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Turning Back Time	By : saiyanb Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3502 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Turning Back Time

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Ja ne

b-chan

Chapter 3 Killer Instinct

When I arrived it was a beautiful day, the sun was shining and warm, birds chirped softly in the trees and hidden forest animals scurried about. Hard to believe in 24 hours this placed would be turned into a mass of craters.

          Encapsulating my ship I move away a couple miles and set up camp, which consists of my tossing a capsule house into a clearing. It’s a really nice model complete with a Jacuzzi tub big enough for four people, an extra large shower which is tiled with natural marble, stainless steel appliances, marble countertops throughout the entire building, stone tiles on the floor with small mosaics in select areas, built in home gym with equipment, a sweet home theater system with a 62” TV, extra large master bedroom with solid oak bed reinforced with steel. The man I commissioned to build that for me laughed and asked if an old timer like me really needed a bed that sturdy. I only smiled and told him to get to work.

It’s not an overly large house, consisting of three large bedrooms, one of which was converted to the gym. The rest of the house is an open floor plan, the family room leading right into the kitchen and great room. I’m hoping that the empty guest room will be converted soon enough, but I’m not stupid enough to start setting up cribs and baby stuff. I’ve stocked the place with everything I ever thought we’d need. The pantries are full of food, some of it encapsulated. I’ve no less than three stand up freezers packed with frozen meats stored in the garage. I’ve managed to collect an admirable stock of good books, some I know Vegeta’s rather fond of, and I lined an entire side of our bedroom with them. One side of the family room is lined with a bookshelf of equal size, filled with movies. The furniture is all tan microfiber and leather, with solid wooden frames. I’ve even purchased an already-built Olympic size pebble tec swimming pool, salt water. It’s in one of my capsules, just dig a hole the right dimensions and toss it in, instant pool party.

You’re probably wondering how I could afford such luxury? Well let’s just say I ran up more than a few credit cards, took out a monster of a loan and have no intention of paying any of it back. Ha, let’s see those bill collectors try and get money from me in another dimension.

I stash the capsule case and radar from my pack in the master bedroom, taking a moment to un-encapsulate my clothes and a stock of stylish outfits in Vegeta’s size. Some I’m sure I’ll have to fight to get him in, but I’m sure it will be worth it. Part of me wants to make dinner reservations at an expensive restaurant to celebrate, but I somehow doubt Vegeta’s going to take one look at all I’ve done for him and proclaim his undying affection. He’s never been a particularly material creature; he enjoys it, but doesn’t go out of his way for it. He might see this as an attempt to buy his affection and perhaps in a way that’s just what I’m doing, but I honestly just want us to be happy.

Once I make my claim he’ll see that, once we’re bonded mates, he’ll see everything I’ve done is for him. He’ll love me then; and if he doesn’t? These questions roam free in a dark part of my mind.

Saiyan claims don’t need the consent of both to be established, only the desire of the dominant male is needed to make a bond. Vegeta’s told me many old saiyan tales of mated pairs that started off as enemies. One not so commonly practiced insult in saiyan society was to lay claim on an enemy or an enemy’s offspring. This bonded saiyan would be loyal even if he hated his mate with every fiber of his being. The dominant male could chose to not have sex at all with his bond partner ending his rivial’s bloodline, but this also meant the dominant's line ended as well, if he was foolish enough to establish such a bond without having produced offspring beforehand. A dominant male could not add another partner unless they had the consent of their current mate. More often than not saiyan instinct lead even pairs that loathed each other into the arms of passion; genetics drew strong couples together. I used to wonder if this was what happened between Goku and Vegeta; if the reason for their coupling was nothing more than genetics pulling them. Sad to say I’m counting on it; if Vegeta couldn’t resist Goku because the other saiyan was just so powerful his genetics were pushing him to submit, then I’ll use that to win the other saiyan over. I’m so much stronger than Goku right now, I’m the obvious choice.

But, before Vegeta, first things first. I exit the house and lock up, old habit. No one around for miles, but it just doesn’t feel right to leave the place open for anyone to enter. Taking to the sky I pull out my hand-held GPS and select my preprogrammed destination. An hour later I’m looking down at a rocky mountain clearing and a carefully hidden door. This is where things get ugly. This is where I prove I’m willing to do anything for my own little slice of heaven. I rip the steel door off its hinges and enter as alarms blare. The hall I walk down is bare, but it soon opens into a large lab. Inside I see large metal tubs with glass windows and an old man standing rigid inside.

