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angelfccdie:

Whis took a moment to look over Gohan, and his expression spoke to some measure of both amusement and hesitation. Goku and his circle of friends and family really were quite odd.

“Well, we have quite a history behind us, you know.” He paused. He was not quite in the habit of singing Beerus’… destructive praises. Most already knew them quite well and had no interest in hearing them again. “I suppose it must be hard for you to imagine, knowing us at this time, but… it’s not been at all uncommon for Lord Beerus to destroy a world simply because the food was adequate but not amazing. I could regale you with the tales themselves, if you really wanted to sit through it all.”

“Maybe,” he agreed good-naturedly. “Though I am inclined to believe otherwise. But that’s no concern of mine.”

Oh. Well.

Others knew of Beerus’ destructive nature, but those bits of information hadn’t crossed Gohan’s path. He knew that he was powerful, that he was a God, but the grittier details had been glossed over in favor of the fact that he could be ‘bought’ with the promise of food. All the one-armed male had really seen amounted to little more than an overgrown house cat, and the same could be said of Whis. He was powerful, yes, but simply seemed to only care about food. The idea that either of them would ever kill anyone, let alone destroy an entire planet...

“Why would he destroy a planet because of that?” And a confused blink at that. “That seems rather extreme. How could they possibly make him better food if he destroyed it?”

... probably not what he should have gathered from Whis’ admission.

“So you wouldn’t want to know about another timeline’s version of yourself.” It should have been a question, though Gohan was confident in simply stating it. After all, it seemed... logical to him. There was no other way for Whis to be so confident in his assertion if it wasn’t what he already felt. “... why? You’re not... curious about what type of person he might be?”

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xatalxst:

“No, with Gero gone you have no need to obey his wishes. He died for a reason, just as you are here for a reason.”

He raised his hand, a staff materializing in it as he gripped it, and tapped lightly on the floor. Should he tell him? Should he show him how Gero was dead? Should he use his magic to force that truth onto him?

No, forcing would do nothing, and the staff continued to rhythmically tap at the floor in thought.

“What did that man have planned for you, that I do not have the power to change? My boy…”

Perhaps sharing his identity would be needed, Gohan was already in his home, and it might change his perspective just a little.

“You are speaking to Fate itself, and I know that what Gero had in store for you was and is not your real purpose in this vast universe.”

It was the truth, but whether or not he was to believed was not up to him.

Tap, tap, tap.

He found himself staring at the cane, eyes fixated as it beat rhythmically against the floor. It made such a loud noise, and it should have felt like it was drilling into his skull-- when instead it seemed almost hypnotic. Soothing would have been pushing it too far, but it was easy to sit and stare and allow his thoughts to all-but-vanish for the moment.

Tap, tap, tap.

The sudden halt had him blinking before his gaze shifted back to the light-haired man. Words were on the tip of his tongue but they dissolved in the face of this new development. The knowledge over just who he was speaking to...

“Fate.” The word felt heavy on his lips as he repeated it. “Fate... does not exist.”

It was both what he believed, and a bit of denial in an attempt to avoid what was likely an unpleasant truth. The idea of Fate would mean that the events of his timeline were preordained and expected to happen. The androids had been meant to destroy near-everyone and Goh- and he had been meant to fight them alone... and fail.

“There is... only what Gero has... instructed me to do. He... created me. I am his... tool.”

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angryspacegirl

@lefttodoright

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Serori snorted as she gripped at her shoulder and rolled her arm back and forth. “If I wanted you dead, and thought I could make that happen, why would I waste the effort tricking you into sparring? Wouldn’t it make more sense just to have killed you from the onset?” She wasn’t sure if her characteristic bluntness would actually set Gohan at ease, but the reasoning made sense to her. To her credit, outside of the possession incident, she’d yet to use lethal force on Earth, and that was a track record she fully intended on keeping.

Working her fingers underneath the weighted guards around her wrist, she twisted them off one after the other, and then tugged her similarly-heavy gi off from her shoulders. She snatched the metal emblem that hung from a leather strap from the discarded red garment and tied it back over her shoulder. “That should be good for now,” she murmured, more to herself than anything else. She’d purposefully avoided reading into his energy with her scouter as a means of keeping things interesting, and returned her gaze across the field to meet with Gohan’s own. “No deathmatch. Just a normal training fight.”

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She had several good points, and Gohan found himself letting out a small hum of agreement. True, if she had wanted to kill him then she would have just done it outright. As for the question of whether or not she could... yes, he was confident she had the strength and skills to beat him, especially if she caught him off guard.

The real question then was would he stay dead-- and that was a decided no. From there... things would likely swing out of Serori’s favor, and it would all-too-easily turn into a mess that they both would probably rather avoid. Best to just keep the whole killing thing out of their relationship.

