(Here's another story, and the disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, as always. Enjoy and feel free to leave me a comment telling me what you think.)

Summary: AU. Young Gohan gets sent into the future when an accident occurs that involved a time machine, a peculiar purple-haired teen, and the child. Journey through various futures/ time lines as Gohan grows stronger and becomes older. With Androids and other various problems, such as his tail's reappearance, periods of amnesia, and unimaginable terrors, Gohan is going to have to face everything thrown his way, while keeping his "family" in tact. Eventual Pairing later on- way later on. Stronger/Smarter Gohan. (brotherly Gohan and Mirai Trunks).

Chapter 1: The Encounter with the Enigmatic Teen

His eyes glanced up at the sky, awaiting the very man that he was only described about. Two more hours. He turned to stare at the ground, fidgeting a bit. He anticipated who would arrive in that time. He wondered if the one he's going to help would be at all like he imagined.

His mind began to drift to his mother- the one who suggested this trip. She announced this journey as a journey for Hope, a hope for a better future, a hope for something other than the monsters they had to endure for years. She respected the man he was supposed to aid, and she was under the impression that he could change the entire course of events in the past.

All he had to do was to hand over the medicine, which will save the man from his demise, and everything would fix itself. From his mother's view, she was a hundred percent positive that this warrior could accomplish the feat in getting rid of those monsters. He was still slightly skeptical on the importance his mother held over this man's head, though.

He looked at the time again, and he shifted on the rock he sat upon.

He could have sworn that the medicine felt as if it was drilling a hole in his pocket, and he tried to cling to his mother's hope, but he had another. He wanted to see if he could find some kind of weak spot on the Androids, just so he could save the inhabitants of Earth from their terrible future and be positive that they'd be safe.

However, he knew that it was necessary to warn the man of the upcoming events, as he would do so when the man arrived, yet the man- the saiyan- was nowhere to be seen, and…

He blew out a breath, sensing the man far away, but nearing the planet quickly, but there was an even more pressing issue. Something- actually two somethings- were approaching Earth, and they were practically upon it. They were far ahead of the one he needed to assist. In fact, he knew that he'd never make it in time, especially when he glanced at his watch quickly.

It wasn't time, and he wouldn't succeed in making an appearance to stop the two power levels descending on Earth. The teen felt them closing in on his home, and he understood that they must have landed. He stood up; he couldn't sit back and allow these aliens the opportunity to destroy the planet.

. . . .

All of the Z Fighters had sensed the incoming KIs, and they all knew who they were going to have to face. They scrambled to get ready and head out to confront Frieza. Gohan slipped his saiyan armor on and ventured out of the house, meeting up with their medium-sized group.

Everyone was there; there was Krillin, Mr. Piccolo, Tien, Chiaotzu, Yamcha, Puar, Bulma, and even Vegeta. Unfortunately, there was a greater power level near Frieza, and then there was yet another impressive force. Everyone had hesitated from the amazing surge of energy erupting from the third person. The ground rumbled beneath their feet, causing Bulma to totter, fall, and let out a noise.

Gohan faced the direction that the source of enormous power erupted from, contributing the only logical explanation. "It might be my dad." That was the only person that came to mind, so he went with it despite Krillin's obvious suspicion. They sped ahead, everyone hurrying on their feet toward the commotion. They slowed to a halt in surprise, realizing something big unfolding in the distance.

"GET DOWN," was yelled out by Krillin just before a blast of air struck overhead from a powerful attack- an attack presumably dished out by Frieza. A few moments passed. Reaching their feet, the group focused on the ongoing fight a while away.

They were all sensing Frieza throwing blasts and attacking, but then, it abruptly stopped. Frieza's power level completely vanished, drawing out shocked faces from the group. For a while, they contemplated and conversed until Vegeta, who apparently didn't like the idea of another Super Saiyan, flashed off the ground, taking to the air.

The rest of the group were compelled to follow, including Gohan himself, and they flew after the swiftly moving full-blooded saiyan. They reached the battle when it was drawing to its conclusion, when the second strongest power fell at the hand of the blond teen before them. Most of them gaped at the scene- especially Gohan, who was the one to show the most emotion. He was completely stunned and admittedly nervous.

