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@izuchant Here, just for you :3 Here's a sneak peak of my wip involving whole 'date' section of my fanfic, including the event that prompted it. (Decided to tentatively add in the fry thing, courtesy of the anon :P) (Also, for context: this takes place after the Black arc, and Trunks ends up staying in the main timeline, and Trunks calls Gohan from the main timeline 'Chibi'.) (And, uhh, minor 'spoil' warning if anybody on here follows my fic, Nexus of Time, the alternate ending xD)

Trunks shook his head and laughed before he looked back over at Gohan. “You know— why don’t you take me out sometime? Show me a few places that you like to eat at—”

At the suggestion, Gohan blue-screened.

Of course, he knew Trunks didn’t know just what he had said, and Gohan also knew that his mind was just hearing what it wanted to hear, but it did not change just what he had heard, and it took him a moment to reset— “Ah – ahah— yeah.” Awkward, awkward laughter left him. “You know, your mother has been doing something similar with Bearus and Whis, although less going out and more treating them when they arrive – or, calling them with the temptation of good food.”

“Oh, is that why Bearus was snacking here when I arrived…?” Trunks said and blinked curiously.

Gohan laughed again, glad to have averted the subject for now. “Yeah. Thankfully, your mother at least knows how to satisfy a Saiyajin appetite, so the transition over to the God of Destruction isn’t much different!” Trunks responded with more laughter and Gohan continued. “Say, why don’t we start with her pantry?”

Trunks laughed and the two of them wandered off in that direction, their laughter echoing down the halls.

…..

Much to Gohan’s chagrin, Trunks was very insistent upon going out to eat at a place Gohan enjoyed.

Which meant that Gohan would have to—

Have to—

Take Trunks out for dinner—

Of course, all of this was in Gohan’s head. This was not a date. Not a— No. This was Gohan showing Trunks the stuff he had missed, the stuff that had been taken away from him—

Thus, to try and make things as informal as possible, to make it seem as less date-night as could be, Gohan decided that he could make it a day. A tour guide, that’s what he’d be.

Thus the two of them started the day out with coffee at one of the cafes that Gohan liked to go to.

“Coffee? I know what coffee is, Chibi.”

Gohan grinned. “Yeah, but you haven’t had fancy coffee.”

Now that got Trunks intrigued.

“I won’t lie and say I know all the ins and outs of it.” Gohan explained. “But it’s a different way of making it called espresso. It’s usually put into steamed milk and flavoured.”

Gohan also ensured to order some pastries while they were there, picking out a few things that weren’t in Bulma’s pantry.

From there they walked around town, and Gohan showed him some of the places that he hung out at while going to school, picking up some ice cream as they walked about. Gohan brought up some of his school days as they walked, trying – once more – to convince himself that, no, this was not a date—

For lunch they went out for, well, fast food. Something definitely not available in the war-torn future.

“This stuff doesn’t look, exactly, healthy.” Trunks commented on the burger.

Gohan laughed. “I’m not gonna lie, it probably isn’t. But I also don’t make it a habit to eat here.”

Trunks took a bite of the burger and blinked, chewing on the food. “It does taste good, though.”

Gohan grinned at him, enjoying seeing as Trunks enjoyed himself. Without even thinking about it, his hand had grabbed a fry and he was holding it out for Trunks to eat—

“Oh, thank you Chibi—” Trunks laughed, his hands still busy holding the burger and he leaned forward and took the fry with his mouth.

Did he just— fuckfuckfuckfuck—

Thankfully, Trunks didn’t seem to think much of it—

When they finished having lunch, they went to a park to relax. Gohan watched Trunks who watched the people mill about, the children playing and Gohan could see the smile the sight brought Trunks. Of course would enjoy seeing peace, enjoy seeing people going about their lives without the apocalypse looming over their heads. That was what Trunks had been striving for for so long—

The ultimate fate of Trunks’ world weighed heavily on Gohan’s bleeding heart, but he pushed it away for later. They were here to enjoy themselves, to show Trunks the possibilities of the past— To give him back some of those missed opportunities— Gohan’s hands itched to wander over and grasp Trunks’ fingers, to smile at him with love and adoration— But, Gohan stomped that urge downdowndown because Trunks wasn’t his, Trunks didn’t love him, Trunks—

“So, where are we going for supper?”

Gohan swallowed his emotions and grinned weakly. “It’s a surprise.”

The two of them wandered around a little more until it was closer to the time for supper, and Gohan led them to the outskirts of town before gesturing for Trunks to fly and follow him. Then he led them over to the town at the foot of the mountain his grandfather’s castle resided on.

“Hey, isn’t this…?”

Gohan grinned and looked behind him. “Yeah, I thought I’d treat you to the food from where my mom’s from.” He then led them to the restaurant the town was famous for, stating his name and the reservation his Grandfather made for them, and the two of them were led to a table with a lot of food—

Even though his grandfather said he’d take care of it, Gohan could only worry about just what this cost his grandfather—

“For the Ox King’s grandson.”

Gohan laughed softly.

“I– woah Chibi this is—” Trunks was blinking at the amount of food on the table. “Isn’t this a bit… much—”

Gohan laughed softly. “I know that food was scarce in the future, so you never got to fully satiate yourself.” Of course, he hadn’t been expecting this much food when he had asked— For Gohan was not oblivious to the way that Trunks was hesitant to keep eating during his time in the past. And, he supposed he couldn’t blame Trunks for it when he came to fight the androids with them. After all – once they had defeated the androids, Trunks would be returning to the future where he could not gorge himself on food, so it was better not to get into the habit. That way Trunks wouldn’t know what he was missing. But now Trunks was here to stay. Now Trunks could enjoy himself— “But, you don’t have to hold yourself back anymore. Go on, enjoy yourself and eat to your heart’s content.”

Trunks swallowed audibly before he sat down and filled his plate.

Gohan smiled and watched Trunks as he finally satisfied the usually insatiable Saiyajin appetite.

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Digitised it because why not and flat colours Again AU where Gohan continues his training with Kaioshin, resulting in Zamasu using his body instead, thus creating “Gohan Black.” 

The imposter crashed into the ground harshly and struggled to get back up. Trunks was floating above the crater caused by the impact, arm extending out, energy building for the killing blow— He needed to finish this— Trunks narrowed his eyes. Focused on his target— And kneeling there, hand clutching at his side, blood sliding down the left side of his face, eyes narrowing right back at him was— Was— Go—han—

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AU where Gohan continues his training with Kaioshin, resulting in Zamasu using his body instead, thus creating "Gohan Black."

The imposter crashed into the ground harshly and struggled to get back up. Trunks was floating above the crater caused by the impact, arm extending out, energy building for the killing blow— He needed to finish this— Trunks narrowed his eyes. Focused on his target— And kneeling there, hand clutching at his side, blood sliding down the left side of his face, eyes narrowing right back at him was— Was— Go—han—

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(Forgive the lack of scanning. My scanner is currently down) So, decided to pick up a pencil after god knows how long. I've been writing my Dragon Ball fanfic (Nexus of Time) and eventually Gohan adopts a new outfit. Wanted to sketch it out haha.

Here's the relevant quote: (slightly edited to avoid a spoiler)

Thus, they began to work on the design of Gohan’s new gi. Gohan had wanted to stay true to his origins of being Piccolo’s student, thus the base of his outfit had been the one that he had trained Goten and Videl in – the purples of Piccolo along with his shoes. Over his torso, he added an outer layer in the orange and logo of the Son family to pay homage to his lineage. But, said outer layer was styled to match the style of the Kais, complete with a red belt and a set of disciple earrings dangling from his ears to indicate his current status as a disciple. As a final touch...a set of red arm bands on his wrists... Kaioshin, too, had agreed that Gohan do stay true to his roots, as to deny one’s past only boded for trouble.

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Characters: Gohan, M!Trunks, Pairing: Gohan/M!Trunks, M!Gohan/M!Trunks Rating: T Warnings: Violence, Character Death, Angst, PTSD, Universe Alteration Author’s Notes:

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Chapter 13 || Chapter 14 || Chapter 15

To be completely honest, Trunks felt bad. Goku, only Goku was supposed to know.

It was his mother’s decision actually. Chi-Chi was too emotional, Krillin couldn't keep secrets, his father too sceptic and egotistical to do anything, and her younger self too rash, too eager  (Not to mention talking to his parents could ruin his own conception.) And, according to his mother: Goku may be a complete dolt, but he knew to be serious when it mattered most.

And Gohan? Gohan was just a child. A very mature child, but a child nonetheless.

Not to mention… well he had the short end of the stick when it came to the easiest fate.

And yet… he brought Gohan here. To the future. He was changing history… too much.

Hopefully… hopefully he wouldn't cause that much of a disturbance.

.+++.

Gohan carried too much on his shoulders. Too much. It was a trait that Trunks noticed in the Gohan of this time -- and it seemed that even at seven years of age, his mentor had that same capacity. He noticed it when the child was trying to take blame for things that he had not even done.

And even now, even now guilt weighed on his shoulders.

I hurt you!

Trunks knew what the child was referring to. The lie that he was his own child. And he wouldn’t deny that it hurt him. The thought that… but it was a necessity, or at least his mother believed it so. (They were dealing with a potentially fatal injury after all.) And it was better to play things safe…

Trunks didn’t fault him for it, no. What else was he supposed to think?

And, well… the Androids weren’t that much help either… being the ones to come up with this solution.

(That thought made him freeze. The Androids…)

“We killed Gohan for a reason!”

Shit.

.+++.

“Chibi!”

He still hadn’t gotten out of calling the other that. But, perhaps, it was for the better.

Gohan flinched at the name. Of course he did - seeing as what it represented.

(How? How, he wondered, could this boy hold it in all like that? Trunks could see it now - as a tightly wrung coil that was finally released.)

“Trunks?”

He found himself cursing the mistake of bringing the other to the future. Gohan shouldn’t be making that expression…

“We can’t let the Androids figure out who you are…”

Recognition flashed across his face before it fell once more. “Oh… yeah… because they killed me…”

Trunks nodded, although he had more details to add - occurring as he thought upon the scenario even more. “Not only that… but then they might discover the fact that I travelled through time. They might put two and two together or just assume…” And that? That was one of the worst case scenarios - for who knew just what those two would do. Would they destroy the machine? Would they use it for themselves once Earth was run dry? And, would they kill him for it? Or just beat him to unconsciousness, and take it off his body, to leave them completely and utterly hopeless?

(And, if they found out, just what would that mean for the child Gohan? Being never able to return home…)

And then the silent child looked up at him with concern in those deep, dark eyes, “B-But Trunks!” Insistent. He was insistent. “What if they decide… I-I mean…” Insistent as he worried at his lip.“...They killed me so I couldn’t keep training you. So… neither of us could become strong enough to defeat them…” Insistent as he squirmed in his spot.

And Trunks, he understood just where Gohan was going with this. Concerned, Gohan was concerned that the androids would kill him And… unfortunately, the child wasn’t very far off. What was it that Eighteen said? ‘Kill him once he out lives his usefulness too’?

