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*The Next Day - The Capsule Corp*

With Young Future Trunks gone, Future Bulma had Future Gohan all to herself. Of course, it was only because her son was still upset that she and Gohan had a love affair behind his back. Although, it truthfully wasn't her fault, especially since Vegeta and the other Z-Warriors have been long dead due to the androids killing them, she should've been honest with her son back then. Right now, though, he just needed some time and space for himself.

She then walked to the backyard to see Future Gohan sitting on the floor while having his eyes closed.

"There he is…" She said dreamingly, her voice a soft whisper, "I wonder what he's doing?"

It looks like Gohan was meditating… However, he was doing more than that.


*Future Gohan's Mind*

The lone warrior opened his eyes and looked upon where he was at. He was at Kame House… And he glared at the very person who kidnapped him a long time ago.

"Raditz… "

His voice rang out with a fury that only a Saiyan could muster. Raditz, the Saiyan who had come to Earth to conquer it, was standing before him, his evil grin as menacing as ever. Gohan, however, was not the same young boy he had been back then. Years of fighting against overwhelming odds had tempered him into a hardened warrior, his eyes burning with a resolute fire.

'You think you can defeat me, Gohan?' Raditz sneered, his voice laced with arrogance. 'You're just a child, a pathetic excuse for a Saiyan!'

Gohan's fists clenched. He remembered the fear he'd felt as a child, the helplessness he'd experienced. He remembered how Raditz kidnapped him to force his father to join his evil uncle. He remembered the pain of losing his father, the burden of the world falling upon his young shoulders. But those memories were fuel for his fire, driving him to push himself further, to become stronger than he ever thought possible.

'I'm not a child anymore, Raditz,' Gohan growled, his voice low and dangerous. 'I've learned from the best, and I'm going to make you pay for everything you've done.'

He lunged at Raditz, his fists blazing with ki. Raditz, caught off guard by Gohan's ferocity, barely managed to dodge the attack. The two Saiyans clashed in a whirlwind of blows, Gohan's determination fueled by the memory of his father's and Piccolo's teachings, his own relentless training, and the burning desire for vengeance. He pushed himself to the limit, his body screaming in protest, but his spirit remained undaunted.

He fought through the pain, each blow fueled by the image of Raditz's cruel laughter, the memories of himself getting kidnapped by him, his father's sacrifice, the promise he made to protect his world. He fought with a ferocity that surprised even himself, his attacks becoming more precise, more powerful with each passing moment.

Finally, with a thunderous roar, Gohan landed a final, devastating blow, sending Raditz crashing to the ground, defeated.

Gohan stood over his fallen opponent, panting heavily. His muscles ached, his body screamed for rest, but a sense of accomplishment, of vindication, washed over him. He had done it. He had defeated Raditz.

He closed his eyes, the image of Raditz fading away. He conquered one of his childhood nightmares. However, he needed a bigger challenge.

...

He opened his eyes, the world around him shifting. The training grounds vanished, replaced by the desolate landscape of the wasteland. The air was thick with the stench of decay, the remnants of the battle against Nappa and Vegeta still visible. A sense of unease settled upon him. It wasn't just the bleakness of the landscape, but the memory of Piccolo's actions, the kidnapping, the harsh training regimen, the forced alliance.

As the image of Piccolo solidified in his mind, his face hardened. It was time to confront this new challenge. It was time to face the man who had been both his captor and his mentor.

"Piccolo…" Gohan whispered, the name tasting like ash on his tongue. He knew this was a different kind of battle. It wasn't about defeating him, but about understanding him, about accepting the complicated role he played in Gohan's life.

Piccolo materialized before him, his stoic face etched with the wisdom of years. Gohan, however, saw not the wise mentor but the cold, calculating warrior who had once kidnapped him. The image of Piccolo's hand clamping down on his shoulder, the fear that had gripped him, flooded back.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself. He would not let his emotions control him. He would face Piccolo, not with anger or resentment, but with the calm resolve he had learned from his father.

'Why did you kidnap me?' Gohan asked, his voice steady despite the tremors within him.

