It was the worst idea in history.

When you put my father and Vegeta together in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, it is no longer a training session. It is a year long war with no victor. I swear Vegeta was on the verge of becoming a Super Saiyan 3, while Gramps...

Well. Gramps never ascended to the next level. He definitely has more power, I think, but he's so slooooooow. And that makes him pissed. Which makes me miserable - I was a punching bag for an entire year! I know, I know. He's always making a point not to go easy on him, but I feel so bad for Gramps sometimes... I couldn't help it.

He's already strangely depressed over the fact I'm leaving to college in a month; even Mom is taking it easier than him! Even Goten, for crying out loud! But Gramps...he hasn't even looked me in the eye ever since I told him about Videl and me moving into the house Mr. Satan built for us just so we can be closer to the university.

Man, this sucks... I just wish he could talk to me at least. I don't think his strange attitude is about me leaving, but something he saw in his final vision he's been so hush hush about. Maybe-

"Whatcha doin', Gohan!?"

The eighteen year old dragged his pen across his notebook after being startled by the joyous, yet surprisingly loud, voice coming from behind him. A smile crossed Gohan's face when he noticed that Goten was wearing the Saiyan armor Bulma had constructed for him to resemble Bardock's as an early birthday present. "If you had a scar on your face, you'd look just like Gramps, little man!"

Goten beamed proudly, raising his chin up high while placing his hands on his hips. "You really think so, Gohan!?"

"You bet!" the older brother laughed, closing his notebook. "I was just writing to clear my mind."

The child frowned, noticing that his brother suddenly took on a serious expression. Resting his chin on the top of his desk, Goten looked up at Gohan with his puppy dog eyes his grandfather absolutely loathed. "What's wrong?"

The teen tapped his pen against the desk rapidly, matching the pace of his foot that was doing the same. He let out a long, ragged sigh before settling his eyes on a cup full of writing utensils and scissors. "Has... Gramps mentioned anything to you? About me?"

"Hmmmmm," the boy hummed dramatically while his eyes rolled to the back of his head to think deeply about his brother's question. Once he came to, he slammed his fist on Gohan's cramped desk. "Nope! Why!?"

"He hasn't talked to me and-"

"Oh! Wait!" Goten pipped up, stopping his brother from rambling. "He did say something!"

Gohan blinked, straightening up in his seat and giving his full attention to his little brother. "...What did he say?"

The teen had to stifle in some laughter as Goten crossed his arms over his chest in a typical Bardock fashion; adding a scowl for perfect imitation. "Your god damn brother is the strongest out of all of us without even trying, and he's picking schooling and his girlfriend over training! Doesn't he know what's coming!? But it's not like he cares! He'd rather be knee deep in Videl's-"

"GOTEN!"

The boy covered his mouth with both hands as Chi-Chi stood in the doorway while Gohan was reddening. "I'm sorry, Mama!" came a muffled voice. "I was just trying to tell Gohan what Grandpa said!"

"Don't you ever repeat what that thug says," Chi-Chi's eyes narrowed, and Gohan could tell she was making a mental note in her head to strangle him later. The woman noticed the look on her oldest son's face and sighed, momentarily dropping the fact that the youngest was using profanity. "Goten, can you go help Grandma with lunch? I need to talk to Gohan for a minute."

Thankful for being let off the hook, the boy flew up and kissed his mama's cheek before hauling it out of there. Chi-Chi walked over to the man in his wheelie chair and placed a loving hand on his tense shoulder. "You know Bardock doesn't mean what he says... He's just having a hard time with the idea that you're leaving him, that's all."

Gohan let out a breath, finally feeling his face return to a normal color. He knew for a fact that Bardock was fine with the decision he was making with life, they talked about it numerous times. As long as he promised to be there when called, Gohan was free to do as he pleased. Besides, Bardock had Goku, Vegeta, and Gotenks - especially Gotenks. The teen still couldn't believe how seriously the boys had taken the training in the chamber. Still, he knew his grandfather was silently hurt.

He cleared his throat before giving Chi-Chi's soapy hand a squeeze. "I know, Mom. I know. But it's not like I'm moving to a new planet or something. I'll only be a one minute flight away. There has to be something else..."