“Who are you?! What do you want?!” he demands backing up against a work table with a prone form on it.

I don’t answer, only gather power in my hands and slice the old man’s head clean off his shoulders. The new saiyan part of me feels a dark thrill, and the old me cringes. I’ve just killed a man that ‘would’ have done me harm in this world’s future, but was innocent when I killed him. Goku would have never done such a thing, but I’m not Goku.

I stalk into the room, eyes surveying Gero’s work. Android sixteen is in pieces on the table, not yet functional. I wonder if he’d already been programmed to kill Goku, I wonder if I bring this machine to this world’s Bulma if she can give him a peaceful existence. But, then I think, raising my hand before the pieces of the artificial life form, power dancing over my finger tips, I’m not willing to take that risk. Sixteen is reduces to melted gobs, pieces of him litter the floor which was previously clean before the blast.

I move in front of the first canister and what I dread becomes a reality. Inside is Seventeen floating in a greenish liquid and oxygen mask strapped to his young face. Gero’s already got him and from the looks of it started cutting. The brunet’s chest is open, artificial muscles exposed, I can see his lungs pumping and his heart. The sight is nauseating; he’s no longer ‘human’. As I gather power into my hands I remember the man. He was a great uncle to Marron, kind and quiet; he made Bra so happy. I wish Gero hadn’t found you so soon, I’d hoped my intervention would have saved you and your sister from this fate.

The tank breaks, liquid once green now red with blood spills out on the floor. Ignoring the part of me that bleeds with the corpse I move on to the second tank and pause; Eighteen, naked and whole. I press my hand to the glass and peer in she looks like a normal girl, could it be that Gero hasn’t gotten to her yet? My good friend Krillin, loved this woman, loved her with every fiber of his being. He always thought he’d never find someone and get married, but it was more then apparent that those two belonged together. She wasn’t an ex-enemy to him, not an android, she was his wife, the mother of his child. She was a good woman… a good friend.

I close my eyes as the blast rips the tank in half, not wanting to see the end result. Can’t take the risk, don’t know if Gero’s implanted stuff inside of her already. I’m sorry Eighteen, sorry Krillin. Turning from the twisted ruins I glance around the room seeing papers on another table. I walk over and scoop one page up and feel a sick smile twist my lips. Cell, these are his blue prints. Sure Gero doesn’t know anything about aliens and saiyans yet, but he would have learned about them tomorrow and started planning that monster. I rip the sheets up and let them float into the pool of liquid flooding the room from the tanks. Leaving the lab I tell myself its better this way, many people will be spared terrible fates. My life with Vegeta will not be interrupted, this threat has been nullified.

One final ki blast reduces the lab to a caved-in ruin, rocks slide over the opening’s face hiding it forever. I’ve spared the world a great evil, Enma can judge me when I die.

Putting two fingers to my forehead I ‘it’ away. No doubt the others have felt my power, but I’ve got other things to do before we meet.

I reappear next to a shocked Bobbity and slice the insect-like wizard’s head off before he can utter a word. Luckily only minor henchmen are present, Bobbity has yet to make his contract with Dabura the Demon King. He’s a little too strong for me to want to take the risk, not when Vegeta will arrive on earth tomorrow. I flash away before the cluster of aliens and demons realize their master is dead. Perhaps they will be happy for their freedom, perhaps they’ll want revenge, I can’t say. All I know is that they haven’t a clue who I am or where I came from. The universe is a big place so Earth should be safe.

I flash into existence inside a space ship. I’ve never been here before, but the evil ki of the sealed Majin Buu is unmistakable even suppressed and hidden as it is. I look at the fleshy egg, without Bobbity there is little chance of Buu hatching, but still I’ll not take the risk. Placing a hand upon the leathery surface I raise my fingers to my head and have to search really hard to remember the ki of the one I’m looking for. It takes over 30 minutes to lock on it. I’m gone in an instant.

To say Kaioshin and Kibito are shocked when I appear on their little planet with the greatest evil they’ve ever known is an understatement. It was difficult to locate them, being in another world and separate, it’s lucky for me they were close together or I probably wouldn’t have remembered their ki individually enough to have locked on.

I’m quick to assure them I mean no harm. They’re full of questions, who am I, what am I, how did I find this great evil, how did I find them? I’m not particularly interested in answering, but politely tell them I’m a saiyan from earth who’s got an important date with his prince and ‘it’ away.

    If they come looking for more answers I’ll tell them the whole story, but right now I’ve got more exciting things to worry about.

