*Everyone's Age in the story from AGE 780*

Future Bulma - 47

Chesami (Future Chesami) - 15

Future Chi-Chi - 42-43

Future Gohan - 23

Future Trunks - 14

Future Oolong - 40

Future Puar - 40

Future Master Roshi - 350

Future Maron - 39

Future Turtle - 1,017

Future Android 17 - ~33; 16 years as an android

Future Android 18 - ~33; 16 years as an android

...

*Everyone's Age in the story on AGE 783*

Future Bulma - 50

Chesami (Future Chesami) - 18

Future Chi-Chi - 45-46

Future Gohan - 26

Future Trunks - 17

Future Oolong - 43

Future Puar - 43

Future Maron - 42

Future Roshi - 353

Future Suno - 43

Future Turtle - 1,020

A/N: I'm putting everyone's age on each time so I don't get cancelled! That, and I can remember each time! See ya at the bottom!


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Back at Capsule Corp, Trunks was putting on his night clothes while thinking about the time machine that his mother Bulma was working on. He knew that if it worked, it could change everything. But he also knew that time was a fickle thing and could lead to unintended consequences. Despite his reservations, he couldn't help but feel a spark of hope at the thought of seeing his father for the first time…

"(Seeing Dad for the first time...)" Trunks mused to himself, his heart racing at the thought. He had heard so much about Vegeta from Gohan and Bulma, but he never had the chance to meet him. The idea of changing the past was both thrilling and terrifying.

He then thought about it again... As much as he wants to meet Goku, his father Vegeta and the others heard so much about, he felt like going to the past won't be needed... His mentor destroyed the androids three years ago, and the world was at peace. Plus, he had his mother, Bulma, and Gohan, who was like a brother and a father to him. He didn't want to mess up what they had, even if it meant not meeting his dad.

Not to mention, he's a Super Saiyan while Gohan has a level beyond that of a Super Saiyan, or Gohan calls it...

"Super Saiyan 2..." Trunks thought to himself as he climbed into bed. Though his mind was racing with the possibilities of time travel, he pushed the thoughts aside and focused on the warmth of his bed. He had school tomorrow, and he needed his rest.

He laid on his bed while looking at the sword that Gohan gave him, which his mentor once had when he used to train with the deceased Piccolo, "Maybe we don't need the time machine... Maybe we can protect the future without it." He thought, but he knew Bulma was relentless once she had set her mind to something.

He then closed his eyes and let the comfort of his bed envelop him. His thoughts drifted to the quiet moments he had shared with Gohan, the joy in Bulhan's eyes when he saw him, and the peaceful life they had built together. He had a family now, a future, and a purpose. Was it worth risking all of that for a chance to change the past?

...

The next morning, the four gathered for breakfast, Bulma looking a bit tired but still energetic. She couldn't stop thinking about the time machine and the potential it held. Trunks was eating his food while Gohan was feeding Bulhan.

"You okay, Bulma?" Gohan asked, noticing her distant gaze.

Bulma snapped out of her thoughts and forced a smile. "Yeah, just a bit tired. I've been working on some calculations for the time machine," she replied, taking a sip of her coffee.

Trunks looked up from his plate. "Mom, you can't work on that all night. You need to rest," he said, his voice filled with concern.

"Don't worry, Trunks, I had plenty of rest..." She then eyes at Gohan and winks at him, "If you know what I mean~"

Gohan's cheeks turn red as he coughs, trying to cover up his surprise, "C-Come on Bulma, we have Bulhan here," he says, trying to keep the conversation PG-13.

Bulma laughs, "Oh, lighten up, Gohan. He's too young to understand," she says, ruffling Bulhan's hair.

The baby giggles while Trunks, despite being weirded out by his mother's joke even though he's seventeen, couldn't help but chuckle at Bulhan's innocent reaction. The morning light washed over the breakfast table, casting a warm glow on the small family. They talked about the mundane tasks of the day ahead, with Gohan planning to train in the afternoon and Bulma continuing her work on the time machine.

Trunks then grabs his backpack, ready to go to school. "Alright, I'll be off," he said, giving Bulma a peck on the cheek. "Love you."

"Love you too, Trunks," Bulma replied, watching him leave with a mix of pride and worry. She knew her son was strong and capable, but the thought of him fighting to protect the world still filled her with fear.

Trunks then turns to his mentor/step-father and hugs him, "See ya, Gohan!"

"Take care, Trunks," Gohan said, patting him on the back. "And remember, if you need anything, I'm just a phone call away."

Trunks nodded, his expression serious. "I know. I'll be careful."

Gohan watched him leave, a smile on his face. He was happy to see Trunks growing into a fine young man, but he knew the burden of being a Saiyan weighed heavily on his shoulders. He turned to Bulma, who was sipping her coffee, her eyes on the blueprints spread out before her. "You really think this time machine is a good idea?" he asked gently.