Chi-Chi bit her bottom lip, remembering standing beside Bardock when he had the final vision. It took a lot of coercing, but he finally spilled the beans. Sure, there was some God of Destruction coming in a couple of years that he was totally freaking out about that could kill them all, but Chi-Chi was hooked on the other part of his news.

She was going to be grandmother!

Her oldest baby was going to have a baby!

The pure excitement of it all nearly caused the woman to keel over with joy! It was killing her that Gohan was leaving home, but he was leaving with Videl - and that meant her grandbaby would eventually find his or her way to her arms! Still, the housewife couldn't spoil it all... "Oh, honey. Your grandfather will get over it. In the meantime," she smiled devilishly, causing her son to raise a suspicious eyebrow as she whipped out a catalog from the inside of her dress pocket. "Why don't you look at engagement rings for Videl?"

"WHAT!?" the boy fell out of his chair, twitching underneath the black leather while his mom rolled her eyes. He was fuming as she helped him to his feet. "Ma! You can't be serious! We're barely going into college, for crying out loud!"

"Oh, relax," she patted the top of the jewelry catalog on the desk. "You can't have a baby unless you're married first. I just won't have it any other way." She winced at the accidental mention of the secret word, and scurried out of the room to leave a stuttering Gohan behind.

"A-a-..Baby!?" he cried, starting to get hysterical as he raised his arms in the air. "A baby!? Has this whole family gone mad!? Gosh.." he lifted up his chair only to sit back down in it again with a scowl on his face. Shaking his head once the giant ring on the cover of the catalog caught his eye, he picked up the magazine and brought it close to his face while squinting. "Two point fifty carat diamond-"

"Why are you holding that so close to your face, kiddo?"

The teen let out a yelp and through the magazine down quickly. Flustered, he glanced at the doorway to see his grandmother standing there with a sincerely confused look, along with cake batter, on her face. "Uh.. Grandma? Ya got a little something there."

Gine laughed and wiped the bit of chocolate by her lip off with her index finger. Rubbing the chocolaty finger on her red apron to make it go away, she continued to eye her grandson suspiciously. "Are you losing your eyesight or something?"

"Truthfully?" he frowned when she nodded. "Yeah... My vision has gotten kinda bad ever since the fight with Buu. I think he punched me in the eyes or something but I was too frustrated to realize the impact of it all-"

"Do you need glasses?"

"Wha-!? No!" Gohan pleaded, getting to his feet quickly when he realized his grandma was getting ready to shout. "I'm fine!"

"CHI-CHI!"

"Grandma!"

"WHAT!?"

"GOHAN NEEDS GLASSES!"

Knowing he could never catch a break, the teen lowered his head while listening to the foot steps of his mother coming down the hall from the kitchen. "Grandma..." he mumbled, looking at her new white boots that Mr. Satan's money had bought her to go with her dark jeans. Unlike her husband, Gine gave up the Saiyan armor when she realized she had other options. "Why did you do that?"

Gine frowned, raising his chin up with her other index finger that wasn't previously chocolaty. "If you keep straining yourself, you're going to get a headache, mister! And that's no good for a person who is going to be studying for the next four years!"

Gohan was about to reply to her when Chi-Chi finally entered. Before he knew it, his eyes were being examined by both of the women in his home until Chi-Chi clicked her tongue. "Oh no, no, no. This certainly won't do. You're going to head into town and get some frames."

"Aw, Mom..."

"You will do as your told," Gine nodded with a wink. She waited until the satisfied Chi-Chi left again to whisper in the teen's ear. "Go take the grumpster with you. I think it will do you both some good."

"Hm?" Gohan blinked, pulling himself away from her so he could look the tiny Saiyan woman fully. "Do you really think Gramps will go with me?"

"Not willingly, no," Gine winked again. "But your grandma has her ways. Just ask him. He's outside right now being a weirdo as usual."

Stupid ass kid...

Bardock was out on the grass, doing a supported shoulder stand with his right leg behind his head. Goku and Goten were behind him, finishing their fifth plate of Chi-Chi's rice and fish combination. His left leg was straight up in the air; and he was watching the clouds in the sky with a trademark scowl.

He thinks he can just fucking leave me like this..

"Your butt is facing us, Grandpa!" Goten giggled loudly, throwing rocks at said butt.

