Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love of the Past ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Summary: What if Gohan had gone back to the past to warn everyone about the androids instead of Trunks. And he still has his tail. What new problems would this cause? (Gh x Vg)

Disclaimer: I do not own DragonBall Z nor any of its characters. They belong to their creator.

WARNING: This story is Yaoi (male/male pairing). If you don't like it then don't read it. Don't complain to me about it later. The rating is R for now for future limes and might be raised if I decide to attempt a lemon.

A/N: Just a few things before I start the story. One, Mirai no Gohan still has his tail, but his past self doesn't. It's explained why in the story. There are several inconsistencies in the time frame of the show:

1) Trunks doesn't exist, Bulma and Vegeta never get together.

2) Bulma builds the time machine 11 years after the androids arrive which makes Mirai no Gohan 22 when he travel back the first time.

3) Gohan may be a little out of character but keep in mind what he's been through since the androids arrived. (If you've seen The History of Trunks you'll know what I'm talking about.)

4) Vegeta may seem a little out of character but I've characterized him the way I see him. He can't always be tough.

5) I don't remember the exact time frame of when Trunks said the androids would show up from the time he arrived. So if the dates are wrong just try to ignore it. They work well for me in this story.

That's basically it. If you keep these things in mind and try to be open about the story, I think you'll enjoy it. Oh, and the first chapter is in Mirai no Gohan's POV. So, all that said, on with the story!!

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It had been surprisingly easy to defeat Freeza. I had still held onto the fear of him I'd had as a child, but compared to the androids of my time he was nothing. I almost can't believe that I was ever afraid of him. He was all talk and no action. I finished him in under two minutes. He couldn't even lay a hand on me. The others were surprised when they saw me. They arrived just in time to see me finish off Freeza and his father. In my time we all arrived and, after a really hard fight, my dad arrived and helped us finish them off.

So, now we're all sitting around, waiting for my father, who should be arriving in another hour. I think Vegeta was pissed when he saw me. He hasn't reached Super Saiyan yet, and it must really grate on his nerves that I've achieved it as well as my father. Of course, none of the others knows who I am. I haven't given them my true name, that would raise more questions and cause more problems than I'm up to dealing with yet. I've told them my name is Mirai. Which, in a way, is true. I am Mirai no Gohan.

I glance over at my younger self. He's talking to Krillen about seeing his dad again. Yamcha and Tien and sitting off to the side. Yamcha is fidgeting a little. I decapsulized a mini fridge and offered everyone soda's, Yamcha and Krillen are playing with the empty cans. Piccolo drank one of the bottles of water and is now floating in the air a few feet away, meditating. Bulma is fiddling with one of her gadgets. And that brings me to Vegeta. Vegeta has been staring, or should I say glaring, at me for the last two hours. He's also been mumbling to himself under his breath. I don't think he realizes that I can hear him. He can probably tell that I'm not a full Saiyan. I don't smell like one. But I do have the heightened senses. My hearing is probably as good as Vegeta's and my dad's. Course, even if Vegeta did know who I was he probably wouldn't know that I have the heightened senses because they didn't really appear until I reached about fourteen.

The strange thing is, I still have my tail, while my younger self doesn't. I haven't asked why since that would lead to awkward questions of why I want to know. I have to smirk at what Vegeta is saying. I actually don't really mind the fact that he's looking at me. I've been watching him too, although I don't think he's noticed, and it's for an entirely different reason. He's back to wondering how there can be another Saiyan he didn't know about, much less another Super Saiyan. It's the tenth time he's brought that up since we started waiting.

I shake my head, his comments are starting to get old. Finally, I can't take it anymore and respond to his questions.

"Just deal with it and move on." I whisper just load enough for him to hear, turning to look at him fully. "I am a Saiyan and I have achieved the level of Super Saiyan."

His eyes widen for a moment in surprise, then he glares and me for a moment, before turning his back to me. Well, he knows about my hearing now. I shouldn't have said anything, I really don't like to anger or offend him, but it was getting on my nerves. I glance back at my past self, but he hasn't noticed anything. He hasn't been staring at Vegeta either. Apparently there is quite a bit of difference between him and me other than the difference in age. By the time I was his age I had already acknowledge and resigned myself to the fact that I had a crush on the Saiyan Prince. Since then my feelings have deepened, even though this is the first time I've seen him in almost ten years.