Bulma sighed, setting down her mug. "I know it's risky, but think of all the good we could do, Gohan. We could save everyone..."

Gohan nodded, understanding her perspective. "But we also have to think about the consequences, Bulma. We can't just change the past without considering the future."

"I know," Bulma said solemnly, "but if we can save our friends, our family... it's worth the risk, isn't it?"

The lone warrior then gently nodded, fully understanding his wife's point, "I just don't want to lose you again, Bulma," he murmured, his eyes filled with sincerity.

Bulma looked up at him, her gaze filled with love and determination. "I know, Gohan. And I don't want to lose any of us either. But we have to do this for them, for everyone we've lost. And for our future."

"Okay, Bulma," Gohan said before wrapping his arms around her and kissing her on the lips, "We'll figure it out together."

"Thanks, Goha-Oh!" Bulma yipped as she looked behind her and saw Gohan's hands on her asscheeks. She then smirks, "But if we do this, you gotta help me with the dishes."

Gohan laughs, "Deal," he says, picking her up bridal style. They walk into the kitchen, Bulma giggling all the way.


At Orange Star High School...

Trunks and Chesami walked to school together, their footsteps echoing in the quiet morning. The air was crisp, hinting at the coming autumn. The vibrant colors of the leaves painted a serene picture, but their conversation was anything but peaceful.

"What if we mess everything up?" Chesami said, her voice filled with concern. "We can't just go back in time and change things without considering the consequences."

Trunks nodded, his eyes on the path ahead. "I know, but what if we could save them all? Make sure everyone we love is still here?"

"Believe me, babe, I want to save everyone... Hell, I want to save my dad Yamcha so I can see him again... But we have to think about the future we're living in right now," Chesami said, her voice gentle yet firm.

Trunks sighed, knowing she was right. "Yeah, I know. It's just hard to ignore the possibility of seeing everyone again, especially after everything we've been through."

"At... At least we got each other," She smiles before kissing him on the cheek, "And Bulhan," she says, her voice trailing off.

Trunks nodded, smiling at the thought of Bulhan. "Yeah, we do," he replied, his arm around Chesami's shoulders.

As they approached the school gates, they saw their classmates milling about, their laughter and chatter filling the air. It was a stark contrast to the heavy topic they had been discussing. They both took a deep breath, steeling themselves for the school day ahead.

...

Meanwhile...

Turles' ship has finally landed on Earth, and the trio of ex-Frieza Force members emerged, surveying the landscape with cold, calculating eyes. They had arrived in the shadows, choosing a secluded spot in the forest where their presence would not be immediately detected. The moon cast eerie shadows across their faces as they stepped out into the cool air, the ground beneath them shaking slightly with each step they took.

They then found the area where the probe had previously landed. Turles orders Daiz and Amond to start planting the Tree of Might's seed. The two of them, with a nod, go to work as if they had done this a hundred times before. They had, after all, been through the same routine on various planets under Frieza's command.

They then dropped the seed into an abyss of the ground, and as soon as it hit the soil, it began to glow a bright green, shooting out vines that quickly wrapped around the surrounding trees and began to drain them of their life. The ground trembled more intensely as the tree grew at an alarming rate, its trunk thickening and branches spreading out like a grotesque octopus reaching for the stars.

Turles watched with a mix of excitement and hunger. "Soon, we will have the power to conquer any world we wish," he murmured to himself.

The Tree of Might continues growing while destroying the forest and later, the city, if not stopped. Turles and his comrades stand in awe of the destruction they had brought to Earth, the energy pulsing through the air around them.

...

Back at school, Trunks and Chesami try to focus on their classes, but their conversation about the time machine weighs heavily on their minds. They share a knowing glance as they pass each other in the hallway, the weight of their secret a silent bond between them.

That was when the teacher, Ms. Suno (an old childhood friend of the deceased Goku), announced a surprise pop quiz, snapping them out of their thoughts. The class groaned in unison, but Trunks and Chesami shared a look of relief. The distraction was welcome.

As the quiz progressed, Trunks couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and his Saiyan instincts were on high alert. Something was off, something beyond the usual school stress. He glanced out the window, his eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of trouble.

He then saw roots and trees shaking in the distance, the classroom rumbling faintly with the disturbance. The students and Ms. Suno looked around confused, even Trunks and Chesami... However, the two felt that something was happening...And it was not ordinary...

"After school?" Chesami whispered to Trunks, so nobody else could hear.

Trunks nodded gravely, "Yeah, we'll tell them after school," he responded, his eyes still on the distant tremor that had caught their attention earlier.