Piccolo remained silent, his gaze unwavering. He understood Gohan's pain. The Saiyan threat had been real, and he had acted as he believed was necessary. He had been ruthless, but his actions had been born out of a desperate need to protect Earth.

'Because you were the only one who could stand a chance against the Saiyans,' Piccolo finally responded, his voice deep and resonant. 'You were the key to our survival.'

Gohan knew this. He had seen the potential in himself, the power that lay dormant within him. He had been trained to unleash that power, to become a warrior, to fight for his world. But the cost had been high.

'But it wasn't right,' Gohan countered, his voice gaining strength. 'It wasn't right to take me away from my family, to force me into this life. I was just a child.'

Piccolo remained silent, his eyes reflecting a flicker of understanding. He knew he had been harsh, even cruel. He had pushed Gohan to his limits, forcing him to endure pain and hardship he never deserved. But he had done it for a reason, a reason that was now lost in the dust of time.

Gohan continued, his voice filled with a newfound confidence. 'I'm not blaming you. I understand why you did it. But I also know that I deserve to be treated with respect, to be given a choice, to be allowed to live my own life.'

Piccolo finally nodded, a rare sign of respect from the normally stoic warrior. He saw the strength in Gohan, not just in his physical abilities, but in his spirit. He saw the young man he had helped mold, the warrior he had helped create, and he recognized the man he was becoming.

Gohan took a step closer, his eyes meeting Piccolo's. 'I'm not here to fight you, Piccolo. I'm here to understand you. To understand the choices you made, the sacrifices you made. To understand the man you are.'

Piccolo looked at him, a flicker of something akin to gratitude in his eyes. He had never expected Gohan, the boy he had kidnapped, the warrior he had trained, to ever offer him understanding.

And in that moment, as the image of Piccolo faded, Gohan knew he had conquered another of his childhood nightmares. He had faced his past, his fears, and come out stronger. He had learned to forgive, to understand, to move forward. And he knew, with a certainty that warmed his heart, that he was ready for whatever the future held.

...

He closed his eyes once more, awaiting his next challenge… This time, he was still in the wastelands, but he was up against Vegeta's lackey… Nappa… The same one who killed his friends the first time… And killed Piccolo right in front of him when the Namekian Warrior shielded him to save his life.

"Nappa…" The name hissed from Gohan's lips, a cold dread settling in his stomach. The image of Nappa, towering and menacing, materialized before him, his cruel grin a mockery of the pain he had inflicted. Gohan felt the familiar surge of anger, of grief, of a burning desire for revenge. But this time, something was different. He had learned to control his emotions, to channel them into strength.

He took a deep breath, focusing on the image of Nappa. He saw the fear in his eyes when Piccolo had unleashed his full power, the desperation in his voice as he begged for mercy. He saw the raw, unbridled power that had made him a formidable enemy, but also a vulnerable one.

Gohan began to move, his movements fluid and graceful, mirroring the techniques he had learned from Piccolo. He imagined himself dodging Nappa's attacks, his fists slamming into the Saiyan's chest, his ki blasts scorching the air. He felt the power flowing through him, the strength of his own spirit amplified by his training.

He fought Nappa in his mind, each blow a testament to his resilience, each parry a reflection of his growing skill. He didn't just attack; he understood. He understood Nappa's weaknesses, his strengths, his motivations. He saw beyond the brute force, beyond the cruelty, to the emptiness that lay beneath.

The image of Nappa wavered, his power fading. He was no longer a formidable adversary, but a shadow of the warrior he once was. Gohan felt a pang of pity, a recognition of the tragic fate that had befallen him.

The image dissolved, leaving behind a sense of peace. Gohan had conquered Nappa, not with brute force, but with understanding. He had faced his past, his pain, and emerged stronger. He had learned to forgive, not the act, but the man.

He opened his eyes, the familiar wasteland around him now seeming less bleak, less hopeless. He was no longer the scared boy who had witnessed the death of his mentor and friends. He was a warrior, a man, a survivor. He had learned to control his anger, to harness his power, to face his fears.

...

