I'd Change History for You

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Chapter Three- A friendship is made.


Three days later I was kissing my mother goodbye and jumping into my time machine. With the power generator handy I would be able to make twice the trips and not have to worry about getting stuck in anther timeline. I wave to her as she stands below with tears in her blue eyes. I smile sadly and take one last look at her face before my time machine disappears into the past.

The transition between timelines is simple and fast but there is a rush that takes the breath out of me. My head spins as I travel through years of time in billionths of seconds. In two minutes I will arrive in the past and those two minutes are the most nauseous two minutes I’ve ever experienced.

Once I’m securely in the past, I land my time machine in a brush of secluded trees and encapsulate it, and put the capsule in my pocket. I have a bag hauled over my shoulder with some choice belongings and some zeni for other things. I put those in a capsule too.

I don’t get very far before I realize that I don’t know where I’m going.

Stopping, I look around and think of a place to go. I can’t go to Goku’s house for obvious reasons and I don’t have a place of my own. The only place is my parent’s house. I have no other choice, I hadn’t told them I would be coming back this soon. I just want to avoid the questions.

This is going to get a lot more complicated before it gets easier I can tell. Goku will be the first to know of my arrival and I know that at this point he might not be in his house. He’ll be training with the others, if he is taking this seriously. I stand still and take the time to feel out Goku’s Ki before I find it in very close proximity to Gohan and Piccolo’s. It’s too bad I don’t have the technique that Goku has, because now I’ll have to go through the hassle of flying thousands of miles to find them. Better leave now. Taking to the air, I fly off in the direction of Goku’s Ki, hoping that nothing went wrong.

It takes a while but I’m now floating a ways from them, silently watching Goku and Piccolo double team little Gohan. Gohan is a stern young boy and he is seriously trying his very best to keep up with his father and mentor, but Goku knees him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Piccolo picks up where Goku left off and jack hammers Gohan into the ground.

The 7 year old gets up fast and charges his father while Piccolo steps back to watch. Goku and Gohan go at it for a few minutes, Goku effortlessly blocking his punches. Suddenly, he backhands Gohan twice, sending him into a cliff. I didn’t even see that coming, he didn’t look like he would hit back.

I’m surprised, but not as surprised as Goku is when he looks up to see me watching them.

I don’t say anything and he is inches away from me in a second. I recoil away from him in surprise. “What are you doing?” He asks, wiping his face with the hem of his shirt. The shirt goes up, exposing his rock hard stomach, and I feel my face burn in embarrassment.

“I was just watching you guys.”

“Yes I can see that, but why?” He’s staring at me with those soft onyx eyes, waiting for my answer. I’m hard pressed not to lick my lips. Trying to find the right words, I stutter for a bit, making myself look like a fool.

“I—I- I actually uh…came back –t-t-to train with you guys and see if I can get strong enough to defeat the androids in my own time.” The ability to breath is slowly leaving me.

He smiles cheesily and gestures to Gohan who is now hovering in the air looking confused and Piccolo, who has no expression. “Well then, why don’t you train with us? It’s just us, but your fa---er Vegeta didn’t want to train with what he called, ‘third class trash and a half breed brat.’ I don’t want to get into what he said about Piccolo.” Piccolo now has a frown mean enough to make the devil cringe on his face and he is none to happy at the memory of my father.

I want nothing more than to train with him and happily take the offer.

“Alright, thank you. I won’t get in your way, I’ll just train with myself until you have some spare time for me.”

Goku shakes his head and Gohan floats closer. He’s staring at me with an unreadable expression on his and I’m looking right back at him. Goku sees this and takes this as tension between us.

“Hey guys, don’t worry about it. I’ll train with Gohan first and then I’ll finish off the day with you Trunks. How’s that?”

Gohan says nothing and continues to roost me with his eyes. I can’t take my eyes off of him either, something is pulling at me to say something to him.

“Gohan” I whisper.

He floats closer until he is mere inches away from me and I can feel his breath on me. This child was doing something to me. When I look at him I can almost clearly see the Gohan in my time looking at me the same way. “You remind me of someone.” He mumbles. Goku looks back and forth at us and even Piccolo has taken an interest in the odd display. I want to move but I can’t, his eyes are like gravity, pulling me down to meet them.