But Trunks smiled sadly, happy at the concern before squeezing those tiny shoulders reassuringly. “Gohan, I won’t let them kill you a second time. Remember what we’re doing here, remember why I travelled into the past. It was risky - doing something no other person has done - but necessary. There’s no dragon balls to revive you if you die here, and - I… I do not know if it would be feasible to go back in time to revive who, you died here.” He sighed.

“I risk my life every day Chibi, that’s not going to change. But you - you - need to return to your time.” He smiled. Smiled and tried to look hopeful and happy and proud. “And, look… time’s already changing. The Gohan from here? He was not a Super Saiyajin at seven years old. You’re already stronger Gohan. Stronger than him. So, promise me Gohan,” Trunks squeezed his shoulders once more, “promise me you won’t die.”

And when Gohan looked up to meet his eyes - Trunks met a hardened gaze that reminded him of his Gohan.

“Only if you do too.”

The kid drives a damn hard bargain, and Trunks couldn’t help it - he laughed.

“Very well.”

.xxx.

Trunks taught him a lot of things, although the very first lesson was honing in the anger, controlling it. It was learning how to not let it burn away at his reserves. And, perhaps the most difficult of it was the control. Not the capability to turn it on, no, it was keeping it turned off. Because it would trigger almost randomly. At the tiniest spark of anger. But, he had Trunks to guide him, to calm him, to walk him through it all. During this, too, he also learned just what he had suspected all along: that it took his death to trigger Trunks. That he had left Trunks all alone to not only mourn him, to miss him, to fight… but to also deal with this.

It did not do his guilt any favours.

(He tried, really he did. But it was hard. Hard to not see just what his future actions did to another. Hard not to see that if he - if they failed… this was what to come…)

And… Trunks’ continual usage of ‘Chibi’ did not either. But, Gohan put up with it simply because they couldn’t have Trunks yelling out his name if they ended up facing the Androids…

It also made him worry even more for the other’s safety. Because he was a Super Saiyajin now - and when the Androids killed him here? Trunks was not. And now - now they were facing two golden warriors… Ones that were teaching and being taught. Ones that were training with one another….

But Trunks promised him. He had to trust Trunks. He wouldn’t lie…

Right?

.+++.

They faced the androids occasionally. Eighteen didn’t like him, she never really did, but it only seemed to get worse as the weeks turned into months. Gohan seriously worried… but thankfully…

Thankfully she never did decide to kill either of them.

And, while, yes, the sustained quite a number of injuries, nothing seriously wrong happened.

As Gohan noticed before, he couldn’t help but feel it: the vast differences in their eras. He… he didn’t like it here. It was dark, dangerous, dreadful. He didn’t like having to look around every corner, or be cautious at every noise. He didn’t… he didn’t…

No, he hated how hopeless this land was. And, when he went home, he would change this.

He understood Trunks a lot more now…

(Was that a good, or a bad thing?)

Because… because if he couldn’t stop it…

(Gohan didn’t want to die.)

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Nexus of Time - 02

Fanfiction: Nexus of Time Story Summary: Gohan trapped with in the depths of time! Now, Trunks needs to save Gohan and allow him his three years of training… for yet unknown to both of them, Gohan is the future saviour of Earth! But how can Trunks save somebody whom he doesn’t know needs saving? Fandom: Dragon Ball Z Characters: Gohan, M!Trunks, M!17&18, M!Chi-Chi Pairing: Gohan/M!Trunks, M!Gohan/M!Trunks Rating: T Warnings: Violence, Character Death, Angst, PTSD, Universe Alteration Author’s Notes: Also: Feel free to let me know of anything that seems off. As I said, I'm doing some edits to each chapter! Oh, and... fair warning. This story? It's overloaded with angst. I mean it. So much angst.

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Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3

Gohan had never heard anything else in regards to the past, or of the creatures that were terrorising the Earth. Grandmother Lodi was adamant on keeping him out of the loop. ‘Don’t you worry’ she would say, ‘it’s better for you not to know.’

He appreciated her concern, he did, but… for him… it was worse not knowing than knowing. It was worse because Gohan knew… he knew of the horrors of the universe, and he knew… he knew that one day, these things would be the death of him.

They would be the death of everybody he knew and cared about. His father, Piccolo… their fighting friends…

Because the only energies he could feel… were the faint energies of his mother, his grandfather, and Roshi... (And he thought Bulma, but he wasn’t too sure. There was some familiar energy coming from where Capsule Corp should be.)

And that was rather unusual. Because for how strong those abominations must be, he could not sense them. Not a trace. In fact… the only time he could was when they attacked.

Because he could feel a disturbance. He could feel as energies fluctuated. As they faded. Slowly… steadily…

(It was… sickening, honestly. Because all he could do was imagine. Imagine just what they were doing to those poor people for their energy to slowly fade like that…)

In fact, his imagination was getting the better of him. It would create scenario after scenario, trying to envision just what kind of creatures could be stronger, and worse than Frieza. (Because Frieza… Frieza did not do this. He killed for fun, he killed for information, but not once did Gohan see or sense him needlessly torturing his victims for any other reason other than information.) They were sadistic. They would torture and torment Earth until all of their toys died out….

And his imagination would try and picture what happened. What had happened to all of his friends – his father…

Him.

So, no, Grandmother Lodi… it was not better not knowing.

And, all of this hiding… it was not doing him any favours either. Because he could see it. See that broken spirit of the old woman before him. He could see it in the eyes of the people around him. As they scurried for their shelters, only admonishing the children that tripped instead of helping them.

Fear. That was what ruled this world.

He wasn’t immune to it either.

No, as the weeks turned into a month, Gohan found himself acting so very similar to the others – but in his own, unique way. In the way that spoke of a person being scared. Because… he was going to die. Maybe not tomorrow… but…

(Because there just wasn’t any other option. There wasn’t. He was the only Gohan who had the ability to turn into a Super Saiyajin.)

And, it only made him wonder, it only made him that much more afraid, because if he, as a Super Saiyajin, couldn’t even defeat these… creatures, what chance did he? As a seven year old child who was terrified of a being far weaker? As somebody who had not made the achievement of a Super Saiyajin?

It was hopeless.

And yet, for whatever masochistic reason, Gohan would sit there, on the rocks he was found on, concentrating on the ki disruption whenever it happened.

“Gohan, dear?”

“…They’re at it again…” He whispered quietly, but he could hear her as she shook his head.

“Oh, Dearie, enough of this nonsense. Come on, come inside. Supper is almost ready.”

However there was something that was making him uneasy. More so than usual.

And it took him a few more minutes to realise just what it was…

They were headed towards where his mother was!

Gohan jolted upright and looked in that direction. His mother – his mother!

“Grandmother Lodi – I’m – ah – afraid I must take my leave now.”

She turned towards him, her eyes soft and sad. “You’re leaving. Did… you regain your memories boy?”

Gohan bit his lip. He certainly did not like playing this charade, but… how could he tell her what he had come to conclude? Especially as she didn’t believe a few things he had mentioned to her already.

“I just – I just need to go home.”

That sad smile reached her face. “Well, I can’t let you go on an empty stomach, now can I? Certainly it can wait…”

He chewed his lip more. “Just for a few minutes…” He would quickly eat, and leave. He could grant her this concern. She had housed him for this last month after all…

And, with food in his stomach Gohan stood up, only to have a firm grip on his arm.

“It’s dangerous out there child… with the Androids…”

She wanted him to stay – and that lightened his heart a bit. Perhaps humanity wasn’t completely ruled by fear after all… He looked down, only feeling that determination swell in his chest once. Androids, huh? Artificial beings… Now it was making sense just why he couldn’t sense them…

Gohan shook his head, smiling up at her. “Thank you. For your hospitality – for everything, but I must go now.”

And, as he left, taking to the skies, he looked back only to see a true smile on her face.

.+++.

Gohan managed to avoid the city that was under attack. In fact, he recognised the route he was taking, as debilitated as it was. He was headed home – not to just where his family was but his actual home.

And, aside from the beat up roof and walls, there was something else that caught his attention.

Stones. No – not just any stones – those were tombstones…

He knew… he knew he should just look away. Ignore them, but his eyes were fixated on them. They were underneath a tree. The tree he remembered climbing. The tree he remembered his dad sleeping against as they fished…

His eyes ran over the first one.

Son Goku, 737-766. Loving Father and husband.

His knees slumped. Two… two years? He was going to lose his dad in two years? That’s… that’s how much longer he had? Two years of happiness… before… before this?

It didn’t feel real anymore. No… not with that deadline. He could have lived with knowing he was going to die in sixteen years. Sixteen years. That was enough time to try and prepare for this… this calamity but… two? Two years?

Because, just how else could his father have died? The man who defeated Frieza…

He found his hands trembling. How? How could chaos be upon them so soon? How could they have just not known? To be blissfully unaware that…

(And, what did that mean for him? To have fought for fourteen years…?)

Suddenly, he didn’t want to look at the other tombstone. He knew… he knew just whose exactly it would be…

“Go-Gohan? N-No, this cannot be!”

Almost – just almost was Gohan relieved for the interruption in his thoughts. That is, until his mother’s form wobbled. “M-Mom…”

She looks so much older…

“Chi-Chi!” The rougher voice of his grandfather called out as he ran towards his mother, catching her before she hit the ground. And then, their eyes met.

“Kami… it’s a ghost!”

“Grandpa!” Finally, Gohan snapped out of it and ran over to them. “I’m not a ghost… at least I don’t think I am…”

“Th-Then what are you?” The Ox-King asked as he held his unconscious daughter.

Gohan looked down at his feet. “I’m Gohan… just not the one from here… I don’t know what happened, but one moment Dad’s coming home from space, and the next I wake up and I end up here… I… well, it looks like I’m in the future? Could you tell me what happened in the last twenty years, after Frieza attacked? From what I could figure out, everybody but me is dead…  and I died four years ago, and there are Androids terrorizing Earth, the dragon balls are gone, and Earth is now powerless against the enemy.”

“No, Earth isn’t powerless. There’s Trunks, he was your pupil.”

“B-But… if I couldn’t defeat them as a Super-Saiyajin, then what hope does a human have?” Gohan asked sadly.

“He’s a Saiyajin too.”

Gohan glanced up in surprise. “He is? I have a brother?”

For the first time did the Ox-King laugh. “No, he’s Vegeta’s child.”

Gohan blinked. “Wait, what! Ve-Vegeta’s?” Suddenly Bulma’s words echoed into his mind. Words that seemed years away…

“Don’t they look alike? Vegeta and that weird kid.”

Gohan’s eyes widened. It couldn’t be…

“Yeah, he’s got purple hair and blue eyes, he gets it from his mother.” The Ox-King seemed to be relaxed, as his family was whole. (Or… at least almost.

Trunks… Gohan thought, letting the name weave itself around in his brain. So that was the name of the young Saiyajin who saved us from Frieza?

Wait, that didn’t make any sense! Trunks was older than he was! How could Trunks be his pupil? Did Vegeta have a child before he came to Earth? Yet, Vegeta seemed surprised about Trunks. What was going on?

“At least he’s got Bulma.”

