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Turning Back Time	By : saiyanb Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Turning Back Time
Thanks to
everyone that�s reviews so far.
Vegetawriter:
No worries, this fic is in fact already completed.� I�m just using supply and demand to release
the chapters.�
Just another
reader: Guess I wasn�t �too� secretive with the over all plot� the title �does�
kind of give it away� I do try and keep things as close as I can to the original
story, thanks for noticing.
Dragon: Hope
this is soon enough for you and that you continue to enjoy the story.
Yaoiandcoffeeaddict:
(like the name) Yes, we all want to read and see if Yamacha �succeeds�.� Run little saiyan the �big� bad wolf is after
you (lecherous look).
Roguereader:
Hope you continue to enjoy the story.� It
is a less done pairing, which is good from time-to-time to keep things
different.� I�m an all Vegeta fan myself
so, so long as he�s present I�m generally happy.
Pallyndrome:
Yes, I live!� Admit-ably I�m not as
active as I once was, but if you check out my page (Just hit the homepage link
on fanfiction dot net�s personal page for B) and you�ll see I�ve posted 5 times
already this month.� I�m already working
on another fic and I�m always posting new doujinshi scans so check it out if
you like.
Also if
anyone�s interested B has a rather spicy title pic for this story on her
page.� You can find it next to the
actually story in B�s fanfic page.
Ja ne
Enjoy b-chan
Chapter 2:
Battle Cry
I wait until the sun sets, darkness shall be my cover.� I�m in my room going through my pack making
sure I haven�t forgotten anything.� Last
thing I need is to snag the last ball only to realize I�ve forgotten the other
six back home.� Let�s see... I open my
capsule case and mentally go over the supplies I have.� A year�s supply of food, check.� My wardrobe, check.� A small capsule with some personal items;
these might get me in trouble where I�m going, but I don�t think there�s any
need for me to hide the truth once all�s said and done.� Some vehicles: camper, car, truck, speed
boat, space cruiser (did I mention Bulma left me a pretty penny when she
passed?).
My hand hovers over the last capsule the most important,
without it I don�t stand a snowball's chance in hell.� I lift it out of the case and look at it,
it�s not the first time this capsulated vehicle has changed the world�s
fate.� Once again, all thanks to sweet
Bulma.� I was quite shocked when I
stumbled across it thinking the boy had taken it back home with him, but then
they did find that extra one so this must be it.� I stare at the one simple word written on the
capsule wondering if its previous owner felt this way about it too.� Perhaps it cheapens his efforts to compare
our situations, but I do feel this holds all my hope inside it.
Placing the capsule back, I close the case and stuff it into
my bag which holds the dragon radar, my six dragon balls, and my old orange
gi.� I pet the fabric briefly.� I�m such a sentimental fool, haven�t worn it
in years... not since android 20, or was it 19, blew a hole in my gut; pretty
much had to replace the enter top.� Still
with what I�m planning, I�m going to need some clothes I can fight freely in.
Getting up off my bed I sling the pack over my shoulder, it�s
now or never.�� I glance around the room
I�ve lived in for the last 15 years.�
Nothing here to hold me back, it�s time I got going.� I don�t need the dragon radar to find the
last ball; I knew where it was before I even concocted this plan.� Taking it however without �him� knowing has
always been the issue and reason I�m doing this tonight.� Everyone will be together partying and
eating, he won�t notice it�s gone, at least not right away.
I exit my bedroom and head down a couple hallways till I
reach their room.� I�m glad they didn�t
move into Bulma�s room, Bra insisted it be left untouched and I�m glad she
did.� That�s where I found my hope, while
sentimentally crying over my pathetic life.�
Bulma are you watching me, like some kind of guardian angel?� Is this your wish as well as mine?� I�ll never know. If all goes well I�ll never
even see �you� again, not even when I die; the thought saddens me.�
I pause at the door and take a deep breath, glancing about to
make sure no one is around to see my trespassing; it�s unlikely.� Goku and Vegeta can be quite vocal in their
lovemaking and all the other bedrooms are on the other side of the building;
all but mine.� I like to listen sometimes,
listen and imagine it�s me making him moan and cry out like that.