At Capsule Corp

Gohan (who was holding Bulhan gently with his metal arm), Trunks, Chesami and Bulma were in the living room when the tremor hit. The furniture rattled, and Bulhan cooed in surprise. Bulma's eyes widened as she looked at the blueprints of the time machine scattered on the table. "Gohan, do you think this is related to my time machine?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

"I don't think so," Gohan confirms, "But we should check it out, just in case." He gently hands Bulhan to Bulma before charging up his ki, preparing to leave.

"Let's do this!" Chesami spoke out of bravery before charging up her ki as well, her eyes on the same level as Gohan's.

"Yeah!" Trunks agrees as he charges up his ki alongside Gohan and Chesami, "Let's go!"

"Hold up!" Bulma calls out, "Gohan is going... You two are staying here!"

"What?!" Both Chesami and Trunks exclaimed simultaneously, their eyes widening with shock.

"You two heard me! The both of you are staying here!"

"Mom, we're not kids anymore," Trunks argued, his voice firm. "We can handle ourselves."

"You and your girlfriend are attending school! And what happens if you two get hurt?" Bulma retorted, her eyes narrowing at Trunks.

"Mom, Chesami is a capable woman! She's a fighter! And I'm a Super Saiyan! We can help!" Trunks insisted, his voice growing more determined.

"So's Gohan... And look what happened to him" Bulma reminds him as she pointed at the metal arm she made for Gohan, "He lost his arm because of fighting. And I'm not risking you two," she says firmly.

"Um, Bul-" Gohan tries to calm down the situation, but Trunks cuts him off.

"Oh, so now you're just replacing Dad with Gohan?!" Trunks asked, his voice filled with accusation. He knew that he didn't meet his father because he died long ago, but the pain of not being allowed to help still stung.

"Trust me, I don't regret having Gohan! And I mean that in BOTH WAYS!" Bulma replied with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood.

Awkward silence filled the room for a moment as Gohan blushes bright red at Bulma's comment while Trunks and Chesami stare at them, bewildered. They couldn't believe what they just heard.

"We're going now" Gohan, Trunks and Chesami said in unison, all three of them not wanting to argue with Bulma but their protective instincts kicking in. The three of them then ran out of the house.

"Be safe" Bulma calls out as the three of them fly off into the sky. Bulhan gurgles happily in her arms, oblivious to the tension that had just filled the room.

She then sat down and turned on the TV, thinking that would clear her mind... only to see the news of the tremors reaching the city.

"Oh my god... What is happening?" Bulma murmured to herself as she watched the news reports, her heart racing. The tremors had become more frequent and powerful, causing destruction in the city. She knew she had to find a way to stop it. Her thoughts racing, she turned to the time machine blueprints on the table, her mind racing with scenarios and potential solutions.


Back with the three warriors...

Gohan, Trunks and Chesami were still flying in the sky, feeling the tremors growing stronger with each passing moment. "We need to find the source of this before it's too late!" Gohan shouted over the growing rumble.

Trunks nodded, his eyes scanning the landscape below for any signs of trouble. "Could it be more androids?"

"I don't think so, babe... This feels different," Chesami yelled back, her eyes squinted as she tries to focus on the tremors. Her mind was racing, trying to connect the dots from what they knew about the universe's dangers.

That was when Gohan flew a bit closer to Trunks, "Look, um, Trunks... About what your mother said, um...I-"

Trunks cuts him off with a stern look, "It's okay, Gohan. I know she cares. But we're here to protect Earth, and if there's trouble, we can't sit around."

"Oh, I wasn't talking about that! I was talking about... the other thing she said... about me..." Gohan stammers, his face even redder than before.

That was when Trunks quickly stops him from talking, "It's okay, Gohan. I know she didn't mean it like that. We're here now, and we're a team," he says with a small smile, trying to ease the tension.

The three of them continue their flight, the tremors now a constant vibration beneath them. As they near the city, they see the unmistakable signs of chaos - buildings cracking, cars overturned, and people running in fear.

...

After two hours of flying, that was when they finally made it to the forest and see a tree of monstrous size, surrounded by a barrier of power. It was sucking the life out of the earth, growing taller and more powerful by the second.

"HOLY KAMI!" Chesami exclaimed as she saw the monstrous tree. It's something she had never seen before. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw the destruction it brought.

"That is the biggest tree I've ever seen," Gohan says in amazement, his voice barely heard over the roar of the Earth's distress.

"Same here... But we have to stop it!" Trunks said, his voice filled with determination as he stared at the colossal tree, grabbing the handle of his sword

"We don't even know what it is" Chesami reminds her boyfriend, her hand tightly gripping her own weapon, a staff she had made herself. It was something she made while training by herself during the android crisis.

That was when Bulma contacted them, "Guys, I think I know what's happening!" Her voice was a mix of excitement and terror over the communicator.

"What is it, Bulma?" Gohan's voice was filled with urgency.

