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Trapped In The Past
by Petiteneko
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Realizations are good… but when the person shows up a week later well… things get awkward. M!TxGh
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Art Source :
https://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?id=1376726
Male Pregnancy
Deathfic
Prologue
Flashbacks or thoughts.xxx. Scene/Perspective Skips
.+++. Time Skips
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Fighting.
Even the very word made him cringe. And yet, that is all that he knew. It was what his life revolved around. His father was a fighter, and that was what brought his parents together. And if his father had not fought to protect him, then his uncle would have taken him off to space. And how many times would their planet of Earth – their entire universe – had have been destroyed if they had not fought?
Fighting.
It was all the he ever did. And he hated it.
He didn’t want to. He wished he could just refuse to. He wished he could just forget about it all. But no. No, they wouldn’t let him. They never would.
Raditz. Piccolo. Vegeta. Frieza.
So much fighting, so much death…. All fighting ever brought was death, destruction, chaos, pain. Why? Just why did anybody fight? Why did they start it? And why did he have to end it?
The world needs you.
The universe needs you.
Save us.
Save us Gohan.
Everything started so early – too early. Earth’s saviour. That’s who he was. Earth’s last hope. That was him. At four years old. Everything only went downhill from then. He always had to get stronger, faster, better. His father died and they had one year to prepare. He had to grow up. He had to grow stronger. Because his father was dead. Piccolo, that’s what his trainer’s name was. The green-coloured man (was Piccolo a man? A monster? A demon? Gohan didn’t know.) took him away and took him in as his pupil. However, Gohan knew nothing, he was so lost and confused. He didn’t know what it meant to fight, he didn’t know how to fight, and most of all he didn’t want to fight. But he had to. Had to protect Earth from the bad guys.
At first, he was left alone in the wilderness. And there he had to learn to fight, or he would not survive. There he had to learn how to eat, how to find food. He learned from his instincts, and he began to know and understand when something was coming. And then eventually Piccolo returned, Piccolo trained him, he taught him.
But still, he didn’t like it. At all. But it was something he had to do, something he had to learn. It was just like those big books his mom gave him.
There was a lot he learned from that single year.
Fighting wasn’t as bad as he thought it was, it was a tool. It was a means to get done what needed to be done. Fighting wasn’t evil.
No, what fighting was was protection. It was survival. It was something that he needed to do. It was how he could stop bad people from doing bad things.
But that was not everything that Piccolo taught him.
No, he learned that Piccolo was not as scary as people said he was. (Certainly though, he was scared at first: how he felt that it was just another form of survival, that Piccolo would really kill him if he didn’t fight back.) He learned that he wasn’t weak. Piccolo showed him the power he held within him – even if he didn’t believe it at first. Did he really make that giant blast? No, it couldn’t have been him, could it? (But another part of him reasoned: was he not his father’s son? Why else would Piccolo be wasting his time training him when he could have made himself even stronger?)
And, he learned that he was strong, and that because of that strength, he learned that he had to fight.
“With great strength comes great responsibility.”
Gohan read that somewhere in the many textbooks his mother gave him, and while, at the time, he didn’t understand it (just like he didn’t truly understand just what Piccolo had really taught him during that year) as he grew older, he began to learn just what it meant. Just what Piccolo meant. Namek was where he finally began to comprehend it all…
Certainly he knew that Vegeta was going to use the Dragon Balls for a bad reason, but at five years old he really didn’t understand what it meant. He didn’t know the ramifications of that action. Just that it was bad because everybody said it was bad.
But Namek…
Namek.
With Namek came Frieza. With Frieza came death. And then... Then he finally understood the consequences.
With Frieza came terror.
There was blood. Blood everywhere. It was purple. But it was blood. There were pieces of these people all over the place. Their faces were so scared and Gohan couldn’t blame them.
He was scared too.
He was terrified.
But he was also so… so angry.
Frieza needed to be stopped. Here, now. Before his chaos and terror could infect other lands, before it could get stronger, before it could do any more damage. And it was up to him. He was the one who needed to fight. He was the one who needed to protect. All because it was he who was the one who was strong.
It took Raditz for anybody to realize, it took Piccolo for him to realize, and it took Frieza for him to fully understand that very strength. So that was why he agreed when the Grand Elder asked to tap into his potential. And that was why, when Frieza had returned to Earth, Gohan had donned the Saiyajin armour and flew out to face him. He didn’t want what happened on Namek to happen on Earth. It didn’t matter that he didn’t like fighting, it didn’t matter that he was probably too weak to really do anything, it didn’t matter that he wasn’t a Super Saiyajin like his dad. No, all that mattered was that small maybe. That maybe he could do something of use, and just maybe he could do anything to stop this attack. Gohan accepted this. He accepted that if he had to fight, he would. He would stop those who only wanted to hurt, because that was his responsibility.
It never crossed his mind how much of significance those thoughts would have on his future…