Gohan’s head was spinning. Bulma? Bulma has… no way! “Wait, wait, wait!” Gohan blubbered, before he remembered his grandfather mentioning Trunks’ hair and eyes were from his mother... “Is Bulma Trunks’ mom?”

The Ox-King nodded with his eyes closed and a smile on his face, oblivious to Gohan’s shock.

That would explain why he wore the Capsule Corporation jacket… Gohan thought, trying to piece everything together. “Grandpa… can you just start from when Frieza attacked? From when Dad came back from space?” Maybe that would be better… he was getting so confused.

The Ox-King nodded and went into his story.

.+++.

Gohan blinked as he absorbed all of the information. His dad… he died from a heart virus, everybody else died when the androids attacked six months later, and that was where he gained the ability of Super Saiyajin. Then, all he did was train and fight. He took Vegeta’s son – Trunks – as a pupil and trained him. They were the last two fighters Earth had, and now the last once he died four years ago. But why was Trunks fighting Frieza, when his dad was supposed to, why was Trunks there when he wasn’t even born yet? Why did Trunks know his dad was supposed to arrive there?

Yet, once Gohan realized when he was, things clicked into place. That machine that Trunks left in was not some spaceship, or an airplane. No, it was a time machine! And, somehow, as he came to this timeline, Gohan was swept up in it and ended up here.

He needed to find this Trunks, and go back to where he belonged.

“Where can I find Trunks?” Gohan asked as he looked up at his grandfather.

“West City, where they always – Oh Chi-Chi!”

Gohan turned to his mom, but realized that she might faint again if he was in the house. “Grandpa? Can you break the news to Mom that I’m… not a ghost?” Gohan said as he snuck quietly over to a wall and hid behind it.

“Oh Chi-Chi! Are you alright?” The Ox-King said as he lifted his daughter up into a sitting position.

However, the aged woman still had some spring as she shot up. “Where’s my Gohan? Where’s my boy?” She said and looked around. And then her face. “…Am I so old that I’m seeing things now?”

And Gohan, confident enough that his appearance wouldn’t send his mother into shock, stepped out of his hiding place. “No… no you’re not Mom.”

Chi-Chi’s head whipped up at the gentle voice of her son. “Oh Gohan… is it really you?”

Gohan’s face had a sad smile. “I’m from the past Mom… I’m not the other Gohan.”

It seemed that it didn’t matter to Chi-Chi though and she stood up to hug her young son. “Oh Gohan… my baby…”

Normally, Gohan would have squirmed out of his mother’s grasp, but he knew that she needed this. Her Gohan was dead, he was that second tombstone, the one Gohan would not - could not -  read. And then, he remembered why he was here in the first place and he looked up into his mother’s eyes. “Mom, you and Grandpa need to get out of here!” How could he have forgotten! “The androids are coming this way, and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

In a manner that was too practiced, too casual, Chi-Chi nodded. “Okay. Thanks you for warning me.” She said weakly and kissed the top of his head before walking off in a ritual that, too, was probably honed over the years of terror. “You’re going away, aren’t you?”

Since when was his mother so accepting of him going away? Of going into danger? Since when did she seem so weak? So fragile? Gohan looked down. “Yes… my time needs me Mom…”

“It’s alright honey.” She said while packing bare necessities and memorabilia, in case they could not come home again. “It was… good to see you again.”

Gohan looked down at the ground before he ran up to his mother and encased her in a tight hug. He would prevent this! If only he could go back home, go back to his own time!

“Shh, shhh my dear. You must go, as do I.” Chi-Chi said and ruffled Gohan’s long hair. “But how about we cut your hair first?”

Gohan smiled. “Alright.” He said. He could let her do that, and from the ki disruption, they still were far enough away…

.+++.

“There!” Chi-Chi said. “I say, my talent doesn’t change with age, does it Papa?” The smile on her face was one that looked like it wasn’t used often anymore. (Just like Grandmother Lodi…)

“Yes it doesn’t Chi-Chi!” The Ox-King acknowledged. “But, we all should get going, I’ve contacted Master Roshi, he said he’s waiting for us at the coast.”

Gohan gave one last smile to his remaining family in this time, and took off for West City.

As Gohan flew, something bad was happening not far off. Ki’s were disappearing and he knew that if he continued to fly, he would be found out. He landed and he was near a village in the mountains. He had to be careful when he flew because he knew that if he was caught in the open, there would be no hiding. So he took the mountain route. He ran a hand through his hair.

Thankfully, it wasn’t a repeat of when he left for Namek. So, his mother had learned that taming the natural spikes was neither productive nor reasonable. She had just simple cut off the back end of it, while the front flared out as it always did.

He sighed before hiding behind the mountain. There was an old village there – and people were probably still living in the outskirts and rubble, just as they were where Lodi lived… And the Androids… they were picking them off, one by one… Destroying buildings… rubble… just to find a toy to play with.

He found himself shaking in fear and in hatred. This was just like on Namek, when he hid as he watched Frieza destroy Dende’s village. Yet, here, there was nobody to hold him back except his own fear and his own knowledge. There was no Krillin…

Gohan heard their screams, he heard their cries. And, then a man landed in front of him, hit from a blast, a kick, or something. “R-Run boy…” He said weakly before his own ki faded.

How! How could somebody, something, be so ruthless? How!

Gohan heard footsteps and he froze.

“Man, humans are such weak creatures, are they not?” A female voice said.

“Are you kidding? Sometimes I wished we hadn’t killed Gohan, at least he provided us with some sort of amusement every now and then.” A male voice responded.

Their tones sent shivers down Gohan’s spin as he hid behind a rock. These people… these things were closing in on him. They talked about death as a casual thing, they joked about it, they were the ones who killed him, no his future self.

“Well there’s always his pupil, Trunks or something.” The female said as she kicked the corpse of the man just inches away from him.

“Eighteen, do you see that rock over there?” The man said.

Gohan’s eyes widened. The voice was directed his way.

“Yeah, what’s so interesting about it Seventeen?” The female named Eighteen responded.

“Well, I think there’s some wild hair behind it.” Seventeen said and the footsteps came closer. Then, they stopped and a very human-like hand grasped his hair.

Gohan gasped and struggled before coming face-to-face with his killers, his very human-looking killers.

“Why… fancy that. This kid is the spitting image of Gohan.” Seventeen said. “I wonder… maybe he’s his son?”

Eighteen placed her hands on her hips. “What does it matter? Just kill him already.”

“Well, you see, if he is Gohan’s son, then maybe he’ll provide us with some fun. It’s getting boring killing humans without their Superhero to protect them. This Trunks character just isn’t as strong as Gohan was, even without the arm.” Seventeen then turned his blue eyes towards Gohan. “So tell me kid, are you Gohan’s?”

Why Gohan had the impulse to reply to them, he didn’t know. Perhaps it had to do with the fear that made his blood feel like lead. Perhaps it was due to the fact that if he told him that he was Gohan… they would kill him – and he had to get back. Had to get home so he could warn everybody…

So, he nodded.

Then an evil smirk graced Seventeen’s face. “Well look at that! He is Gohan’s brat!” He said before letting go of Gohan’s hair. “So kid, show me what you got! Comon! I’ll let you live if you pass the test, so you gotta give it your all.”

Gohan stared at them in fright. Pass the test? Did he have to become Super Saiyajin? How could he? How? Yet, if he didn’t do anything, Gohan knew he was going to die. So he took a deep, shaky breath and let all of his power come to him.

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Nexus of Time - 01

Fanfiction: Nexus of Time Story Summary: Gohan trapped with in the depths of time! Now, Trunks needs to save Gohan and allow him his three years of training… for yet unknown to both of them, Gohan is the future saviour of Earth! But how can Trunks save somebody whom he doesn't know needs saving? Fandom: Dragon Ball Z Characters: Gohan, M!Trunks, M!Bulma Pairing: Gohan/M!Trunks, M!Gohan/M!Trunks Rating: T Warnings: Violence, Character Death, Angst, PTSD, Universe Alteration Author’s Notes: So! I'm just doing some touch ups to the story, so the first twelve chapters may have a different feel to them.I'll probably end up adding in more warnings as necessary. This is a very long story! (I set up a ko-fi account guys! Feel free to donate! Link in blog description!)

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Chapter 1 || Chapter 2

As they waved goodbye to the man who had saved them from Frieza, Gohan watched in awe. Strong, this man was so strong… He wondered more about this mysterious man. Part of him wanted to know more. Like who was he? How did he become a super Saiyajin? Where was he from?

And his feet, they had a mind of their own. The crept forward – step by step – quietly answering to his curiosity. That is, before a blow hit the back of his head. When Gohan glanced backwards, he could see that it was Krillin’s elbow. Accidental…

Weak… he was weak. And sick. His stomach… it was churning. The world, it was spinning, and Krillin’s form was blurring.

And why? Why did he seem like he was staring at the other for minutes? Why? Why did it feel like it would take him hours to reach the ground as he fell?

And why? Why did it feel like his body was being ripped apart?

.+++.

When he awoke, the first thing he noticed was the smell. First and foremost, he could smell vomit. Next, dust. That old… stale dust. And burning. Smoke... and when he opened his eyes, the ground beneath him was filled with rubble.

Where am I?

Gohan pushed himself up, rubbing his eyes and looked around.

His eyes widened at the sight that he was greeted with.

What…What had happened? His neck snapped around frantically.  The whole city was destroyed, fires burning around him. Cars were crashed into one another, into walls and the ground, long abandoned… and… was that blood under him?

(He was about to check himself, but realised that it was old. Dried and caked on.)

He was not in the desert where Frieza landed, nor near the crater his father landed in when he came home. Cautiously, Gohan wandered through the ruined city, searching for any sort of life. It seemed that this place had suffered a recent attack and… ones before. Yet, nobody was around, except very weak ki’s – even compared to a normal human.

“Boy!” A low, cautious voice hissed at him and Gohan turned in response. “What are you doing? It’s dangerous out there! Come in! Come in!”

There was an old lady frantically gesturing him in. However there was the calculated way that her eyes would shift to the sides - almost paranoid.

Gohan could not sense any malice in her ki, and so he followed her in. He needed to know what happened anyway. When he entered her crudely made shelter (it was just a pile of rubble cleverly camouflaged) he sat down on a chair offered. “I am sorry to intrude.” He said softly, looking down at his folded hands. “But… may I ask what happened here?”

“Oh boy, have you lost your memory? Did those abominations make you hit your head too hard?” She asked before letting her hand brush over his head.

Gohan hissed as her fingers pressed into the bruise Krillin left on his head.

“My poor dear. It seems that you have.”

Gohan looked up at the woman in a clueless manner. “But–”

“But I suppose that is for the best… nobody can remember the good days anymore, when the world ran peacefully and normally. When the worst of our worries were humans running around with guns or poverty. Not even King Piccolo caused the world to be this bad.”

