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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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My body was heavy, but not in a bad way. Heavy with unused energy. My eyes opened easily and I sat up. I was instantly greeted by a worried, teary voice, “Story!” and someone rushed over to me. He was so familiar, it hurt, but I couldn’t remember him. “Story? Can you hear me?”

Can I hear him? What a stupid question. Of course I can. “Yes.”

“Do you know who I am?”

I shook my head.

“Shit,” he spat, running his hand through his hair. That gesture was familiar, but I couldn’t place it. “Your father said that might happen.” He turned and went toward the door. “Stay right there. I’ll be right back.” He left quickly. The sound of a crying baby came to me slowly and he came back, carrying a fussy, black-haired, silver-eyed baby.

I jumped up, instantly recognizing my son. “Give him to me.” I still didn’t recognize the man, but I knew this was my son. I didn’t want a stranger holding my son. “Give my son to me.”

“He’s my son, too, Story,” he said softly. “I’m his father. I’m Gohan.”

I shook my head. “I don’t know you, how can I-” then it flooded back. The word “Gohan” echoed in my head over and over and the memories I had with him came back. “Oh!” I said, covering my mouth and blushing. “Oh, my God, you delivered my son.”

He nodded. “Our son.”

“Our son,” I fixed. “I’m sorry, how could I forget you?”

“Your father said that since you were dead for about fifteen minutes, when you came back, your memories would be a little fuzzy. He said to remind you of who I am and who you and your son are instantly.” He walked closer, holding the baby out.

I took him, gently, staring down at that beautiful face. He looked more like Gohan than me, but he had my eyes and my lips. “He’s so beautiful, Gohan,” I said softly.

He smiled. “Yes. I remembered a conversation we had once, about names, and I remembered you had a special liking for the name, ‘Denate.’ So that’s what his name is.”

I felt tears in my eyes as I held my son. “How old is he?”

“Two days.”

“I missed two days of his life!?” I nearly shrieked. This upset the baby and I quickly quieted him, cooing softly, kissing his beautiful forehead. “He’s so beautiful.”

“He is.”

“Oh, Denate, baby, my delicate little baby, my perfect son. You are so beautiful. You’re worth everything that happened. I’d do it all again if I had to.” I kissed his forehead, not missing Gohan’s wince. “What?” I said, looking up at him. My eyes went wide. “Don’t tell me I can’t have anymore kids.”

He looked shocked, eyes going wide, then he laughed softly. “No, you’re perfectly healed. You can. It’s just . . . I’m not sure I’d want to go through that again.”

I smiled. “We can wait, don’t worry. At least until we’re married. That means no sex.”

He frowned. “We’ll have to be married soon then.”

“Why?”

“Nine years is a long time. Wait, you want to have more kids? After nearly dying?”

I looked down at my son. “If they’re all as perfect as he is, I’d go through it again and think of it as my best day ever.”

He hugged me, softly, gently. “I love you, Story. I love you, too, Denate.” He bent, kissed my forehead, then kissed his son’s forehead. “But we don’t have time for any more introductions. Your father wants to meet you.”

I looked up at that. “What? My father?”

His eyes softened. “I told you that you belonged in this time.”

“My father?” My eyes were wide. “Really?”

He nodded. “Yes. He’s been searching for you for years, Story. He told us about everything.”

“But I don’t have a father. I was created.”

“No, you have a father. His story holds true with everything about you. It even makes sense about your time traveling.”

I hugged my son to me, shaking in fear and excitement. “I have a father.”

“Yes, you do.” He hugged me to him gently. “You have a father and he is frantic over you. He loves you, Story, and he missed you greatly. He’s sorry for everything he did in his past and he asks you to keep an open mind when you find out who he is.”

“What?”

“He wants you to love him, the way he loves you.”

“Of course I love him!”

“He’s afraid you won’t, after you find out who he is and what he’s done.”

I shook my head. “There’s nothing my father could’ve done that would’ve made me hate him.”

“Keep that in mind. He’s in the living room.”

I looked up at the door. “He is?”

“Yea. Here, give me Denate and you go on through that door. You may want your hands free.”

In nodded and gave him over, kissing him one last time. “Okay, but be careful with him.”

He scoffed. “Yea, I’m going to throw him through a wall. Story, of course, I’ll be careful with him! I haven’t waited nine years for him to throw him around.”

I smiled at that, but it was only a half-smile, and started toward the door. It felt like a dream, like everything was strange, when I entered the living room. There were two people in there, just two. Androids Seventeen and Eighteen. Seventeen looked up when I came in and he stood, eyes wide, a little teary.

I stared at them. Where was my--oh, God. Android Seventeen is my father!? No, no way. “Is-is father-”

“I’m your dad, Story,” he said softly.

I stared at him. “What?”

