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I'd change history for you. Chapter One - Meeting Goku
Author's Note: I haven't written anything in so long… whew! It's time to board that ship again. I'm conjuring up some new ideas. I've been working on other things and so I didn't have time to write for Veggiefan2. Now I do and I hope I'll be able to get fics out with quick succession and satisfy the readers. My writing style has changed somewhat and so I hope this is better.
Killing Frieza had been an easy enough task, now getting the others to believe that I wasn't here to kill them was a little harder. That horrible monster and his father had unexpectedly showed up one earth a year after Son Goku allegedly defeated Frieza.
I'm from the future, but I had no idea he would show up here.
I was only coming to warn them about the upcoming threat, but when I arrived Frieza was there. All I had to do was stop him. How Goku didn't kill him, I'll never know, but he was very much alive with very little intact, the rest of him was metallic junk. But Goku did do a number on him.
He was made up of spare armor and other parts that were supposed to compensate for the rest of him that Goku blew away. Ugly as he was, he was still terribly confident that he would come here and kill Goku.
He and his father didn't make it very far before I stepped in.
Frieza was such a cocky guy, it didn't take long for me to wipe that sneer off of his face and slice him to pieces. After I blew him away, his father was next. He tried to trick me and asked if he could hold my sword. He was so confident that I could do nothing without it, seeing how it was the instrument I used to cut up his son. He wielded it for all of three minutes before he attacked me. He was big. But that hadn't made a bit of difference when I caught the sword in one hand and shot a Ki blast through his massive chest with the other.
To say I didn't feel powerful at the moment would have been a lie. It was the most useful I had been in my life.
My life was not like this one, I was strong but never strong enough. It was hard enough outrunning the androids when I had to outrun my emotions and mistakes. I was tired of running.
So tired.
Breathing in every breath of guilt and loneliness was taking its toll on me. I was beginning to waste away in my own time, slowly going mad with the loss of my mentor, Gohan.
Post traumatic stress, my mother called it. It was so much more than that, more than she ever knew or would understand. Me mourning the death of him was just the tip of the iceberg. I mourned every loss of life that was the result of our failure as a team. Working together to defeat the androids I had risked the outcome of the future to come here and tell Son Goku about. This was a big risk. I could change time in itself and I'll never be sure if it were for the better or worse, and that was the catch. But if I were going to do anything other than sit and cry everyday for Gohan, the least I could do was try to change things as best as I could.
For him and all of mankind in my future.
A future that was so ugly and so dark, my mother produced a time machine to send me back to the past to make sure that another reality didn't suffer the same fate. I agreed to try, I had do something. As it was my future was already dead in the literal sense. Life on the planet is useless and hope is for fools, nobody has use for it but I do. I have hopes that it will be me to save this future from becoming the wasteland of death and destruction that mine is. I hope that I who am helpless in my own time can be conducive to this one. But I'm going to need a lot of help. That's why I'm here.
The others look at me with distrust in their eyes and rightly so. I've come out of nowhere, my intentions still a mystery to them. All they know is that I'm waiting for Son Goku. I can't help but stare at two people that catch my interest. One of them is the younger version of my mentor, Gohan and the other is…my father. My father died before I could remember him so seeing him now was a great pleasure that I didn't realize I was abusing until he looked up and scowled.
"What are you staring at? If you are really a Saiyan then I shouldn't look so unusual."
Mom said he was uptight and mean. I should have known. I blushed and focused my attentions on Gohan. Even as a child he looked strong. I've been told he gets it from his father. But I've never met Son Goku, this would be my first time. I never saw him as a kid so his innocent face is new to me. In my time, he was always serious and rarely smiled. Who would? There was nothing to smile about. But if he could see me now…
Gohan is staring right back at me and blinking. I look away. Krillin mutters something to him that I don't quite catch and Gohan nods. They all have their suspicions about me. I smile inwardly.
I'm harmless. But they don't know that.
They trust me simply to see if I'm right about Goku coming back to this exact location in three hours. My mother is sitting on a rock near Krillin and Gohan moves over to speak to Piccolo. My mother is still the same as I remember her save for the terrible perm in her hair. She's still as beautiful as ever. She and my father are not together yet. And if all goes well and history hasn't changed too much, they would be in time. She is glancing at me every few seconds and whispering something in Krillin's ear. He looks at me then at Vegeta.
Ah, they see a resemblance. Me too, we do look a like and leave it to my mother figure that out. I get up and the sudden movement has everyone on their guard. I give them a reassuring smile that does nothing and reach into my pocket.
"Watch out everyone, he's pulling out something strange!" Yamacha cries, pointing at me.
