I must warn all my readers of something. The story line is... Well, uh, different. Now, I'm not talking an, "I hate Chi-Chi" story, or an Anti-Vegeta cult, just a bit imaginative. But here is where the warning gets harsh: Those of you who believe Trunks is the soul property of Pan-Chan or one of the other characters, may want to steer clear of this story. I know you Pan supporters are out there and not heeding my warning, but when you get to the end and feel like flaming my story, just remember I tried.

In the case my firm precaution is not enough and you do read this, take comfort, for I will write a Pan, Trunks fic. I promise.

Now, I realize that this doesn't exactly fit the story-line of DBZ but just humor me, please. It's pretty self-explanatory.

Long-lost Twin???

The Girl lay motionless on the bare landscape, her flesh and white gown blending with the desert sand. Only her raven hair stood out. Gohan would have soared right over her if she would have been a normal girl, but coming within 20 feet of her was like hitting a brick wall of tremendous power.

"Dad!" Gohan called back to his Super-Sayian father. "Come here! Quick!"

Goku was at his son's side in a moment. "Wow! That power is incredible! Where is it coming from?"

Gohan pointed to the black splotch on the sand adding to the gesture, "Come on, Dad. Lets get it before it wakes up.". Goku squinted ahead against the bright sun, saying thoughtfully, "Not so fast. Who said it was an enemy?". Gohan stared aghast at his father. "Are you kidding? A power like that could be sensed half way around the world; what else could it be if not an android?"

"If it was an android than we wouldn't be able to sense it's power period."

"Well what is it then?"

"I think I might know. Stay here," Goku ordered his son. The mini sayian did as his father bid as Goku flew off to the source of the power.

Everything was black. Mentally, for her mouth didn't seem to be functioning at the moment, she cursed that damn ship that had to blow-up on her just as she was entering the atmosphere. For many moments, or maybe it was hours, all was silent besides the wind howling in her ears and small partials of sand sprinkling across her face. At the edge of her dwindling awareness she felt the tell-tale power of a fellow sayain. Seemingly the rest of her body was as flaccid as her tough; for, if not, she would have stood to welcome the presence.

In the next moment she was aware of strong arms circling her shoulders. Cool water was poured over her forehead and between her dry and cracked lips. The cool water gave her a slight start, enough for her to open her eyes and moan slightly. The man over her had warm, black eyes, matching hair, a kind smile and, raised black brows. He smiled even wider as she came around.

"Hello, Golina. Welcome home."

She smiled weakly into his well known eyes, "Hello, father."