He closed his eyes again, the image of the wastelands disappearing within his mind… He then opened his eyes and looked around where he was. Now, he was on Planet Namek. He remembered how his journey to Planet Namek became… He saved a small Namekian child named Dende from Frieza's lackey - Dodoria. Later, he had to team up with Vegeta to go up against the Ginyu Force before finally facing off against Frieza himself.

Right now, he was up against the very person who killed Dende's family and tried to kill Dende after that… Dodoria…

"Dodoria…" Gohan whispered, the name a bitter taste on his tongue. His fists clenched, his Saiyan blood boiling. He could feel the familiar rage rising, threatening to consume him. But he held it back, forcing himself to remain calm.

He took a deep breath, visualizing the battlefield. Dodoria stood before him, his monstrous form radiating a chilling aura. The air crackled with energy as the two clashed, their blows echoing through the desolate landscape.

Gohan felt the impact of Dodoria's attacks, the searing pain of his own strikes. He saw the fear in Dende's eyes, the terror of his own family's demise. He heard the screams, the cries of anguish, the echoes of the fallen.

He was fighting not just for himself, but for the memories of his fallen friends, for the future of his world, for the innocent lives that Dodoria had ruthlessly extinguished.

Gohan gritted his teeth, his body trembling with the intensity of his emotions. He channeled his rage, his grief, his determination, and focused it into a single, unwavering point. His muscles tensed, his Ki flared, and he unleashed a devastating attack, a wave of energy that consumed Dodoria, leaving nothing but ashes.

He opened his eyes, the image of Dodoria's demise fading away. He was back in the wasteland, his heart pounding in his chest. He took a deep breath, calming his racing pulse.

"It worked," he whispered, tracing the faint scar on his arm, a reminder of the battles he had faced, the sacrifices he had made.

He had learned to control his anger, to channel his emotions into his fighting style. He had learned to fight not with brute force, but with strategy, with precision, with the unwavering conviction of a warrior who had seen the depths of despair and risen above it.

...

He closed his eyes, he was ready for the next challenge. He opened his eyes again. He was still on Namek, but this time, he was up against Guldo and Reccome, the two members of the Ginyu Force.

"Guldo… Recoome…" He muttered, his voice low and steady. The image of their cruel faces, their ruthless attacks, flashed before his eyes. He could feel the fear, the desperation that had nearly overwhelmed him in that battle. He had faced them before, and the memory of their ruthless strength sent a chill down his spine.

Guldo, with his time-stopping ability, had been a nightmare. Recoome, with his brute force and destructive power, had nearly shattered his spirit. But this time, Gohan was different. He had trained, honed his skills, and learned to control his emotions. He was ready to face them, not with fear, but with unwavering confidence.

He closed his eyes again, focusing on the image of Recoome's hulking form, his massive fists pounding the ground. Gohan pictured Recoome's attacks, anticipating his every move. He visualized himself dodging the blows, countering with precise strikes, his Ki surging with controlled fury.

He opened his eyes, his gaze laser-focused. He felt a surge of energy coursing through his veins, a feeling of absolute control. He had trained in this wasteland, pushing his mind and body to their limits, learning to visualize his opponents, to anticipate their moves, and to react with lightning speed.

Suddenly, Recoome materialized before him, his face contorted in a cruel smile. 'So, you're the little Saiyan who's been making a fuss?' he sneered, his voice booming.

Gohan remained unfazed, his eyes locked on Recoome's. He knew the next few moments would be crucial. Recoome launched a devastating attack, a barrage of punches that seemed to defy the laws of physics. Gohan, however, had anticipated this. He moved with a speed that defied perception, dodging each blow with ease. He counterattacked, his fist connecting with Recoome's jaw, sending the Ginyu Force member reeling.

Recoome roared in anger, his eyes blazing with fury. He charged forward, his fist aimed at Gohan's chest. Gohan, however, had already anticipated this. He leaped back, his Ki flaring, and unleashed a devastating Kamehameha, the energy wave engulfing Recoome in a blinding light.