Gathering my resolve I reach for the doorknob and turn it
slightly, letting myself in.� I can see
both of them in the d�cor of the room.�
Vegeta�s an immaculate person, while Goku is a slob.� The bed is made, blankets and sheets pulled
firmly over the mattress, pillows placed precisely (that would be Vegeta�s
doing, no doubt).� One side of the room
is sparse, with a bookshelf full of thick volumes, a comfortable recliner chair
with separate foot rest and a night stand with a clean water glass and alarm
clock.� In comparison the other side is
untidy.� A pile of dirty clothes by the
bed side, Goku�s Nyibou staff propped up in the corner, a dresser stacked with
old trinkets the doors not even closed all the way. Pictures in mismatched
frames, some of landscapes, others portraits, while more photos line the open
wall space.�
I walk over to �his� side and stop in front of one
photo.� It�s of us all, before we learned
Goku was an alien.� This must be after
the fight with Piccolo back at the ultimate martial arts tournament.� The green man is, of course, absent. He was
still our enemy back then, but the picture has everyone else: Goku with a young
happy Chichi hugging his arm, Krillin all grin and no nose, Tien standing next
to a brunette Lunch, Chaozu floating next to their shoulders, Master Roshi up
front holding up the peace sign, Oolong next to him, Me with Bulma pressed to
my side, and Puar hovering by my other.�
That was a simpler time, it might not have seemed like it then, but we
were all weak compared to the power we gained preparing for the saiyans�
arrival.� After that it was just one
disaster after another. It wasn�t till we were all old and gray, minus those of
saiyan stock, that we gained peace.�
Well, things are going to be different.�
Moving away from the old photo I step over to the messy
dresser and glance at the stuff on top.�
Perched on a small satin pillow is the four star ball; the one Goku
always keeps with him as a keepsake of his late grandpa.� Nervously I glance around once more to make
sure I�m alone then I pick the ball up.�
Such joy fills me, being this close to my goal, shakily I rise two
fingers to my forehead and �IT� away.
Does that surprise you, that I know my rival's instant
movement technique?� Well I may be an old
dog, but I�ve learned a new trick or two.�
Took me longer then I would have liked to learn, but given that no one
was teaching me and I only had Goku�s flitting about to go off of, I think I
did pretty good.� The technique will
certainly help in my plans, I just have to remember how everyone�s ki
felt.� Wish the technique worked without
the need to lock on to someone�s ki before moving, would have made finding the
balls easier, but beggars can�t be choosers.
I reappear at Kami�s Lookout a surprised Dende in front of
me.
�Yamacha? �What are you
doing here?� he asked taking a step back to take me in.
I smile at the young namek.�
�Sorry Dende, I came to use the room of time and space and the looks
out�s platform if you�ll let me.�
He looks at me skeptically, �I don�t know.�� It must seem like a strange request.� After all, we�re at peace, no big bad guy to
train to defeat, and I�m an old man; he�s probably worried I�ll croak in there
and make quite the stink of the room.��
� �� Please
Dende, I promise nothing bad will happen.�
�� That seems to confuse him more and I
don�t blame him.� �Very well, the room is
yours to use Yamacha, but why do you need it?�
�� You�ll see,� I slinging my pack off
my shoulder to the tiled floor.� Dende
gasps as I spill the dragon balls on the ground.
�� Yamacha!� he�s worried now.� �What�s going on, what do you need the balls
for?�
�� I smile softly at him.� �It�s selfish I know, but I need this
Dende.� Please don�t interfere I
collected them by myself the way it was meant to be done.� I have a wish I want granted, only one, and
then the balls can go back to hibernation till needed.�
�� But, Yamacha, what is it you want
to wish for?�
�� I place a hand on his shoulder, �You
trust me right?�
�� Yes,� said Dende and I can see that
he does.