I return to earth using my other self’s ki as a beacon. Ha, he’s asleep, I was so laid back then, probably why I die tomorrow. I’m at capsule corps, my face softens, Bulma’s ki is near mine. Sex before a big baseball game or battle, big 'no no' Yamcha my boy. Still I hope I don’t mess things up with Bulma in this world. Ha if so, maybe Vegeta and I will snatch her up for our own. A big grin spreads on my face at the thought of a three way relationship between us, saiyan style, with me as the dominant male. That’s something to put on a shelf and think about, but there’s always the nagging doubt that Vegeta will love her more than me. Perhaps nothing more than a fantasy to dream about then, all I need is Vegeta to be happy.

I fly slowly using only a small amount of ki to head back to my home, my thoughts turning as I do. The only threat left is Freeza and his minions, but I’ve thought this over a lot. Vegeta was still sore about Freeza in my time, he still wished he could have avenged his race and himself against the lizard.

A gift perhaps; once I’ve laid my claim I’ll offer Vegeta Freeza’s head, I still remember that evil ki well so I can find it in an instant. I’m a super saiyan I have the power and then some to break the ice-jin, make a present of the beaten tyrant to my mate; let Vegeta be the one to finish him. I know nothing else that would please my prince more. Then together we’ll destroy Freeza’s evil empire. Vegeta knows who the key figures are, in my own time he single handily destroyed what remain of the lizard’s forces after namek. This will show him I want him as an equal, this will make him love me.

I’m back in the woods near where our epic battle will take place tomorrow. I have time yet before the saiyans arrive. Everyone is sleeping, Goku is still dead, still training in the other world. It’s sad that his effort will be for naught, but I’m not here for him.

Too tense to go to sleep myself I walk the woods stopping as I stubble across a scene beautiful enough to have come from a painting. A waterfall splashes clear water from above into a deep pool beneath, the pool is covered on all sides but one by thick growth; ferns, trees, and brush. The side not covered in foliage is instead covered in fine pebbles made smooth by years of running water. Lush plant life clings to the sheer cliff side. Tropical wild flowers bloom on both cliff sides and shore; their petals producing a sweet perfume for my new saiyan sense of smell. The soft roar of the water combined with the beauty of the place allows the tension I’ve built up to lessen.

There’s a cave near the fall, curious I walk over to investigate. It’s fairly large, I only have to dip my head slightly to enter, but can stand completely without feeling like my head will touch once inside. This area must flood regularly, the walls are smooth and stalagmites and stalactites sparely cover the inside. This place has been used before by man, old Cave paintings of some kind of deer like creature running in a herd covers one wall nearly washed away by water and time. More recent by far is a fire pit near the cave’s mouth. The grey ash is old, perhaps from some adventuring campers a couple months back. There’s a large stack of fire wood gathered to the side, perhaps this is a yearly site for them?

I feel nostalgic as I look upon the place, it makes me think of when me and Puar use to rough it out in the desert.

I almost don’t hear the roar of challenge over the water, but the movement catches my eyes before the large cats can move any closer. I’m surprised to say the least I poke my head outside the cave to see a large pair of tigers, one Bengal, face each other roaring challenge. Two rival males fighting over territory no doubt, it looks like they’ve only just begun. The fishing must be good in the pool, but their fight has been thrown off by my presence. One turns to growl at me and I growl back. I haven’t eaten yet, have never tried tiger meat before. I hear the liver is good for stamina. Heh, I may need that tomorrow.

What follows can’t really be called a battle; the large cats were too far out matched. The first to charge, the Bengal, I broke its neck as it sprang at me with claws extended. It slumps boneless to the ground. The other looks liked it might back off with the quick disposable of its rival, but the cat’s pride will not allow it to back down; in that you and me are all too alike. The pool was too good, so we fought and I killed the great beast with a well placed hit to the heart. It exploded in the cat’s chest before the poor thing even knew what had happened.

I drag both cats to be side by side admiring my kill, both large, both with exquisite coats. I build a large fire in the pit using the pile of dry drift wood. The cats I skin by coating my finger with ki, slicing the skin off the meat. I roast the meat on make shift poles I’ve cut from young trees and lay on the skins watching my meal cook, listening to the crickets start their nightly ballads and enjoy the peaceful atmosphere. The fur feels divine on my skin and after eating my fill I lay fully on the pelts, close my eyes, and doze; it's morning before I know it.

I slept in late. I might have over slept if not for the explosion of power off in the distances. I sat up disoriented in my furs and scrambled out of the cave to stare off into the distance. No the fighting hadn’t started yet, Vegeta and Nappa had just arrived and from the feel of it just destroyed a city.

