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*AGE 783*

Outer Space

Daiz and Amond were aboard Turles' spaceship, basking in the freedom they now felt after leaving the Frieza Force. The two of them had been loyal members of the notorious intergalactic army, but after the death of their leader, Frieza, they saw an opportunity to break away and start anew.

"I can't believe it's been so long since we left the Frieza Force," Amond said, a smile on his face. "I can't remember the last time I felt this free."

Daiz nodded in agreement. "It's like a weight has been lifted off our shoulders. I never realized how much stress and anxiety came with being a part of that organization."

Amond chuckled. "It's not like we were ever in any real danger. I mean, with Frieza and his father Cold at the helm, who would dare to stand in our way?"

But Daiz knew that wasn't entirely true. They had seen their fair share of battles and close calls. And now that Frieza was gone, they had no idea who was in charge of the Frieza Force.

"Speaking of Frieza," Daiz began, "I heard a rumor that his brother is trying to fix the mess that was left behind after Cold and Frieza died. Apparently, he's in the middle of a long-lasting war."

Amond frowned. "That doesn't sound good. I hope he knows what he's doing."

Turles, who had been quietly listening to their conversation, suddenly appeared from the shadows. "Don't worry about Frieza's brother," he said. "He's not our concern anymore."

Daiz and Amond jumped in surprise. "Turles, you scared us!" Amond exclaimed.

Turles chuckled. "I'm sorry about that. But I couldn't help overhearing your conversation. And I wanted to assure you that we have nothing to fear from Frieza's brother."

"But what about the war he's fighting?" Daiz asked.

Turles shrugged. "It's not our problem. We've moved on from the Frieza Force and all its drama. We're our own masters now, free to do as we please."

Amond nodded in agreement. "That's true. And speaking of which, Turles, where are we heading?"

Turles grinned. "We're heading to a planet I've heard a lot about. It's called Earth, and it's the home of a Saiyan named Kakarot."

Daiz's eyes widened in shock. "Are you crazy? Kakarot is incredibly powerful. He'll kill us if he finds out we're on his planet."

Turles laughed. "Don't worry, Daiz. I've taken care of everything. Kakarot is dead."

Daiz and Amond stared at Turles in disbelief. "What do you mean he's dead?" Daiz asked.

"I mean just what I said," Turles replied. "Kakarot is no longer a threat to us. We can explore his planet and its resources without any worries."

Amond looked skeptical. "How do we know you're not just making this up?"

"Use your scouters," Turles tells them

Daiz and Amond looked at each other, then pulled out their scouters and activated them. They both saw the same thing - a power level reading for Kakarot, but it was at zero.

"I can't believe it," Daiz murmured.

Amond shook his head. "It's hard to believe that Kakarot is really dead. But if Turles says it's true, then I believe him."

Turles grinned. "Good. Then let's get going. Earth has a lot to offer, and I can't wait to explore it."

And with that, Turles' spaceship set course for Earth, carrying the former members of the Frieza Force who were now determined to make their own way in the universe.


On Earth…

It's been three years ever since the destruction of the androids at the hands of the unknown savior (aka Gohan).

Life had returned to normal on Earth. The remaining warriors - Gohan, Trunks and Chesami - had settled into their roles as protectors of the peace, while the world below remained blissfully unaware of the cosmic battles that had once ravaged their planet. Gohan, now a grown adult, was studying at the university, balancing his life as a scholar teacher and a hero with surprising ease. He was also taking care of his and Bulma's son - Bulhan - who had inherited his mother's brilliance and his father's latent Saiyan power.

Trunks and Chesami also went to school as students, hiding their identities as powerful warriors. They attended classes alongside Gohan, but their minds often drifted to thoughts of the battles they had faced and the future threats that could arise. Despite their newfound peace, the shadow of the past still lingered over them.

...

After School, at Capsule Corp

Bulma was working on something when Trunks and Chesami walked in.

"Hey, Mom!" Trunks called out as he and Chesami entered Bulma's lab. The room was a maze of inventions, with half-finished projects scattered everywhere.

"Hello, Mrs. Briefs!" Chesami added with a smile.

Bulma turned around and smiled warmly at the two young adults. "Hey, Trunks! Hi, Chesami! How's the training coming along?"

Trunks shrugged. "It's okay, I guess. Just the usual."

