I'd Change History for You

Disclaimer: I own nothing. You know my name isn’t Akira Toriyama, thought I wouldn’t mind if it were…

Authors Note: NEFARIOUSSAIYAJIN AKA Necromancer – I changed my name if anyone wants to know. Anyway, enjoy Chapter Two.

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“Oh my god…” I utter. I always thought that the Gohan in my time was beautiful, but this guy was stunning! I can’t believe it!

Gohan looks a lot like him and now I can see where he got his features from. His father’s hair is spiky and poking out every which way and he’s almost as tall as Gohan standing up. Gohan in my time really did look like him but there was a difference. Gohan’s hair was shorter and his face was rounder. He looked a bit like his mother. He had gentle features, a strong jaw, and a young face. Goku possesses the same traits but his face is not as round and he has a bigger frame. What a strange difference. Yet so similar in appearance.

He takes one step out of the ship and looks genuinely surprised to see all of us standing here. He scratches his head just like I’d seen Gohan do sometime and cocks it to the side.

“Huh, what are you all doing here? How did you know I was coming?”

Tienshinhan points to me. “He told us. He knew you would be here at this exact time at this exact location. You know him, Goku?” Goku nods his head and finally sets his eyes on me. They widen fractionally as he stares for a minute before answering, “No, I’ve never seen this kid in my life.” The others gasp. I didn’t tell them that Son Goku doesn’t know me. But I don’t know him either.

“Well”, Bulma says “He knew and you’re here, so that’s great. Man, did you get cuter!” She squeals. I glare over at her for some reason and frown. As right as she is, I didn’t want her saying so. My father was supposed to be Vegeta not him!

He comes out of the crater that the ship made and stands in front or me. “I sensed Frieza’s Ki not to long ago. I guess he was destroyed. So who did it? Was it Piccolo, or you Vegeta?” Piccolo jabs a finger in my direction. “No, that kid there did it. We sat back and watched him blow Frieza and his father away like it was nothing!” I look on. “He said he was waiting for you to get here, we waited for three hours for you.” Bulma pipes.

“Why are you here?” He asks me in a serious tone.

He thinks I’m a threat. I’m not.

“I came here to see you. I have to talk to you.” He looks me up and down once and stares back into my eyes.

“Alone.”

“I don’t think so, whatever you have to say you can say to all of us.” Piccolo spits. I blush and close my eyes. “I really can’t. I need to talk to Goku, he’s the only one I can trust with what I have to say.”

“He’s a mystery man!” Yamacha teases. I try very hard not to tell him to shut up. They don’t like me as it is.

Goku nods and I walk forward, pointing to a cliff nearby. “There. We can talk there. Please.” I take off for the cliff and hear Gohan cry, “Where are you going?” Goku follows me without question and we land on the cliff.

I give him my best smile, which I haven’t had much occasion to practice. He doesn’t smile back. “Who are you and how did you know I would be here today. And….how did you kill Frieza?” I put my hand up to stop the questions. “Before I tell you who I am and the like I need you to know something.” He shakes his head. “No, first tell me how you knew. If you don’t then I won’t speak to you.” He’s also distrusting. I guess my mother was wrong.

“Alright I’ll tell you. I’m from the future and traveled back here to tell you something important. My name is Trunks, and I’m seventeen years old. I didn’t tell the others that. The information is irrelevant to them.”

“How did you kill Frieza. His Ki was even bigger than it was last time I fought him. How did a kid like you manage to kill him?” It was tempting to tell him I wasn’t a kid but I didn’t have time for it.

“I turned into a Super Saiyan”

He’s shocked, as I knew he would be. “You? A Super Saiyan?! That’s wild!”

“Yes, whatever, I had to clean up the mess you left behind, Goku.” His mouth curls into a small smile and I don’t get it. It’s not funny. “Not necessarily. Although Frieza’s ship was way faster than my own and he had two hours on me, I could have stopped him. But you came.”

What? What does this mean?

“How were you going to do that when your ship was so much slower? Frieza passed you in space!” I watch him with wide eyes as he reveals his secret. “Thanks to a new technique I learned, I could have been there in seconds. You see, I know the skill of Instantaneous movement, and if I wanted I could have taken him out myself.”

I am astonished. And a little angry. How could I let this happen? If I hadn’t been so hasty, I could have waited and met with him alone. I had not initially wanted to see the others.

