Deep in the cold, silent depths of Space Sector 419, the massive, skull-shaped flagship of King Cold drifted like a dark metal leviathan against the backdrop of distant stars.
Inside the sprawling, dimly lit bridge, dozens of alien soldiers clad in battle armor tapped frantically at control terminals. The atmosphere was thick with a heavy, suffocating dread. At the center of the command deck sat King Cold. His immense frame towered over his subordinates, his long, curved horns gleaming under the harsh artificial lights, and his thick tail swaying slowly against the floor.
He held a glass of dark crimson wine, his yellow eyes narrowed in quiet, dangerous impatience.
"Well?" Cold's deep, reverberating voice echoed across the quiet bridge, causing several lower-ranking officers to flinch. "Where is the transmission from Frieza's scout ships? He should have reported his conquest of Planet Namek hours ago."
A trembling officer with scaly green skin bowed low, his knees knocking together as he approached the royal throne with a holopad.
"M-My Lord..." the officer stammered, his voice shaking violently. "We... we have lost all contact with Lord Frieza's flagship, The Eclipse. Its tracking beacon and primary energy signature went completely offline."
King Cold didn't move. He slowly raised his glass, taking a quiet sip before setting it down on the armrest. "Offline? Explain. Did they enter a dead zone?"
"N-No, Sire," the scout squeaked, pulling up space-radar telemetry on the central display. "The entire planetary system of Namek... it's gone. According to long-range thermal sensors, Planet Namek suffered a catastrophic core detonation. But right before the explosion..." The officer gulped, wiping cold sweat from his forehead. "...a massive energy spike wiped out Lord Frieza's power signature in a fraction of a second. It wasn't the planet that killed him. Lord Frieza's energy was completely eradicated before the detonation."
The entire bridge went deathly quiet. Alien crew members froze at their stations, terrified to breathe. Frieza, the absolute tyrant of the universe, the undisputed emperor of space, was dead.
King Cold's yellow eyes flared with a sudden, icy fury. The glass in his hand shattered, dark wine dripping through his clawed fingers and splashing onto the polished steel deck.
"Erased...?" Cold growled, the temperature in the room plunging as his dark Ki leaked out, causing the metal walls of the bridge to groan under the sheer pressure. "Who... who could possess the power to destroy my son?!"
"We... we tracked the trajectory of a few surviving emergency craft before the system collapsed, My Lord," the officer blabbered frantically, pulling up a galaxy map. "One small Ginyu-class pod escaped the blast radius. Our long-range scanners show its automated course was set for a backwater planet in the northern quadrant..."
The screen zoomed in on a small, blue-and-green jewel of a world spinning in the darkness.
"...Planet Earth."
King Cold slowly rose from his throne, his massive cape billowing behind him as he stepped toward the primary viewscreen. He stared down at the coordinates of the small, unassuming planet, his clenching fists trembling with cold, vengeful wrath.
"Earth..." Cold sneered, his voice dropping into a dangerous, lethal whisper. "A world of insects. Set a course for the Northern Quadrant immediately. I will personally tear that planet apart until I find whoever dared lay a hand on my bloodline!"
"Y-Yes, My Lord! Setting course for Earth!"
The massive flagship groaned as its heavy sub-light engines flared to life, burning bright purple against the blackness of space, turning sharply as it accelerated toward the distant Sol system.
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A full year passed in quiet, uneasy peace.
In a rocky, desolate wasteland, the sky suddenly turned dark as night. A shadow fell over the jagged cliffs as a colossal, ringed flagship broke through Earth's upper atmosphere, its sub-light thrusters roaring like thunder as it descended into the mountain basin.
The heavy warship slammed into the dirt, kicking up a massive tidal wave of dust, rock, and hot steam that swept across the barren valley.
Miles away, at Capsule Corp, the training grounds, and the mountain wilderness, the Z-Fighters froze.
A heavy, suffocating pressure washed over the planet, a dark, malicious Ki so immense it made the air itself feel thick and hard to breathe.
"This energy..." Piccolo gasped, dropping to one knee atop a cliff edge, his eyes wide in shock as cold sweat broke out across his forehead. "It's absurd! It feels just like Frieza's... no, it's even worse!"
SWOOSH!
