Gohan's body shook with a mixture of rage and terror, feeling the shower of gore that used to be Krillin rain down upon him. The mad cackling of the terrifying conqueror reached his ears and all he wanted was to shut him up.
But that wasn't to be, his father, Son Goku, the Saiyan from Earth, started to transform. His hair flickered from black to gold and Frieza looked scared. For a moment Gohan felt that things would turn out okay, but fear makes people act crazy and his father was not able to protect himself as he tried to transform and a shot to the heart was all it took.
"No…" Gohan gasped out seeing his father fall. This nightmare would continue.
Then he felt the weight of Piccolo being ripped off his shoulder and the sickening crunch before his Namekian mentor's lifeless body fell to the ground with a broken neck.
"And then there was just you and-" Frieza stopped in front of the child and turned his head. Something in the distance had caught his attention.
Sensing what could possibly have made the most evil being in the universe pause, Gohan realized just as Frieza prepared to launch into the distance what, or more importantly who, it was. "Stop, you can't," Gohan screamed and tried to tackle Frieza only to be batted away by what remained of his tail.
The powerful strike dazed the young child but he knew he couldn't lay in the dirt, because the only beings besides himself and Frieza still on the planet was Bulma Briefs, the defenseless human woman who had come along with him on this suicide mission. Struggling to his feet he shot off the ground as fast as he could go but it wasn't enough to catch up to the emperor of the universe.
Frieza had Bulma on the ground looking terrified and his finger poised to strike her down before a blur landed in front of his shot, taking it for the weak earthling. "Please, Frieza, you can't. Don't kill Bulma," he pleaded through the pain of his bleeding shoulder.
Frieza let out a sickening chortle of delight. "And why not?"
"Because, because- I'm begging you." Gohan debased himself by bowing in surrender to the alien warlord. Tears stung his eyes from all the death and carnage he'd been subjected to in just the last week. "Not Bulma."
"Begging, oh that does bring me joy," Frieza sighed wistfully at the memories of everyone who had done so in the past. But something occurred to him, he had never once had someone so powerful beg before. A young child who was able to fight him off in his third form. "But that's not enough for me to spare her. What do you have to offer me?"
"Nothing, but myself," knowing he was making a gamble right now but if it worked then it would save Bulma's life.
"I was going to kill you so that doesn't really mean much," Frieza folded his arms disapprovingly.
Wracking his brain to come up with anything at all. Gohan blurted out the next thing that came to his mind since he didn't want to try Frieza's patience. "A ship, Bulma can pilot your ship. She's brilliant, the smartest human to ever live." And he meant those words, he had never met someone who he could say matched that blue haired woman's intelligence.
"A monkey is still a monkey," Frieza scoffed.
Quickly reaching into his pocket Gohan pulled out a dyno cap. "No see, she invented these, you don't have technology like this, please just think about what she could do for you." activating the dyno cap that revealed the quantity of food stored inside such a small space. It had been Gohan's lunch that he brought with him in case he had time to eat, as a hungry saiyan is not at their full strength.
The sudden appearance of that much mass which violated known laws of physics was surprisingly impressive to Frieza who while never cared about technology as more than a tool for him to use did understand the fundamental principles of how the universe worked and this was clearly a marvel that he would admit that he had never seen before.
"And she can do so much more if you let her live, please… Lord Frieza, don't kill Bulma, please," going back to bowing in front of the warlord for enough mercy to let his friend live.
Frieza looked between the young hybrid saiyan who was doing everything he loved to see others do and the terrified but also concerned woman who couldn't decide who to look at, the child or himself. Humming while he debated on the subject, Frieza smirked as he came to a devious decision.
"Very well, I will spare this woman," Frieza said, almost losing his composure to laugh at how much hope just appeared on the child's face at the mere thought that this earthling would live longer. "But you, child of earth, are now my slave for all eternity."
