● Earth
With Original 24th Doctor Regeneration (Merlin)

The Doctor, know as Merlin, sighed. After the Daleks were confined to their Galaxy he still had to evacuate all the species from their planets... but they refused to leave. Of course they did, nothing was wrong at first. Then, when the Daleks discovered space travel and began attacking other planets... they wanted to stay... stay and fight for their homes.

So Merlin helped them. He managed to travel between the planets, fighting the Daleks with the other Doctor fragments. They lived for thousands of years because of this... but then the Daleks discovered Time Travel... and the Time War begun.

Being on a much smaller scale made it no less brutal for the lifeforms trapped in that Galaxy. Soon the other races invented time travel and waged war across time and space against the Daleks... inevitably... they lost. Then they finally accepted the Doctors' help at relocation.

Merlin brought many of the bipedal magical races to Earth, just after the ice age, as well as many of the creatures.

Starswirl insisted on taking the quadrupedal sentient races and smarter animals. He did have a soft spot for the ponies in particular just as Merlin cared for the Eternals (that would one day become Wizards).

Then M-aiq lead brought many more bipedal races to the planet of Nirn. As there were simply too many for Earth to support.

There were only a few thousand survivors of each race but they were able to make Earth their home. Wars came and went but Merlin tried to maintain the peace between them. It was hard, given that he wasn't always on the planet, but the other Doctors frequented Earth as well... it was where their human father was born after all. Earth always had a special place in their hearts... of course the reason Earth was involved in so much intergalactic drama was probably because the Doctors loved it so much. Aliens were attracted too it because the Doctor was attached to it. It was a vicious cycle.

Regardless of all that Merlin know had a job to do, to insure the future glory of the magical world.

"It's... it's bigger on the inside?" Salazar Slytherin gaped as he looked around. The 11 year old boy couldn't comprehend what he was seeing.

"The sheer level of magic required to maintain this." Rowena Ravenclaw, the small girl just as old, was just as awed.

Merlin smiled, "Actually, it requires very little. This isn't an extension charm. It's another dimension attached a specific point in our reality. The door is merely the gateway to the TARDIS.

Rowena gaped, "Interdimensional physics... this stuff was theoretical even by the Eternals standards!"

The move of all the lifeforms from their home planets had sent them all back to the stone age, but scholars still had Legends of their former glory. They merely developed into myths about once living amongst gods and devils in the heavens before being brought to Earth... by himself.

"You really are Merlin!" the eyes of Helga Hufflepuff looked up at him. The youngest by three months.

Godric Gryffindor, the oldest by 2 days before Salazar, "Why would a god gather 4 kids from across the country?"

Merlin frowned at the 'god' remark. "I intend to teach you all I know. So that you may teach others. Maybe then you will understand 'gods' aren't so far beyond your understanding. It's mortals that are the complex ones."

Stepping over to the console, Merlin smiled at the children that would grown into the Founders of Hogwarts. The Founders of the greatest wizarding school that would ever exist. He wanted to make sure they were worthy of that. "Time for your first lesson," he flipped a lever.

● Nirn
With Original 25th Regeneration, M-aiq The Liar (Khajiit)

M-aiq had traveled the world for thousands of years, searching so long he gave up hope of ever finding his lost friend.

Millenniums ago he woke up as a bipedal kitten, with a whole life in his head of adventures across space and time. He was the Doctor... and no one believed him. He told the neighbor kids of his adventures and developed a bit of reputation, M-aiq the Liar.

He regenerated into a baby thousands of years ago and lost his time machine. He had been sent to an orphanage and his TARDIS left behind. Soon there after he was adopted by a couple of cat people (well he supposed they were technology called "Khajiit" but he stuck to "Cat People" as it sounded less demeaning) on the planet Nirn.

He had a descent enough childhood despite not aging the same way as everyone else. He was always considered odd, and was an outcast as a result.

