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Changing Times.	By : bloodyreign Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 1699 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Burama was resting comfortable when Gohan, Kuririn, Piccolo and Dende came to find us. The planet had been acting up for awhile now and I had assumed, correctly, that it was from the fight with Goku and Furiza. What I had not assumed was that Furiza was actually matching Goku. It was impossible to believe. How had he gotten that amount of power?

Gohan grabbed my arm and Kuririn went to get Burama. They were both panicked, in a hurry. “We have to go, now! The planet’s going to blow any minute now.”

Kuririn came out carrying a still-sleeping Burama. “Furiza tried to destroy the planet, but it didn’t work as he had planned, but the planet is going to blow any minute now. We have to get off the planet.”

I nodded. Since I’d been training Burama to fly earlier, my wings were already out. I jumped into the air and sped off, following Gohan, Kuririn and Dende. Gohan was way ahead of Kuririn and I was right behind him. He had no problem keeping ahead of me now, which let me know his power was much greater than it let on. I wondered by how much. “Hey, where’s Vejita?”

“He’s . . . Furiza killed him.”

“Furiza nearly killed me and Piccolo. If it hadn’t been for Dende, Piccolo would be dead. If it hadn’t been for Gohan, I would be dead,” Kuririn murmured. “Furiza’s power is greater than even Vejita thought it was. A lot greater.”

“I can tell you why once we get to the ship. I’ll look into the past and see what happened,” I offered.

“Can you do that?” the green man asked.

“I can do much more that.”

“We already told him about your ability to raise people’s powers. He wants to test it out.”

“Okay.” I nodded. “I can do that. Easy. We need a cup and knife.”

“I got them,” Kuririn yelled up. “I got them when I got Burama.”

I nodded again. “Okay, good.”

Gohan slowed just enough so that he could keep pace with me. “I want to say thank you for everything. Without you, we’d all likely be dead right now.”

I beamed at him. “Nah, y’all would’ve survived! I’m sure of it.”

He smiled. “I doubt it. With Furiza’s power level the way it is, we’d never have had a chance without you.”

“I wish I could do more than this. I wish I could help your father defeat Furiza, but I cannot. I’m . . . I’m sorry that I can’t help further than I have, but it’s your father’s destiny to defeat Furiza. I cannot intervene in that.”

He nodded. “No, don’t apologize. I understand.”

“It’s important that he does this. I can’t screw up fate.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Hey!” Kuririn suddenly called out. “That must be his ship!”

I looked down, descended with the others. “I know that you will make it through this, Gohan. I know your father will be okay. You just have to trust him,” I said, pulling my wings back into my body.

He nodded grimly. “I do trust him.” He looked at me as we entered the ship. “And I trust you.”

I froze for an instant. “Gohan . . . I won’t be-”

“Hey, who’s up for a good escape?” Burama suddenly asked. When I turned to her, surprised, she shook her head at me. “Thought I was sleeping, didn’t you? See! I’m as good an actress as I am smart and beautiful!”

I smiled at her sheepishly. “Yeah, you’re right.” But I wasn’t talking about her acting or brains or beauty. Only she and I understood that, though, and I knew it.

Piccolo had the knife out and was pushing his power into it. “They’ve already told me how to do this.”

I held my wrist out and he cut it. I held the cup under my wrist.

The cup filled up less than Vejita’s had and he swallowed four times. Throughout the pain I knew him to be in, he stood, silent, leaning against the wall, taking in everything. I admired him for that.

I smiled sadly, heaving a huge sigh. “I’m . . . I’m glad I met you all.”

“We’re glad we met you, too!” Burama enthused. “Without you, I’d still be powerless.”

I beamed at her. “Oh, yeah, right! You were never powerless and you know it!”

She grinned. “Yeah, you’re right. Take your hair down. I want to see it.”

Gohan looked up. “Yeah, take it down.”

I sighed. “It took forever to put up!” But Gohan and Burama both pouted and I couldn’t resist the puppy-dog eyes. “Fine! You win!” I reached up and pulled a good twenty bobby pins from my hair. It cascaded down around me, hitting the floor and curling gently around my body. My hair had always been slightly wavy and since it had been twisted into a bun for so long, it was doubly curled now. I hoped that would wear out soon.

