NOTE: Vegeta never came to earth in this timeline.
BACKGROUND:
Everyone had thought that #17 was free of his original programming. He had more trouble overcoming it than 18, but with help from Bulma he was able to leave behind the monster that Dr. Gero had made him. Or so they thought.
He was accepted as one of the gang, they trusted him and no one had expected him to turn on them. There was a subroutine hidden deep in 17's programming that had lain dormant, it was the same subroutine that had corrupted the 17 and 18 of the Mirai timeline. Without warning 17 had become a ruthless killing machine. Goku and Gohan were the first to go. They were killed before they had a chance to defend themselves. Piccolo was the next to fall. Soon after all the Z fighters had been killed, only 18, Kuririn, and infants Marron and Goten remained. 17 had tried to get 18 to join him, but she had remained opposed to him. 17, in his rage, killed her, but she had distracted him long enough for the others to escape.
Many years later **********
She woke up with a jerk, her sheets tangled around her and hair plastered to her forehead with sweat. The red phantom numbers blinking in the darkness read 4:37. She sighed and rolled over out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom.
Flicking on the light, she groggily made her way to the mirror. She gazed at her reflection, tracing her fingers along the cold glass, thinking "She looks so sad, so unfamiliar… so lonely" The girl in the mirror stared back, with shadowed eyes that looked so empty and distant.
She stood there for a long time, just looking at herself in the mirror, thinking, "How did I turn into her?"
**********
She felt something watching her. Instinctively she tensed and sharpened her senses, barely moving, but ready to snap into a defensive position. A short, shadowy figure stepped out into the light.
"Hey Kid-o," Kuririn sleepily mumbled to her.
She instantly relaxed as her father staggered into the room. He glanced at her quizzically, "What are you awake for?" he asked. She grinned at him as he struggled to wake up enough to hold a decent conversation.
"I could ask you the same question," She teased. He glared at her, clearly not in the mood to be made fun of.
"Just go back to sleep soon," He said, "You know how you are when you don't get enough sleep".
"Okay, I will" She replied innocently.
"G'night Marron," He said turning to leave.
"G'night Dad."
**********
Marron lay on her bed for a long time, unable to sleep, thinking about her life. Her struggle. She had spent her entire life training, learning to fight, learning to run. She was hunted by a monster, who was, in a way, her uncle. He was a merciless android that had killed all her friends and loved ones.
She struggled to hold on to what things had been like before, but it had been so long. Sometimes her father would tell her stories about the adventures from his youth. Stories about the others…her friends…her mother. She curled up under the blankets and fought off the tears. Goten and her father were the only ones she had left. Kuririn had trained them both to fight, to protect themselves. Even though she was half android and Goten was half saiya-jin, neither them, nor her father, were a match for 17. They lived in hiding, forever running away from the monster that they could not defeat.
She heard Goten's muffled snores through the wall; she almost smiled as she thought of her best friend. They had grown up together, Kuririn had raised them both. She loved him like a brother. The sound of his snoring lulled her to sleep.
**********
"Marron! Come on, get up!" a voice yelled as it bounced in through the door of her bedroom. Marron sat up groggily. The smell of smoke and faint swearing drifted up through her floorboards.
"Sounds like Kuririn tried to make breakfast again," Goten said as he sat down on the edge of her bed.
She sighed and threw back the covers. A crashing sound was heard from downstairs. "You'd better go help him not to blow anything up until I can get down there," she said.
"Okay!" said Goten as he bounded out the door.
Marron sighed again and started to get dressed. Her father had never been a good cook, he had tried the best he could, but he could never quite get the hang of it.
She finished getting ready and headed downstairs to assess the damage. When she opened the door to the kitchen she almost collapsed into convulsions of laughter. Kuririn was standing there in a frilly pink apron, heroically doing battle with a pan of scrambled eggs. Goten was hiding behind him shouting encouragement.
Kuririn brandished his spatula menacingly at the stove. "Take that!" he cried triumphantly, stabbing the semi-charred lump of eggs. Goten cheered. Kuririn glared suspiciously at the pan and yelled, "One more move like that and I'm ki-blasting you to hell!"
