Hey guys, this story here is a special one! So I've been writing on this site for almost eight years now and one of the things I've always wanted to do was write my own take on Gohan's Dilemma, the fanfic that got me writing on this site in the first place. Unfortunately, WingedFreedom622 has seemingly abandoned Gohan's Return, Dilemma's sequel and I find that disheartening. I did try to write my own take years back in the form of Gohan's Shinobi Advantures but it felt too similar and I didn't want to copy and paste something established so I stuck to Kitsune Warrior and other stories for some time and during this waiting period Naruto's manga ended and Dragon Ball Super was released and is currently on hiatus. With all the new lore I felt it appropriate to try again. Please let me know what you think of this prologue, I promise that this hasn't been done before, now keep in mind this is meant to be for feedback, that will determine whether this story continues or not, hope you enjoy.

"Gohan" Normal speech

"Gohan" Dragons/Biju

"Gohan" Thoughts

It was a mild summer's day, mid-afternoon, in West City and the town was filled with activity; children playing in the local parks as their parents breathed a sigh of relief at the reprieve from their offspring's shenanigans while they relaxed and watched with a careful eye. The shopping districts were crowded, teenagers loitering about enjoying the company of their peers, young women rushing for the latest sales as their significant others carried various purchases, and officers arresting a thug for petty theft.

Just a typical day.

However, within the confines of the most powerful company in the world and the pride of West City, Capsule Corp. a 'typical day' wasn't exactly in the same context as that of the average joe. The company's CEO and resident scientific genius, Bulma Briefs could be a perfect example of that as she worked diligently on her latest project.

During the debacle with the Cyborgs and Cell, Bulma, along with Trunks, her son from a post apocalyptic timeline where the Cyborgs had made Earth their playground and killed the Earth's special forces, and Gohan, the son of her best friend, Son Goku, had discovered a temporal duplicate of the time machine Trunks owned on the outskirts of Gingertown. Turns out this time machine was used by the bio-android Cell to return to the past and absorb #17 and #18 after killing an alternate Trunks for the device.

Once the battle against Cell had been won, Bulma admittedly was as a loss of what to do next for her next project and ultimately decided to begin reconstructing the molded over and aged time machine after getting her future son's blessing. The task itself was an arduous one, Bulma not only had to figure out how the damn thing worked in the first place, she had to reverse engineer every. Single. Part.

It drove the young scientist mad to a point where she had almost given up on the project entirely, but her curiosity ultimately won out and four years later, she was putting the finishing touches on her pride and joy.

"Okay, now to refuel the engine." Bulma muttered to herself as she checked over the reconstructed work of her future self, giving it a once over to check for any physical kinks before going to her small laptop to type in the commands for the fuel system. She had been so caught up in her musings that she didn't notice the young teen entering her lab.

"Knock, knock!"

Bulma yelped and jumped back from the computer in surprise, giving the newcomer her attention for the first time, she scowled playfully when she noticed who it was.

"Geez Gohan, you almost gave me a heart attack!" She said, crossing her arms indignantly.

The young teen scratched the back of his head sheepishly, a trait his father had been known for in life.

"Sorry about that Bulma." He said with an embarrassed chuckle before smiling excitedly. "So is it ready?"

Bulma shook her head with a smile; it was hard to stay mad at the kid when his enthusiasm showed. Gohan hadn't changed much in the four years since the Cell Games; now at thirteen, Gohan had grown a few inches taller, almost level with Bulma herself now. He still sported the same mop of spikes on his head from his time in the time chamber, now cut down some so it was neater and he had taken to wearing a replica of his father's gi since his passing.

He really did look like his father in that outfit, it almost gave Bulma chills.

Leaving her musings for another time, the blue-haired genius nodded happily.

"You bet kid, the fuel is being added now, pretty soon she'll be all set to go."

Gohan grinned in excitement; when he had heard that Bulma was working on the second time machine, he immediately insisted on testing it upon completion despite the protest of the scientist and his mother. At first, Bulma was adamant that she would be the one to test the machine upon completion, wanting to travel to Trunks' future as a test run as well as a surprise visit. Gohan however, was showing the signs of a budding rebellious teenager and the stubbornness of his father in how much he insisted on being the one to test the machine, pointing out the fact that he was far more durable than the blue-haired genius and would have a better chance at survival in case things went up in smoke…literally.

After weeks of this back and forth with both his mother and Bulma, Gohan was finally granted permission to take the time machine on it's maiden voyage much to his delight.

After typing in more commands into her computer and giving the machine a full inspection, Bulma gave the young Saiyan the thumbs up.

"Alright Gohan, everything is ready, head on up!" Bulma said with great enthusiasm.

The young hero didn't need to be told twice and jogged over to the machine jumping up onto the cockpit and opening the hatch to the canopy, marveling at the various monitors and controls that laid within. Gohan was thoroughly impressed that present Bulma was able to recreate such a sophisticated system over a decade before it was meant to be invented.

While Gohan was looking over the inside of the machine, he didn't notice Bulma detaching the wiring plugged into the time machine or bothered notice that she was having a difficult time disengaging one rather stubborn plug.

"Come on, damn it." She grunted in annoyance, trying to manually detach it as the auto-commands weren't working in her favor. Sure she could've asked the almighty Saiyan teen admiring her work for help, but she had her pride too and refused to ask.

She will later wish she did.

With a mighty heave, Bulma managed to extract the stubborn plug, knocking the machine off-balance a bit and making it shutter, a movement which knocked a distracted Gohan off balance and sending him flailing into the driver's seat, pressing several buttons on the descent.

The time machine began to shutter violently, blue electricity began to envelop the device and an ear-piercing screech rang off the walls of the lab.

A pit formed in Gohan's stomach, his senses were telling him to exit the machine but the violent shuttering would not let him move fast enough.

Bulma rushed to the control system, trying in vain to stop…whatever was happening but to no avail.

Vegeta, having heard the commotion from the gravity room, rushed inside the lab to see what was going on but just before he could voice his annoyance, an oddity occurred that left both adults in the room stunned.

The time machine began to warp and twist as if it was a liquid before a harsh tearing sound was heard and the machine seemingly collapsed in on itself before disappearing entirely.

"W-what just happened?" Vegeta asked, bewildered.

Bulma fell to her knees, an expression of pure panic enveloping her face as the reality of the situation set in.

"Oh…oh crap."

Meanwhile on a planet light years away from Earth, the angel Whis is tending to the garden of his lord and student, the God of Destruction Beerus with a nonchalant hum as he went about his day awaiting the moment that Lord Beerus would awaken from his long slumber. He did enjoy these peaceful times no matter how mundane, he found it a better activity than watching Lord Beerus throw a tantrum over the cuisine of the planets he was meant to destroy. Unfortunately, his peaceful day was not meant to be if the high scale ringing of his trusty staff was anything to go on.

"Hm, now what could that be?" He muttered to himself, grabbing his staff and gazing within to find…oh…

A small frown came over the Angel's features

"Well this is quite a large problem; I do hope I can help lessen the blow for you young Gohan." Whis said to himself, tapping his staff on the ground causing a large beam of light to envelop him.

"Although this action will have serious consequences. I do hope I can do something for you but even I am unsure."

So there we go, just a small taste of what I'm planning out. Now just cause Whis is here doesn't mean he will be playing a large role in anyway, I'm using him more as an exposition tool for the next chapter if it decided that this story deserves one but he does serve a purpose besides that trust me. Let me know if you want to see more of this and give me some predictions to what is going to happen next, later guys.