*Review Time*

RonaldM40196867: Now that was something.

BlueJacket242: You can say that again!

Guest: It's cool how you combined TFS and DBZ Kakarot here. But, try to do this original. I will say that it's heartwarming that Chi-Chi comforts Trunks when she finds out that Gohan is in a relationship with Bulma.

BlueJacket242: Trying to do my best here. Also, thanks.

Duke47: Family love!

BlueJacket242: Whatever happens, they'll always be family.

RonaldM40196867: Capsule Corp is all the rage. Happy Father's Day!

BlueJacket242: It sure is! A bit late to reply to that, but yeah!

Merlin7Ringoz: Continua

BlueJacket242: Ohohoho, I will!

RonaldM40196867: 18 beat Captain Marvel on Death Battle! Time to get drastic!

BlueJacket242: Still surprised that happened... Yep!

Guest: Future Gohan is about to get a metal arm!

BlueJacket242: He sure is... Well, after the androids' defeat!

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A/N: And we're about to head to the end of the Future Android Saga! I really love how this story is getting so much love so far. Thank you very much! Your support means everything to me! Of course, just because the Future Android Saga is about to end, doesn't end it's the end for this story... One, a certain bug-man is still out there, lol. And second, I'm planning on making some villains canon to this timeline. I'll also be adding some OC's in story. Some of the OCs I've made are from the Dragon Ball Xenoverse 1 and 2! As I mentioned before, the Android Saga, the Imperfect Cell Saga and the Perfect Cell Saga/the Cell Games will happen in the upcoming mid-story.

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Gohan, Chesami and Trunks continued their relentless training, their hearts heavy with the loss they had endured. The bombing of Super World Amusement Park had left Gohan with one less arm, a grim reminder of his sacrifice to protect Chesami and Trunks.

Bulma and Trunks had tirelessly worked to heal Gohan's wounds, but his arm remained lost. Despite this setback, Gohan's determination burned brighter than ever, fueled by the memories of those they had lost.

Undeterred, their determination surged stronger than ever. Gohan's heart burned with the memory of those they had lost, fueling his unwavering resolve. Bulma's love and unwavering belief in his potential spurred her to tirelessly work on finding a way to restore his lost limb.

Meanwhile, Chesami honed her abilities under the watchful eye of Master Roshi. Guided by his wisdom, she mastered the legendary Kamehameha technique, harnessing its destructive force with precision and control. She was also doing well with her Semi-Power form.

"Excellent, Chesami!" Roshi exclaimed, his voice booming with pride. "You have come far, but remember, true strength lies not only in power but in the ability to use it wisely."

Chesami beamed with gratitude, her eyes sparkling with determination. "Thank you, Master Roshi!" she replied, before turning to Gohan and Trunks. "Hey, guys! How's the training?"

Gohan nodded, his expression resolute. "We're making progress. I'm adapting to fighting with one arm, and Trunks is becoming stronger with each passing day."

Trunks stood tall beside Gohan, his eyes reflecting his unwavering resolve. "We won't let what happened stop us," he declared, "We'll keep training and become even stronger."

A moment of silence fell over the group as they contemplated the challenges that lay ahead. Then, a thought crossed Gohan's mind. "So... who wants to go fishing?" he suggested with a faint smile.

The others looked at him in surprise, but a collective wave of relief washed over them. Despite the tragedy they had endured, they were still young, and they needed moments of relaxation and camaraderie.

"Sounds like a great idea, Gohan!" Chesami exclaimed, her eyes twinkling with excitement, "I've never been fishing before."

"Me neither," Trunks added, his competitive spirit already ignited. "But I'm sure I'll be the best at it."

As they gathered their fishing gear and made their way to the nearby lake, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the tranquil waters. Gohan, Roshi, Chesami, and Trunks cast their lines into the water, their laughter mingling with the gentle lapping of the waves.

For a few hours, they forgot about their worries and simply enjoyed the peace and tranquility of the moment. The bonds between them grew stronger with each cast of the line, and they knew that no matter what challenges they faced in the future, they would always have each other to lean on.


One Fateful Day...

Day and night, Trunks poured his heart and soul into his training, desperate to become strong enough to avenge his father and the countless others who had fallen victim to the androids' tyranny.

