Across The Multiverse Productions: Sabrina The Animated Series(Cancelled)

Chapter 44: What Becomes of The Broken Hearted?

(A/N: Well, folks, we're back. And after the emotional rollercoaster we made in 2021 concerning this story, it's time we start picking up the pieces by having the characters, and the residents, begin the road to recovery. So, let's dive into that process, while[hopefully] wrapping up this story this year.

Also, hope you enjoy the episode. Please vote and comment. And one last thing: the remainder of this story will have some answers for some questions that we have made/ask ourselves during this story, but we'll leave the rest of the answers for Secret Life. So stay tuned for that when we get there.)

Aaron's P.O.V.-Monday Morning, Dimension(Dastardly)'s Residence

"So, you're not a Saiyan?" I asked.

It's the first normal Monday since the incident, and the shock of everything finally left me. And when it did, all I had were questions about everything about my life.

Especially since finding out that my dad is the Dread Baron and my mom is Daisy Mayhem, which I found out shortly after getting that medal. And that I am part of the Dastardly family tree.

My mom sighed. "No, I was never a Saiyan. All of those 'Saiyanese' I taught you were just random gibberish," she admitted.

"Does this mean I'm not a Saiyan?" I asked. Sure, there was the fact that for some reason I had a tail, and we-

Suddenly, memories of the fight with Harvzilla, and everything leading up to it filled my head, forcing me to take a deep breath. No, definitely not bringing that up.

"No. Somehow, you became a Saiyan hybrid a few hours after you were born," my mom said.

"We still have no idea how it happened. One moment, you were just a regular human, even with small bits of magic, and then the next, you ended up with those genes." My dad added.

"So, guess that's that, huh? Hopefully I might get Super Saiyan in a different manner, then" I say, more to myself than them.

(14 Year Old Aaron[AKA, Present Aaron]: Look at how well that went.)

"And you don't have magic at all?" I asked my dad.

"No. My mom may have magic. But me and my siblings were born normal. Even if we did, we never once wanted to have magic at all." My dad said.

"So how did I became magical?" I asked.

"...That's a tale for another day," was all my dad said on the matter, as my mom agreed with him.

"Alright." I say, dropping it. "Though, I have to ask. Why did you change your names?" I asked.

"It doesn't excuse it, but I was trying to hide from my mother," my dad admitted.

"Why?" I asked.

"Let's just say we don't have a good relationship. Or any relationship at all. Heck, she doesn't even love Diane, Donald and Dick. Especially Dick for some reason."

"What about the other Dastardly?"

"I haven't talked to my dad since me and my siblings moved out of our childhood home, and I haven't been in contact with Dick, Diane or Donald in years. Though they are scattered around America." My dad said.

"And I have a bad relationship with my sister, so I never talked to her." My mom said. "Then again, she's a goody two shoes," she added.

"However, after this, we realize that trying to hide our names, trying to pretend to be normal, was the worst idea we made." My dad said.