#what if chichi got the heart virus instead

[saiyanprincesstrunks]

EVERYONE LIVES

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Vegeta was a fool. Resourceful and determined, yes, but a fool nonetheless. The prospect of building up his skills against his rival for eternity was too good of a chance to pass up. The Dragon Balls were there, in his reach, and so when the time came, he acted fast.

The great dragon Shenron came, allowing him a single wish, and so Vegeta demanded immortality for himself, and for the one named Kakarot…

…until the Pilaf Gang ran into the mix demanding immortality ‘for the rest of us, too!’

And so their wish was granted.

Starting from that day, no one would die. The elderly grew older, people grew sick, people became injured and yet no casualties became of it.

When Goku got his heart virus, it didn’t kill him, but it never left him. Vegeta’s plan failed. Instead of battling Goku to reach and shatter their limits until the end of time, Goku ended up bedridden, unable to eat, dehydrated, in constant agony that would never let up. He was hidden away in his house, tended to by ChiChi, day after day, creating a hole in everyone’s life that was somehow more empty than it would have been if he had died.

And then the Androids attacked.

Their goal was to kill Son Goku, but Son Goku couldn’t be killed. They came to his home, destroyed the place until it was a pile of rubble, and left him writhing in the dirt, but still he gasped out breath after breath.

Goku lived.

All of the Z Fighters went toe to toe with the Androids, and all came out alive. No matter how devastating a blow from either side, no one was left dead.

The Androids were granted the same gift of immortality as the rest, and they were still much, much stronger.

Places were destroyed. People were maimed. No one would die, and children continued to be born. People lived on the streets, their homes long since destroyed and with no hope to be rebuilt. People starved until they couldn’t stand up, yet they wouldn’t die.

By the time the dragon balls were usable again, no one knew what to wish for.

To wish for a reversal of the immortality wish meant that Goku, their main hope to stand up to the Androids, would succumb immediately to his disease. To wish away his disease meant to wait another year until the dragon balls could be used again. To wish to go to Namek meant to plan out who would go, what would be wished for, and perhaps they would need to stay behind.

Vegeta didn’t care. He decided to look for the dragon balls again by himself.

The Androids caught him. The Androids took the dragon ball he had been carrying. They were too strong, and no one could claim the wish.

And so Trunks grew up in a world where everyone lived, and yet the world was still absolute hell.

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#hopefromadoomedtimeline #I'll continue this if you'd like! #Also if you were thinking I was gonna write some happy shit YOU WRONG.

[demoniclovedbz]

Namekian Super - The Start

Author's Note:- So a few days ago I got an anon request on my main blog for a PiccoNail one-shot (or 'Mean and Green', as named by @agirlnameded). The request was that it's set in the Super timeline... well I got a few ideas pretty quick, and in the end I couldn't write everything into one fic because it would be too long, so I decided to do a few short scenes instead, all set within the DBS timeline. I'll work on them as fast as I can, but this is the starter. Nail appears in the same state he was on Namek, as requested. I hope you like it :D More coming soon!

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“This looks great, Videl!” “Oh, thank you! But you have your wife to thank, really. She gave me the recipe.” “Well, make sure you use it a lot! This is a family recipe, and when Pan’s old enough I expect you to teach it to her the way I taught it to you.” “Alright…”

Piccolo half listened to the voices of the Son family as they all sat down to dinner, in Gohan and Videl’s house. They’d invited Piccolo to eat with them, along with Goku, Goten and Chichi… To be honest Piccolo didn’t really want to be here, but his presence meant a lot to Gohan so here he was. It wasn’t that he had any problem with the company, he just felt sick. He wasn’t in the mood to be around people, or make conversation. Piccolo could barely concentrate. He felt weak, and he had such a big headache… He’d never been sick before in his entire life, not once. Not before Pan was born. But babies caught so many illnesses, Piccolo could have guessed he was bound to catch one off her sooner or later… and now he had. It was horrible. Is this how humans felt multiple times a year? He’d rather die. Actually, he did feel like he was dying… Piccolo’s sickness had hit him late last night; he’d woken up with a fever, and he’d been getting worse throughout the day. He couldn’t meditate, which really pissed him off, and he could barely drink because his throat kept closing up, and couldn’t train without getting light-headed… ugh. This was hell. “Here.” Videl smiled, placing a bowl of food down in front of him. “Eat something. You’ll feel better.” “Piccolo, I wish you’d told me you were sick…” Gohan mumbled guiltily. “We could have cancelled.” “I’m fine.” Piccolo grunted, rubbing his forehead with his calloused fingertips. “It’s not good to be around babies if you’re sick.” Chichi scolded, shooting Piccolo a disapproving glare. “She was the one I caught it off!” Piccolo argued, and looked over at Pan who, after a couple of days of constant crying and puking, was looking much better. Hopefully it would only last a couple of days for Piccolo as well. He still couldn’t believe it. How had he managed to catch something off her? He was normally immune to all human viruses, but Pan seemed to have mutated this one into some sort of alien-attacking superbug. Maybe it was her saiyan DNA… it seemed to be capable of turning illnesses super saiyan as well. Humph. Still… Piccolo smiled slightly as he watched Pan in her high chair, happily gurgling away and playing with her spoon. He was glad she was better.

