Hi everyone welcome to another chapter.

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The two half Saiyans stood over a pair of graves. Two crosses were being pushed by the breeze. Gohan knelt by the remains of his former friend. Tears rushed down his face, as he placed a flower down.

"You know, Dick wasn't the religious type." The one armed man started to ramble. "He always claimed that science held every answer. Yet he knew someone who had been to the afterlife. Wherever you are my friend, I hope you're at peace." Gohan placed one final lily on his friends grave. "Listen kid, go on ahead. I'll be right behind you." Trunks walked over and placed his hand on Gohan's shoulder.

"You sure?" The young man replied.

"Just go." The bluntness of his mentors voice should have surprised Trunks. However he knew that certain circumstances changes even the best of men. The best thing right now was to give Gohan some space.

"Very well." The assassin took two step forwards before turning back once more. The two stared into each other's eyes. And that was when Trunks saw it. During his time with the league of assassins, he saw numerous cases of men mentally torn apart. And in that brief moment he saw the eyes of a broken man. Trunks flew off, giving the one armed man some breathing room. Gohan's tears wouldn't stop though. His mind kept wandering back to the past. Dick was the last one, and he died thinking they were enemies.

"I forgive you." Gohan finally stood up and walked away. He was facing north, where Trunks had flown off to. Yet he soon faced west, the direction they just came from. Gohan was tired, battered, bruised. However most of all, he just wanted to die. Gohan increased his energy, ready to give up.

"You know, the kid I knew would have never run from evil." A voice suddenly appeared in Gohan's head. The half Saiyan froze, instantly recognising.

"Piccolo?" The son of Goku inquired.

"Yeah its me. I've done a few favours for King Kai so he let me have this one chat with you. Lord knows you need it." Gohan eyes were now flowing with tears.

"I'm sorry Piccolo. I can't do this anymore, I'm just not strong enough." This made the Namekian chuckle.

"You know full well that strength isn't the thing holding you back." Gohan fell to his knees slamming his fist into the ground.

"I can't be the teacher he needs. Everyone I have ever known has died. I wont sit by and watch that happen to him too. I'm not like you Piccolo, I can't be a mentor."

"Now I know you're lying." Gohan wiped his tears. "Do you honestly think that I was a good teacher. I left a four year old kid out in the wilderness to fend for himself."

"But you taught me so much... made me stronger."

"True I did physically toughen you up. However do you have any idea how I already know, why you're a good teacher?" The son of Goku shook his head. "It's because of your mental strength, courage and heart that I changed. I was someone who relished in other's suffering. But you saw past that and showed me a better path. I know you'd make a good mentor, because you already have with me." Gohan gave a light smile. Hearing his first teachers words was certainly the encouragement he needed.

"Thanks Piccolo."

"Now get up, and stop with the waterworks. No student of mine is going to cry when he could be saving the world." Gohan soared into the air, rushing after his student. He did something to fight for, and nothing would change that.

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Trunks arrived at Capsule Corp. While it wasn't the exact same building he grew up in. It did make him feel a little nostalgic. The assassin stepped through, surrounded by darkness. The only sound being a few drops of water leaking. The whole building gave off an uneasy vibe. Trunks pressed on, towards his mother's old office. Using his Ki to light up the hallways. He expected there to be rodents and cockroaches scuttling along the floor. However it was so quiet he could hear a pin drop. Trunks was used to seeing entire towns decimated. However an entire city was another thing indeed. The blue haired boy soon hit something with his foot. He looked down and noticed an old skeleton, making him jump back. Death was always sad, but these people didn't even get a burial. They had just been left to rot, it sickened him to the core.

Finally Trunks made his way up and into his mother's office. The room had windows so he lowered his Ki. It had been a tough journey, but he was finally at his destination. He was battered, bruised and exhausted. Yet all he could think about was his prize. And it stood right in front of him. It was a... sword. Not exactly what he was expecting, but if it destroyed the androids, Trunks wasn't going to complain. As he picked it up, something clicked. The size, balance and weight were perfect. It was as if the weapon called to him.

"Sword of the Amazons." A voice suddenly appeared. Trunks vigorously turned towards it, carrying the weapon in his hands. Though he soon lowered his guard when he realised it belonged to Gohan. The two smiled at one another, as the teacher continued. "This sword belonged to Diana. When she died, Bulma took it to remember her. I honestly forgot it was here." The room became silent as Trunks inspected the craftsmanship. "Keep it. I'm sure Diana would have wanted you to take it." The young man sheathed his new weapon, and then had a realisation.

"Wait... If this was Diana's. Then it can't be the weapon my mother left." The swordsman explained. "Do you have any idea where it might be?"

"Well your mother once told me that all Capsule Corps have a secret room." Gohan took down a picture of Dr Briefs to reveal a holographic keyboard. This deflated the one armed man. "However I have no idea what the code is."

"Can't we just brake down the wall?"

"We don't want to make too much noise. If the androids are anywhere close then we're screwed. We're just gonna have to figure this out. Let's try... Vegeta." Gohan typed it in, only to find an error message appear. "Goku." Again the message appeared. A frustrated Gohan soon noticed a question mark symbol. As he clicked on it, a message soon appeared. 'My little...'. Both men stared at the screen. "What could it be? My little boy? Baby?"