He had traveled the planet through it's history, helping the champions of each age. Shug Gasr, the Nerevarine, an Orc woman that saved the country of Morrowind from Dagoth Ur. Bastlim Elmgrass, the Champion of Cyrodiil, an unlikely hero in the form of a young Wood Elf boy who saved the world from the Oblivion crisis. Tee-Dum Vees'r, the Dovahkiin, an Argonian descended from dragons who saved the country of Skyrim from a dragon invasion. And each of their party members, the men and women who could become the leaders of each guild.

Still M-aiq did not find his TARDIS. Myths and Leagues developed around him. Governments fell and new ones rose to power. Eventually the Time of Blights re-emerged, and Darkspawn were born from the greed of mortals.

M-aiq helped fight against each blight, going so far as to create the first Grey Wardens himself, but eventually his champions fell and M-aiq was forced to find the survivors. He assisted the remaining 7 Grey Wardens across the country of Ferelden, gaining powerful allies along the way well raising an army. At last they defeated the Darkspawn.

M-aiq had been through so much... yet most of his life had been relatively boring. He never liked going the long way round for anything and he lived through every moment of it for the last few thousand years. Including all the Mondays. Rassillion, did he hate Mondays.

Now he finally stood on the bridge of his TARDIS. Alone, all his loved ones long died. Soon he would join them... in his own way. Who is to say that the next bloke would even miss them.

Suddenly the Sky burned gold. Was the planet regenerating with him? No that was stupid. The Doctor screamed as his own regeneration powers kicked in. But something didn't feel right. His old body was healing but not changing. Once it stopped he looked at himself in the mirror and saw the same old face of a silver and faded orange Khajiit.

He was probably the first of is counterparts to figure out what is going on.

He wasn't in the old universe anymore, it never even truly existed. His memories were echoes of a reality that should have been but the current one had just as much right to exist... if not more so.

He checked Nirn's history... and found the planet never existed. Then the Time War happened and he brought all the races together on a planet that would be Nirn. Once that happened history rest itself... without him. It was his friends destinies to save the planet so guess it made sense they would still do that without him. Still he checked in on them from time to time... occasionally helped them with a quest for nostalgia's sake... and eventually got pulled into their disaster through his own screwups.

He should have just left but he couldn't. He was traveling between each time zone fighting the biggest disasters the planet ever faced simultaneously between different groups... someone was bound to get hurt...

Gasr... died... and M-aiq couldn't accept it. He pulled into himself and used his godly magics to resurrect him... as a Celestial. It almost killed the Khajiit Doctor but he took it a step further. Granting the powers to each of his adventurer parties... and they used it to establish themselves as the protects of the planet Nirn.

He was on of the few Doctor's that didn't have any Celestials at the birth of the universe... as he had died alone. Now he had an army of the planets greatest champions. He was eager to show them the stars since they had finished covering the disasters... and they couldn't reasonably stay on the planet. They might accept mess up history as he had... still... he really was eager to show them the stars

● In Deep Space
• With Original 27th Doctor Regeneration, Namekian (Piccolo's race from Dragon Ball Z)
• Before the Time War

An older green gentleman, with bold / amphibian like skin and antenea, looked out his TARDIS doors. His scrawny body was dressed in a red velvet suit with a purple dress shirt covered in ruffles. Over all he looked very Christmassy despite it being the middle of June, at least in this timezone. He smiled as the empty void of space his TARDIS floated in burned in bright golden flames. "Guess I'll need to get used to how this place feels now," he spoke out loud as the fire died and space returned to normal.

"Doesn't anyone care how I feel!?"

The Doctor turned to see the most overdramatic creature in the cosmos, a 12 year old boy. The child had a snow white exoskeleton with a purple bump on each of his shoulders, chest, and bold head. Frieza somehow stormed out of the console well slouching.