A blast shot through the other's body, definitely finishing him off when he exploded after the contact. The blond's arm swirled around and another pale beam exploded from the teen's hand, effectively disabling the ship below.

Gohan froze, mouth open, as his wide eyes met with eyes that were now currently bright blue, or perhaps that connection was just his imagination playing tricks on him. What really confused him, though, was what the teen said a moment later.

"I'm off to a place to meet Goku."

My father? Gohan questioned himself. How-

"Would you guys like to come? He should be here in a couple of hours."

. . . .

The teen led the way to the spot where he was instructed that Goku would land, giving the warriors of this time drinks for the long wait for the other super saiyan. He took a seat on a sturdy rock and couldn't help the way his eyes searched the group and traveled to all of them.

He paused at the woman of the group, and he saw the similarities of the one he grew up with. If he didn't know any better, he might have accidentally addressed her as "Mom." She was just so like his mother from his time, yet so different. They both had the same colored hair and the same shiny eyes, mostly. It was oddly reassuring to him.

His eyes drifted to land on his father, only to snap away from the piercing gaze he received. He decided to look at the others, less noticeably of course- or so he hoped. He observed the youngest demi-saiyan, the first person that he saw when he turned to the stares that he had felt on him after blowing up the ship.

He could tell that this mere child was his mentor from his time. He had to take a double take upon first looking over… He just could never get rid of the picture of his mentor's lifeless eyes, body drenched in more red than the water falling out of the sky.

He shook his head and thought back on the previous fight. He'd easily disposed of the aliens' henchmen, and he had locked his blue eyes on his original target- Frieza. He stared while he transformed, feeling the air whip around his form and witnessing the smug expression disappear from the alien's face. It was first replaced with terror, then it was shoved out by a deep fury. His musings were cut off after he spied his mother's counterpart's form nearby, and she started talking to him.

"You sure I don't know you?" She asked, bringing the can to her lips for a sip.

He squirmed faintly under the scrutiny. "No, I'm afraid not."

Her head tilted, shrugging it off. "Alright if you say so." She removed the can from her face for the second time, staring at the teen for a bit then turning to complain to Yamcha about something.

He released a sigh of relief, glad that the curious woman was paying no attention to him. The lavender-haired lad fixed his eyes on the top of his bent knee, attempting to ignore the heated gaze boring into his side. The hours could just not move fast enough, and even that was an understatement.

He had been so edgy about the whole situation- meeting the others, hoping that they didn't think too hard about who he was, and of course his father. His mother had warned him before he left about how his father was "different," but he was totally unlike how the teen visualized him as.

Just examining him from afar was making him tense. His father definitely noticed the looks, and he thoroughly pointed it out every time. The teen opted to continue to look at his knee, only a few times- more like a dozen times- glancing at his watch.

Eventually, his eyes found something in the distance, and it darted across the sky, crashing a little bit away. He nearly jumped up to escape all the looks his way, but he remained calm and rose to his feet to talk to the man.

. . . .

Gohan observed the stranger for a few moments and glanced away. He pondered how this apparent saiyan knew of his dad. He couldn't really comprehend how this teen gathered this information on his dad's appearance, even more so than the teen's proclamation on hearing about said man.

He had waited among the rest until he saw a space pod hurtle toward the ground. They rushed over to the large crater in earnest. Gohan wanted to attack his dad- not literally- and hug him for the first time in what seemed like forever.

He desperately wished to talk to his dad; however, the stranger was the first one to really speak face-to-face with him. He remained with the others, watching the interaction between the two saiyans, which escalated into them both being super saiyans.

Gohan watched in awe at the spectacle, forgetting his slight impatience momentarily. He wondered if he could ever be that strong. Then, he crept closer, in order to see their faces. He was close enough to recognize his dad's easygoing smile on his face when he turned his head a bit, and he saw his dad raise a few fingers to his forehead and grin like a buffoon, bringing a small smile to the young boy's face. Gohan thought he heard something about Instant Transmission, but he wasn't totally sure if he heard that correctly; he could only guess.