He sighed, and closed his eyes. Okay… man up. This wasn’t so bad. Piccolo had been through worse than this. He took a small sip of water, and managed to put some of the food Videl had prepared into his mouth. He closed his eyes, trying his best not to puke as the taste hit his tongue. Actually… this was annoying. This food was delicious; ordinarily he’d enjoy it, but… right now he just wanted to spit it out. His throat had closed up again; it was making him gag. “Piccolo, you okay?” Goku questioned, watching as the namekian literally choked down his food. He was really struggling! “Y…” Piccolo tried to answer, but stopped when a wave of harsh, intense nausea overcame him. Oh, Kami… this couldn’t possibly be normal. He didn’t just feel sick, he felt like his organs were trying to come out! What the hell kind of virus was this? He felt hot, the feeling of nausea becoming worse by the second. He was going to puke… oh, Kami… “Piccolo!” Gohan gasped, his eyes widening. Piccolo had gone pale, so much so that he was almost white. He was shaking, and sweating all of a sudden… his ki was rising and falling, rapidly and unevenly as if he were losing control of his body – this was absolutely not a normal bug. “I think you should go to the hospital –” “I…” Piccolo choked, his eyes becoming unfocused. “I’m fine, I just need to…” He stood up and took a step towards the bathroom, when his feet gave way. “Piccolo!”

Gohan leapt of his chair, just in time to catch Piccolo and lower him to his knees. The others watched in concern as Piccolo trembled in Gohan’s arms, panting and sweating as if he were being attacked – it felt like that, to him. His entire body felt like it was on fire! He was losing control of himself. He gagged and retched involuntarily; he expected himself to puke but nothing came out. There was a ringing in his ears; he felt light-headed… Then he felt a large, thick heaviness rise up inside him… oh, crap. He wasn’t going to make it to the bathroom. His heart was racing; he knew he was going to puke – he was going to puke out his organs, the way it felt! Crap crap crap – “Argh!” Piccolo cried out as his jaw flung open, and he felt something… leave. It wasn’t through his mouth, though. Nothing came out of his mouth – nothing came out of anywhere, but that heaviness was suddenly gone. In one split second, he felt a thousand times lighter; the intense burning he’d felt all over his body was starting to cool down… and Piccolo thought that maybe he’d just gotten over his sickness. Maybe his body had finally fixed itself, and he’d go back to normal now. In hope, Piccolo turned his head towards the table, his cheeks darkening in embarrassment as he prepared to apologise to the guests for his display, when he noticed… they weren’t looking at him. They were looking past him, their eyes wide and their faces pale. What the hell…? “G-Goku…?” Chichi whimpered. “Who’s that…?” “Wh…?” Piccolo frowned in confusion, and moved his head to follow their gaze… Fuck!

Piccolo let out a sharp gasp, startled. There was… a guy there. Lying on the floor in front of Piccolo. He was unconscious. He was a namekian… a namekian. Piccolo stared in bewilderment at the man’s face, wondering why it looked so much like him. For a few seconds, his fuzzy, sickness-ridden mind thought he’d split himself in two, when he noticed the namekian’s clothing… No. This… this wasn’t Piccolo. He stared at the man for a few seconds more, his tired mind struggling to understand who, or what… then it hit him. This was… Nail. Nail. Of course it was! Piccolo recognised him – how could he forget? It was years ago, but… this was the person Piccolo had first fused with. Piccolo had found him, a bloody, dying mess back on Namek. Piccolo and Nail had fused in the last minutes of Nail’s life… Piccolo remembered it. Yeah, of course he remembered… and now here he was. This was Nail. Definitely. He was still bloody, but he was alive. He was breathing, slowly and shakily… He still had the exact same injuries he’d had on Namek; he was still covered in bruises, his blood spilling onto the carpet. Wha… what? Piccolo stared at the body in confusion, his weakened mind boggled. How…? “Who’s that?” Goten questioned, seemingly unfazed by the amount of blood and injuries that coated this new stranger. “Piccolo…” Gohan spoke quietly, his face pale as he stared at the unconscious namekian. “Isn’t that… Dende’s brother…?” “Mm…” Piccolo tried to talk, but he could only grunt before a wave of fatigue swept over him, making his entire body feel heavy. He tried to stay awake; he tried to focus… but even with his greatest efforts Piccolo couldn’t stop his eyelids falling down. “Picc – whoa!” Gohan gasped, catching Piccolo’s full weight as the namekian fell completely limp in his arms. “Is he okay?” Videl gasped, moving her eyes to Piccolo.

Gohan looked at the unconscious sick Piccolo, and then at the unconscious bloody Nail… and back at sick Piccolo again… and then he looked at Videl. “Doesn’t look like it.” Gohan answered honestly, while Pan continued to gurgle in her chair.

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