I pull out a capsule and throw it to the ground. They back up and cover their eyes. I reach into the portable fridge that pops out and pull out a can of tab.
"I'm thirsty. I have some soda if you guys want any. I promise nothing is wrong with it, see?"
I open a can and take a sip watching their reactions. Krillin is the first to walk over to my fridge and reach for a soda.
That's it…take one.
He cautiously opens the tab and sips it with his eyes tightly shut. "Wow, this doesn't taste so bad!" He drinks in bigger gulps enjoying it.
Gohan comes over and grabs one as well. "You're right Krillin, this is good!" He drinks quickly and goes for another one.
"Help yourself I have more than enough. I bought it for this occasion. We are going to be waiting awhile and it is pretty hot."
"Oh you would!" Vegeta sneers. Sitting up on his rock he glares at me.
"First you come here and destroy Frieza like he was nothing more than a plaything, claim you are a Super Saiyan, then you offer these buffoons a drink? Oh how nice of you."
I only give him an understanding look in response. Mom said he was icy with his words and didn't care whose feelings he hurt most of the time. I'm used to being spoken to in worse ways. "Why don't you shut your arrogant ass Vegeta!" My mother shouts. She is a feisty one, always has been. My father glares at her and raises his fist. "I don't know if you remember who you're talking to but if you need a bright, searing reminder I will be more than glad to give it to you!"
Only he could look so serious in a pink shirt with the words 'Badman' stretched across the back. I almost smile at them. Two hotheads in one place, something had to give.
Bulma crosses her arms and throws Vegeta the finger. He ignores her and looks over at me. "Look at me one more time and Super Saiyan or not, I'm going to wipe that stupid grin off your face, you purple haired freak!" Ouch. That hurt. I cast my eyes downward and refrain from the urge to tell him off. He's such a bastard, but then again, I knew that so it shouldn't have surprised me like it did.
"Hey you, how much longer?" My mother smiles up at me.
I turned around and there she was right in front of me. I had been so busy analyzing the cracks in the Earth's terrain, I didn't see her approach.
"Me?" I ask stupidly and she winks. "Yeah you cutey, how much longer until Goku gets here?"
"I…."
I'm blushing obscenely now, trying to lean away from her smiling face. This is embarrassing. She's my mother! If she knew that she wouldn't be so close. Of course, I'm not going to tell her. "Uh…45 minutes." I stutter and she moves back. Thank goodness. That was too close for comfort. I hand a can of soda to her and she smiles up at me shyly. I close the fridge and sit on my rock to wait out the next 45 minutes.
I throw Gohan an inconspicuous glance and focus on him for the moment. He's a cute kid and as an adult he's beautiful. With his Saiyan armor he looks so diminutive but strong. They all came here to prepare to fight against Frieza. They came here to die. Nobody here is nearly strong enough do beat him. Not even Gohan or Vegeta. I don't know why the rest of them are here though.
Gohan is laughing at something Piccolo said, his smile lights up his face like a Christmas tree. The Gohan in my time never found anything worth smiling about. Occasionally I could get him to smile for me but that was rare. He had the prettiest smile I'd ever seen in my young life. He was handsome and charming and I did anything he asked me to. There wasn't anything I wouldn't do for him, he was my teacher and my best friend. It tore me apart to see him lying dead in the rain that day three years ago. I thought I would go insane from the agony, it hurt so bad I wanted to die. He was my only ally against the android, everyone else was dead. Now I was all alone and losing the battle against those terrible twins of death. My mother and I are among the city sized population of people left on the planet. At the rate things are going if I don't tell Goku what I have to tell him the planet in my time will have already been destroyed.
I stand up. Two more minutes.
The others stand up with and look up at the sky. "It's time." Gohan stood up especially quick, practically hovering in the air. In two minutes it would be time for me to see what was so great about Son Goku.
Everyone looked up expectantly and sure enough, two minutes later a small spark appeared in the distance. Goku's ship.
"I see him!"
The ship hurtled toward Earth and landed with a loud crash several yards away. "Oh!" The second it hit the ground feet thundered to the location all excite to see their savior.
Hn.
I joined them and flew to the ship, touching down a few feet away. They all anxiously awaited for the ship to open, the excitement so great they were leaning forward on their toes. Slowly the door of the ship hissed opens and seconds later, a dark head poked out and looked up. I couldn't help the gasp that left my mouth.
"Oh my god…."
TBC….
It's short I know, but that was initially the point. If you like where this is going, say so. I thought about this for a while and finally decided to pull it off. So here it is. The other chapters will be longer and there will be some Gohan/Trunks implications just so you know. Ja'ne.