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"Mom," Gohan said seriously,
"the androids are destroying everything. Survival is getting harder every day. If they aren't stopped… I don't even know if this world will survive."
Chi-Chi stayed silent.
"So I want to ask Aunt Bulma if the spaceship is still there," Gohan continued.
"If it is, then I want to go to Planet Namek and find the Dragon Balls."
Chi-Chi's breath caught.
"I can't stay here right now," Gohan said honestly.
"The androids are everywhere. They could come here anytime. And I'm still weak. I can't fight them."
He clenched his fist.
"But with the Namek Dragon Balls… we can bring back the Z fighters. Dad too. Vegeta… and everyone."
He looked straight at his mother and shared his plan.
Chi-Chi wanted to refuse immediately. But she paused as She heard the determination in his voice It reminded her of her Goku.
Still, her heart trembled.
"But you're still a child, Gohan," she said. "You're talking about doing something so dangerous…"
She didn't know what else to say.
"Mom," Gohan interrupted gently, "please don't worry. I have a plan. Namek is safer than Earth right now. Nothing will happen to me."
He took a breath.
"I'll ask Aunt Bulma first. I don't even know if the spaceship still exists. That's a different problem."
Chi-Chi was silent for a long moment.
Then she sighed.
"Alright, Gohan," she said quietly "I won't stop you. Just… please be careful. And come back."
Her voice trembled. Tears filled her eyes as she pulled him into her arms.
"I can't lose you too, my son."
After Goku's death and the chaos of the world, Chi-Chi no longer cared about making Gohan a scholar. There were no schools anymore. No colleges.
How could anyone study in a world where you might die any moment?
As for Namek… she realized her son must have been thinking about this for a long time.
Later, as Gohan sat quietly, thoughts filled his mind from his Past life .
In this future timeline, neither Trunks nor the original Gohan ever went to Namek. Trunks was just a baby back then. Gohan was only ten. Someone had to stay and protect the people.
he fought the androids and saved civilians And because of that… he never went. By the time Trunks grew up, it was already too late. The time limit to revive the dead had passed. he probably thought Porunga had the same rules as Earth's Shenron.
And then… the original Gohan died Leaving Trunks alone in a broken world.
Gohan sighed.
Now he was here. Isekai'd into this ruined timeline.
"This isn't an accident," he thought.
Maybe it was the work of higher beings. Someone like Zeno or GrandPriest. Or maybe even Zalama . There was no way something like this happened without anyone noticing.
One thing was clear.
He didn't want to die like the canon Gohan and He didn't want to be buried in the ground and become another regret.
He wanted to live and for that The first step was Namek.
If the Dragon Balls still existed, then hope still existed.
Hope for the Z Fighters,Hope for his father and Hope FOR EARTH SURVIVAL.
After dinner, Gohan helped clean the table. He turned off the light and lay down on his bed. Outside, rain kept falling, rustling softly.
"It's been a month," he thought.
At first, he tried flying every day. He wanted to train. To gain experience.
But it was hard as He still had a fear of heights.
Whenever he flew too high, his legs felt weak. His body felt light and soft as he looked down at the ground getting farther and farther away.
Even though his power level was still high enough to destroy a planet… the androids were far beyond him now.
Gohan sighed again.
Outside the door, Chi-Chi stood quietly. She listened to her son breathing.
She closed her eyes and rested there.
Once, she was a martial artist too. Before marrying Goku, she trained every day just so he would notice her.
When Gohan was born, she gave all that up.
She had everything she wanted a family but Now, all she wanted… was to protect what little she had left.
While all this was happening,
far away in West City, where Bulma's house once stood, there was now nothing on the surface.
Hidden deep underground was a massive basement.
This place had become the new headquarters of Capsule Corporation.
It was built so deep that even if the androids tried to reach it, they would have to destroy the Earth itself. And Bulma knew something important—the androids didn't want to destroy the planet.
They wanted to rule it.
They wanted humans to live in fear, like prey being hunted.
So for now… this place was safe.
But if one day Android 17 and 18 decided to wipe out the Earth completely, this hidden base would vanish along with it.
After the disaster began, Bulma moved everything important down here. Space capsules. Research equipment. And her parents.
Dr. Brief her Father and her Mother were still alive.
Her Father worked with her in the underground lab, helping her with the research she had been struggling to complete for a long time.
"Trunks… Trunks, go to sleep now," Bulma said softly "Mommy is here."
She gently brushed the purple hair of the child in her arms.
That child was Trunks Only one year old.
Hearing his mother's calm voice, Trunks slowly closed his eyes. A small smile formed on his face as he drifted off to sleep.
Bulma looked down at him.
When she saw he was fully asleep, she finally smiled too.
A quiet, tired smile.
"Maybe…" she thought, "maybe there's still a way to change everything."
Next Day
When Gohan woke up in the morning, his mind was already heavy as All night, before falling asleep, he kept thinking about only one thing—how to save this world.
In this timeline, the so-called plot armor was already gone. It died with his father, Goku. The little that was left rested on Trunks' shoulders.
And he knew the future.
When Goku Black appeared, everything was destroyed. This timeline. This world. Everyone by Zeno.
All night, Gohan kept thinking about how to stop that from ever happening.
He sighed and rubbed his eyes.
Then he started his training.
Two thousand push-ups.
As the sky slowly brightened, Gohan looked out the window. The rain that had fallen all night finally stopped. The mist slowly faded away, and fresh green plants covered the ground everywhere.
After putting on his clothes and shoes, Gohan went to the bathroom and took a bath.
When he came out, he saw his mother, Chi-Chi, already preparing breakfast.
He sighed quietly.
No matter how early he woke up, Chi-Chi always woke up before him.
She had done the same thing when the old Gohan was sick—taking care of him day and night without rest.
Breakfast was huge.
There was dinosaur meat, rice porridge, and a few eggs.
The dinosaur meat came from a hunt he did fifteen days ago. Not one dinosaur well five of them. Not giant ones, but still big enough to feed two people for a long time.
Even now, they still had about seventy-five percent left.
Gohan sat down and started eating with his mother and he ate like a true Saiyan well with No manners. No breaks heck Even he was surprised by how fast and wild he ate.
Chi-Chi smiled while watching him.
"Gohan, slow down," she said. "No one is going to steal your food."
She handed him another bowl of rice porridge.
Seeing her son eat happily made her heart lighter. He had finally come out of his depression even though none of it was his fault.
Gohan had tried to collect the Dragon Balls before and gave it to Bulma ...But it was useless now.
Kami and Piccolo were dead and The Dragon Balls had turned to stone and After finishing breakfast, Gohan got ready to leave for West City.