"I hope you change your direction, Dad!" Goku joined in on the laughter with his youngest son. "I don't want anything to release and kill us!"

Four years away from me only to come back with a pregnant granddaughter who might die against that purple cat thing...

Bardock could feel that anger stirring through his body; one that he had grown familiar with during the time in the chamber before he finally reached ascension. All he had to do was think about that Lord Beerus character destroying the home he had already fought for; the faces of his family that he loved burning to death and feeling the pain that he did with Frieza's Supernova hit - and that was it for him.

Still, the transformation was proving exceedingly difficult. He couldn't control himself yet; another newborn. He wasn't even sure how many years it would be until Beerus arrived, but at this rate and his stress level over Gohan, he was going nowhere.

"H-Hey, Gramps..."

Bardock opened his eyes to see the nervous boy staring down at him while sweating profusely. His hurt expression quickly turned sour while he brought himself back to a normal position where he was sitting up right. "What do you want, kid?"

"I, uh," Gohan rubbed his neck, watching as Bardock began stretching to the side and ignoring him. "I have an... eye appointment in the city. Would you like to come with me?"

Bardock froze where he was and remained silent for a moment except for a simple huff. Gohan was prepared to be shot down, but an alarming response escaped his grandfather's lips. "Fine," he replied callously, still not looking at him. "But why the fuck do you need an eye appointment for?"

"Yeah, son!" Goku spoke, helping himself and Goten to their feet. "You get dust in there or somethin'?"

"I..need.." he gulped, noticing his grandfather was now looking at him with deadly orbs. "Glasses," he whispered. As soon as the 'G' word came out, it was like the end of the world. Goku had dropped Goten to the ground; and Bardock was quickly getting to his feet. "W-What?"

Bardock rubbed the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes while speaking. "For fuck's sake, you're a Saiyan, kid! You shouldn't be having...vision impairments."

"Well," Goku whistled, trying to keep things calm while he placed an arm around his son's shoulder. "He's a half-Saiyan, Dad. Half-Earthling. If you're going to blame anyone, blame-"

"CHI-CHI!"

The father-and-son duo sweatdropped while watching Bardock stomp his way over to the house. Goten wanted to follow, but he didn't want to pick up any more bad words from his grandpa. He was still waiting on his punishment, after all!

The Son boys watched as Bardock pounded on the locked door, not wanting to blast it down after Chi-Chi gave him an earful last time. "He doesn't need glasses, lady! Do you hear me!?" Pound, pound, pound. "He's my grandson, no grandson of mine is-"

The door flew open to reveal the tiny Saiyan woman with a butcher knife raised high. Chi-Chi appeared behind her, holding out the keys. She laughed, noticing that Bardock had suddenly grown quiet and flustered. "Here, give these to Goku. You boys have fun acting like human beings, okay!"

Their fruity laughter continued to make him twitch and grumble as he stomped his way over to his son, jutting the keys into his torso. "Looks like you're taking us, Kakarot."

"But I don't wanna go!" Goku whined, with Goten quickly joining in. The hero quickly turned his attention to his oldest son before Bardock could get angered any further. "Gohan! I'm trusting you, son. I know Piccolo taught you how to drive while I was in Other World!"

Gohan held out his hands as Goku threw the keys at him. The metallic object flew right over him, dropping onto the grass as the boy had to kneel down and search for them. "Darn it," he grumbled. "This is why I need glasses..."

"Oh, for fu-..." Bardock sighed, rubbing the back of his neck while watching his nearly blind grandson search for the key. "Why don't we just fly, kid? You're going to crash the fucking car with your Magoo senses."

"How do you know Mister Magoo?" Gohan shouted, still trying to locate the keys that Goku had already snatched up without him seeing. The boy blushed when he realized his father was holding them with a wicked grin on his face. "Uh, yeah... I guess it's okay to fly as long as we stay out of sight... Hey! Why don't you wear your-"

"NO."

"Saiyaman-"

"NO.'

"Watch..." the boy frowned seeing his armor clad grandfather already disappearing in the sky. He exchanged an exhausted smile with his father, and took off to leave Goku and Goten behind for some much needed time together.

"How do I look, Gramps!?" the teen came busting out the door, striking a Saiyaman pose despite the fact his watch was at home. He was wriggling his eyebrows; causing his black framed glasses to do the same.