"Gohan don't, you can run," Bulma quickly shouted. "Let me die and you can get away and find some way to stop him, don't- grrk," the blue haired woman's pleas were cut off by the strong hand wrapped around her throat.
"NO!" Gohan screamed. "I'll do it, I'll be your slave, just let her live, please. Lord Frieza, we have a deal, let her go."
Loving how he was getting exactly what he wanted he dropped the woman who began to desperately suck in air. "Good child, come along, you two have a ship to repair and take me out of this shit hole of a planet." Floating off the ground to return to his command ship.
Gohan quickly rushed to Bulma's side and saw the nasty purple bruising on her neck from the grip of a being millions of times stronger than her. "You should have let me die Gohan," Bulma wheezed with tears in her eyes from lack of oxygen.
"I can't, everyone else is… you're all I have left Bulma, I had to protect you." Gohan said sadly and then wrapped his arms around the woman and cried for all that he had lost.
"Gohan, how are my new troops coming along," Frieza demanded to know of the eleven year old. It had been many years since Namek, when the foolish warriors tried to oppose him, however even emerging victorious, Frieza lost capable troops with the demise of Zarbon, Dodoria and the Ginyu Force.
This would have been an immense time sink to have them all replaced with strong aliens, but this child was proof that even weaklings could become stronger with training and thus the half-saiyan was put in charge of making him a new team of elites.
"Good Lord Frieza," Gohan bowed to his master. "These troops have gone from a power level of a measly hundred each to forty thousand, in a few more months they should be on the same level as Jeice and Burter were."
"Acceptable," Frieza looked over the terrified aliens and assessed their own power for himself. That had also been something he made the child do, teach him the various useful techniques that had annoyed him on the former planet Namek. In fact he had taken to some training of his own to round out that weakness of losing power for staying in his full powered form for too long. And part of that required a training partner who could take the hits and that was the young child who had grown in leaps and bounds from the beat downs he would receive.
Sensing the child's power he was certain the boy was now at the same level as half his full power, but instead of being threatened by this he felt glee that someone so powerful was under his complete control and all because if the child stepped out of line the blue haired scientist would be put to death.
That was a weakness Frieza never would have, caring for someone else. That particular human woman however had proved to be quite inventive when incentivized that if she did not produce useful things for his empire then the boy would be beaten within an inch of his life, and he had done so on occasion, whipping and breaking Gohan's bones in front of her. It was intoxicating to watch the woman run around her lab to put together anything to impress him just to make the child's suffering end.
Oh that was joyous anytime that he could force one to debase themselves for the other's safety and continued existence.
Shuffling into his chambers that was granted to him only recently Gohan shucked off his armor and then felt the familiar embrace of the only person who mattered in his life. Leaning into the touch and letting out a pleased hum, he basked in the scent and warmth of Bulma.
"It's your birthday Gohan," Bulma whispered, not wanting to upset the comfortable silence in their shared sanctuary.
"Is it?" Gohan responded tiredly.
"It is," Bulma answered and rested her head on Gohan's hair, the one reminder of her past life that she never wanted to lose.
"Have the other scientists been giving you any more trouble?" Gohan inquired.
Despite his position as Frieza's 'right hand man' for having more power than anyone but the emperor himself, Bulma was not well regarded by the other aliens who viewed her as primitive, no matter that what she created was beyond even their wildest dreams.
But at least after Daigen's drunken attempt to take her resulted in Gohan's violent slaying of the alien, the others in the Frieza Force at least understood her to be off limits for playing with. She was grateful that she didn't have to worry about any of the aliens dragging her away and now that she had moved into Gohan's room she felt far safer than staying in the crew quarters where sometimes she worried about what the aliens would do to her if they ever decided to take their chance.
"No, during work hours they keep to themselves and when it's not I'm hiding in here waiting for you," Bulma answered and relaxed now that her protector was around.
"That's good," Gohan exhaled deeply, he hated having to kill but he would slaughter the universe now if it meant Bulma was untouched by the others.
