Piccolo ran in front of him, Gohan was crying, scared, and very confused. The others, everyone else, was dead, scattered around, their bodies singed and broken.

"GOHAN, GET OUT OF HERE!" Piccolo shouted.

"MR. PICCOLO, NOOO!" Gohan yelled, as his teacher was destroyed before his eyes.

"That's another one dead." Seventeen said. He turned his attention on the boy…

Gohan awoke, startled. His breath came shallow, he was trying to calm himself down. He looked around, trying to remember where he was, when it was.

It had been nearly fifteen years, since the others were all killed. Gohan thought to himself, why was he so much younger in his dreams? Gohan's dream self was four years old, even though Gohan was actually about seven when Piccolo died. Gohan remembered the words of Piccolo, at his dad's funeral.

"Piccolo…" He said. "You told me you'd be here if I needed you. I need you now, but where are you?" Gohan got out of bed, and looked at himself in the mirror. His face was covered in scars, and his eyes were cold. He had lived a life of fear, and it wasn't getting better. He dressed himself in the dark. If Bulma knew what he was planning, what he was going to do with Trunks, she would kill him.

Trunks looked on while Gohan fought the androids. Gohan was strong, sure, but the androids were stronger. Trunks' wanted to help his friend, but he wasn't strong enough, either. Gohan had explicitly told him not to fight.

Suddenly the male android tossed Gohan onto the ground. He raised his hand, and prepared to blast.

"NO!" Trunks yelled, and slammed his fist into the android. The android fell back, slamming into a building.

"What? A useless brat?" The female said. "Brother, drag yourself out of that useless rubble, and get back over here, we have a new victim to kill." She began to beat on Trunks, and soon knocked him to the ground. She raised her hand to blast him away.

"NO!" Gohan roared, and jumped in the way. "AAH!" He screamed. The pain shot through his body, and he slammed into the ground. The androids left, thinking the two of them were dead.

"GOHAN!" Trunks said. He was in a world of pain. He had broken bones, and was probably dying.

"Trunks…" It was Gohan, crawling in his direction. "Eat this, it'll help." Gohan said. His strength began to return. Trunks stood up, and saw his mentor. Trunks stared in horror, Gohan's left arm was blown completely off. Gohan needed help, and bad.

"MOM!" Trunks yelled, kicking the door down.

"Trunks, what have I told you about…" She saw Gohan, lying limply in the boy's arms.

"GOHAN!" Bulma screamed. His arm was gone, blown off from the shoulder down. "Oh, Kami…" She was nearly in tears. Tears would wait, Gohan's life needed to be saved.

It took three agonizing hours, but she stabilized him. His scarred face looked almost peaceful. Gohan had only known war his whole life. He had lost his father at a young age, and just about everyone else soon followed. She bent over the young man, waiting for him to awaken.

Bulma was no fighter, but she knew that one arm was a bad thing. If Gohan couldn't hardly hold his own against the androids, how could he if he only had one arm. Ki blasts are hot, she thought. Luckily, the androids had burned the wound clean. All Bulma had to do was keep him from going into shock, which she managed. She congratulated herself on her knowledge of first aid. That and the medical equipment she rummaged together a few years ago. She had an idea, a rather revolutionary one, but she wanted to make sure Gohan would be okay with it.

Gohan woke up the next day, fairly weak, but improving. He noticed his missing arm, and fell back down with an exasperated sigh. He knew it had been destroyed, and now, it was only a matter of time…

"Gohan…" Bulma said. "I have an idea…" She said.

Gohan looked over at Bulma, his father's oldest friend. "What is it?"

"I can help you with your arm, but you may not like it." She said.

"What is it?" Gohan asked.

"Years ago, two androids attacked. Vegeta destroyed one of them single handedly. He knew that I loved to tinker with machines, so he brought its head back for study. I discovered hidden plans…" She said. "The plans were for how to combine the android technology with living tissue. Apparently that's was done with those two androids. I…" She paused. "I can replace your arm, but it would be an android's arm…I didn't want to do it without your permission."

"Will it be as strong as my old one?" Gohan asked.

"Stronger, actually. The alloy that was made for these androids' bodies is really strong. I've never seen anything like it." She said. "I can also detect their energy signatures with a new device."

"You've invented a device that can detect the androids?" Gohan asked, almost smiling. He was so happy to hear such good news, he sat up in bed.

"Yes, just finished it." Bulma said. "I also invented a ki distortion device that can block out or alter the 'feel' of your ki. It would make you impossible to track." She said. "I also copied the technology that allowed the original two to absorb ki, I've modified it to absorb the energy that the androids use…" She said. "What do you say?" She asked.

Gohan looked up, and appeared to be smiling. "Can you put all those gadgets on the arm?" he asked.

"All of them? Yes, and a few more." She said.

"How long will it take to build?" He asked.

"Four days to build, and a fifth day to calibrate. It will feel exactly like your original arm, and it will even look like it. It won't be warm like human flesh though, and it can't produce sweat or anything like that…" She said.

"That doesn't matter to me, please build it for me, I need to be able to protect you and Trunks, and everyone else." Gohan said.

"I understand." Bulma said.

Five days later, Gohan flexed his new arm for the first time. His new arm was exactly like the old one, with a few differences. He could experience sensations, but his new arm was cold to the touch. The center of his palm had a tiny red gem that absorbed energy. He looked over to Bulma, and smiled.

"This feels identical to my original arm, except…" He took her hand and brought it over to his arm.

"I know, it doesn't feel alive. I couldn't quite build you an organic arm, because I don't have organic parts. Now, before I forget, the devices are voice activated. I programmed to ignore all but your voice, got it? Try this command. Android scouter, detect mode."

"Android scouter, detect mode." Gohan said. Suddenly, he could feel the androids. Luckily, they were on the other side of the world. "That'll help. Just write down the other commands and I'll memorize them a little later. I want to test out my new arm, first." Gohan said. "Trunks!" He said.

"Yeah Gohan?" Trunks said.

"This is my new arm." Gohan said.

"Wow, it looks just like your old one." Trunks reached over to touch it. "It doesn't feel alive, though."

"I know." Gohan said. "Shall we spar, to test it out?" Gohan asked.

"Good idea!" Trunks shouted.

The two of them sparred for three hours. Gohan discovered that his new arm was just as responsive as the old one. He accidentally hit Trunks with it, and the boy fell, screaming in pain.

"Trunks, I'm so sorry!" Gohan said, "Good, it isn't broken."

"Don't be…" Trunks said, managing a smile. "Just imagine what it could do with the androids…" he said.

Gohan looked at his young friend and smiled. He was disappointed in his lack of self control, but this new arm…

A few minutes later, Bulma was helping Trunks out with his injury. She turned to Gohan.

"Bulma, I'm sorry…" Gohan said.

"He's okay." Bulma said. "I want to talk to you about something." She said.

"What do you want to talk about?" Gohan asked, relief in his voice.

"How would you like to fix the past?" Bulma said. "I've discovered a way to save your father." Gohan stared.