No I do not own DBZ or any of it's original characters...if I did I would be rich beyond my wildest dreams...but I'm not so I don't...so there!
Time machine?
I could've laughed. Such a thing was pure science fiction, not to mention the fact that it just wasn't possible. It was downright laughable, and I would've laughed if it hadn't been for that grim look in Dad's eyes. There was no way he could joke with such a serious expression. It just wasn't in him to keep a straight face when he was joking. The significance of the situation finally sank in.
Mother had notes on building a time machine.
If we were able to build a working time machine, which was likely considering we had Mother's notes to work with, there was a chance to prevent all this from happening. I'd be able to save Father and Mother, Dad would be able to save Goku and Chichi, and we'd be able to save the rest of the Z-senshi. We'd be able to prevent millions of deaths, and we'd be able to stop the havoc the androids wreaked. Our present wouldn't be as bleak as it once was.
"Trunks."
Dad's voice broke me out of my thoughts. I cocked my head, wondering what he wanted.
He knelt down and was now at my eyelevel. "Do you realize what would happen if we change the past?"
I nodded. How could I not? We'd save millions of lives, and I'll finally get a chance to meet Father. I'd get to see Mother again, and Dad would get to see his parents again. The Z-senshi would be revived, and everything would be the way it should've been.
"I don't think you understand, squirt. If we changed the past, it would just create a second future. Nothing in our present would be affected by what we change."
My stomach dropped. He had to be kidding. What was the point in changing the past if our present couldn't reap the benefits of it? That wasn't fair!
His calloused hand tousled my hair, his eyes soft and understanding, and I could tell he knew what I was thinking. He always had a way of knowing what was on my mind, saying something about my being an open book to him.
"Think about it, Trunks. Wouldn't it be better for there to be at least one future where all this didn't happen, rather than having another future suffer through what we did?"
I could see where he was coming from, but it just wasn't fair. I wanted to see Mother and meet Father. I wanted to know what my grandparents were like in person instead of hearing stories about them. I wanted…
What did I want? Ever since I was young I wanted to stop the androids. I wanted to free Earth of the pain the androids caused. Wouldn't changing the past do the same thing? Although nothing would change in our present, we could save the future of another timeline. Wasn't that what I always wanted? To stop the androids from causing any more pain? We'd still be saving Mother, Father, Goku, Chichi, the Z-senshi, and thousands of others. Wouldn't that be enough?
"I-I don't know," I admitted.
He smiled knowingly. "It's okay, squirt. It'll be a few years before we actually have a working time machine, so take all the time you need, okay? I don't need to tell you that I'll be going, but if you want to come along, I won't stop you." He got up and ushered me away. "I have work to finish and notes to read over, so why don't solve some Sudoku puzzles? I'll allow it this one time, okay? It's taped under the coffee table."
I nodded absentmindedly and walked away, my mind swirling with thoughts. I knew it was the right thing to help, and I wanted to, but I just couldn't stop thinking of how unfair this was. I halted as Dad's words rang in my head.
/"Wouldn't it be better for there to be at least one future where all this didn't happen, rather than having another future suffer through what we did?"/
Was I so cruel that I'd willingly allow what happened to us to happen again? Was I so heartless that I'd let heroes fall before it was their time, let people die needlessly, and let countless children, including me and Dad, to lose their parents? Was it really unfair?
I gritted my teeth.
As much as I didn't want to admit it, it wasn't unfair. It'd give another timeline a chance at happiness, something that everyone deserved. I sighed. A normal six-year-old shouldn't be thinking of things like this, but then again, I was never normal to begin with. Normal kids didn't get a chance to be a hero and save the entire world in the past.
'I never should've broken that vase,' I mused idly, continuing my trek to the living room.
After all that thinking, I finally came to a conclusion.
When Dad left for the past, I was going to accompany him, and no matter what, we will save the past from its hellish future.
