Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or and of it's characters, I also don't own Sailor Moon or any of it's characters. They all belong to their respected creators...I do however own any made-up characters.

Author's Notes: I'm not sure what direction this fic is going, so please read and review, and give me some ideas. Thanks! ^_^

Forgotten Past, A New Future

By: BlueFrost

Chapter 1

Everything was black. Pitch black, not a sound could be heard, 'Where am I?' A frightened Usagi thought to herself. One minute she was...what had she been doing? All she could remember were screams of pain, everything before and after that was black. 'At least I can remember my name.' Usagi thought dryly. 'Why is everything so black and silent? If I can remember sounds, I should be able to hear.' Yet not a sound could be heard.

Thinking for a moment, instantly she felt stupid. Very stupid, opening her eyes, she saw that it was night outside, and she was in the middle of a forest. 'A big forest.' Another thing she discovered was that she was looking up at the sky, but something was very odd about the sky, as if something was missing. The stars were brilliant and so beautiful it took her breath away, but she felt a tugging at her heart. A memory forgotten tugged at her mind, and she tried desperately to remember. The memory eluded her and she gave up.

Sitting up, there were no noises of the forest like she had expected, but she could see something in the distance. Light through the trees, getting up and following the light was her best chance of survival. 'I can't be too picky, I can take care of myself...I hope.' Swallowing she forced herself to stand, and winced in pain. The pain was something new, she couldn't figure out why she hurt so. If she thought standing was painful, walking was a whole new experience, fresh pain washed over her, and she almost collapsed. 'I'm not going to give up!'

A slow and steady breeze blew against her, and she closed her eyes and soaked up the feeling of the cool air on her face. She didn't feel so alone anymore, the leave on the trees rustled and the grass swooshed. After the breeze had disappeared, she braced herself for more pain and started walking towards the light. Intent on making it all the way there without collapsing or blacking out.

*Son House*

Goku sat in the kitchen, cradling his infant son Gohan, and gazing at the picture of his dead wife Chichi. She had passed on to the next dimension almost a year ago, and still mourned her passing. Taking care of his son was harder than he thought it would be, Gohan needed all his attention and love. He looked down at Gohan's sleeping form, 'Chichi would have loved being a mother. She would have loved you so much Gohan.' His last conversation with his wife came to his mind.

*Flashback*

After twenty grueling hours of labor, Chichi Son gave birth to her son. 'No, not just my son, mine and Goku's.' she smiled. The hospital room door smashed into the wall, and an excited Goku came running in. Obviously unable to contain his relief that his wife was okay. The medical team in charge of the labor backed away and gave the strong man space. The doctor however, knowing the couple didn't have long, ushered everyone out of the room.

Goku saw every one of them leave the hospital room and knew something wasn't right. "Goku, come and meet our son." She held up the small bundle of joy, the baby started crying and Goku started to panick.

He had a puzzled look on his face, his eyebrows came together and then he looked at her with such innocence. "Chichi, is something wrong with him? Why is he crying like that?"

Chuckling at him, she calmly explained why their son was crying and asked, "What should we name him?"

"Why not Gohan? I think it suites the little guy, doesn't it?" He carefully took a hold of his son's small hand. "He's so small."

"I agree Goku (AN: wow...you know what they say, there is a first for everything right.), Gohan is a strong name for our son." She held Gohan out to Goku, "Take him, he's your son too."

"What if I drop him? Won't that hurt him?" Taking the small boy in his hands and holding Gohan close to his body. He was so caught up in the moment, he almost didn't see how Chichi was breathing heavily. "Are you okay?" his voice soft and gentle.

Smiling, she had to tell him. It was so hard for her, she didn't want to die and leave them both alone. Death was beating her and there was no way she could stop him. "Goku, listen to me." Looking down at her hands and noticed how they shook, then straight into his eyes. "I want you to promise me you'll move on. Don't mourn me for so long when I pass into the next world. I love you and I know you love me, but it's my time to go."

This didn't sit well with him, she couldn't die on him, she just couldn't. "Chichi, what are you talking about? You aren't going anywhere, you have to help me take care of Gohan."

She smiled at him, the doctor walked into the room, his clipboard in front of him and he was shaking his head. "Mr. and Mrs. Son, I have some terrible news to share with you." He paused and took a deep breath and continued, "Due to some difficulties during the birth...Mrs. Son...I...ahhh..."

Chichi shook her head and held up her hand, "I know doctor, and I'm telling my husband now."

"But you must understand, there is nothing we can..."

"I know and accept what will happen doctor." She fell against the bed and dry heaved. "Goku, take care of Gohan, make sure he is schooled. Love again." With those last words, she passed on.

*End Flashback*

"Why did you leave me Chichi?" Goku whispered to himself, but was brought back to reality when he heard a noise outside. A scraping against wood, no, a knock. 'Who could that be in the middle of the night?' Holding Gohan, he walked to the front door and opened it. The sight took his breath away.

Standing there, a girl, her long golden hair up in two funny pigtails on the side of her head, one falling out and the other lopsided. Her blue skirt and white shirt was torn, and she wore no shoes. Her arms and legs were bruised and purple, if she would have smiled, it would have been been beautiful. But her bottom lip was swollen and split. He looked into her eyes, and was going to ask her what she was doing here, but the look in her eyes was unmistakable. He had felt that way many times after a fight, but there was something in her blue eyes that was new to him.

The man looked at her, 'No, not a man. A man is someone who has lived many years, and he doesn't look that much older than me. Please, help me.' Those were her last thoughts before the strength left her legs and she collapsed.