“No, you don’t know me. I’m sorry, but you must be mistaken.”

He snaps out of his revere and backs up quickly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it, but I swear I know you from somewhere, I know I’ve never seen you but there’s some thing about you…”

“Um, guys are you done? We have to get some more training in today.” I break my gaze from Gohan’s and turn away. “Uhhh…”

Goku doesn’t have a clue what’s going on and Piccolo is melting my back with his questioning glare.

I try not to look like anything is out of the ordinary, but there is something wrong. I can feel all of the feelings for my mentor rushing back to me at a dizzying pace, making my head hurt. I shake the thoughts from my head as much as I can and decide that coming here wasn’t such a good idea after all.

“I have to go, I’ll be around for a while, I’m not sure how long but if it’s alright with Gohan, I’ll come back tomorrow.”

Gohan makes it look like I’ve said something absurd and his eyebrow hitches. “You know it’s alright with me, why wouldn’t it be? You can train with us now, I don’t mind. Where do you have to go?” I still haven’t though of that and I shrug openly looking down. I really don’t have anywhere in particular to be at any specific time and the purpose of coming here was to train with then so… “Okay, I’ll be sitting on that---“

“Why don’t you spar with me? I want to see how strong you are and Daddy can’t have all the fun.” His diminutive frame gets into a fighting stance and he smiles challengingly at me. This was awkward. I trained with Gohan all the time but training with him now was weird. Still, I was a little curious about this kid’s power.

I smirk as well and take off my sword and gently place it in a safe spot in a tree I hope no one will hit. Then I go back to Gohan and get ready for him to attack me when Goku’s voice cuts the air.

“Trunks, I’m not sure you know this but, its summer time here and so it would probably be better if you take your jacket off. It may get shredded because Gohan is one heck off a sparring partner and if you like your jacket, you should take it off.” I blanch visibly and reach for my jacket. For some reason they all have their eyes on me, watching every move I make. I deliberately take my jacket off and place it in the tree with my sword.

Goku has gone over to Piccolo and they both watch expectantly, eager to see me and Gohan go at it. Well, I won’t disappoint them.

I teleport in front of Gohan and manage to land a punch he didn’t see coming. He stops short in mid air and wipes his bloody lip. He isn’t smiling anymore and soon I’m dodging his kicks and punches with effortless ease like his father and I’m debating on hitting him back. From what I knew, Gohan had a bad temper and if I can awaken that, then I can see what he’s really made of. The Gohan in my time never held back against me and I wouldn’t want this child to do it either.

I uppercut him and quickly shove him away from me, spinning in the air to roundhouse kick him. He pulls back and glares at me, screaming until his power reaches its crescendo and goes for me again. This time I swing for his head and miss as he ducks and grinds his fist into my stomach. It hurts, I can’t say that this kid didn’t pack a serious punch. Spit flies out of my mouth and Gohan catches my arms just in time to flip me over and throw me into the ground. My body makes a medium sized crater and I get up as fast as I can before his foot crushes my face.

Goku was right. Either Gohan fought to kill no matter who he trained with or he was just very aggressive. Like my Gohan.

I waste no time punching him down into a crater of his own. I’m on him in seconds punching his face, blocking his every move. The training is intense and it’s a good work out for a little boy to be giving an older person.

My Gohan had a lot of potential as a fighter, but most of that potential went to waste because he had nothing to motivate or push him like his father did.

We trade blows for at least three hours before he falls out of the sky and hits the ground in exhaustion. I was panting myself, but in the end I was more of a workout for him then he thought. Goku goes over to his son and helps him to his feet.

“I think that was enough to last you the whole day. That was pretty good, huh?” Gohan nods and smiles up at me. I smile back.

Goku turns to look at me.

“Piccolo is stronger so he’ll be up next. I’ll save the best for last, if you’re up for it later. Or maybe we can continue tomorrow. Piccolo can wear me out so I don’t expect you to fare much better. Not to call you weak, but this training won’t be a cakewalk.”

I understand and assess Piccolo. He’s a very tall Namek, serious in every way possible and mean looking too. Piccolo trained Gohan, so this should be good. “I’m not going easy on you kid, I don’t care who you are. Just know, I won’t be as easy as Gohan!” I don’t expect him to be. He lifts his cape over his shoulders and flings it along with his head covering to the ground. It lands with a hard ‘thud’.