One fateful evening, as the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the desolate landscape, Gohan and Trunks met on the outskirts of what had once been a bustling city. The air crackled with anticipation as Trunks unleashed a deafening roar, his power surging as he attempted to transform into a Super Saiyan.

"That's it, Trunks!" Gohan bellowed, his voice echoing through the empty streets. "Get angry! Let your hatred for the androids flow! Think of all the innocent people that have been killed by them! Let it go, Trunks! You're doing it! Now, let it explode!"

Trunks' screams reached a fever pitch as his hair stood on end, his aura flaring with the intensity of a supernova. But just as the transformation seemed imminent, the blinding light suddenly dimmed, leaving Trunks panting and exhausted.

Frustration washed over Trunks. "Darn it! What am I doing wrong?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with anguish.

Gohan, his eyes filled with a mix of sympathy and understanding, stepped forward. "You lack the necessary motivation, Trunks. For me, it was the memory of my father's untimely demise. The pain of losing my mentor, Piccolo, and my friend, Krillin, fueled my transformation…"

Before Gohan could finish his thought, the sound of a thunderous explosion shook the ground beneath their feet. They looked up in horror to see the Metroplex, a towering skyscraper once the heart of the city, being reduced to rubble.

"What?! You've got to be kidding me!?" Trunks exclaimed. "Again?!"

"The whole city!" Gohan cursed. "Damn those two bastards!"

As they watched the chaos unfold, a surge of rage coursed through Gohan's veins. "THIS TIME YOU HAD IT!" he screamed, his voice echoing with fury.

With a deafening roar, Gohan's hair turned golden yellow, his ki flaring with the intensity of a thousand suns. He had finally transformed into a Super Saiyan once more. Trunks' eyes widened in disbelief as he realized the gravity of the situation.

"Gohan? Don't tell me you're..." Trunks trailed off, his voice heavy with concern.

Gohan met Trunks' gaze with a determined expression. "Trunks, whatever happens, you have to stay here. Got it?"

Trunks' heart sank. "No way, Gohan! I can't let you go down there by yourself. I won't be a burden to you!"

Gohan's face hardened. "TRUNKS! Don't underestimate them! Because, I am a lot more vulnerable when you're there with me!"

Trunks' resolve wavered as he glanced at Gohan's missing left arm. "But I'm much stronger this time, Gohan! Please, let me go with you..."

Gohan sighed. "Heh. All right, Trunks. You win! We'll try it your way. Let's go get those bastards!"

A surge of excitement coursed through Trunks as he prepared to join his mentor in battle. However, before he could take a step, a sharp blow to the back of his neck sent him crashing to the ground.

Gohan watched as Trunks' unconscious body lay at his feet. "I'm sorry, Trunks. But for right now, you and Chesami are the last hope. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if you or Chesami were to die, because there wouldn't be any more warriors left to defend the earth! This is my fight for now, Trunks. You're not quite ready yet! When you wake up and have the Super Saiyan abilities, I know for sure you'll destroy them."

As he turned to leave, Gohan paused and looked back at his fallen pupil. "See ya later... Son..."

With a heavy heart, Gohan flew off towards the destroyed Pepper Town. He knew that he would likely die against the relentless cyborgs. But he also knew that Trunks had the potential to become a Super Saiyan and that Chesami will become the strongest human and that they will protect the earth. And that was enough to give him hope.

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At the City...

Androids 17 and 18 continued their path of destruction, leaving a trail of chaos and despair in their wake. As the carnage escalated, 17 revelled in the havoc he wrought, unleashing a torrent of ki blasts at the shattered buildings, hoping to flush out any remaining survivors.

"Well, that's about it. Looks like I'm gonna win this game, 18," he boasted, his voice dripping with malice.

18, on the other hand, was growing bored of the senseless destruction. She sat idly by, her gaze lost in the distance. "Ugh! C'mon, 17. Let's go home. This is getting boring!" she exclaimed, her tone laced with indifference.

A sudden surge of desperation ignited within a civilian who had managed to escape 17's onslaught. With trembling hands, he made a desperate attempt to flee. But before he could take a single step, 18's cold gaze fell upon him. Without hesitation, she fired a ki blast directly at his heart, snuffing out his life in an instant.

"Aw, 18, don't be like that," 17 chided. "If we kill these humans and go home, the fun will end... Although... I am getting a bit bored..."