His own preparation for the figh- for the spar was less intensive. Even though he had taken to wearing more casual clothing now that he was back in the past, Gohan had donned the iconic orange gi when Serori had asked to meet him for a training session. Bulma had offered to make him his own saiyan training armor and he knew it would give him an edge he sorely needed, but Gohan had passed, preferring to indulge himself in something that felt a bit more like home.

“Normal training, huh?” He smiled after a moment before making a motion to bow towards her, indicating the start of an honorable session. A shift then to straighten, booted foot twisting against the grass, and Gohan moved towards her.

In an actual fight he would have cut pretenses and gone super immediately, but here he was curious to see just what she was capable of.. No ki, just basic punches meant to try to draw her forward. An ankle sweep would follow it if she seemed off guard to try to hook her leg and knock her to the ground.

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angryspacegirl:

“Yeah, grown back.” Not that she remembered much of the process. Sedated and fully submerged in the medical fluid, she’d nearly passed out from the shock of seeing loose, ribbonlike strips of flesh hanging from her shoulder. It hadn’t taken much to put her completely under, and the injection of more fluid, thinning the oxygen in the tank and stealing the breath from her lungs, had more than done the trick.

“I dunno if you’ve ever heard of Planet Ikonda, but the medical advances made there are unbelievable.” The corners of her mouth twitched downward. “Not that disposable ground soldiers like me got to use them much.” She resisted the urge to run her fingers up under her shirt and over her scar, as if to remind herself that she’d been one of the lucky ones. “Expensive, takes a lot of power, that sort of thing. Most people just get fitted with cybernetics.” Usually unwillingly, at least to a point.

It had felt like a lecture, Gohan’s short speech about living in a warzone, and Serori was the last person who needed to hear it. Having spent three years and change on the front lines herself, the ability to simply not dwell on the past seemed a luxury she’d never be entitled to. Letting go of what happened on that damned planet was as close to impossible as she could think of, not that she expected anyone who hadn’t been there to get that.

Even so, Gohan appeared to understand something about a life of hardship, far more than most of Earth’s residents. Coupled with their shared Saiyan heritage and the curious coincidence of their arms, and Serori had to admit feeling less disdain than usual for someone who had interrupted her day. “I’m Serori,” she offered, extending a hand towards Gohan’s good side.

“Man, I’d give my left arm for technology like that.” He paused before grinning wryly. “Oh, wait.”

Gohan could tell that she seemed to be debating over whether or not to actually give her name. Their conversation leading up to this moment felt almost like a test, and she was now determining if he had passed. Tick, tock, tick, tock...

“Serori?” He repeated her name as he grasped her hand, giving it a good shake as he smiled. “Nice name.”

After a moment he released her hand. “So what do you do around here? Earth doesn’t seem like the type of place that a saiyan would enjoy.” Yes, there was his father and Vegeta, but the former had suffered from a brain injury and the latter had been given no choice at first.

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seethx:

Gohan got it all ready for the two of them. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to keep them going. He almost felt guilty if he ate a large amount of food at once. So sometimes, he didn’t eat a lot. But saiyans work off so much by fighting, and they need to have energy. Perhaps Bulma could make some sort of high energy meal for the two. It was something to ask, but she did have a lot on her plate already.

“Here…”

“We’ll eat first, and then we can go out if you want. Perhaps we can move some of the surviors else where.”

Baifan was his twin. He knew what he was thinking. The look on his face said it all. He didn’t want his brother going out there all alone. It would be too much for him to handle. Besides, he hadn’t gotten out in a while. Perhaps stretching his legs, and help fighting is what he needed.

Baifan stiffened at Gohan’s words. “Go out...?” Embarrassment was the first emotion that colored his words, followed by a sense of indignation. “For...?”

Because he had to at least make an attempt to pretend he didn’t know what his twin could have possibly been talking about.

It only took him a moment to let out a heavy huff, knowing that there was no point in trying to keep this charade up. Baifan pushed his food around listlessly, his hunger struggling to fight against his lack of appetite in order to prompt him to actually eat. A moment later had him mindlessly chewing on a piece of something that was probably a protein bar, though it tasted entirely like he was biting into a bar of chalk.

“... I don’t want you coming with me.” Softly, quietly. He found he couldn’t look over at his twin either, not while he was saying any of this. “I’m not... I’m not gonna come back, ‘han. Either I kill them or they kill me and... and if that’s what happens, they’re gonna need you.”

#|| V;; TWINS ||#seethx #q.!

smolsaiyan:

This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. True, Mister Trunks said that his mentor was indeed supposed to die, but how…It was all wrong. Even if she couldn’t save his life in the end without screwing up her boss’s future, she had to at least make sure nothing went wrong here. The light enveloping the young hybrid dissipated, and with a charge of her ki, she sped away to the scene.