Recoome was knocked back, his body scorched and smoking. Gohan, however, didn't let up. He knew that Recoome was still alive, still dangerous. He channeled his Ki, focusing on the image of Recoome, his weaknesses, his vulnerabilities. He knew that Recoome's strength was also his weakness, his heavy blows leaving him open to counterattacks.

He charged forward, his fist aimed at Recoome's chest. Recoome, weakened and dazed, tried to block the blow, but Gohan's speed was too great. His fist connected, sending Recoome crashing to the ground, unconscious.

Gohan stood over Recoome, his breath heavy, his muscles aching. He had won, but the battle had taken its toll. He knew that Guldo was still out there, waiting for his chance to strike. He closed his eyes, focusing on Guldo's time-stopping ability, his cruel tactics. He knew that Guldo would be a formidable opponent, but he was ready. He had learned to control his emotions, to channel his energy, to fight with strategy, with precision, with the unwavering conviction of a warrior who had seen the depths of despair and risen above it.

He opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on the horizon. He was ready for the next challenge. He was ready to face Guldo, to face the Ginyu Force, to face any challenge that stood in his path.

"Come on out, you four-eyed freak!" Future Gohan called out, his voice echoing across the desolate battlefield. He knew it was a foolish act, a taunt that would only serve to anger his opponent. But there was a purpose to his defiance. He was challenging not only Guldo, but his own fears, his own doubts. He was forcing himself to face his demons, to confront the terror that still haunted him.

The air crackled with anticipation. The silence was deafening. Gohan held his breath, waiting for the inevitable attack. Suddenly, a chilling laughter echoed through the air. It was a high-pitched, grating sound that sent shivers down his spine. Guldo appeared, a cruel smile plastered on his face, his four eyes gleaming with malice.

"You think you can defeat me, little Saiyan?" Guldo sneered, his voice dripping with venom. "You think you can escape the clutches of time? You are but a mere pawn in my game, a toy to be manipulated at my whim."

Gohan felt a surge of anger course through him. He would not be a toy. He would not be controlled. He would fight back. He clenched his fists, his Saiyan power surging within him.

"I am not afraid of you, Guldo," Gohan declared, his voice firm and resolute. "I have faced worse than you. I have seen the darkness in the heart of the universe. I have stared death in the face and lived to tell the tale. You are nothing to me, but a mere obstacle in my path."

Guldo laughed, a chilling sound that seemed to mock Gohan's defiance. He raised his hand, his four eyes gleaming with sinister intent. Time seemed to slow down, the world around them becoming distorted, blurry. Gohan felt a wave of fear wash over him, but he fought it back, remembering the lessons he had learned. He focused on his energy, channeling his power, preparing to fight against the very fabric of time itself.

"Time is on my side, little Saiyan," Guldo jeered, his voice echoing through the distorted reality. "You will never escape my grasp. You will be frozen in time, forever trapped in my world."

Gohan closed his eyes, focusing on his inner strength. He could feel Guldo's power, the strange energy that manipulated time. But he was ready. He had trained for this moment, both physically and mentally. He had learned to control his ki, to channel it in ways that were beyond the comprehension of ordinary Saiyans. He had learned to fight not only with brute force, but with precision, with strategy, with the unwavering conviction of a warrior who had faced his fears and emerged victorious.

He opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on Guldo. He was ready. He was ready to face time itself. He was ready to defy the limitations of his own existence. He was ready to win.

As Guldo's time-stopping ability began to take effect, Gohan unleashed his own power, a wave of energy that pushed back against the distortion of time. He felt a surge of energy, a feeling of power that was both exhilarating and terrifying. He was not fighting against Guldo, but against the very fabric of reality itself.

The battle raged, a clash of wills, a struggle for control of time itself. The air crackled with energy, the ground trembled beneath their feet. Gohan fought with the ferocity of a cornered animal, his every movement fueled by a desperate need to survive.

Suddenly, a breakthrough. Gohan felt a surge of power, a feeling of liberation. His energy was no longer being restrained by Guldo's time-stopping power. He had broken free.

He opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on Guldo, who was now frozen in time, his cruel smile frozen in mid-air. Gohan had won. He had defeated time itself.

...