“How come you didn’t come?! I could have waited. Why did you let me kill him?”

Goku shrugs. “Well, it looked like you had everything under control so I--

“No! You could have came, then I would have avoided changing things if I didn’t have to!” “What are you talking about? How was I supposed to know? He’s dead so doesn’t that fix things. Why does it matter?”

I can’t believe he has this ability, if I had waited a few minutes or stalled more…

“You don’t know what you may have done. I don’t know either. I’ll answer some of your questions but I want to know…can you turn into a Super Saiyan at will?”

“I can.”

“Do it for me.” He doesn’t move.

“Please, Goku.”

“Alright. This was hard for me at first but….” He powers up and his Ki almost blows me away, but I don’t show it. Golden aura blasts out around him and he waits for my reaction. Definitely different from Gohan. He looks at me plainly. “What was the purpose of this?” I smirk. “Now, I’ll do it too.” With that I let out a burst of energy and turn Super Saiyan. His teal eyes show obvious surprise.

“We do look alike. I’ve never seen another Super Saiyan before. Everything is the same. I thought that since your hair was a different color you’d look different. I guess not.” I’m also looking at him in amazement. I pull out my sword and hold it above my head. “Let’s see what you can do Goku.” I rush him with my Super Saiyan speed, prepared to strike, but stop short when I see that he makes no move to stop me.

“What? Why aren’t you defending yourself?” “You won’t do it. You weren’t going to, you just wanted to see what I would do. If you really want to test me, I suggest you put those feelings aside.” I could have cut him to pieces if he was someone else.

“Oh. Alright then. This time, I’m going to follow through, so don’t make light of me again.”

He nods and holds his index finger up. It builds Ki until it has its own aura and I try not to look impressed.

I attack him again and I don’t hold back hoping that what Gohan and my mother said about him was correct. He effortlessly blocks my razor sharp sword with his finger. I’m trying as hard as I can to land a hit, but this guy is good. I stop and float backward to my previous spot.

Dropping out of Super Saiyan, my sword falls back into its sheath, making me look cool. “Man, you’re awesome Goku, you’re better than I could have dreamed.” “Thanks. Now what did you come here to talk to me about?” “I can trust you better than anyone else so you have to swear you won’t tell anyone one what I’m about to tell you.” “No problem.” He seems like a trusting guy. I don’t think he would reveal my secret. I’m putting every ounce of my faith in my mentor’s father and I hope that three years is enough to count.

“I’m from the future and I’ve come here to tell you that three years from now the most dreadful duo you can fathom will be arriving in a city 9 miles west of South City. Goku, these things are ridiculously powerful. I don’t know how else to say it. They rival my power greatly and that’s saying something because I’m the only one left and----

“Hold on Trunks slow down, who are you talking about? What are they? Are they from another planet or are they monsters or something?”

“Oh they’re monsters alright, but not aliens, they come from Earth. They aren’t human, they’re androids and they have unreal power! I came here to tell you that before it happened and hope that you can make a difference. You’re my only hope Goku, I don’t know what else to do. My father wasn’t even enough and he always trained so hard…” I know I’m talking fast and not making very much sense, but Goku takes a step forward. “Hey, what happened to the other guys and Gohan?” I put my head down ready to drop some more bad news. “The others are dead and Gohan barely made it before they caught up to him four years ago my time. He’s dead and so is Piccolo and that means that there’s no way to revive any of them at all. My time will be permanently damaged by those monsters”

“And me? What about me? Do I die too?”

This is harder than I thought.

“No, at least not by their hands. You die from an incurable heart disease that can take out even a Super Saiyan, you don’t stand a chance.” His face falls and he looks disappointed. Why? I almost wish I died with the rest of my family and friends sometimes. I didn’t want to live to fight those things, but I don’t have a choice and if this doesn’t change something then I don’t know what will. He’s pouting. “What? I don’t get to fight them? That sucks, I _would_ die from some disease, because I sure as hell wouldn’t let them kill me!” He still wants to fight? Mom said he always fought to the end even when it seemed like there was no hope. He didn’t live in the world I lived in. I’m so glad I could finally meet him.

“Why did you come here to speak to me then? If I die, what significance does telling me anything have to your situation?” “Because,” I reach into my coat pocket and produce a small vial. “I have this.” I hand it over and he takes it. Our hands brush and I shiver, snatching mine back, fast. He doesn’t realize.