"Then let's go home! Or, we could find another city... I guess..." 18 suggested, her voice devoid of any real enthusiasm.

"No, I mean, like...bored of this whole 'great destroyer' schtick, you know?" 17 said, his voice tinged with a hint of doubt. 'Destroying things, killing people... It's just boring."

"That's what I've been saying!" 18 agreed, "With all these people dead, there's nothing else to do..." 'That's why I've been trying to spare a few people... Especially the cute ones~'

"You know what I always wanted to do? Like, since before all this?" 17 mused aloud. "Be a park ranger."

'"You wanna range a park?" 18 asked, her brow raised in amusement.

"Hell, yeah! Livin' outdoors, communicating with nature, shootin' poachers... Yeah, I think I'ma do tha-" 17's words were cut short as Gohan appeared with a swift kick that sent him crashing into a nearby building, "YOU GODDAMN CHEATIN' SON OF A BITCH!" 17 roared as he hit the ground.

18 couldn't help but let out a chuckle, "17, you look ridiculous! He just kicked your shit! Hahaha!" she exclaimed, her laughter echoing through the desolate cityscape.

Lying in the rubble, 17's mind raced. Suddenly, a flicker of realization dawned upon him. 'Okay, you know what? That's it! I'm killin' every human! Every...one… is going to pay...Then I'm gonna range the shit out of that park,' he vowed. With a sinister grin, he stepped out into the open. "That was quite an entrance you did back there," he said to Gohan, his voice menacing. "But that will cost you your life. And you trashed my favorite shirt."

Gohan glared at him, his anger ignited. "This time we won't let you get away from us this time," 18 hissed, appearing behind Gohan. "We're going to kill you with our full power, now!"

"It's you two that are going to be killed!" Gohan retorted, his voice unwavering despite his missing arm. "I'm stronger than I was before!"

"Yeah, also..." 18 sneered. "You only have one arm. How are you gonna beat us with one arm?"

"Gotta HAND IT to you though," 17 said, a mocking smile on his face. "Pretty ballsy comin' after us all asymmetrical like that. But FOUR hands are better than ONE. Long story short: You're gonna die."

Gohan's eyes widened in defiance. "No!" he shouted. "This isn't where my story ends!"

A surge of energy coursed through his body as he powered up. "I am not going to die! Even if this body is destroyed... There will be others who will rise in my place... And they will defeat you heartless androids once and for all!"

With a surge of newfound determination, Gohan activated his Down Burst technique, drawing the androids' attention to his location. He soared into the air, his eyes blazing with fury.

Not far behind, 17 and 18 gave chase, their metallic bodies shimmering in the sunlight. Gohan's plan was working: they were falling for his ruse.

"Let's do this... You freaks!" Gohan shouted.

"Hey, don't be so worked up, Gohan," 17 said with a mocking grin. "Don't worry, we'll make this quick."

"Yeah! We've grown tired of playing with you!" 18 added.

18 extended her arms, unleashing a barrage of ki blasts at Gohan. He countered with his own ki barrier, deflecting the attack effortlessly. 18 then charged forward, attempting to strike Gohan, but he deftly dodged her blows. However, he was caught off guard by 17's surprise attack, which sent him crashing to the ground.

Undeterred, Gohan recovered and began to somersault through the air, launching a one-handed Kamehameha wave. He poured every ounce of his remaining energy into the attack, determined to defeat the androids once and for all.

The Kamehameha wave collided with 17 and 18's ki blasts, sending them reeling. Gohan pushed even harder, propelling the wave forward and separating the two androids. He seized the opportunity to strike 17, but 17 countered with a devastating ki blast.

Gohan's body was battered and bruised, but his spirit refused to break. He leaped into the air and struck 18 with a powerful elbow, sending her crashing into the ruins below. 17 charged at him, but Gohan deflected his attack and blasted him with a final ki blast.

Both 17 and 18 struggled to their knees as they emerged from the debris, their bodies battered and bruised.

With a glimmer of hope in his eyes, Gohan charged his ultimate attack. Raising his right arm, he summoned the Hyper Masenko, a beam of pure energy that dwarfed the size of any he had unleashed before. "Masenko... HHHHAAAAAAAAAHHH!" he roared, releasing the devastating attack towards the androids.