Taking a deep breath, Gohan stood tall, his body weary but his spirit unbroken. He once again closed his eyes, the image of Guldo fading away, imagining someone else… someone terrifying with intense power… He opened his eyes one last time… facing off against the tyrant himself… Frieza.

"Frieza…" he muttered, the name a challenge, a vow.

Gohan knew that it was just a mental image of Frieza in his mind, but the monster still gave him unpleasant memories… Frieza was the one who killed countless innocent people… The one who killed Dende… The one who killed Vegeta, even if the saiyan prince deserved it… And the one who wounded Piccolo and killed Krillin right in front of him and his father, Goku… which triggered the Super Saiyan transformation within his father.

The memory of that day, the day Krillin died, the day Goku became Super Saiyan, was etched into his mind. He could still see the look of despair on his father's face, the rage that consumed him, and the blinding golden aura that engulfed him.

Gohan closed his eyes again, focusing on the image of Frieza. He could see the cruel smirk on the tyrant's face, the glint of malice in his eyes. He could feel the oppressive aura of Frieza's power, a suffocating force that threatened to crush him.

He began his training, the image of Frieza his focus. He pictured Frieza's signature attack, the Death Beam, a beam of energy that could obliterate anything in its path. He imagined the heat, the pressure, the sheer destructive force of the attack. He focused on his ki, channeling it into his fists, his legs, his entire body, preparing himself to withstand the onslaught.

He practiced his own attacks, the Kamehameha and the Masenko. He imagined himself dodging Frieza's attacks, his movements precise, his reflexes honed to a razor's edge. He envisioned himself landing a devastating blow, a single strike that would send Frieza reeling.

The training was grueling, pushing him to his limits. He felt his muscles burn, his lungs scream for air, his mind teeter on the edge of exhaustion. But he persevered, fueled by the memory of his fallen friends, the desire to protect the innocent, and the unwavering belief that he could defeat Frieza.

Future Gohan then transformed into a Super Saiyan, hoping to even the odds.

The golden aura enveloped him, amplifying his power tenfold. He felt the surge of energy, the burning sensation in his muscles, the rush of adrenaline. He was ready.

He stood, ready to face Frieza's attack. He pictured the Death Beam hurtling towards him, a beam of pure energy aimed at his chest. He braced himself, feeling the pressure building, the heat intensifying. He focused on his ki, pushing it to its limits, channeling it into his arms, his legs, his core.

Then, he struck. He moved with a speed that rivaled Frieza's own, dodging the Death Beam with ease. He imagined himself countering the attack, his own energy clashing against Frieza's, creating a blinding explosion of light and force. He felt the power of his Super Saiyan form, the raw energy coursing through his veins.

The image training was working. He was becoming one with the battle, anticipating, reacting, countering, all within the confines of his own mind.

He saw himself, a blur of golden energy, landing a final, devastating blow, a ki blast that engulfed Frieza in a blinding explosion of light and energy. He saw the tyrant's body dissolving into nothingness, his reign of terror finally over.

He opened his eyes, his breath ragged, his body trembling with exhaustion. He was back in reality, at Future Bulma's backyard. The sun had completely set, casting the ruined city in an eerie twilight. He stood there, bathed in the fading light, his heart pounding in his chest, a mixture of excitement and exhaustion washing over him.

He had defeated Frieza. Not in reality, not yet. But in his mind, he had overcome the ultimate evil, he had avenged his fallen comrades, he had saved the future.

And that was enough, for now. He had a long way to go, but he knew, deep down, that with enough training, enough dedication, enough faith in his abilities, he could make his vision a reality.


*Back in the Real World*

"Woah…. T-That was intense…" Future Gohan commented on his image training after opening his eyes, his breath catching in his throat. He felt the sweat slicking his skin, the phantom ache in his muscles. He had just finished a brutal mental sparring session with Frieza and the other villains, pushing himself to the limit, forcing himself to overcome the impossible odds.

He heard footsteps behind him and turned around, his gaze meeting Bulma's, a soft smile gracing her lips. 'Oh, hey, Bulma,' he said, his voice still a little shaky from the intensity of his mental battle.

