Author's Notes: Hello everyone! I'm really sorry for the long wait, and I'm even sorrier to announce that this is the last chapter of 'Blast to the Past-Rewritten'. DBZ just doesn't catch my interest anymore, but I had to finish the story; I couldn't just abandon it. Thus, here comes a final, rushed chapter that isn't anything like the original idea of the story.

Please read the final Author's Notes at the end, it's important!

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!

Chapter 6

"Nothing," Eighteen said before Krillen could even open his mouth, "We were just passing by," With that, she took hold of her husband's arm, turned around and dragged him out of the place. They both could hear the twins' mother huff not a bit annoyed then slam the door shut behind her, her daughter's wails still clearly heard.

"Well… what now?" he refrained from commenting about what a disaster the meeting with the mother turned out to be. Instead of answering, the blonde marched down the road, away from the house. Krillen walked after her, albeit at a slower pace.

"This just wasn't what I expected," she said softly over the breeze that Krillen almost missed it, "To be hated by my own parents," Ah, so she had picked up on that too… The bald man did not know what he should say. He kept silent. His partner didn't talk either. Silence stretched on between the two of them, thick and almost unbearable. They had stopped walking a while back, opting to sit on a bench nearby.

Elderly people shuffled by every now and then, sometimes alone, sometimes with younger people. At some point, a bunch of children rushed in front of them, presumably playing a game of tag. It was a nice neighborhood, Krillen noted vaguely. Only the house they had visited seemed out of place. It had gotten late, really late. The sky was already dark and the first stars were already peeking out of their morning hideout. People, young and old, had retired into their houses in response to the late hour.

Just when he was about to suggest going to a hotel or something, he caught movement in his peripheral vision. The person was walking fast, as if in a hurry, with a black suitcase in his hand. He couldn't tell for sure in the dim light but he was convinced the person was a man. He was wearing a hat that covered his features nicely. He had long hair that almost touched the ground. He thought he looked familiar. Eyes widening in slow realization, Krillen nudged his wife and motioned to the figure that had just walked past them.

"Eighteen… isn't that…?"

"Let's go," she ordered curtly. And so they followed the mysterious person. The couple made sure to make as little noise as possible. Just what was that man doing here now? He walked to Eighteen's childhood home. Taking brisk steps, he went up the porch and knocked strongly three times. Eighteen and Krillen silently flew closer, looking for a place to hide and still be able to hear what happened. Soon, the door opened.

"Oh, hello Doctor! Please come in!" The mother's voice, which was filled with contempt when they had first come, held a jolly tone.

"My sincere apologies, I am in quite a hurry," the man said, not sounding regretful at all, "I presume our deal still stands?"

"But of course," she replied evenly, the false cheer coating her voice long gone, "I'll be right back with them," She kept the door open as she went back inside. A few minutes later, she had returned with two small figures held in her arms. Eighteen and Krillen could feel the air grow colder as a sickly grin split the man's face in half.

"Your cooperation will undoubtedly be of great use," he commented as he exchanged the bag for the twins.

"If you don't mind waiting a moment," the woman opened the bag. The couple could make out a hefty amount of money as the twin's mother eyed the contents of the bag.

"I think everything is in order," the man stated, "I shall be taking my leave now," With a curt nod, he turned and left. The blonde immediately trailed after him, her husband close behind. White, hot anger burned through her to the extent that it was the only thing she could feel. She was sold out to Dr. Gero by her own mother and father! Just so they could get a little money, she had to be turned into an android.

Suddenly feeling the energy leave her, she stopped midair and slowly descended onto the ground. She heard Krillen land beside her. Warm arms encircled her and she leant into them, for once deciding not to push him away.

Why were her parents so disregarding of her and her brother? Did they not care about their children at all? If things had been different, if things weren't the way they were, if she had different parents… she was sure she could have grown up happy.

The first man who ever loved her for what and who she was murmured soft, sweet nothingness into her ear. And despite the fact that he was a lot shorter than she was, much weaker than her enhanced self, she felt oddly safe with him.

Perhaps it was better this way. That she got turned into an android. If she hadn't become an android, she wouldn't have lived long enough to meet her husband. Wouldn't have been able to fall in love with him and soon marry him. Wouldn't have been able to bring a child into this world. Wouldn't have been able to raise that child with the man she loved. Wouldn't have been able to feel the loved of her family.

Hot tears streaked down her cheeks as she finally realized. She was never lacking anything in her life on Earth with Krillen and Marron. She had everything she needed; a charming man who loved her more than anything and an adorable daughter who she thought the world of. She had a family. She had been happy with her life. She didn't need to know anything about her past. That time had already gone after all.

"Let's go home," she said after she was sure her voice wouldn't crack.

"Are you sure?" her husband asked, ever caring, "We can still stop him from turning you into an android, if that's what you want," He said with a sad smile. Apparently, he knew that if she agreed to do so, he would never get the chance to meet her since she would already be long dead by the time he was born. Krillen was ready to give her what she wanted at the expense of his own happiness. She couldn't help the fond smile that stretched across her lips as she shook her head.

"I already have everything I want," Eighteen decided that instead of repenting on the past, thinking of what could have been and what-ifs, she would look forward to the future and live the present moment as it is, for better or for worse. She would start now, and she would set things straight.

With a grin, Krillen tinkered with the time machine they had acquired. They held hands while the blast of time-jumping took effect. It didn't take long for them to find themselves back in front of their house.

"Krillen…" her husband looked at her lovingly, "Thank you for everything,"

The End

Author's Notes: Again, I really am sorry for the less than satisfying ending, but as I said if I didn't end this now, it probably will never be.

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Thanks for sticking with me for so long! Again, I apologize for the less than satisfactory ending, but I hope it wasn't that bad! Bye!