"Yeah! We're making good progress so far! Heck, we're almost as strong as Gohan was when he destroyed the androids!" Chesami said, trying to sound casual.

Bulma's smile grew. "That's great to hear. You know, Gohan stopped training to take care of our son, Bulhan, but he still trains every once in a while. As long as I give him permission, of course, hehe~" She winked at them.

Trunks nodded. "Yeah, I know. He's pretty busy these days with his studies and all. But it's important for us to stay strong, just in case something happens again."

"Yeah..." Chesami agrees before whispering to her boyfriend, "Still can't believe your mentor hooked up with your mom"

Trunks rolls his eyes, whispering back, "Don't remind me."

Of course, Trunks has forgiven his mentor and mother for their relationship, but sometimes the thought still made him squirm. He knew it was the past, and they were all a family now.

"So, what are you working on, Mrs. Briefs?" Chesami asked, genuinely curious.

Bulma giggles, "I'm glad you asked, Chesami! I've been working on something quite exciting." She leads them to a large, covered contraption in the center of the room. "It's a time machine!"

"A-A time machine?" Trunks and Chesami asked at the same time, their eyes wide with astonishment.

Bulma nodded proudly. "Yes, a time machine. I've had the idea for a while now, but with everything that's happened, I never had the chance to start working on it. But now, with peace restored, I figured it was the perfect time to dive into this project."

Trunks and Chesami exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued. "What's it for?" Trunks asked, his mind racing with the possibilities.

"Well," Bulma began, her eyes gleaming with excitement, "initially, it's for research purposes. I want to study the past, understand our history better, and maybe even find a way to prevent the tragedies that have occurred."

"Really?" Chesami's eyes lit up. "That's incredible. Can we see it?"

Bulma nodded. "It's not much to look at right now, but sure. Just don't touch anything." She pulled the tarp off, revealing a sleek, metallic pod with an array of dials, switches, and screens. It was clear that Bulma had put a lot of thought and effort into the design.

Trunks and Chesami stepped closer, inspecting the time machine with a mix of awe and skepticism. "This is... incredible," Trunks murmured.

"Thanks," Bulma said, blushing slightly. "But it's still a work in progress. I've got a lot of testing to do before it's ready for anything serious."

"What were you planning to do with it once it's c-complete?" Chesami stuttered, her eyes still glued to the time machine.

Bulma took a deep breath, her eyes misting over. "Once it's complete and ready to go, Gohan, or you, Trunks, will be able to go to the past and meet Goku-Gohan's father, you guys heard of him-and give him the heart medication. With Goku alive and able to fight, something's gonna change. Then, either you or Gohan-or even both of you once I upgrade the time machine first-can back to the moment the androids arrive to help with the fight. Oh, and bring some useful intel for me"

Chesami was filled with happiness and hope once she heard Bulma's words. "That's amazing, Mrs. Briefs! We could actually save them!" she exclaimed.

Trunks, however, was more cautious, "I don't think we can..."

"What do you mean we can't?" His mother Bulma asked, her expression a mix of surprise and confusion.

"Well, Gohan already destroyed the androids and the world's at peace..." Trunks explains the first thing that came to his mind, "And even if that wasn't the case and if Gohan and I do travel to the past, no matter how much we do it, our world won't go back to the way it was before... All the people we've lost... They won't come back, will they?"

Bulma's smile faded a bit, but she remained hopeful. "No, Trunks, they won't come back. But we can prevent others from losing their loved ones the way we did. And who knows? Maybe we can change the future in other ways as well."

"(Right... That means my father will still be gone...)" Trunks thought to himself, feeling a pang of sadness. But he didn't want to dampen Bulma's spirits. "Alright, we'll help you with the testing and whatever else you need."

Chesami looked at her boyfriend and felt sympathy for him, "(Gohan and Bulma told me a lot about Vegeta... They said that he was a jerk, even with a change of heart... but I can't tell him that... They made me promised)" she thought to herself. "Don't worry, Trunks. I'm sure we'll find a way to make this right," she said, trying to reassure him.

Bulma nodded. "Thank you both. Now, you two better move along so I can concentrate on this baby. I've got a lot of work to do before it's ready for action."

"Okay, Mom" Trunks said, placing a comforting hand on Bulma's shoulder. "We'll leave you to it. But remember, we're here to help if you need anything."