“What’s this?” “

“It’s the antidote to the heart disease you are going to get in three years. There is no cure in this time but my mother created one in mine. Take it when the symptoms appear. I’m giving this to you because I think you may be able to change history. I hope I’m right.”

I turn and begin to walk off without the slightest of goodbyes when he says, “Hey, you went Super Saiyan, I thought Vegeta and I were the only full blooded Saiyans left.” I turn around to see him and tell him. I had not originally intended to say, but he asked and it doesn’t really have to be a mystery. I feel like I can tell him anything.

“You are. But my father is the one that gave me my Saiyan blood. My father is Vegeta. He’s damn stubborn but he doesn’t know and I would appreciate it if you didn’t tell him.” Goku backs up in astonishment. “Vegeta’s is you father?! Wow, that’s weird. I never pictured him being a daddy. Well, I suppose it would have to be him. But what’s up with all that strange coloring? Vegeta’s hair is black and yours is lavender.”

I blink. Mom said Goku wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box, but he actually got the color of my hair right. My own father called me a purple haired freak. That still stung a little.Goku’s not that stupid. But I didn’t think he was, despite what my mother said.

Gohan never agreed with that either and I often had to defend my mother when she said something condescending about his dad. She didn’t know how he felt about it, but if she did, she would stop. Aside from being the strongest person I’ve ever met besides those androids, Goku was lethally beautiful. If I wasn’t here on serious business, I probably would have told him so. He’s not stupid but he is naïve. I would have taken advantage of that.

Gohan never had the time to be naïve. I’m sure he would have been just like his father but the androids ripped away his innocence the moment they came to terrorize the Earth and killed all of its special forces. Gohan was kind of mean at times but there was no space for niceties. He and his father had the innocent face of a child but the countenance of men.

Very attractive men.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts and realize that he’s giving me a worried look. I’ve been staring.

Damnit.

“Are you okay, Trunks? I asked you why your hair wasn’t black. Vegeta commented on it and I guess I’m curious about that too.”

“Uh, well my mother has blue hair and so I guess the mixture turned out to be this.” I don’t have to say her name because now his face practically turns to stone as he slowly turns around to look at her. “Bulma? With Vegeta? Wow there’s no end to the news huh?”

“I came to tell you what I was going to tell you and so now I’m going to go. My mother is worried about me and I should get back. Goodbye Goku, I will see you in three years. Maybe I can assist in the battle with the androids.” “Wait.” I spin around and jump at his hand on my shoulder. “Good luck.” I smile at him one last time before I take to the air.

I don’t get very far before Gohan and the others are flying over to him. I pull out my time machine and get in. I hover several hundred feet above the ground for a few minutes before Gohan spots me. I look down at them. Gohan… I’ll always have a place in my heart for you. I hope you grow up to have the childhood you deserve and not the jaded variation you were given in my time. Mother, live well and don’t ever let things get to you. Take care of my father, you know how he is. Father, you’re crude and rough as hell around the edges, but I love you and I’m glad I finally got the chance to see you. I hope I don’t have to grow up without you again. I wave at my parents and Gohan before I disappear into the spirals of time to make my two minute journey back to hell.

Seeing the bright loveliness of the world of the past and then seeing this has such a stark contrast, I cringe when my dark home comes into view. It’s a pile of rubble but my mother and I live underneath it in a basement. We have a home on the surface among a destroyed city that we hope the androids won’t come back to. So far we’ve been lucky.

I run into the basement warehouse and see her sitting at her desk as usual.

“Trunks! You’ve returned, how was it?”

I almost don’t want to say. She’s my mother.

“Well you hit on me and Vegeta threatened my life.” She laughs at this, not fazed in the least. “Well you are cute, for my son. And your father always was an ass.” I blush for the third time today and sit down. “But enough about that, how was Goku? Was he alright? Did he ask about me?”

I look up nervously. Goku?

Goku was….beautiful. Strong and more than I expected him to be.

“He was nice” I say and hope she doesn’t ask any more questions. Just my luck, she does. “What did he say about me? Did you tell him about me and Vegeta? Oh, Trunks tell me something. You know I don’t get gossip around here!”

“Goku was surprised and you knew he would be. He sends his love and his thanks for the antidote.”

“Is he still handsome?”

I fall out of my chair her question throwing me completely off guard and she laughs thinking its funny. It’s not.