�� Good, then you can trust that what
I�m about to do won�t effect this world or anyone in.� You needn�t worry, just trust me, please.�
He nods, looking down at the balls.� �Are you going to make your wish now?�
�Yah, won�t take long then I�ll be off to the room.�
�Very well,� said Dende waiting to see what I�m up to.
Turning from the young namek I look down at the shining
spheres and raise my hands over them.�
�Arise Shenlong and grant my wish.�
The once peaceful night is suddenly swarmed with storm
clouds.� They gather around the Lookout,
lighting flashes and thunder booms.� With
a roar that deafens even the thunder, the dragon rears to life, his massive
body shining like the sun a moment before winking out to reveal scales green
like a tropical forest and a mane of crimson trailing from head to tip of
tail.� He�s massive; it seems every time
we summon him he gets bigger and bigger.�
His impressive form loops around the Lookout, his front claws held before
his chest, talons gleaming.�� His front
seems to stay stationary, but the rest of his sinuous body keeps moving around
us.� If I wasn�t so familiar with this
great beast I�d probably have a heart attack at the sight of him.
�Who has summoned me?� boomed the dragon�s deep voice.� �Step forth and speak thy wish.�
I clench my fists before me and raise my head high.� �I have called you great dragon!� I wish to become a saiyan warrior in mind and
body!�
�Yamacha!� protested Dende stepping forward.
�Very well,� intoned the dragon.� Reaching down with one massive scaly hand the
dragon curls his claws around the mere human before him.� Light flashes from within his grasp and Dende
stumbles back shielding his eyes.� �Your
wish has been granted,� said the great Beast withdrawing his limb.�
�Ya-yamacha�� gasped Dende, looking at the creature before
him.� Yamacha uncurled from his hunched
over position and stretched up on his toes, hands lifting high into the
air.� He paused looking at his hands,
healthy and strong, he could feel such power in them.� Power he never held in his life and laughing
he wanted so badly to gather that power and blast it into the night sky, but
that would alert �him� and that would ruin everything.
�I feel great!� he proclaimed lowering from his stretched
position and planting himself firmly on the ground.� Reaching up he pull a lock of his now black
hair before his eyes.� �Ha, saiyans have
such longevity even at 97 years old I�m young and fit again!�� He glanced behind him, eyes alight with
pleasure at the length of dark brown tail that waved at him.� Concentrating he willed the limb to circle
around his waist and lay itself across his hand.� Sliding his finger through the soft coat of
hairs, he shivered violently at the sensations that spiked up his spine.� �Oh� that has definite promise,� he purred.
�What is your second wish,� boomed the dragon impatiently.
Too impressed with his sudden youth and new appendage Yamacha
dismissed the great beast with a wave of his hand.� �That�s all I wanted Shenlong.� Thank you.�
�Then fair thee well, saiyan,� growled the dragon.� With another flash of light the dragon was
gone, in his place seven balls appeared.�
They turned gray before the namek�s eyes and flew off to the far corners
of the earth.
�Yamacha, what-?!� shouted Dende at a loss.� �What possible advantage could come from
changing yourself like this?� There is
nothing wrong being a human and living your life to a ripe old age.�
Yamacha commanded his tail to wrap around his waist he
watched it a moment longer to be sure it was going to stay put before looking
up at the guardian of earth.
�Of course you�re right, Dende,� said Yamacha shrugging his
shoulders.
�Then� why,� asked Dende baffled.
�If I�d lived my life the way I wanted, if I�d had the
courage to tell him, I wouldn't have done this.�
I don�t expect you to understand Dende, but my life is nothing but one
big wasted opportunity after another.�
With his new body, I can go back, restart.� I can rebuild my life the way I want it to
be.�
�You�re talking about Vegeta aren�t you,� said Dende sadly.
