Chapter 5

Gohan watched his alternate counterpart play with his children from outside his office window. It was strange to see; a man hardened by the losses of his family and friends now smiling brightly despite the many scars his body held.

He never fully knew the horrors of the androids; Trunks never said much and the twins never broached the subject, but seeing the scars that told the story on himself made him grateful to Trunks for stepping in when he did. He didn't know if he could live in a world where everyone he loved was gone.

A delightful scent hit his nostrils causing his stomach to growl. He set his papers down and exited the room, eager to get to Videl's cooking. There were 3 more Saiyans in the house, so he had to get there as fast as he could if he wanted to get anything on his plate.

"That smells so good," He heard Bardock compliment Videl the moment he got to the kitchen.

He smiled at everyone who piled in the large dining room, "Good morning." He gave Videl a chaste kiss and helped her take a few plates to the table, "Morning, love."

He took Little Bardock in his arms, grinning the same grin as his son as he led him to the table. Once he set him down, he pressed a kiss to Pan's head before he took his own seat. "Did you two enjoy playing with Gohan?"

Little Bardock nodded vigorously, "Yeah, yeah! He even showed us how to do the Masenko."

Mirai Gohan smiled sheepishly at his counterpart and his counterpart's wife, "I hope that's okay. It's kinda second nature when it comes to the kids."

"We didn't have much of a childhood," Bardock tacked on, a drop of drool coming out of his mouth as he gazed hungrily at the food being put in front of him.

Pan rolled her eyes at her brother but continued, "You know how it was, Gohan. Even when you were 4, you were training to save the world. While we wish we could've had a regular childhood, we're glad that we started training at such a young age. It's what made us stronger."

Gohan raised his hands with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm not mad. I was just surprised that the kids were learning so fast."

Bardock scoffed causing flecks of rice to fall onto his shirt, "Please. Pan was flying when she was only 3 months old."

"And Little Bardock already knows how to fly," Mirai Gohan supplied as he helped Little Bardock with his massive amount of plates.

"With more villains coming, I think it'd be safer if the kids knew more techniques and fighting styles," Videl sighed, finally getting food for herself.

Gohan gave a small smile, "So I guess we're training until that monster comes."

The rest of the Saiyans, including the two kids, gave a whooping cheer before they went back to devouring their breakfast. Gohan smiled at his wife one last time before his mouth became preoccupied with just food.

The fighters began training not a day after they announced it. Vegeta and Goku paired off, being the closest in strength. Trunks, Goten, and Pan were the next group. The two boys, however, mostly wanted to spend their free time with their girlfriends. The others took enjoyment out of seeing Pan beat their faces into the floor after that.

If Pan didn't even get to be in the same timeline as her boyfriend, they didn't have to right to complain about not being with their girlfriends.

Mirai Gohan, Gohan, and Bardock were in their own group. Gohan and Mirai Gohan almost matched up in strength perfectly. They both had their Mystic form and their inner power set free. With that said, they were stronger than Bardock.

"Wait, I don't believe that," Gohan shook his head negatively. "There's no way I'm stronger than my son; the son who beat Kid Buu."

Bardock groaned, leaning his head back, "I didn't kill Kid Buu by myself. Gohan, if you'll remember, you and Pan were the ones who hit him with the kamehameha. I was just holding him down."

"You killed Kid Buuly," Mirai Gohan added. "And according to you and Pan, he was way stronger than Kid Buu was."

Gohan raised a confused eyebrow, "Kid Buuly?"

"I only killed him because I was channeling Oozaru," Bardock replied, ignoring Gohan's question. "If we weren't on the Kai planet, I would've died. I was able to channel that rage and power with a lot of help; help that won't be here for this new threat, help that won't make a difference this time."

"I understand what you're saying," Gohan nodded. "I just don't think Mirai Gohan or I will be able to take down whatever's coming. When push comes to shove, Bardock, it's always you who rises."

Bardock sighed, "It doesn't matter. Let's just get to training." He stepped back and got into a fighting stance.

In the house, Little Bardock, Little Pan, and Bra watched the other Saiyans go at each other almost everything they had. They heard Krillin say something about destroying the planet if they got reckless which was awesome to the kids.

They only wished to have power like that.

"They're so cool," Little Bardock gazed in awe. "Is that really me though, Mommy?" He turned around to ask his mother who sat at the table with Bulma, Chi-Chi, and 18.

Videl smiled at her son, "It could be, but know that it is you no matter what. The Bardock outside isn't what you should measure yourself up to."

Little Bardock pondered for moment before beaming, "I know! I should be more like Daddy."

The adult women laughed at his enthusiasm. Bulma smiled, shaking her head, "Well, that's honestly the best person he could choose."

"I raised my boy right," Chi-Chi chuckled smugly.

Videl nodded in agreement. Her attention was taken by her son who climbed into her lap suddenly. She frowned lightly at his worried black eyes, "Bardock, what's wrong?" She combed her hands through his thick hair gently.

"Are we gonna die?" Little Bardock asked softly.

"No," Videl whispered, heartbroken by his timid question. She shook her head, "No, baby boy, we're not going to. That's why Big Bardock, Big Pan, and your Mirai dad came to help us. They came to make sure no one gets hurt."

Little Bardock frowned, furrowing his brow, "Okay." He burrowed closer to his mother, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face into her neck. "Don't worry, Mommy. I'll make sure no one hurts you."

Tears stung Videl's eyes. She exchanged a glance with the other mothers before she wrapped her arms around her son. She kissed his head. "Thank you, baby."