"I don't know what the tree is," the beautiful scientist admits before continuing, "But it's not originally from Earth and according to my readings... It's draining the planet's life force!"

Gohan's heart sank. "We need to do something now!"

"Then let's blow it up!" Chesami declares she charges up a Kamehameha, ready to unleash her energy at the tree.

"Hold on," Gohan cautions, "We don't know if that'll work. We need-?!"

"HAAAAAA!" Chesami shoots her Kamehameha wave at the tree, the energy blazing towards the Tree of Might. However, it had no effect on the barrier that surrounded the tree, instead dissipating into the air.

The three warriors were quite surprised at the failure of Chesami's Kamehameha. "What's going on?" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock, "T-That was my strongest blast..."

Trunks' eyes narrowed as he studied the tree. "It's got some kind of shield. We need to find a way to break it," he said, his voice filled with a mix of concern and determination.

"How about you come up here and try?" A voice from up above a tree called out to them. The three of them looked up to see a group of aliens wearing armor, chuckling evilly.

Gohan, Trunks and Chesami flies up to the tree and confronts them, "Who are you?" Gohan demands, his eyes narrowing at the unfamiliar figures.

"We are the members of the Turles Crusher Corps!" Amond, one of the aliens, introduced themselves with a sinister grin.

"Some of us were once members of the Frieza Force... Before Frieza and King Cold themselves were killed by a Super Saiyan years ago," Daiz, the other alien, spoke up with a hint of bitterness in his voice.

"Everything we once held dear was gone" Lakasei, the third alien, sneered.

"But now Turles has given us a new chance at life." Rasin, the fourth alien, said with a dark smile.

"AND AT REVENGE!" Both Lakasei and Rasin shouted in unison, their voices echoing through the forest.

"What are you punks even doing on Earth?" Chesami asked, her grip tightening on her staff. Her instincts were screaming at her that these beings were not here for a friendly visit.

"We're here to conquer your planet for the mighty Turles," Amond announced, a smug look plastered on his face. "And that tree you're so concerned about? It's the Tree of Might, a gift that will grant us the power to do so."

Trunks' eyes blazed with anger. "You're not taking over anything," he declared, his hand tightening around the handle of his sword.

"We've already been through enough hell thanks to the androids, and we're not letting you chumps take that peace away from us!" Chesami's voice was a mix of anger and determination as she stepped forward.

"Then try and stop us, little girl," Cacao, a cyborg alien, taunted Chesami, his mechanical enhancements gleaming in the moonlight.

"Oh, it's on!" Chesami yelled, spinning her yellow staff and charging towards Cacao.

Trunks and Gohan then charge at the other members of the Turles Crusher Corps, their auras flaring with power. The battle is intense, each warrior pushing themselves to their limits.

...

Turles was watching it all from the ship, his eyes gleaming with excitement as the Tree of Might grew even larger. He had no doubt that his comrades would handle the pesky defenders of Earth easily. His attention was on the energy readings from the tree, which were off the charts. He could feel the power it was amassing, and it was intoxicating.

He then looked closer at the defenders of Earth... He was quite surprised that there was a human girl that could handle herself against his soldiers. "Interesting... Who might you be?" He mused, zooming in on Chesami with his scouter.

He checked her power level, and it was significantly lower than the average Saiyan's. "A human with that kind of power?" He murmured to himself, his curiosity piqued. He knew he had to find out more about her, especially if she posed a threat to their plans.

He then checked the power levels of Gohan and Trunks, surprised to see that they were higher than he had anticipated. "They've grown stronger," he murmured, his hand clenching into a fist. "But it won't be enough to stop us."

...

During the battle, Gohan and Trunks defeated Rasin and Lakasei without even having to transform, showing off their refined Saiyan skills. Meanwhile, Chesami was having a tougher time with Cacao, her blows seemingly ineffective against his cybernetic defenses. Despite her bravado, she was beginning to tire.

"Come on, you motherfu-" She was just about to cuss when Cacao charged at her and rams her to the ground, easily defeating her.

She was in a quite ironic pose of her father's death at the hands of the Saibamen. Chesami was on the ground, her yellow staff skittering away from her grasp as Cacao loomed over her, his foot on her chest, pushing down hard. "You're quite the spitfire, aren't you?" He sneered, "Pity you're not going to be around to see the new era we bring."

Cacao aims his hand at her, a red energy sphere forming in his palm, ready to deal the final blow. "Looks like it's time to say goodbye to the human," he sneers.

"HEY, YOU!" Trunks calls out from above, catching Cacao's attention. The cyborg turns to see Trunks charging an energy blast, his eyes narrowed in fury at the sight of Chesami being pinned down.

"What?!" Cacao snarled, turning his attention to Trunks. He saw the blast coming and smirks, raising his hand to counter.

"You should split!" Trunks yells back as he quickly darts away from Cacao, buying Chesami a chance to escape. He fires a volley of energy blasts at Cacao, each one more powerful than the last.

