Match Made In Hell || Future Gohan Love Story

Chapter 2: Future Androids vs Z Fighters Part Two

A/N - Hey guys. Sorry for the long wait. I wanted to write a few more chapters before posting which i finally done so. This chapter is depressing so 😭 at the end, there's a really sad video on how Future Gohan might've turned super saiyan.

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Chapter 2: Future Androids vs Z Fighters Part Two

As Gohan struggled up the rugged terrain of the plateau, his body a tapestry of bruises and cuts, every step was a battle against pain and exhaustion. He clutched his side where Android Twenty-three's brutal attack had left him wounded, but his determination burned bright. With each step, he repeated to himself, "I have to hurry. I need to find the dragonballs before they kill Piccolo."

His heart sank as he thought of Vegeta, the proud Saiyan warrior who had fallen in battle against the androids' overwhelming power. Gohan's mind raced with worry for his friends still fighting below, especially Piccolo.

Suddenly, a voice pierced through the howling wind from above. Gohan looked up to see Bulma piloting a sleek Capsule Corp aircraft, baby Trunks strapped securely to her back.

"Gohan, get in!" Bulma's voice rang out urgently, tinged with concern.

Gohan wasted no time, summoning his remaining strength to climb the last few rocks and scramble into the aircraft. Bulma's eyes widened in shock and worry as she took in his battered appearance.

"Gohan, what happened? Are you okay?" Bulma asked, her voice trembling with concern.

Gohan shook his head, swallowing hard against the pain. "It's bad. Vegeta... he's gone. The androids... they're too strong. We need the Dragon Balls now, more than ever."

Bulma's face hardened with determination as she handed the Dragon Radar to Gohan so could focus piloting. "We'll find them. Where are they?"

Gohan pointed to the radar screen, showing the clustered blips indicating the Dragon Balls gathered in one location. "Over there, on the north side of the island. Piccolo and the others are still fighting. We have to hurry!"

Bulma nodded grimly, her fingers tightening on the aircraft's controls. "Hold on tight."

The aircraft surged forward, slicing through the air with determination toward the location of the dragonballs. Gohan stared out of the window, his heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and hope. Every second counted, and they were racing against time.

As they approached the designated spot, Gohan's eyes widened in alarm. The sky above the battlefield was darkening, ominous clouds gathering with unnatural speed. It was a telltale sign that someone was using the Dragon Balls.

"Someone is summoning Shenron!" Gohan exclaimed, his voice tight with urgency.

Bulma's jaw tightened as she maneuvered the aircraft closer. "We're almost there. Brace yourself."

Meanwhile, on the battlefield below, Android Twenty-three continued her deadly dance with Piccolo, her movements a fluid blend of precision and power. Despite his Namekian strength and tactical prowess, Piccolo found himself on the defensive against the relentless android.

"You're slower than I expected, Namekian," she taunted, her voice carrying a chilling edge of amusement. She darted in close, her energy crackling around her fists.

Piccolo gritted his teeth, his mind racing as he parried blow after blow. Android Twenty-three's attacks were calculated and merciless, testing his endurance and pushing him to his limits.