A thunderous explosion shook the ground as the Hyper Masenko made contact. Gohan's heart swelled with relief as the androids disappeared in a cloud of smoke and dust. He had finally prevailed.

...

Exhausted but triumphant, Gohan allowed himself a moment of respite. He landed on the ground and surveyed the scene, his eyes scanning the rubble for any sign of life.

But as the smoke cleared, a sinister laughter echoed through the air.

"Whoops. Psych!" exclaimed 17, his voice dripping with mockery.

Gohan's heart sank as the androids emerged from the rubble, their bodies unscathed. 17 wiped the blood from his face, his eyes glinting with menace. 18 straightened her blonde hair, her laughter as cold as the rain that had begun to pour.

Weakened and determined, Gohan transformed back into a Super Saiyan. Pink lightning crackled around him as the sun disappeared behind dark clouds. Thunder roared, and rain lashed down upon the battlefield.

His heart heavy with the weight of his fallen comrades, Gohan knew this was his final battle.

'If this won't work, then it is all up to Trunks, Chesami, Roshi and Bulma,' he thought, a bittersweet longing for his loved ones washing over him. 'Mother... I'm sorry... I'll miss you.'

As golden ki aura erupted around him, casting an ethereal glow upon the carnage, 17 and 18 approached with chilling indifference.

"You know, I feel awful for having to disappoint you like this," 17 drawled, his voice laced with false sympathy, "But we've been fighting at half of our full power"

18 chuckled, her arms crossed. "You're not going anywhere, Gohan. Besides, this thunderstorm is the perfect background for your demise!"

"There is no end for me... NO END!" Gohan roared, his eyes blazing with determination. "I'll make sure that the future is safe and ridding the likes of you abominations is the only way for Earth and its people to live happily"

With renewed fervor, Gohan charged at the cyborgs. But as he prepared for a final assault, 18 disappeared behind 17, executing the infamous Accel Dance that had defeated Gohan before.

Unbeknownst to Gohan, 18's swift roundhouse kick sent him soaring into the air. As he regained his composure, 18's fist collided with his face, stunning him.

Overwhelmed by their relentless attacks, Gohan stumbled and crashed into the sky. 17 and 18 pursued, firing ki blasts that created a blinding smokescreen.

"Aagggh!" Gohan shielded his eyes, but the cyborgs' combined assault sent him crashing into a building.

As 17 and 18 regrouped, they unleashed a barrage of ki blasts, trapping Gohan in a relentless onslaught. The future seemed bleak, and the weight of his destiny pressed down upon Gohan's weary soul.

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Gohan stood as the last guardian of hope. His body, scarred from countless battles, bore witness to the horrors he had endured. As the androids unleashed their final, devastating attack, Gohan's face was hidden behind a veil of hair, his resolve unwavering.

A spark ignited within him, a flicker of defiance against the overwhelming odds. Just as his father had done countless times before, Gohan summoned his inner strength and transformed back into a Super Saiyan one last time. With the dwindling remnants of his power, he raised his one good arm and began to gather energy.

"K-Kaaa...M-Meee...Haaa...Meee..." he whispered, the words echoing through the desolate landscape. A surge of blue and white light erupted from his hand, forming a concentrated beam of pure energy. "HAAAAAAAAAA!"

Gohan unleashed his one-handed Kamehameha Wave, a desperate attempt to counter the androids' relentless onslaught. The clash of energies shook the ground beneath their feet, each side refusing to yield. Gohan strained every muscle, his willpower propelling him forward.

'I'm sorry, Bulma... Trunks... Chesami... Roshi... Mom… I don't think I will make it out of this alive,' he thought, his heart heavy with regret. 'I want to stop the androids once and for all... Make them pay for what they've done... B-But, I'm not strong enough… Please… Please forgive me'

The Androids' onslaught was getting close to the lone hero. He then closed his eyes, awaiting his fate. Just as Gohan's resolve began to waver, he heard a familiar voice.

'Stop acting like a pampered baby, Gohan!'

Gohan's eyes widened in disbelief. "D-Dad...?"

'I know you've got more power in you!' another voice echoed.

"P-Piccolo...?"

The spirits of his fallen father and mentor appeared before him.

