Summary- Was he destined to fail? Was there a purpose in life in such a dark and hopeless time? This is the story of THE epic battle against the androids and how Gohan managed to survive. Mirai timeline.
A/N- I just felt like writing this and I have not given up on my other fics. I hope you all enjoy and please leave a review! This has nothing to do with my enormous story Bleak Future. This takes place in the Mirai timeline. Enjoy.
Dismal Destiny
No matter what direction one looked in, all one could see was a wasteland. Just an hour ago, this wasteland used to be a thriving metropolis bustling with important people trying to get to meetings and work, people strolling down streets, and the noises of the city. What was once a large city with a respectable skyline was now turned to rubble. What was not so evident was that a large battle had taken place. Unfortunately this city became a battle ground of epic proportions. The only discernable feature of this wasteland was a young boy staring at what appeared to be a body. There were actually a several bodies scattered across the ground. However there was only one body the boy was staring at. A young boy, age 9, was crying over a fallen warrior, his master and best friend, Piccolo. Ignoring the bruises and cuts the young boy had, all that truly hurt was the pain of losing his friends and master. Each tear that fell from his face and landed on this fallen warrior had a story, a lesson learned or a moment of happiness in his life. It was like the happiness that had built up in his life was pouring out of his body. The boy continued to sniffle and cry over what was no more.
What was once an ordinary trip into the city to gather supplies to bring back to Mt. Paozu where the boy lived ended up being a catastrophe. The boy's mother, Chi Chi and her son went to the city early that morning to try to stock up for the upcoming winter. Living in the mountains had its advantages, but one disadvantage was that it was hard to haul back food for massive appites, clothes, and emergency supplies that were required because weather conditions sometimes made it virtually impossible to stock up. None of that mattered anymore however.
Before this massacre took place, the boy and his mother were at the grocery store purchasing food when they heard what appeared to be an explosion and screams of pain and fear. The boy immediately ran outside against his mother's wishes to see what the commotion was about. Naturally being the son of such an accomplished warrior and hero, the boy wanted to follow in his footsteps. Once outside, what he saw was unbelievable. The tallest skyscraper in the city was falling towards the ground as if it were snapped like a toothpick. There was a huge blast that fractured the entire skyscraper. The top two thirds fell to the ground and created a loud boom. Frighten citizens of ran for cover as another loud blast occurred in the opposite direction of the first fallen building. Instinctively, the boy looked around trying to figure out what was happening. Thankfully both of the blasts were some distance away from where they were shopping.
Not sure what to do, the boy used the skills he acquired through his master. He closed his eyes and tried to sense out what was happening. The two blasts were either from explosives from a planned attack or from what he thought, people using ki to create powerful energy blasts because of the distance and the nature of each blast. The boy immediately ran back inside to find his frighten mother holding onto the cart full of supplies in a daze.
"Mom! I have to see what is happening!" The boy said somewhat scared although wanting to follow in his father's footsteps.
After hearing his son's voice, she came to her senses. She had a very worried look her face. Something was not right. Something was out of place. "Be careful son."
The 9 year old boy nodded his head and ran out of the store to assess the situation. Once outside, he lifted his body into the air. He wasted no time to get as high as he could to see the city in its entirety. Once above the tallest buildings in the city, he noticed that the actual tallest building was no longer standing. He saw huge flames engulf what was left of the building and saw people scrambling to get as far away as possible. He looked in the other direction and saw several buildings reduced to rubble. He knew many had died in the explosion. Flames were engulfing the surrounding area. He tried to look for the culprit. He scanned the ground trying to figure out whom or what was doing this. After a minute of searching he began to grow frustrated not finding anything. He continued to scan but another loud explosion happened. He immediately looked in the direction it was coming from. What he saw was horrifying. A mushroom cloud was forming from a massive explosion. This explosion was far larger than the last two. He immediately began to fly towards the explosion. Once he got to close, the heat began to become too much. He stopped and circled the explosion area to see what was causing this. Still nothing.
Another minute later, a loud explosion rocked the city. The boy perked up and looked in the direction of the explosion. It occurred where he was a few minutes ago. A growing appalling feeling began to grow in his chest. A lump in his throat made itself apparent. That was where his mother just was. He wasted no time and began to fly towards where his mother once was. Using his sensing ability, he tried to sense his mother. Unfortunately it was trying to find a needle in a haystack as there were several people screaming and yelling running away from the explosion. It was a calamity. He landed and saw what was left of the grocery store he was just at minutes ago and began to fear the worst. The feeling in his chest was growing. A tear began to fall as he saw nothing left of the store. Trying to think of what his father would do, there was no time to cry as he needed to stay strong and hope for the best. He had to act fast.
He looked into the air still searching for the culprit. His eyes grew as he saw two dots in the sky. He leaped into the sky and flew towards them. The two dots became discernable as he began to make out two people. The two people, one a young man with long black hair and the other a young woman with blond hair noticed the boy coming towards them. Once close enough he leveled out and met eye to eye.
