A/N: Just a little tease into Goya's future. I just couldn't resist :P
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball nor do I generate any profit from this. This is for entertainment only.
Summoned
16 years later…
"I'm back" he announced as he approached the house with a truckload's worth of wood tied to his back.
"Welcome back" Chichi acknowledged the boy, hanging up the last of her laundry; she joined him behind the house just as he started unloading the wood.
"That should be more than enough for the month. Thanks" she thanked him; grateful for the much needed help, her sons at present too busy with their own jobs, etc to help her.
"It's nothing. Do you need anything else?" he brushed off the dirt and the bits of wood fibres from his gi; it was a lost cause, white dirtied easily.
"No, that'll do. Gohan should be back soon, go take a shower before lunch. And give me your clothes" she quickly added that in, knowing the boy was capable of wearing back the same, dirty clothes after his shower.
"GOYA!" she practically screamed with embarrassment when the boy stripped down in front of her as he had many times before; then handed his dirty gi to her before going inside the house as if nothing was the matter.
She sighed, shaking her head slightly with a smile; she shouldn't have been surprised, he was after all, Goku's son.
…
Refreshed from his warm bath, Goya entered his room; the boy came by so often that Chichi decided to give him a room of his own so he could stay the night if he wanted to.
He pulled out a fresh set of clothes from the drawer; father's old drawer, according to his brothers. Chichi didn't have the heart to throw out any of his old stuff, he might come back… that was what she hoped… she was older now, 14 years was a long time… still, she hadn't stopped waiting.
Goya took a moment, looking through his father's old clothes, bringing out a gi… while Goku had favoured the colours orange and blue, he himself favoured white and black. And his birth father preferred his Saiyan armour with a blue spandex like jumpsuit, white gloves and boots.
He was very much in between… he hadn't agreed with his birth father's choice of clothes 100%, but he always wore black, spandex shorts under his white gi; more for additional protection, after a spar which led to an accidental attack below his belt.
He closed his eyes, briefly, folding his father's gi before putting it back in its proper place; a heavy sense of loss came over him.
He knew nothing about them, only what others told him; and from he gathered they went off planet when he was 2 years old and hadn't returned. Unlikely; never to return in Goya's opinion, or they would be here by now.
The smell of roasted Paozuaurus and Chawanmushi caught his attention and his stomach growled; Aunt Chichi had cooked his favourite today.
Eagerly, he rushed towards the source of that lovely smell; the kitchen.
…
"Darling, you simply must attend; everyone's going to be there. It'll be a grand social thing"
"Time might not be on my side, with so many deadlines to meet. I might not be able to attend" she wasn't telling the whole truth; there were indeed deadlines to meet but she had cleared most of it.
"But darling you must, I insist. This party is also for you, there are so many people I'd like you to meet."
Bulma's eyebrows twitched as she tried to keep her cool, keeping her smile despite her desire to shout and chase the woman out of her house.
Goya groaned; this wasn't what he wanted to come home to, another social shark wanting to rub shoulders with his Aunt Bulma. He cleared his throat, drawing the two women's attention to him.
"Oh you're back" Bulma got up, thankful for the interruption.
"Oh and who is this handsome, young boy?" she came up close and Goya raised a brow, uncomfortable at her invasion of his personal space.
"Ah… Mrs Bling this is Goya, my nephew" she lied, feeling sympathetic when that woman flaunted all over him. "Goya, this is Mrs Bling, she just came to West City"
Goya was getting fed up.
"And the exit's over there" Goya brought his thumb behind him, indicating where the door was. "Can't you take a hint? Scram"
"Why I never. Such a handsome boy, but a pity he has such poor manners. You really must have a talk with the boy's mother, darling" Mrs Bling clucked her tongue.
Goya's eyebrows began to narrow as Bulma fumed inwards at the audacity of that woman. She was about to give that woman a piece of her mind when Goya cut in.
"Excuse my poor manners, would you be so kind as to educate me on what it means to have proper 'manners'?" Goya spoke softly, his tone full of blades.
"You can start by saying 'please' 'thank you' and 'goodbye' every child should at least know such basic manners" Mrs Bling rolled her eyes, answering what would seem to her like a redundant question.
"Oh?" Goya gave a slight pause, then turned back to the snob.