'You put up a real fight there,' Future Goku said, his voice filled with pride. 'And believe me, I know what it's like to just want to let go. To just die and be at peace. But the world needs you, Gohan. Trunks needs you. Bulma needs you… So does your unborn child.'

Future Gohan, his heart heavy with the weight of loss, looked up at the spirits of his father and mentor. "It's too late…. Everyone's dead. I… I can't. Not without you and Piccolo…"

Future Piccolo's voice echoed through the desolate landscape, filled with determination. 'Gohan, don't you dare give up! Put everything you got into that kamehameha just like the androids are doing with their attack! You have what it takes, Gohan! You have the power!'

Future Gohan shook his head, despair etched on his face. "But I literally have one arm! A-And… I don't have enough power in me… I can't do this… not without you two…"

Future Piccolo's voice was stern but filled with encouragement. 'Are you really that dependent on us? Gohan, you're better than you think you are.'

Future Goku chimed in, reminding Gohan of his past victories. 'Yeah. Remember when you charged up your ki and rammed towards Raditz to save me? What about that time when Piccolo was killed and you stood up to Nappa? How about when you fought Vegeta? What about all those times on Namek when you stood up to wildly powerful foes like the Ginyu Force?'

Future Piccolo continued, 'You even stood up to Frieza when he was in his third form to save me! Most of the time, you can handle things yourself pretty well, Gohan. You don't need us anymore. You've grown up. And believe us when we say that we're proud of you. We really are, Gohan. But like we said…'

Future Goku's voice rang out, filled with conviction. 'The world needs you.'

Future Gohan hesitated, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm not as strong as you are, Dad…"

Future Goku's response was firm and filled with love. 'No, you're not… You're stronger.'

The spirits of the deceased warriors then raised one arm each, preparing to join in the one-hand kamehameha.

Future Piccolo's voice was filled with encouragement, 'Show us, Gohan…'

Future Goku's voice was filled with pride, 'Show us our combined power!'

Future Gohan took a deep breath, his determination growing. "I… I will!"

With the spirits of his father and mentor by his side, Gohan prepared to unleash the full extent of his power, proving to himself and the world that he was more than capable of carrying on their legacy. The fate of humanity rested on his shoulders, and Gohan was ready to rise to the challenge.

The lone warrior then carefully got up from the ground and stood tall, facing the androids head-on. Android 17 and Android 18 were shocked to see that their nemesis was getting up, but they just smirked and added more power into their attack, intent on finishing him off.

That was when Future Goku and Future Piccolo's voices echoed through Gohan's mind, urging him to unleash his full potential. 'NNNNOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!' they roared, their voices merging with Gohan's own.

"HHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

Gohan's resolve surged as he channeled his power into a single, cataclysmic attack. With a deafening cry, he unleashed the one-handed Kamehameha once more, its energy dwarfing the androids' combined barrage.

'W-What the hell?!' Android 18 exclaimed, her eyes widening in disbelief. 'Why are we struggling right now?!'

'We're at full power, dammit!' Android 17 growled, his frustration mounting. 'How is he still going like this?!'

"This... This is for everyone you heartless androids killed..." Gohan seethed, his voice trembling with emotion. "This is for my father Goku... Tien… Yamcha… Chiaotzu… Krillin… even Vegeta... And this... This is for PICCOLO!"

That was when another spark woken within Gohan, awakening another powerful transformation beyond that of a Super Saiyan! The Kamehameha also erupted with unimaginable force, shattering the androids' combined attacks and consuming them in its fiery embrace.

Future Android 18 screamed in despair, "No... No... NO! AAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!"

Future Android 17 cried out in disbelief, "Im-Im... IMPOSSIBLE! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

Their screams of agony echoed through the wasteland as they were reduced to nothing but smoldering dust.

Gohan stood victorious, his body trembling from the exertion. He had avenged his fallen comrades and secured a glimmer of hope for the shattered future. As the spirits of Goku and Piccolo faded away, their words lingered in Gohan's mind.

'Good work, Gohan,' whispered Future Piccolo, his voice filled with a bittersweet warmth. 'You saved our world.'

'Way to go, Gohan,' echoed Future Goku, his smile tinged with sadness. 'You did it.'

Future Gohan's lips parted in a faint whisper, "Finally... I-It's all over... T-Thank you, everyone..."