"Fucking nerd," he muttered under his breath, and then cleared his throat with a fake grin plastered on his face. "You look great, kid. Real grown up."

Gohan blushed at the compliment; not hearing the crude remark that came before it. After Bardock stood up, the two walked down the street, looking as casual as any regular pedestrian. The teen was rubbing the back of his neck and taking glimpses at his moody grandfather while trying to think of something to say. "So.. I was-"

"Are you still going to be the Great Saiyaman?"

"Uhm," the teen blinked himself out his shock that Bardock had actually started the conversation. "Y-Yes, of course I am. The university is in Satan City, and for some reason that place still has the highest crime rate. Guess I'm not scaring those thugs away, huh?"

"Hn." was the response he got. Despite the short answer, Bardock actually looked pleased for the first time in weeks. It was almost as if he was relieved that his dorky grandson would continue being a dorky superhero.

Gohan looked to the right of him, across the street where an old school ice cream parlor was seemingly calling his name. "Hey, Gramps? Do you feel like having some ice cream?"

The scarred Saiyan shrugged, but he was the first to start crossing the street. Occasionally, he would look over his shoulder to make sure the grandson was keeping up with him alright. "Your eyes work now?"

"Yup," Gohan laughed, jogging in front of him so he could open the door for him. "I think I look pretty cool, too. What do you think?"

Bardock entered without saying a word, but instantly regretted coming in first. A preppy and busty blonde woman wearing a god awful pink had appeared in front of him almost instantaneously, gushing and squealing. "Oh, my! Hello, handsome! Welcome to West City Creamery! You look like a bubble gum kinda guy, yeah? Or how about frosted animal crackers!?"

"The fuck?"

Gohan chuckled nervously, placing his hands on his grandfather's shoulders and moving him aside so he could apologize to the woman. "We'll just have two chocolate scoops, thanks."

"With sprinkles."

"..What?"

"Sprinkles!"

The woman nodded eagerly, offering them a seat at red leather booth while tending to their sweet tooth needs. Bardock watched the woman bend over with disinterest, not feeling anything for her but it began to make him remember something Chi-Chi had asked him to do a long time ago. The employee brought two large bowls over, placing it in front of them with a wink and giggle. Bardock made a disgusted sound as she walked away.

"Kid?"

"Yes?"

Bardock sighed, tapping his spoon against the silver bowl. How in the hell was he going to do this? The kid nearly had a heart attack when he saw Videl's sports bra on the floor back at the World Martial Arts Tournament! "What do you know about... being with a woman?"

The teen took a bite of his ice cream, not understanding what he was talking about and taking it as innocently as his father would. "Whaddya mean, Gramps? Like Videl?"

"Yes," he seethed, already knowing his grandson was helpless in that department. "Videl is a woman. Anyway... Have you... You know..." It was all too painful for the poor grandfather. He wasn't doing this for Chi-Chi anymore, though. He was trying to figure out when Videl would become pregnant for the vision to happen.

The teen blinked innocently. "What? You mean kiss?" he blushed, immediately bringing his attention back to his melting ice cream. "I mean, yeah... A few times..."

"Alright, kid, listen," Bardock leaned in, surprising Gohan even further when he grabbed the collar of his white shirt. "I'm not going to preach to you about unprotected sex because I need my great grandchild to be born already, but-"

"GRANDPA!"

"-But just let it happen on its own so you don't fuck anything up."

The boy was becoming flustered, stuttering and shaking over the strange mixture of embarrassment, humility, and frustration coursing through his mind. Bardock was looking deep into his eyes for a response; and if looks could kill, Gohan would be a dead man. He prayed in the back of his mind for something, anything to get him out of this.

"OH MY GOSH! WHAT IS THAT!?"

The screech of the blonde woman caused Bardock to release Gohan immediately. All of the customers had pressed their faces against the glass, watching as a familiar looking spaceship began hurdling towards the ground in the distance until it collided with the ground. The sound of it could be heard from the ice cream parlor, and the murmurs began to form about aliens invading Earth again.

Gohan slowly turned his attention away from the glass window to look at Bardock. "Did you see that?"

"Yeah," he said with a low voice, tensing up slightly. "A Saiyan ship..."