"PLEASE get your stinking carcass out of my face. THANK YOU for wasting our time but we're not interested. You have no further business with my aunt so get the fuck out of our house."
"You… Why you nasty!" Mrs Bling started to turn red with rage.
"I'm giving you 15 seconds to either get out via the door, or I'll blast you out the window" Goya growled as he channelled a ki-blast in his left hand.
Terrified, she finally got the hint and ran towards and out the door, practically screaming bloody murder as she did.
"GOODBYE" Goya added that last part in as she ran further down the streets.
"Nice one, Goya" Bulma smirked, silently praising him. "You know she's not going to come again"
"Good"
She laughed at his response, amused; there's definitely a trace of Vegeta in him. "You haven't forgotten what day it is today right?" Bulma changed the subject.
"What?" he looked confused.
"Goodness… you did forget. It's your day today, birthday boy. You're turning 16 today" she smiled. "Don't you worry; it's just our usual group coming tonight. Goya?"
The withdrawn look in his eyes didn't escape her. She knew he never liked his birthdays, but it became more apparent as he got older and she understood why.
"Goya" she touched his arms. "We celebrate your birthday because we're happy you're in our lives, that you were born"
"I know… thanks" he tried to smile, signifying his resignation to the decision; if not, the defeatist withdrawal in his behaviour would have given him away.
"Goya" Bulma tried again.
"I'll be there… call me later ok?" he stopped further conversation, retreating to his own room.
Celebrations were in full swing, but Goya was in no mood to celebrate. He laid at the top of Capsule Corp, listening to the cheerful noises and whatnots within. His gaze never once left the night sky as he clung the only picture he had of them. So many planets out there... which one was his parents' final resting place.
"What's the birthday boy doing alone up here?"
Goya turned at the sound of Trunks' voice.
"Niisan" he greeted him, sitting up as he did.
"You're still thinking about them?" Trunks took a seat beside him.
"I can't remember them enough to even begin, only what everyone has told me" he admitted, taking another look at the photo. "They're strangers to me... while I, the result of some stupid wish"
"Goya" Trunks' tone snapped Goya out of his daze, he turned back to his brother, surprised at the apparent anger radiating from him.
"The ability to conceive you may have been a result of a wish but it was their decision to keep you. Dad wasn't an easy person to get along with and his ego was bigger than all our appetites put together, but he still went ahead, carried you to term and delivered you. Even if Shenron was able to reverse that wish, dad, Goku-san... all of us would never have allowed it. We would not trade you for anything. I promise you"
Goya turned away, feeling terrible awkward, embarrassed.
"I'm not a girl, niisan. I don't need you to..." he groaned. Finally, he gave up trying to find an excuse, anything to save some bit of dignity and sighed. "I'll come in shortly..."
Trunks nodded "Come in when you're ready, it's not a celebration without the birthday boy" he patting his youngest brother's back once, before going back inside.
Slowly, Goya got up, stretching his muscles as he did. Well time to get back. He might not know his parents... he would never know what could have been if they were still with him, but he still had a family, people he belonged with; in some sense he was luckier than some; both his parents were orphans and one of them had a tough life growing up.
He blinked.
Was it just him or was the moon exceptionally bright today? He turned in all directions, confused when he saw it was still dark outside so where was this strange light coming from and why was it getting brighter?
"Shit..." the photo slipped from his hand. He bended over, reaching out with his hand to pick it up, but his fingers went through it.
He looked at his hands, suddenly realising that it was him who was giving out that strange light. Worse! His hands, every part of him shimmered; not only that... he was blinking out of existence as the light continued to swallow him.
He call out, in his last desperate attempt to attract attention; but no sound came forth, then nothing.
...
Someone has summoned you from a world not of your own!
Warrior, come forth!
...
He found himself in a strange place when his strange ordeal finally stopped. He immediately scanned his surroundings, finding nothing familiar. He turned around and gasped as he took in the sight of the Eternal Dragon; so he wasn't mistaken, the last thing he heard was indeed Shenron's voice... but why had he brought him to this place.
"I've granted your wish. Farewell"
The dragon vanished; the dragon balls scattered once again.
"Wait!" Goya still had questions unanswered. Then he felt the presence of another approach him, it was familiar and he turned.