That was when Cacao flew up into the air, dodging all of Trunks' blasts with ease, his mechanical parts moving with precision. "Is that all you've got, boy?" He sneers, "You're no match for a member of the Turles Crusher Corps!"

That was when he noticed that Trunks was gone, "What the...?" He looks around, only to find himself in a blind spot of the battle.

The cyborg minion then hears someone screaming and looks up in the sky, "Huh?"

He looks up and sees Trunks holding his sword above his head while descending, ready to slice him into two. "Not today, meat bag!" Trunks shouts, his voice filled with rage.

Before Cacao could even dodge for a second, the seventeen-year-old swordsman was upon him, blade flashing in the moonlight. The cyborg raised his arms to protect himself, but the blade sliced through his mechanical limbs with surprising ease, leaving a trail of sparks in its wake. Trunks had discovered a weakness in Cacao's design, something that neither Gohan nor Chesami had managed to find in the heat of battle.

Trunks then proceeds to slash the cyborg into pieces with his sword before obliterating him with a ki blast, the explosion lighting up the night sky.

The rest of the Turles Crusher Corps watched in horror as Cacao was dismantled before their eyes. Amond and Daiz shared a concerned look, realizing that these Earthlings were not the pushovers they had assumed. "We can't underestimate them," Amond shouted to Daiz as he took a defensive stance.

Trunks landed gracefully beside Chesami, who was already back on her feet, though a bit bruised. She offered him a small smile of gratitude, gripping her staff tightly. Gohan, having observed the battle from afar, was impressed by Trunks' tactics and the strength he had discovered within himself.

Before the metal-arm lone warrior could join in the fight, he was kicked from behind by someone, getting sent and crashed into the ground. "What the hell?" He groaned, looking up to see someone who looked just like his deceased father standing over him, a sadistic grin on his face.

...

Gohan then gently got up onto his feet, his eyes locking onto the smug grin of the newcomer. "Who are you?" Gohan demanded, his voice resonating with the power of a Saiyan warrior, "And why do you look like my father?!"

The newcomer chuckled darkly, "I am Turles, the one who will crush your precious Earth," he introduced himself with a flourish, "And I've come to personally oversee the planting of the Tree of Might."

"The Tree of Might?" Gohan asked before looking at the huge tree, "What is that?"

"That... is the Tree of Might... the very thing that's sucking the life out of your precious planet," Turles said with a sneer, his eyes gleaming with malice. "It's a relic from one of the planets I've traveled, capable of granting unimaginable power to those who harness its energy."

Gohan's eyes widened in horror as he took in the monstrous tree's true nature. "You can't do this," he protested, his voice filled with determination, "We won't let you!"

"I don't think so, Son of Kakarot..." Turles said with a chuckle, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You see, your father was but a mere shadow of what a true Saiyan can be. But fear not, I shall show you the true power of our kind."

"My father's name is Goku!" Gohan declares, his voice a mix of anger and defiance, "And he was a great man and a great warrior! He just knows the difference between good and evil! Unlike some people..."

"Oh, I know the difference. I just don't care," Turles retorted, his grin growing wider as he cracked his knuckles, the sound echoing through the now-silent forest. The tremors had ceased for a moment, as if the Earth itself was holding its breath for the impending clash.

"That's it!" Gohan spoke out in anger as he transforms into a Super Saiyan, his hair spiking up and his aura burning a fiery orange around him. The forest animals cowered at the sudden burst of power.

Turles' smile never left his face as he watched Gohan's transformation, his eyes glowing with a dark amusement. "Impressive, but I'm afraid it's not enough," he says before powering up himself. His aura grew to match Gohan's, the air around them crackling with energy.

The two then clashed towards each other, their fists moving at a speed that seemed to break the very fabric of the air. The force of their collision sent shockwaves rippling through the forest, knocking trees over like they were mere twigs. The power of their auras created a spectacle of light that painted the night sky with their fiery hues.

...

During the fight, Gohan started to land more and more punches on Turles, pushing him back with each hit. Despite the power of the Tree of Might fueling Turles, Gohan's fury and determination to protect Earth were unmatched. His fists connected with a series of powerful blows, each one resonating through the forest and shaking the ground beneath them.

Turles then managed to gain some distance after taking Gohan's hits, "You are surely stronger than your father, Gohan."

"That surprised you?" Gohan taunted, his eyes gleaming with the fiery intensity of a Super Saiyan.

"No, not at all, I'm delighted with that. But I'm afraid you're not as strong as you think you are," Turles replied with a chuckle, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mockery.

"What do you mean by that?" Gohan demanded, his fists still crackling with energy.