Goku landed hard on the plateau beside Piccolo, his orange dogi rustling in the sudden gale-force wind. His face was entirely devoid of its usual cheerful warmth, replaced by a grim, hyper-focused scowl. His knuckles were white as he clenched his fists, feeling the sheer weight of the force that had just touched down on Earth.
Seconds later, Vegeta slammed into the rock beside them with an explosive burst of Ki, his teeth ground tight in bitter rage.
"Damn it!" Vegeta snarled, his eyes glaring toward the rising dust cloud on the horizon. "How is this possible?! Frieza was vaporized! Who the hell is carrying an energy level like that?!"
"It's not Frieza," Goku said quietly, his dark eyes locked on the distant ship. "It's someone else."
Down in the basin, the heavy steel ramp of the flagship hissed open, sending clouds of pressurized steam pouring out into the wasteland air. Dozens of heavily armed imperial soldiers marched out in crisp formation, blasters raised, securing a perimeter around the landing pad.
Then, stepping through the vapor, came King Cold.
The towering monarch stood well over nine feet tall, his long curved horns gleaming in the harsh Earth sunlight. His massive purple cape billowed behind him as his cold, reptilian eyes scanned the primitive, rocky landscape with pure disgust.
"So... this is the dirt-heap my son's killer tried to flee to," King Cold rumbled, his deep voice carrying across the silent valley. He raised a clawed hand, gesturing to his surrounding officers. "Scan the local energy signatures. Find every power level over a thousand, and bring me the beast who erased Frieza. If they refuse to step forward, burn this entire world to ash."
Before King Cold's officers could activate their scouters, a sharp, metallic hum vibrated through the air.
High above the mountain basin, a strange, dome-shaped craft with the words Capsule Corp painted on its side materialised out of thin air, tumbling through the sky before settling heavily onto a flat plateau just a few hundred yards away from the imperial warship.
HISS!
The top canopy of the time machine slid back. A young man with purple hair, wearing a dark purple leather jacket, a sword strapped across his back, and denim pants leaped out. His boots hit the dirt with a quiet thud. He looked around at the barren wasteland, his blue eyes sharp and guarded.
'I made it...' Future Trunks thought, adjusting the strap of his sword.
'This is the exact day King Cold and Frieza were supposed to invade Earth. According to Mom, Goku should be arriving in a pod from Yardrat right about now to stop them—'
Trunks froze. He turned his head toward the ramp of the flagship.
Standing beneath the shadow of the vessel was King Cold, surrounded by dozens of armed elite soldiers—but Frieza was nowhere to be seen.
"Wait..." Trunks muttered, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Where is Frieza? He was supposed to be rebuilt as a cyborg and accompany his father..."
There was no time to ponder the anomaly. King Cold raised a hand, pointing a clawed finger toward a random direction. "Start in that direction," Cold ordered smoothly to his men. "Exterminate every living creature until their champion shows himself."
"Halt!"
The sharp, authoritative voice echoed through the valley. Trunks blurred across the terrain, landing directly in front of the marching battalion, cutting off their path.
"What's this?" King Cold sneered, looking down at the purple-haired youth with mild amusement. "A stray child playing hero? Move aside, insect, before my men paint the rocks with your blood."
Trunks didn't answer. He reached over his shoulder, his gloved fingers wrapping firmly around the hilt of his broadsword.
At that exact moment, a series of heavy sonic booms shattered the upper atmosphere. Goku, Vegeta, Piccolo, Krillin, Gohan, and Tien slammed onto a high cliff ridge overlooking the entire confrontation.
"Hey, look down there!" Krillin gasped, pointing frantically. "Who is that guy?"
Goku leaned over the edge, his dark eyes wide in sheer surprise. "I've never felt an energy like his before... but he's standing his ground!"
Vegeta glared down at Trunks, his teeth gritting in immediate annoyance. "Tch! An idiot seeking a quick death. That giant monster will tear him to shreds in seconds."
Down in the basin, Trunks felt the sudden appearance of the power levels on the cliff. He glanced up, expecting to see a desperate, underpowered defense force. Instead, his eyes widened in utter shock as his gaze locked onto the man standing right at the front of the group.
'G-Goku?!' Trunks' heart hammered against his ribs.
'How is Goku already on Earth?! He's supposed to be in space! And... why isn't he a Super Saiyan?!'
