Dragonball Z: Altered History

Hey everyone! I'm glad to see that I've got so many reviews! I just hope I can get it up to a hundred or so before Christmas! That would be great. I don't know why I want reviews... I just do. I had some trouble when I wrote this chapter, I was out of ideas for the moment, and I guess you can say I got writers block, I guess that's what that is. Well, anyway, from what I've seen, you can actually see how much that goes away as the chapters progress.

Disclaimer: I hate funimation as they are greedy suits. I hope they lose all their rights to all the characters. Then I will laugh and purchase the rights to the show and become a rich man. But that will never happen. So until now, I own nothing.

Ok now that all that incoherent rambling is over, on to the sh- er story!

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Chapter 3 - From the Heavens and Back

It had been days, no weeks, since that encounter. Still, Gohan lay upstairs in Capsule Corp. unmoved. He had slipped into a coma. His power had been spent an enormous deal, he could've waited to take Trunks back, but he hadn't, and since he hadn't it had cost him a great deal of weeks. After the robots had cleaned him up, Bulma dressed him in a hospital outfit. She had taken care of Gohan greatly, fearing the loss of yet another life. These last few weeks had improved to normal status, but he hadn't woken up. She had been down in her lab for those weeks, not concerned then, knowing Gohan was in a coma. He would wake up, and before the month was over from what the computer said. Probably sooner when he gets hungry, or so Bulma thought. She was nearly done with the time machine, and since her son's death she had picked up on it's production greatly determined to correct history, no matter what the consequences. She rammed some chips into her mouth as she worked, trying to figure out was withholding her from her dream machine. She worked furiously, so much she would nearly be ready to start construction the machine together. She had gone days without sleep, and finally she reached a stopping point. She knew well enough that if she continued working, she would get extremely fatigued and pass out, as well as become stupid off of sleep deprivation. She walked to her room, and lay in bed, quickly drifting asleep.

The window lie open, as a cool breeze course throughout the entire area. Gohan was still as he remained asleep. Slowly through the window came a slender figure, that of a woman. Gohan shifted abit as he opened his eyes. Seeing Android 18 standing right there in front of him. He leapt back, and winced abit from his injuries. She smiled abit then, as she advanced forward. "Well, hello there Gohan... nice to see you aren't too injured, I'd hate for you to die, what else would I have to toy with? " She said smoothly. Gohan, burst into Super Saiyan mode, and launched at her letting out a coarse scream. She smiled and caught his first, and flipped him. " Well welll welll feisty. Well, it looks like your time is up. Play time's over. " She slammed a fist in his gut and caught his shirt, pulling his face to another fist. She pinned him against the wall. as she looked to him. She slammed a fist into his gut and smiled as she pulled out, examining her hand. She then flashed her eyes to his wound. " Just like Trunks...and that bastard Vegeta I killed. Looks like the end is coming for you Saiyans. "


Gohan screamed out, grabbing his stomach, everything was abit hazy. He looked around in utter confusion. It had been a dream.. He sighed abit as he looked around, now noticing he was in nothing but hospital clothing. He staggered out of bed slowly, falling to a knee. Slowly he propped himself up and limped down the hall to the bathroom. After relieving himself. He hobbled back to his room and looked around for a certain something. Making his way to a dresser he looked down, finding what he had scouted for. It was his father's gi, the last one he had left, the others had either been ripped to shred in the many battles he had entered with the Androids. This one had stitches all over the place and had seen better days. Bulma had gotten a robot to stitch the artifact gi. He peeled off the hospital shirt that was sticky with his sweat, and put the blue under clothing on first. It looked like a fuzzy sweater that had been torn a lot and worn down. Taking his Pants off his slipped the bottom part of the gi on and clasped the belt in a knot. He sighed as he threw the boots to the floor beside the bed and grabbed some socks from the dresser. He sat down and began putting the socks on. Ankle socks, he hated how the top of the boots rubbed his leg with ankle socks. Damn them. He pulled them up as far as they could go, and put the boots on, the boots were at least fuzzy on the inside, so it wouldn't be all that bad.

He turned to the dresser now, walking back to the orange covering part of the gi, he picked it up and flipped it over looking at it. It had his father's training symbol on it, he smiled as he flipped it onto his head and slid it on. It was a perfect fit, he looked down at his body, as he looked to the window. It was about 4 am, another hour and a half before dawn. He looked at the door sadly, he didn't like doing this but he wasn't sure how Bulma felt about him letting her son die.. He felt guilty.. So he opened the window and slowly flew out. He flew down to the ground and looked to the outside, seeing that the space ship that Vegeta had once used was still outside, he wasn't sure if it worked, but he had to find out. He walked in and started it up, it groaned abit as it hummed, he typed some stuff in and finally it started rocketing in the air. He smiled abit, he was going into space, at least there he could train without risking those damned androids picking up on his ki. He typed the command to stop it just a few hundred meters where all the satellites orbited. After checking out the interior and rooms, he discovered that there was a lot of food stored in capsules in this ship, and for that he was thankful. Finally it was time to get to work so he walked over to the gravity and looked at it. He peered at the buttons as he typed in his setting.