The Doctor, as who else could this green man be, smiled at the display. The tween years were probably the most confusing time for any child. The clever ones were just starting to form their own opinions well being so ready to be seen as adults when they weren't even looked at as teenagers yet. Giving a content sigh, The Doctor closed the doors and followed after the boy.

"How is the training going?" The Doctor smiled at the child as he walked into the kitchen. The boy was already sitting at the table. Pouring himself a bowl of cereal.

"Annoying," Frieza grumbled. "This is a lot harder then I thought it be," He complained as he ate his own cereal. The Doctor could make him a lush breakfast of bacon and French toast but the boy preferred his Lucky Charms. The child shoved in a spoon full well asking. "Why can't I do anything fun in this form!?"

"It's been explained to you." The Doctor smiled. "And don't talk with your mouth full."

The boy quickly swallowed. "Sorry... but this training is so stupid. I'm tired all the time and I'm not even doing anything!" The boy suddenly wailed. "Can't you talk to dad?"

The Namekian Doctor laughed. "You think he'll listen to me? F.T. is near unmovable when it comes to your training."

"YEAH! But normally we do fun stuff! LIKE SPARRING AND PRACTICING KI BLASTS! Right now I'm just kinda walking around in my final form. Is really easy but I feel drained all the time so dad won't let me do any proper training! Is totally unfair!" The little boy wailed.

The Doctor opened his mouth to comment but a new man entered the kitchen.

The young man rested a hand on the boy's head, rubbing the exoskeleton as if it was hair in need of ruffling, "I know it's hard." The young man had a purple bowl cut of his own so there were worse things then being part of a race without hair Frieza supposed. "But the longer you hold onto your final form the easier it will be to use and the longer you can use it. You'll also have more control and be more aware of your strength."

Frieza just pouted. "I keep breaking things."

The Doctor shrugged. "Just gives me more things to fix. You know how much I love tinkering." He winked at the child, getting a grin.

"You're the one who said you wanted to be able to walk around in your ultimate form all the time," the young father reminded, "I know the training for it isn't exciting but this is how you do it. Though what is wrong with your base form I can't figure."

"WHAT KINDA SELF RESPECTING BOY WOULD WANT TO RUN AROUND ALL PINK ALL THE TIME!" The boy shrieked. His prepubescent voice hitting a pitch that hurt dogs' ears.

"Use your inside voice," The Doctor lightly scolded and Frieza immediately adjusted the volume. "Is this about those Klingon kids that were teasing you?"

Frieza shifted in his seat. "... no..." The boy sounded unconvincing.

"You are very handsome, no matter what form you're in," F.T. assured.

The boy just shrugged, looking all mopey.

"Tell you what." F.T. looked concerned. "We can spend some time training later today if you spend the next few hours appreciating your base form."

Frieza suddenly shifted back to his original form not a millisecond later. He now had cotton candy pink skin with occasional patches of white and purple exoskeleton. He even grew horns for his base form, on his much clunker head that looked like a naturally occurring helmet. "Thanks, dad." The boy bounced up from the table and ran off, nearly tripping on the legs of his pajamas.

Trunks blinked, before looking at the Doctor. "I think we've been had."

The Doctor smiled. "He does have a way of manipulating us doesn't he."

Trunks suddenly looked worried and the Doctor immediately responded by slapping him upside the head, "You seriously need to stop looking for 'evil' traits in the boy. All children are demons that try to manipulate their parents. He is a perfectly normal child but if you keep freaking out whenever he does something bad he will live down to your expectations. Just as any child would."

The young man sighed, "I know. Is just easier said then done."

"RELAX, F.T. we've done a good job with that boy."

"Please stop calling me that," asked F.T.

"Alright but it is a bit of a mouthful to call you ' Future Trunks' all the time."

"My name isn't Future."

"Bit inaccurate to but 'From an Alternate Reality that no longer exist, Trunks' is even worse to say in passing conversations."

"You could always just call me 'Trunks,' as that's my name."