As I turn my gaze to the sky I catch sight of Piccolo staring at me out of the corner of my eye. As soon as he realizes that I've seen him, he looks away and resumes his meditation. I'm sure he heard what I said to Vegeta, I know that he hasn't been meditating that deeply. Oh well, it's not like I've given anything away. I can sense my dad coming closer. He'll be here soon. I can't tell if the others have noticed him yet or not, they aren't reacting if they have. But, then again, maybe they aren't trying to find him. I've been able to sense him since I arrived, but then, I've been "keeping an eye on him" so to speak.

I go over what I'm going to say again in my mind. I've pretty much got my speech planed out. I reach into my pocket and feel the small vile of medicine the Bulma in my time gave me just before I left. She's become like a second mother to me since Dad died. I haven't been back to see mom in years, mainly because I can't handle her hanging on me and crying and going on about how her "little boy" is going to get himself killed. I ceased being her little boy, whether she realizes it or not, the day that my father died. And I lost what little was left of my childhood when the androids showed up and killed all the others. It's really good to see everyone again, even if they don't know who I am. I wish that, just for a moment, I could be in my past self's shoes and joke around with Krillen, talk and train with Piccolo, and go fishing with my father. I miss them all so much, even with them all here now I feel like too much an outsider to really enjoy being with them. I pick-up the can of soda beside me and finish it's contents, then disintegrate it with a small ki burst. The others look at as I stand and re-capsulize the mini fridge.

"Goku will be here in a few minutes." I say by way of explanation.

The others frown for a moment, probably reaching out with their ki senses. One by one they detect my father's energy and smile. I merely start walking to where I know he will be landing. The others dispose of their cans and follow me. We reach the area where I remember my father landing and wait. I stand a few meters off to the side, not wanting to interrupt their initial reunion. A few minutes later I can faintly hear the whistling of my dad's ship entering the atmosphere. I look up, noting that Piccolo had already turned his gaze upward and Vegeta had raised his head as well. The others looked at us in confusion for a moment, then copied us, staring up at the sky.

Vegeta and I were probably the first to spot the ship. Piccolo's Namekian hearing may be better than a Saiyan's, but a Saiyan's eyesight is sharper. I watch the ship descending. It's basically a slightly larger version of the ships that Vegeta and Nappa first arrived in. Actually, in my time, Bulma used some of the components and computer systems to construct the time machine I used to come here.

The ship hits the ground hard, creating another crater in the desert landscape. I brace myself against the earthquake it causes and squint a little at the dust cloud kicked up by the impact. Piccolo grilled into me a long time ago to never close your eyes because of a little dust, your enemy can use that to his advantage. After getting pounded several times I finally learned my lesson.

As the dust cloud clears the hatch of the ship opens and my father climbs out. He's wearing a pair of loose white pants and a loose white shirt with a colorful, frilled collar. I remember the outfit, and mom's reaction to it when he got home. I still don't know how he managed to convince her to let him keep it. He kept it in a chest in the back of the closet for years.

"Daddy!" My younger self cries as he rushes up to his father.

They embrace warmly, my father picking him up and putting him on his shoulder. I have to smile a little at that. Father would be surprised at how much I've grown. I'm only a few inches shorter than him now. After they greet each other my father walks toward the rest of the group waiting on the edge of the crater. He puts my younger self down and happily greets his friends. Piccolo and Vegeta stand apart from the welcoming committee but he still greets them warmly. Piccolo merely nods his head in greeting and Vegeta simply grunts. Neither one is very good at showing affection, no matter how they feel.

"Looks like you guys managed to beat Freeza. Who was it?" My father asks, looking around at everyone. "Was it you, Piccolo? Or you Vegeta?"

"Actually it was him." Piccolo replies, nodding in my direction. "Mirai defeated him."

My father looks over at me, just now noticing that I'm there. He looks surprised.

"Really? All by himself?"