Gohan’s eyes widened. He remembered the story of King Piccolo. He was the father of his mentor, Piccolo, and he was evil, pure evil. His mentor, however, was completely different. “What… What happened?” Gohan asked cautiously. Perhaps it was best if he played amnesiac, that was until he was sure what was going on. Something bad had happened while he was out. It wasn’t nice to lie, and even though he wasn’t really lying, he was letting the old woman believe something that wasn’t true. Yet, it seemed better to… and what she believed wasn’t far off from the truth. He didn’t remember because he didn’t know what was going on, and perhaps he really did have amnesia but didn’t really know it, but it only blocked his most recent memories. He couldn’t remember how he got here and what happened.

“Think of it as a blessing that you don’t remember young lad.” The old woman said with a worn smile and ruffled his head. “Just stay with me and it’ll all be fine. Oh, would you happen to remember your name?”

Gohan frowned slightly but forced it away. “My name is Gohan.”

The old lady’s smile quivered and fell, a soft longing in her eyes. “So your parents named you after that tragic hero? He must have saved their lives… oh it’s a pity that he had to die so young…”

Gohan’s eyes widened. What..? What’s going on?  I was named after my great-grandfather… and he died as an old man. “Um…” The child murmured.

“You probably wouldn’t even know him, even if you had your memory, would you? You would just be a wee little lad when he died. It was four years ago since that tragic day in this city. Why! You even look like him.” She said with another worn smile. “He was our hope in this desolate Earth. He fought off those monsters, yet they always seemed to overpower him. He was our strongest fighter. His hair would turn gold – just as the sun, his eyes would turn the blue-green of the seas. He would hold off the monsters as we would run away to safety...”

Gohan’s eyes widened even further. Super Saiyajin? There’s… there’s only one Gohan who can do that, only one Gohan with the Saiyajin heritage… None of this was making sense. The amount of damage that had been done… (Even if he had been out for months it certainly couldn’t amount to what had been going on here… and four years? Gohan looked down at his body. He couldn’t have been unconscious for that long… There… there really was only one other option, and even that was reaching at straws… but...

“Wh-What age is it?”

“Age 784 dear.” The old lady said as she took a spot on a chair near him.

Twenty years… Twenty years.

How?!

He was twenty years into the future…What was going on?! Gohan tried to concentrate on all of the information: There were monsters, abominations, something threatening Earth and they’ve been terrorizing the world for years. Something that even a Super Saiyajin could not defeat. There was only one fighter – and that was him, an older him, a him where he grew up in this land, fighting those creatures. That meant, his dad, Krillin, Vegeta, everybody was dead! Even Piccolo, and with Piccolo dead, the dragon balls were useless! And now, with Gohan’s other self dead… there were no fighters left for Earth. Earth was doomed…

“Oh dear, did I scare you? Maybe this is enough for the day. How about we get something to eat?” The old lady smiled. “And you may call me Lodi.” She said. There was something off about her smiles…. they never truly smiled...

Gohan gave a weak smile. “Thank you Grandmother Lodi.” He said. Something told him that he had to solve the mystery, but he didn’t know what to do. Maybe, once he was sure that Grandmother Lodi would be fine on her own, he would head home. Hopefully his mother was still alive…

.xxx.

“Trunks! So how did it go?” Bulma said as she ran out to greet her son.

Trunks smiled. “I gave Goku the medication and gave him a warning. I uh… kinda changed time a bit too much though.” Trunks said with a slight laughter. “I killed Frieza because I didn’t know Goku knew instant transmission.”

“Well, Frieza died in the end, didn’t he?” Bulma said with a smile. “But Goku will survive, and then the world will be saved. Isn’t that great?”

Trunks nodded. “Mother, do you think I can go back, on the day that the androids attack… I, I just want to make sure.”

“Hmm, well… let me see the tanks.” Bulma said as she looked at the energy levels before letting out a whistle. “It’ll take awhile to charge the machine, but I don’t see why not. Just,” Bulma said and shook a wrench at her son, “don’t go dying on me, you hear? You’re our only hope in this timeline.”

Trunk gave a sad smile. “I know that Mother, I won’t.”

“Now, I made some supper, you go on and eat it. I’ll start charging this thing right away. The sooner it starts, the sooner you can go.”

Earth’s only warrior chuckled. “Alright Mother.” He said before entering the house and walked over to the kitchen. As he walked in, a memory surged of when Gohan had told him that before - before the androids attacked - people would remove their shoes upon entering a house. People did a lot of things differently in fact. The memory made him smile, as it prompted others. Of Gohan teaching him etiquette and manners… Back then, huh?

His trip to the past had many things that he didn’t expect. He saw his father – the man whom he never got to meet, he met Goku, Krillin, all of the other fighters that Gohan had told him about. He even got to meet his young mother. There was Gohan’s mentor – Piccolo, and even Gohan himself, at the tender age of seven.

He wanted to make the world safe for that boy; he didn’t want him to grow up like he had in this time. He wanted Gohan to live a happy life, never having to fight an enemy he could never defeat over and over. He didn’t want Gohan to lose a limb and almost his sight, to lose his father, his friends, his mentor, and even his life. Then, there was his unborn self, a person yet to be. He wanted that Trunks to live in a world of freedom and peace, one where he didn’t have to look at every corner twice, one where he knew his father. He wanted his mother to live happily with his father. He wanted his father to live. And yet, all of this depended on a simple medicine and a warning. Goku was the strongest man alive, the first to achieve the state of Super Saiyajin. If he couldn’t destroy the androids…

No, Goku would, Goku could. There was no doubting that.

[petite-neko]

Characters: Gohan, M!Trunks, Pairing: Gohan/M!Trunks, M!Gohan/M!Trunks Rating: T Warnings: Violence, Character Death, Angst, PTSD, Universe Alteration Author’s Notes: Overwhelmingly lazy, so here’s the next chapter (finally)

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Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8

Anger. Anger. That was the first thing he felt.

It snapped at him, it growled. It ate away at him.

A child. Gohan had a child.

(And it hurt. Oh Kami did it hurt. It tore at his heart, hurting in ways that broken bones never could. But the pain shrunk in the presence of this overwhelming anger.)

How could he have forgotten that! Kami… his chest hurt and it wasn’t because his ribs were broken. The wounds that had been opened before but closed by memory were torn anew. So, so this was the kid that the androids encountered! This was the boy formed by his teacher and some… some girl. This was the boy who held Gohan’s genes, this was the sole survivor of the Son line! He wouldn’t go so low as to call the child a bastard though, seeing that he, too, was one. His eyes narrowed as he glared up at the boy he learned to call Chibi and saw as he froze, as the child had withdrawn his hand looked away guiltily. He knew it. Their looks, their mannerisms, their ki, their smell, and even their taste was the same. “How old are you?” He deserved to know, he deserved to find out if Gohan had truly betrayed him.

“Seven…” The boy said meekly. “I just turned seven.”

Trunks winced, he felt tears come but he forced them away. He remembered back then, when he had just turned nine a week prior and Gohan was turning eighteen in a few hours… that was when Trunks had given Gohan an early gift – his first kiss. That was when they passed the line from mentor-and-student, brothers, father-and-son, best friends, to boyfriends. And unless the woman had an unusual carrying time, there was no way that Gohan could have remained loyal to him.

“Trunks… what’s wrong? Did I bind your ribs wrong? Did I knock them out of place? Is it your concussion?” Chibi asked as his eyes wandered Trunks’ body for injuries. He reached out to help.

No! He couldn’t allow it. This kid! This kid was the proof the Gohan wasn’t loyal to him! Was it because Gohan didn’t have enough faith in him? Was it because he thought that Trunks would fail? The Saiyajin prince slapped the small hand away and continued to glare into those big, black eyes. “Don’t touch me!” He yelled, but his ribs wouldn’t let him ignore them anymore as he yelped and fell forward. Fuck they hurt!

And yet, his words were not heeded as the boy lifted him and moved him to lie against the rock again. He glanced at the stone set and realized Gohan must have shown the boy it, and… why was the boy wearing Saiyajin armour? Did Gohan have some stashed away somewhere? Then, those cursed small hands grabbed a pot before collecting some water and placing it over the fire. Next, he used the knives to cut the partially-cooked meat into the pot before he turned around.

“I’m going to get some herbs.”

Chibi’s voice sounded neutral, and if he was hiding anger behind those lips, he was hiding it well, because Trunks couldn’t tell.

.xxx.

What was up with Trunks! Gohan glared at the herbs that he went out to pick. After guessing that he was his own son, Trunks started to treat him horribly!

And then, when Gohan displayed concern, the man slapped his hand away! How could Trunks be his student and yet direct so much anger towards whom he thought Gohan’s son was! If was as if the prince hated Gohan, and hated him for being his own supposed son! Yet Trunks even admitted to missing him! How? Gohan couldn’t understand it! If Piccolo had a son, Gohan wouldn’t treat the boy like Trunks was treating him, especially of Piccolo was dead. No, Gohan would cherish the child, raise him, and tell him stories of his father…

But as the Son carefully plucked the herbs (they never tasted good if he yanked them from the ground) his anger blinded him from whatever obvious truth there was.

.+++.

When Gohan returned, the pot was beginning to bubble and his irritation at Trunks was hidden. “It’ll be done in five minutes.” Gohan said but avoided the other’s gaze. He would not look into the anger that was in those blue eyes.

And it seemed that Trunks decided to be silent and ignore him as well. Good, that suited Gohan. The boy sprinkled the herbs into the water and stirred it. He knew that the soup wouldn’t taste great (he was supposed to let the herbs sit in the water, bring it to a boil and add partially cooked meat in last) but he forgot about Trunks’ stomach earlier. He should have made the man eat solid food and let him puke it up – but that was rude and his mother always told him to mind his manners no matter what. Though, he reasoned, it probably didn’t apply to people who were trying to kill him, but since Trunks wasn’t trying to that exception didn’t work. Instead, the man just hated Gohan for being his own child – for being something he was not. It was infuriating but manners must be minded. As long as he remains quiet anyway…. Gohan thought with a glance over to the man.

…Who was simply looking at the pot of food. Oh well, it was better than glaring at him anyway. Gohan glanced over at the food and deemed it ready. He dipped one bowl in before giving it, and a spoon, to Trunks. Next, he grabbed another bowl – Trunks probably made his own since Trunks knew about the stone set, and Gohan only made one in his time – and filled it with more soup.

“Hey, you’ve got my bowl.” Trunks said spitefully.

“And you’ve got Gohan’s.” Gohan said and used the spoon to begin eating, but after a spoonful he continued. “You said you missed him so you can use it.”

“Did I give you permission to use mine?” The blue-eyed man snapped back.

“Then let me use Gohan’s.”

“No, make your own!”

Gohan’s eyebrow twitched. “I–” He started but realized I did would just confuse Trunks. “I own what is Gohan’s.” He said instead. It was the truth, and even to Trunks’ ears it would be sound.

The blue eyes iced over in pure hatred. “You! You think you can waltz in and take things? Oh hell no! Just because you’re his son doesn’t entitle you to everything! You need to earn it brat!” Here, Gohan saw a smirk that Trunks had inherited from his father. “And I know of one thing that was – is – his and you’ll never get it!”

Gohan’s eyes flowered. “I have to earn it? Earn a bowl? Earn his power? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?” He knew he was letting his temper get the better of him but he didn’t care.

Trunks laughed. “Everything Chibi.”