Marron sighed and grabbed a smoking oven mitt from her father. She calmly deposited the hardly recognizable hunk of charcoal into the garbage. After cleaning up a little more she reached in the cabinet for the cereal.
"Honestly you two, you should have learned your lesson by now," she giggled, "Dad, you and cooking don't mix."
Kuririn's sheepish expression was replaced by one of total defeat. He sighed and grabbed bowls for them. "Hey you think that it's easy feeding three people, especially when one is a bottomless pit like Goten!" he said defensively.
"Hey!" Goten yelled, "It's not my fault that I have a healthy appetite!"
Marron snickered, "Yeah, healthy enough for an army," She retorted.
Goten just snorted and continued stuffing his face.
**********
After breakfast they all went outside for their daily training session. It was almost comforting to Marron to be able to have some routine in her life. She loved training, feeling her body reach its full potential, and exceed beyond it.
After stretching and doing some warm ups they started sparring, splitting into two on one and rotating. That way they could get practice both in fighting together and individually.
Marron readied herself for Goten and Kuririn's team attack. She took up a stance and waited for them to make the first move. Goten launched himself at her straight on and started throwing rapid-fire punches while Kuririn attacked from above. Marron managed to block Goten's punches and kicked him solidly in the chest, sending him back a few feet, which gave her time to send a ki blast up at Kuririn. He dodged the blast and shot one back at her, she raised her arms and blocked it, but that gave Goten an opening and he slammed into her, tackling her to the ground. She used her momentum to flip him over her head at Kuririn. They regrouped and came back to attack her together, punching and kicking with lightning speed. Marron managed to block most of the attacks, but a few got through her defenses. She shot straight up, taking the fight airborne. Kuririn and Goten were close on her heels following her up.
*FLASH*
All three of them suddenly stopped in their tracks when they felt two huge kis erupt into battle. Marron recognized one of them as 17. The wheels in her mind spun as she tried to process this new information. There was someone else? Someone who had enough power to oppose 17? Why hadn't she felt this person before? Could it be one of her friends? She reached out with her mind again. No, she didn't recognize this new person. She looked at Kuririn and Goten. They looked just as surprised and confused as she was. She felt the two powers raging against each other, and suddenly the new ki started to flicker and fade. 17 had won.
"No, don't die!" Marron yelled as she felt the fading power. She turned to Goten and Kuririn, "We have to find that person, they could become an ally! We can't let them die." She yelled.
"Wait Marron," Kuririn ordered, "we don't know who this person is, they could be an enemy."
"Or they might turn out to be a help to us," Goten replied.
"Either way," said Marron, "we have to find out who this person is!"
The ki was stable now, but very small, the person was probably very injured.
Marron glared at her father, "We must at least find out," she demanded.
Kuririn sighed, "Okay, but we will proceed with caution."
"Let's go!" yelled Goten as he took off, Marron close behind.
Kuririn shook his head and followed after them.
**********
Goten and Marron floated down until they reached the place where they felt the battle had been. 17 was nowhere to be seen. The landscape was ripped up and chunks of broken rock were scattered everywhere due to the massive amounts of power that had collided.
"Look over there," Goten called out, "there's someone down there."
They flew down towards the crater where a figure lay at the bottom.
"I can still feel a faint life force," said Marron.
Sprawled out on the ground was a bloody young man. Marron landed next to him and carefully rolled him over.
"He's just unconscious," she said, studying the purple haired figure, "but he is badly injured. We need to get him out of here."
Goten nodded and looked up as he felt Kuririn approaching. Kuririn landed and stared at the broken body in shock. "That's saiya-jin armor!"
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Okay, this is my first crack at a fanfic, so I hope that it's good. Please give me feedback, and I know everyone says this, but please review, it really helps to know that someone out there is actually reading this stuff.
The next chapter will be up as soon as possible, and hopefully I can start my joyful little matchmaking then.
'Till next time, bye y'all.