To say I�m shocked is an understatement.� Was it that obvious?� �How?�
�How do I know? I�m earth�s guardian Yamacha.� I�ve sat up here and watched millions of
humans fall in love, just because I�m a namek doesn�t mean I don�t recognize
love when I see it.�
�Huh,� snorted Yamacha crossing his arms in front of his
chest.� �So you�re on to me, big deal.�
�Yamacha� is that why you want to use the room.� You�re planning to train- to train and� He
won�t come to you Yamacha.� Not even if
you get strong enough to defeat Goku-san.�
They�re a mated pair!�
�I know saiyans mate for life Dende,� said Yamacha.�
�Then what are you planning?�
Goku�s not interested in you, he�ll never bring you into their
bond.��
The truth hurts.� I�d
entertained the idea once when I first came up with the idea of making myself a
saiyan.� Saiyans bond for life, but they
can have multiple mates so long as all current members of the bond are for
it.� Dominant saiyans that went off world
and left a mate on planet often choose another partner to add to their
bond.� This second �wife� if you will was
a safe guard to protect the first in case the dominant male was killed.��
�Ha, like I�d ever mate with �him� to get Vegeta.� Please Dende give me some credit.�
�Then what-?� said the namek shaking his head.� �What is your goal?�
�I told you, I�m going to start again Dende� I�m sorry, but
in 24 hours I�ll be leaving this world� never to come back.�
The namek�s eyes shine brightly I can see he wants so badly
to try and convince me to stay, but we both know my mind is already made up.
�Nothing I say or do will change your mind�� I shake my
head.� �Very well, follow me.� I�ll take you to the room of spirit and
time.� I hope your new life is what you
want Yamacha.�
�Thank you Dende.�
We don�t speak, there�s nothing more to say as he closes the
door behind me.� Before my eyes is an
endless white terrain.� A small structure
stands with the door and all the rice and I could ever eat and given that I�m a
saiyan now that�s a lot.� Still I�m glad
I�ve packed extra food, eating nothing but rice for a whole years sounds very
unappealing, and being alone under these extreme conditions is going to be hard
enough.

I clench my hands into fists, but I�m
resolute in my decision.� There�s no
going back now.

A year passed quickly I suppose, I spent it all
training.� I figure I�d need a break,
even packed a ton of movies and good books to entertain myself, but I never
de-capsuled my collection.� I have my
goal and to achieve it, I need the power of a super saiyan.
Came easier than I thought it would.� Seems being a super strong human mean I�m
also a super strong saiyan, only strong means something entirely different
among saiyans.� I suppose in terms of
saiyan classification I ranked elite when the dragon first changed me, about
Nappa�s level I think.� Hard to say
though, I shamefully died before I could even see what the big guy was capable
of doing.� Still, after years of being
too old to train my body which was a mess from my previous life as a fighter,
it was very encouraging to be able to move and practice again.� I pushed myself to new levels.� At first I figured I�d just become a super
saiyan then I could handle just about everything that needed to be done, but
the new saiyan blood in me pushed me to excel.�
Gone was my laid back nature, replaced with a raging beast that wanted
strength to conquer all and lay claim to the ultimate prize.
When I reached level two I briefly thought of going all the
way.� Of staying an extra day/year in the
room and seeing if I could achieve level four.�
With that I could kill �him� kill him and take this Vegeta for my own,
but Dende�s words held me back.� He was
right, Vegeta would never come to the killer of his mate, our love would be
tainted by that bastard even in death and a part of me wanted them to be happy
when I was gone.� I hate �him� yes, but
he did what I couldn�t, he made Vegeta happy again.� I�ve learned everything I need to make a
fresh start for myself, I can let this Goku have his own happiness.� I made peace within myself, I forgave him.
