Roses are red violets are blue I don't own dragon ball so lawyers don't sue.

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Character Ages

Andrew: 7

Pan: 7

Trunks: 8

Bra: 7

Goten: 8

Marron: 8

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Prologue Part 1: Survivors Guilt

The world shook, and the heavens erupted in a blue light streaking from a tiny little mud ball called earth. Within this light was a creature, much like a demon in human form. Janemba was disintegrating, screaming his dying words at the young boy below him. Andrew was walking forward, a determined look on his face, his left arm hanging in front of him in tatters. His right arm was thrust forward towards the disappearing form of his nemesis. Lightning crackled around him as he made his way slowly to the edge of the crater created by him and Janemba. With one last furious roar, Janemba disappeared from existence, his Ki disappearing with the Kamehameha wave that consumed him.

It was finally over for Andrew. He stood there panting for a moment as the light died out in front of him, leaving a broken landscape before him. His eyes rolled up into his skull and reverted from onyx to gold, and his spiky onyx locks seemed to deflate as they reverted back to their natural shade of black. He collapsed onto his back, his destroyed left arm lying at an odd angle with the bone poking out of the large hole in his shoulder. His red tank top was shredded, barely concealing the well-developed form so unnatural for a 7 year old boy.

It seemed that for a moment that the world froze. Nobody moved. The rest of the Z fighters who were now scattered about the battlefield just stared in awe and disbelief at the fallen boy. Andrew lay there panting for a few seconds, and it was his hollow, quiet laugh that brought the others out of their stunned state. They stirred into action suddenly, rushing to his side as they realized how badly he'd been hurt.

A Few Minutes Later at the Lookout…

"ANDREW!" yelled the Earth's guardian frantically. Dende rushed to the side of his friend's adopted son. He collapsed at his side as Piccolo dropped him from his shoulders to the tiles of the lookout. The older fighter was still in a state of shock, but he was doing his best to remain in control of himself in this situation. Dende ran his panic filled eyes over them both, mortified at how badly they had come out of this one.

"Dende please, calm down and focus! Okay?" Said Yamcha urgently before his tone changed to a softer one, "He's unconscious but he's still alive. Can you help him? Please, he doesn't have a lot of time left before it's too late." The scarred face of Yamcha was contorted in fear and what appeared to be nausea at he looked at the adopted son of his one-time rivals' son. Dende looked back at Andrew and began fully taking in his friends' injuries with as calm a mind as he could. He was a mess.

His face had several cuts, one of which looked like it was over a particularly nasty skull fracture. His legs were severely bruised and Dende could tell that there were multiple fractures. Several of his ribs were most definitely broken or cracked, one of them evidently puncturing a lung, judging by the blood flowing from his mouth with each ragged breath, and there were more bruises and small cuts that could be counted. But worst of all was the horrendous amount of damage done to his left arm. The muscles around the shoulder were disintegrated and burned away completely, and he could see his shoulder was out of its shattered socket, with the bone sticking out of the open wound as dark red blood oozed out onto the lookout tile. More than that, Dende could tell that the bones of his arm were borderline pulverized, and the ligaments and tendons were all shredded if they were that at all. Needless to say, this would be particularly hard, given his still limited knowledge on healing. He'd put together cuts and punctures, even severe burns and the gaping hole that had been left in Vegeta's chest on namek all those years ago, but for all intents and purposes, this arm was finished. There just wasn't anything there to put back together anymore, and creating flesh and sinew was a different prospect altogether. Had he not the ability to heal as well as he could, there would have been no hope for the boy at all.

"Yamcha I can heal him…. I think." He began hesitantly he gulped past his nerves. "He's going to have some permanent damage to his arm, how severe I don't know. I think I can give him full use of it, but at the very minimum he's going to have a scar there. There's nothing I can do about that, this is just too much! I just can't recreate his arm, I have to replicate it using what's there, and there's not much for me to work with…. the rest of the damage, I think I can make disappear, but it will take a little time, and more than one attempt, I think. You might want to get his mother up here so that I can explain what's going on."

"No need Dende, Tien is on his way to get Videl." Yamcha said with a grimace. "I don't envy the man, I can only imagine what she is going to do. Krillin is stopping by Korin's I think we took the only senzus ready for use when we found out about Janemba. The others should be here soon. Gohan and Vegeta didn't make it, and everyone else is in bad shape… But help Andrew first, we need to keep him alive!"