My younger self nods happily. "Yeah, dad. Mirai is a Super Saiyan. He beat Freeza and his father easily."
My father's eyes widen slightly as he stares at me. "Really? A Super Saiyan? Wow. That's amazing. A Super Saiyan? At his age?"

"Hn. That's not possible, you know." Vegeta speaks up. "Kakorott, his brat, and I are the only Saiyan's left."

"Well you must have missed one." Piccolo counters. "You saw the same thing we did."

Vegeta simply turns away. I take the opportunity to walk up to my father.

"Fa . . . Goku, may I speak with you?" I ask, before glancing at the others. "Alone?"

He shrugs. "Sure. Hey guys, Mirai and I are going to go talk for a minute. I'll be right back."

We walk back through the crater towards his ship.

"Is this good enough?" He asks as we reach it.

I look back towards the others. Piccolo will probably be able to hear everything, but I trust him not to reveal anything he doesn't need to. Vegeta might be able to hear us, but if we move farther away the others might get suspicious, so I'll have to risk it and hope that he won't reveal anything.

"This is fine." I finally reply, turning back to look at him.

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" He asks, smiling at me.

A few years ago I might have had trouble keeping a smile from appearing on my face. My father just has that effect on people. But now, after everything I've been through, it's easy for me to keep my face serious.

"I've come here to warn you." I start, watching his face turn serious as well. "Vegeta was right when he said that you, Gohan, and he are the only Saiyan's left."

"Huh?"

"I'm not from here. I've come from the future to warn you about a new threat."

"The future? Really?"

"Yes. Two years from now, on an island 90 miles southwest of South City, a destructive duo will appear. That was eleven years ago in my time, and they've been terrorizing the planet ever since."

"Are they aliens?"

"No, androids. Created here on Earth. They've already wiped out a half of the planet's population. I'm fighting them as much as I can, but it's two against one. I've managed to keep the damage down to a minimum. Their favorite form of entertainment right now is pounding me into the ground and afterwards they usually disappear for a month or so."

"Wow?" My father replies, looking concerned, then he looks back up at me. "Wait. What about the other's? Aren't they helping you?"

I shake my head. "They can't. They're all dead. Piccolo, Vegeta, Krillen, Yamcha, Tien, Chaotzu, their all going to lose their lives in the fight against the androids."

"My gosh. That's awful. Wait, what about me? Do I die fighting the androids?"

Again I shake my head. "No. You die before. About a year and a half from now your going to catch a radical new heart virus. You're going to die from it."

"Really? Wow, that sucks. Killed by a virus. I don't even get a chance to fight."

I smile a little now. He's exactly the way I remember him. Always eager and ready to fight.

"I think you can make a difference. That's one of the reasons I came back to this time. There isn't a cure for the virus in this time, but in mine there is." I reach into my pocket and pull out the vile, tossing it to him. "Here. Take this when you start to get sick and you'll be fine."

He catches the vile and looks at it. Then he smiles. "Really? Thanks. Hey, it's purple, I bet its grape!"

I have to shake my head at that. Bulma was one who made up this batch of the medicine. She specifically gave it a grape flavor because it's one of my father's favorite. I faintly hear a snicker and look over his shoulder to see Vegeta shaking his head at his fellow pure bloods antics. Piccolo simply looks embarrassed, probably because my father is stronger than he is, but acts like such a child sometimes.

"Hey, Mirai?"

I turn back to my father. "Yeah?"

"If you're from the future, then that means you're around now, doesn't it?"

"Yes." I'm actually surprised he realized that.

"Do I know you?"

I simply nod my head, then point past him. "Actually, I'm standing right over there."

He collapses on the ground in surprise and I have to laugh when I faintly make out Vegeta's comment.

"He just pointed his finger and Kakorott fell down."

I look at the rest of the group. They seem confused about what it going on, all except Piccolo. He's staring at my younger self in surprise, then he shifts his gaze to me. I smile faintly at him and nod my head. My father finally gets back up and stares at me for a moment.

"Gohan?"

I smile at him. "Yes."

"Wow! You've grown!" He exclaims, his surprised look changing to his trademark smile. "You look great!"

"Thank you." I reply, blushing faintly. "It's really good to see you again father. It's been too long."