When I opened the door to the room of time and space and step
out I thought everything would look different somehow, but only a day has
passed in this world.� Only -I- am
different.� One thing though, is
different from when I last saw this place. �He� is here.
Dende stands to the side looking nervously between us and
Goku leans against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, an unfriendly
look on his face.
I snort good naturally and move to walk past him.�
�Yamacha,� he growls grabbing my shoulder as I step past.� �What are you planning?�
I can�t help it.� I may
have forgiven him in the face of obtaining my own happiness, but that doesn�t
mean years of hatred just go away.� The
feel of my fist connecting solidly with the side of his face is so satisfying.
He crashes through the looks out�s structure coming to rest
somewhere inside.
�Yamacha?� questioned Dende with obvious fear.
Goku roars as he pulls himself from the building, teeth bared
in a feral display.�
�Step aside, Dende,� I say, power building around me.� Leaping to super saiyan was child�s play,
I�ve been training and now�s the time to see the result.��
� �Yamacha!� I ignore
his protest and launch myself at the other saiyan our hands lock and we growl
in each other�s face.
�� A knee to the gut has me coughing up
blood, I retaliate with a head butt that causes him to bite into his lip.� Both bloodied we step back looking for breaks
in each other�s defense.
�� He raises two fingers to his
forehead and flashes away.� A grin
spreads on my lips as I wait for him to reappear to my side and do the same
reappearing at his backside.� I would
have liked to see the look on his face when I punched him in the spine, would
have loved to see the shock.� Yah, that�s
right I�ve learned your little �IT' technique.�
�� We flash around the Lookout, never
in one place long enough to deliver a blow.�
We dance as Dende�s head swivels trying to keep up.
�� Goku�s the first to break the
game.� He braces himself and takes my
blow to the shoulder, arm curled up and tensed to block.� It�s like hitting a brick wall, only brick is
soft compared to the stuff he�s made of.�
He uses my shock to rain down blows on my face and shoulders, I move my
hands up to protect myself, arms going numb with blow after blow.� I�m not going to last long at this rate.�
�� Screaming I break his pummel attack,
getting my hands in-between his raised fists I block and push them off, forcing
them down to his sides for a heartbeat.�
I use that moment to slap my open palms over his ears.� I watch as his eyes bug out from the force,
disoriented with the move.� I follow up
with my own pummel to the body, kidney and rib blows that he�s sure to feel
later.� If he takes enough damage he�ll
slow down and then I�ll have him.
�� Gasping he leaps back out of my
reach.� Damn, I chase after.� Can�t let him catch his breath, can�t let him
recover so quickly.� I run right into his
fist face first when he coils and launches himself back at me.� My nose breaks in a shower of blood.� I start to lose my balance, I�m going to fall
flat on my back!�
�� He ITs away and reappears above me
fist cocked.� I manage to raise my arms
to block, but his blow to my guard causes me to slam into the tiles so hard I
bounce back up.� The air is blasted from
my lungs with the move and he ruthlessly exploits it.�
�� The ground under me cracks with his
assault.� I feel unconsciousness
threatening to take me.� An imagine of
Vegeta flashes before my minds eyes.�
Sitting in Mrs. Briefs� garden, the sun shining down, his newborn cub
Vegetto crawling in grass by his feet, he looks at me the slightest of smiles
gracing his lips.
�� Roaring I ascend to level two, one
mighty blow to his chest has him flying off me and into the horizon.� Standing, I don�t feel any pain.� Raising two fingers to my head I flash away
to his new location.� He hasn�t regained
control yet, he�s still sailing through the air.� My knee serves as a decent way of stopping
his flight, his bloody teeth flash as he gasps in pain.
�� It�s my turn to pummel him now.� I beat him around the sky, hitting him like a
pin ball in a machine.� His body bends
around my fist and feet, his bones crack under the assault.