"Insolent brat!" an imperial officer barked, raising a high-grade arm cannon. "Die!"
Trunks' shock evaporated instantly, replaced by absolute, cold focus. He didn't have time to process the broken history yet. King Cold was a threat that needed to be erased now.
SCHWING!
Trunks drew his sword in a blinding flash of silver. In the span of a single heartbeat, he flared his Ki, his hair spiking up and flashing a brilliant, golden hue before settling back down. He moved so fast the air cracked like thunder.
SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!
Before the army could even pull their triggers, a dozen soldiers were neatly sliced into pieces, collapsing to the dirt in a shower of sparks and armor plating.
Trunks didn't pause. He leaped straight at King Cold, his face set in a deadly, unwavering glare.
"What?!" King Cold gasped, his eyes bulging in sudden terror as he tried to raise his arm to block. "You—!"
Trunks brought his blade down with terrifying, absolute precision. The sharp edge cleaved through King Cold's chest armor, bisecting the tyrant cleanly from shoulder to hip. Before Cold's upper body even hit the ground, Trunks thrust his palm forward, unleashing an explosive, yellow Ki blast that completely incinerated King Cold and his flagship in a blinding, mushroom-cloud detonation.
BOOM!
The shockwave blasted across the canyon, kicking up dust and tearing through the surrounding rock walls.
When the smoke cleared, the entire imperial force was gone, erased in under ten seconds.
Up on the cliff, complete, dead silence fell over the Z-Fighters.
Krillin's jaw dropped so low it nearly hit his boots. "H-He... he just wiped out that whole army... like they were nothing!"
Vegeta stood frozen, his face pale, his fists trembling so hard the leather of his gloves creaked. 'That golden light... that speed... that power... IT CAN'T BE!'
Trunks slowly sheathed his sword, clicking it back into place over his shoulder. He turned around, looking up at the ridge, his eyes fixing directly on Goku, still utterly bewildered by the fact that the legend of his timeline was standing right there in the flesh.
Trunks exhaled a slow, steady breath, the golden aura surrounding him snuffing out like a candle flame. His hair settled back into its natural purple strands, falling softly over his forehead as he sheathed his sword with a clean, metallic clack.
"I come in peace," Trunks called out, his voice calm and respectful as he stepped across the scorched dirt. "I'm not your enemy. I came here specifically to meet—"
Before Trunks could finish his sentence, a shadow slammed down onto the dirt right in front of him with an explosive crack of crushed stone.
Vegeta was practically shaking, his face twisted into a mask of pure, unadulterated fury. Veins throbbed aggressively on his temples, and his dark eyes burned into Trunks with a lethal, suffocating intensity. He stepped right into the teenager's personal space, grabbing the front of his own gloves so hard the leather groaned under the pressure.
"Shut up!" Vegeta snarled, his voice a low, dangerous rasp that vibrated through his chest. "Forget your peace, forget your explanations!"
Trunks blinked, taking a half-step back at the sheer violence in the Prince's aura. "I... I was—"
"HOW THE HELL ARE YOU A SUPER SAIYAN?!" Vegeta roared, throwing his arms out as his power flared wildly, cracking the ground beneath their boots. "The transformation of legend! The supreme warrior of the universe! Only a true, full-blooded Saiyan could ever dream of reaching it! Who are you?! Where did you come from?!"
Goku stepped down off the ridge, scratching the back of his head with a bewildered, sheepish expression, though his eyes were sharp. "Yeah... I gotta admit, you took me totally by surprise. I've been training like crazy on Earth, but I haven't been able to unlock it."
Trunks looked between the two of them, his heart hammering in his chest.
'Wait... Goku hasn't transformed? But... Mom and the records said Goku defeated Frieza as a Super Saiyan on Namek! Did I mess something up?'
Trunks cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure under Vegeta's terrifying glare. "I... I can't explain everything just yet. I was going to ask about what happened on Namek, because-"
"You're not the one asking questions here." Vegeta barked, stepping even closer, his chest heaving as his pride took a brutal beating right in front of the entire group. "Answer the question, brat! How did you get that power?!"
Before Trunks could even open his mouth to respond, a heavy, atmospheric sonic boom thundered through the sky above them.
CRASH!