Bulma nodded, her eyes never leaving the time machine. "I know, Trunks. I appreciate it."

That was when Chesami asked, "Have you seen Gohan, Mrs. Briefs. He's your boyfriend/step-husband"

"Chesami..." Trunks began, a hint of embarrassment in his voice. "You don't just ask someone's mom about their love life."

Bulma just chuckled, not even looking up from her work. "It's fine, Trunks. I know you're both curious. Gohan should be home any minute with Bulhan. They went to the grocery store together."

Trunks and Chesami left the lab, their conversation shifting to the upcoming dinner. "Do you think she'll ever be able to pull it off?" Chesami asked, still thinking about the time machine.

Trunks shrugged. "It's Bulma. If anyone can, she can. But I still think that we don't need it, but hey, if it's something that'll make her happy, then we should help."

As they were walking out of the lab, they heard the door open and footsteps approaching. Gohan and Bulhan entered, the lone warrior carrying the groceries with a tired look on his face while his son babbled about his day. Bulhan looked up and spotted Trunks and Chesami, his eyes lighting up.

"Trunkie! Chesay!" the baby Bulhan exclaimed, reaching out for them.

Gohan chuckled and handed the groceries to Trunks. "You guys are just in time to help me unpack."

Trunks took the bags and gave Bulhan a gentle pat on the head. "Looks like you had quite the adventure today," he said, smiling at his half-brother.

Gohan sighed. "You wouldn't believe it. Bulhan's newfound obsession with fruit has him throwing tantrums in the middle of the store."

Chesami chuckled. "Well, he is a growing Saiyan."

Trunks nodded, placing the groceries on the counter. "Yeah, and with our appetites, it's no wonder he's going bananas for fruit."

Chesami giggled at the pun. "He's definitely got the Saiyan genes."

Gohan rolled his eyes. "You have no idea." He started putting away the groceries while Bulhan climbed onto the couch. "But enough about me. How was school?"

Trunks and Chesami shared a knowing look. "It was fine," Trunks said, playing it cool. "The usual."

Gohan raised an eyebrow. "Just the usual, huh?"

Trunks nodded. "Yeah, Mom showed us the time machine she's been working on."

Gohan's expression grew serious. "How is it coming along?"

"It's looking pretty good," Chesami said. "But she still has a lot of work to do before it's ready for any serious testing."

Gohan nodded thoughtfully. "It's a big project, but if anyone can do it, it's Bulma."

"She sure can." Trunks said before looking at the other side of the house, "Well, I'm going to bed"

"Alright, Trunks!"

"I still can't believe you hooked up with Trunks' Mom during the Android Attack," Chesami whispered to Gohan after Trunks had left the room to go to bed.

Gohan chuckled nervously, his cheeks flushing slightly. "It's complicated, Chesami. But we're happy together, and Bulhan is a blessing."

The mention of Bulhan's name brought a smile to Chesami's face. "He sure is. So cute, and so much energy!"

Gohan nodded, his eyes sparkling with pride. "He's going to be a handful when he starts to learn how to control his power."

Chesami giggles a bit before grabbing her bag, "Well, I better get going. I promised Mom that I helped her move our stuff at the new house we've bought today."

Gohan nodded. "Okay, be careful out there."

"Don't worry, I will," Chesami assured him, giving Bulhan a gentle wave before heading out the door.

Once she was gone, Gohan turned his attention to Bulhan, who was eagerly waiting for some playtime. He picked up his son and tossed him in the air, making him giggle uncontrollably. Bulhan's delight was infectious, and it wasn't long before Gohan's worries about the future and the past melted away in the warmth of their bond.


West City

"(Things really worked out for him... He defeated the androids, saved the world and got the hottest woman in the universe as his wife...)" Chesami thought as she stepped outside into the cool evening air. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the city streets. She couldn't help but feel a bit envious of Gohan's life. Sure, she and Trunks had each other, but they had lost so much.

As she walked to her new house, her thoughts drifted to the time machine. It was a crazy idea, but if it worked, it could change everything. She pondered over the implications of time travel, the butterfly effect, and how it could affect their current lives. Would it be worth it to save their friends and family if it meant risking the peace they had fought so hard to achieve?

