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Beep... Beep... Beep... the heart monitor kept sounding. Gohan sat numbly beside his mother's hospital bed as their friends fused over her. It sounded as if each beat was another day of his mother's life that was being stole away.

Her screams of pain had subsided as the doctors had done everything in their power to ease her pain, but that was all they could do. 'Virus...' The word taunted the young Saiyan. It was the same virus that was supposed to have killed Goku, the virus that the future Trunks came back in time to save Goku's life from... but their was no more medicine. The future Trunks was dead, they couldn't bring him back since his soul went to a Otherworld in a different time line. Vegeta was not taking it well he nearly killed Dende when he found out. He locked himself in the Gravity Room and never left, they had to send robots into the room to bring him food. You know a Saiyan is depressed when he won't even come out to eat.

"I'm sorry." The doctor said. "There is nothing more we can do for her, she was strong to last as long as she has. I don't think she will make it to tomorrow morning. But she's awake now... so... say what you need to."

The gravity in the room was like hell for all the fighters. The world's strongest warriors, and in the end... they could do nothing. The Ox Princess, Son ChiChi, was going to die along with her unborn child. Gohan could hardly believe it.

"Its not fair." Bulma said wiping a tear from her eye. "The blasted dragon can't bring back my son... and now ChiChi too... He doesn't do natural deaths." The blue haired scientist spat angrily through her sobs. Everyone silently nodded.

"Mom..." Gohan said numbly. "Please don't go." He knew she didn't have a choice. Even at the age of eleven, Son Gohan had seen death, he understood what was happening. He just didn't want to believe it. "I don't know what I will do without you mom. Please."

"There there none of that." ChiChi said patting her son's head. "I know you will grow up to be a wonderful man, Gohan. You're already so strong and brave. I know I've given you a hard time in the past with your studies, but you must always remember that your father and I always wanted the best for you." Looking around the room she locked her eyes on Piccolo. "Mr. Piccolo..." The Namekian nodded at her. "I always hated you."

Everyone looked at ChiChi in shock as she spoke to the alien who she never even wanted to look at. "I always blamed you for everything. You are the one that stole my innocent little boy from me and made him grow up. You made him fight and you got him hurt so may times. You were the one who first killed Goku and the reason he can't come back." Piccolo looked down in shame as the woman talked. "But I suppose that isn't fair to say. In the end, Gohan is his father's son. He was always meant to grow up to become a fighter, Earth's greatest protector. And you always looked out for him, you gave your life for him." Tears came to the woman's eyes. "Please... take good care of him. Take care of my baby boy."

Piccolo's face softened. "I will."


A week had passed since the death of earth's strongest woman, Son ChiChi, when Bulma took her Jetcopter to the Lookout. Landing on the large clearing in front of the front door she jumped out and pressed the button that reduced the mechine into a capsule before putting it away.

Turning her head she saw Piccolo sitting a few feet away meditating. "How is he?" Bulma asked the green alian.

Piccolo shook his head knowing that she was talking about Gohan. "He's devastated. We've been having to force feed him Senzo beans everyday since she died. It's a good thing my fingers grow back." Piccolo looked over to her. "But that isn't why your here, is it?"

Bulma sighed and pulled out another capsule. Pressing the button on top she threw it and after the smoke cleared Piccolo understood what was going on. It was the time machine that the future Trunks had used to come into their time line to warn them about the threat. But in the time line that he had come from, two androids still walked the earth, destroying everything in their path. "Someone needs to go and finish what was started." Bulma said sadly. "I tried to talk Vegeta into doing it... but it's to soon for him... he was just starting to see the boy as his son." Bulma swallowed back a sob.

"I understand... I'll go destroy android 17 and 18 and the undeveloped Cell." Piccolo said getting up.

"No!" Gohan said standing in the doorway of the Lookout, he was wearing another copy of the gi he was wearing during the cell games. His long black hair stretched down to his waist and his hands were balled into fists at his side. Both Piccolo and Bulma were surprised to see him their. "I'll go."

Piccolo narrowed his eyes. "No, you're not." Piccolo said.

Gohan looked taken aback. "Why not!" He demanded.

"Because you depressed and I don't want you to try to lose your life!" Piccolo shouted. "I promised your mother I would look after you, and I plan on doing it."

Gohan looked down. "That's... not what I want..." He started shaking. "The medicine... I know it's to late for mom... But bringing back that medicine could save hundreds of others." Gohan said sadly. "And... it was my fault. If I had just killed Cell immediately then Trunks would still be alive... and my dad. I... I should be the one... to tell the other Bulma."

Piccolo looked hard at his young student and sighed. "Fine, you will come TOO. But I am not going to let you go alone and do something you can't undo. You hear me?"

Gohan nodded. A slightly pained look came into Piccolo's eyes. All the happiness was gone from his student, before Cell he would have gave a little cheer and said 'I won't let you down, Mr. Piccolo!' But the boy was to far gone.