A sleek white space pod plummeted straight out of the clouds, slamming into the rocky plateau just fifty yards away. The ground trembled violently, kicking up a fresh plume of red dust and hot steam as the pod settled into a smoking crater.
Trunks snapped his head toward the crash site, his hand instinctively dropping back to the hilt of his sword. 'Another one?!'
HISS.
The pressurized hatch of the pod unlocked and slowly swung open.
Through the rising steam, a tall, imposing figure stepped out into the bright Earth sunlight. He was clad in the iconic white-and-pink Yardratian tunic, a thick sash, and wrapped pants. His chest armor fit snugly over his heavy frame, and his dark, piercing eyes scanned the wasteland with a calm, absolute clarity. There was no wild, feral rage in his posture, only a deep, compressed, and terrifyingly refined reservoir of power.
Escallion took a single step out of the crater, his boots settling onto Earth soil for the first time in years.
"Who... who is that?!" Trunks asked, his voice trembling slightly as he gestured toward Escallion.
Goku broke into a wide, bright grin, waving his arm wildly in the air. "ESCALLION! Man, am I glad to see you! You made it!"
Escallion slowly stepped out of the crater, his boots crunching against the dry gravel. His eyes drifted over the group, lingering briefly on Trunks, but his aura remained unnaturally still, a heavy, controlled presence that felt entirely different from the raw, explosive rage he had unleashed on Namek.
"Escallion!" Goku cheered, jogging over with a huge grin and clapping a hand onto his shoulder. "You took your sweet time! Look at you, what's with the strange outfit? Did you get all that crazy power under control?"
Escallion gave a low, quiet grunt, adjusting the collar of his Yardratian tunic. "The people of Yardrat know a thing or two about spirit control. My mind is my own now, Kakarot."
Meanwhile, Trunks took two slow steps backward, his chest heaving as he stared at the giant warrior
'According to my history... he shouldn't even be here! Mom told me that both he and Nappa died when they attacked Earth. Did I mess with something I shouldn't have?' The future warrior thought as he looked at the massive Saiyan. Panic began to settle deep in his gut; his mother's stories, the old records, everything he had built his mission on was falling apart right before his eyes.
Vegeta's ears caught the subtle shift in the boy's breathing. His head snapped toward Trunks, his eyes narrowing into deadly slits.
"What's the matter with you, brat?" Vegeta growled, stepping into his line of sight with his arms crossed tightly. "You look like you've seen a ghost. Speak up!"
Trunks swallowed hard, forcing his expression to harden as he pulled his gaze away from Escallion. He couldn't afford to lose his composure now. He took a deep, steadying breath and looked directly at Goku.
"Goku... I need to speak with you alone," Trunks said, his voice firm despite the chaos in his mind. "It's urgent. Please."
Goku blinked, looking between Escallion and the lavender-haired youth, before offering a friendly nod. "Uh, sure thing! Let's head over by those rocks."
As Goku and the mysterious youth stepped off toward a secluded cluster of jagged spires, Gohan and Krillin jogged over to Escallion, smiles breaking across their faces.
"Escallion! You actually made it back!" Krillin grinned, shaking his head in relief as he looked over the towering warrior. "Man, when Namek blew, we thought for sure you were a goner. And look at those clothes, you look like some kind of cosmic monk!"
"I'm glad you're okay, Escallion," Gohan added warmly, tilting his head up to meet his eyes. "You feel... completely different from back on Namek. It's like your Ki isn't wildly boiling over anymore."
Escallion gave a firm, brief nod to the two of them. "It took time. The Yardratians taught me how to align my spirit with my body."
A few paces back, however, Yamcha, Tien, and Chiaotzu stood with their arms crossed, their expressions guarded and tense. Yamcha rubbed the back of his neck, eyeing Escallion nervously.
"I don't know, man..." Yamcha muttered quietly to Tien. "I still remember what happened when he first landed on Earth with Nappa and Vegeta. Guys like him don't just turn into saints overnight."
"Keep your guard up," Tien replied in a low, even tone, his third eye fixed intently on Escallion's suppressed power. "His Ki might be still right now, but the sheer volume of it is terrifying. If he loses his grip, none of us can stop him."
Chiaotzu simply hid slightly behind Tien, giving a cautious nod.
A short distance away, behind the towering rock face...
Trunks stopped walking, ensuring they were well out of earshot of the others. He turned to face Goku, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves.