Burama pulled out a hairbrush from God knows where and began to carefully untangle my hair, starting at the bottom. “I love your hair, but you need to cut it. At least to above your ankles.”

“Okay. It’s time for a trim anyway.” I knew she wouldn’t have scissors on her.

God knows where, but she pulled out a pair of them, too. Where the hell was she hiding it all?! Grinning smugly, she started to cut my hair--

And Gohan stepped in. “No! It’s prettier long like this,” he said, grabbing her wrist.

“Gohan, I’m just cutting off the dead ends.”

“How much of it are you chopping off?”

“It’s okay, Gohan. My hair grows faster after it’s freshly cut. It’ll grow to be longer in no time.”

Reluctantly, he stepped away. “Okay, but . . . I think it looks best long like this.” He supervised the hair cut and stopped Burama when he thought she’d cut enough off. “Okay, it’s above her ankles now.”

“Gohan. . . .”

“You said to cut it to above her ankles. It’s there now,” he said stubbornly.

Kuririn, with a beaming grin, and Piccolo, with a tiny, tiny smile, stood back and watched in amusement. “Gohan, don’t you think it should be cut just a bit more?” Kuririn asked.

“No! I liked it better when it was longer.”

“I agree,” I chimed in. “It’s above my ankles. I’m done.” I moved away, giving Burama a triumphant grin.

She frowned. “This isn’t over!”

My grin widened. “You got to brush and cut my hair. Be happy with that, hm?” I felt a tug on my hair and looked back.

Gohan was gently pulling the brush through my hair now, running his fingers through it after he’d gently brushed it. “It’s as soft as your wings are.”

I smiled--and a feeling of dread went through me as everyone froze.

My hair slipped from Gohan’s still fingers and everyone looked toward the door. “Dad . . . I can . . . I can’t feel him any longer.”

I couldn’t either. This was bad. Had Furiza won? That wasn’t a good thought. I walked to the door, Gohan behind me. “I’m going to go check on him, but I can do no more than that.”

“I’m going with you,” Gohan said, voice and face stubborn.

“No, you--” I stopped. I knew he had to go. I knew he had to do it. If anyone else finished off Furiza, it would have to be him. “Okay, fine. Let’s go.”

“What?!” Burama cried. “You can’t let him go! He’s too young!”

“He has to. I can’t stop him. And neither can any of you. It is him that needs to go. He’ll be back, though. No worries. He’ll be just fine.” A vision chose that exact moment to hit me and I swayed.
He was walking toward his ship when he saw them, saw what he was looking for. The glasses. He picked on up. There was still blood in the very bottom of that glass and every glass he picked up. He drank what was left of the blood, managing to get five swallows. Pain spread through his body and he let it, welcomed it. He’d left a scouter nearby his ship and it had caught the conversation of the girl’s blood.

He knew what it would do. He welcomed the pain, felt it as his power and body grew stronger. He could feel, could taste his new strength.

It was amazing.

Lord Furiza would not go down easily!

When I came to, I was on the floor, Gohan was shaking me. I opened my eyes on his pale, worried face. “What happened?! Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m . . . I’m okay.” I clenched my eyes shut from the sudden wave of nausea that followed the knowledge that I had strengthened that monster, that my blood was inside him. I met Piccolo’s eyes and knew that he had seen what I had, but his eyes showed no anger, nothing. “I did this,” I whispered.

“What are you talking about? What did you do?” Burama said.

“He--Furiza found the glasses that we’d used. He drank the remaining blood and managed to get five swallows of blood. I was the one who strengthened him. I did this!” I shook my head. “It’s my fault Vejita died. It’s my fault Goku’s in danger. It’s my fault Furiza is still alive. I did this! How could I have been so stupid, so-so-”

“Stop it!” Gohan snapped. “Stop blaming yourself! It’s not your fault! Don’t beat yourself up for something that we all did. You didn’t do it.”

“But it’s my blood in him. Mine.”

“But it was us that left the blood in the cups. Not you,” Burama said.

“But it’s still-”

“Stop it! If you really wish to blame yourself, if you really wish to say it’s your fault,” Gohan said, eyes blazing, “then take responsibility for what you did. Come with me and help me put Furiza in the ground. You want to blame yourself? Then do something to absolve yourself of guilt!” He stood up. “Now get up and let’s go and kill Furiza!”