His body collapsed onto the ground, a smile etched upon his face. He had finally triumphed, but at a great cost. The realization that he was somewhat dying from exhaustion and blood loss filled him with a sense of peace. He could finally rest in peace, knowing that his world was now safe.

'Trunks... You... Chesami... Roshi... And Bulma… have to survive... You guys are now this world's heroes... You're our last... Hope,' he murmured.

With those words, the lone warrior closed his eyes, his vision blurring as darkness enveloped him.

Future Trunks, his body aching, slowly regained consciousness. He looked around, his eyes scanning the desolate landscape, his mind struggling to recall the events that had transpired. He felt a searing pain in his head, a dull ache that pulsed with each heartbeat.

"Huh?! G-Gohan?" he mumbled, trying to sit up, his vision still blurry. He saw a cloud of smoke rising in the distance, a grim reminder of the battle that had just ended.

"Oh no… I-I can't sense Gohan's energy! He… No… He couldn't be!" he cried out, his voice filled with a rising panic.

He scrambled to his feet, his legs trembling, and stumbled towards the smoke. He had to see, he had to know. He couldn't believe that Gohan, the last hope of their world, was gone.

...

As he approached the site of the battle, the image that greeted him was one of unimaginable devastation. The ground was littered with debris, craters gouged into the earth by the ferocious exchanges of energy. He doesn't see the androids anywhere, realizing that his mentor finally destroyed them.

His gaze fell upon a figure lying amidst the rubble, a figure he knew all too well. It was Gohan.

"No… T-This can't be real…" Trunks choked out, his voice raw with disbelief. The dread that had been a distant shadow in his mind now consumed him entirely.

Gohan lay still, his eyes closed, a faint smile gracing his lips. The smile that had always been there, a symbol of his unwavering optimism, now mocked Trunks with its serenity. It was the smile of someone who had found peace, but for Trunks, it was a cruel reminder of what he had lost.

"Gohan… Gohan! GOHAN!" Trunks screamed in despair, his voice cracking with grief. He had come to rely on Gohan, to see him as a father figure, a guiding light in the darkness. He had never imagined a world without him, a world where his laughter and strength were no longer a comfort. He never wanted this to happen. He may have initially hated Gohan for the secret love affair between him and his mother back then, but he was letting it go and started to see him as a second father. Even then, he never wanted him dead!

He fell to his knees, the weight of their shared burden crushing him. He was alone now, surrounded by the ghosts of a fallen world, the weight of their sacrifice crushing him.

He screamed, his voice echoing through the wasteland, a desperate plea to a silent sky. "Gohan! Please… PLEASE! GOHAN!"

He stood, his fists clenched, his body trembling with grief and rage. He had to do something, anything, to make this nightmare end.

"RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Trunks roared, his rage finding an outlet in a primal scream. He allowed himself to finally transform, the golden aura of a Super Saiyan engulfing him, a beacon of defiance in the face of despair.

He punched the ground, a tremor shaking the very foundations of the ruined city. He would avenge Gohan, he would honor his sacrifice. He would not let this world, this future, succumb to darkness.

But as his anger reached its peak, a familiar voice pierced through the chaos.

"Y-You did it, Trunks…"

The voice was faint, barely audible above the din of his own grief. Yet, it was a voice he knew, a voice that held the promise of a miracle.

"G-Gohan?!" Trunks' head whipped around, his eyes searching for the source of the sound.

He looked at him, amidst the rubble, his body damaged but movable, his eyes filled with a tired, but unmistakable, warmth. He was alive. He was alive!

A wave of relief washed over Trunks, so intense it nearly overwhelmed him. He gently turned around Gohan, his heart pounding in his chest, his legs failing him as he reached his friend's side.

"You did it, Trunks… You're… A Super Saiyan…" Gohan said, his voice weak, but full of pride.

"Gohan! You're alive! I thought… I thought you were gone!" Trunks cried, tears streaming down his face, relief replacing his despair.

"I… I thought I was, too," Gohan admits, "My story was supposed to end, but… Either by the will of Kami, or some pure concentrated luck, I'm alive…" He then started coughing out some blood from his mouth. His final fight with the now deceased 17 and 18 really took a toll on him.

"Gohan, I-I'm so sorry I was mad at you and Mom for the affair an-" Trunks began, his voice faltering.

