Hello everyone! This is my first story as you'll sure notice. I was reading Dragonball stories one day and inspiration hit me. So I thought to come up with something slightly different. The first chapter might be a little short but I didn't want to mix 2 different timelines in the same chapter. So this is more of an introduction. I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did when writing it (still writing ;)

Please review! I would really appreciate it :D Love you all!

Disclaimer: I DON'T own DB, DBZ or DBGT. If I did, there would be a Saiyan prince in my bed and not on Bulma's… ;) :P So don't sue me

Chapter One: HOPE

Her life would never be the same again.

Bulma Briefs, goddess of beauty and intelligence on planet Earth was standing on the front lawn of her house (or what was left, that is). She was checking everything again, for what was the hundredth time that day; she couldn't afford making any mistakes. Two different timelines were counting on her, the past and the present. She replayed on her mind again the day when everything she owned and loved crumbles in front of her in the blink of an eye.

~ FLASHBACK ~

He was sitting at the edge of their bed, his back on her. For the first time in all of their months together he didn't think of their relationship as pure sex and nothing else. Better say, it was the first time he was admitting to himself that the woman had changed him, that he actually cared about the brat a lot. Baby Trunks was 6 months old, somewhat unaware of what was happening around him. He had never held his son, not because he didn't love him but because he wasn't used to showing any kind of affection. But last night, he made the woman his queen, letting her know that no mater what, he would always love her.

"Don't go" she whispered behind him. Bulma didn't want to let him go. She just wanted to hold him close to her for all eternity, feel his touch and his breath on her skin, smelling his scent 24/7. But her lover was no common human being. He was the prince to an alien race, he was a warrior and as such he was a free spirit. Vegeta said nothing. He was just staring at her and black met bright blue. "I have to." he said "I cannot let some stupid toasters win. Don't look at me like that, it has nothing to go with pride. You know I'm not one to back down from a fight. Deal with it." And with that he got up and started heading towards the door of their bedroom. He stood there one last time, his back on Bulma and took a deep breath. "Consider it a gift woman."

She stared at him, completely clueless of what she could consider a gift from him but decided to think about it later. It was now or never… "I love you" she said.

"Don't." he whispered and without looking back he left.

~ END OF FLASHBACK ~

Closing the door of the bedroom he headed next door. He opened it and found himself in a bright blue baby room. At his right was a crib, a baby sleeping peacefully inside it. His son, his legacy. He had never held him once, and he suddenly had the feeling he would never have the chance of holding him. Vegeta took Trunks in his arms, turned off the baby monitor and started thinking of what he could say to a sleeping 6 month old boy. Then it naturally came, without even thinking the words:

"Take good care of your mother brat. She'll need you. Take good care of everyone, train with Gohan and never doubt his word. I don't hate you, it's just that I don't think you're safe with me being around. But I promise I'll do my very best to try and defeat the Androids. Then who knows, maybe there's still a hope around somewhere for me and Bulma." And with that, he put his son back in his crib, turned on the baby monitor and left.

He was flying above West City trying to find the Androids. It was a gift, from him to her, the only one that made him feel something other than just hatred towards the world.

Bulma hugged his pillow tight, his scent filling her lungs was an aphrodisiac. With that, she fell asleep.

Vegeta was lying on the dirt. He coughed blood and felt his last energy slip away. The prince was dead. Miles away from him, a little baby shot his eyes wide open, bright blue showing fear and hurt. The most natural thing that he felt like doing was crying. But it was far from his usual one that let his mother know he was awake. No this time his cry was a desperate one, more like a loud mourn. He could feel it in his young heart. He could feel the pain.

As she got down from the ladder she catched glimpse of a pair of teenagers coming out of her house. The boy had short lavender hair and blue eyes. His facial features were sharp and his skin was olive: Trunks. Her 17 year old son with Vegeta. Next to him was a tall and slender, azure haired girl, showing no more than 16. She had the same eyes that the boy had, only her features were smoother: Bra… vegeta's gift to her years ago, the day he died. She was the carbon copy og her mother, inheriting both her beauty and intelligence but her personality was that of a certain prince and she was extremely proud of everything that had to do with him. They were going back in time, warning everyone of the threat that had shattered their world to pieces.

"Kids, you just be careful okay?"

"Sure thing mom" said Bra. "you know us, little innocent angels doing nothing wrong. Besides it's you who should be careful."

"You know me hun." replied Bulma

"Of course we do mother, that's why we worry" said Trunks giving her a worried look.

Bulma stared at both of them. They were everything she had left and just the thought of losing them was enough to drive her crazy. When Gohan had brought Vegeta home dead years ago she had cried helplessly hugging his corpse, refusing to do anything for entire days, even taking care of her infant son. Then one day, sleep and food deprived, she had found out she was pregnant. That's what made her snap out of depression. If she did lose her babies too, she would starve herself again, only this time to death. And there would be none left to stop her

As she hugged them both she realized that they weren't babies anymore. Her daughter was practically a woman, with the maturity of a 25 year old trapped in the body of a teenager. Her son was a handsome young man with the breathtaking features of his father.

"Have a nice trip!" she wished them and in a flash of light, the time machine disappeared.