"Well... the pod is only seats one comfortable, but I guess if Gohan sits in your lap..." Bulma said staring to make the arrangement and explaining to them how to get back after they are done. As the roof closed over them Bulma wished them good luck. In a flash the pod was gone and she was left with her prayers.


"No... stay... stay back... I'm warning you!" A man shouted as he held a pistol in his trembling hands. He was scared practically to death as the two monsters that had ravaged his home world walked slowly towards him chuckling at his action. He was standing between them and his wife and young boy. They had been backed into a corner in a rundown hotel in the all but leveled East City.

"Oh my, no one has ever thought of using a gun on us before." Android 17 chuckled as he pushed some of his black hair back behind his ears.

"Seriously, what do you think your doing with that pee shooter?" The blond sister, Android 18, said snidely. The man pulled the trigger and a bullet flew towards 18 who caught it and showed it to the man before dropping it to the ground.

The man realized that it was hopeless. "Please..." He begged as he dropped the gun and held his arms out as if to stop their progress towards his family. "Do what you want with me but... leave my family alone."

"Oh, that's your family?" 18 said sarcastically. "Is that little boy right there your son?"

"Don't worry we're always nice to kids." 17 chuckled and the man paled further. His son began to sob. "We'll kill him first so he doesn't have to see what we do to you."

"No!" The father made a hopeless lung for the deadly androids but was easily swatted aside. 17 walked slowly towards the wife and son taking pleasure in the way they squirmed. The mother trying to shield her child.

But as he reached out to pull the mother out of the way, a strong hand grabbed his wrist. To his surprise another child stood between him and the pair. He was a young boy, eleven or twelve years old with long spiky black hair that went down to the bottom of his back. He was dressed in a purple gi and pointy brown shoes.

"What the? Ha, let go!" 17 said trying to pull away but the child's grip was too strong. A ball of light appeared in the boy's other hand and 17 was blasted back into 18 and out into the streets.

"Don't worry." Gohan said as the family looked at him in shock. "I'm going to put an end to this. Once... and for all." Jumping up he flew out of the opening made in the wall.

"Well that was... unexpected." 18 said looking at Gohan. "You're... that Gohan one, right. You seem... younger."

"Yeah, and less died and you got both your arms." 17 said glaring at the half saiyan that landed right in front of them. Then Piccolo descended and stood right next to him. "Ok, I know we killed your green ass. What the hell's going on here."

"Doesn't matter, we just have to kill them again." 18 spat and she and her brother rushed the warriors from the past. They threw their strongest punches at Gohan and Piccolo but the two fighters didn't even flinch as they cleanly grabbed the wrists of the attacking androids. The androids were wide eyed and threw another punch with their other hands but those were grabbed too.

"Trunks was right... these androids aren't as strong as the 17 and 18 in our time line were." Gohan said coldly before driving his knee into 18 face launching her back and into another building reducing to a pile of concrete and dust.

"Just finish this quickly, don't give them time to arm the bombs in their chests." Piccolo said squeezing on 17's arms until they snapped off. 17 screamed as generator fluids and blood came pouring out of his severed limbs. The vessels on Piccolo's arm bulged and his fingernails grew out. He forced his hand into 17's chest and pulled out a small sphere that he threw hard up and out of the atmosphere.

"17!" 18 shrieked as she pulled herself out of the rubble. But then another hand shot though her back and Gohan pulled out her bomb and threw it up just like Piccolo did. Moment's later there was a small flash as the bombs went off.

"If only it was this easy the first time. I didn't even have to go super saiyan." Gohan said looking at the destroyed bodies of the androids. "Then Cell would have never been able to reach his full power. It's too bad that changing the past doesn't actually help anything."

"Gohan, I'm going to go to Dr. Geru's lab and destroy Cell before he can wake up. You go and... talk to Bulma." Piccolo said felling a bit of guilt about sending Gohan to deliver the bad news. But at the same time facing Cell, even a weak Cell that was no actual threat to him, was not good for Gohan's psyche.

"Alright, but be careful." Gohan said. It only made sense to him. He was the one that wanted to ask Bulma to let them mass produce the medicine that would save hundreds of lives, and he hadn't been there when they uncovered Dr. Geru's lab anyways. He flew up into the air and then went in the direction of West City were he could still feel Bulma's presence.


Bulma set in front of her work bench working on the designs for machines that would help with the rebuilding process after the androids were gone.

Some would say that she was being to optimistic and that she should be working on something to stop the deadly androids. But Bulma Briefs knew better, because if her son failed then the last of Earth's great warriors would be gone, and all hope with them.

But just as she was putting the finishing touches on the new invention, she was startled out of her work by a loud banging on her door. She didn't move, she didn't even breath fearing the worst. That is until she heard the voice on the other side. "Bulma, I know you're in their, I can sense you."

Bulma couldn't believe her ears. She got up out of her seat and rushed to the door, throwing it open. Standing in the doorway, just three feet in front of her was a eleven year old Gohan.

