Y/n walked through the bustling streets of the city, her mind still lingering on the events at the lookout. Gohan had been so downcast, and she couldn't shake the feeling that something deeper was troubling him. 

As she tried to retrace the path they had taken earlier, she quickly realized she was lost. Frustration began to bubble up inside her.

"Ugh, why didn't I pay more attention?" Y/n muttered to herself, glancing around at the unfamiliar surroundings.

Determined to find her way, she spotted a cozy-looking restaurant on the corner. The warm lights spilling out onto the sidewalk seemed inviting, so she decided to head inside and ask for directions.

As she stepped into the restaurant, a friendly hostess greeted her with a smile. "Welcome! Table for one?"

Y/n shook her head. "Actually, I was hoping you could help me with something. I'm trying to find the way west out of the city, but I seem to have gotten turned around."

The hostess nodded understandingly. "Sure, I can help with that. Let me write down the directions for you."

Y/n watched as the hostess began scribbling down instructions on a piece of paper. While she waited, her ears perked up at the sound of a conversation taking place a few tables away.

She hadn't been paying much attention at first, but something caught her ear—two people, a man and a woman, discussing something that sounded oddly familiar.

"So, what's our plan after the tournament?" the man asked, his voice low and secretive.

The woman replied with a sigh. "We'll have enough money to move to another country. Goku's too clueless to notice anything anyway."

Y/n's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Goku's name. She forced herself to remain calm, pretending to be focused on the directions the hostess was writing.

"What about Gohan?" the man asked, his tone laced with concern.

The woman's voice grew colder. "I don't really care anymore. I've been pushing him to study all this time, but I'm tired of trying. It's not my problem anymore."

The man hesitated, his voice uncertain. "I don't know, Chi-Chi... that sounds kind of heartless."

Y/n's breath caught in her throat. Chi-Chi? Could this really be Goku's wife? She discreetly glanced over in the direction of the voices, trying to catch a glimpse of the couple without drawing attention to herself.

The hostess handed Y/n the directions, pulling her out of her thoughts. "Here you go! This should get you back on track."

"Thank you," Y/n said, forcing a smile as she took the paper. She moved toward the door, her ears still tuned to the conversation behind her.

"Oh well," Chi-Chi said with a shrug, her voice filled with a shocking lack of concern. She glanced around the restaurant as if sensing someone's gaze, her eyes narrowing slightly when she looked in Y/n's direction.

Y/n quickly turned and pushed the door open, stepping out onto the sidewalk. As the door swung shut behind her, she heard Chi-Chi's voice again, this time tinged with suspicion.

"Did you see that girl? Do you think she was listening to us?"

The man, who Y/n now realized was Yamcha, chuckled nervously. "I didn't even know there was a girl there."

Y/n hurried down the street, her mind racing. The directions were crumpled in her hand as she tried to process what she had just heard. Was that really Goku's wife? It had to be—who else would talk about Goku and Gohan like that? But the way Chi-Chi had spoken, so detached and indifferent, didn't match the person Y/n had heard so much about.

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Y/n finally reached the outskirts of her village, the familiar landscape bringing a sense of relief after the chaotic events of the city. But as she continued down the path leading home, an uneasy feeling settled in her stomach. The village seemed quieter than usual, the air heavy with a strange tension. Something was off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

As she approached her home, the sense of dread grew stronger. The moonlight illuminated her house, casting eerie shadows across the yard. Her breath caught in her throat when she noticed the front door—it was torn off its hinges, hanging limply by a single piece of wood. Her heart raced as she took in the scene, her eyes widening in shock. There was something on the ground, glistening in the moonlight. Blood. A trail of it leading out of the house and into the nearby field.

The events of the night, the conversation she overheard, everything else was pushed to the back of her mind as panic set in. "Dad?" she called out, her voice shaky and desperate. She rushed toward the house, her feet barely touching the ground as she sprinted inside.

The sight that greeted her made her stomach turn. The house was in shambles, furniture overturned, and walls cracked and broken. And in the middle of the chaos lay the body of a humanoid creature, its features twisted and unnatural. It was clearly not human, and it was very much dead.

Y/n's breath came in short gasps as she scanned the room, but there was no sign of her father. Her eyes followed the trail of blood that led out of the house, her heart pounding in her chest. She had to find him. She had to make sure he was okay.

She ran outside, following the blood trail into the field. "Dad!" she yelled, her voice carrying through the still night. "Dad, where are you?"

She called out again and again, her desperation growing with each passing moment. Finally, in the distance, she spotted a figure slumped against a tree. Her heart leaped into her throat as she recognized him—it was her father, struggling to wrap a cloth around his wounded arm.

"Dad!" she cried, rushing to his side. She dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands trembling as she reached out to help him with the bandages.

He looked up at her, his face pale and drawn with pain. "Y/n, you shouldn't have come home tonight," he said, his voice weak but firm.

Y/n ignored his words, focusing on stopping the bleeding. "What the hell happened? Why were you attacked?" she demanded, her voice breaking with a mix of fear and anger.

Her father winced as she tightened the bandage, but he didn't answer right away. He looked away, his gaze distant and troubled. "You shouldn't worry about it, Y/n. It's nothing you need to get involved in."

Y/n's hands froze, her eyes narrowing in disbelief. "Bullshit," she spat, her voice shaking. "I've already lost one parent, and I'll be damned if I lose the other. So you're going to tell me what's going on. Now."