Here, Gohan put down his bowl and stood up. “And your respect is on that list too? I suppose saving your life isn’t enough huh? What is it that you have against me anyway? Or is it that you’ve got something against Gohan? Is it because Gohan died? Is that why you hate me?” However, something felt wrong. He couldn’t control his anger, it was slipping from his grasp. What was wrong! Even his mouth wouldn’t stop! “I don’t understand you! I wouldn’t dishonour my mentor’s memory by treating his son like garbage!” Why was Gohan’s body glowing and his hair standing up? Why was his ki rapidly rising? Why couldn’t he control it?”

“What…”

Why was Trunks surprised? Why was he getting dizzy? Why was he…

.xxx.

Trunks stared at the boy. He had… he had just turned Super Saiyajin. But how? He’s only a quarter Saiyajin! Yet, now I do know that he’s Gohan’s son… a mere human could not do that, and Gohan and I were the only Saiyajins living when the boy was born. Trunks pushed himself up into a standing position – slowly and solemnly. Even so, it still hurt but it was something that he could deal with. He had dealt with worse.

The kid’s words also rung in his head, the ones yelled in anger and confusion, and they made him think. The child was mad, but he had made some sense, and it made Trunks feel bad. Why was he treating Chibi the way he was? Because Trunks didn’t notice it before, because he proved that Gohan wasn’t loyal, because he gave Gohan a reason to be disloyal? Those reasons didn’t sit well with him. The child was as much of a chooser of his parents as he was of his black eyes. And even though Trunks was unable to chose his own fate – that was decided because of who his father was – he had to follow it for the fate of the entire world depended on it, this was different because he was judging Chibi and he was treating him horribly solely based on who his father was. Chibi was right... it was Gohan whom he should be mad at, not his son! Chibi deserved an apology – that is if he would accept it. If he didn’t, Trunks would understand because he was being an absolute prick to Chibi.

The lavender-haired warrior sighed and looked at the unconscious child. He just couldn’t… leave him there on the ground could he? Chibi had to have been sleeping somewhere. Trunks glanced around and saw a makeshift bed of leaves and grass and proceeded to pick the child up and carry him over to the bed. Next, he walked over to some bushes nearby and relieved himself before he returned to his spot by the river and against the rock.

Chibi was a very unusual character. For he was reluctant to reveal that he was Gohan’s son, he called Gohan by name and not father or dad or any other familiar terms. It confused Trunks, and he wondered why that was? Was Chibi ashamed at being Gohan’s son, and is only now accepting that fact and abusing it to get back at his old man? Or was the child just estranged from his father and only knew him as Gohan, only could think of him as that and not as a father? There was also the way the child spoke – cryptic, calculated, cautious – almost as if he was hiding something, trying to dance around a series of steps that could uncover his secret if he slipped up. Chibi was awful mysterious as well since Trunks only knew a select few facts that he could number off on one hand while the child seemed to be far more knowledgeable about him.

Could it be when the boy had found him after the android attack? Trunks couldn’t remember anything after falling to his defeat to waking up by the river and puking his guts out, and he’d probably never be able to recollect that time, concussions tended to do that. Did he talk up a storm? Did the child hear rumours? Did the androids tell Gohan’s son, or was it Gohan himself who did the talking?

Yet, there was something that continued to bother him – that he could not remember where he had gone a few weeks ago, and something told him that wasn’t right. Did he get a concussion there too? He didn’t even remember how he left or even what he said when he returned except that he had just simply returned. And now his head was hurting even more so than before, it was throbbing, it felt like it was going to explode. Perhaps he’d just eat some soup and sleep. Sleep sounded like a good idea, because whenever he thought about where he went before, his head acted up, or at least more than usual. Trunks massaged his temples, trying to will the pain away.

[petite-neko]

Nexus of Time - 06

Fanfiction: Nexus of Time Story Summary: Gohan trapped with in the depths of time! Now, Trunks needs to save Gohan and allow him his three years of training… for yet unknown to both of them, Gohan is the future saviour of Earth! But how can Trunks save somebody whom he doesn’t know needs saving? Fandom: Dragon Ball Z Characters: Gohan, M!Trunks, Pairing: Gohan/M!Trunks, M!Gohan/M!Trunks Rating: T Warnings: Violence, Character Death, Angst, PTSD, Universe Alteration Author’s Notes: Overwhelmingly lazy, so here’s the next chapter (finally)

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Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7

“Trunks.”

The lavender-haired prince groaned as he was shook. He didn’t want to get up, his head was killing him, and he saw red through his eyelids. At least the air was cool…

“Trunks!”

Why did that voice sound familiar? Trunks didn’t really know. He liked the voice though.

“Wake up Trunks!”

Oh Kami… his stomach was churning…

He quickly sat up and turned to his left – away from the sound of the voice – and let out the contents of his stomach. What happened to him? He felt like shit.

“Eww….” The voice was male, but it was young and Trunks rubbed his eyes and opened them to see a boy with Gohan’s hair cut, with Gohan’s eyes, and Gohan’s face… except the latter was filled with disgust – an emotion he hardly saw on Gohan’s face. Who was this kid?

“I think you’ve got a concussion, the androids must have hit your head too hard.”

Well, that much was obvious. Wait... where was the city? Oh Kami… no… did they demolish it? He looked around, taking in the familiar geography. No… this place was where Gohan took him training often.

“Here, drink this.” The miniature Gohan said as he lifted something made of stone to his lips. “It’s just water.”

Trunks swallowed wearily. He was tired… his whole body hurt…. His vision darkened, and he thought he swayed a bit.

“Oh no you’re not!” The boy exclaimed. “You’re going to eat first, it’s better if you get something in you, even if you’re going to puke it up later.”

Trunks groaned and a stone bowl and spoon was shoved in front of him. At least it smelled good…

He felt eyes on him, and Trunks sighed before leaning back on the rock behind him and bringing the spoon to his mouth. The spoon was small, obviously made for a child’s mouth. Yet, it reminded him of something… but he’d get back to that later. Thinking just hurt his head.

.xxx.

Gohan sighed as he watched Trunks eat the stew he made. The man seemed really out of it. Hopefully his concussion gets better… if we have to see Bulma, we cannot run into the androids on the way there. He thought. It was about the third time Trunks had woken up since Gohan brought them here, but it was just moments of semi-consciousness that only lasted long enough for some water to go into Trunks’ system.

He was a bit worried though, because Trunks didn’t really seem too fazed by it. Hopefully it was just the concussion and not acclimatization. Seeing how his mother acted was hard enough…

As Gohan took the now-finished bowl from Trunks, he heard the man finally speak for the first time since all those years ago.

“Who… are you?”

Yet, before Gohan could answer, he was out like a light.

If the androids could do this to the man who defeated Frieza so easily… Gohan’s stomach clenched… Just obtaining Super Saiyajin still made him so far away from his goal. It was as if he had reached the top and opened the door, only to reach another set of stairs, much steeper than before.

.+++.

A dinosaur’s tail was only so long… Gohan realized as he brought two more slabs of meat towards Trunks. Soon he would have to find another source of food. He heard sounds coming from the other man as he roused.

“Nmmn…” He groaned before sliding back onto the rock and looking around with a wince in his eyes. Then those eyes locked with Gohan’s own, searching his black depths with curiosity. “Who are you?” He asked groggily.

“What do you remember? In the last few weeks I mean.” Gohan said quietly as he poked at the dwindling fire with a stick. Worried. He was worried. For some reason it seemed Trunks didn't remember him… at first, Gohan figured it was the popping in and out of consciousness. But Trunks seemed awake now, and somewhat lucid….

“Well…” Trunks said, not looking away from Gohan. “I remember coming home, then the androids were terrorizing people for weeks – but that isn’t new – yet I could never catch up to them… then they attacked Parsley City and I battled them there, but I lost, as usual. Then I’m here and you’re feeding me soup. I remember thinking I felt Gohan’s ki too… hey why do you look like him?”

Gohan stared at Trunks. Well… okay maybe the best word to describe the man was loopy and perhaps that was complimenting it... When he met Trunks the man was confident, he was composed, he was knowledgeable, mysterious, polite. Yet now, he didn’t seem to be able to concentrate on anything. “Where.” Gohan prompted. “Where did you come back from?”

Trunks tilted his head, his face screwed in contemplation before wincing. “That… I can’t really remember.”

Gohan let out a sigh. Damn it.

(Since when did he start swearing?)

“That’s really weird… I remember leaving, and I remember coming back, but I don’t remember in between… and you still haven’t answered my questions.” Trunks said, regaining most of his consciousness now.

At least Trunks could remember what happened after he passed out… that was always good. But that relief did nothing for his frustration. How could he explain time travel? How could he tell Trunks that he travelled back in time? That he had been caught up in the energies?

(Although, even that too, was a hypothesis. Even though it was one that was strongly supported.)

It seemed that they just might have to go see Bulma. She would be the only one capable of building such a machine after all.

So how? How was he supposed to tell Trunks that he was a seven year old Gohan? So, he simply settled on a response that really wasn't one.

He knew it was rude but…

Trunks’ head was probably already pounding from the trauma, he didn't need confusing hypotheses regarding time travel too.

“Why does it matter?” He mumbled and finally managed to get the fire going again. Next, he stuck the two pieces of meat on sticks and let them cook by the fire.

“Well, it’s kind of rude to ask questions but not answer them. Secondly I don’t know who you are. How do I know you aren’t planning on using me or something?”

His logic seemed intact enough… Maybe he didn’t have to lie. “The androids call me Chibi Gohan, and don’t worry, I hate them. Probably not as much as you – yet – but I still hate them. I’m on your side.”

Trunks tried to wrap his mind around the words. “Chibi Gohan hmm? Well you kinda do look like my… late master. What do you mean by yet though? It’s almost as if you expect them to do something.”

Why did it seem ironic that it was he who held all the answers now? That he was the mysterious one? If it weren’t for Trunks, he wouldn’t even be here. Why did Trunks go back in time anyway? All he wanted to do was talk to Goku… But, Gohan gave Trunks a weak smile. “You’re older than me, you’ve known them longer than I have.”

“I suppose you’re right. But Chibi, why won’t you tell me who you are?” He winced after the statement, leaning against the rock behind him.

“Just call me Chibi.” Gohan insisted. He didn’t want to tell a lie…

There was a sad frown on Trunks’ face and he moved to get up. What for, Gohan never found out, for he started coughing and holding his ribs. “Chibi, I have a medical kit in my jacket, Capsule 110 I believe, there should be some bandages to bind my chest. I…” Trunks winced and relaxed back on the rock. “I think some of my ribs are broken.”

Gohan almost slapped his face. How could he have forgotten about the capsules! He scrambled over and pulled out two cases. In one, there was a missing capsule, and the other was completely full. It was in the first that he found the capsule and he pressed down on the compress before rolling it away. A puff of smoke flashed before the medical kit appeared and he went over to grab it, bringing it over to Trunks’ side.

“Can you help me with my shirt Chibi?”

