A short Introduction
A new World and an open sea
Death was inevitable. Facing those two monsters was sure suicide, but beyond that darkness, there was a powerful sense of hope. This was why the last thing Gohan did was smile. He knew that Trunks would accomplish what he had been carefully training him to do. He knew that despite his weakness, Trunks would more than make up for it.
As such, when he took up the proverbial sword for the last time and fought the killer Androids, he did his best to hurt them before his assured demise. That he did, and then some.
Android 18's face was cracked, and her right arm was a mangled mess of artificial flesh and bent metal at the wrist where Gohan had grabbed her mid punch.
Android 17 had taken less damage, being the most powerful amongst the three combatants, merely having a twitching eye from a particularly vicious hook from the enraged half Saiyan.
The book of life was brief for Son Gohan, but as the pages turned, the shadows of hopelesness had never once descended upon him. There were times when he grieved. Times when he cried. There were times when he blamed himself for not being strong enough, but never once did he give up. Never once did he say "It's too hard. I can't do it".
He had instilled that ironclad spirit of determination and hope into his successor and closest friend, Trunks. Thus he was sure, sure that Trunks would carry on the spirit of hope and take righteous retibution upon the Androids.
As the final page turned for Son Gohan, and his soul was to be brought to the afterlife, something happened that not even the angels did not expect.
His body and soul vanished, removed from the universes that were under the not so watchful eyes of the Omni King Zen'o.
Having made peace with his death, Gohan was taken by surprise when instead of the afterlife that his father and Krillen had told him about, he found himself taking in the salty smell of the ocean, and the rough rocking of a large ship out on the open sea.
The sound of men's voices calling out various commands and orders as the swabbies and deckhands ran about above his cabin. Opening his eyes was hard, and they were heavy. In fact his whole body was sluggish and cold, including both his arms that were much paler than normal.
At the moment of his awakening, he noticed his rather spacious but simple cabin upon whatever vessel he had been stowed away upon.
Still sluggish and groggy, things were absorbed slowly, but as his mind cleared, Gohan was hit with a myriad of realizatons.
One: he was very much alive.
Two: his arm was back, and his body was healed fully, if not a bit stiff. The only reminder of his past being the various scars that could not be healed.
Three: He was not anywhere he knew of, but judging by his condition and lack of shackles or chains, he had not been taken from the street and enslaved.
Four: After a moment of spreading his energy across the planet, he could not sense anyone or anything he knew.
This quickly led to panic. Throwing his blankets aside, Gohan quickly jumped out of the bed and searched his cabin for any sort of clue before he would leave the cabin.
Thankfully, as he realized that he had nothing but his underwear and socks on, he saw his Gi folded up on the dresser top across from the bed, the belt lying neatly on the right of it.
Only then as he walked over to it, that he noticed the large open scroll on the desk next to the dresser. It was made of a tanned paper that looked quite thick. There was ink writing on it that looked very much old fashioned to his modern eyes. Still, if it was an answer to what was happening to him, he would give it a proper reading.
After putting on his Gi and boots, he stretched some of the stiffness out of his muscles, the remainder of what must have been rigor mortis.
It was a grim thought that he quickly pushed to the side in favor of his practicality. Reading the scroll.
Walking over to the desk, he pulled the stained oak chair out of its position at the desk and sat down. Careful as to not tear the paper with his immense strength, he brought it to his eyes.
It was both what he had expected and very much not at the same time.
The steel oil lantern on the wall above the desk and the light from the sun coming through the glass window not more than ten or so feet from the desk gave enough lighting to the room to read quite comfortably. As it would be both unfortunate and uncomfortable for it to be dim.
What at first had been a confusing paragraph of an unknown language quickly shifted into legible writing. Relieved at the queer change to the paper, Gohan began reading.
The mesage was brief but very much to the point.
It spoke of future events in his universe. Most importantly that his universe would be erased by a God by the name of Zen'o the Omni King not too many years later. The writing was not very emotional or very sympathetic, like a stenographer documenting events at a courtroom, but at least Trunks had won and would be living in a different timeline with his wife.
Also, it was revealed that Bulma survived long enough to make a time machine.
Then he frowned, at the end of the letter was a short few sentences that he was saved out of curiosity, and should not expect any more favors from the being that had helped him. Though if he wished to find it, he would have to do so out of his own power and mind.
Gohan grit his teeth and clenched his fist in frustration. This being that had in no minced words abducted him as if he was some toy was just doing whatever it wanted to. His own desires be damned. He wanted to speak his mind to whatever being it was that sent him here and possibly force it to send him home, but he had no clue who it was and much less where to find it to enact such a plan.
In a last ditch effort, he tried to sense any residual energy on the scroll, but there was no energy that he was capable of sensing.
Whatever or whoever had brought him here was at least dilligent enough to erase it's traces.
This left Gohan in a sour mood. He was some being or multiple being's entertainment. He would not let that happen. Not after the Androids.
Turning the scroll over, as maybe there might be some sign or sigil on the back, he was slightly disappointed to find none. Then again, if this being had hidden it's energy, of course it wouldn't put it's mark on the document. In fact there wasn't even a name scribbled upon the paper.
Placing it down and taking a deep breath, Gohan centered himself. Getting overly angry would do nothing right now for him. Then, as if the scroll had been thrown into the flames, it shriveled and whithered into a tiny pile of black ash on the table.
That sealed the deal for Gohan. Whatever was at play here was not Ki. His only alternative was magic or some godly intervention. He knew about magic from the tales of Roshi's sister Baba, and he knew that gods existed.
His logic was sound enough to pass a simple bar, but untill he had more information, he couldn't be sure.
His thoughts were cut short when he heard screaming from above deck and the sounds of fighting.
" Merfolk Raiders! To arms Sailors!" Came the brave shouting of a man ringing a loud bell and shouting through the halls.
Sure enough, Gohan felt various incredibly weak Ki signatures ascending from the depths towards the ship at a frighteningly fast pace.
Then he felt people start dying.
It was time to take action.
AN: This is just the introduction. The actual chapters will be considerably longer with more content to read.