Chapter 1: Reprogramming.
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AN: I'm going to be upfront about this story. This is going to be the most adult story I'll ever likely post on here. While I would never deem this a pure sex/porn story there will be, to some level that here. I have no plans on that being in every chapter but it does exist here.Ā
AN2: This is set in a timeline that for all intents and purposes, is parallel to the one we see in the Trunks movie. I'm doing this because I want Gohan to not die and second because I want to set a story in the era of the Androids but not be tied down to the show/movie.Ā
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The sun hung low over the battlefield, casting long shadows across the shattered terrain. The remnants of the Earth's cities stood as silent witnesses to the struggle between humanity and the relentless Androids that had ravaged the planet. Amid the wreckage, a lone warrior stood, his chest heaving as he faced the aftermath of his hard-fought victory.
Gohan wiped the blood from his brow, his Saiyan uniform torn and stained with dirt and sweat. Before him lay Android 18āLazuliāher sleek body dented and sparking, her energy depleted from their intense battle. Her once-confident smirk had faded, replaced with a look of disbelief as she struggled to move her damaged limbs.
"You had a choice," Gohan said, his voice laced with frustration and exhaustion. "But you chose destruction over peace."
Lazuli glared at him, her cerulean eyes still defiant despite her condition. "You think you're some kind of hero? You're just prolonging the inevitable. Humanity is doomed, with or without us."
Gohan's jaw tightened. He knew she was wrong, but he also understood the pain that had shaped her. The Androids were victims of Dr. Gero's twisted ambitions, robbed of their humanity and forced into a war they hadn't chosen. He crouched down beside her, his expression softening. "Maybe you're right about humanity, but that doesn't mean we can't try to make things better. You don't have to be like this, Lazuli."
Her glare faltered for a moment, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty. Before she could respond, her systems began to shut down, her body going limp as her energy reserves reached critical levels.
Gohan stood and took a deep breath. He couldn't leave her thereānot like this. There was still a chance to save her, to free her from Gero's control. He gently lifted her unconscious form and took to the skies, heading toward the one person who might be able to help.
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Bulma's lab was a sanctuary of technology and innovation, its walls lined with complex machinery and glowing monitors. When Gohan arrived, Bulma was hunched over a workbench, tinkering with a device that resembled a compact energy emitter. She looked up as he entered, her eyes widening at the sight of Lazuli in his arms.
"Gohan! What on Earthā" she started, but he cut her off.
"I need your help," he said, laying Lazuli carefully on an empty table. "She's damaged, but she's still alive. Can you... do something? Reprogram her? Make her... herself again?"
Bulma raised an eyebrow, her hands on her hips. "Reprogram an Android? Gohan, do you realize what you're asking? This isn't just flipping a switch. Her programming is deeply embeddedāaltering it could be dangerous."
"I know it's a lot to ask," Gohan replied, his voice firm. "But I can't just destroy her. She deserves a chance to live free of Gero's influence. Please, Bulma. If anyone can do it, it's you."
Bulma sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Alright, fine. But don't blame me if this blows up in your faceāliterally."
She set to work immediately, scanning Lazuli's systems and mapping out her programming. The process was painstakingly meticulous, requiring hours of precision and focus. Gohan watched silently, his mind racing with doubts and questions. Was he doing the right thing? Could Lazuli really change, or was this a futile effort?
As the hours stretched into the night, Bulma finally leaned back with a satisfied smile. "There. I've removed the kill protocols and reconfigured her core systems to prioritize free will. She won't be a threat anymoreāat least, not unless she chooses to be."
Gohan exhaled in relief, though a new wave of anxiety washed over him. "What happens now?"
Bulma shrugged. "Now, we wait. She'll wake up soon, and we'll see if this worked."
When Lazuli's eyes flickered open, the room was quiet. She sat up slowly, her movements cautious as if testing her restored functionality. Her gaze fell on Gohan, who stood a few feet away, watching her with a mixture of hope and apprehension.
"You... saved me?" she asked, her voice softer than he'd ever heard it.
Gohan nodded. "You deserve a second chance, Lazuli. I hope you'll use it wisely."
She studied him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, to his surprise, a faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Maybe you're not as naive as I thought."
