So Trunks and the others spent another week in Mirai Trunks' world. They spent most of their time helping the people rebuild their cities, grow their crops and distribute food, clothes, medicine, building material and other supplies where they were needed. They divided the work among themselves, with Mirai Trunks in one part, Trunks in another, Goten in another and the girls in the other, alternating between north, south, east and west. They achieved a great deal that way.
Bulma decided that despite the unknown long term effects of timeline crossovers, given the length of time that they had to be here, contact with her world was inevitable. Perhaps the effects would just be contained in this world, as long as their visit was only limited to this world and not to any other world their existence here creates.
Today Marron, Bra and Pan were in Ginger town. Marron was working out the plans for the rebuilding of the town, while Bra and Pan helped with the transportation, since they can fly and carry heavy loads. Unlike Trunks and Goten, Bra and Pan were not best friends. Their personalities were just too different. Yet they can get along very well with each other, as they do now. Of course, they still bickered between themselves, but it was always short-lived, as children's fights always are.
It was during one of these little fights that Pan suddenly noticed someone she knew very well in her world. Mr. Satan had approached them when he saw the 2 girls fighting, and their sister or babysitter looking helplessly in the distance.
"Can I help you, girls?" he asked kindly.
Pan looked up when she saw her grandfather. She hadn't visited him for a long time, and she missed him very much.
"Grandpa!" She cried out happily and hugged him. Mr. Satan returned her hug and looked questioningly at Pan, then at Marron. Marron smiled. "You look very much like her grandfather, you see."
Mr. Satan smiled and looked at Pan again. She looked very much like her daughter, who was killed by the cyborgs 3 years ago.
"What's your name, little girl?" He asked.
"I'm Pan, grandpa. You know that," Pan said looking at Mr. Satan, puzzled.
"That's not your grandpa, silly." Bra said, before Marron silenced her.
That was right. Pan remembered Mirai Bulma saying something about being in a different dimension, that they were not really at home now, but Pan didn't really understand it. They were certainly not at home now, and she missed her parents. At least Bra had her mother here.
"I'm Mr. Satan." Mr. Satan introduced himself.
"We know that," Bra said, crossing her arms in a very Vegeta-esque style.
"Oh." She's probably seen my picture in the news, Mr. Satan thought.
"I'm Marron." The blonde girl introduced herself. "This is Bra," she pointed to the lavender-haired girl. "And that, as she just said, is Pan." She pointed to the black-haired girl who was still hugging Mr. Satan. "We were helping with the rebuilding."
"That's very kind of you girls," Mr. Satan said. "I was doing the same too. Would you like to work together with me today?"
"Yes, grandpa." Pan happily accepted. Mr.Satan smiled. "Come on then."
To cut a long story short, the 2 little girls gave Mr. Satan quite a shock with their display of strength while Marron laughed silently behind them. But they found that Mr. Satan had helped a lot too, using his fame and fortune as the cyborgs' slayer to finance the building of homes, hospitals and schools. In gratitude the people had renamed his hometown as Satan City. Many roads and important buildings (and babies) were named after him too, to honor him.
When they finished for the day, Mr.Satan presented them with his autograph, personalised especially for them. Pan was happy that day. She missed home terribly, and was glad to meet a familiar face in this unfamiliar world. Mr. Satan in turn, was happy too, to meet the little girl who reminded him so much of his beloved Videl-chan.
Meanwhile, Bulma's time machine was almost ready. She was able to solve the little problem in he calculations. It was now just a matter of testing and charging the machine. Hopefully #17 and the rest would be able to return to their own timeline without any trouble. She was glad to have the children around, but they should return to their own timeline. She would miss them when they're gone.