Last night, I gave Goku and Vegeta their new training suits — a design I'd been refining for months. Unlike my own armor, which amplifies ki output, these suits were built for endurance and survival.
"Just to be clear," I told them, tightening a connection on Vegeta's gauntlet, "these won't multiply your power like mine. But they'll let you fight in space — with oxygen to last three full days. If Frieza or King Cold show up beyond Earth's atmosphere, you won't suffocate mid-fight."
Goku's grin was immediate. "So we can fight Frieza in space? That's awesome!"
Vegeta smirked, adjusting the full helmet. "Finally, I'll show that tyrant what a true Super Saiyan looks like. No more running, no more fear."
"Just don't break my suit in the first five minutes," I said flatly.
Vegeta scoffed. "Hmph. Don't insult me, woman."
Goku laughed. "You mean don't insult the armor."
I shook my head. "Both apply."
They left soon after, bound for the stars, burning with excitement and pride. Watching them fly off, I felt a strange sense of calm — as if one part of the future was finally aligning the way it was supposed to. My part, however, was only beginning.
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Three months later, the familiar whir of a time machine tore through the sky. When Future Trunks stepped out, he froze mid-step.
"...Mom?" His eyes darted between me and the floating crib beside me. Inside, baby Trunks cooed, clutching his blanket.
I smiled softly. "In this timeline, you were born early. Two months ago, actually."
He blinked. "How—how do you know that?"
"I have my ways," I said simply, tossing him a small box. "Inside are capsules — everything you'll need to train harder and rebuild your world. Equipment, generators, medical capsules, even a few surprises for your sword."
He caught it, staring at it as if it were sacred.
"There's more," I added, leading him toward the broken time machine Cell once used. "In two years, when the Androids are supposed to appear, I want you to come back here. I have plans for you — and your future."
Trunks nodded, emotion flickering behind his determined gaze. "Thank you, Mom. For everything. This time, I'll make it count."
I smiled faintly as he left, his aura flaring before disappearing into the timestream. He didn't know how much more was already changing.
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Deep beneath the mountains, I stood in front of Dr. Gero's laboratory — his "hidden masterpiece." His system had already integrated Frieza's cells into a new organism. Perfect timing.
"Sorry, old man," I murmured, fingers gliding across a holographic interface. "Your legacy ends today."
I activated my override code. Within seconds, I took full control of the lab's network. The security lights dimmed as my programming consumed his. Gero turned from his console, startled.
"What—? Who dares—"
"Your mistake," I said calmly, "was thinking only you could play god."
He lunged toward the control panel, but before he could act, I struck. A surge of energy burst from my palm, erasing him from existence in an instant. No mess, no mercy.
Then I turned to the incubation pods.
Inside, Androids 17 and 18 floated peacefully. I adjusted their memory algorithms, removing their programmed hatred and rewriting their purpose — not as weapons, but as humans reborn.
When they awakened, their eyes were calm — confused, but not hostile.
"Who… are you?" Lazuli asked softly.
"Someone giving you another chance," I replied. "Both of you deserve more than being Gero's puppets. From now on, you're free — and under my protection."
Lapis glanced at her sister, then back at me. "Free? Just like that?"
"Just like that," I said. "You'll have to find your place in this world again, but you won't be alone. Consider me… your adoptive mother."
The two exchanged a wary but hopeful look. It was enough.
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Then there was Cell.
The incubation chamber glowed with a strange light — his design complete, his potential terrifying. But before the creature could awaken, I rewrote everything: his genetic code, his consciousness, his purpose. I integrated my own DNA, merging my essence into his framework.
When the fusion began, my body was surrounded by orange light. Pain and power surged through me — the sensation of rewriting life itself. When it was done, I stood before the mirror, my reflection unrecognizable yet familiar.
My skin shimmered like living armor — sleek, organic, and pulsing with ki. My face was still mine, but framed by the bio-structure of what looked like Perfect Cell — a female version.
With a thought, the armor withdrew, leaving me in my normal human form once again. Then, another thought — and the bio-suit returned, forming seamlessly around me like a second skin.
The power was staggering. My ki flared orange, radiant and divine.
"This…" I whispered, clenching my fist. "This is beyond anything even Gero could dream of."
With Dr. Gero gone and the Androids reprogrammed, his era of chaos ended before it began.
I now had Cell — my Cell — as a living armor. Androids 16, 17, 18, and 19 were under my command, free yet loyal. Humanity's greatest threat was no longer its doom… but its protector.
There was only one loose thread left — the other Cell, the one from another timeline. But I had no way to track him yet.
I looked out toward the horizon, feeling the hum of divine energy under my skin.
"When the time comes," I said quietly, "I'll be ready."