The teen had blinked at whatever else Goku was saying, and Gohan still wasn't close enough to actually hear anything. Goku put his right hand down, same grin plastered to his face. Gohan debated on making the journey over, but he decided that it was unneeded.

If his dad wanted to tell him it, then he would, and Gohan wasn't going to get into their business, so he ventured away, studying rock formations and keeping himself occupied for the time being. He made it pretty far out, and he was about to head back when he observed an object, which caught his attention.

He cautiously inched toward the giant contraption. He flew up to study the top of it, touching back to the ground and placing a hand along the side of it afterward. He concentrated on the feel of the machine, fingers skimming along the outside to brush along something that resembled a button.

The top of the object began to open, allowing Gohan to jump into the seat and marvel at the technology within it. Wow, just… Wow. He hid an amused laugh and just stared. This… whatever it was, was just amazing- spectacular- ginormous really. He had once read a book about advanced technology, as ordered by his mom, and it had vaguely interested him at that time, but this real life machine had his complete attention. He examined all of the buttons and anything else he could find.

In fact, he looked underneath the seat just to see if something else rested there, even though he only saw an open area. His eyes went back to scanning the complicated machine and its buttons, compelling him to reach out and touch one.

The sturdy machine seemed to hum underneath the boy, and he pressed the button once more, which ended the hum. He studied the other buttons, and he determined some of their actions just by looking at them. He reached forward, as if to push another, but found himself hesitating. He paused and listened to his surroundings.

He knew for certain that he had heard a rock roll along the ground. He slowly withdrew himself from the seat and peered over the edge of the entrance. When he saw nothing in sight, he moved to pick himself up out of the machine because he still felt someone heading his way. For a second, nothing happened when he tried to get out.

The next thing that occurred was a sharp pain in his ankle, which was stuck somehow between the seat and wall or maybe the floor, and he felt the ankle twist, and his body smashed back down. The back of his head collided with something extremely hard, leading to a darkness taking over Gohan after a whirlwind of color flashed into his vision.

He thought he felt the machine hum and begin to float upward, rising up into the air. His stomach churned and his skin began to feel as if it were burning as he was met with utter darkness.

. . . .

He opened his eyes slowly, a shooting pain at the back of his head and confusion the only thing he could register. He squinted around the dimly lit object he found himself within, and he lifted himself up through the difficult ache and the spinning machine. Somehow, he finally made it to solid ground and turned to the place he just escaped from.

He had no idea what that thing was or where he was. He drew his hands up to rub his head, warily. Nothing appeared familiar to him, not even the thing he was imprisoned in when he awoke. His hands fell to his side as the ruins around him swirled. He glanced at his swaying feet, and he caught the yellow and green of his outfit and frowned.

He brought up his hands again and felt around. He withdrew a hat from his head and frowned even more at it. He let his hands return to his side after placing the orange hat back on. He was truly puzzled, especially when something brushed against his arm. He physically jumped and looked over his shoulder to find the person who had touched him.

When he was met with no one, he furrowed his brow and turned back to gazing forward. Then, he felt the fleeting touch another time, and he tensed up, stiffly forcing his head, so he could see his left arm. He waited for movement, and he gaped when he observed something brown brush along his arm. His dark eyes were grew wide and were drawn to the moving appendage on his backside.

He reached out and poked it. The freely moving brown thing continued its movement, undeterred by the boy's prodding. He hesitated about letting the thing leave his sight, but the thing didn't seem too alarming and dangerous- it was the only thing he liked about his situation and liked was almost too much of a strong word.

He glanced around at the setting and just grew more bewildered. He pushed himself to walk to his left, in hope in finding something recognizable. Unfortunately, the boy probably should have traveled to the right because he wouldn't have missed the strange purple-haired teen from before.

Soon his feet started to drag, and his eyelids drooped. He just wanted to fall asleep, but he found nothing comfortable or soothing in the environment, so he keep trudging ahead. He continued on his way, barely finding his way across a small stream without falling.

He jumped across the rocks to the other side, stomach tightening right away from the effort. The confused stumbling boy kept going. Nothing was recognizable- nothing made sense. He just didn't know anything, and he was pretty sure that if someone asked him for his name, he wouldn't be able to tell them.