"Well, you see," Turles starts to explain, "Usually we attack planets with a tree that produces a red fruit that enhances my strength. But after being used on many planets, exposing it to different atmospheres and radiations, it finally changed, producing a blue fruit... Imagine my astonishment..."

Turles then pulls out the blue fruit, "once I ate it, it granted me the ability to turn into a super saiyan."

Gohan's eyes widened in shock, "You can turn Super Saiyan too?"

"Indeed, I can," Turles said with a smug smile, "But that's not all. Watch closely, boy," He then bit into the fruit, and as he chewed, his body began to change. His aura grew even more intense, turning a deep shade of blue, and his power level spiked. Gohan felt the air around him become thick with energy as Turles' aura started turning yellow.

The Goku-look alike then finally transforms into a Super Saiyan, his aura pulsing with a power that Gohan had never seen before. "This is... unbelievable," Gohan murmured to himself.

Yes, Gohan is a Super Saiyan himself, but for some reason, Turles' Super Saiyan form was... different. It was as if the very essence of the Saiyan power was distilled into something far more potent, something... sinister. His aura grew, enveloping the area in a blinding light that made it difficult for Gohan to see.

"You know, You should join me, son of Kakarot. It won't take long for the tree to turn this planet into a barren wasteland. What is left here for you? Come with me, live like a true proud saiyan warrior." Turles offered, his voice resonating with power and temptation.

Gohan's eyes never left Turles, his fists clenched tightly, "I'll never join you! This planet is my home! Half-Saiyan or not, I'm still an Earthling!"

The two Super Saiyans then launched themselves at each other again, their battle resuming with renewed ferocity. Gohan's fists flew with lightning speed, each punch packed with the love for his home and the people in it. Turles, however, seemed to draw power from the very earth they fought upon, each blow he delivered echoing with the destructive might of his intentions.

However, during the fight, Turles started to cough out blood, "I'm sorry, it seems I haven't fully mastered this form".

Gohan saw this and stops fighting him. He could see that Turles wasn't well and clearly wasn't thinking straight, "Turles, you need to stop this! You need medical attention!"

However, Turles scoffs, "I don't wanna hear it from a soft-hearted Saiyan like you, Gohan," he says, wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes are now a mix of anger and desperation, "I will have what is rightfully mine!"

He keeps attacking Gohan, but much slower than before, which gives Gohan the chance to dodge his attacks. Gohan tries to reason with Turles but to no avail. Turles' eyes have a wild glint to them, and his movements become erratic. Gohan can see that the power is taking a toll on the Saiyan, but he refuses to relent.

It didn't long as Turles coughed out more blood and fell into the ground, his aura flickering. Gohan rushes over, his concern for his opponent's health overriding his anger. "Turles, you can't keep this up," he says, his voice laced with urgency, "The power of the Tree of Might is too much for even you!"

"S...Sh-Shut U- Ugh!" Turles spit out more blood, his body writhing in pain. "The...The fruit, it...it's...too powerful," he gasps, his breathing ragged.

He then stopped moving, his body lying on the ground, lifeless. Gohan's heart raced as he checked for any signs of life, but there were none. Turles' blue aura had faded away, leaving only a weak pulse and the bitter scent of burnt ozone in the air.

Gohan couldn't let someone die, even if that someone was evil. He tried to remember what his father would do in a situation like this. That was when he remembered one of Piccolo's teachings.

The lone warrior flipped Turles around and placed his hand onto the Saiyan's chest, intending to use his ki to try to kickstart his heart.

Chesami and Trunks defeated/killed the rest of Turles' minions. They then looked in Gohan's direction.

"What are you doing?" Chesami called out, her voice filled with alarm as she saw Gohan touching the enemy.

Gohan didn't answer, his eyes focused on Turles' chest, willing the alien's heart to beat again. "Come on, you can't die like this," he murmured, pushing his own ki into the unconscious warrior.

To everyone's surprise, Turles' chest began to rise and fall, a weak pulse of life returning to his body. The tremors in the earth had ceased, and the once-monstrous tree had stilled. The forest, which had been in turmoil just moments before, grew eerily quiet, as if it, too, was watching the scene unfold.

The warrior's eyes slowly lit open, a hint of confusion mixing with the pain etched on his face. "What... have you done?" Turles managed to croak out, his voice a mere whisper.

"I saved your life..." Gohan replied, his voice a mix of exhaustion and relief.

Tch... Don't think that saving my life make us friends," Turles sneered, his voice still strained but with a hint of malice. "But I must admit, your compassion is... surprising."

"Just... Just leave Earth..." That's all Gohan had to say, his voice filled with a tired resignation that didn't quite match the fiery determination in his eyes. Turles, for his part, laid there on the ground, panting heavily, his body bruised and bloodied from the battle.

"Fine... Got nothing else to do, anyways..." Turles slowly gets up from the ground and starts walking, or more rather, limping, to his ship.

