Art by @gutsbro14
>>6158531While the Earthlings and the Namekian watch on, stunned, you act. Powering back down into your base form you fly over, landing and kneeling by the downed woman. Gently rolling her over, pressing your right hand to her stomach.
“What are you doing?!” the bald one, who doesn't seem to be ENTIRELY without fatherly instincts then shouts, flying over towards the two of you.
“She's fading, fast. She needs energy.” you tell him, immediately channeling your own power down into her. Your energy infuses the young woman, you feeling her power stabilizing and leveling off, no longer draining as the short one, Krillin supposedly lands by her head. You realize she's no older than Chaya, probably even younger as she stirs, rising back from being unconscious. You watch as the woman, trembling slightly grimaces, eyes slowly opening to see you and the bald man both looking down on her. “Easy, kid, easy.”
“D-Dad? I-Is that really you?” she asks, reaching up towards the bald man. Who takes her hand in both of hers, kneeling down beside her.
“Easy, easy. Don't push yourself.” he says, you clearly seeing the family resemblance as they're closer. “Are you okay? What is your name?”
“My name? Dad, it's me, Marron.” the woman says, brows furrowing as she then sees you as well. “Who're you? And... Why does your power feel... Almost familiar? Your ki feels a lot like Mom's own.”
“Wait, what?” you ask, getting the feeling that you're about to figure out who this person is. “What is your mother's name, Marron?”
“A-Amaya.” she says, your eyes widening in realization. You know that name. Amaya was the name Chaya, from that one timeline called herself. And it would seem that, SOMEHOW, her daughter has now found her way to you.
“Amaya... So, that's why...” you mutter, overwhelmed by the sudden realizations. Taking a step back, you take a second or two to process this all as Krillin helps his daughter, your granddaughter to her feet. You look back over to the other fighters, the Namekian seeming shocked, looking from her to you while the other two look more confused. Looking back, you see Amaya turning back to her damaged machine, reaching in and taking her sword out, buckling it across her chest before turning back. “So, your mother's Amaya. I haven't seen her in years, how is she doing these days?”
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