"No, Trunks… It was my fault… You had every right to be angry… I know that Bulma needed someone she wanted to love in her life ever since Vegeta's death, but... I should've thought about your feelings... I'm sorry." Gohan's voice was barely a whisper, each word laden with guilt and regret.

Trunks stared at his mentor, his anger evaporating into a mixture of sorrow and bewilderment. He had never seen Gohan so vulnerable, so broken. He had always been the strong one, the stoic figure who held the future in his hands.

"But… I thought you were dead," Trunks whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I thought I had lost you."

Gohan let out a tired sigh, a shadow of pain crossing his face. "I thought I was, too, Trunks. I thought my story was over. But… I guess I still have a little bit left to write."

He paused, his gaze fixing on the horizon, where the remnants of the androids' attack still smoldered. "But… I'm not sure what that story will be. I'm not sure how I can face the world, face my mother, knowing…" He trailed off, his voice fading into a whisper.

Trunks reached out, his hand gently resting on Gohan's shoulder. "You did your best, Gohan. You did everything you could. You saved us all." He knew the words were small comfort, but he hoped they would offer a glimmer of solace.

Gohan reached out a trembling hand, and Trunks took it on his own. "I'm sorry, Trunks... for everything," he said.

"No, Gohan... there's nothing to be sorry for," Trunks replied. "You fought for us... you saved us. That's all that matters."

The weight of their shared grief pressed down on them, a heavy cloak of unspoken words. They had both lost so much, each carrying the burden of their own sorrow. Gohan, haunted by the guilt of his actions, his heart torn between his love for Bulma and the pain he had inflicted on Trunks. Trunks, burdened by the betrayal, the loss of his father, and the fear that he would lose Gohan too.

"I… I wanted to be angry," Trunks confessed, his voice cracking. "I wanted to hate you, to hate her. But… I can't. I can't hate my mother… And I can't hate you, Gohan. You're my friend, my mentor, my brother… And my father…."

A flicker of hope sparked in Gohan's eyes. "F–Father?"

"Yes," Trunks said, a small smile gracing his lips. "We've always been brothers, haven't we? Even when I was mad, even when I thought you were gone… you were still my brother…. And now…. You're my father… Well, step-father, but still… Heh."

The silence that followed was filled with unspoken apologies and promises. Gohan's hand tightened around Trunks', a silent vow to heal the rift that had grown between them. They had both been through hell, but they had survived, and they had each other. And perhaps, just perhaps, they could find a way to move forward, to build a future where love and forgiveness could bloom from the ashes of their past.


The Aftermath...

In the aftermath of the grueling battle against the androids, a profound sense of tranquility had descended upon the Earth. Gohan, having ascended to a realm beyond Super Saiyan, stood tall as a beacon of hope, while Trunks, now a Super Saiyan in his own right, strode beside him, his heart filled with gratitude.

Despite the arduous trials they had endured, time had begun to heal the wounds of the past. Three years had elapsed, and life had found a way to blossom anew. Bulma, once consumed by grief, had found solace in the embrace of Gohan. Together, they had welcomed a son into the world, a vibrant boy named Bulhan, who inherited Gohan's gentle eyes and Bulma's fiery spirit.

Bulhan's arrival had softened even Trunks's initial resentment towards his mother's love for Gohan. In the innocent laughter and boundless joy of his young brother, Trunks found a glimmer of hope that had been lost amidst the darkness of the android threat.

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As the cities slowly rose from the ashes, a sense of renewal permeated the air. Reunions were filled with bittersweet emotions, as families and friends who had been torn apart by the war found their way back to each other. Gohan, his heart heavy with a longing he had long suppressed, sought out his mother, Chi-Chi.

Years had passed since they had last seen each other, but time seemed to melt away as they embraced. Tears of joy streamed down Chi-Chi's face as she held her son close, her heart filled with an overwhelming sense of pride and gratitude.

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Meanwhile, Bulma and Maron, their old rivalry fading into insignificance, found themselves reunited. With a playful squeal, Maron enveloped Bulma in a bone-crushing hug, her ample bosom smothering Bulma's head. Despite the mild annoyance it caused, Bulma couldn't help but smile, recognizing the genuine affection behind the gesture.

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In a quiet garden, where the flowers bloomed in vibrant hues, Trunks and Chesami's friendship had blossomed into something more profound. As they gazed into each other's eyes, a spark of love ignited, promising a future filled with happiness and tranquility.