"Gohan I have a birthday present for you," Bulma nervously said and looked into Gohan's eyes when he stared up at her.
"A present?" Gohan questioned because gift giving was pretty much not possible in their position.
"Sure, just close your eyes," Bulma requested and because Gohan trusted her completely, he complied. 'It's now or never.' Bulma gulped before placing her lips on Gohans. She was relieved when after opening his eyes he didn't recoil from her romantic advance but instead leaned into it.
After a few more seconds holding the kiss, they broke apart. "Aren't I a little too young?" Thinking back to how Earth used to do things, but even then those memories were hazy because it had been so long.
"Yeah, but there's no one else in the universe who I could ever love Gohan," Bulma answered, feeling a bit skeevy for being a grown woman making a move on someone who was the child of her deceased best friend. But she knew what she felt towards Gohan, the respect for him and trust that built between them after all these years with only the other who understood them, it would be impossible for her not to have fallen in love with him.
"Good, because I feel the same," Gohan admitted, having realized that whatever he previously felt towards Bulma, was now a deep love for the woman who was his rock and what kept him sane. He had been worried that only he felt this way and was planning to never bring it up so as not to ruin the only relationship he had in his life now. "Laws don't matter out here anyway, but I can't, give you more, my body isn't ready for things like that."
"I know Gohan, I just wanted you to know how I felt. That you feel the same," Bulma's body practically shuddered with all the tension leaving from the relief that her love was reciprocated. "Gohan, it feels incredible."
"Then let's keep at it," Gohan reached up and cupped her beautiful face and kissed his lover again.
Gohan was nearing eighteen years of age, he had spent more time as a slave to the galactic emperor than not. And in that time his power had grown by leaps and bounds and he had even discovered the feared Super Saiyan form his father had almost completed.
But it still had not been enough, Frieza had anticipated this and trained to an even higher level. With the two sparring nearly daily, Frieza found that his old, lazy ways had left him weak. Now though he had long surpassed his father and brother, and to prove it had slain them in cold blood.
"Gohan," Frieza hummed as they stopped fighting. "You have given me more than I thought possible by showing me the benefits of training. And you have been a loyal servant in the decade since that failed attempt at immortality."
"Thank you Lord Frieza," Gohan bowed to his master.
"So what is it you desire?" Frieza questioned because he was genuinely curious for what his henchman would want in life.
"I desire…" Gohan gulped and almost said he wanted freedom, but he didn't care about that anymore, even if he returned to Earth, what would he get out of it, he hadn't seen his mother since he was under ten, he couldn't even really remember what she looked like at this point. And even if he did, what would he do, go to school, get a job? Absurd, he was a warrior, he conquered planets for his master, brought civilizations to their knees for him. There was only one thing, or more accurately one person who mattered to him.
"I want Bulma," Gohan admitted to his master.
Frieza chortled because he presumed it would be the earthling woman, who had in ten years advanced his army's technology alone in what would have taken teams a hundred years to do. If Gohan's protectiveness had not been enough to deter any potential unwanted advances on her, Frieza declaring that she was now the head of engineering by name would be more than enough. She was still a monkey, but a monkey he would think but never admit to being more intelligent than himself. He knew that he was powerful and smart in his own right but seeing her design a schematic for a wormhole generator to speed up space travel, he simply didn't understand what he was looking at.
He also knew that she was the most precious thing to his servant, being the sole reason he had listened during the early years. "So you wish for her freedom?" Frieza asked and watched Gohan bite his lip.
"No I-," Gohan took a deep breath because he knew that Frieza wasn't joking at the moment. If he said it, Bulma would be free and even taken back to Earth, she would never have to deal with any of this again. She could live a life on Earth, like what she had before. But the thought of remaining here without her, it made him stop breathing. "I wish to make her mine."