With that, she swung her legs over the side of the table and jumped down, landing lightly on the floor. Her movements were swift and sure, but there was something new in her eyesāa spark of curiosity and maybe, just maybe, a hint of gratitude.
But as she faced him, her smile faded into a solemn frown. "You didn't just save me, Gohan. You destroyed what I was made to be."
"I know," Gohan said, taking a step closer. "But now, you can choose to be whatever you want."
Lazuli's hand shot out, her fingers wrapping around Gohan's throat with surprising strength. He stumbled back, his eyes widening as she lifted him off his feet. "You're wrong," she snarled, her grip tightening. "You took away my purpose, my reason for existence!"
He gagged, his face reddening as he struggled to breathe. Bulma watched, her hand hovering over a nearby buttonāan emergency protocol in case the reprogramming had gone wrong. But she held off, giving them a moment to sort out their tension.
Suddenly, Lazuli's grip loosened. She took a step back, dropping Gohan to the ground with a thud. He coughed, rubbing his bruised neck. "But I can still remember," she said, her voice shaking. "I can still feel the joy of fighting, the thrill of the chase."
Her eyes searched his, looking for understanding. "I'll let you live," she said finally, her tone still harsh. "But don't think for a moment that this means I forgive you for what you did to my brother."
Gohan nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew the path ahead would be fraught with challenges, but he was determined to help Lazuli find her place in this new world. "I won't ask you to forgive me," he said, his voice hoarse. "But I'll do everything in my power to make sure you never feel the need to fight again."
For a moment, there was silence in the lab. Then, Lazuli reached down and adjusted her torn top, her right breast slipping back into place. She'd been so focused on the conversation that she'd forgotten about her state of undress.
"I'll hold you to that," she said, her voice softer. "But for now, let's just call it a truce."
With that, she turned and walked away from the table, leaving Gohan to watch her retreating form. He knew that the real battle was only just beginningāthe battle to win her trust, to show her that the world wasn't just a place of destruction and pain. But as he took in her fierce beauty, the curve of her hips and the sway of her hair, he couldn't help but feel a strange excitement at the prospect of what lay ahead.
Bulma helped him to his feet, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she handed him a bottle of water. "You okay, Gohan?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous light.
Gohan nodded, taking a gulp of the cool liquid. "Yeah, thanks."
Bulma's smile grew mischievous as she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a seductive purr. "You know, she's looking at you like you're the last piece of meat on a battlefield."
He couldn't help but chuckle at the bluntness of her observation. "I'll keep that in mind."
"And remember," Bulma added, her eyes twinkling with a hint of something more than friendship, "she's not human, not fully. She might not have the same... limitations. You'll have to be careful with her."
Gohan raised an eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure I can handle it."
"Well," Bulma said, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag, "if you need any practice, my son's out of the house tonight helping rebuild North City so I could use some... entertainment for the night."
The tension in the room shifted, thickening with a sudden charge of attraction. Gohan felt his heart race as Bulma leaned against him, her curves pressing against his side. "I'll never turn down a night with you, Bulma," he murmured, lifting her into his arms.
Her laugh was like music to his ears, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist. They kissed deeply, the warmth of her mouth sending shivers down his spine. He'd always had a soft spot for Bulma, and in that moment, he knew that the night would be far from boring.
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Their passionate embrace only broke when Gohan placed her onto a bed and removed his gi showcasing his scared body and toned abs. Bulma licked her lips at the sight. Gohan was a grown man now and she was sure sooner or later one of those nights he would put a baby inside her womb. The thought made the middle-aged woman wetter than she had been in years. She threw her cigarette to the side, the room filled with a faint scent of burning fabric as it smoldered out.
Gohan's eyes never left Bulma's as he approached her, his movements predatory yet gentle. She could see the hunger in his gazeāthe same hunger she felt deep in her core. He took her face in his hands, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw as he kissed her again, deeper this time. Their tongues danced together, exploring and claiming, as they stripped away each other's clothing.
Bulma's breath hitched as Gohan's strong hands gripped her hips and moved her higher on the bed, his mouth leaving a trail of fire down her body. She felt alive in a way she hadn't in years, her senses heightened and her desires unleashed. As he kissed her neck, she moaned, arching her back to give him better access to her ample breasts.