“H-how w-w-would I know?” I did know, but she didn’t have to know that I knew. She laughs and proves to me again that she’s the smartest woman on the planet.

“Oh come on Trunks you’d have to freaking blind not to notice looks like those! Your father is a looker himself but Goku, *whistle* he’s a dreamboat! I love your father and all but he was shit with the sentiments, now a guy like Goku has some romantic charisma.” My face is burning with her words and I get up to leave the room hastily.

“That didn’t embarrass you did it? I mean, you thought Gohan was attractive, so you must have had quite a shock to seeing where he got that face from. You’re my son, I know everything about you, remember that, Trunks.”

Shit! How did she know how I felt about Gohan? She is a very perceptive person and trying to feign it off now wouldn’t do any good. She didn’t seem to have a problem with it. The word ‘faggot’ hasn’t yet slipped out of her mouth.

“I don’t know what to say Mom.”

“Don’t say anything. You’re my son and you can love who you damn well please. I’ve known for so long, I’ve probably known longer than you. But Trunks…please don’t go falling in love with him. I know he and Gohan look alike, but Goku is tied down. He has a young son and a wife. You’ll only be hurt.” I wish she would have told me that sooner. It’s too late I’m already halfway there. “He would not love you the same.” My eyes remain downcast as I absorb her words. I know she’s right and Gohan and Goku, they weren’t all that different. Gohan is gone and I’ll never get him back. If I outwait for him to grow up, by that time he could be different. It was the kind of world I live in that got Gohan to even have feelings for me. We were both lonely and in a world where everything was so wrong it seemed so right. My feelings for him will not change but meeting his father today was giving me hope that I could somehow fulfill the bleeding hole left in my heart after I lost Gohan. I knew I’m wrong to just hand my feeling over but I can’t help it.

If I could get a glimpse, even have a chance with the person that raised Gohan, then I would be able to receive the love Gohan never could show me. He was afraid to love me, afraid that the androids would take one of us away. And he was right.

They killed him, ganging up on him in the rain. No mercy. I stayed with him in the freezing rain for two whole days before I swallowed a portion of the pain when it stopped pouring and put his body in a capsule.

The sun never came out since. It was ironic, how no matter how bad things got, he was always that ray of light in an otherwise dark existence. Then he died and there was no more sunlight. It didn’t rain, but it didn’t shine.

Going back to the past, everything shined, even Piccolo. I wanted to forget about my future and stay in their past. I wanted to live among the happy and leave behind the poor, desolate, hopeless souls of every tomorrow I had ever lived. But my mother…she was what kept me. She wouldn’t leave this place, as horrible as it was, she still had hope that one day something would change and we could rebuild. She says that life is never easy.

I didn’t know it was supposed to be this hard.

I respected her in her wishes but I had lost what little optimistic feeling I ever had about things getting better when Gohan died. I had never felt a worse pain in my life. Losing an arm for me wasn’t enough, he had to knock me out and leave me to snore on the ground while those beasts tore him apart. I know he tried to run. We always ran when the battle got to intense.

This time they didn’t let him escape, they took his life just like they had taken the lives of more than half of the people on the planet. I wanted to die with him. It took everything in my mother’s power to convince me there was a way. I would never get him back but there was a way to make sure that it wouldn’t happen again. I did it for her. I would have never traveled back on my own. Nothing else mattered if I couldn’t get Gohan back. She told me it would be selfish to our families and friends in the past throw their fate to the wayside for my feelings for one man. But he wasn’t just one man, he was many men. He was the brother I never had, the father I always wanted. He was the love of my life, the man I thought could do anything. Anything but die.

I don’t know how I manage to go on without him.

My mother is the only thing I live for but since my visit to the past, I now live for the fate of all the people I never got to know. Including Gohan.

“I never said… Goku would ever love me. And I never said that I love him. I didn’t say anything!” I snap. It’s the first time I’ve gotten forward with my mother but she isn’t offended. “I didn’t say that either. But I know you. Please don’t let your feelings get in the way. Goku is a nice person but you mustn’t take some of the things he says seriously. He’s very naïve and doesn’t know that some of the things he says have different effects on different people, Trunks, and he doesn’t know you at all. You don’t know him either. Outside of what I’ve told you, there’s more to him. It’s not your place to get to know him. Just change the fate of the past is all you’re supposed to do. Getting involved will not make things better when you come home.”

