A man and a woman stared at each other with angry eyes. The air around them felt heavy, like a fight was about to break out.
"You said what? I only married you because you begged me with tears in your eyes!" the fat, middle-aged man yelled. He looked shocked, as if he had just heard something crazy.
"You said what? I only agreed to marry you because you begged me!" the woman in glasses and a red outfit shot back. Her eyes grew wide as she shouted at her husband.
They were a normal Japanese couple, Nobita's parents, named Nobi Nobisuke and Nobi Tamako.
One night, at a fancy dinner filled with tasty food and luxury, a boy with black hair watched his parents. He wore glasses, a beige shirt with two white buttons, and brown pants. His parents always fought over small things, and the arguments grew louder and worse. The boy felt a sharp headache coming on.
* My parents are such a mess. They cannot even eat dinner without starting a fight. *
His name was Nobita, a ten-year-old boy. He was good at string games and shooting, but loved sleeping late and hated studying. He was timid, clumsy, and gave up easily, a weak and slow-reacting Japanese student with bad grades. His friends called him the Maya Tribe's Sun King.
He was a star commander, a pioneer of ancient cat and dog civilizations, and even a leader of the Animal Star rebels. He was Japan's oldest god, a form of Sun Wukong, the solver of the Platinum Maze, a sharpshooter, a pirate king, a demon slayer, a builder of ancient civilizations, a protector of dinosaur worlds, a guardian of Koya Star, a savior of Wangwang Kingdom, an ender of Bermuda civilizations, a creator of the Cloud Kingdom, a mediator between silicon and carbon life, and a savior of Atlantic and Pacific underwater worlds. This was Nobita.
For ten years, he had reached for the moon and tamed sea dragons. He saw things humans would never believe.
Through the Anywhere Door, with a map of the whole universe, he stepped onto the moon, visited other worlds, and braved wild time vortexes. He faced endless threats in the darkest abyss, dangers big enough to swallow all of humanity.
Angels, demons, giant fish with human heads, living rocks, and monsters that drove people mad just by looking at them, broken machine gods, and cruel flesh kings, all begged for mercy under his fury.
From the stars of the universe to the birth of life long ago, his footprints, his shadow, and his work marked history. Millions of years back, he taught early humans to light fires against the night, to beat darkness, ignorance, and fear, and to hunt terrible beasts.
He watched spaceships burn at Orion's edge, saw C-beams glow near the Tannhäuser Gate in the dark. Reality broke apart and rebuilt itself, as if it was always that way. But all these moments would fade in time, like tears in rain. Then, the time to die arrived.
From the first cell of life in the sea, to giant beasts of the Stone Age, to humans standing tall, to the Bronze and Iron Ages, ruling with horses and swords.
Looking back, stars shone, the sky turned, guns fired, and fireworks lit the night. Steam, electricity, atomic power, and oil grew. Machines hummed, smoke stung the nose, ash and soot blocked the view. This was change, a sign of science and progress. The boy once did it all, unmatched by any saint, hero, or great person in history.
He was hope and salvation, a symbol of victory, the uncrowned king of the universe, one of humanity's strongest.
He traveled to space, other worlds, alien planets, past, future, and parallel universes, leaving marks across all dimensions. He faced countless enemies, from ancient dinosaurs, plant aliens, and demons to vampires, the Moon Rabbit Kingdom's Espers on Kaguya Star, and all kinds of monsters, time criminals, and a heartless iron army in giant mechs. They all fell to the boy, part of his endless heroic deeds.
Then, he turned his eyes to a blue, cat-shaped robot from the 22nd century, giving it a pleading look.
The blue cat robot had no ears, a round head, and a white face, belly, and limbs. Six black whiskers stretched from each side of its face. A red collar with a big golden bell hung around its thick neck, or maybe where its head met its sturdy body. A small pocket on its belly opened to a 4D space with endless room. Its nose was a bright red ball.
Noticing Nobita's troubled look and headache, the chubby blue cat, who loved dorayaki, quietly pulled Nobita away. They slipped out of the loud, tense living room.
"Oh no, Doraemon, what do we do now?" the black-haired boy asked.
"I do not know," Doraemon replied, sweat beading on its face.
* A robot sweating? That makes me wonder about 22nd century science. *
"Hey, if this keeps up, I will be an orphan! Think of something, Doraemon!" Nobita said, looking around in a panic.
He saw his parents grab things from the living room to use as weapons, stubbornly hitting each other.
After a while, when words failed to stop or calm his parents, Nobita and Doraemon decided to use the Time Machine. Nobita planned to go back twelve years, to when his parents met and fell in love, using the Time Machine in his desk drawer. He wanted to find out who really proposed to whom.
"Dad ran off angry from the fight. Take my Anywhere Bag for now. Use the gadgets inside and figure it out, but do not mess up! If you make it so you are not born, we are in trouble. I will join you later. First, I need to find Dad and bring him home. It is late and dangerous. Adults acting like kids, so impulsive! Also, why does the Lie Detector say both Mom and Dad are telling the truth?" Doraemon grumbled, then stopped.
It took off its magic pocket and tossed it to Nobita, then rushed out of the room.
"Okay, we will split up and handle this," Nobita said.
He scratched his head, looked at the Anywhere Bag full of gadgets like the Anywhere Door, Earth Destruction Bomb, Bamboo Copter, Air Cannon, Invisibility Cloak, Time Cloth, Transformation Leaf, and Devil Passport. With a sigh, he slipped into his desk drawer.
His goal was to go back in time to see his young mother.
* No, that is not the main goal. I just want to save my family. *