Weighted armor.

Enough with talk and I burst into Super Saiyan, ready to go. I hear Gohan gasp as he gets a closer look at me than before. Someday, it won’t be so shocking when he learns to do it himself. Piccolo isn’t alarmed and powers up to his fullest and sends a Ki blast at me that I slap away with ease. A ruse. A foot imbeds itself in my arm and it takes me a while to regain my bearings and defend myself. Piccolo is aggressive and tries to take my head off with every punch. Even as a Super Saiyan, it’s hard to block all of his hits. He’s good, with training like this, those androids we as good as toast in three years.

I smile and Piccolo growls. “Is something funny? It’s not like you’re winning here!” Nothing is funny, but the smile leaves my face.

I can feel Goku’s watchful stare on us, probably absorbing all of my techniques. I get distracted for a moment and Piccolo takes the initiative, slamming his fist between my eyes. I soar into a tree, snapping it in half before skidding to a stop. Damn, that hurt. I can’t let that happen again.

“Pay attention kid and maybe I won’t get in another hit like that. I would have thought that a Super Saiyan had more concentration than that.”

I pull myself out of the ditch my body made and attack Piccolo at full power. Now I’m giving him a run for his money and he’s having trouble with me and I’m getting in several good shots. Piccolo’s head snaps back, to and fro from the force of my punches. A well placed kick to the chest does him in and he’s struggling to breath on the ground. My shirt has a few rips and holes, but nothing serious. Piccolo huffs and sits up. “Not bad kid, I’ve clearly underestimated you. Goku won’t be nearly as shoddy, so do keep your guard up.” Goku is behind me and smirking.

“Piccolo is right, I’m a lot tougher and if you don’t have anything to say about it, I’ll fight you as a Super Saiyan.” None. “That’s fine with me. Don’t make the same mistake your friend here did.” Not caring that he heard, I smile and sweep my fingers through my hair.

I’m itching to get my hands on him and see just what he can so I eagerly power up and thrust my fist out at him, missing horribly. Strong and fast, a deadly combination.

Spinning around to try again, his arm lashes out and a punch catches me squarely in the jaw. I sneer and teleport out of his vision. He looks around confused. He can’t see me. “I’m here!” Dishing out my best moves that Gohan himself taught me, I catch him completely off guard and land a solid punch to his midsection. He folds over my arm and my knee picks up the slack, making spit fly out of his mouth.

My fists and feet are flying everywhere and I think he isn’t paying any attention until a white hot pain centers itself in my stomach. I look down to see that he has his right hand on my stomach with Ki glowing around it.

Shit.

I fly through so many trees I lose count before I sail off of the edge of a cliff and into the sea below. What a sneaky bastard! I twist in the water trying desperately to get out. I never could swim. Out of the corner of my eye I see a bright light but it’s too late and I’m blasted out of the water and high into the air only to be knocked back down from I don’t know what. My eyes are shut tightly, my stomach contracting with each punch then a kick to my side and I find myself in the ground, concrete crushed around me. My breath comes out in shallow sounding hisses.

My ribs are broken. I’m finished for the day. I wasn’t even a challenge for him.

“Hey Trunks don’t tell me your finished already?” I wheeze in response and he walks over to my fallen body.

“Your ribs are broken. I have senzu beans at my house if you want some.” I want to decline the offer but the aching in my side says otherwise. “Uhhhgggh” I groan, not able to form words right now. He beat me down in just under one hour. I suppose it would be wishful thinking to surmise that he might he is stronger than the androids, I don’t stand a chance against them and I didn’t stand a chance against him. Or I could just be weak.

“I’ll take you to my house. Now, try to get up.” Gritting my teeth, I struggle with all the strength I have left and my hair fades from blonde to lavender with the effort. I’m not on my feet two seconds before I’m falling again. I don’t fall. Goku has one arm around my waist and the other on my chest, steadying me. My vision blurs and I can feel the beginnings of a headache.

This is when I notice that his shirt is hanging off of him by a thread. The material must be really cheap because I don’t think I did that much damage. I also notice that Gohan and Piccolo are gone.