‘I gotta do something…’

As Android 18 spoke, Cheri drew closer; faster and faster until she could knock the blonde away from the older half-saiyan, dust getting kicked up into the air as she stopped in mid air. Red eyes glanced over her shoulder to him, smiling all the while, yet she said nothing. Instead, her attention returned to the android staggering to her feet.

Normally the presence of the future warrior (or any warrior from the future) was simply accepted, if not straight out ignored. Perhaps it was a bit of Chronoa’s magic that allowed for their presence to just be wiped away from memory. It was an easy-enough bit of reeditting to do when the fixed scrolls were replaced.

Most people didn’t have one of the Grand Kai’s watching over them though, and his power was one that surpassed even Chronoa’s.

Dark eyes went wide when 18 was suddenly slammed away from him. His mouth dropped open slightly before he started to pull himself to his feet. This... wasn’t right. It wasn’t right there were no others who had this strength left.

“No-- stop--” His good arm was outstretched before Gohan summoned his strength back, golden aura wrapping around him as he launched himself forward to follow the girl.

The androids, for their part, at least seemed too stunned to do much more than simply block against the girl.

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eruditiety:

Genza snorted, easily looking away from Gohan to continue his own work.

He was easily grumpy if he didn’t think someone could actually understand him.

He wasn’t as patient with Genza’s behavior as Bulma and Mirai were. It wasn’t out of any desire to make the other’s life more difficult. Gohan lacked patience for a lot of things anymore.

“If something is bothering you, you could just tell me.”

#eruditiety #//'just tell me what's wrong o h m y go d

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@lefttodoright said: “Genza. /No/.”

This time it’s just the middle finger.

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A huff and a small roll of his eyes. If Genza wanted to be this difficult then Gohan wasn’t going to play around and humor him.

“A’ight then. Have fun.”

#eruditiety #//rude

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ncne:

“Me? Well… I can’t say I’m anyone important, ahaha~”

Of course, that might not entirely be the case. He had been hunting for a few days but had yet to find anyone fun enough to satisfy him, so for this young man, None might become very important very soon.

Though he decided not to pull out his sword yet. The fun and satisfaction only came from someone worthwhile, and he had yet to discern that was the case.

(And it wasn’t as if Towa or his other superiors had actually sent him to kill people like that, recently.)

“Tell me who you are, tough. Can’t be only taking in a good relationship~”

Anyone with any knowledge of the timelines would have been able to recognize him for who he truly was. Gero hadn’t made any attempt to change his appearance, wanting instead to ensure that he would always see his old self if he ever looked in a mirror, and wanting to force Bulma and Trunks to see his face when he went after that. It was just another layer of cruelty to his actions.

“My designation is Twenty One.” He spoke flatly as he stared at the unimportant man.

“I ask you again, who are you?” And this time the question was followed by ki gathering in the palm of one hand. “Failure to answer will be deemed a threat to doctor Gero.” And all threats needed to be eliminated.

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magicalmachine6:

By the time they reach the lab, Six is feeling light-headed, both from her still-bleeding nose and the impact she’d taken to her head. The trip was mostly a blur, the child in a haze from her injuries. She lets out a small cry as her back slams against the hard floor, staying down and not moving at all as the two adults talked.

“…”

Six recoils from Bulma’s touch, her eyes showing fear as if the stranger meant her harm. Despite the dizzy haze she’s suffering through, she still remembered what the man in orange had wanted.

“N… no… ‘periments…”

There are tears in her eyes, the child utterly terrified of what might happen at the hands of these two strangers… after all, she was clearly the scientist here, she could likely do far worse than a broken nose and injured shoulder.

“Shh...” A soft noise escaped Bulma as she smiled gently at the girl. It was followed by her shifting as she stood, and then light footsteps as she moved away-- though only for a moment.

When the woman returned she crouched down again, and this time a plastic clear container was visible in her hands. Bulma placed it on the ground between herself and the girl before opening it, making it easier to see the contents. Bandages, band-aids, antiseptic ointment-- some of the supplies were a bit low, but it was a standard first aid kit.

“There’s some tylenol in here. I don’t know if that would help you, but you’re welcome to take some. Bandages as well. I can get you a washcloth if you’d like to clean up the blood on your face.”

Mentally, she could feel herself itching to help take care of the girl, but her fear was practically palpable.

#|| V;; ANDROIDS ||#magicalmachine6 #q.!#//do not fear bulma she is Nice

scngohan:

“–Maybe.” it came out gruff, an almost abruptness, but absent of anger. No, there was an understanding to his tone, Gohan’s posture only slightly tense as he shifted, took another drag of that cigarette, exhaling before he continued, “but I get it. That mindset.” indeed, there was a violence and an anger to Gohan’s gaze as he thought on this, it looked as though it might consume him, perhaps it already had.