The old part of me wishes I’d been more aware, remembered that Nappa had demolished that city so long ago and had been there when they arrived to stop it. Another, new part, didn’t care. Humans were weak, pathetic creatures that didn’t have the strength to defend themselves. They’re also quick to take advantage and profit. Mr. Satan is a prime example, he was useful to us, I suppose, but he still profited from the hard efforts of me and my group. The memory of Buu and the people of earth’s refusal to lend their power till their ‘hero’ told them to is still fresh in my mind. Humans have poor survival skills and a selfish nature, I’m a prime example of that.

I could go confront them now, but I feel grimy and no one else will die for awhile. To be safe I locate my other self’s ki to monitor. I’m flying toward the conflict, but I’ll be late of course and full of myself.

The pool looks so inviting, I quickly strip and dive in. It’s like ice water, crisp and clear. I used to be unable to stand water this cold, but it feels perfect on my skin now. Lazily I swim laps taking a mental note of the fat salmon and trout swimming with me.

I sit on the smooth rocks, using a large bolder in the shallows to lean against and comb my now thicker wilder long hair with my fingers. It’s surprisingly tangle free. A night of sleeping out in the wilds before my transformation would have left me with a head of hair so tangled I’d have turned to Puar or Bulma with my best puppy dog look and a brush. Puar was always so gentle, Bulma not so much, but it still felt good once she’d gotten the major knots out. Once Puar had passed and Bulma and me were no longer an item I’d taken to keeping my hair short. It seemed easier to deal with, but once this crazy plan of mine formed I started to let it grow and I’m glad I did. My hair seems so full so thick and healthy. I’ve always secretly admired saiyan hair. This body is so young, so healthy, even in my twenties I never felt this good.

I stand in the shallow water and wring what I can out of my hair, moving to the bank I dry with a quick flash of ki. From my pack I retrieve my old orange gi, tracing the kanji on the back. I wonder if I have a right to wear this anymore. I’ve forsaken my past and my humanity, I’m a stranger now to Roshi, would he want me to wear this?

Pulling the orange shirt over my head I snort. My past is still my past, even with his new body I still lived through it all. I may never be close to the people I once cherished in this world. I might be seen as an outcast, maybe even a threat to the planet. I could lose everything that was once good to me in this world, but I’m prepared for that. If my friends forsake me here it’s okay. Technically I’ve already lost them once, losing them again can’t be as hard as the first time. I will still have Vegeta and that’s all I need.

Double knotting the black belt I stand and let the wind race over me honing in on a ki I could never forget I raise two fingers to my forehand and vanish.

Vegeta’s eyes pop wide when I appear mere inches from him. The desire to reach out and grab him is almost a physical pain, one hand lifts ready to do just that.

“Vegeta-sama!” booms the ox like man to the side tensing at my sudden appearance so close to his prince. Next to him several saibamen squeak, eager for the tall man to issue an order to attack. One isn’t so patient and leaps at my back, shrieking as it attempts to tackle me.

Not breaking eye contact with the saiyan no ouji I lift one hand and catch the green plant man by the throat. It squeaks in protest, clawing at my hand in a pathetic attempt to escape. The shock leaves Vegeta’s eyes to be replaced with intrigue. My grip tightens till the creature gives one final death cry, its neck snaps with a loud crack! My heart begins to race as I watch the corner of Vegeta’s mouth lift in a wicked smile, I can tell he’s pleased I killed it so easily without hesitating.

“Easy Nappa,” he said with an unconcerned gesture of his hand. He’s cocky and over confident, but then he was so much more powerful than us back then he had every right to be. “Well, well and who might we have here, are you the fabled Kakarot?” he purrs making chills run up and down my skin as his eyes appraise me.

I’ve waited so very long to have your complete attention Vegeta. I feel myself straighten to my full height, chest out; I’m aware I’m like a peacock flashing its plumage, but I don’t care. The dead saibaman slips limply from hand.

“What the… that’s not Goku! Who is that?” stammers Krillin taken aback, he glances from my human counterpart and back to me rapidly. “Yamacha?”

“Don’t ask me man I’ve never seen him before,” gasps the human taking several steps back. “Man this is crazy, he looks just like me?”

“Another saiyan,” growls Piccolo eyeing my lashing tail, he’s unphased by my eerie resemblance to his ally. “Tsk, things just got a hell of a lot more complicated.”

“Piccolo-san,” cries Gohan cowering behind his sensei.