"Warrior." The teacher looked over in confusion. "The answer is warrior." Gohan cautiously typed it in. This caused the screen to turn green. The one armed man smiled as the wall opened up.

"How did you know that?" Trunks looked at him, with tears in his eyes.

"Those were the last words my mother ever told me." Trunks almost broke down. However just before he did, his mentor knelt down, looking into his eyes.

"I know your mother would have been proud of you." Trunks responded to this by hugging him. The two finally cementing themselves as family. "Now let's go get this weapon." The two walked into the lab, where Trunks noticed one lonely Capsule on a desk. Gohan opened it up to reveal... a ship? Both men looked bewildered by Bulma's creation. This was supposedly able to stop the androids destruction.

"I... I don't understand. This ship has no weapons, how can it possibly kill the androids?"

"It's not meant to." The assassin turned around to see Gohan looking at some blueprints. "Bulma's creation was never a weapon to begin with... It's a time machine." Trunks hurried over to look at the blueprints.

"So my mother was going to go back in time and kill the androids before they were even created?"

"No." The swordsman turned to him looking confused. "It says here that this machine work on multiverse theory."

"I'm going to need an explanation."

"Most forms of time travel operate one way. If you change the past, then the future will also change. However multiverse theory works very differently. If you change the past, you'll create a brand new timeline. Meaning that this future would still remain the same." Trunks took a step back, his heart sunk. His mother never had any intention of fighting, she was just going to run. He wasn't angry, just disappointed. Trunks slowly walked over to a picture of his mother.

"So much for hope."

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Gohan packed the machine and blueprints into a capsule and gave it to the young man. The two then proceeded to fly back home. However, just as they exited the city, Trunks touched down. Gohan put his hand on the assassin's shoulder.

"What are we doing Gohan? We traveled all this way, and it was for nothing!" Trunks yelled. The blue haired boy took his frustrations out on a tree, slicing it in half.

"It wasn't entirely for nothing. We got to meet each other didn't we?" The teacher responded. "Now let's get back and figure out..." Gohan suddenly stopped as he heard an all too familiar voice.

"It came from over here." Seventeen called out. The two half Saiyans quickly hid behind a boulder as both androids landed. They were speaking amongst themselves. Gohan was waiting for them to leave on their own. Soon though that plan was thrown out the window. A loud sneeze came from his student, alerting their enemies. Both half Saiyans froze at the sound.

"Well it seems we're not alone." Eighteen said as both androids started to power up. The one armed man desperately thought through every option available. However he knew that there was only one choice.

"Sorry Trunks." He whispered. Trunks was confused, though not for very long. Without hesitation, Gohan karate chopped his neck, knocking him out. The boy laid down unconscious, but alive. Gohan took a deep breath, then flew back to the city. The two androids chased after him. Eventually all three came to a stop. Gohan stared down the two monsters that stood ahead of him. His body wanted to run away. However he stood firm, refusing to give into fear. "Years ago you took my arm and spirit. While I can't regain the former, the latter I certainly have. This is where it ends. Either you die... or I do."

"This is where it ends, Gohan." Seventeen yelled, readying himself for battle. Eighteen soon followed suit. Gohan turned into a Super Saiyan. The three took one last look, as they all charged in.

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Trunks opened his eyes to the smell of smoke. The rain was beginning to pour down. His whole body felt numb, yet he couldn't sit down. He could just make out the smoke coming from Gotham city. He knew that a battle had just taken place. The swordsman rushed down, ignoring all pain his body. The fire had spread out, but he was still able to pinpoint it's origin. Soon though, Trunks found the one thing he dreaded. On the ground was his mentor, lying motionless. The young man landed as he ran towards his friend. He frantically shook Gohan's body, yet nothing happened.

"Come on! Wake up!" Trunks yelled at the top of his voice. Yet no matter how hard he tried. How hard he shouted... Gohan was gone. Tears started to rush down the assassin's face. His stomach felt like it was being twisted. Trunks desperately tried to deny it. He wanted to believe that he could do something. However deep down, he knew this was the end. The swordsman screamed at the top of his lungs. Clenching his fists so hard, blood started to drip. Then something not even Trunks predicted. His Ki started to multiply, the ground beneath him shook. Then in a flash, his whole body started to emit a yellow glow. Trunks stared down into a puddle, noticing his hair had turned a golden colour. Trunks had become a Super Saiyan.

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So what did you think? I hope I did the source material justice.

Reviews:

TheFishKing: Fair enough.

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DragonDave45: Cell doesn't yet exist in this timeline.

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X3runner:

1: yes in this timeline Barbara was just a normal person.

2: Yeah this version of Gohan has just been a broken man for a very long time.

3: remembering his own past

A guy 1013: here you go

Jalen Johnson: yes some other heroes will use the chamber

Blazenite104: I guess. But i still maintain that it gives your enemies a better chance of dodging it.

Shark: I did loosely base the entire arc on stories like Logan and the last of us. So maybe subconsciously I did something similar.

Game2002: Really? I seem to remember reading that somewhere.

Jexcel: Let's just say my spectre will be different from the comics.