-aqua_illusion
BACKGROUND:
Everyone had thought that #17 was free of his original programming. He had more trouble overcoming it than 18, but with help from Bulma he was able to leave behind the monster that Dr. Gero had made him. Or so they thought.
He was accepted as one of the gang, they trusted him and no one had expected him to turn on them. There was a subroutine hidden deep in 17's programming that had lain dormant, it was the same subroutine that had corrupted the 17 and 18 of the Mirai timeline. Without warning 17 had become a ruthless killing machine. Goku and Gohan were the first to go. They were killed before they had a chance to defend themselves. Piccolo was the next to fall. Soon after all the Z fighters had been killed, only 18, Kuririn, and infants Marron and Goten remained. 17 had tried to get 18 to join him, but she had remained opposed to him. 17, in his rage, killed her, but she had distracted him long enough for the others to escape.
Many years later **********
She woke up with a jerk, her sheets tangled around her and hair plastered to her forehead with sweat. The red phantom numbers blinking in the darkness read 4:37. She sighed and rolled over out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom.
Flicking on the light, she groggily made her way to the mirror. She gazed at her reflection, tracing her fingers along the cold glass, thinking "She looks so sad, so unfamiliar… so lonely" The girl in the mirror stared back, with shadowed eyes that looked so empty and distant.
She stood there for a long time, just looking at herself in the mirror, thinking, "How did I turn into her?"
**********
She felt something watching her. Instinctively she tensed and sharpened her senses, barely moving, but ready to snap into a defensive position. A short, shadowy figure stepped out into the light.
"Hey Kid-o," Kuririn sleepily mumbled to her.
She instantly relaxed as her father staggered into the room. He glanced at her quizzically, "What are you awake for?" he asked. She grinned at him as he struggled to wake up enough to hold a decent conversation.
"I could ask you the same question," She teased. He glared at her, clearly not in the mood to be made fun of.
"Just go back to sleep soon," He said, "You know how you are when you don't get enough sleep".
"Okay, I will" She replied innocently.
"G'night Marron," He said turning to leave.
"G'night Dad."
**********
Marron lay on her bed for a long time, unable to sleep, thinking about her life. Her struggle. She had spent her entire life training, learning to fight, learning to run. She was hunted by a monster, who was, in a way, her uncle. He was a merciless android that had killed all her friends and loved ones.
She struggled to hold on to what things had been like before, but it had been so long. Sometimes her father would tell her stories about the adventures from his youth. Stories about the others…her friends…her mother. She curled up under the blankets and fought off the tears. Goten and her father were the only ones she had left. Kuririn had trained them both to fight, to protect themselves. Even though she was half android and Goten was half saiya-jin, neither them, nor her father, were a match for 17. They lived in hiding, forever running away from the monster that they could not defeat.
She heard Goten's muffled snores through the wall; she almost smiled as she thought of her best friend. They had grown up together, Kuririn had raised them both. She loved him like a brother. The sound of his snoring lulled her to sleep.
**********
"Marron! Come on, get up!" a voice yelled as it bounced in through the door of her bedroom. Marron sat up groggily. The smell of smoke and faint swearing drifted up through her floorboards.
"Sounds like Kuririn tried to make breakfast again," Goten said as he sat down on the edge of her bed.
She sighed and threw back the covers. A crashing sound was heard from downstairs. "You'd better go help him not to blow anything up until I can get down there," she said.
"Okay!" said Goten as he bounded out the door.
Marron sighed again and started to get dressed. Her father had never been a good cook, he had tried the best he could, but he could never quite get the hang of it.
She finished getting ready and headed downstairs to assess the damage. When she opened the door to the kitchen she almost collapsed into convulsions of laughter. Kuririn was standing there in a frilly pink apron, heroically doing battle with a pan of scrambled eggs. Goten was hiding behind him shouting encouragement.
Kuririn brandished his spatula menacingly at the stove. "Take that!" he cried triumphantly, stabbing the semi-charred lump of eggs. Goten cheered. Kuririn glared suspiciously at the pan and yelled, "One more move like that and I'm ki-blasting you to hell!"