Future Bulma smiled back, her eyes sparkling with amusement. 'Hey, Gohan! So, what were you doing, sitting down in the middle of my backyard?'

Gohan sat down on the grass, his back against the trunk of a large oak tree, feeling the cool bark against his skin. 'Just… practicing,' he said, a little embarrassed. 'I've been working on this new technique. It's called image training. It's like… visualizing myself fighting and winning."

Bulma raised an eyebrow, intrigued. 'Really? And how does it work?'

Gohan explained, his voice hushed, filled with a quiet intensity. 'It's hard to explain. But basically, I close my eyes and imagine myself facing an opponent, and I try to feel the movements, the energy, the emotions. It's like… fighting in my mind.'

'Hmmm… Now that I think about it,' Bulma starts to remember, 'You and Krillin did the same thing during our trip to Namek a long time ago. You two would sit there, eyes closed, talking about the power you felt, the ki you imagined, fighting each other in your minds... It was… strange, but I guess it worked, right?'

Gohan chuckled, a little self-conscious. 'Yeah, it kind of worked. But this is different. This is… more focused, more real. It's like I can actually feel the energy flowing through my body, the pain of a blow, the rush of adrenaline. It's… intense.'

Bulma watched him, a mixture of curiosity and concern in her eyes. 'Intense, huh? Maybe a little too intense? You're pushing yourself too hard, Gohan. You need to rest, recharge.'

Gohan shook his head, his gaze fixed on the horizon. 'I can't afford to rest, Bulma. Not when the future is at stake. Not with the Androids still out there…"

Bulma sighed, understanding the weight of his burden. Gohan had been carrying the responsibility of saving the future on his shoulders since he was a child. He had lost his father, his friends, his world. He had seen the darkness, the despair, the relentless cruelty of Frieza's reign. He was determined to prevent that future from happening, to make sure the world he knew, the world he was fighting for, would survive.

'I know, Gohan,' she said, her voice soft, 'I know. But you can't do it alone. You need to take care of yourself. You need to believe in yourself, in us, in the future we're fighting for.'

Gohan looked at her, his eyes filled with a quiet gratitude. "I do believe, Bulma. I believe in us. I believe in the future we can create. And I know, with enough training, with enough dedication, with enough faith in my abilities, I can make it happen."

He stood up, his gaze resolute, his body radiating a quiet power. "Thank you, Bulma. For believing in me."

Bulma smiled, a warmth spreading through her chest. "I'll always believe in you, Gohan... Always."

As they leaned in for a tender kiss, the sound of a voice from the sky interrupted them. 'Mom! Gohan!'

Startled, they looked up to see Trunks, Bulma's and the late Vegeta's son, hovering above them.

'Trunks!' Bulma exclaimed, relief washing over her as she embraced her son. 'Oh, I was worried about you!'

Gohan looked away, a pang of remorse stirring within him. He and Bulma had been dating in secret, and Trunks had been furious when he found out. He had even left the house the previous day.

'I'm okay, Mom,' Trunks assured her, then approached Gohan and surprised him with a hug.

'T-Trunks... W-What are you-? I thought that you were still...' Gohan stammered in astonishment.

'I'm not mad anymore, Gohan,' Trunks explained. 'I've had time to think, and I understand. You and Mom deserve to be happy. I'm sorry for how I reacted.'

Tears of joy welled up in Gohan's eyes. He had feared losing Trunks' respect, but instead, he had grown in understanding and empathy.

'Thank you, Trunks,' Gohan whispered, his voice thick with emotion. 'I'm so glad you're okay.'

The three of them shared a tender moment, a reminder of the unbreakable bonds that united them. As the sun began to set, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.


I'm back! Sorry for disappearing on y'all! Hope you guys like the image training I've made for Future Gohan. He went up against lots of old foes from the past. Don't worry, I'm halfway done with the Future Android Saga! Once that's out of the way, we're heading to the next saga.

The Midquel story is where the Android Saga, Imperfect Cell Saga, Perfect Cell Saga and the Cell Games will happened!

Read, review and God Bless US ALL! Also, HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!