I stared up at him. He was five. Why was he acting like he was older than I? I blinked one long, calming blink and stood. “Yes, you’re right. Let’s go, Gohan.”

“We don’t have time for you to pull your wings out and it weakens you too drastically, so I’ll carry you there.”

“I can run.”

“I’m faster and flying is fastest.” And that argument was, apparently, over and I’d, apparently, lost. “Come on, let’s go.” He lifted into the air, grabbed me and was off. He flew with a speed that I knew I couldn’t have matched. He was fast, but it wasn’t just that that made him go so fast. He was worried for his dad and angry at Furiza. All that extra energy was pushing him fast, letting some of his true power out of hiding. “We’re almost there,” he whispered, mostly to himself. “Almost there, dad. Hang in there!” He looked down at me. “If he’s still alive, if he needs it, can you heal him? Do you have enough energy to heal him?”

I nodded. “Yes. I can do that.”

Furiza came into view and he sped up even faster. “Going somewhere?” he asked when Furiza saw us.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the brat. That must be Story. You two must be here to avenge your father, I’m guessing?” he asked in his high, annoying voice.

“Yes.”

“The girl can’t even fly. What’s she going to do?”

“She can fly. She just doesn’t have her wings out right now,” he snapped. “And that’s not the point. Story’s not here to fight you. I am.”

“Drop me.”

“What?!”

“Let me go.”

“We’re thousands of feet up, Story.”

“I’ll be okay.”

“I’m not dropping you.”

“Drop me, I’ll land on my feet.”

“I’m not dropping you.”

I sighed. “Gohan-”

“No. I’m not dropping you.”

Ai. What stubbornness! “I can land just fine.”

“I’m not dropping you.” He looked at Furiza. “One moment.” He lowered to the ground, set me down. “There. Happy?”

“You shouldn’t worry over my safety. I know what I’m doing.”

“Sure, sure.” He took off after Furiza.

I sighed again. “Goku!” I called. “Goku!”

As it was, we needn’t have worried about Goku. He was fine. Gohan and I started off toward the ship. My wings were out this time. I didn’t like being carried. Never had. It scared me. Always had. Funny. Heights and being carried scared me, yet I could fly and had wings. Maybe someday I’d get over my fear of water and fish enough to learn to swim?

Doubt it.

“Story?” Gohan said softly.

“Hm?” I asked, looking over at him.

“Earlier . . . in the ship . . . you were about to say something and Burama interrupted. What was it?”

I felt my entire body tense up. “Gohan . . . I-it was nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

He looked at me and his eyes were fierce. “What was it?”

I studied him, searched his eyes. I think a part of him knew what I was going to say. “Gohan, don’t do this. Don’t worry over this.”

“You were about to say you weren’t going to be around forever, weren’t you?” he demanded.

I froze and he stopped flying with me. “Gohan-”

“Don’t ‘Gohan’ me! That’s what you were going to say, isn’t it? You’re leaving, aren’t you?”

I said nothing.

“Story.” He backed up a tiny bit, taken aback. “Story, deny it. Say you’re not leaving. Say something along those lines. Anything.” His voice sounded broken.

I bit my lip, staring at him. Why was he making this so hard? Why was he doing this?

“You are leaving us. You’re leaving me. But . . . I have to know why. What are you leaving for?” A glistening wetness covered his eyes. “Why do people keep leaving? First Yamucha, then Chaozu and Tien. Piccolo.” His eyes searched mine. “Now you’re leaving. It didn’t hurt so much when they left me because I knew they would be back. I knew they couldn’t control their leaving. I knew they had no choice. But now you. You’re leaving. You won’t even say why, will you?”

“Gohan, I-”

“No! Don’t lie to me. You’re leaving us, you’re leaving me and you won’t even tell me why!” His voice broke a bit. “Just tell me why you’re leaving. At least tell me we’ll see each other again, Story. At least tell me that.”

I hesitated. “I can’t say that. I can’t promise you something I don’t even know about. I can’t promise you something I can’t control. Gohan . . . I have to leave. It’s something I need to do.”

“But you have a choice, Story. You have a choice. You could stay here, with us.”