“Sometimes y’gotta do some nasty shit to get results.”

Sometimes you had to do some nasty shit just to keep from losing your mind. Sometimes you also needed to take a step back before it consumed you.

There was no point in voicing either of those thoughts out loud, since it was undoubtedly something that the alter version of himself already knew. Why belabor the obvious if he was choosing to simply ignore it? Lord knew that he had made plenty of his own stupid mistakes due to his headstrong nature, and being called out on it rarely had the effect of getting him to change.

“I suppose I’m lucky. It’s a lot easier for me to distance myself from my past since I was dead for a decade. People tend to turn a blind eye to what you might’ve done... at least the people in my life have.” There were... others that the same couldn’t be said for, though Gohan was well aware that the circumstances behind his death and another’s were very, very different.

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rangvr:

Minding his own business, and suddnly a large amount of force was added to his back. The young android had little time to react, and he fell forward, face first into the ground. A small grunt of annoyance escaped his lips. It was hard to sense anything, seeing his creator was so kind enough not to have that added.

Blue eyes found the young fighter, Gohan. Oh it was no suprise to see him here. He always liked to invade his fun. Seventeen reacted in time. Slender hands gripped the other’s, and flipped him over. He then got to his feet before Gohan could do anything else.

He was calm, breathing in and out softly, “ Not so kind of you to push people around, Gohan. Didn’t your mother teach you better? ”

Gohan twisted himself so that he landed on his feet, crouched forward and muscles taunt as he was ready to spring again. There was a dangerous and vicious fire in his eyes that was tinged with an edge of desperation. Time and again he went after this monster, and time and again he was unsuccessful in stopping him.

-- of course, most times the twin terrors were together. Discovering one of them alone was a rarity, and if there were to ever be a time for him to gain the upper hand--

He launched himself forward, ki wrapping around his fist as he aimed a punch directly at the android’s face. It would be dodged inevitably, and the motion was followed by a twist of his body and a sharp knee aimed at the other’s side.

#|| V;; ANDROIDS ||#rangvr #q.!#//HMM WHERE SHOULD THIS GO THO #//i feel like. this should turn into something canon divergent from here

xatalxst:

“Even if I were to tell you, you would be acting out my plans for you regardless.”

The tone was almost dismissive, a sort of it doesn’t matter underlying a hand wave of the explanation. The highest expectation for the end-game was for mortals as a whole to become enlightened and reach the pinnacle of who they could be.

“If I am to be frank, no one you know and yourself will be able to see the end of this all. This plan of mine has been going on for billions of years, and billions more until the goal is achieved.

Don’t worry about something you won’t live to see.”

That was a simple statement; fact. Even if Gohan was not murdered again, his life-span was so short he wouldn’t see much change that would bring his plan into view.

Well, that was a highly unsatisfactory answer, and Gohan did little to hide that. He frowned, hand resting against his hip. “Huh.

“If I won’t live to see it, then why was I brought back?”

It was a question that Gohan had asked him before, and one that the Fourth had danced around without actually giving him an answer. Gohan had accepted it at the time, but time had turned it into an itch in the back of his thoughts that he desperately had to scratch. Why. A god of the Fourth’s power wouldn’t do such a thing without having a reason for it.

“Yes, I’m grateful-” An attempt to halt whatever response the Fourth might have to try to switch the focus of the conversation. “But there’s-- Trunks already saved this timeline, and he’s the one who’s leading the Time Patrol now. My presence here is unneeded. It’s not unwelcomed, but I don’t need to be here. So then, why?”

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@lefttodoright

He had seen this coming. The boy was reckless, but the Fourth knew he meant well. Still, again, the boy was not meant to die here, and now. A small sigh came from the deity as he knelt next to Gohan, hand ghosting over his forehead as he whispered an incantation.

Slowly, the injured man’s wounds closed, and the Fourth stood back up.

“Must you worry me like this?”

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It felt like a rush of cold water racing through his veins as broken bones and torn flesh knit back together. Gohan blinked as his lifted his gaze, lips curving into a smile at the sight of his savior. The Fourth.

“Shouldn’t you already know the answer to that question?” He was teasing, but they both knew it was yes. It just wasn’t in Gohan’s nature to turn meek and shy away from danger. The androids were gone, but that didn’t mean there weren’t threats in the world that needed to be dealt with. True, there was Trunks, but... How could Gohan live with himself if he allowed it all to fall onto the other’s shoulders?

A small grunt escaped him as Gohan pushed himself to his feet. His wounds were healed but his body felt still and cramped, and it took him a few moments to get his arms to limber up. “... Why were you even here?” Gohan could guess the answer, but he was curious to see what the Fourth’s own explanation would be.

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