"We have had this talk before." The Doctor smirked. "Technically this dimension already has a Trunks of it's own. You're a time abnormality that shouldn't exist but does, because of your amateur time travel exploits. Most embarrassing, that, and what kind of friend would I be if I didn't mock you for your mistakes every other day."

"A better one." Future Trunks frowned with his mouth, yet his eyes smiled.

A few hours later, The Doctor was walking past the boy's room... and caught a strange sight.

The boy was standing in front of a long mirror, frowning and poking at his pink arm. He was standing in nothing but his Pokemon underpants with his shorts and tshirt on the bed.

The boy blushed purple as he looked over at the Doctor. The hesitantly looked back at the mirror. "Why do I have to be pink?" The boy frowned as he poked his skin again. "People keep mistaking me for a girl!"

"That shrill voice doesn't help." The Doctor smiled and came into the room, sitting on the bed so Frieza could see him in the mirror.

"GEEZ THANKS!" The boy rolled his eyes then looked back at himself, not at all happy with what he saw.

"There is nothing wrong with the way you look. Pink is a common skin color for your species."

"SO IS PURPLE!" Frieza sneered at the Doctor's reflection. "Why can't I be purple! Pink is just the WORST color!"

The Doctor shook his head. "You don't need to be so worried about being girly. That isn't even accurate. Boys and girls aren't really all that different for most species. Some are tough and sporty, where others are gentle and nerdy, and everything in between. Gender has really nothing to do with it. It is more cultural norms that cause the differences, and those are imposed purely by people thinking how people should be. You shouldn't be so concerned about what others demand of you. You are beautiful, don't be ashamed of it, own it. Be confident in yourself and most people will respect you for it."

Frieza sighed. "I get it."

"No you don't." The Doctor shook his head. "I have yet to meet a 12 year old that has the slightest bit of confidence in who they are. You're just beginning to figure that out. Your father wants you to be a great warrior and merciful king. I would like it if you lived the life of a scholar. It is entirely your decision who you will be, and you don't have to live up to either of our expectations. You could become a stay at home dad, a janitor, a dojo master... A man completely anonymous to history but still just as important as a king. Kings mean nothing without the little people they protect. All that matters, is in the end, that your happy. That you grow up into someone who is kind, and doesn't care they are pink. All you have to do is learn to be happy with yourself, and your father and I will be proud of whoever you growup into."

Frieza smiled. "You always give the cheesiest speeches." The boy shook his head.

"I'm an old man." The Doctor smiled. "It's my prerogative."

"Thanks, Grampa... but I still don't want to be pink." The boy's body began to shift, twisting into an assortment of different forms until turning back into his last. His snow white form with purple patches. Because of this 'Annoying' training it was much easier to ascend through his various transforms. He was a shapeshifter by nature, although he only had a few preordained transformations to his biology. "Once I get used to being in this form all the time I won't ever have to go back."

"Indeed." The Doctor nodded. "I probably understand better then others about what it is like to change your face. Although my weirdness seems limited compared to yours. This form is still you, but your base form is the face you were born with. It makes up the core of who you are. The stronger it gets, the stronger your ultimate form is. If you stay in this form all the time you won't advance nearly as quickly."

"Not everything is about power." Frieza shrugged.

"Good lad." The Doctor smiled. "I just wish such a mature sentiment wasn't forged through insecurity. Pink is cool. Don't let anyone tell you different."

"Purple is cooler," the boy snarked. Always wanting to get the last word in, so the Doctor let him.

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"Frieza was never born!" Trunks screamed as he ran into the Doctor's study.

"Eh?" The Doctor looked up from his book.

"After you told me we were in a new dimension I decided to look up the history."

"I warned you about that." The Doctor lightly scolded.

"Frieza was never born in this reality! He is a time anomaly, like me! He... he can't help us remove King Cold from the throne. He has no claim to it! WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO!"

The Doctor would have to think about that.