was one of the only people in the world that didn't fear him, or even show him the respect he though he deserved, even Gohan and Trunks were still reluctant to treat him like a 'normal' person. They had the ability to defend themselves if he were to snap. Here, a mere human stood up to him, asked things of him, picked on him, and deep down cared for him. She had a strange love for the people who had either given life too or for her Trunks. It was as if they had done it just for her, known they had to keep Trunks alive for her. "Come on Vegeta!" Miki swayed "Please?"

"We'll, I'm going." Bulma butted in, knowing Vegeta needed a bit more to convince him to put his training aside. "I think it will be nice to get away from here. Beside, this is the world our son saved. Might as well show him off a little." Bulma winked at Trunks, he really hated when she pointed out that he was a hero. However, he no longer felt the weight of the world on his own shoulders. He had his father and best friend back, they wouldn't let him down.

Vegeta grumbled some sounds that sounded like 'ok'. Miki jumped him, hugging his side. "Thank you Vegeta! There is great food there. I promise."

"Food? Why didn't you say that before?" Gohan threw in there. "We would have left and hour ago." They all laughed. Food was one word Saiyan's couldn't turn down.

Miki doled out the bags quickly, as she gazed up at the sky searching the stars, which had just begun to break free from the light of day. "Ok there we go. Head toward that star." Miki pointed to the south east. "We'll be going…hmmm about 717 kilometers that way. Miki said as she wrapped her arms around Trunks. Everyone looked at her a bit confused.

"We'll be going by Saiyan Air, by the way." Gohan added in there with a laugh, turning and smiling at Miki.

"Oh, in the case." Bulma smiled swaying her hips over to Vegeta, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly. "Let's get going then." She kissed him sweetly on the lips. Vegeta grumbled again taking off into the air, Gohan quick to follow.

"Miki, where are we going?" Trunks asked softly looking into her green eyes. "I want to show you my past." Trunks gave a weak smile as he took to the air.