I know she’s right but I don’t like it. I didn’t even give the Gohan in the past too much attention, as he was only a child. But his father had definitely caught my eye. He was the face of hope, gorgeous and bright, something I haven’t seen in so long. It’s new and I want that brightness, that hope that I know I can’t find here. I want to be happy like those people but alas, it is not to be.

“Mom, I know what you’re saying makes sense but it’s….its…all I have. I just want to be able to love someone I know is capable of feeling.”

Just let me have this. Even if Goku could never feel for me the way I feel for him, it was worth a try. Fighting the androids everyday, knowing full well that I will lose, is worth a try, so wasn’t this?

“Mom, I want to go back for a while, please. I just have to live in that light for a little while. It’s so perfect there, so beautiful, I want to get the chance to experience that for once in my life before the androids arrive.” She shakes her head calmly.

“Trunks, no. You can’t---

“Please, Mother, you can come with me we can live there in a small town, where no one would know us and---

“We don’t belong there, that could effectively change time forever. You could be making things worse. As it is, killing Frieza was a risk you took for nothing, who knows what that could have done? I know it sounds tempting, but you have to understand that as hard as it is to accept, we belong here.” She finished, pointing down.

I don’t want to belong here! I hate it and if I could get a chance at something better, then I would take it!

I lean down and kiss her temple.

“Mom, I’m going. I love you and all, and after I train with Goku and the others, I will come back to defeat the androids so that we may live in peace. Me being here, fighting those freaks with no help isn’t making things better. I have to go back and train with them.” I wasn’t great at lying to my mother, but this lie came out perfect. It was a most clever ruse to go and see Goku. It was the truth after all and it would be helpful in the long run.

“Smart child of mine, that’s a good one. But you’ve got me, this just might work. I can’t stop you from seeing him but I’m trying to warn you that you have to find a better reason to fall in love with him other than because he looks like Gohan. It’s selfish and it would be unfair if he found out that way. Don’t use him to get what Gohan could not give you. Goku is a beautiful person inside and out but he isn’t the type to just change the things he’s known all his life. But still, I send my love and wishes of luck with you. If he does happen to reciprocate your feelings then try hard not to let your feelings for Gohan get in the way. I’m not telling you to forget him, just don’t let the two collide. You won’t like what happens. Happy things can be just as dark when things go wrong it could take just a few wrong words and you could lose everything.”

“Thanks mom, I won’t do anything to endanger me and Goku’s friendship.” We didn’t really have a friendship but being the person Goku is, it shouldn’t be so hard to make one.

“I trust you, Trunks.”

I would leave in a few more days and return to the past. I was excited but scared at the same time. I wasn’t sure what to do once I got there, I wouldn’t be dealing with only him. I would be seeing his family, the family he would never leave for anything. Not that I wanted him to, I just wanted something I never had.

Seeing my parents as younger people had been a nice experience and I hope I can get to know my father more, if he’ll let me. I would probably not get too close to my mother, I had to make sure she didn’t have googly eyes for anyone but Vegeta. I was handsome, I knew this not only because my mother told me so everyday, but I wasn’t ugly. Thanks to my father and my young mother would have to fawn over him instead, because I had eyes for someone else.

I go into the back room lab that served as my sleeping quarters and plop face down on my bed. This day had not been tiring but it still left me breathless. I had seen what my world was like before it turned into the living hell it is now. Everything was so lush and warm, even Frieza and his diabolical menace of a father couldn’t take away from every breath of fresh are I took in. It was a change from the smells of burning fuel and flesh that permeated my nasal passages on a daily basis. I want more and I intend to get it. I deserve to be happy after living a life that keeps me running and crying. I never stopped running, even when I was sitting down thinking about what went so wrong that I had to be subjected to this. I couldn’t question Kami, he was dead as well, just as easily as the others.

My mother would either be fine or she wouldn’t. I care, but there is little I could do, the sooner I leave to train, the better. And in the meantime I could get my emotions in order and live the way I’ve wanted to live for 17 years for just a moment. This chance was not about to slip through my fingers, I would seize it and save my time one way or another. I couldn’t have done this without the hope Goku gave me. It was a feeling I had not felt in so long, I welcomed it and I would not let it be taken away again.

TBC….

That’s that! I finished Chapter Two. It’s longer, like I said it would be, and I hope you guys enjoyed it. This is my first Goku/Trunks