When Chesami arrived, she found her mother - Maron - in the middle of unpacking. "You're home!" Her mother said, beaming with excitement. "How was school?"

"It was fine," Chesami replied, helping her mother with the boxes.

Maron's eyes searched hers, knowing something was on her mind. "What's bothering you, Chesami?"

Chesami sighed, setting down the box she was holding. "It's just... Mrs. Briefs is working on a time machine," she confessed.

"A time what now?" Maron asked, scratching her head in bewilderment.

Chesami sighs, sometimes having to remind herself that her mother was a simple woman, not privy to the battles and secrets she had been a part of. "It's a machine that can travel through time, Mom. She wants to use it to save our friends who died fighting the androids."

Maron's eyes widened in shock. "That's... that's incredible!" she exclaimed. "I can be with Yamcha again!"

Chesami looked at her mother, her own eyes filled with hope. "It's not that simple, Mom. Time travel can mess up everything. We could change the future for better or worse. And even if we save them, we can't change the fact that we've been living without them for three years. Plus, we don't even know if it'll work," she said, trying to be the voice of reason.

Maron nodded, her excitement tempered by Chesami's words. "You're right, dear. It's a big responsibility. But I trust Bulma. She's always had a way of surprising us."

The conversation shifted to the mundane tasks of setting up their new home. Chesami helped her mother unpack and arrange furniture, but her mind remained preoccupied with the time machine. The potential consequences of messing with the timeline were too vast to comprehend. Yet, the allure of bringing back their loved ones was undeniable.


At Night - Capsule Corp

Bulma decided to stop for the day and head for bed. Her mind was racing with calculations and scenarios, but she knew that she needed rest if she was going to make any real progress on the time machine.

Once she got in the shared bedroom, she saw Gohan in his night clothes, already in bed, reading a book. He looked up as she entered and gave her a warm smile. "How's the machine coming along?"

Bulma sighed as she sat down on the edge of the bed. "It's going to take some time, Gohan. There are so many variables and risks involved in time travel. But I just can't shake the feeling that we need to do this."

Gohan nodded as he stood up from the bed and gave her a hug, sensing the weight of her thoughts. "I know it's a lot to handle, but we'll support you every step of the way," he said gently.

"Thank you," Bulma whispered, leaning into his embrace.

"You're welcome," Gohan said, holding Bulma tightly. He knew she was feeling the burden of her project. He kissed the top of her head, feeling the warmth of her body against his. "Get some rest, okay?"

Bulma nodded before smirking, "I will, but before I do... How about you and I have some fun?~"

Gohan's cheeks flushed as he realized what she meant. He set his book aside and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. Bulma giggled and kissed him, the stress of the day melting away in their shared embrace.


Orange City

At another place, there was a nice apartment at the city... And there were two women living there. They were on their bed, kissing passionately, their hands exploring each other's bodies. One was Videl, the grown daughter of the deceased Mr. Satan aka Hercule, and the other was Erasa, her long-time best friend who had come out as a lesbian.

The death of her father left Videl feeling lost and sad, but she had found solace in her friendship with Erasa, which had blossomed into something much more profound over the years. Erasa had been her rock, supporting her through the grief and the changes that had come with their newfound understanding of themselves.

That was when Erasa pulled away from the kiss and turned around, aiming her big ass at her girlfriend, "Hmm, I think it's time for round two," she whispered, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Videl stared at Erasa's playful expression, her heart racing. She couldn't believe how much her life had changed since her father's passing. Her relationship with Erasa had grown into something beautiful and powerful, filling the void that loss had created. "I'm ready when you are," she replied with a smirk, her voice low and sultry.

"Good!" Erasa replies before smothering Videl's face with her plump buttocks, causing Videl to giggle.

The two of them had been dating for a while now, and their passion for each other was as strong as ever. They had discovered that love came in many forms, and their bond was a testament to that.

That was when Videl gently patted Erasa's ass before rolling her over, "Let's not get too ahead of ourselves, love," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Erasa smirked, "Oh, come on, Videl. You and I both know that you love this juicy ass of mine~"

Videl couldn't help but laugh. "Maybe a little too much," she teased, her hand still resting on Erasa's backside. She leaned in and kissed her deeply, her heart swelling with love and desire. Despite the turmoil their world had faced, they had found each other, and that was all that mattered.