His kisses grew more urgent, his hands exploring every inch of her. She could feel the warmth of his energy, his power, as it mingled with hers. It was intoxicating, a heady mix of lust and excitement that made her blood race. When he finally reached her most sensitive spot, she gasped, her body trembling with anticipation.
With a wicked smile, Bulma reached for the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lubricant, her hand shaking slightly. She knew what she wanted, and she wasn't going to hold back tonight. Gohan's eyes widened slightly at the sight of it, but he didn't hesitate. He knew Bulma had a wild side, and he was eager to explore it with her. He took the bottle and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers, watching as the clear liquid glistened in the soft light of the room before rubbing it over his harding manhood before he lined himself up to her core.
He took his time, teasing and stroking until she was wet and begging for more. And when he finally slid into her, she moaned his name, her nails digging into his back as he filled her completely. They moved together in a rhythm that was as old as time, their bodies speaking a language that needed no words.
Their union was fierce and raw, a testament to the passion that burned within them. Bulma's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, her heels digging into his ass as she met each of his thrusts with an enthusiasm that matched his own. Gohan's muscles tensed and flexed, his Saiyan power driving him on as he claimed her again and again.
Their cries echoed through the quiet lab, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to shake the very foundation of the building. And when they finally reached their peak together, it was with a shared understanding that they were doing something taboo. But they didn't care how those who didn't know them felt about their love life. In this dark world, one took love when and wherever they could find it. As Gohan pulled out of her core watching as his seed dripped out of her he knew he had planted a new life deep inside her. He could sense its power even as a lone cell. He or she would grow up to be a power saiyan/human. Bulma looked up at him her skin glistening with sweat. "By Kami that felt great," she said as she tried to slow her beating heart. Now please take me to my bedroom. I'm sure my poor legs aren't strong enough to hold me after you fucked me like a train". Bulma said just as she started to regain enough strength to pull herself into a sitting position.
"I know you, Bulma. If I didn't go all out like you know I could you wouldn't ever let me train here. Not that I would ever not love you like a queen opt to be loved. I'm young, not stupid. I would love you all day and night if I thought you could last that long". Gohan said as he picked her up and carried her to the master bedroom.
"I love you, Gohan". She said as soon as she was laid down.
"I love you too, Bulma". Gohan answered as he got into bed and pulled her close. "But I have to admit. I'm pretty tired. We can go another round in the morning". Bulma giggled.
"I don't know if I'll be able to move by then". They both laughed.
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The next morning, Bulma woke up feeling alive, the afterglow of their passionate night still lingering. She looked over at Gohan, who was still sleeping soundly, his chest rising and falling with each breath. She couldn't help but feel a warmth in her chestāboth from the love she had for him and the thought of the child they'd created together. Carefully, she slid out of bed and began to gather her clothes, not wanting to disturb his rest.
As she dressed, her thoughts drifted to being a mother again. Bulma had always been fiercely protective of her friends but this was the son of her best friend. The son of a man who had she acted sooner with her growing feelings could've been hers had she not allowed Chi-chi to take him from her. But Chi-chi was dead and her son was now sleeping in her bed. The very same son who had made her a mother again. At that thought, she couldn't help but giggle. A son had given her a child and she bet good money that child would be a son.Ā
Pushing that aside for now she slowly made her way to the kitchen, her mind racing with possibilities. She had always been the brains of the operation, the one who kept the team's gear in tip-top shape. But now she had a new projectāhelping Lazuli adjust to her new life and ensuring that she and Gohan remained safe. As she sipped her coffee, she couldn't shake the feeling that their lives were about to get a whole lot more complicated.
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Gohan stirred, his eyes blinking open to find Bulma's empty spot beside him. He stretched, feeling the ache of his muscles from the intense battle and even more intense night. He knew that Bulma would be up early, her mind always buzzing with ideas and plans. He couldn't help but smile at the thought of the night they had sharedāit was something he'd always wanted but never thought would happen. He would be a father and with his father's best friend at that. If it wasn't for the fact that some 80% of the world was killed he was sure he would've found somebody closer to his age but in the end, he didn't much care. Love was love and age was but a number. Besides, before he died her late husband had told him that Saiyans started mating before the age of 15 and he was in his 30s so he was sure he was starting late.Ā
Pushing that thought aside he threw on a pair of sweatpants and padded into the kitchen to find Bulma sipping lukewarm coffee and tapping away at a tablet. She looked up, her eyes bright with excitement. "Gohan," she said, setting the device aside, "I've been thinking about Lazuli. We can't just let her loose without a plan. She needs a cover story, a new identity."