In the distance, he heard explosions, and he saw smoke and flames rising up from a city. The explosions made the ground shudder, and Gohan basically panicked. He ran as swiftly as he could, stumbling and having to pick himself up from the ground multiple times. The noises and rattling increased, even if Gohan tried to put more distance away from him and the disaster occurring in the city.

He ducked underneath a rock ledge and hid himself in a ball, the brown thing acting as yet another barrier against the chaos that sent chills down Gohan's spine. Every explosion sent his head throbbing. What made everything so bad was the increasing pain all over his body and the fear that resided there revolving around the unknowing and the burning city below.

The noise was cut off as sleep overtook him suddenly.

. . . . . . . . . .

(UNNEEDED PART, but it can still be read:

The blond male stared at the figure before him with a calm expression on his face- which was reflected in his teal colored eyes. He had managed to easily disarm and dispose of the alien's henchmen, and now he had his eyes set right on his original Target, who seemed to take a step back.

The now recently turned blond watched as the other fighter's so smug expression faltered and a flash of fear darted into his red eyes to disappear a moment later. The alien's hands clenched tightly. Not another one... It just can't be! But... Those eyes.

He felt the undeniable feeling of dread creep into him. It was just like on that pathetic burning planet- no, he refused to be beaten by another one, even if it wasn't one of those previous monkeys! Anger gripped him. He was the ruler - the emperor- of the universe. No one could measure up to Lord Frieza!

With that, his hand snapped up; he was going to end this creature and wreak his revenge on the one that caused him so much annoyance. He'd destroy this world, everything that the monkey loved, and finally obliterate that damn thing that dared to cross his path and make a fool out of him.

He instantly felt the energy flow toward his fingertips, moving further to spread out into the open air. Understanding full well what this blast could do, he continued to fuel the yellow-orange sphere, cracking a laugh. There was no way this one would get away, and even without the miserable planet, Frieza would destroy the man- who happened to be on his way.

The giant blast shot from his hands, heading straight for the young warrior, who showed no sign of being remotely frightened. Enraging the ruler of the universe, Frieza moved forward on his own account, ignoring his father's advice from before.

They shouldn't blow up the planet yet, but he couldn't take his almost defeat, and he didn't particularly enjoy the nuisance in front of him informing him that he would eliminate Frieza. What a laughable concept- at least in Freiza's brain. However, just as the Supernova struck its desired target, it began to rise from the ground.

The alien's eyes widened upon the appearance of the blond fighter beneath, hand outstretched and supporting the ball that had once leveled - and even blew up- Planet Vegeta. As he hovered in the air, the teen rose as well, flinging the sphere into the atmosphere.

Not a second later, the young man disappeared from view, and Frieza received a sharp pain that began at his head and filled into the rest of his body. He watched the blond-haired being split in two, his body slowly numbing, but not fast enough to cease the new erupting pain.

His eyes located the haunting teal eyes, and he could have sworn he was back on Namek. That was one of the last things he saw because the next was a burst of light. The blond's gaze flickered to the larger powered being and settled his pristine sword.

Despite the promises and everything else, with a few precise movements and almost getting harmed, the teen finished off the second alien- whoever he may be. King Cold or something like that, no doubt- especially with naming his son "Frieza."

Two blasts ended the taller figure, and the ship was ruined directly after. Smoke rose up into the air from the destroyed spaceship.)


(Next Time or Chapter: The Flickers that Make Him Realize. - i might not always name a chapter, it depends...

Notes:

This is an idea that has been playing in my head forever, so I decided to actually start writing it down. The beginning of this is definitely similar to the episode involving MT and Frieza, but it'll be different. As for the various timelines, I decided to create them as Alternative Universes. I've have most of this story summed up in my head, but I can always add something in for you, just ask. As for the pairing, it will be much later on, basically when Gohan's like sixteen ("17" HBTC). There will be fight scenes, which I can't seem to write exactly like my mind pictured, but I'm aiming at getting better.

Longest notes ever, but finally I'm done. Hope you give this one a shot! Oh, I have the second chapter written already if you want me to put that up.)