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And so, as the Earth continued to heal and the scars of the past slowly faded, the heroes who had fought so valiantly found peace and solace in the bonds they had forged. Gohan, Bulma, Trunks, and all those who had survived the android threat emerged from the darkness as symbols of hope and resilience, reminding the world that even in the face of adversity, life would always find a way to triumph.


Elsewhere at the forest...

A group of campers were gathered around a campfire, roasting marshmallows and telling stories. The atmosphere was jovial, the sound of laughter mingling with the crackling of the fire.

"Hey, did you hear that the murderous androids are gone?" asked one of the campers, a teenager with red-dyed hair.

The others looked up from their marshmallows, their eyes wide with surprise. "What?" asked one. "How did that happen?"

"I don't know," said the red-haired camper. "I just heard it from someone in town."

"Well, that's good news," said another camper. "They were always causing trouble."

"Yeah," said the red-haired camper. "But it's also kind of sad... They were pretty cool."

"Yeah... And the blonde was kinda cute..." The other woman with short blonde hair said.

"Hmph... No they weren't..." the other woman with long black hair said, "Those bastards deserves to die..."

Her words sent a chill through the air, casting a shadow over the jovial atmosphere. The campers exchanged uneasy glances, their thoughts turning to the androids' violent past.

"I'm sorry about what happened to your father, Videl..."

Videl, the woman with long black hair, glared into the fire, her eyes filled with pain and anger. "They killed him," she whispered. "They killed my father."

The campers fell silent, their hearts heavy with sympathy. They knew that Videl had lost her father to the androids' rampage, and they could understand her hatred for them.

"But they're gone now," said the red-haired camper. "We don't have to worry about them anymore."

"I...I guess you're right..." Videl admits, still feeling sad.

The flames danced higher, illuminating the faces of the campers as they sat in a tight circle, the warmth of the fire contrasting with the chill in the air. The sound of crackling wood and sizzling marshmallows formed the familiar background of a campfire gathering, but the mention of the murderous androids had cast a darker shade over the evening.

"Doesn't change what they did," Videl said quietly, her gaze fixed on the flickering flames as if searching for an answer. The group fell silent; the sounds of laughter faded, replaced by the somber weight of memories that none of them could fully grasp as she could.

"Maybe it's better we talk about something fun?" suggested Sam, the blonde camper, attempting to lighten the mood. She poked the fire with a stick, sending a shower of sparks into the cool night air. "Like the legend of the lost treasure of Lake Whisper? You all remember that one, right?"

"Ugh, not again," groaned Mike, the tallest of the group, shaking his head with an exaggerated sigh. "We heard that one last year."

"But it gets better every time!" Sam protested. "Besides, it's a classic!"

"No offense, Sam," Videl said, her voice steady but tinged with unease. "But I think we've had enough tales of lost things tonight."

"We could always just tell ghost stories!" chimed in Amy, the other woman with short hair, wanting to stir the air back into something lighter. "I'm sure that would take our minds off the androids!"

"Didn't you say that ghost stories were for kids?" Mike countered playfully, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, but it's more fun when you freak each other out!" Amy shot back, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Are you scared of ghosts or something?" Sam teased, smirking as she roasted another marshmallow, her own fears still buried underneath the surface.

The laughter gradually returned, but Videl could still feel a dark cloud hanging over their circle. The androids had wreaked havoc, lost lives, and for her, buried within that devastation was the memory of her father. The loss wasn't something she could shake off, not even beneath the glow of firelight and the warmth of friendship. Yes, the androids are gone, finally... but that doesn't bring back the lives that have been taken... Not to mention that there could be other forces or evil that could take more innocents... All she can do for now... Is hope that this newfound peace will last...


And that's the final episode of the Future Android Saga! Well, close, but y'all know what I mean! Anyways, thank you so much for liking the story! I really appreciate it! Now, we're heading onwards to Age 783 where things will becoming more fun and intense! Hope everyone liked how I started Videl's first appearance in the future timeline. I've always wondered what happened to her. Same for Mr. Satan. Speaking of which, sorry that he's only gonna be a mentioned character in this future timeline due to being dead, but I had to think of something. I hope you like the ending of the first saga of this story!

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