I ignore the pack at my back for the moment and address Vegeta instead. “My name is not Kakarot, I’m called Yamacha.”

The Z fighters all turn to look at the human Yamacha who throws up his hands and shrugs his shoulders at a loss with no explanation.

Vegeta’s smirk turns into a frown. “You’re obviously a saiyan. I was lead to be believe only myself, Nappa, and the no show coward Kakarot remained of our race. If you’re not Kakarot, where did you come from? I have no records of any other survivors of our home world.”

I can see in his eyes he’s wondering if there are more saiyan somewhere; a spark of hope that I feel sad to crush in him. “I was not born to your planet, saiyan no ouji,” I address him respectfully. “I suppose you can say I came from a world very alike to this and at the same time very different.”

“Enough,” growls Piccolo at my back. “We didn’t come here to chat,” he said sliding into a fighting stance. “We came here to fight.”

“Now, now,” said Krillin trying to appease the man he still remember and fears as the ex-demon king. “There’s one more of them now and besides Goku’s not here yet. Let them talk, let them talk as long as they like. Remember they were going to let us fight those little green men one by one to give Goku time to appear. I rather he shows up before it’s my turn,” he gulps eyeing the grinning plant men.

“Huh,” growls Piccolo. “He was supposed to be here by now. Something must have gone wrong; we might be on our own.”

“My dad will show. I’m sure he will!” pipes in Gohan.

“Such drama,” laughs Vegeta stepping away from me. “I did say I’d give you time for that traitor to appear and I’m a man of my word.”

He nods at one Saibaman. “You, go ahead and fight to your heart’s content.”

Krillin gulp and takes a step back. My human counterpart places a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry Krillin. I’ll handle this one.”

“You sure about that Yamacha, we don’t know what these… ‘things’ are capable of.”

“Well then watch closely, I’ll be sure to show you exactly what they’re made of.”

I snort at my human self’s words. I was such a fool back then. I better keep an eye on things, wouldn’t do to let myself get killed again.

As myself and the saibaman pair off and start fighting, Vegeta address me, “So then are you with them? They don’t seem to know you. You say you’re not of planet Vegeta, but you're saiyan. How about it do you want to join with us?”

I hesitate to answer, he’s offering me a chance to join him it’s a golden opportunity. The old me would have leapt as such a chance but… my eyes glance at the group of non-saiyans at my back. If I join him, he’ll be in charge and I’ll have to kill my friends. I may be indifferent to whether they accept me, but killing them in cold blood is another story.

“Do not misunderstand me,” I tell the cocky prince watching as his smirk disappears. “I’m not here to fight them and I’m not here to become Freeza’s dog. I’m here for one thing and one thing only.”

“And, just what is that?” growls Vegeta taking my arrogant tone for refusal.

“You.”

Confusion flashes over Vegeta’s features.

I step into his personal space, “By the end of today I plan to have you naked and pinned beneath me, saiyan no ouji,” I state unable to keep a wicked grin from my mouth as his face flushes bright red.

“Bastard! How dare you even think such a thing! I will grind you into the dirt like the low class trash you are!” Bellows Nappa, hot puff of air steam out his nostrils like a bull, I wonder if he’s seeing red. “Let me at him Vegeta-sama. I’ll die before I let some no name dog make such claims on your person.”

Vegeta raises a hand and Nappa quiets reluctantly. It takes the prince a moment to compose himself. “Big words, cur,” he growl with such heat to make it a shout without raising his voice. “I offered you a chance to fight at my side, but now I see I’m going to have to show you just how powerless you are. You can go over and fight alongside the other trash.” He turns giving me his back to walk away. In a flash I ‘It” away and reappear in his face once more.

“I told you I’m not here for them,” I half growl half purr, closing my hand over one of his wrists. His startled look has me wanting to rip his armor off and take him right here and now, the others be damned.

“Yah!” he shouts in my face and I’m momentarily blinded as a ki blast hits me right in the kisser. It doesn’t really hurt, stings like hell and gave my prey the opportunity to escape my grasp. My blood heats as I shake the spots from my vision and spot him standing before his body guard and plant soldiers. Ruffled your feathers saiyan no ouji? Oh I plan to do so much more than that.

To the side my human self finishes his opponent, not sensing that the plant man still has plenty of fight left in him. He glances in our direction, curious as to what’s going on. The saibaman takes the offered opportunity.

Everyone’s shocked when I blast the little creep before he can latch onto my human self, pieces of green meat and entrails splatter over the gawking humans, demi saiyan, and namek.