The sound of feet crunching on the sand alerts me to the fact that someone is walking toward us. I look up and see Vegeta stalking forward, a deep frown on his face. My father turns see what I'm looking at. He looks surprised to Vegeta come up beside him.

"Vegeta, what are you . . .?" He starts, but Vegeta cuts him off.
"Brat, you expect us to just believe that you are who you say you are?" He asks angrily. "If you're really Kakorott's spawn then why do you still have a tail?"

"Hey, that's right." My father says, noticing the thick tail wrapped around my waist. "Gohan doesn't have his tail anymore. He lost it years ago."

"I don't know why he doesn't have one. I never lost mine. Piccolo tried to remove it a few times while he training me, but it kept coming back. The last time was during the fight with Vegeta and Nappa. Father, you beat Nappa and Vegeta, you killed him because he had lost. My tail grew back and, thanks to the energy ball you created to simulate the moon so you could transform, I transformed into Oozaru form. Yajirobi cut off your tail, Vegeta, and father and I defeated you. After you were knocked out the energy ball disappeared and I returned to normal." I explain, watching their expressions.

"Gohan lost his tail in that fight. Vegeta cut it off right before we defeated him. It never grew back after that." My father explains, looking confused.

"How do you know about the Oozaru form, brat?" Vegeta asks.

I shake my head a little. He's probably not going to be too happy with the answer. It'll probably ruin his tough-guy image. But, he did ask.

"From you." I reply honestly. "In my time, before you died, I asked you to teach me about Saiyan's. You taught me their culture, traditions, history, and other things."

They're both silent for a moment, absorbing the new information. Then my father smiles and starts to laugh.

"Teach? You mean as in sitting down and talking? Vegeta?" He asks incredulously, still laughing.

Vegeta snarls at him, and responds, "And who else was going to teach the boy how to be a true Saiyan? You? You don't know a thing about them. Of course I'd teach the brat if he asked. Someone has to pass down the knowledge of our race."

My father stops laughing and gets a thoughtful look on his face. Then he simply nods.

"That's true."

"So, are you satisfied that I am who I said I am?" I ask, more to Vegeta than my father.

"For now, brat."

"Good." I say, turning to leave.

"Where are you going?" My father asks.

"Back to my time. I'll come back in two years. But it's about time for the androids to strike again." I reply, taking to the air.

"We'll see you in two years then." My father calls after me.

I nod and fly away. As I fly I pull a capsule from my pocket. When I reach a deserted spot I land and decapsulized it, revealing my time machine. I hop in and set the coordinates. The machine rises and is soon swallowed into a vortex of colors. It only takes about minute to get home and I land outside what's left of Capsule Corp.

"Bulma?" I call, climbing out of the machine. "Are you here?"

"Of course I'm here, Gohan. Where else would I be?" She replies, stepping out of the house. "How did it go?"

"Pretty well. My father was surprised when he found out who I was, so was Piccolo. I managed to get Vegeta angry, and I don't think he trusts me, but I gave my father the medicine and warned him about the androids. I think they're going to train for when they come." I say as I re-capsulize the time machine and walk with her back into the house.

"That's great. So, how was everyone?" Bulma asks, sitting down at the battered table in the dinning room.

"They looked fine. It was really great seeing everyone again. I've really missed them." I admit, sitting down as well.

"I'm glad your trip was a success. And the time machine worked just fine?"

"Yep, it worked just the way you said it would."

"Good."

We sit in silence for a moment before a distant explosion shakes the walls of the building. I leap to my feet; instinctively flaring my ki senses, although I know it's in vain. The androids have no ki signal.

"Damn those two. I was hoping they would give me a break this time and come later." I grind out, my teeth clenched as I head for the door.
"Gohan, you just got back. Do you have to fight them so soon?" Bulma calls, even though she knows what my answer will be.

"If I don't then they'll destroy the city and kill lots of innocent people. You know how they are." I call back, already outside.

As I take to the air I can faintly hear her call after me, "I'll get the med room ready!"

I have to shake my head at that. It's not that she has no confidence in me; it's just that this has been going on for so long that she knows what to expect. Another explosion shakes the ground as I head off to face the killers of my time again.