"You want her at your beck and call?" Frieza stalked around his most effective soldier. "You want to do with her as you wish? You want to…"
Coming to a stop behind Gohan, he leaned forward. "Impregnate her?"
Gohan sucked in a breath. "I, I want her in every way my lord."
Frieza grinned as he stepped around Gohan. "Very well, you have done admirably for a lesser species. I can grant you this. Have the night off."
Gohan didn't wait before he was out of the room and in the engineering bay. Bulma was instructing some of the other aliens on how to put the panels onto a machine she was building. She had lied to Lord Frieza about what it was, she had claimed it was a wormhole generator, which in some contexts it used wormhole technology. But it was in actuality a time machine, she had realized that she could use it to send Gohan back to Namek, to fix things.
She just told Orang to tighten the screws when she felt a set of arms wrap around her. "Hey, what's the big-" Bulma started to struggle because if Lord Frieza had found out that someone was interfering with her work, they would be killed, and that would be a mercy to what Gohan would do if he found someone assaulting her. But she was spun around to see the near manic look on the only person in the universe she trusted, that she loved. "Gohan?" she said in confusion and a bit of embarrassment that she had freaked out in front of her subordinates like so.
"Come with me," Gohan eagerly pulled on her, but gently so he didn't hurt her as he led her through the winding halls of the mothership towards their shared room.
"What's so important that you-" Bulma asked once the door shut but Gohan capturing her lips let her moan into them as she wrapped her arms around him. "Alright, but what got you so worked up."
"You're mine now," Gohan whispered as he started to strip out of his armor. "Lord Frieza had asked me what I desire most in the universe and he would grant it to me."
Bulma pulled her shirt over her head and let Gohan pin her to the wall once more. "And what did you- wish for?" she gasped out as Gohan sucked on her neck while letting his hands dropped down and squeeze her ass.
"You, I don't care for freedom, or Earth, or any amount of money," Gohan growled while he started to run his hands up and down Bulma's body. "You were all that I want, everything that I need."
Bulma had many nights just holding Gohan, and they had shared kisses before, but they always had a fear of going beyond if the monster that enslaved them learned of their dalliances, there was a greater possibility that Frieza didn't care one iota about what the two 'monkeys' did with each other. But if Gohan was able to sire a child with her, that would give him more leverage over them, they couldn't risk it. But as Frieza had essentially bequeathed her to Gohan, they had gained his blessing in a way.
So their ever building lust finally had an outlet, one Bulma had been craving for so long. Dropping to her knees she pulled open the pants Gohan wore and freed him, his hard shaft slapping against her face but she didn't care, it was so glorious, she grabbed it in both hands and began to stroke. "I've dreamt of this day for years," Bulma admitted as she rubbed his cock all over her skin. The warmth of it was heavenly and the aroma was already driving her crazy.
She barely waited before engulfing it in her mouth, pushing it into the back of her throat to taste him. Bulma let out a throaty moan of bliss for having a man's meat in her mouth. She wanted every inch of him she could get, pressing forward she felt his girth manage to get down into her throat as her face was planted in his crotch. The heavy swaying sack slapped on her chin and told her that he was full of rich, creamy baby batter and it was all hers. His scent was overpowering her senses and she just wanted to stay wrapped in it. With no world outside Gohan's manly musk and his rock hard cock for her to coax load after load out of.
Bulma managed to pull herself off Gohan's cock before she passed out because as glorious as it would be to just let things happen, she wanted to be conscious for their first time together, later she'd tell Gohan to just abuse her throat to his heart's content. Pushing him back so he stumbled onto their bed, she straddled him and pulled her pants off. "God I'm so fucking wet," Bulma commented about she had flooded her panties in the time she made sure Gohan was as hard as could be.
Gohan's hands were on her hips as he helped the older woman line up before she dropped down and they were one flesh. The pair gasped out at the intimate contact before Gohan pulled Bulma down to lock lips once again. Slowly he started to thrust, wanting to find a pace that would provide his lover the most pleasure.