The two looked at him with interest. The boy continued to stare at them realizing that these two much of have been the culprit. He became baffled as he couldn't sense any life force from these two people. Within seconds, the unknown young man and woman began to smirk.
"You must be Gohan." The young man said with a growing smirk.
The 9 year old boy, Gohan, became even more confused. "What do you want and why have you come here?" Gohan yelled with anger evident in his voice ignoring his greeting.
The young man and woman looked at each other and then back at the Gohan. The young blacked haired man floated slightly closer to Gohan.
"We came to kill your dad" he said. Gohan's eyes twitched at the mention of his father. Just like every enemy that they have encountered, they were after his father.
"He's dead!" Gohan yelled hoping they would just go back to where they came from.
The young man and young woman looked at each other confused. The sole reason they existed was to kill somebody that didn't exist? Something was wrong.
"He was killed by a heart virus one year ago!" Gohan yelled. The two continued to look at each other confused.
After a minute of silence, Gohan looked towards his right. He felt a strong power headed towards him. Within seconds, a warrior with a long white cape flew in front of Gohan. His master and long time friend had arrived. He looked towards his left and saw two others arrive. Yamcha and Krillin, his father's old friends had arrived. Once again, he felt a power level headed towards him. This power was stronger than he had ever felt before. Off in the distance he saw a light glowing getting closer and closer.
"Vegeta!" Gohan said as a smile began to appear on his face. Finally somebody with great power would help us out.
Vegeta, a warrior who was considered an enemy to most had came to help. Finally achieving super saiyan status, the warrior smirked as he saw the young man and woman stare at him. Gohan stared at him in awe. He managed to do what his father did years before.
"Finally some action on this pathetic dirtball!" Vegeta said with excitement. Vegeta turned to Gohan. "What happened here boy?" Gohan sighed.
"You can see! They killed mom…" Gohan said as he looked down. Everybody that arrived looked at Gohan surprised and saddened.
That was all in the past though as Gohan was brought back to reality. The boy sat there on the wasteland thinking about the events prior. Gohan fought the urges to remember the gruesome battle that had just taken place. He continued to sob uncontrollably attempting to come to terms at what had just happened. Were all of his friends dead, maimed in battle against two killer monsters? After several minutes of continued sobbing, the young boy managed to get to his feet beside his master. Another wave of tears came when he saw all of his friends scattered across the ground lifeless.
Krillin, the most powerful human fighter, couldn't even lay a hand on the ruthless monsters. He fell all too fast even with the help of all the other warriors including Vegeta. Yamcha and Tien were scorch in one of the monster's blasts. Even Chiaotzu attempted to destroy one of the androids by self destructing, a skill he tried to use against Nappa years before, but once again failed. Vegeta and Piccolo witnessed the warrior's will and honor as he gave up his life for others.
After an intense duel, Piccolo, one of the greatest warriors, attempted to save his pupils life, once again, by throwing his damaged body in front of a huge blast and was singed and disfigured because of it. His last words were 'you made me proud Gohan' and with a meek smile, he passed on.
What was most unexpected in today's massacre was what Vegeta did. Vegeta watched the powerful warrior, Piccolo fall to his ground after he managed to successfully prevent his pupil, the boy, from being obliterated by the blast. The blast was clearly aimed at the boy and to Vegeta's surprise, even though it was done before when he was the enemy, the Namekian gave up his life so easily for the pipsqueak. Vegeta watched the boy crawl up to the fallen warrior sobbing. Unfortunately, Vegeta knew that there was no time for emotions even though this fallen warrior struck an emotional nerve deep inside of Vegeta. The only two warriors that existed were now himself and the boy? It was then, Vegeta turned his head towards the androids. Is this really it? Are we all doomed?
Vegeta attempted to do hand to hand combat with the monster which proved to be a surprise for the unknown warrior who had just killed all of earth's forces. The unknown fighter was even more surprised when he was kicked in the stomach and sent flying towards the ground. However as the minutes passed in the battle, the unknown fighter began to have the upper hand.
Gohan who had now decided to look up and put his emotions to the side, looked up in the sky and with his stained tearful eyes, he watched Vegeta try his best against one of the two fighters. Even trying his best in super saiyan form, he couldn't manage to put any significant damage into the monster. He fell from the sky after a hard kick to his back but managed to land on his feet next to Gohan. The unknown fighter also landed just meters away next to the unknown woman. Strangely enough, the two didn't engage in another round of kicks and punches but instead looked on with interest on one another.
Vegeta turned his head to the boy who was standing right next to his master's body. Gohan avoided direct eye contact. After a brief moment of staring, he turned his head back to the fighter who attacked him. After what seemed an eternity, the unknown fighter put up his defense for another round. Gohan looked on wondering if he should intervene and help Vegeta. He was surprised to see Vegeta not putting up a defense. Had he given up?
"Boy." Vegeta stated plainly. Gohan perked up and looked at Vegeta. Was he talking to him? He decided to respond.
"Uh, yes Vegeta?" Gohan asked with interest. The Saiyan warrior rarely spoke to him even in situations like these. Gohan was now very curious what was on Vegeta's mind. He continued to stare at Vegeta even though Vegeta didn't take his eyes off of the unknown fighter.