He nodded. “Story, I’m sorry. About everything. I never knew--I never-” He stopped, took a deep breath. “Story, I am your father.”

I stared at him, walking slowly closer. For a moment, I wasn’t sure if I was going to hit him or hug him, but then I threw my arms around his waist. It took him no more than a second to hug back and I was crying. “Dad.”

He nodded, holding me closer. “I’m so sorry, Story.”

“What happened?”

“I’ll tell you everything. Sit down, Story. Listen.”

I pulled away and sat next to Eighteen-my aunt. I smiled at her and she hugged me. “Hi, Eighteen.”

“Hey, Story.”

“Okay, so this is a strange story. Keep an open mind. You were conceived almost nineteen years ago, but you were born three months early. Doctor Gero was my only chance of keeping you alive. Eighteen and I have been Androids for a long, long time, Story. I was an Android when you were conceived. Your mother was human. She died in the birth, but I took you to Doctor Gero and he put you in a test tube, helped you develop. It took two years, but you were finally able to come out and you were fine. Except one thing. Two weeks after you came out, I was playing with you, teaching you what you’d never learnt, and you just disappeared. There was no warning, nothing. You were just gone. Eighteen was there with me and we searched for you for years. When you didn’t show up, that was when we started killing everyone. I thought it was your human mother’s fault for not being able to keep you safe. I felt it was her fault you’d had to be put in a test tube. So I was making every human suffer for what I felt she had done.

“What I knew, but wouldn’t acknowledge is that I was at fault for it. What I didn’t know was that Trunks was at fault for your disappearance. You see, for some reason, when he went back in time, it did something to you. I don’t understand why, but even though you were years behind him going into the past, it made things mess up. It gave you the ability to time travel. Goku thinks it’s because he screwed up your destiny. He thinks you were supposed to be the one to take Eighteen and me out and since he went into the past to bring everyone back, he screwed your destiny up and you lost your place in this time. He thinks that before you came out of the development tube, you were struggling with the time travel, but that you couldn’t do it yet. Once you were out, there was nothing stopping that ability and you succumbed to it. He thinks that because he went back and screwed everything up, he destroyed your destiny and since he destroyed your destiny in this world, you had no more ties to this time, so you started to time travel, to find a tie.

“It makes sense, except one thing. You disappeared in this time period, but what about Trunks’ time? What happened to you then that made you disappear? Did you time travel there or were you killed or were you kidnapped? Nobody can answer that, nobody save for Mirai Trunks, and he’s not here.” He cocked his head slightly to the left. “So now here we are. You know of what I did in that time period, what I did here. Can you forgive me?”

“You were the one who killed everyone in that time,” I said softly.

He nodded. “Yes.”

I thought about it. “Yes. I can forgive you. Of course I can. You’re my father. I love you.”

He smiled, held his arms out and I jumped into them. “Eighteen, join the family hug.”

Eighteen came to my side and the three of us hugged.

“Gohan, bring Denate and come over to join. You’re family, too, now,” Seventeen said softly.

He smiled and came slowly, holding Denate gently, and he came at my other side. “I’m glad it worked out.”

“Not as glad as I am, I can guarantee that,” my father said. My father . . . wow. It felt weird to say that.

I pulled away, smiling. “I’m happy, too.”

Seventeen frowned. “Story, can I talk to you outside?”

I nodded. “Yea.” I followed him outside. “What’s up?”

“I’ve been thinking about this and I’ve decided I really want to do it. Can you time travel to the other time area to where Gohan is being murdered? I want to stop his murder.”

“I can, but we’d have to make Gohan pretend to be dead, or it would screw up the future.”

He nodded. “We can do that”

“Okay. Grab my arm.”

“Story, focus strongly on that time, on the day Gohan Son died at the hands of Androids. Focus just on that. It’ll make you go straight to that time.”

I nodded. “Thanks.” I put my entire mind on that day and pulled at that time traveling ability. It came, stronger than ever before, and filled me and my father. A second later, faster than I’d ever traveled, I was watching Gohan, one-armed, getting beaten badly. I started forward.

Seventeen grabbed my shoulder. “No, you stay back. This is my fight.” He ran forward quickly, jumping in front of Gohan as Eighteen sent a blast. He absorbed that blast and all three pairs of eyes went wide. “It’s time to stop this! You can’t do this anymore! Look, I know you’re missing your daughter, but she wouldn’t abide by this. You can’t kill Gohan.”

Gohan stared at the Android in front of him, eyes wide, backing away. “What’s going on? Why are there two of you?”

My seventeen looked back. “I’m from a completely different time.” He looked back up at himself. “Story would never approve of this, Seventeen, Eighteen. If you want proof, she’s right over there. Ask her.”

All eyes turned to me. Gohan’s eyes widened and he ran to me. “Story, is that you?”

“Gohan, hi.” I smiled.