"Gohan!" She shouted throwing her arms around the boys shoulders. Gohan's eyes widened in surprise. For some reason the idea of Bulma growing old had never come into his head. But this Bulma right in front of him definitely showed the signs of age. Her blue hair was more matted, her eyes had crows feet and her smile showed the wrinkles of worry. But her ki, her ki was still the same.

"Hi... Bulma." Gohan said sadly, knowing the news that he brought.

"Oh Gohan, what are you doing here? How did you get here? Did Trunks bring you with him to help with the androids? What happened to your father?" Bulma shot off questions like a machine gun, but unlike a machine gun the questions hurt Gohan. After a long pause were Gohan couldn't speak Bulma leaned back and tried to look him in the eyes. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry Bulma... somethings happened and... another enemy appeared and absorbed the power of the other androids. He... he..." Gohan couldn't finish. "I'm sorry."

Understanding passed over Bulma's face. "Tell me everything." She said simply and Gohan took a deep breathe and began to tell her about what happened after her Trunks when back in time.

"...I finally killed Cell, but the dragon couldn't bring my dad back because he had already been brought back once. And Trunks wasn't in the Other World of our time line, so he couldn't be brought back either." Gohan was starting to wrap up the story. "My mom died from the virus that was supposed to have killed my father. I... I think my dad was still a carry and that he passed the virus onto her when he got her... pregnant."

"Oh Gohan." Bulma said tears coming to her eyes.

"Then... you came to the Lookout to ask Piccolo to come and finish of the androids in this time line. You tried to get Vegeta to do it... but he was to upset from losing Trunks." Gohan said bowing his head. "When I overheard them talking... I decide to come here... to stay and help you rebuild in Trunks place."

"No!" Bulma said sharply startling Gohan.

"But... I could have..." Gohan started.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence. It is not your fault, you couldn't have known that was going to happen. If anything it is my idiot husbands fault for letting that Cell thing reach his full power." Bulma said shaking her fist to the sky as if she was cursing the man.

"But... it's my fault your all alone..." Gohan started again.

"No it isn't. I was going to send Trunks away anyways." Bulma admitted to the shock of Gohan. "Gohan, this world wasn't good enough for him. He deserved a chance to be happy and free from this life. He deserved to live in a world that isn't broken. So after he got back and finished of the androids, I was going to send him on one last job to your time line. Then the time machine's memory would be erased making it impossible for him to ever find this time line again." Gohan was to shocked for words. "Thank you Gohan. For telling me that he ended up in this time line's afterlife. I am glad that after my time is up... I will be able to be with him again." The she gave a Bulma like smile. "And that father of his too, if he ever manages to fight his way out of hell."

Gohan was trying to wake up from this revelation when a cry was heard, not a cry of pain or fear like he was used to hearing. It was the softer crying of a baby. That's when Gohan finally noticed the other Ki source in the room.

"Ow, looks like its meal time again." Bulma said walking over to a baby carrier that was on a bed in the corner. "There there no need to cry." Bulma said lifting up the little one and pulling out a baby bottle. "There, that's good isn't it." She said happily bouncing the baby around.

Gohan walked over wide eyed. How could he have not noticed the infant earlier. The Ki coming from the little one was strong, almost to strong. 'If an adult human was a 5 then this baby was a 50.' Gohan flew up to look over Bulma's shoulder down at the child.

The baby quickly drained the baby bottle before giving a small burp. Looking up, the child saw Gohan and started reaching out for him. "Well now, it looks like she wants you to hold her." Bulma said giggling as she passed the baby girl over to Gohan.

Cradling the baby as gently as he could he looked down into her onyx eyes, feeling her soft black hair between his fingers. But the thing that startled him most, was when a furry brown tail came up from between her legs and she pulled it to her mouth before starting to suck on the tip.

"So, what do you think of the package I was going to send Trunks with?" Bulma asked winking at Gohan.

"I... whose is she? Vegeta's? Trunks?" Gohan asked thinking of all the Saiyan's that the girl could belong to. But Vegeta had been dead for to long, and Trunks... she didn't have the right hair.

"Gohan... I'd like you to meet Pan." Bulma said smiling. "She's your other self's daughter." Bulma handed Gohan another baby bottle. Gohan looked at the bottle dripped some of the milk formula on his skin to check the temperature before putting it to the baby's lips. He didn't even think about it, all the things that his mother had said about babies was echoing in his subconscious mind. But his thoughts were all shocked. "Gohan... please take her back with you when you go. ChiChi would kill me if she knew I let her granddaughter grow up in a world like this one."

Pan giggled loudly as she finished her second bottle. Gohan gave a soft smile, the first smile he had let himself have in weeks. "I will. Don't worry Pan, you dad's going to take care of you for now on."


Chichi forgives Piccolo on her death bed. Because she can either have him group up with Piccolo, Krillin or Vegeta. And we all know who is the least evil. The former Demon King.