“M-man,” stammers my human self, looking at the monster’s scattered remains, “that little creep wasn’t down and out at all. Man, if he’d gotten a hold of me… I don’t even want to think about it.” My counterpart pales and goes weak in the knees. I feel embarrassment watching him and start to wish he wasn’t present, at least not with Vegeta here. I’m not that person any more.

“Hey guys,” manages Krillin, shaken from what he’s just seen. “Maybe this other Yamacha ‘is’ on our side?” he turns to look at his companions.

Piccolo’s face is flushed as he shakes his head. “No Krillin, he’s defiantly not here to help us.”

Damn, forgot nameks have very sensitive hearing, probably heard that little bit about pinning Vegeta.

I smirk addressing the group of would be hero. “I’m not here to fight you and I’m not here to join your either. I have my own agenda, but lucky for you it involves taking down your foes. If fact, you might as well go home and let me handle this, these two aren’t opponents you can handle right now.”

“Right now,” growls Piccolo in rage. “You speak as if you know anything about us and this battle.”

“Piccolo, don’t make him angry,” said Krillin to his side.

“Shut up I think it’s time he see what this stranger is really made of,” growls Piccolo starting to power up.

“Tsk,” I hiss under my breath. “You always did have a lot of bottled up rage Piccolo. Yes, I know for a fact you’re not ready for this fight, because I’m from the future and you die today.”

That stops him short. “What?”

“Enough talk,” growls Nappa. “Saibamen kill them! Kill them all!”

The little green men hiss and launch themselves at the nearest opponent. There’s too many for me to protect everyone, but I need not have worried, they’re not ‘that’ weak.

Chaozu cries out and flees as one saibaman slashes at him with his claws, but Tien is there delivering a swift kick to its gut before it can give chase. He snatches the creature up into a choke hold and crushes its wind pipe. Krillin powers up and drops to the ground right as the saibaman that targeted him leaps over his head. Leaning back he rolls on his back and kicks up with one foot, booting the green creature into the air. His clenched fingers glow with ki as he launches a ki blast at the flying creature, blowing it to pieces. Piccolo’s arms stretch out at the one racing towards him. The beast deflects the first strike, but is caught by the foot with the second hand. It squeals as the namek whips it up and slams it into the ground. Turning he snaps his arm around swinging the dazed saibaman into a boulder. It turns into a green stain on the rock. The last saibaman charges Gohan, but the little kid is too scared to defend himself and the creature’s first strike slashes two bloody gashes on his arm. Hearing his pupil cry out in pain Piccolo is quick to get between them. A ki blast from his mouth roasts the saibaman where he stands.

“Nappa,” tsks Vegeta to his stun body guard. “Those soldiers aren’t cheap you know, did you get a bad batch?”

“No, those are the ones that survived that crazy battle on Alderand, they should all be good.”

“Ha,” said Tien taking a step towards the pair of saiyans. “Maybe we’re not as weak as you think we are.”

“No,” I say stepping between the triclops and pair. “They have a much better idea of your strength then you do theirs. Do not interfere,” I say not even looking back at them. “This is my fight.”

“Like hell it is,” growls Tien. “I don’t know who you are or where you came from, but we’ve been training for a whole year for this battle. What right do you have to just show up and expect us to trust you. You’re a saiyan just like them, how do we know this isn’t some kind of trick?”

“Yah!” pipes in Chaozu.

“Son Goku, he’s a saiyan too is he not?” I answer, glancing over my shoulder at the triclops.

“Th-that’s different!” shouted back Tien. “I’ve known him since he was a small boy. I trust him with my life.”

“I’ve know you for a very long time as well,” I tell Tien turning my attention back to the saiyan before us. “We’ve fought many battles together. I remember well training with you at Kami’s look out for the arrival of the saiyans.”

“That’s impossible,” breathes Tien looking at my human counterpart.

Yamacha shakes his head wildly face slightly panicked.

“I’ll explain everything later, but right now… is not the time.”

Tien hesitates before nodding. “I’ll let you have your go at them first, but I’m staying. You might need help.”

A wicked grin crosses my face. “I appreciate your concern, but it’s not needed. Plus if you stay you might see something you’ll find disturbing. I have his” –quick gesture with my thumb at the human Yamacha- “Memories, but I’m not him. Not anymore.”

“Thanks for the warning, but we’ll stay,” said Tien tensing as if ready to fight to remain.

“Suit yourself,” it makes no difference to me.

Tbc

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Turning Back Time