"Goku... my name is Trunks," the youth began, his voice dropping into a solemn, quiet murmur. "I came here from twenty years in the future using a time machine built by my mother."
Goku's eyes went wide. "The future?! A time machine?! Wow, that's incredible! Wait... who's your mom?"
"Bulma," Trunks revealed softly. A small, bittersweet smile touched his lips before his expression hardened back into deadly seriousness. "And my father... is Vegeta."
Goku gasped, leaning back in absolute shock. "VEGETA?! No way! You mean! That Bulma and Vegeta—?!"
"Please, keep your voice down!" Trunks urged quickly, glancing back over his shoulder.
High up on a narrow stone ledge directly above them, Piccolo stood in absolute silence. His long white cape fluttered softly in the wind as his sensitive Namekian ears twitched, catching every single word echoing up the canyon wall.
"I came back to warn you," Trunks continued, his eyes darkening. "In three years, on May 12th at nine in the morning, two terrifying monsters will appear on an island nine miles south of South City. They are deadly androids created by Dr. Gero, a rogue scientist from the old Red Ribbon Army."
Trunks gripped his fists tightly, the memories of his ruined world flashing behind his eyes. "In my timeline, they slaughtered everyone. Piccolo, Yamcha, Tien, Krillin, my father... all of them were murdered. And you... you couldn't even fight them. You died shortly before their attack from a rare, incurable heart virus."
He reached into his leather jacket, pulling out a small glass vial filled with a dark purple liquid, and pressed it into Goku's hand. "This is the medicine. Take it when you start feeling the symptoms, and it will save your life."
Goku looked down at the vial, his brow furrowed. "Man... that sounds awful. But wait, if you came back to give me this, why did you look so shocked when you saw Escallion?"
Trunks let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his purple hair. "Because my history is completely broken, Goku! In my timeline, Escallion died right here on Earth during the Saiyan invasion. He was never on Namek. You were the one who transformed into a Super Saiyan against Frieza, and you were the one who went to Yardrat!"
Trunks looked deeply into Goku's eyes, his voice trembling with genuine unease. "Seeing Escallion alive... seeing him return from Yardrat in control of that terrifying power, while you haven't even unlocked Super Saiyan yet... everything has shifted. I don't know what kind of future this timeline is heading toward anymore."
Up on the ledge, Piccolo's eyes narrowed into sharp slits, his green jaw clenching tight as he absorbed every terrifying detail of the boy's warning.
Trunks stepped out from behind the towering rock formation alongside Goku, his eyes locking instantly onto Escallion.
No matter how much the timeline had fractured, Trunks knew one undeniable truth: the battle against Dr. Gero's monsters in three years would demand absurd strength. He had to know if this timeline's wildcard, a warrior who shouldn't even be breathing, was a liability or their greatest asset.
"Escallion," Trunks called out, stepping into the open clearing. The wind picked up, whipping his jacket around his frame. "Before I leave... test your strength against mine."
Vegeta sneered from the edge of the plateau, crossing his arms tight against his chest. "This ought to be good."
Trunks ignored him. He widened his stance, took a sharp breath, and clenched his fists.
BOOM!
A column of brilliant, golden light exploded into the sky, tearing open the earth beneath Trunks' boots. Dust and pulverized gravel sprayed outward in a violent shockwave as his hair spiked straight up, glowing gold, and his eyes burned a piercing emerald blue. The sheer pressure of the Super Saiyan transformation rattled the canyon walls, making Yamcha and Krillin instinctively raise their arms to shield their faces.
"Show me," Trunks demanded, his golden aura crackling with static electricity. "Please show me your strength.
Escallion closed his eyes and let out a single, slow exhale.
THUMP-THUMP.
The sound of his heart beating echoed through the valley like a heavy war drum.
RUUUUUMBLE...
The ground didn't just crack; the bedrock deep beneath the earth began to groan. Escallion opened his eyes, his irises shifting into a bright, piercing yellow, surrounded by dark, intense rims. His muscles swelled slightly beneath his white-and-pink Yardratian tunic, veins bulging along his forearms, but his expression remained deathly calm, completely composed.
A dense, luminescent green aura erupted around him, not in a wild inferno, but in a tight, hyper-compressed barrier of pure, refined primal power. The air temperature dropped, heavy with the terrifying weight of the Great Ape's instinct, completely harnessed inside a human frame.