The boy from the past nodded and shuffled over to support Trunks with one arm as he leaned up from the rock. With his other hand, he pulled up the black shirt. It was a little difficult and slow, but he supposed that was better – the less he moved Trunks, the less damage would have to heal.

Gohan felt eyes on him, and as he moved his eyes up, he was met with Trunks’ heated gaze. Gohan squirmed; the look in those blue eyes was making him uncomfortable. He recognised that look though, it was the look his parents had in their eyes when they looked at each other. Gohan didn’t know how to feel though, now that it was aimed at him, did he like it or was it something he didn’t want? Don’t worry about it, it’s probably only his concussion. Gohan reasoned and tore his eyes away. Then, he pulled Trunks towards him, almost in an embrace, so that he leaned against Gohan, and that Gohan had both hands free. He grabbed the bandages from the kit and began to bind Trunks’ ribs.

The warrior’s breath was slow – almost laboured – and hot against Gohan’s neck. “Gohan…”

The name was whispered and made the boy freeze. Did Trunks figure it out?

Then muscled arms wrapped around his body. “I missed you.”

It was the concussion, Gohan concluded. “T-Trunks.” He whimpered, Trunks was making him uneasy. It didn’t feel bad, but it didn’t feel good either. It just felt… weird. He wanted to get out of this position, wanted Trunks to be a good patient and let his ribs be bound, but what could he say? He couldn’t lie. He was Gohan, but at the same time he wasn’t. However, when something warm and fleshy pressed against his neck, Gohan couldn’t help but react and he shoved Trunks away from his body with his eyes wide from shock. Wh-What was that! What did Trunks just do? The Son mentally screamed and hugged his own body. That just didn’t feel right. He looked up to see Trunks groaning against the rock, his head slumped and Gohan’s eyes widened. “Trunks! Are you alright? Can you hear me? Oh Kami, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! It’s just–”

It’s just… what?

“It’s alright Chibi, it was my fault.” Trunks said with a grin through his pain. “I thought you were someone else.”

Gohan shuffled over to the man who would be his pupil, who was his pupil. “Did I hurt you? Did you hit your head?”

“Nah, you just rattled my back. It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

Why…. Why did those words sadden him? And to think that I left him here, I left him all alone… The boy turned around and moved over to the dinosaur tail slices cooking by the fire before he realized something, and so he voiced it. “Hey, Trunks… do you think you could eat solid food? I could make the soup I made last night, cause… well you were puking yesterday.”

Yet, Trunks didn’t respond. Instead his eyes wandered over to the stone cutlery that he made as a child. “Those look like… hey Chibi where’d you get those?”

Gohan bit his lip as he turned the meat around. Apparently he showed the other the cutlery, not to mention there was another set that he knew he didn’t make. “Um, hidden under the rock you’re lying on?” He tried.

Trunks was wary and suspicious as he looked at Gohan. “How long have I been out?”

“You passed out yesterday afternoon.” Gohan said neutrally. “I brought you here.”

“You?” The prince said in disbelief. “It’s a day’s walk from Parsley City and you’re telling me you carried me over here before the morning? I remember waking up and it was dark…”

Gohan sighed. “A day’s walk, yes, but thirty minutes by air. And beside you were already out of the city when I found you.” Gohan glanced over towards the forgotten stone utensils. “But enough of that, do you want the soup? It’ll taste better if I cook it now before the meat is finished.”

“Capsule Corporation doesn’t make aircrafts anymore so nobody travels by air anymore. They wouldn’t anyway, with the androids and especially not just after an attack. Who are you? You’ve been avoiding that question all day Chi…bi…” Trunks’ gaze seemed to go blank before his face contorted in pain and he held his head. Then he gasped, apparently oblivious to his broken ribs. “No…” The words were soft, they were in disbelief, but not the disbelief of realization. No, it was as if he didn’t want to believe. His right arm crossed his body as it clutched at his chest and his left wrapped around his waist and he curled over.

Gohan watched this, wide eyes before he scrambled over to Trunks, laying a hand at his back. “Trunks! What’s wrong?”

“You…” The word sounded hateful, accusing. “You’re Gohan’s kid, aren’t you!”

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Nexus of Time - 05

Fanfiction: Nexus of Time Story Summary: Gohan trapped with in the depths of time! Now, Trunks needs to save Gohan and allow him his three years of training… for yet unknown to both of them, Gohan is the future saviour of Earth! But how can Trunks save somebody whom he doesn’t know needs saving? Fandom: Dragon Ball Z Characters: Gohan, M!Trunks, M!17&18, M!Bulma Pairing: Gohan/M!Trunks, M!Gohan/M!Trunks Rating: T Warnings: Violence, Character Death, Angst, PTSD, Universe Alteration Author’s Notes: :D

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Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6

Gohan slammed his fists into the ground.

“D-Damn it!”

What was this world doing to him?

Scared – he was just so scared. No, he was terrified.

All he could see was the future that was being laid out for him. All he could see was this. This desolation. See this hopelessness. And he was too weak… too scared to do anything.

He couldn’t even face the facts. It overwhelmed him.

Was it because it was too tragic, too true?

He didn’t want to see everybody dying! He didn’t want to be here! He didn’t want the world to end up like this! He didn’t want to die!

Gohan shivered, hugging his own body. He felt the androids attacking again, not too far away… he couldn’t go today - he was too weak.

But that was always the case, wasn’t it? He was too weak to save his dad against his uncle, he was too weak to challenge Nappa and Vegeta, he was too weak to save Namek, he was too weak when Frieza attacked Earth.

Even now, he was too weak to go back home and warn everybody about these androids, about this fate. He was stuck in these wastelands again, and could not leave until he was strong enough. He could not fly – what if those androids could sense him – he could not move – what if he ran into them?

(He would die. That’s what. 

.+++.

A week. A week. Seven days of trying. Seven days of failing...

Now he knew what Grandmother Lodi was talking about. Even though he had seen horrors in his life - he saw people dying, he saw a world as it was about to explode – there was nothing more terrifying than this place, this time. He was trapped in a cage of fear, unable to move, unable to do anything but hide. He was ruled by those androids with their evil, sadistic smirks… Their not-so-idle threats. Their strength. What they represented…

Yet, he had a fear that the old woman would never have guessed.

Gohan had to face them all over again. He had to face them with the knowledge that they will kill his friends, kill everybody he knows, that they will cause terror in every man, woman and child on Earth, that they will kill him.

How? How could Gohan face them with that knowledge?

Then, Trunks’ ki signalled in the distance. Gohan’s head shot up. He could feel the golden power of a Super Saiyajin, and yet… he could feel it waning. Gohan’s eyes closed as he concentrated on it.

He could feel the ki, he could sense the emotions. Anger, desperation, curiosity… shock? Pain.

Gohan broke out of it. What was going on over there? Why was Trunks so… emotional?

Yet, the ki continued to drop. It was slow… it was torturous. Was this what it meant to be stronger yet not strong enough? To have torture prolonged? To have the pain inflicted even harder?

Trunks’ ki continued to drop, and Gohan could not do anything about it. Fear had him glued to the spot. He was supposed to be Trunks’ mentor… he was supposed to train him…he was supposed to protect him…

Did he sacrifice himself for Trunks, like Piccolo had for him?

Then, images played out in his mind. Once again was he younger, watching as Nappa’s energy blast headed towards him. Then, the man whom he began to look up to, jumped in front of him, spoke words of hope.

And yet, Gohan couldn’t understand them at that moment. All that he knew was that Piccolo was going to die – die for his mistakes, die just like his dad did, and there wasn’t going to be any dragon balls to bring him back…

But that scene warped. Instead, it wasn’t Nappa, no it was the androids. They were toying with his beloved mentor, they were torturing him, and Piccolo’s ki was falling – just as Trunks’ was – slowly, gradually…

Then Seventeen approached him as Eighteen continued to play with Piccolo.

“Why aren’t you yellow?” He said with clear disappointment. “I told you to be yellow!”

The man had punched him across the jaw. And yet, Piccolo’s ki was still falling.

“Tch, you are pathetic.” He said as he charged the bolt that would surely be his death.

Piccolo’s ki had become almost nonexistent. “Go-han…” The voice was Piccolo’s yet it was desperate, something his mentor was not.

“Then again.” The black-haired android said, turning towards Piccolo instead. “Maybe this’ll get you angry enough. How about I kill your father’s mentor like I killed him? Will that make you fun to play with?”

Gohan’s eyes widened. He didn’t want to watch, but he his eyes were glued to Piccolo. The light grew before it flew towards Piccolo.

The ki disappeared.

.xxx.

Trunks knew that he was no match for them, yet he still tried. Some days he could hold his own against one, and other days he couldn’t. They always overpowered him in the end though. Why? Why was it always this way? And even now, with the knowledge of Gohan’s son driving him, he still could not defeat them. Was that the reason he kept feeling his old mentor’s ki? Was the rock, the mountainside… were they all indicators that the child had lost? That the child had tried to defend himself?

And, as he fell to the ground, his hair losing the artificial tint, Trunks thought he sensed it again, thought that he felt Gohan’s ki sparking to life, shining golden just like before…

.xxx.

Gohan didn’t know the moment that he had closed his eyes, but when he opened them, he saw yellow. Reality and the twisted world in his mind had given rise to the anger that he pulled out from deep within him. And, even if he knew that Seventeen hadn’t killed Piccolo to rouse him (or perhaps he had, Gohan didn’t know, and didn’t want to know) he wanted to pummel the artificial human to the ground, destroy every piece into oblivion. But… but where was Trunks’ ki? Gohan’s eyes widened. No! They couldn’t have!

His heart raced before he took off towards the ruined city.

(Part of him marvelled just how fast he was.)

The moment he got there, he saw that they were leaving. He glanced down at the smoking metropolis and glared at them.

“Why, look it’s the brat.” Eighteen said with a smirk. “And his hair… it seems that you will get your fun as well Seventeen.”

“I’ll say… it’s almost as if I’m looking into the past. Don’t you remember that glare Eighteen? The one Gohan gave us when we killed all of his comrades? It’s such a pity his father died before we could kill him.” Seventeen responded with that smirk.

Gohan felt his blood boil. “As if you could have killed him.” He rumbled lowly.

“Aww, he even cares for the grandfather he never knew. How adorable.”

Gohan’s emotions were getting the better of him, but, quite frankly, he just didn’t care. He charged blindly towards Seventeen.

“Tsk, tsk.” The android said as he held Gohan’s fists and dodged the flying kicks. “You really need some training.”

Yet, this was all Gohan knew. Charge at the enemy with as much rage as you can muster. When Gohan let his anger go, all strategy, all logic seemed to vanish. There was not enough time to hone the anger, not enough to keep a cool head with all of it in tow, not enough to learn to direct it in every punch, every kick.

“You’ve certainly gained strength and speed, but you’re just going berserk. This isn’t fun at all.” Seventeen said before kneeing Gohan in the stomach again and bringing his elbow down on his neck.

Everything else faded. Gohan didn’t even feel his body as it fell down into the rubble of the city.

.xxx.