“W-where--- I cough and hang my head, trying not to choke on my forced breaths.

I don’t want him to see me weak and so I try to shove him off of me. He holds on and his grip tightens. “I may have given you more that you could handle. I thought that because you were a Super Saiyan, that you would be around the same range in power. Sorry.”

What for? It wasn’t his fault I was weak and with Gohan’s limited experience in fighting all I had was the skills of a man that hadn’t trained with anyone good since he was 5. It wasn’t anything to be proud of. I was proud of Gohan though for even making at as far as he did, holding his own against those diabolical twins until the end. And I never could go Super Saiyan for him, it took his death to bring that out in me, I was so ashamed. Goku only proved to me that it was not enough and that makes me all the more determined to train as hard as I can and surpass Gohan. I want so much to make him proud even if he can’t be there, to show him that I can do what he never lived to see. I will destroy the androids myself. For him.

The air shifts around us and the startlingly familiar settings of his home come into view. Gohan and Piccolo are sitting at the table eating dinner. Well, Gohan is.

Piccolo lives here?

He’s drinking a glass of water, sitting straight as a board like something is stuck up his ass, he sees me and grunts. Chichi, I recognize her instantly, moves from the stove and comes over to us.

“Who’s child is this, Goku, and what happened to him?” Goku laughs and eases me onto a wall where I support myself. “We were training and he’s a friend of mine. I’m gonna go get some senzu for him, be right back.” When he’s gone Chichi cautiously takes a few steps closer.

“Are you going to be alright young man?” I don’t answer her and wait for Goku to return.

“Not much of a talker, huh? Well if you want you can sit and wait until he comes back.”

I don’t sit either, I just want to leave as soon as possible. Goku returns and hands me the bean which I put in my mouth. It’s bitter and so the look on my face shows disgust as I chew it and swallow. My wounds heal and my bones knit until all that’s left are a few scratches.

“Thank you”

I head for the door intent on leaving but he asks, “Where are you going? Surely you don’t have to leave yet, we’re having dinner and it would be great if you could join us.”

“Goku I don’t think---

“Chichi please? I’m sure he’s hungry, after all that spar made me hungry.” Goku rubs his stomach and slides into a seat beside his son. He would be hungry after anything. I’ve heard about his bottomless pit of a stomach, Gohan also has one.

“Alright, I guess it won’t hurt. I made extra for Piccolo but that was before I found out he doesn’t eat. That’s too bad, I made something special.” It did smell very good.

“You see Chichi I told you Piccolo wouldn’t eat Gohan!”

Piccolo gives her an incredulous look. “You thought I would eat your son?!!”

Chichi puts her hands on her hips. “Well you aren’t exactly friendly and those teeth put a wolf to shame!” We all laugh at that one and Piccolo blushes a deep red. I didn’t know he could do that.

She sets hot plates of steaming, delicious food in front of us and I don’t even pick up my fork before two of Goku’s plates are gone.

What the hell?

He’s stuffing everything into his mouth with such speed I momentarily forget my own meal and am staring at him with wide eyed curiosity. Gohan didn’t eat that much! Food flies everywhere and Piccolo grimaces in disgust. Gohan moves to the other side of the table. Plates stack up one by one and Goku still has the nerve ask for seconds with his mouth full.

“Eww Goku, chew your food and use a napkin, that’s disgusting! You’re embarrassing yourself in front of your own guest!” Chichi yells. He looks up at me and swallows his food. His smile damn near sets me on fire.

“You don’t mind do you? I mean you eat a lot too right?” “Not like you. I’m still trying to figure out where all that food went, but it all happened so fast.” He chuckled heartily.

He looks so _nice_ over there with both hands holding a utensil ready to dig in again. Like an innocent child, you wouldn’t think he was a lethal fighting machine.

Those strong arms place at his sides, capable or crushing someone’s jaw with a single punch, that chest sculpted from years of hard work and---

“You _are_ going to eat right?” Oh. Chichi has this look on her face, like she knows I was checking her husband out.

Yeah, food.

Unlike Goku, Gohan and I go through our meals with a lot less smacking and mess. I eat the way I was taught to eat and I realize that I’m hungrier that I thought. The food is good as always.