Bulma woke slowly as she looked around. It was now dawn, and something was abit odd. She walked through capsule corp. , trying to make her way to Gohan's room. Finally she reached it, and looked inside. Empty. She frowned, where the hell had he gone? She walked down to the kitchen and looked around. Not there either. Slowly she made her way around all of the building and then out. He had just left... what did he have better to do?! She frowned, he just left, with nothing to do at all? She bit her lip confused, fighting back tears. She looked around, seeing some grass on fire to her left. Blinking in utter confusion she realized the space ship was gone, then it hit her what he had done. She sighed, what a random thing to do, train in space. She supposed he needed to get over Trunk's and what better for a saiyan than to train. She smiled sadly at the thought of how many times Vegeta had been angry and trained. She stretched abit as she walked back to the kitchen, as it was time to get to work on her project, it was the only chance to let her baby boy lead a normal life. After getting her coffee she made her way to the lab, resuming her work once more. At this rate she would be done with it in less than a year.

Gohan slammed his fist rapidly throughout the air, each hit seemingly connecting with an androids image. The hologram, that's what it was, blurred around as Gohan pursued it in over four hundred times normal gravity. Gohan kicked and sparred the image induced fighter for over five hours. Sweat covered the floor in a great deal, making it hard for Gohan to uphold his footing. He gasped as the hologram disappeared, taking enough hits from the demi-saiyan to shut down. Gohan was very exhausted now, but he went and typed in the next training activity. Ki-Bots. Five or six ki bots came out then, and started firing at Gohan fastly. Gohan leaped from left to right, forward and back evading each ki blast. Sweat soaked the gi he was in now, and he knew he should probably train in the clothing on the ship next time. He cartwheeled right as one of the ki's missed him. He raised up and slapped one back to a machine, making it fizzle as it fell back. He blurred around, reflecting the ki blasts back at the machines finally ending the training. He was spent, and he fell back onto the floor. "Computer, decrease gravity to 1." He commanded as he felt the heaviness finally disappear. And he continued this for months upon months.

4.5 Months Later
Bulma finally leaned back in her chair, it was time to get this ray of hope, to be built. She smiled as she typed in the commands and set the robots to work on constructing the machine, after that, all it would need was some tune ups. She was finally finished with the hard part, she lifted herself from her chair and walked to the part of capsule corp where the space and astronomy department was located. After some searching she found what she was looking for, it was a broadcasting camera that connected to the gravitron in the spaceship. She dusted it off, and started tuning it trying to find out how to get this thing to reach Gohan.

After a hard day of training Gohan leaned back in the cushiony chair, his back aching in pain. He sighed abit as he looked to the entertainment area, grasping the remote, he flipped the TV on, on came a cartoon, one that had aired back in the day, this machine had managed to record it somehow. He flipped through bored when Bulma's face came up. He blinked, weird, he didn't remember Bulma being on a TV special with that hair. He pressed the button again, not very interested in this documentary or whatever it was. The Channel Didn't change.

Hmm? Thing must be broken... " Gohan Questioned.

" It's not broken! It's me! Now, get your ass back down here in a day or two, I got something to show you. Mr. I-Leave-As-Soon-As-I-Want. How dare you, you get back here now, and prepare to get a surprise, and your ass beat!" Bulma screeched, not too harshly, but enough to get her point across to the demi-saiyan. Gohan blinked abit as he looked around, well he might as well get some rest then start heading back. He peeled off his shirt and pants, and headed to the shower, on the way, he picked up some clothes. He frowned in disgust as it was a pink button up shirt, pink elephant boxers, a purple wife beater and some blue pants. Who the hell's style was this? And they were men's clothing too! He got in the shower, turned it to scorching And relaxed. He dressed and struggled over to the bed, collapsing and falling asleep in twenty minutes.
OK well that's it, sorry it's so short, but soon the chapters will increase in length! Soon! I swear! To be honest, at this point when I was typing this story up, I didn't think I had the ability to write at all, and thought I sucked until I got some reviews. So a special thanks to: SonicWind123, my very first reviewer, Knight's Shadow, Brutal2003, Chrey419, Shloki, for appraising the talent I thought I didn't have, Erica, and Gopu. Thanks guys! ( and gals! ) I'll have the next chapter up in about four or five days. Maybe sooner, if things are going good with the story. That's all my rambling now, so I'm gonna go and work on the future chapters. Please review!

- Chris