His voice was grave, and his expression was downcast as he watched Dende get to work. The guardian began, pushing his energy out through his hands, focusing on the giant wound in his shoulder, daring to hope he had the skill to do it. He could sense the sinew and muscles starting to replicate and attach under his influence, and with a sickening pop, the shoulder popped back into its newly repaired socket. The muscle began to expand, and flow together, closely followed by skin, sealing in the wound and creating a large pearly white scar where the new skin had to be formed. The smaller cuts began to flow back together, and his breathing evened out as his punctured lung wove back together. Suddenly Dende felt himself slipping into heavy fatigue and cut the flow of energy before darkness swallowed him. He breathed heavily and leaned on his hands, trying to steady himself, "I can't continue right now Yamcha. I'm out of energy, and his injuries are too severe for me to heal in one go."

He looked up with a tired expression to meet the stares of several people. Yamcha was still staring at the tiles between his feet silently holding back his sobs at the loss of one of his best friends. Krillin was there with an unconscious Android 18 cradled in his arms bridal style as he gazed upon the still form of Andrew with what was definitely regret in his eyes. Piccolo stood in the back of the group, eyes shut, and arms crossed as he stood there sensing for more Ki. Tien had arrived as well and sat back on his haunches with his face hidden from view behind his large hands. But the one-person Dende feared most at the moment was staring straight at him, tears in her eyes and the fiercest glare she could manage lining her face, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T HEAL HIM?! MY LITTLE BABY GOT HURT AND YOU CAN'T HEAL HIM?! YOU'RE KAMI FOR…. FOR YOUR SAKE! OH, WHERE IS THAT MAN?! WHERE IS MY HUSBAND?! I TOLD HIM TO PROMISE ME THAT ANDREW WOULDN'T FIGHT, AND NOW LOOK!"

Everyone present tensed as they heard those words. Videl looked from Dende's shocked expression to the others, who suddenly noticed some fancy new patterns in the plain white tile between their feet. Piccolo stepped in at this point, his face grave and his eyes showing something that few had ever seen before: Pity. Pity for a woman who did not yet know her husband was dead. He started gently. "Videl, listen. What I'm about to tell you will not be easy for you to hear." Videl stopped and looked at Piccolo with a death glare. He swallowed past the lump that suddenly formed in his throat and continued, "Videl your husband - Gohan… He didn't make it. He sacrificed himself to save us all. Janemba killed him after he used instant transmission to take that… monster away. Janemba couldn't beat Andrew so he decided to self-destruct, taking the planet with him. Gohan took him elsewhere, but Janemba came back, and Gohan was gone. Andrew nearly lost everything when Janemba returned, but in the end, he was destroyed for good. We paid a terrible price. Gohan is dead, and Andrew nearly joined them."

Videl's face dropped the glare as soon as Piccolo started his speech. She knew what was coming as soon as it began but was still caught off guard when she heard the news. She promptly fainted when he finished and realized that it wasn't some sort of cruel joke, and Tien barely catching her before she hit the floor. Piccolo looked to Dende and instantly made up his mind what their course of action should be, "Dende, get Andrew to one of the rooms up here, we need to get him him back up on his feet. I don't care how long it takes. The rest of us -", he turned and looked at the group, who picked up their heads to look at the Namekian, "We are going to go collect the dragon balls from Bulma. We have two wishes to make, and I can think of what they should be already. We need to wish everyone back who Janemba took from us. We're going to have to figure out what to do with Gohan though. He can't be wished back by Shenron since it would be his second time. But I have a idea, and I think that Andrew will realize it when he awakens as well."

The mood seemed to lighten instantly at the mentioning of the Dragon Balls. No matter how dark the times got for them, they always found a way to make it right again. It was something that their lives had been privileged with, and it was all due to a certain spiky-haired Saiyan they'd all come to love over time. The whole group stood with a new fire in their eyes. Leaving Android 18 in the hands of the little guardian and Mr. Popo, they took off to West City and Capsule Corp to make things right.

SEVERAL HOURS LATER…

Mr. Popo and Dende had already moved Videl and Andrew to beds within the lookout. Both were still unconscious when the Z fighters had returned, this time with a very frantic Bulma.