Trunks pushed himself up. Rocks and debris fell from his body as he rose. He coughed, dust escaping his lungs and he leaned against a street light. The sky was lit in twilight – the sun was setting, or perhaps rising, and he did a quick examination on his body. A few of his ribs were at least bruised – but probably broken if he knew Eighteen. His head was throbbing, and bruises littered his body. At least he had prevented further destruction of the city… usually after they had their fun with him, they left for a few days, perhaps a week or two if he was lucky.

It was almost depressing that he was so accustomed to this, that every time he woke up in the middle of a destroyed city, he didn’t panic. He just knew that he finished a battle with the androids. It took him a little while (especially even more so when he had a concussion) to remember what exactly had happened. And yet, all that he could pick up was that he finally managed to catch the androids this time, and that he was in Parsley City, after weeks of failed attempts.

Yet, there was something else that he knew he should remember, but his head felt foggy and it was painful. He’d remember it eventually.

As he reached into his jacket, he found a small box and it sparked the memory that he was to go training. He had the food, and he always carried a medical kit around with him… With a sigh, Trunks hobbled out of the city. The place that had become their training grounds – Gohan and his – was not too far away. If he could get there and find a place to rest near the river, he could manage recovery and begin his training.

Oh Kami… he felt like he was going to… Trunks leaned over and let out the meal his mother made from him earlier in the day... the sun was setting with the heat that was just starting to dissipate, not increase.

Ugh… he hated it when that happened… and his head just wouldn’t stop hurting…

.xxx.

As Gohan came to, he groaned. He glanced around, panicked at first before settling down. He was just getting accustomed to waking up in a post-apocalyptic world. But… where was he now? His stomach was hurting again, as did his head.

And the memories rushed back to him. He… he had become Super Saiyajin, he had come to Trunks’ rescue, yet where was Trunks? No! He couldn’t be dead! Gohan stood up and forced himself to fly, searching desperately for the unique ki signature, and he found it! There! Not too far away from him! It was weak, it was fluctuating, but it was there! Gohan flew down and landed behind Trunks, only to catch him as he toppled over. “Trunks!” He yelled out, his hand automatically looking for a pulse, and he relaxed once he felt it.

Yet, Gohan was still too weak to carry the other back to the training ground. (He had to avoid civilization, for he could not risk running into the androids right now) Perhaps… maybe…

“Kinto’un!” Gohan yelled and watched the skies. There was no response and Gohan sighed, looking down at the ground, this was going to be a long journey. Yet, just as he was about to lift off the ground, he felt a blast of air next to him. He glanced at the cloud, then at Trunks. Would the cloud let Trunks on? Trunks was Vegeta’s son…Gohan winced as he lifted Trunks onto the cloud… and he didn’t go through. Perhaps it could be that he’s asleep… Gohan thought with relief before joining the man on the cloud. “To the training grounds!” Gohan yelled and held onto the unconscious man as they flew through the skies.

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Nexus of Time - 04

Fanfiction: Nexus of Time Story Summary: Gohan trapped with in the depths of time! Now, Trunks needs to save Gohan and allow him his three years of training… for yet unknown to both of them, Gohan is the future saviour of Earth! But how can Trunks save somebody whom he doesn’t know needs saving? Fandom: Dragon Ball Z Characters: Gohan, M!Trunks, M!17&18, M!Bulma Pairing: Gohan/M!Trunks, M!Gohan/M!Trunks Rating: T Warnings: Violence, Character Death, Angst, PTSD, Universe Alteration Author’s Notes: Whhhooopps. Here comes more angst.

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Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5

He hurt.

That was the first thing that Gohan had noticed. That he hurt, everywhere. His head and stomach were the worst though…

The next thing he noticed was that he was wet. Wet and cold.

He pulled himself up – and out of the river. It seemed that he had either subconsciously grasped onto land, or the river had just drifted him over here.

Luck was, at the very least, on his side.

(Not on his front for sure though… And when he laughed at his dark humour, he only winced further. That wasn’t a smart idea Gohan...)

He took his in his situation: he was soaking wet, cold, hungry and injured. He needed to get food, and then heal up.

He wouldn’t dare to fly in this state.

There was heavy breathing above him, and a drop of large saliva slid down his shoulder. Gohan glanced up to see a very familiar face.

Apparently it recognized him too and panic filled its face. It picked the wrong prey today.

Gohan’s stomach growled and almost comically, the gigantic T-Rex turned tail (well, whatever was left of it anyway) and ran. Gohan let out a short laughter, but halting the once again his stomach muscles protested before he ran after the dinosaur. He hadn’t eaten dinosaur tail in awhile…

.+++.

It took Gohan a few days to recover, but he was glad where he ended up. He knew this land like the back of his hand; it was the place Piccolo took him training after his dad died. And now was he ever glad that Piccolo left him alone for those six months. Today, he should continue on, go to where Trunks was. Yet… Gohan knew that he had to be cautious, for if he was caught by the androids again, he knew that he wouldn’t have a second chance. Seventeen wanted to face him as a Super Saiyajin, and yet, Gohan didn’t know if he could achieve it right now. It took Krillin’s death for his dad to become one, it took the death of everybody he knew for his future self to become one. What did it take for Trunks? Was it his future death? Gohan shuddered at the thought of his fate being absolute. He was going to lose his left arm… he was going to die… all at the hands of these androids. Gohan glanced down at his left limb and let his right arm caress it. What would it be like losing a limb? What would it be like dying? Gohan didn’t want to know, he didn’t want to find out.

Yet, it almost seemed that he would. The world, it felt so empty… before he could sense all of his father’s friends – Krillin, Yamcha, Vegeta… – his father, Piccolo, and now… virtually nothing. Although now, now he knew just what that familiar energy from Capsule Corp was. Trunks…

Gohan sighed as he drew random shapes in the ground beneath him. How could it have come down to this? Just him left, then this Trunks fellow? How could those androids be so powerful? He knew that he should get going, should try to get back to his own time, but he was afraid. What if he ran into the androids again? Gohan needed to get stronger, he knew that, but how? Every time he attempted to become stronger, he sparred with a friend, an ally. How could he do it on his own? His father had done it, he had traveled the lands facing enemies… he used gravity chambers… Yet what could Gohan do? He was out in the middle of nowhere, with nobody around, nobody strong enough that is, and completely clueless.

What would his father do?

He would train as hard as he could, he would reach the androids’ expectations and above, he would challenge them and then go back in time to do it all over again.

But Gohan wasn’t like his father. He didn’t like fighting. But what he liked to do and what he had to do didn’t always coincide with one another, that he did know, and it was proven by his future self. He fought for Earth, tried to protect it as best as he could… even with the distaste for fighting.

And he died doing it.

And Gohan knew that he needed to go home. His mother probably missed him, she probably was worried sick, and without him… Trunks would never even stand a chance against these androids, the one yet to be born. And in order to go home, he had to fly and risk running into the androids… which meant he needed to achieve Super Saiyajin. He could do it, Gohan knew that, yet could he do it, right now, without the others dying?

It required anger… and anger was something that unlocked Gohan’s powers. He knew that. Anger and if something threatened his life. He unlocked it a few days ago, once he was angry at how Seventeen acted. He remembered his words: playing with you is like playing with those humans all those years ago… fun for a few minutes, but quickly boring.

He would use that, he decided. Gohan closed his eyes and entered the meditative state Piccolo taught him. In his mind he imagined the two androids, imagined them with clarity now as opposed to uninformed ponderings. Then he imagined everybody.

The first thing he imagined was the mockery. The pride. The boredom. Taunting them…

He imagined his friends – their expressions of pain. Of hopelessness. As they watched one another fall – die – one by one…

He tried – tried to see it as if he were there, feeling their ki slowly diminish. As if it was him who was watching this doomed fate…

He felt the anger, he felt the dread. It was crawling up on him, coiling within him, filling his being. There was fear – horror – at observing their strength, their brutality, their boredom. He felt helpless, he felt weak. Sadness and sorrow crept up in the background, because he knew that they would never win, that eventually they would die.

And it was unfair! It was not right! It was… it was...

No! His eyes snapped open and he fell towards the ground on his hands and knees, his heart racing, his chest heaving.

It was too much!

.xxx.

Trunks felt that niggling again, he thought he felt that familiar ki twitch, he thought he felt a disturbance, but he had to ignore it. It wasn’t true, it wasn’t real. It was just his emotions getting in the way again. It could have been hunger too, for each time he thought the ki spiked into existence was when he had to eat.

Kami… I’m really out of it! His name can also mean rice, and here I am thinking about him when it’s time to eat! Trunks thought and groaned. Was he really that lovesick?

“Trunks! It’s time to eat!” Bulma yelled out from the kitchen. Trunks groaned. He really needed to stop this.

“Coming Mother.”

“So, Trunks, it seems that the charge is going to take while… it’s only one-sixth full.” Bulma said as she sat down. “Probably another five more months. Why don’t you go out to train? I mean… you’ll be facing the androids in the past…”

“But Mother… I can’t just leave you here!” Trunks said with wide eyes. “What if the androids attack? Who will protect you? What about the time machine?”

“I survived on Namek when Gohan and Krillin left me alone, I’m fairly certain that I, and the time machine, can find a safe enough hiding place until then.” Bulma said with a smile. “Besides, you need to train anyway; you need to keep up your body.”

Just as Trunks began to eat, he felt it. No, not Gohan’s ghostly ki, but others fading. They were close and the warrior’s head snapped up. “Mother, I need to go.” He said and stood up, running to where his sword was.

“Trunks! Wait!” Bulma called after her son before tossing a square box of capsules at him. “A month’s worth of food.”

Trunks gave a soft smile. “You always know what I’ll say, don’t you?” He said before disappearing into his room to grab the weapon and flying off to Parsley City.

.+++.

“Why, look who’s here…” Seventeen said with a smirk as they floated above the wreckage they caused.

“Indeed, maybe this time I can have some fun.” Eighteen responded pompously.

“Tch.” Seventeen spat out. “Just ‘cause I got to play with the brat doesn’t mean you can have the pupil! It was hardly a fight!”

“You know the rules Seventeen! We always take turns. Don’t worry, you’ll get him next round.”

Trunks glared at the two artificial humans who were clearly mocking him. From what he could tell, he was going to be facing Eighteen. Why? He didn’t know, and he really didn’t care. He just wanted to get this over with. And so, without hesitation he powered up completely – not letting an ounce of his power be withheld. Distract them. Save as many lives as he could…

And he charged at her.

“Talk about rude. I thought Gohan had pounded some manners into you.” She said, blocking his attack. “We were in the middle of a conversation you know.”

“Does it look like I give a damn?” Trunks countered and smirked, firing a blast towards her as she held his sword.

“Why do you get the yellow hair!” Seventeen seemed spiteful almost. “Hey! Eighteen! Don’t kill him! Maybe he can teach the brat to do that!”

Eighteen kicked away the ki blast with the tip of her boot before letting it connect to Trunks’ head, sending him flying in recoil. “Are you stupid or something? We killed Gohan for a reason! Or are we going to do away with this one once he lives out his usefulness too?” She said, turning her back to Trunks.

As Trunks collided into the building he stared up at them. What…. What were they talking about? Curiosity almost got the better of him as he moved to sheath his sword. No! It didn’t matter! They had to die! Now! He charged towards Eighteen with the blade.