He nodded, taking a seat across from her. "You're right. But what can we do? We can't exactly hide her in plain sight."
Bulma leaned forward, a conspiratorial glint in her eye. "We could go to New Namek. I think I know where it is. You could go there and wish for everybody to forget what she looks like and restore the world to the way it was 15 years ago". Bulma said.
"But that'll take weeks. Are you sure it's safe"? Gohan asked.
"Lazuli is likely trying to work out who and what she is now. She has no reason to attack anymore. Most of that was her programming. We removed that so she has no real reason to do so now". Bulma said as she made to stand her legs still somewhat weak from the fun last night.
"But we can't be too sure. She's not the same person she was yesterday. We need to monitor her closely, especially when she's around other people."
Gohan nodded, his thoughts racing. The idea of taking Lazuli to New Namek was risky, but it might be their best option. If they could get her there and use the Dragon Balls, they could erase the world's memories of her as an enemy and give her a fresh start.
"Alright," he said, determination setting in his features. "We'll go to New Namek. But first, we need to get her some clothes. And we should keep her hidden until we're ready to leave." Once that was done Gohan leaned back in his chair, contemplating the situation. "But do you think she'll even agree to go? She's not exactly... the cooperative type."
Bulma smirked, brushing a strand of blue hair from her face. "I have a feeling she'll listenāif not to us, then to reason. She's not stupid, Gohan. And deep down, she has to realize that the alternative isn't pretty."
As if summoned by their words, Lazuli's voice broke through the quiet of the lab. "What alternative?" She stood in the doorway, her sharp eyes scanning the room. She wore one of Bulma's spare jackets, oversized and loose, but it suited her casual defiance.
Both Gohan and Bulma froze, their conversation abruptly halted. Gohan stood, clearing his throat. "We were just talking about you. Trying to figure out the best way to... help you start over."
Lazuli crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe. "And what makes you think I need your help? I'm not some damsel in distress."
"No," Bulma said smoothly, standing to meet her gaze. "But you're also not what Gero made you anymore. You're free now, Lazuli. You can make your own choices. And if you want to survive, you'll need to figure out what that freedom means."
Lazuli frowned, the weight of Bulma's words sinking in. She glanced at Gohan, then back at Bulma. "And your grand plan for my new 'freedom' involves what, exactly? A road trip to New Namek?"
Gohan hesitated but nodded. "It's risky, but it's the best way to give you a clean slate. We can use the Dragon Balls there to wish for the world to forget what you and your brother did. And maybe... maybe even bring back some of the people who were lost."
Lazuli's expression shifted, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her face. "You think I care about redemption? About fixing what happened?"
"No," Gohan said softly. "But I think you care about having a future. And this is the first step toward that."
For a long moment, Lazuli said nothing, her piercing eyes locked on Gohan's. Then, with a sigh, she pushed off the doorframe. "Fine. I'll go. But let's get one thing straightāI'm not doing this for you or your grand ideals of redemption. I'm doing this because I'm curious to see if you really have the guts to follow through."
Gohan managed a small smile, relief washing over him. "That's good enough for me."
Bulma clapped her hands together. "Alright, then. Let's get to work. If we're going to pull this off, we'll need to move quickly and quietly. I'll handle the tech and logistics. Gohan, you'll need to keep an eye on our guest."
"Babysitting me already?" Lazuli teased, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Careful, Gohan. I might start to think you care."
He rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress the hint of a smile. "Just try not to blow anything up while we're gone."
Lazuli laughedāa genuine, almost musical sound that caught both Gohan and Bulma off guard. "No promises," she said, turning on her heel and heading back to the lab.
As she disappeared into the shadows, Bulma placed a hand on Gohan's shoulder. "You've got your work cut out for you, kid," she said with a grin. "But if anyone can handle her, it's you."
Gohan nodded, determination hardening his features. "We'll make this work. We have to."
And as the three of them prepared for the journey ahead, the first faint glimmers of hope began to shine through the darkness of their world. It wouldn't be easy, and it wouldn't be simple. But together, they were determined to carve out a new pathāone where even the most broken among them could find a way to heal.