After a few seconds of kissing and pulling each other away, Erasa asked something, "So did anything happened at your police job?"

Videl sighed, "Just the usual. You know, catching some thieves and saving some cats from trees," she replied with a roll of her eyes.

Erasa giggled. "You're so modest," she said, nuzzling into Videl's neck.

Videl pulled back and gave her a playful look, "Ha, ha, thanks for the vote of confidence. But yeah, one certain thing did hatch today..."

"What's that?" Erasa asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Well..." Videl starts

...

Flashback - Morning

After the defeat of the androids by the hands of the unknown hero of Earth, Orange City began its reconstruction. But crime is not completely gone, we see a kind, bright, young police woman called Videl helping some people who lost their house during the destruction. While at the same time, some robbers entered a car after robbing a bank, driving full speed, causing mayhem. Officer Videl ordered them to stop, but the robbers kept driving at her full speed with the intention to run her over, she instinctively closed her eyes (everything fades to black). But then she opens her eyes, only to see that Gohan stopped the car with his foot, though she can't quite make out who it is, since Gohan was wearing shades, a kind of turban and was in ssj. Though Videl slightly remembers someone with a similar build fighting the androids.

"Are you okay, officer?" Gohan, still in his disguise, asked with a calm voice.

Videl nodded, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Y-yes, thank you so much! That was... incredible!" she stuttered, trying to process what she had just witnessed.

Gohan gets embarrassed by Videl staring at him. "E-excuse me," he says, trying to play it cool. "I was just passing by."

Videl blinks and nods, snapping out of her trance. "Oh, right. Thank you again," she says, her voice a little shaky.

"W-well, since you are okay, I gotta go now. I'm sure you can take care of these guys… B-bye". And just like that, the mysterious hero disappeared into the sky, leaving Videl with her mouth hanging open. She looked down at the trembling robbers, their escape car now a crumpled mess. "Thanks for the help, whomever you are," she murmured to herself, her heart racing.

End of Flashback

...

Back in the present, Videl told Erasa about the encounter, leaving out the part about the hero's disguise. "It was just some guy with incredible strength. He stopped the car with his bare foot!"

Erasa's eyes widened. "Whoa, that's crazy! Like, superhero-level crazy," she exclaimed.

Videl nodded, still in awe of the incident. "It was like nothing I've ever seen before. I can't stop thinking about it."

"Well, you know, with everything we've been through, it's not surprising that someone with powers would pop up," Erasa said, stroking Videl's hair. "But remember, we're the ones who keep this city safe, not some masked vigilante."

Videl nodded, though her thoughts lingered on the mysterious hero. "You're right," she said, her voice trailing off.

Erasa sensed her distraction and leaned in for another kiss, her hand sliding down to grip Videl's waist. "Hey," she murmured, "let's focus on us right now."

"O-Okay" Videl blushes before kissing Erasa back, her mind temporarily leaving the mysterious hero. They resumed their passionate embrace, their bodies entwined as they explored each other's curves and contours. Their kisses grew more urgent, their hands more insistent, as the tension between them built.


Meanwhile...

Later in the middle of that night, an unknown cosmic object heading towards Earth crash lands in the forest nearby.

The object that crashed reveals itself to be a probe and it scans the environment. The information is then relayed to Turles' ship, informing Earth has indeed a suitable soil for the Tree of Might to grow, a plant crucial to Saiyan's power. The plant then sucks all of the nutrients out of the planet on which it was planted and leaves it as a desert.

Daiz and Amond stand by, watching the scans in amazement. "It's perfect," Turles murmurs, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "The Tree of Might will flourish here, and with it, we will gain power beyond our wildest dreams."

Daiz, ever the cautious one, speaks up. "But what about the inhabitants? Surely, they'll notice such a drastic change."

Turles waves a hand dismissively. "We'll deal with them. After all, we're here to conquer, not to make friends."

Amond nods, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "We've done this before. We'll just eliminate any threats and take what we need."

"Exactly! That's the plan," Turles said with a dark chuckle. "Now, let's get to work. The sooner we get that tree planted, the sooner we can start our conquest!"

"Yes Sir!" The two ex-Frieza Force members exclaimed in unison, eager to serve their new leader.

Their ship descended upon the unassuming Earth, its gleaming metallic exterior a stark contrast against the serene night sky.