�� A blow to the back of the head, an
elbow to the ribs, a knee to the gut-� He
catches hold of my leg stopping his crazed flight.� Growling he looks up at me from his position
bent over my knee.� It�s my turn to go
flying as he blasts up to level two.��
�� A strong hand grabs hold of my calf
and I can only cry out as he starts spinning like a top. I�m so disoriented
when he lets go, my vision flashes between sky and earth.� His double handed blow to my back has me
screaming with no air to scream with.� I
crash into the Lookout with nothing to slow my flight and I lay momentarily dazed
in a crater of concrete.�
�� He lands behind me as I groan and
try to find the strength to push myself back up.� �What were you thinking Yamacha� I tolerated
you looking at him.� Allow you to play
with my child as if it were your own.�
Why complicate things?�
�� I manage to get to my hands and
knees, finding the position unbearably humiliating.� You tolerate?!� Allow?!�
Am I your dog you throw scraps to?�
Am I so pathetic you give me this small bit of �charity�?!
�� No!
�� I pull myself up so I�m standing on
my knees, face lifted towards the heavens.�
Power spikes around me!
�� I�m no domesticated dog!� No one�s pet!�
I�m a wolf and it�s time you learned that!
�� I don�t even know how I managed it,
one moment I was on my knees screaming my raw pain to an uncaring world, the
next I had my hands wrapped around his throat, his eyes held such shock in
them.
�� His knees come up to beat at my
stomach, but I feel nothing.� His hands
grip my wrists, turning white, trying to break my hold on his air flow.� It�s like holding a bird in my grasp, he
seems so delicate.� One good twist of my
hands and his scrawny neck would snap.
�� He�s starting to suffocate, I watch
in fascination as his face turns shades of red, then blue.
�� Yamacha!� screams Dende.� �You promised!� You promised no harm would come to this
world!�
�� Like a knife his worlds slash into
me and I think of my plan I think of a world where Vegeta�s not attached to
�him� a world where we can be together without �him� coming between us.� My grip loosens.
�� He explodes in my hands and I tumble
over the tiles till I crash into the Lookout�s ruined building.� Looking up I see the pinnacle of our, yes
�our�, race standing before me reddish coat of fur covering his sides and arms,
bare chest gleaming with a sheen of sweat.�
The red underlining his bright yellow eyes is strangely haunting; I
don�t think I�ll ever forget him looking so enraged and feral.
�� Lifting his hands, power begins to
gather in his palm.� He�s going to finish
me.� Laughing I lift my hands in
surrender; only now do you see me as a threat.
��
He hesitates.� �What game are you
playing at Yamacha,� he growls.� �I�ll
never let you have him!� he hisses.�
�Vegeta is my mate, do you hear!?�
�� Yah,� I say slumping back against
the ruined wall.� �I�ve always known
that, Goku.�� I feel so tired suddenly.
�� He blinks confused eyes at me and
lowers his hands, the energy he gathered flashes out.� He stalks over, looking down at me.� Then he leans over and grasps me by my upper
arm, lifting me to my feet.
�� Well if you know this, then� then
why?� his eyes are hurt as they search mine.�
I suppose I�ve been unfair to him.�
Goku�s always been so forgiving, he always given people a second chance;
he�s so much better than the rest of us.�
Me, I won�t give him a second chance.�
To get what I want I�d kill without hesitation, I will kill.� But, not here, not today.
�� Idiot,� I laugh, moving to stand
under my own power.� I still feel so
weak!� �I�m not after what�s yours.�
�� He stares at me then laughs himself,
I join him. Our laughter echoes off the ruined lookout.
�� Stopping, slightly breathless, he
turns to Dende. ��Dende, do us a favor
and go down to Korrin for some senzu beans please.�
�� He hesitates, eyes glancing between
us.