Krillin brought forward a large bag and emptied its contents onto the floor of the lookout, revealing the seven Dragon Balls that Bulma had the habit of collecting now, "Well guys, what do you say we do this? No time like the present right?"

He glanced at Piccolo, who shook his head at the monk, "Not until Andrew gets here. Dende is working on Andrew right now, and judging by the kid's Ki, he's about to be coming around. He needs to be here for this. We owe it to him to add his own input, considering he's the one who took Janemba down."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the entire Z-gang felt the boy's Ki level out. They all turned their heads expectantly towards the building in the center of the lookout, where Andrew emerged next to a very exhausted looking Dende, clutching his left side and favoring his right leg. He was wearing his red traditional tank top and blue jeans. In spite of the severity of his injuries, his face lit up into a weak smile as he took in the gang and the dragon balls lying before them. The Z fighters let out a collective sigh of relief at seeing him alive and moving under his own power. He coughed lightly once and said with a surprisingly cheery tone, "Hey guys! Sorry I took so long, that demon bit off a bit more than I expected huh?"

The gang all laughed except for Piccolo, who just smirked at the bit of dark humor. Even in the gravest of situations, he still had his adopted father's ability to make the situation seem just a bit less grim. Piccolo was the first to break the following silence, "You had us all worried their kid. Glad to see you up on your feet. This time, you get to do this. Summon Shenron, you've earned that right."

Andrew nodded and limped over to the group to stand in front of the Dragon Balls. He looked expectantly over to Dende, who simply nodded and went over to check on Android 18, who was beginning to stir. Andrew looked down upon the Dragon Balls, summoned the strength in his voice, and spoke the words to summon the dragon, "Eternal dragon! By your name I summon you forth: Shenron!"

The dragon balls glowed Golden, and the sky began to darken. Lightning jumped from one ball to the others before shooting up into the sky and taking the form of Shenron. The dragon looked down upon the Z fighters and spoke in a low rumbling voice that vibrated everyone down to their bones, "I have been summoned! State your two wishes."

Andrew looked back at the Z-fighters and got the silent consent to continue, "Shenron! please, revive all the people that were killed by Janemba!"

Shenron hesitated a moment, closing his eyes as if in deep thought. "Do you realize what you are asking of me?" He asked after a moment's pause. His eyes opened to take in the hopeful looks of all the Z-fighters. "Very well, it shall be done."

The dragon's eyes glowed a brilliant ruby color, and all of the Z-fighters could feel the life return to the planet, as well as Vegeta's. Vegeta looked around in confusion before realization set in and he stood up to his feet and walked to the edge of the lookout, but not before being tackled to the ground by a very frantic, but relieved Bulma.

Andrew looked at the Z-fighters again. He'd hoped that he was wrong, and his adopted father would have been included in that wish. But after all, the laws that governed the Dragon were still in place, and his father remained gone. Still full of hope, he sheepishly let his thoughts, "Well guys, What now? I know dad couldn't be wished back with Shenron, but we need him still. It's a lot to ask, but do you think we should wish ourselves to New Namek and ask them to summon Porunga for us?"

Before anyone could answer his question, a new voice was heard echoing in all their heads, "Wait you guys don't make that wish! It'll do you no good!"

Yamcha, Tien, and Piccolo instantly recognized the voice and looked up to the sky. Yamcha was the first to recover from the shock while the rest of the gang looked at him expectantly when he gasped in recognition, "King Kai! Is that you?! What's going on? Why shouldn't we try to wish Gohan back? He is there right?"

"Well yes, but… you can't because… well because by order of the Grand Kai, Gohan cannot come back!" Said the Kai with bitter disappointment in his voice. "He brought Janemba to my planet, and I died again as a result of his actions…. I'm sorry my friends, the grand Kai had made his decision that his punishment for my death is to remain dead. Permanently."

The Z fighters faces drained of color, even Piccolo seemed to pale. But one of the group took the blow worse than the rest. Andrew stood there, dumbfounded at the revelation. The bubble of hope that had been swelling in his chest had just burst, leaving a void where his adopted father used to be. In that one moment, his entire world seemed to crash down around his head with nobody to blame but himself.

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Well there's part 1 of the Prologue hoped u all enjoyed it and don't forget to review and tell me what u Guys think.

Until Next Time…

Andrew.