He smiled back. “Story, you-you’re here!”

“Yea. But Gohan, you have to pretend to be dead when Trunks comes.”

He nodded. “Yes, okay.”

I could hear my father explaining the plan to the other two Androids.

“We won’t just let that little twerp kill us!” I heard Eighteen say.

“No, you just have to hold out until we tell Trunks everything. Can you do that?”

She nodded. “Of course.”

“And you, Gohan,” I said, “have to stay hidden and pretend to be dead until then, too. Got it?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

“After Trunks leaves, I’ll heal you. Now lie down and pretend to be dead.” I looked up at my fathers and my aunt. “We have to hide!” We left quickly, hiding. It was interesting to watch the scene, to see me appear, to see Gohan pretend I hadn’t already been there. I wondered vaguely if this happened while I was there. Then I knew, yes, it had. Gohan Son had never truly died here.

Trunks transformed, then marked her and everyone left. Gohan stood and ran over to us. “All right, now what?”

“Lay down. This healing will need more than my blood.” I was going to regenerate Gohan’s lost arm. He lay down and I put my hands on his chest and concentrated my power into him, feeling his arm grow back. A few moments later, I was drained, but he was fully healed.

He sat up, flexing his new arm. “This is great!” He smiled at me. “Bite me, Story, regain your power.”

I shook my head. “I can’t. I’m engaged.”

He frowned. “What?”

“I’m engaged to you, in the other time.”

“That means . . . I’ll have to live . . . without you?”

I shook my head. “No, there’s a Story here. She’s like me, except she can’t time travel.”

“Where is she?”

I thought about it. Where would I go? “Kami’s. Look for her at Kami’s. If she’s dead, wish her back to life. She’ll be with King Kai.”

He nodded. “Got it.”

“One other thing. Goku may not be able to come back, but the rest of them can.”

“What are you talking about?” he asked, frowning.

“Without Trunks knowing, go to Burama. Tell her to build a space ship. Go to Namek and bring Dende here. Have him create new Dragon Balls. All new, completely. If you make it completely new, it’ll take a hundred days, but you’ll be able to wish everyone, even the people who died twice, back to life. Kuririn, Yamucha, Tien--they’ll all come back. In a few years, there may be someone named Buu who will come here. Goku will come to life to beat him. Someone will give their life up for his. And you’ll become incredibly strong. You and Trunks and your father and Vejita will be the only thing that will be able to save the Earth. If Goku comes to life before then, it may be possible that you’ll have a little brother. If he comes to life after then, you’ll still have a little brother. Take care of him, Gohan.”

He nodded. “Of course. And that’s a great idea. To bring them all back.” He smiled. “No wonder I love you.”

I grinned. “I’m smart, of course!”

He laughed. “Yes. I will do what you say.”

I stood, turned, to find my fathers and my aunt staring at me. “What?”

One of the Seventeens, not sure which, hugged me. “You’re my daughter, huh?”

I nodded. “Hi.”

“And my daughter is here? She’s alive?”

“If she is, she’ll be somewhere she can train. Look in places that she’ll train in.”

He nodded. “Got it!” He moved back. “I’m glad you came, Story. I’m glad you stopped me from killing him.” He looked over at Gohan. “And Gohan, I am sorry for what we’ve done. I will do all in my power to help make up for our transgressions.”

Gohan nodded. “That will have to wait until they tell Trunks everything, but then you can start becoming a citizen. Help out, and all that. Fight in battles alongside of me when I need you. You two are strong, very strong.”

“Another way you can help is by training Gohan. He’ll get incredibly strong that way,” I said. “Train him to within an inch of his life. Do not hold back on him. When he can take no more, make sure you give him a Senzu. If you have none, train him gentler, but when you have them, make it hard, don’t hold back. He’ll get stronger that way in no time.”

Gohan nodded again. “Yes, it’s true. Saiyans greatly power up after near-death experiences. She’s right, don’t hold back on me.”

He nodded. “Yes, I’ll do so, because my daughter asked me to.”

“I don’t know when Buu will show up, but I am sure he will, so train as hard as you can.”

“Yes, Story. I will.”

I smiled. “Okay, we’re going to leave now. I’ll see you in your future.” I focused my energy, ready to go. The next thing I knew, I was in Burama’s kitchen, Burama was cooking. “Hi,” I said.

She jumped, then turned. Seeing me, she smiled. Seeing Android Seventeen, she screamed. About an hour later, I’d gotten her calmed down and I had explained everything. Afterward, I asked her to explain it to Trunks and I left, saying I would see him once the wedding preparations were ready. I was planning to come back and bring them to my wedding. As for now, I wanted to go home to my new family.

I returned home five minutes after I left. Nobody had even known I had gone anywhere, while, in reality, I’d been gone about a day.

But now . . . I knew that I had finally found a place to call home.
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