“I can’t, Gohan.” I sighed. “You see, here’s the thing. There’s a reason I can see the past and the future. I can travel through time. It’s an ability I’ve have since I was a baby. I’ve never been able to control it fully, not even now. Since the powers of time are at my fingertips, I can see both the future and the past easily. When I was younger, I traveled through time nearly every hour.” I shrugged. “So I was never in one place for long, When I was able to control it enough to stop doing that, I stayed longer, exploring places I went. It took me a long time before I finally realized why I explore every place I go.” I paused, took a deep breath. “You see, I’ve never known where, or when, I’m from. I’ve never known my real people, my real place.

“I don’t know anything about myself except my name. I’m trying to find out about myself. I’m trying to find out who and what I am. I’m trying to find out where I’m from, where I belong. I’m trying to find my home, my people.” Once more, I paused, hesitant. “I want to know more about myself. I want to go home, I want to be home. I just don’t know where or when it is. When I find it, which I hope I one day will, I’ll be there for the rest of my life. I’ll never time travel again. You see . . . if I stay in one place longer than a year, I’ll be stuck there. I’ll never be able to time travel again. I want to find my home and spend the rest of my life there.”

He shook his head angrily. “Story . . . I’ll ask you something. Why can’t you belong here?”

“I’m sorry. I just can’t. I want to find my home. I want to find the place that will tell me everything about myself. I don’t expect you to understand, but please don’t be mad at me, Gohan. I just want to go home.”

He scowled down at his feet angrily, then his eyes brightened. “I know a way that I can make sure we meet at least once more.” He looked up at me and there was a challenge in his eyes. “I know one way, possibly the only way. I don’t even know how or why I know it, I know it’ll work.” The look in his eyes made me try to back up, but he just suddenly had his mouth locked around my throat, biting down and drawing blood. I froze. What the hell was he doing? He swallowed once, put his wrist to my mouth and said, “Bite me, draw my blood.”

I gulped. No, no way was I doing that again.

Guessing that, he bit and bled his own wrist, then put it back to my mouth, holding my lips against it by holding onto the back of my head stubbornly. “Drink.”

His blood did taste good. It was the best I’d ever tasted. Having his blood that close to my mouth, that close to my nose, I had to bite down, had to draw in his blood. And it was too late when I realized what he was doing. When I tried to draw back, he kept a tight hold on me and bit down on the still bleeding wound on my neck. He pushed his power into me, forcing my power to accept and bond with his. It was both painful and pleasurable. When he pulled back, triumph lit his face and he was smirking. He let me pull away.

I jumped back, wiped his blood from my mouth. “Gohan, what the hell are you doing?!”

“I’m doing what it takes to bring you back home!” he hissed. “You’re too stubborn to see it now, but one day you’ll know that this is where you belong. On that day, you’ll be glad I did what I did.”

“You bound me to you, Gohan. Do you have any idea what that means?”

He shrugged. “I’m sure one day I’ll completely understand what I did. For now, I’m just glad I did it because that will bring you home.”

He’d pretty much made sure that I would never live anywhere but here, with them. That was what he had done. Now I was doomed to forever stay here, but I could leave for now. I would have to come back. I would have no control over it. I would have to come back. “Gohan, you have no idea-”

“I know what I did. I made sure that you’ll be back. I made sure that you’ll come back to us. That you’ll finally understand that this is your home. You can’t see it now, but you will. I just hope when you do, it’s not too late to change whatever outcome has unfolded by then.”

Now I really didn’t have much time. Now I had to leave. “I have to go, Gohan.”

He nodded. “Go. Find out what you can about yourself. You’ll be back. I’ve no more worries on that.”

“Get back to the ship. Tell everyone I stayed with Goku. I guess . . . I guess I’ll see you all again one day.” Maybe he wouldn’t remember me. “Goodbye, Gohan.”

“Not goodbye. No goodbyes allowed.”

I sighed. “Fine. Fare well, then. Have a nice life until I meet you again.” The twisty feeling filled my body up once more and I closed my eyes to concentrate. When I opened them again, I was standing in the middle of a huge laboratory. Well, time to explore this new place and, hopefully, not run into more people that’ll try to bind me to them.
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