Her father's eyes softened at her words, but there was still hesitation in his expression. He sighed heavily, the weight of whatever burden he was carrying clear in the way his shoulders slumped. "It's... complicated," he began, his voice low and tired. "There are things you don't know, things I've kept hidden to protect you."

Y/n's heart sank at his words. "What things? Dad, I need to know."

He looked into her eyes, seeing the determination and fear that mirrored his own. "There are people out there—things out there—that I've been trying to keep at bay. Your mother knew, but we decided it was best if you didn't. We thought we could protect you from it, but it seems we were wrong."

Y/n's mind raced, trying to process what he was saying. "What are you talking about? What are these things?"

Her father glanced toward the house, where the creature's body lay. "That... thing you saw in the house, it's not the first of its kind. They've been hunting me for years. I've been doing everything I can to stop them, but tonight... they found me."

Y/n's breath caught in her throat as she realized the gravity of the situation. Her father had been living in constant danger, all while keeping it hidden from her. "Why didn't you tell me?" she whispered, the hurt clear in her voice.

"I didn't want you to be burdened by this, Y/n," he said softly. "You deserved a normal life, free from this madness."

Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes, but she blinked them away, determination hardening her resolve. "Well, it's too late for that now. We're in this together, whether you like it or not."

Her father's expression softened, a small, sad smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You're just like your mother," he murmured, pride and sorrow mixed in his voice. "Stubborn to the end."

Y/n returned the smile, but it quickly faded as she pressed on with her questions. "Why were those things chasing you, Dad? What have you been hiding all these years?"

Her father hesitated, the weight of the truth pressing down on him. He knew there was no turning back now. With a heavy sigh, he finally spoke. "Y/n, there's something I've never told you... something I never wanted you to know."

Y/n's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with possibilities. "What is it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her father looked her in the eye, the gravity of his words evident in his expression. "I'm not from this planet. I'm not even from this universe."

Y/n blinked, her mind struggling to process what he was saying. "Not from this universe? What do you mean?"

"I come from a planet in another universe," he explained, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. "I fled my universe and ended up here in Universe 7 by making a deal with a Destroyer God and his angel. That's how I escaped."

Y/n's eyes widened in shock. "You... made a deal with a Destroyer God? Why?"

He paused, the memories of his past flooding back to him. "In my universe, Universe 9, I was indebted to a man named Oregano. I owed him a debt of 100,000,000,000 tents, the currency used in that universe. I knew I could never pay it back, and Oregano... he wanted to take my firstborn daughter as payment."

Y/n's breath caught in her throat. "You mean..."

"At the time, I hadn't met your mother yet," he continued, his voice filled with regret. "But even then, I knew I could never let that happen. I had to get away, to find a way to escape. So I took what little I had and made a deal with Sidra, the Destroyer God of Universe 9. His angel had ties with Universe 7, and they agreed to transport me here in exchange for what I had left."

Y/n stared at him in disbelief. "So that's how you ended up here..."

Her father nodded. "Yes. When I arrived, your mother was the first person I met. She was human, and she found me after I was thrown from my travel pod. I was badly injured, and she nursed me back to health."

Y/n's heart ached as she imagined her mother caring for her wounded father, not knowing the full extent of the danger that followed him. "But what happened then? Why did you keep this from me?"

"When I recovered, your mother and I fell in love," he said, his voice softening at the memory. "But her family couldn't accept that I wasn't from their village... that I wasn't even from this world. They wouldn't allow us to be together, so we left. We moved here, to this village, where we could be safe. Or so I thought."

Y/n bit her lip, the pieces of her father's story slowly coming together. "And Mom... how did she die? Was it the same people?"

Her father's face grew somber, the pain of the memory evident in his eyes. "It wasn't Oregano's men, but... yes, it was connected. Your mother was killed by someone sent from Universe 9 to find me. They tracked us down, even here in Universe 7. They didn't know who she was, but they knew she was important to me. They thought killing her would force me to return."

Y/n's heart shattered at the revelation, her mind reeling from the weight of her father's words. "So... all this time, you've been running? From Universe 9, from Oregano, from everything?"

"Yes," he admitted, his voice heavy with guilt. "I thought I could keep you safe by keeping you in the dark, by staying hidden. But it seems I was wrong."

Y/n shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "Dad... I'm so sorry. You've been carrying this burden alone for so long."

Her father reached out, placing a trembling hand on her shoulder. "I never wanted this for you, Y/n. I never wanted you to be dragged into my past."

"But I am," she said firmly, wiping away her tears. "And I'm not going to let you face this alone. We're in this together, remember?"

He nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of pride and sorrow. "Together," he echoed, his voice barely a whisper.

Y/n took a deep breath, her mind swirling with everything she had just learned. The truth was far more complicated and terrifying than she had ever imagined. But one thing was clear—she couldn't let her father face this alone. No matter what, she would stand by his side.

"Dad," she said softly, her voice filled with determination, "we're going to figure this out. We're going to find a way to stop them, to keep you safe."

He nodded, his expression resolute. "We will. But we have to be careful. Oregano won't stop until he gets what he wants."

Y/n clenched her fists, her resolve hardening. "Then we'll make sure he never gets it."

Her father looked at her, a faint smile playing on his lips. "You really are just like your mother."

Y/n smiled back, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. She had lost one parent, but she wasn't going to lose another. Not if she could help it.

a/n- ahhh a bit of a longer chapter! But I hope you enjoyed it!