Okay, I'm really sorry that this chappie took so long to get posted! I'd like to say first and foremost that this is not the best of my chapters, but I'm limited on time so it will have to do. Thank you all reviewers. . . You are the sweetest people in the universe. Thank you Anna for your tip about the doc/html stuff. You're a life saver!

Anyway, onwards!

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It had taken Bulma a minute to recognize the boy/man in front of her. That cheery light was all but gone from his eyes and his face had lost some of its glowing exuberance. There was a solemnity in Gohan now. He was a boy/man who had experienced the pains of loss and was still suffering. Gohan was not a boy anymore. He had grown up to quickly. In an alternate dimension, if Chi Chi and Goku had lived, Gohan would be carefree, still a boy. The Son naivety had managed to carry Gohan through the death of his friends and mentor surrounding the trip to Namek, but the death of his father and sudden death of his mother was too much for the boy to bear. It had changed him utterly. Despite his physical appearance, this man was not Goku and Chi Chi's son. He was born of Goku and Chi Chi but the son of Suffering and Loneliness. Bulma could tell all this just by gazing into Gohan's eyes. One's eyes were, after all, the gate to one's soul. Bulma had seen this suffering and maturity in Gohan's eyes on the day of the funeral; but she had refused to believe that this bright and cheery little boy had truly morphed into a man. He had seen his father and his friends die, why would the death of one woman change him so? Because of this refusal to see what was in front of her, Bulma had misjudged Gohan's intentions and allowed him to escape. Now the old Gohan was gone. Totally and utterly. . . Wait. What was that floating in the corner of his eye? It glinted madly. . . Was it hope?

Yes! There was a little bit of the old Gohan still remaining! Now that Bulma knew what she was looking for, she found signs. The faint glint in his eye, the slight dimple in his cheek that suggested a smile, the lift in his eyebrows. . . Yes! Somehow Gohan had managed to retain some of his 'Sonliness', some of the spirit that Goku and Chi Chi had possessed.

Before she knew what was going on, Bulma found herself hugging Gohan and crying. She was crying more out of joy that Gohan was still, partially at least, himself than over the fact that he was back at last. She heard herself screaming at him, but knew, as the rest of the group surely did, that it was just because she was so glad to see him.

When Gohan introduced his younger brother, Bulma was shocked beyond belief. She had thought that her earlier vision of re-born Goku had been an illusion, and had not even seen the young boy standing beside Gohan.

He looked just like Goku.

Bulma heard herself say something, but could not remember what she had said. Visions flashed in Bulma's mind. Goku perking up at a dragonball sighting, his calm exterior as he battled in the World Tournament, the drool dripping unnoticed from the corner of Goku's face as he slept, the young boy impossibly speeding along on the Flying Nimbus, and Goku eating, and eating, and eating. . . She missed him and those days so much. . .

Bulma's tender moment was interrupted by Vegeta's abrupt question, "Can he fight?"

Bulma sweat-dropped and ignored the pointy-haired warrior and slide off the couch onto her knees giving her best friend's long lost younger son a hug. He tentatively returned the gesture and Bulma could here Vegeta give a snort of disgust. Bulma stood up and glared at him, thinking up various punishments for the saiya-jinn prince who had ruined her moment.

"Yes, he can fight Vegeta. He can go super saiya-jinn too, in case your wondering."

Bulma turned to face the tall man- Gohan, she reminded herself, who spoke about his younger brother with pride.

"My brat can too. The important thing is if you've been training boy. Come and spar. . ."

"No way Buster!" Bulma interrupted. Goten forgotten, Bulma was angry with her mate. She could feel the heated anger rising in her cheeks, "This is the first time that we've seen Gohan in seven years and you want to FIGHT WITH HIM TO SEE HOW MUCH STRONGER HE IS!!! I CAN NOT BELIEVE THAT YOU WOULD BE SO INSENSITIVE AS TO. . ."

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Trunks slipped over to the new kid as soon as he heard his mother start screaming. She would not finish her tirade for a little while, now was the perfect time to grab the third class brat and slip away.

"Hey!" Trunks whispered, poking the new kid in the back. He turned around, startled and studied Trunks. "Come on!" Trunks whispered again and indicated the doorway that he had come in with a jab of his head.

Trunks headed off towards the doorway, checking to see if the new kid was following him. He was.

When they were in the hallway, Trunks spoke again to the demi saiya-jinn, "So third-class, you're a saiya-jinn too?"

"I'm half saiya-jinn, what's 'third class'?"

"That's what you are baka. Hey, what's your name again? I'm Trunks."

"Goten. Where are we going?"

"We're gonna go play some games. Normally I can't play with other kids because I'd probably kill them. I wouldn't want to play with those baka humans anyway. You'll have to do, third class."

As Trunks finished his statement, they arrived at the door to his play room. He smirked at Goten and opened the door. Inside was a boy's dreamland. There were video games of every kind, miniature race tracks, expensive action figures, balls of every shape and size, and every other thing that a boy could possibly want.

All Goten could say was, "Wow." He was just a simple woodlands boys, and did not even know what most of the toys did, but the site itself was impressive.

"Come on!" Trunks called as he entered the room. "Let's play my new video game!"

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Gohan fingered his ki-concealer as Bulma and Vegeta argued. He  had stopped listening after Goten left. Gohan was a little worried about his brother. He had no earthly idea what kind of an influence he might be. Sure Marai Trunks had been a nice enough guy, but Vegeta had had no hand in raising that Trunks. It would be fine. Goten needed a friend his age and none of the human children would do. He would do well with Trunks to play with, seeing as how the other boy could fly and fight as well.