Bulma could feel Gohan's cock inside her, throwing her head back she rode his lap like he was a bucking bronco. Screaming out in ecstasy from the years of celibacy, it was everything her body needed. She didn't last long before her walls clamped down and she cried out her lover's name.
Sweating harder than his training Gohan brought his woman down to capture her lips as he came inside her. But this event had been a long time coming, their bodies and souls were meant for more, spinning to put Bulma under him as he mounted her. His cock never left her body pounding away as she let out beasial moans of passion.
For hours the pair coupled in passionate fury, and by the time their bodies fell limp onto the bed, the air was thick with the scent of their mixed fluid. Gohan covered his eyes with his arm while holding Bulma to his body as she cuddled into his side. "That was perfect Gohan," Bulma cooed while sighing happily.
"I only wish it happened earlier, but we can do it so many more times, until you're pregnant," Gohan promised her that he'd make her a mother.
"Then you really wish to raise a child together?" Bulma asked.
Gohan nodded while stroking Bulma's back. "Of course," he answered. "I know it wasn't in a chapel or anything but, you're my wife Bulma."
"We're married now?" Bulma questioned.
Gohan shrugged. "I can't see myself with anyone other than you, and I'm claiming you."
Bulma let out a throaty purr as she dragged a finger down her 'husband's' torso. "Claiming me, oh Gohan that's so… hot," Bulma grinned before latching onto his shaft and cranking it to get it hard and ready again.
Gohan met her gaze and flipped her onto her back before ramming into her again. She let her beastly lover fill her over and over while she clutched the sheets tightly between her fingers, locking her legs around his waist so he couldn't not release every ounce of his seed in her.
Once they were truly and utterly exhausted Bulma began to whisper into his ear. "Tomorrow, come to the lab at crew meal time, I want to show you something. I can't tell you anything more than that right now."
Gohan wanted to ask what she wanted him in the lab for but Bulma always had a reason for her actions and if she couldn't say more now, then he'd find out later. But for now, he'd sleep.
Once his trainees were dismissed for their meals, Gohan diverted from his normal course to the lab. He passed by a number of aliens who wisely stayed out of his way. Entering the room the last of the engineers departed leaving only himself and Bulma. "So what did you want me here for anyway?" Gohan questioned.
Bulma stole a glance at the security cameras that littered the room and she knew that the aliens on the bridge could look in at any moment. Crooning her finger, she got Gohan to follow her around her newest machine, she playfully shook her rear and that got Gohan to look quite shocked. "We're going to fool around in here?!"
Once he came around to the back of the machine Bulma lifted up her shirt where she had written words on her skin.
This is a time machine, it's set to before Frieza killed your dad, go back and stop him
Gohan realized why she wasn't talking and how she couldn't even keep a note for fear that someone saw it in anyway but writing on her skin in an area no alien would look and covering up her reveal by disguising it at them debasing each other so the bridge crew would likely have switched off that camera as there was no way any of the other aliens would chance Lord Frieza seeing it because he might just kill them for showing it to him. Leaning back Gohan could see the camera was angled away from them, but it would still pick up sounds. "We can come together," Gohan said choosing his words carefully.
Being the absolute genius that she was, she picked up on what Gohan was doing. "But it'd be so cramped are you sure?"
Gohan kept an eye on the camera to make sure it wasn't panning over. "Oh yes, it'll be a squeeze but I'm sure we can fit."
"We won't have much time before the others come back, what if they hear us?" Bulma worried because the time machine wasn't the quietest device she ever made, it could easily alert people to something going on and it also wasn't designed to take damage, she figured most of the aliens could render it inoperable with just a single shot.
"I'm sure if we hurry we'd be done before anyone gets back," Gohan said while gently pulling Bulma to his chest, he couldn't risk touching the ladder, if he made a noise that sounded wrong then someone might catch on. So he jumped up and had to carefully angle himself to land on the seat, Bulma was typing away on the machine while he slowly lowered the lid. Once she was nestled into his body she activated it.