Marron sighed and grabbed a smoking oven mitt from her father. She calmly deposited the hardly recognizable hunk of charcoal into the garbage. After cleaning up a little more she reached in the cabinet for the cereal.
"Honestly you two, you should have learned your lesson by now," she giggled, "Dad, you and cooking don't mix."
Kuririn's sheepish expression was replaced by one of total defeat. He sighed and grabbed bowls for them. "Hey you think that it's easy feeding three people, especially when one is a bottomless pit like Goten!" he said defensively.
"Hey!" Goten yelled, "It's not my fault that I have a healthy appetite!"
Marron snickered, "Yeah, healthy enough for an army," She retorted.
Goten just snorted and continued stuffing his face.
**********
After breakfast they all went outside for their daily training session. It was almost comforting to Marron to be able to have some routine in her life. She loved training, feeling her body reach its full potential, and exceed beyond it.
After stretching and doing some warm ups they started sparring, splitting into two on one and rotating. That way they could get practice both in fighting together and individually.
Marron readied herself for Goten and Kuririn's team attack. She took up a stance and waited for them to make the first move. Goten launched himself at her straight on and started throwing rapid-fire punches while Kuririn attacked from above. Marron managed to block Goten's punches and kicked him solidly in the chest, sending him back a few feet, which gave her time to send a ki blast up at Kuririn. He dodged the blast and shot one back at her, she raised her arms and blocked it, but that gave Goten an opening and he slammed into her, tackling her to the ground. She used her momentum to flip him over her head at Kuririn. They regrouped and came back to attack her together, punching and kicking with lightning speed. Marron managed to block most of the attacks, but a few got through her defenses. She shot straight up, taking the fight airborne. Kuririn and Goten were close on her heels following her up.
*FLASH*
All three of them suddenly stopped in their tracks when they felt two huge kis erupt into battle. Marron recognized one of them as 17. The wheels in her mind spun as she tried to process this new information. There was someone else? Someone who had enough power to oppose 17? Why hadn't she felt this person before? Could it be one of her friends? She reached out with her mind again. No, she didn't recognize this new person. She looked at Kuririn and Goten. They looked just as surprised and confused as she was. She felt the two powers raging against each other, and suddenly the new ki started to flicker and fade. 17 had won.
"No, don't die!" Marron yelled as she felt the fading power. She turned to Goten and Kuririn, "We have to find that person, they could become an ally! We can't let them die." She yelled.
"Wait Marron," Kuririn ordered, "we don't know who this person is, they could be an enemy."
"Or they might turn out to be a help to us," Goten replied.
"Either way," said Marron, "we have to find out who this person is!"
The ki was stable now, but very small, the person was probably very injured.
Marron glared at her father, "We must at least find out," she demanded.
Kuririn sighed, "Okay, but we will proceed with caution."
"Let's go!" yelled Goten as he took off, Marron close behind.
Kuririn shook his head and followed after them.
**********
Goten and Marron floated down until they reached the place where they felt the battle had been. 17 was nowhere to be seen. The landscape was ripped up and chunks of broken rock were scattered everywhere due to the massive amounts of power that had collided.
"Look over there," Goten called out, "there's someone down there."
They flew down towards the crater where a figure lay at the bottom.
"I can still feel a faint life force," said Marron.
Sprawled out on the ground was a bloody young man. Marron landed next to him and carefully rolled him over.
"He's just unconscious," she said, studying the purple haired figure, "but he is badly injured. We need to get him out of here."
Goten nodded and looked up as he felt Kuririn approaching. Kuririn landed and stared at the broken body in shock. "That's saiya-jin armor!"
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Okay, this is my first crack at a fanfic, so I hope that it's good. Please give me feedback, and I know everyone says this, but please review, it really helps to know that someone out there is actually reading this stuff.
The next chapter will be up as soon as possible, and hopefully I can start my joyful little matchmaking then.
'Till next time, bye y'all.
-aqua_illusion