�� Don�t worry, the fighting is over.�
�� All right then, if you say so
Goku-san.�
�� Once he leaves Goku turns back to me
and looks me up and down.� �I�ve got to
say Yamacha I always thought you looked best with long hair, but isn�t that
over kill?�
�� I blink confused eyes at him, hand
going up to feel my hair only to realize it�s down to my shins.
�� Fuck,� I say looking over my
shoulder.� �News to me, I�d only reached
level two in the room.�
�� Conflict will do that to us.�
�� The fact that he said �us�, that
he�s including me as a member of his race, is strangely touching.
�� Descending from his super saiyan
four state he sighs.� �That form you hold
takes a lot of power to maintain, more than even level four.� If you don�t want to pass out I recommend
powering down.�
�� Ah, right,� I say allowing myself
to do just that.� Exhaustion hits me like
a ton of brick and I would have fallen right on my ass if Goku hasn�t stepped
forward and caught me.� Silently he moves
us to go sit on some rubble.
�� So,� he says after a moment of
silence.� �If you�re not after Vegeta�
then what are you after?�
�� I am after Vegeta,� I say honestly.
�� His face darkens and I�m quick to
reassure him.� �I�m after Vegeta, but not
�your� Vegeta.�
�� His face clouds over with
confusion.� �I�m not following you.�
�� Getting up stiffly I search around
the Lookout till I come across my thankfully intact pack.� Rummaging inside I pull out my capsule case,
open it and pull out one.� Goku�s
standing behind me watching when I click the top and toss the capsule to a
clear section of tile.
�� With a boom the small pill explodes
into an egg shaped vehicle, spider like legs suspend it in the air, a clear
glass doom incases it�s passenger seat, the word �hope� written across its side
in paint.
�� Yamacha� you�re not going to�?�
�� Yah, I am.� I says wondering if
he�ll kill me know.� �I�m leaving this
world, going back to the time when Vegeta first came to earth.� I�m going to claim him, before you can have a
chance to meet.�
�� I turn to look at him, his fists are
clenched and shaking at his sides, his face is tilted down so that I can�t see
his expression.�
�� When he lifts his head I expect to
see rage on his features, but instead I see understanding.� His hand lifts and lands on my shoulder.� �I want to wish you good luck, but I don�t
think I can.�
�� I lift my own hand to place on his
shoulder.� �It�s ok buddy.� Not many can wish another happiness at the
cost of their own, even if it is another world.�
Not even you have that big of a heart.�
You�re not going to� stop me are you?�
�� He shakes his head and I feel
invisible tension leave.� �I�ve always
felt bad about what happened between me and Chichi.� I might not have loved her the way I do
Vegeta, but I did �love� her Yamacha.� It
brings me a small amount of peace thinking that in another world we might still
be together� but what of Freeza, Cell, and Buu?!� What are you going to do about them?�
�� I laugh.� �Way ahead of you there, pal.� Don�t worry I�ve got it all planned out.� I
say tapping my forehead.� �I�ve been
concocting this for years.�
�� Yah,� he says glancing at the time
machine.� �Bet you have.�
�� Dende arrives back and hands us each
a bean.� The feeling of being in pain and
then suddenly not is something I�ll never get used to.� �Dende,� I say turning to him.� �I don�t suppose I can have a couple of
those, you know for the road.�
�� He hesitates looking at Goku for
permission.� Goku doesn�t say anything, just
nods and the little green man hands me two extra beans which I place inside my
capsule case for safe keeping.
�� Thanks, I�ll be going now,� I tell
them moving towards the time machine.
�� Yamacha,� call Goku causing me to
glance back at him.
�� If you hurt him� it doesn�t matter
where you are, you know I�ll make you pay for it.�
�� Yah, Goku,� I say smiling at
him.� �I know you will, love taps don�t
count though.�
�� With Vegeta, expect them,� he said
with a smile.
�� Without another word I climb into
the machine and set the date.�

�� Good bye
everyone, I�ll see you soon.
Tbc
Special thanks to Anatra for beting.
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