Trunks froze, his breath catching in his throat. His golden aura flickered violently under the sheer atmospheric pressure radiating off Escallion.
'What... what is this?!' Trunks thought, cold sweat instantly soaking his neck. 'It's not Super Saiyan... but the volume of his Ki... it feels bottomless! It's like standing in front of a sleeping volcano!'
Vegeta's eyes bulged, his jaw clenching so hard his teeth squeaked. "Damn it...."
Escallion raised one hand, casually settling into a broad Yardratian guard position, his yellow eyes fixed on the golden teenager.
"Whenever you're ready," Escallion said softly, his deep voice carrying a low, resonant rumble.
Trunks gritted his teeth, the immense weight of Escallion's green aura pressing against him like an ocean current. Pushing past the instinct to step back, the golden warrior exploded forward in a blur of blinding speed.
SCHWING!
Trunks drew his broadsword in a flash of silver, bringing the gleaming blade down in a brutal, lightning-fast arc aimed straight for Escallion's shoulder. It was the same light-speed strike that had sliced King Cold and his armor to pieces seconds before.
Escallion didn't even shift his footing.
With effortless precision, he raised his right hand, extending a single index finger clad in his Yardratian wrapping.
CLANG!
A sharp, metallic ring shattered the silence of the canyon. Sparks exploded outward as the edge of Trunks' sword bit into Escallion's fingertip and ground to a dead, absolute halt. The shockwave tore through the dirt beneath them, carving a circular crater into the stone, but Escallion's finger didn't yield an inch. His bright yellow irises didn't even flicker.
Trunks' eyes widened to the size of saucers, his arms trembling as he put his entire weight into the hilt, trying desperately to push the blade lower. "W-What...?! With a single finger?!"
"Your blade is sharp," Escallion said calmly, his deep voice vibrating with controlled primal energy.
Up on the ridge, Krillin nearly fell over, clutching his head in utter disbelief. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! He blocked a Super Saiyan's sword with his FINGER?!"
Vegeta stared down at the clash, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles bled through his gloves. His dark eyes flickered between the golden hair of Trunks and the calm, yellow eyes of Escallion. 'Just how much stronger did he get..'
Trunks leapt back, landing ten yards away, his golden aura flickering out as he sheathed his sword with a heavy, stunned sigh. He looked at Escallion, then down at his own trembling hands, a small, weary smile breaking through his shock.
"I see..." Trunks murmured, taking a deep breath to steady his racing heart. "You really are different. In my timeline, we were completely alone. But here..." He looked over at Goku, Vegeta, and then back to the giant warrior in Yardratian robes. "...maybe this world actually stands a chance."
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Trunks stepped over to his dome-shaped vessel, his mind finally at ease after witnessing the immense, refined strength of Escallion and the unwavering resolve of the Z-Fighters.
He climbed into the cockpit, pulling down the glass canopy with a heavy, mechanical click. Setting the year target on his console, Trunks looked out through the glass at the group gathered on the plateau, offering them a sharp, respectful nod.
"Train hard, everyone!" Trunks called out, his voice amplified slightly by the craft's comm system. "I'll see you all in three years, May 12th, at nine in the morning!"
Goku gave him a huge grin, raising his hand in an enthusiastic wave. "Count on it, Trunks! We won't let you down!"
Beside him, Vegeta kept his arms tightly crossed, glaring at the craft in brooding silence, while Piccolo, Krillin, Gohan, and the rest of the fighters watched with sharp, renewed focus. Escallion stood tall among them, his yellow eyes tracking the machine as its thrusters ignited with a high-pitched hum.
VRRRRRR...
The Time Machine lifted off the dirt, hovering fifty feet above the canyon floor. A localized temporal field crackled around the hull, distorting the air in a flash of bright light, and in the span of a single heartbeat, the machine vanished into thin air, leaving only a gentle breeze sweeping through the mountain basin.
Silence fell over the wasteland once again. The threat of King Cold was gone, but the shadow of the upcoming Androids hung heavy over every warrior present.
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A/N: Well, the results are in, and it's a tie between 21 and Tights. And as you can see by the Fic picture, I love me some 21. So we are going with the Doctor herself, Vomi (Android 21)