Trunks and Chesami then looked at the saiyan walking away to his ship before the two turned their attention to Gohan.

"Gohan, are you crazy?" Chesami exclaimed, rushing over to him, "Why did you save him?"

"As evil as he is... He's still someone who has life," Gohan said solemnly, his eyes never leaving Turles' retreating form. "I couldn't just let him die."

"For some reason, I can't blame Gohan for sparing him, Chesami," Trunks tells his girlfriend, "His father Goku spared Piccolo long ago, and he became an ally."

"I-I get that... You and Gohan told me that story before," Chesami admits, "But I don't think that guy is gonna pull a Piccolo and switch sides! We need to do something about him and that tree!"

Gohan placed his hand on her shoulder, "Don't worry, Chesami, we'll deal with the tree. As for Turles... I'll admit, it might be wrong for me to spare Turles like that... Maybe even selfish... But... I think my father would want me to show everyone mercy, even the bad ones... Like he did to Piccolo and Vegeta long ago... Maybe he'll change his ways... Even if he doesn't, we'll just kick his ass again, haha!"

Chesami then sighs, "Fine... But if he does come back... Beat him with an inch of his life... And send him straight to hell! You got that?!"

Gohan nodded solemnly, "We'll deal with it when the time comes." He turns to the Tree of Might, "Now... Let's deal with this tree..."

As the three warriors walked towards the big tree, Turles' ship took off, disappearing into the night sky, leaving behind a trail of smoke. Gohan's gaze lingered on the spot for a moment, feeling a mix of fear and hope. Fear for what might happen if Turles returns, hope that maybe he'll realize the error of his ways.

...

They reached the base of the Tree of Might, which was now a sickly grayish-white, no longer pulsing with malevolent energy. The forest around it looked withered, a stark contrast to the vibrant greenery that surrounded them. "We need to cut this thing down," Gohan said firmly, his eyes focused on the massive trunk.

"How? It's massive, and I don't think Trunks' sword can cut all of that" Chesami said, looking up at the towering tree with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

"Well, thanks for the boost of confidence, babe..." Trunks retorts while looking at her.

Gohan touches the tree, concentrating, feeling the ki flow through it, with that he is able to locate the tree's weak spot, "Here, this is where we strike." He points to a spot near the base of the tree, where the bark seems thinner.

The three warriors flew up into the air and started charging up their attack... Together.

"Masenko..." Gohan, Trunks and Chesami call out in unison, their energy swirling together into a single, powerful beam. The air around them crackles with electricity as the attack grows in size and intensity, "HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

They unleash their combined attack on the weakened tree, and the forest is engulfed in a blinding flash of light as the energy strikes true. The tree groans in protest, its thick trunk splintering and cracking under the pressure. The once-invincible bark shatters into a shower of splinters and the mighty limbs begin to wobble.

As such, their combined attack causes the tree to burst, releasing the absorbed energy all over the planet and its living things. The sky lights up with an aurora of power that makes the night as bright as day. The forest below comes back to life, the animals and plants regaining their vitality as the life force is restored.

The blast waves from their combined Masenko hits the tree, sending chunks of bark and wood flying in every direction. The tree's massive trunk snaps, and with a thunderous roar, the Tree of Might falls to the ground, sending shockwaves rippling through the earth.

The Tree of Might was gone for good, its destructive reign over Earth halted by the combined might of the young Saiyans and their human ally. The three friends breathed a collective sigh of relief as they watched the lifeless trunk smolder on the ground. The forest had been restored, and with it, a sense of peace returned to the once-threatened planet.

"We... We did it!" Chesami exclaims in joy before pulling Trunks in for a kiss, their lips meeting in a passionate embrace.

Gohan couldn't help but smile at the sight of his friends, happy that they could share this victory together. "Let's go back to Bulma and tell her the good news," he says, breaking the moment.

Trunks blushed at Chesami's spontaneous display of affection, gently pulling away with a grin. "We should, she's going to be worried," he said, the gravity of their victory not lost on him.


The three warriors returned to Capsule Corp and told Bulma the good news. She was overjoyed, her fears replaced with relief and pride for their bravery. Bulma threw her arms around Gohan, "Thank goodness you're all okay," she said, holding him tightly.

"It was no easy match, I can tell ya that" Trunks told his mother, his voice filled with excitement and a hint of exhaustion.

"Yeah, fighting all those guys at once..." Chesami added, her voice trailing off as she thought of the intense battle they'd just left behind.

"Well, I'm glad that you three are okay," Bulma said before eyeing at Gohan while smirking, "Chesami, why don't you take my son Trunks to your house?~" She winked at Gohan.

"M-Mom, seriously?" Trunks blushed, "What are yo-"

"Go on," Bulma cut him off with a knowing smile, "I've got something to discuss with Gohan."

