Over a day had passed since the Z Warriors had arrived back on Earth from the HFIL, and they were currently all piled into Bulma's bright yellow plane, heading back to Capsule Corp. with all seven Dragonballs.  Gohan sat, staring out of the window, not really seeing the scenery below him.

"What's up Gohan?"  Bulma asked in her usual cheerful yet concerned tone.  "You don't seem your usual self."  Gohan looked up at her and smiled half-heartedly.

"It's my Dad."  He told her sorrowfully, "He never met Goten, not once during the whole time we were with him.  Just before we left, he asked who Goten was, and nobody told him."

"I know," Bulma told him sympathetically.  "It must be hard knowing that he doesn't know about Goten, but it would be harder for him knowing that he has a son here who never even met him.  At least this way it won't worry him for like the rest of eternity."

"Yeah," Gohan said thoughtfully, "but what about Goten?  He never met dad and he's going to ask Mom and me about him sometimes.  What can we say?"

"Well," Bulma said, "I would say that Trunks would be the best person to ask, you know, because he grew up not knowing Vegeta.  But, I think that you and ChiChi would be best handling that one by yourselves.  I don't think anything Trunks could say would help you much.  It might even make matters worse."

"What?"  Gohan asked, taken aback, "How could it make it worse?"

"Because everybody's different."  Bulma explained wisely, "Whatever the me from the future said to Trunks certainly helped him survive without a father, but that doesn't necessarily mean it would help Goten.  They're both entirely different people."

Gohan thought for a moment, nodded, and reverted back to looking out of the window.

About an hour later, the group landed roughly on the grass outside the Capsule Corp. mansion.  Everybody climbed out of the plane, soothing bruised limbs and glaring at Yamcha..

"Nice driving Yamcha!"  Bulma said sarcastically, "Who taught you?  My Mother's cat?"

"Ok, ok."  Yamcha said, scowling at Bulma.  "Just summon the darn Dragon."

"Right."  Bulma said, nodding determinedly and placing the Dragonballs on the ground in front of her.  She stood; her feet apart and her arms outstretched, her palms facing the Dragonballs, and recited the spell:

"Eternal Dragon;
By your name I summon you forth:
SHENRON!"

There was a flash of yellow light, and the Dragonballs suddenly glowed with an orange-gold light.  As the Z Warriors watched, a twisting form of snake-like light emerged from the Dragonballs, reaching high into the sky.  All over the planet Earth, the sky turned black, as though it were midnight.  The light from the snake-like form dimmed, to reveal a great Dragon.

The Dragon was incredibly long, so long, that it seemed as long as the great Snake Way itself, although nothing could possibly be that long.  Its body was all green, except for its underbelly, which was a colour similar to ivory.  Its body twisted round so much that it was near impossible to trace its entire path with your eyes.  The Dragon's eyes were deep red, and there was no white in the eyes, nor was there a pupil.

Shenron looked down on them all and spoke.  "You have awoken me from my slumber."  He rumbled, his voice so low that it seemed to shake the whole Earth.  "I will grant you just three wishes.  What is your first wish?"

"I want you to bring Sakura back to life."  Bulma shouted up to Shenron.  Shenron's eyes glowed.

"Wish granted."  He said.

Everybody looked up at Shenron, and suddenly Sakura appeared next to them.  "Hi guys!"  She said cheerfully.  "What's going -" Sakura stopped dead, noticing Shenron for the first time.  "Ok," she babbled nervously.  "Don't worry; it can wait."

"What is your second wish?"  Shenron asked them impatiently.  "I am waiting."  Bulma opened her mouth to say her second wish, when she was interrupted.

"Wait!"  Piccolo cried, holding out a hand to stop Bulma.  "If you revive Keiichi now, he'll just come back to life back in the HFIL!  We won't be able to bet him back!"  Bulma stood and thought for a moment.

"Tell me your second wish."  Shenron said loudly, making Bulma nervous.  "I am waiting"

"I've got it."  Bulma cried, her eyes lighting up.  "Shenron, can you bring Keiichi back to life please?"

"Wish granted."  Shenron said again, his eyes glowing once more.  "What is your third wish?"

"What are you doing?"  Piccolo shouted, looking angrily at Bulma.  "This is my son you're dealing with here!  You already let him run away to the HFIL in the first place, do you have to take him there again?"

"Trust me."  Bulma assured him confidently.  "I know what I'm doing.  Shenron; would you please transport Keiichi to us please."

"Wish granted."  Shenron said in that same, repetitive tone.  His eyes glowed red for the last time, and Keiichi suddenly appeared next to Piccolo.

There was a flash of yellow light, and Shenron withdrew back into the Dragonballs.  The seven Dragonballs rose into the air, blazed yellow one last time, before they separated in midair, firing miles out of sight as they were spread randomly across the land.

"Keiichi!"  Piccolo exclaimed, lifting Keiichi up and placing him on his shoulders.  The two of them walked around for a while, before everybody went into Bulma's house for dinner.