After a minute, Vegeta decided to take a risk and turned his head towards Gohan. Surprisingly, he began to walk the few steps to the boy. Vegeta bent down towards the boy. Gohan stared up at Vegeta's eyes. A tear began to form in Vegeta's eyes which stunned the boy. The cold dark eyes were glistening with something so alien to him, emotions. Gohan had never seen this in all the time he knew Vegeta. With each passing second the tear continued to grow and before he knew it, the tear began to trail down his face and cheek.
Vegeta, attempting to control his emotions, realized it was futile because of his time he spent on earth which had unexpectedly softened him. Putting that thought aside, he knew it was time. The tear continued to roll down his face and for the first time, the tear penetrated the rough emotionless skin on his cheek turning it into a soft emotional skin. The sensation of the tear left a trail of emotions. The small stream of emotions poured out having been built up inside for the past several years that he spent on Earth. The woman, his son, and what one could now say, his friends created these emotions and made him soft. The single tear continued to his chin and with a few seconds, it built up and began to freefall. It landed on Gohan's forehead as if it was an emotional transfer from warrior to warrior, something that never happened, not with a warrior trained to kill and not think anything of it. Gohan felt the tear hit his head. For the first time that he knew, Vegeta had shown his feelings and he wasn't just a cold hearted killer.
Vegeta, putting aside the emotional display he had just had decided to continue to say what he wanted to say. "Please train my son." Vegeta said slowly in a voice Gohan had never heard from Vegeta. It was full of emotion. He had never asked the boy to do anything of significance before. He wanted the son of his most hated enemy to train his son? Gohan continued to stare into those cold deep eyes which flickered in the light of day because of the buildup of tears.
He continued to go on. "Train my son and tell him that his father will always be proud of him." Gohan digested these words into his soul realizing that he had a purpose now. After such a dark and horrible battle, Gohan had already begun to accept that he was going to fall here like all of the other great warriors. He had given up. Now he had a purpose to stay alive and fulfill.
It was then Vegeta whispered something into Gohan's ear. Gohan made it out to be that he needed to run and hide once Vegeta began battle again. Vegeta turned back to the unknown fighter and realized his time was now.
"But… What about you?" Gohan asked not completely understanding what Vegeta was going to do. Was he about to fight for others? Was he about to give up his life for his enemy's son?
Ignoring the boy's question, Vegeta began to put up a defense. Gohan decided that it was pointless to ask questions and decided to do exactly what Vegeta had asked. He said to not only run and hide, but to stay hidden and train his son. He had a purpose to fulfill.
Gohan stepped back realizing that the battle was about to take place. After a few steps, Vegeta's head twitched. Gohan took note of this wondering what was happening inside Vegeta's head.
"One more thing." Vegeta said rather quickly without even taking his eyes of the unknown fighter. Gohan looked up to the back of Vegeta's head wondering what else he had to say.
"Tell- tell Bulma that I love her and she will always be in my heart."
Another tear fell from Vegeta's eye unbeknownst to the boy. Gohan watched the back of Vegeta when a small glistening dot fell from the top of Vegeta. It landed on the ground between Vegeta's feet. Gohan saw it as more tears began to fall from his own two eyes. In all honesty, he didn't know the word love existed in Vegeta's vocabulary. Vegeta not only gave a tear for his son he spent almost no time with and his, for lack of better terms, his wife? Completely stunned that Vegeta would use that word, Gohan backed off to not only give Vegeta some emotional space but space for the battle. The cold hearted Saiyan Gohan knew showed something that was foreign to him.
Brought back to reality, Gohan continued to stand on his feet trying to think of what he should do next. Everyone was dead. After thinking over what had happened within the last hour, the battle, what Piccolo did, what Vegeta said, he now had a destiny. The boy, putting away his tears, knew that he had act. He picked up the lifeless body of Piccolo and walked over to the body of Krillin. He picked up what was left of Krillin and began to lift in the air. Keeping his emotions built up inside, he knew he didn't have time to sob and cry over the bodies. He flew towards the mountains in the west. He knew where to go, to Capusle Corp. and explain the situation to Bulma.
Please train my son. It replayed in Gohan's mind over and over again. The boy he knew as Trunks, Vegeta's son, was to be trained. How? Gohan didn't know exactly where to begin. The boy was only a year old and he was only 9. He would have to wait until he could get to his own two feet. Gohan continued to fly at a slower pace than usual because of the two warriors he was holding. How will Bulma take it? Will she even want me to train his son? Gohan continued to try to rationalize his thoughts realizing that training Trunks might be tougher than he thought. Please train my son. It was on his mind. He would do the one thing Vegeta asked of him. The boy was half saiyan like himself, so he had to do it. It was in his blood. No matter, he had a destiny now.
A/N- Thank you for reading. Should I go on? I was thinking of a Trunks Gohan friendship bond during the Mirai time or I could end it here and keep it nice and sweet. I am inclined to continue though.