Goku gets up and pats his stomach, stretching. “Ahhhhhh, that was good! Now it’s time for a shower, wanna join us Trunks?”

The heat races to my face and I know I look like a tomato. “Uh, no, I have somewhere to be. Thanks for dinner bye!” I say quickly and gather my dishes and put them in the sink. Being the nice guy I was, I would have offered to wash them myself but Goku’s little offer made me too nervous to stick around.

“Bye Trunks, see you tomorrow?” “Yeah, I’ll find you” It’s getting dark out. With that, I leave the house and take off. I still don’t quite know where I’m going but I suppose I would have to worry about where I’m going to sleep for the night.

Capsule Corp comes into view. It looks clean and nice the way it used to look before it was reduced to a pile of bricks when I was only ten. The first thing I see is Bulma’s mother. Blonde and ditzy as ever, she doesn’t even ask who I am or why I’m here before asking me if I wanted anything to eat. I carefully step away from her and kindly tell her no.

“Where is Mo—uh Bulma?” “She’s in her lab honey, do you want me to take you there?” I knew where her lab was but I didn’t want to walk into their house uninvited. I was still a stranger.

“No, uh, could you call her out here please?”

“Wow, you’re a cute one! I can see why Bulma would pick you!” I laugh nervously and scratch my head. There was no getting though to this woman I should know, she’s my grandmother.

Grandma Panty disappears into the house and comes back two minutes later with a disheveled Bulma at her heels. My mother looks surprised to see me.

“Hey, it’s you! What are you doing here? Is there something you need?” I’m blushing again.

“Uh well, yes, that is….I need a favor of you”

“What is it?”

“Do you think you have a spare capsule house that you could lend me? I’ve got nowhere to stay and---- She interrupts me,

“Say no more, I have the perfect house for you.”

I thought she would go into the house to go and get it but instead she reaches somewhere in her clothes and holds out a capsule. “Here, I just happened to have that on me. You better leave before Vegeta sees you. He goes on and on about how much he hates you and ‘Kakarot’.”

Kakawho?

“Who’s that?”

“Who’s who?”

“Kakawak whatever you said?” “Oh that’s Goku, that’s what Vegeta calls him. It’s supposed to be Goku’s Saiyan name.”

That explained a lot. But I wouldn’t go calling him that.

She shrugs and pokes my chest. “Don’t think that just because you’re mysterious, I don’t want to know more about you. Remember you owe me a favor for helping you out! I don’t know who you are but you always look so uncomfortable around me. Maybe you like me?”

Maybe not!

“That’s not it, thanks for the house, I have to go” I don’t give her a chance to say anything else and bolt into the sky. I guess I’ll go live in the forest that way nobody else will have to see me. I only hope father doesn’t find me and try to kill me.

So he hates me.

I know why. It’s because I’m a Super Saiyan and he’s not. He was before he died and that was when I was about 2 years old. He must hate the fact that a kid is stronger than him and now there are two Super Saiyans that he can’t beat. Moms told me so much about him, I wonder what it’s like to train with him? I think he would be almost as good a match as Goku. Almost.

I find what I think to be a good spot and toss my capsule to the ground there. Poof! An average sized house stands in a secluded spot in the forest. I walk in and immediately marry the couch, falling heavily on it. I won’t be leaving here for a while.

The living room is the first room in the single level house, the kitchen adjacent and the bed and bathrooms in the farther wing of the house. The house is fully set up as all of my mothers capsule homes were, with food in the kitchen and fresh linens in the bathroom.

The day has certainly worn me out and nothing would please me better than a good sleep. Training with Gohan, Piccolo and Goku was the best, most refreshing experience I’ve ever had and I looked forward to doing it again tomorrow. I hope my mother is alright being alone. I will come back to her as soon as I can when I know that I can protect her. It’s too bad she didn’t come with me, she wouldn’t have had to see anyone, just so she’d be out of harms way. I vow that I will return and save my world from complete destruction and we will be happy one day. One day.

I feel selfish that I’m here enjoying myself and she can’t step out of her own home without being killed, but there is little I can do. I deserve this and I will make sure that I leave this place with enough power to go back and try to make my time as warm and safe as this one. Then she can enjoy what I’m feeling now with me.

I smile and drift off to the best sleep I’ve had in years.


TBC....

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