Niisan?
"You're surprised, aren't you?" he spoke.
Immediately, Goya's guard was up as he strike his battle pose. Though the aura was the same, he knew this guy before him wasn't the brother he knew.
"I will explain it all to you later, but first, show me your strength. YAHHH!"
In an instant, Goya found himself under attack. The stranger with his brother's face drew his sword; a sword he recognised, Tapion's sword. He dodged, then jumped back, putting enough space between them; narrowly missing the blade as it came within a razor thin margin to his throat.
This went on for about 3 minutes. Goya went on the defence, reluctant to do more other than parry and quite literally dodge everything the stranger threw at him. He soon realised the stranger was having none of that, he would not relent until he showed him what he was capable of. Goya knew the guy was holding back, there were no hints of any menacing intentions, he was merely drawing him out, testing him for some reason.
He would have to fight seriously if he wanted him to stop. And that was exactly what Trunks wanted.
"Masenko!" he began his first assault, reappearing behind Trunks before following up with a series of punches.
…
They fought in the air and on the ground, both guys still going strong, but unwillingly to inflict too much damage on the other.
"Is that all you got? Now show me your true power!"
As if on cue, likely something left over from his training sessions with Trunks, Goya responded by extending both arms out, channelled ki-blasts in each hand, then brought his hands in front of him, sending the ki wave directly in Trunks' path.
Trunks took on the full impact of Goya's Big Tree Cannon without any difficulty, but it was enough.
"As I would expect of Shenron's chosen."
He gave a smile, lowered his sword; sheathing it as he came closer. Goya calm down reasonably but would not take his eyes off him just yet.
"Sorry for attacking you. My name is Trunks and this place is Toki Toki City, this is the base of operation for the Time Patrol"
Goya raised an eyebrow... Trunks? Then he must be that other Trunks from the future, the one Aunt Bulma told him about.
"Basically, when history has been changed, altered in any way, it creates an alternate timeline. It's the Time Patrol's duty to rectify these changes" Trunks did his best to explain.
"This still doesn't explain why I'm here"
"Right... about that. Maybe it's best if I showed you. Please come with me"
…
"What is this place?" Goya turned in a circle, taking in the sights of the huge dome like place.
"This is the time vault. All of history, everything is kept here" Trunks explained as he brought out a scroll. "Everything is kept in these scrolls, everything that should have already taken place, all would be recorded in scrolls like these... at first we thought history was altered, but... here take a look"
Trunks laid out the scroll on the table.
It was a disheartening scene, people running away in a blind panic, their enemies slaughtering anyone who could not escape fast enough, or those they got their hands on. Fire and blood, the colour of red painted across the scroll like graffiti.
"It wasn't supposed to be this way. This invasion wasn't supposed to have happened." Trunks answered Goya's unasked question.
"Then why did it?"
"At first, we thought someone had altered the timeline, but no matter how many times we tried to correct it, it kept repeating itself. This wasn't the only one... there are others... too many for us and even with more numbers on our side, it doesn't stop. We eventually discovered... it wasn't because someone altered the timeline, but because something or someone was removing people from their universe".
"Is that even possible?"
"Apparently it's possible. Time, history and everything is changing because people are disappearing from their original universe, their absence distorted the balance and caused a massive, disruptive ripple that's spreading across all 12 universes. Whatever that's causing this breach has to be stopped before time and history could be corrected and I can't do it on my own" Trunks looked up from the scroll, locking his eyes with Goya's.
"I made a wish to Shenron, asking him to bring me someone who would assist me in my mission and he brought you to me. I'm sorry I brought you here without your consent, but I need your help" Trunks confessed. "Please help me stop this before it's too late"
"... you said every universe, so it's possible my own world is affected?"
"Yes"
His own parents went missing... it was a long shot, but... He nodded, his mind made up. "Just so we're clear. I'm not a hero, nor am I able to perform miracles but I will master every skill at my disposal to help you. Someday, perhaps our objectives may even coincide"
"Someone you know is missing?" Trunks took a guess.
"My parents" Goya confirmed.
"If they are victims of this distortion, we will find them" Trunks nodded once. "Oh, I still haven't gotten your name"
"Goya. Son Goya"
End ~
To be continued, in another time…
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