Distractedly Gohan ripped off his ki-blocker. There was really no purpose in him wearing it anymore. He had been found out. Gohan felt a strange relief as he felt his ki soar freely for the first time in years. Somehow he felt restrained, almost inhuman/saiya-jinn when he could not feel his own ki. It had certainly been hard keeping track of Goten when the boy had no apparent ki signature. Gohan decided that he would begin teaching Goten about sensing ki tomorrow. . .

The door leading outside burst open so suddenly that Bulma yelped. In cam Krillin.  He stood along at the door, a wide grin on his face.

"Gohan? Is that you?"

Gohan nodded and smiled largely. It was so nice to see Krillin again! Gohan had not realized how much he had missed the bald- wait, he was no longer bald- monk. He and Krillin had been such good friends. They had suffered through Namek together. . .

"Yeah. It's me."

"You're, you're so. . . tall!" After saying these words, Krillin ran forward and hugged Gohan. Gohan returned the embrace fondly. "Where have you been all these years?" Krillin questioned as he wiped a betraying drop of liquid off of his cheek.

"I've been living in the mountains. Are you still with Master Roshi?"

"Yeah, hey! You never heard the good news! Eighteen and I got married!"

Gohan was surprised for the first time in a long time. Sure Krillin had liked Eighteen and all, but Gohan had no idea that the blonde android returned his feelings.

"Wow," was all Gohan could say.

Krillin beamed with pride. "Yeah. We even have a little girl," Krillins eyes went out of focus as his voice drifted off slightly. "Her name is Marron."

Gohan got over his shock and smiled widely again. He was really happy that Krillin had found happiness with a wife and family. "That's really great Krillin, I can't wait to meet her!"

"I almost brought her with me but she was napping. I know Master Roshi and the others would love seeing you too! The only reason that they didn't come was because they couldn't fly. Why don't you stop by and visit tomorrow?"

"I'd love to."

"Say, what's that new ki signature that popped up out of no where right before yours did? It seemed so familiar."

"Of course it was familiar Cueball," Vegeta spoke for the first time, his voice bitter, "It belongs-"

"Gohan!" A new voice broke in, Yamcha had arrived.

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Goten put down his game consol as the words 'Game Over' flashed on the large tv screen. "Trunks, I'm hungry."

Trunks turned off the game. "Me too. Let's go down and get my mom to make us something to eat."

Trunks and Goten could hear an animated discussion taking place in the room where they had left the adults and Gohan, but when the two demi saiya-jinns entered, there was silence. Goten looked confusedly at the two new faces in the room. Why were those people staring at him? This had happened a lot today. First the lady had stared at him, then Vegeta, and now these guys. Goten looked questioningly at his older brother for an explanation.

Gohan smiled at his brother and walked over to the perplexed young demi saiya-jinn, resting his hand on Goten's shoulder.

"Krillin, Yamcha, this is Goten; my little brother. Goten, these are Dad's friends that I told you about. Do you remember?"

It all became clear to Goten. These were more of the people from the stories that Gohan had told him. "Why are they looking at me funny Brother?"

Gohan smiled and Goten's world became a brighter place. "They think you look just like Dad."

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It was 7:03 when Videl heard Gohan knocking on her door. She closed the book that Martial Arts Tournament Book that she had been reading. She left in on the bed as she walked to the door, checking through the peep hole to make sure that it was indeed Gohan who waited outside. Videl unlocked the door and smiled at Gohan, who was wearing the same long sleeved polo and khakis that he had had on earlier.

"Hi." Videl said, slightly nervously. Gohan had been to her apartment once before in the daytime when he had insisted on walking her home from lunch. "Come on in."

"No, that's okay, I can't stay very long. I left Goten home alone," Gohan's tone was serious. "You must be confused about this morning."

Videl nodded.

"Well, the Bulma Briefs was an old friend on my father's. While my parents were still alive, we were all pretty close. My mom died when Goten was born, but I didn't let Bulma and some other of my father's friends know that he lived. After my mom died, you could say that I kind of dropped off the face of the Earth. Bulma fainted when she saw my brother because he looks exactly like my dad did when he was a kid. Her husband, Vegeta came when he knew she had fainted and recognized Goten as my brother. He took Goten and Bulma inside to wait for me to show up."

"But how did you know that Vegeta had discovered Goten?"

Gohan paused for a moment and answered carefully, "The necklace that he was wearing was kind of like a locator, and when Vegeta took it off Goten, I knew that he had found Goten."

This confused Videl slightly, she had never heard of such technology, but she nodded anyway. Videl could not think of any more questions to ask, except for one thing that she simply had to bring up.

"Hey Gohan, wait here just a moment," Videl ran back inside and returned to the door with the martial arts book. She opened up to the page on Goku Son. "Is this your Dad."

Silence. "Yeah." Gohan was silent for a moment more as he stared at the picture. "Well, I need to be going. I've got to get back to Goten. Good night Videl."

Videl closed the book and looked up at Gohan, "Good night. Give Goten a kiss for me."

Gohan smiled for the first time, "I will."

Videl closed the door and slumped against it. There was so much to think about. . .

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Okay, that wasn't a very good chapter, at all, but let me explain. I leave tomorrow for Colorado and I wanted to post this chapter before I leave. I will have internet access up there but I don't know if I'll have the time to write the next chapter. I'll be back the last week in July. I'll try my very hardest to post while I'm up there, but no promises. Hey, you really can't except me to work on this on my vacation can you?

Anyway, as I said before, I'm not satisfied with this chapter at all and I'll probably revise it at some point. Well, that's all I have to say. Please continue to be sweethearts and review!

-pd