“Maybe we should let this guy breed as well, then his kid will try to exact revenge on us too.” Seventeen said as he relaxed in the air.

“Ugh!” Eighteen said in disgust as she blocked Trunks’ sword with her forearm. “You disgust me Seventeen!”

However, Trunks’ eyes widened in shock, and he didn’t even attempt to dodge the blow aimed at his stomach. What did Seventeen just say? Too? As well?

“Oh dear, I think you just spilled a secret brother… he didn’t even try to protect himself from my punch.” Eighteen said with a laugh. “Apparently he didn’t know his mentor had a kid.”

Gohan had… no way, that’s impossible! Trunks thought and held his stomach in physical and emotional pain.

Seventeen joined in on the laughter. “Look at that expression! It almost makes me want to cry! He looks like you just crushed his heart, not his stomach!”

“Technically, that was your doing Seventeen. I just reinforced it.”

“I suppose.” The black-haired android said before he floated down in front of Trunks. “The brat even acknowledged it. He’s the spitting image of Gohan. In fact, he almost looks exactly like Gohan did when we killed all of his friends.”

“And… you left him alive?” Trunks grunted out, but this time the pain was metaphorical and not literal.

“What use is a toy if you break it early on? I told him to learn that funny skill you Saiyajins have to change your hair colour before he sees me next, or else I’m going to kill him. He’s stronger than the rest of the humans though, I’ll give you that.”

Trunks was filled with mixed emotions. He didn’t know what was more painful – the fact that Gohan had… betrayed him, or the fact that Gohan hadn’t told him. Yet, regardless of all of this, Trunks felt the need to protect Gohan’s son, to train him, to raise him. If Gohan had really left something in this world, then it was his job as his pupil to protect it! And it… it was something of his mentor’s… Even though… even though…

“Now…” Trunks didn’t notice that Seventeen had backed up, and Eighteen took his place. She lifted his head with her index finger. “Are you going to continue our fight or just float there in your own head?”

Trunks’ eyes hardened. If he could defeat them now, then perhaps Gohan’s son could live the rest of his life in peace!

He charged once again.

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Nexus of Time - 03

Fanfiction: Nexus of Time Story Summary: Gohan trapped with in the depths of time! Now, Trunks needs to save Gohan and allow him his three years of training… for yet unknown to both of them, Gohan is the future saviour of Earth! But how can Trunks save somebody whom he doesn’t know needs saving? Fandom: Dragon Ball Z Characters: Gohan, M!Trunks, M!17&18 Pairing: Gohan/M!Trunks, M!Gohan/M!Trunks Rating: T Warnings: Violence, Character Death, Angst, PTSD, Universe Alteration Author’s Notes: Here’s Chapter 3!

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Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4

Trunk hated waiting, he hated watching, and yet it was all that he did.

The Androids weren’t traceable, that’s why.

Radios, word of mouth… that was the only real method of tracking them. Sure, sure there was the ki disruption as well, but even that wasn’t reliable. He was always one step behind them, and he cursed himself for it.

More and more people were dying and he was doing nothing about it!

(And yet, for some reason, there was something niggling in the back of his mind, it was as if it was on the tip of his tongue and he couldn’t identify it.)

The only thing he could do was wait. Wait, because once he could go into the past again… But the time machine was taking too long to charge!

(No, not really, he was just impatient. A trait he got from both his parents, not that his mother would admit it.)

Often, he also thought back to when he went into the past. Will his killing Frieza change things? Will he have screwed things over?

Trunks knew all that he could do was wait and see how it turned out. Even if he hated it.

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The androids were particularly sadistic today, Trunks noticed as he concentrated on the disruption. However, there was that niggling again, but Trunks didn’t pay attention to it. Instead, he concentrated on where the androids were. If he could calculate their next move… he might be able to prevent some deaths. It was almost like meditation, what Gohan taught him, what Piccolo taught Gohan. Often would his mother come out to check on him, and just as Trunks was honing in, something flared, that niggling sensation burst into life.

What was Gohan’s ki doing here!

Trunks snapped his eyes open and charged towards the mountain city that was currently under attack. Something wasn’t right here!

.xxx.

Gohan’s aura flowed about him as he stared at Seventeen. He was still fearful of his life, but hopefully he could match up to their standards. Gohan couldn’t – wouldn’t – die.

Seventeen, however, seemed disappointed. “Aw, none of that yellow stuff? Ah, well you’re just a brat. Well, let’s see how much you can withstand. Come on, I’ll give you the first shot.”

They were mocking him, they were underestimating him, but Gohan already knew that he couldn’t defeat them as he was now. He had to give it all though, unless he wanted to die. So he took the bait and sent a leg towards the android’s head.

The reaction was more instinctual than a defence: an arm shot up to take his kick easily. “Hmm…Not bad for a brat.” Seventeen said before his hand wrapped around Gohan’s ankle and flung Gohan into the rock he hid behind. “Let’s see how long you can amuse me before you become a ragdoll. If you can last, then I’ll keep that promise. But you better turn yellow the next time we meet, because playing with you is like playing with those humans all those years ago… fun for a few minutes, but quickly boring.”

Gohan pushed himself up. This is child’s play to him… I’m nothing compared to him… The boy thought with dismay. But I need to hold on… I need to live… I need to warn everybody. He charged at Seventeen again, this time quickly shifting behind him and landing a blow at his lower back. Next, he swung around to the front and flew up, punching the mechanical thing in the chin. His feet kicked outward before he was grabbed in mid-air before tossed off to a mountain side.

From wincing eyes, Gohan could see Seventeen cracking his neck.

“He packs quite a punch.” He said with a smirk. “It’ll be interesting to see what he can do in the future.”

“Why wait?” Eighteen said, deciding to comment again. “Isn’t it stupid to let the kid grow up and challenge us?”

Seventeen laughed. “It’s not as if he can get stronger than his father. You saw how easily I defeated him. Although, I guess it was unfair to take off his arm beforehand.”

Gohan glared at them, fisting his hands. Was this all a game to them? Killing people? Torturing them? Terrifying them? Something untapped appeared deep within him, like that time when he thought Frieza killed Krillin, when his henchmen killed the Nameks, when Nappa killed Piccolo, when Raditz hurt his dad. Energy appeared at his hands and he shot it at Seventeen. He charged at him, throwing kicks and punches wherever there was a body. More energy blasts. How could somebody be so… so cruel!

Then he was plucked by his shirt. “Aww, did talking about your daddy make you mad Chibi Gohan?” Seventeen said with a sickly mocking tone. “But it does make you more powerful. How about I tell you how we ripped out his arm, scarred his body, how we killed him? Would that make you more fun to play with?”

Gohan was glaring at him, his breathing heavy from his recent exertion.

“Aw, isn’t he cute Eighteen? Look at that little glare, it’s as if he thinks he’s a threat to us.”

The girl turned her head. “I never get you sometimes Seventeen.”

Seventeen punched him in the stomach, and Gohan, even in the pain, knew that this wasn’t even half, perhaps even a quarter of his real strength. It was no wonder why everybody died fighting them…. His vision began to darken around the edges.

No! I can’t! I need to warn! I need to! Gohan said as he forced his consciousness to regain itself. Just as it did, there was another blow to his stomach – this time a knee.

“Look at him, clinging on, trying to remain awake.” Seventeen said as he shook Gohan.

All Gohan could do was groan. There were more stars in his vision than in the sky. (He knew that wasn’t the case, but logic really didn’t play a huge role in his mind at the moment.)

“You still awake kid?”

Gohan forced himself to blink and he winced and saw the man who killed his future self.

Seventeen was smirking maliciously again. “Heh, you’re pretty tough kid.”

“Seventeen, can you wrap it up? I’m getting bored watch you play with your boy toy.” Eighteen said and yawned.

The male android laughed. “Alright, alright sis. Guess it’s nighty-night for you brat. You got a passing grade. Have fun.” He said before kneeing Gohan in the stomach again. This time, to knock him out.

As Gohan’s world turned black he felt as if he were flying.

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The time traveller landed down in the ruined city in the mountains. The damage was done, and there was no sign of the androids. “Fuck…” He cursed and wandered through the still-flaming city. He glanced from left to right, following the disaster. But, unlike the typical destructions, it moved sharply to the right, following a house that had been blasted through. Did they follow somebody they were playing with? Trunks thought and floated over the rubble.

He saw a man, kicked over on his side – as Eighteen tended to do once somebody died. There was damage here as well… the rock the dead man was reaching for had appeared as if somebody, or something, was smashed into it, and a circle of impact was blown into the mountainside. Were there more people here? Did the androids decide to vaporize them instead of leaving corpses for him to find? Yet, there was no sign of his mentor, no sign of where the androids flew off to. Nothing.

Was he being driven mad by these artificial humans? Were they pushing at his wits, making him hallucinate, making him imagine, making him hope? Trunks swore that he felt Gohan’s ki spike here, yet it couldn’t be. Gohan was dead, Gohan would have left more damage than a rock and a mountain side, Gohan would have went Super Saiyajin.

And Gohan would have been disappointed in him. He had failed humanity yet again, he let the androids go on a rampage, and he did nothing to stop them! He was always too late, always saw just the aftermath, the scared humans, the corpses littering the ground, and always failed.

“Damn it all!” Trunks yelled as he punched the rock, shattering it. Why did he have to be so weak? If only… if only Goku had still lived! If only his time had a miracle antidote from the future! Why did Piccolo have to go die? Why couldn’t he have had enough wisdom to stay away, to save his life for others! They would have had the dragon balls, would have had a chance! Then Gohan would have really been here again, instead of in the afterlife where he could do nothing but watch… watch as he failed over and over and over again.

“Agh!” He screamed in frustration, and his energy surged. He felt the transformation as his hair spiked, and his eyes took on a green tinge

Away. He needed to get away. Anywhere. Anywhere but here. Anywhere but a place that was ravaged by destruction and chaos… Anywhere but sorrow.

And he landed in a forest, where life seemed to go on as normal, where those creatures of lesser intelligence continued on obliviously.

Then Trunks laughed, it was dark, it was sardonic. The ant was fearful of those things bigger than it, and the chain continued. Humans were once at the top… but then came the androids. There was always something bigger, something badder out there, and humans had only just realized it. It shook them out of their comfortable life and it reverted them back to nature, fearing their predator.

Where would mankind be without the Saiyajins? Dead?

No… Goku was the start of this all. Without Goku, Dr. Gero would not have created the androids to defeat him, there would be no Raditz, no Vegeta, no Frieza… perhaps the world would have been run by the Red Ribbon Army…

But this was not the time for what-ifs. This was not the life with second chances, or even thirds. Trunks had one life, and he had to use it well. He could not die… even if it meant that he couldn’t meet Gohan until much later. Earth needed him… and even though he needed Gohan, he would have to do without. He had to deal with two enemies far stronger than he was. If only Gohan was here now… perhaps they could deal with the androids together.

“Damnit Gohan!” Trunks sobbed, his energy levels reverting to normal as he fell to the grass. “Why? Why did you have to die…?”