A loud noise rang through the room and Gohan could see that the camera had started to swivel back over. But Bulma was pushing buttons while looking at the door, it was a race against time, could they get the device working before the bridge could alert anyone to get to the lab.
Gohan worried that he should stay behind to fight off the troops that might try to step them but then they'd be right back where they started, with no one to kill Frieza. And Bulma couldn't do anything to stop the soldiers he trained so they just had to pray it worked. But he could sense it, Frieza was approaching and fast, the machine still had a few more seconds but Frieza would be there in half the time, suddenly a loud voice rang in his head and it sounded familiar to him.
"Look out Frieza, it's a trick, they're right behind you," Goku's voice shouted from the aether.
"Dad?!" Gohan questioned how his father was speaking.
"Sorry Gohan, just made King Kai really mad with that stunt, and good luck," Goku's voice called out before going away. Just as the machine began to phase them out of the timeline the door opened and Frieza stalked in.
The two locked eyes and Gohan could have sworn before he disappeared that Frieza was smirking.
The machine touched back down on the blue grass plains of Namek, the dome opening allowed the two to smell non-recycled air for the first time in years. "It worked," Bulma exclaimed happily. "It actually worked."
"What if it didn't?" Gohan asked while lifting himself and Bulma out of the machine and onto the surface where the nightmares began.
"We'd blow up and die," Bulma answered honestly.
"Huh?" Gohan mused because it'd be a less painful way to go than if Frieza had gotten to them. "Well, I need to get the job done."
Gohan closed his eyes to sense for energy signatures, and he could feel some. "Frieza hasn't killed everyone yet, but he's going to soon."
Taking a step he was stopped by Bulma grabbing his hand and turning him around. She planted the biggest, most passion filled kiss she could muster. "Please, end this," pleading that this can all be over.
Nodding, Gohan skyrocketed his power level to its maximum, which was sure to catch everyone's attention. He was last clocked at over five hundred million in his super saiyan form, which would be more than enough to eliminate such a weak version of Lord Frieza.
Shooting off the ground Bulma watched the shining golden star soar through the sky, an answer to the prayers a decade in the making.
Goku had just unleashed his Kaio-Ken infused Kamehameha against Frieza, only to see it had little effect on the galactic emperor but before the fight could continue Goku's head snapped away from the immense power level coming their way. It was like ten Frieza's put together. "Who is that?" Goku questioned.
"What is so damn important?" Frieza turned from his next victim to see something approaching, even without the ability to sense energy like these monkeys, he could feel this power. It dwarfed his own.
Coming to a stop and floating, Gohan looked at the monster who enslaved him and his wife to his own father looking confused. Pushing down all the complicated feelings upon seeing his dad once again, Gohan faced Frieza. "I'm going to give you a quick and painless death Lord Frieza, that is my final gift, considering you have given me my wife."
"What?" Frieza squawked out before he was engulfed in golden ki that evaporated him from the universe.
Gohan took a deep breath before sensing to make sure Frieza was actually dead and gone completely. But it was true, Frieza was gone. He shuddered from the immense weight leaving his shoulders and he fell out of his super saiyan form and looked to his dad with tears in his eyes. "It's over dad, he's gone," Gohan bit his lip and floated over to his confused father.
Goku didn't know who this person was but they had just killed Frieza like it was nothing and then started to cry. It didn't make sense that this person called him dad because Gohan was still on the ground, but he sensed no hostility as the strange newcomer floated over with arms outstretched. Slowly he returned the hug for a minute before they separated. "So stranger mind telling me who you are?"
Wiping a tear from his eyes, Gohan looked at his dad. "Yeah, I'm your son, Gohan from the future and I have so much to tell you."
Author's Notes: This might just be a one shot, it might be more, not sure about that for right now.