Savior

‘Oh Shit!’ Goku thought as he quite literally fell out of the sky into the forest below. He had tried to IT himself to his home, but was off by a few feet…in the horizontal direction. With no chi to help him recover, the tall Sayjin seemed to hit every branch on the way down a rather large oak. Landing with a thud, Goku pulled himself to his feet and tried to assess the damage.

‘Nothing too bad I suppose’ he thought looking over his bruised body. Reverting his goldfish like attention span back to the matter at hand, he took off running towards his house. Gohan was living next door with his wife and child. Certainly he would be able to help locate the 17 from ‘their’ time. Not bothering to knock, the third class busted through the door.

“Gohan!” He yelled into the empty house. After hearing no response, Goku began to dart around the cottage searching for any signs of life. Room after room brought up nothing. Just an empty…

Smell.

More like a stench.

The stench of blood, old blood.

Goku froze in front of a queen sized bed as the familiar sent hit his nostrils. Slowly turning his head to the right, Goku pinpointed the smell to the bathroom. Demanding his legs to move was a great task in itself. But he managed. The wooden door creak slightly as the obstruction was removed for full view of the bathroom. The sight brought the iron clad Sayjin to a state of nauseating pale shock.

***

Vegeta hadn’t had his chi suppressed since he was under Freeza’s rule. And he didn’t really miss it to say the least. Normally when his head would go flying into hard, inanimate objects there would be a nice happy pillow of chi to cushion the blow. Not so much with his current situation. When the two androids couldn’t immediately locate the time traveler, they came to enlist the help of their captures. Well, capture. And therein lies the problem. Oh when they discovered the lack of third class Sayjin that was Supposed to be chained to the wall, hells fury descended upon the remaining inhabitant.

Vegeta hit the floor hard after a particularly effective right hook. “Where are they!” 17 screamed lighting his hand with a chi blast for intimidation purposes.

“Fuck off…” Vegeta spat from his unceremonious spot on the floor.

Wrong answer.

The mechanical beast released the energy inches away from Vegeta’s face, causing the world to fall into darkness. Well it didn’t really fall. That would imply a slight drop and gradual acceleration. Vegeta’s world had been strapped to a jet engine and shot into said darkness at fucked up speeds.

Looking down at the unconscious bleeding form below him, Gero’s creation peered over to his sister. “He’s all yours. I will find my pet….where ever he is hiding.” And with that he headed out of the room, leaving 18 to play.

***

Goku had never heaved so much in his life. It was like a bad horror movie had transpired between his house and his sons. Trying his damndest to steady himself against a tree, Goku begged his mind to stop replaying images of what had occurred to his family. Body parts were supposed to remain attached. Blood wasn’t supposed to be used as paint in a gruesome picture. And damn it, his family was supposed to be alive!

The father choked at the last thought. He must find that other android. He must get this damn thing off his neck. And he will Kill those fucking beasts like they killed his loved ones. No mercy this time. NO fucking, they can reform. Goku, light hearted, kind soul, defender of the good is going to tear that things arm off and beat it to death with it.

Goku looked up towards the sky and screamed.

“NIMBUS!”

***

It was dark.

Just like before.

He somehow found comfort in darkness. They were looking for him. They killed his mother, again. And they wanted him, again. Hadn’t they had enough? What more was he to these things? These robots seem to have an obsession with him.

Mirai had almost ended up like Goku. He stood just outside to door and witnessed 17 dragging the larger Sayjin off. They had found him. Here in his safe timeline, they found him.

Curling up into a tighter ball, Mirai pleaded with his body to obey. He wanted his breath to remain silent, he wanted his tears to stop falling, and he wanted the ache in his chest to dull. It hurt. A lot. So much that small stars had begun to form and dance before his eyes in the closet he had chosen.

‘Perhaps my heart has given up on me.’ Mirai mused feeling light headed. He never really thought about how the stress of his life was affecting his mortal flesh, but as the world began to sparkle into a light show, Mirai could only speculate that it wasn’t a good thing before he passed out.

***

Goku jumped off his yellow cloud in front of a wooden structure in the middle of nowhere. Like really middle of nowhere. 17 had taken to hunting animals, because hunting humans pissed off the z warriors…go figure. Goku cautiously walked up to the door. 17 wasn’t that evil per say, but he still wasn’t really one of the good guys. And seeing as his programming was still set to kill the incapacitated Sayjin, Goku began to double think this plan. Well he would have if the door didn’t just open.

“Goku?” Dead blue eyes greeted narrowing at the battered looking warrior.

The tall man visibly gulped and cleared his throat as he thought, ‘What the hell do I do now?’

***


::BlueKi:: 'giggles'
::Vegeta:: Why are you laughing?
::Goku:: Because I'm fucked...
::BlueKi:: Giggity