"Trunks, we're going to my house!" Chesami said, grabbing his hand and quickly leaving Capsule Corp with a playful giggle, leaving Bulma and Gohan alone.

"So, Gohan," Bulma began, "I have good news! The time machine is almost finished!"

Gohan looked at her, his mind still reeling from the battle, "What? Really? That's... amazing, Bulma," he said, trying to muster up the energy to match her excitement.

Bulma smiles, happy that her boyfriend/second husband was agreeing with her, "But it's not just amazing, it's a breakthrough!" She led Gohan to the lab, where the time machine stood, gleaming under the bright lights, "I've made some significant improvements based on my dad's design. It's more stable, more precise, and less likely to cause time rips."

Gohan nodded, his eyes wide with wonder as he took in the sleek metal contraption before them. "But Bulma, are we sure this is a good idea?" he asked, his voice filled with concern, "What if we mess up the timeline?"

"Gohan, we had this conversation before," Bulma replied, her tone gentle but firm, "We're guardians of this planet. Sometimes, we have to take risks to protect it. And if we mess up, we'll just have to fix it. That's what we do."

"I guess you're ri-MMFFP!" Gohan was cut off when Bulma kissed him on the lips, a passionate and lingering kiss that left him surprised and breathless. She pulls away and smiles at him, "Don't worry, I've got everything under control."

The lone warrior slowly nodded while blushing bright red, "Alright, Bulma," he murmured, "I trust you."

"Good... Now... Let's continue this in our room~" Bulma said with a wink, pulling Gohan along as they left the lab, leaving behind the time machine and its potential consequences.

...

That Night...

The scientist's asscheeks were grinding on the lone warrior's crotch as they passionately kissed, their bodies entangled in a dance of love and relief. Gohan's hands wandered over Bulma's curves, feeling the softness of her skin, the warmth of her body pressed against his. Their love was a stark contrast to the battle they had just fought, a reminder of the peace they were fighting to protect.

"Man, Bulma... You're as hot as ever," Gohan smirks as he gently smacks her ass, feeling the warmth of her body against his own.

Bulma giggled, "Flatterer," she said, her cheeks a bit red. "But we've earned a little celebration, don't you think?"

Gohan nodded, "Definitely," he said before kissing her again, his hands moving to unbutton her shirt.

Bulma's hands were equally busy, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, eager to feel the warmth of his skin. As they undressed each other, their passion grew more intense, their movements becoming more urgent. They didn't bother with subtlety or finesse, their need for each other too great to be contained by gentle caresses.


Meanwhile… In Outer Space

After recovering from his defeat by using the Medical Machine, Turles now seats on his ship, frustrated by the lost of his men and by his first defeat in many years, but smirking at the challenge of finally facing a strong opponent.

"I can't believe I lost to a kid," Turles murmured to himself, his hand tightening into a fist, "But he's got some spunk, I'll give him that." He paused, looking at the blue fruit that had caused him so much pain, "I'll have to be more careful next time," he thought, "This power... it's too good to waste."

He then remembers the saiyan swordsman and the human girl, "And those two... Trunks and Chesami. They're quite the pair," Turles mused, "I'll need to train harder if I'm going to beat them all."

He then smiles, a cunning glint in his eyes, "But for now, let them bask in their victory... I'll return, and when I do, I'll be ready to show them the true might of the Super Saiyan," Turles said with determination, "And maybe, just maybe… I'll utterly crush Gohan and Cooler, and the whole universe will kneel before Turles!


A/N: And that was the Future Tree of Might Saga! Sorry for not showing up to do the rest of the stories, I just really want to finish this! As you can see, Gohan defeats Turles and spares the dude's life. Reason why is, Gohan is a pretty chill and merciful character, kinda like adult Goku, or maybe I should say even more than Goku. Top of my head I can remember him killing Cell and the Cell Jrs, and then recently, Cell Max, and even by then, it was only when Gohan had enough. I get the feeling they only kill when the enemy can't be reasoned with (like Kid Buu) or are just, you know, chaotic evil and have zero chance of switching sides (like Cell, Frieza and the future Androids). So I'll do my best to keep them in character.

Also, looks like Gohan is having some fun with Bulma~ Wouldn't surprise me if they have another kid together, hehe! At least Trunks and Bulhan will have another sibling in the family!

As for Turles, I still don't know where he got the fruit, nor his age or why he looks like Goku. He might be older than him though. But his age isn't a thousand years old! I know he said how Goku has been soft for thousand years, but he ain't that old! Anyways, he was born before AGE 737 so He might be 44 in AGE 780 and 47 in AGE 783.

I hope you guys like how I added Goku's childhood friend Suno as a teacher and a cameo. You guys will see her every once in a while. Anyways, we're now heading to the Lord Slug Saga! Time for Gohan to have another mental and physically fight! May God Bless Us ALL!