Disclaimer: Dragonball is property of Akira Toriyama. I'm just writing this fanfiction for fun and am not earning any money with his.

A/N: I've been thinking about doing this for a long time already… These drabbles will be about moments in the Lost Warrior Saga (Part I-III) that you won't find in the story, but mostly in the years between. I don't know, how regularly my updates will be, but seeing as those drabbles won't be long, I think I'll be able to write them as soon as I get new ideas. They might help me to relieve some stress during university without having to dedicate all my time to a new chapter for another story, which will take up much more time. But don't worry, I won't forget my other story! Those drabbles might also get me back into writing mood, when I'm about to start a new chapter of TLW-AR (just like now).

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Won't happen again

December 29, 2026

Usually, someone wouldn't expect to find him at a bar, sitting at the counter and nursing a drink. But tonight he had felt as if the atmosphere at home would have suffocated him, if he had stayed any longer. The happy-go-lucky expression on his face had slipped every so often that day, as he had watched her and pondered about what might have been.

A few days ago, his daughter, his only daughter, had almost died.

Again.

He had needed to get out of the house for a while, but at the same time, he hadn't wanted to be entirely alone. So, when his feet had carried him through the streets and his eyes had fallen on the bar, he had gone in there without even hesitating for a second.

The room was filled with smoke and smell of alcohol. Music coming from an old speaker in a corner filled the air, almost drowned by the talking and drinking costumers.

Here, he wasn't alone, but he also wasn't bothered by anyone, leaving him lost in his thoughts.

He would never forget the shudder that had gone down his spine, when she had been stabbed by that knife and he had been forced to witness her apparently losing battle against the poison cursing through her veins.

He would never forget how he had wanted to cry, as he had seen her there, on the ground, face pale and too weak to stay awake. His heart had nearly stopped, when her eyes had fallen shut. The fear that he had lost her stronger than ever before.

And yet, she had made it. The third time in her life, she had beaten death, even though the odds had once again been against her.

The first time, in her first battle, her death had been prophesized. She had almost given up, but then she had taken her destiny into her own hands and not only killed Fieldner, but also cheated the prophecy.

The second time, she had almost died by Buu's hands. All those years, they had wondered who had saved her, and also inevitably their lives, and now they knew. The one, who had saved her back then, had almost killed her a few days ago. Her own daughter.

She had turned evil, fought against her family and most importantly her own mother. The poison had nearly killed two persons and both had survived, even though it should have been deadly.

He wondered, when her luck would run out.

Three close calls, three times in a situation, where they would have lost her forever. Without any chance to bring her back to life. And three times, he hadn't been able to protect her, his only daughter. He couldn't let that happen again.

While staring that the bottom of his now empty glass, he only noticed out of his peripheral vision, how a tall blond man sat down on the stool next to him.

"The same as usual, Vince?" the bartender asked the newcomer.

The man simply nodded and just a moment later, Goku saw that he had a glass with dark liquid standing in front of him.

Turning his full attention back to his own glass and his worries, he almost forgot the other man, until he suddenly spoke. His voice was deep and strong, filled with conviction.

"It won't happen again."

He looked up sharply, as the other man voiced the thoughts he'd had just moments before. Black eyes met blue eyes, both mirroring the same intense fire and determination.

They won't let it happen again.