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Ball Z and all it's characters belong to Akira Toriyama, Toei Animation,
Bird Studio's, FUNimation, etc. and are being used without permission.
Also, this is an AU fic. Set in Mirai
Trunks’ time right after Mirai Vegeta’s death.
She felt it happen.
She felt the horrible pain that nearly stopped her heart and sent her crashing
to the ground.
“V-Vegeta!” she gasped
her heart began to pound painfully as she felt him slip away. “No!
Kami no, please!” she wept pounding the floor with her fists. Everything
was going so wrong! First Goku, now Vegeta! “Oh Vegeta!” she
sobbed curling into a ball of agony.
17 stared down at the
broken Saiyan Prince.
“Pathetic.” He spat
on the corpse. “All that talk for nothing. I’m bored now.”
18 nodded in agreement. The rest of the earth’s forces had scattered
after Vegeta’s death, The Namek had to drag the half breed away and 18
had no interest in stopping them. There was always tomorrow.
“Maybe Dr. Gero can
have some fun with him.” 18 offered. 17’s smooth features crinkled
in disgust.
“And just where does
that leave us?”
“We can watch.”
“You fools! What
do you expect me to do with this? He’s dead!” Dr. Gero growled.
17 stomped his foot in anger, why did he listen to 18? She was so
stupid sometimes. 18 heaved a deep sigh, rolling her eyes.
“Well I thought with
your superior intellect, that you could do something fun with him.”
Dr. Gero snarled angrily at her insolence and sarcasm. Who was she
to question his intellect, he had created her!
“I can do anything
with this hunk of flesh, you fool!” he snapped. “Put him in
the isolation chamber, I don’t want him to start rotting!”
Bulma lay in her bed,
shaking with sobs. She didn’t know why she missed Vegeta so much,
she never knew she’d grown so attached to him, never knew…
She never knew how
much she loved him. And she never had the chance to tell him.
And even if she did, wouldn’t he just sneer at the words as he did nearly
everything else? She didn’t care. She still wished he knew.
Now their son would
grow up without his father. It wasn’t fair!
Six weeks later…
He slowly opened his
eyes. He was immersed into some type of liquid and he wanted out.
He drew back his fist and slammed into the glass encasing him. It
immediately shattered and he and the fluid spilled onto the floor.
He sat still for a long time, gasping for breath before he finally looked
around. Wherever he was it was not in the least familiar, but then
again, he couldn't really remember much of anything.
"Wonderful! Your
awake at last!" a raspy voice greeted him from the corner of the dimly
lit laboratory.
"How did you bring
him back?" a female voice asked.
"Nano-technology, my
dear. Not my own invention, sadly, but it worked none the less."
"Almost." Came a half-amused
male voice. "Look at his eyes." At last all three stepped into the
small beam of light that shone on the Iso-chamber. Vegeta did nothing,
merely stared at them curiously.
"Do I know you?" he
asked. The first to have spoken, an old, balding man with a skullet*
walked up close and peered into Vegeta's face.
"Not directly, boy."
The old man replied. "What is his original eye-color 18?"
"Dark brown or something."
The female lazily replied.
"Hmm.." Vegeta blinked.
"Who are you?" he demanded
at last, his voice tired, but there was a small spark of anger in his now
pale gray eyes.
"I am Dr. Gero.
This is 17 and 18." He said motioning to the other rooms occupants who
stepped into the light. Vegeta frowned as though trying to recall
their faces.
"You have met them
before, do you remember?" Dr. Gero asked. Vegeta stared at them for
long moments, during which, both android twins wore their regular façade.
He shook his head.
"No." Dr. Gero
smiled.
"Well, it doesn't matter.
How do you feel?" Vegeta tilted his head to the side, as if listening
for something.
"Fine." He murmured
at last.
"Good. You can
return home then."
"What?!" 17 and 18
cried in unison. Dr. Gero turned and glared at them.
Vegeta ignored them all, a frown of confusion plastered on his face.
"Something wrong?"
Gero asked.
"I.. can't remember
where I live."
"Oh!" Gero cried, slapping
his forehead. It was then that Vegeta noticed that the top half of
his head was a glass bowl covering a brain. "Silly me. Just
look for this building." He held up a small disk and pressed a button.
A small holographic image of a yellow, dome-shaped building appeared.
The look of confusion did not leave Vegeta's face. "Trust me!" Gero
said, with a faint smile. "There's a young lady there who will be
thrilled to see you."
"Huh?" Vegeta blinked.
"Don't worry!" Gero
continued, spinning Vegeta towards the huge double-door. The large
doors swung open with an angry hiss of steam and fresh air gusted in.
Vegeta shivered as the chill mountain air raced across his flesh.
"Just head in that general direction. You can't miss it." He
said, pointing toward the east.
"Alright." Vegeta said
with a shrug. Anywhere was better than this dank tomb. Something
about the old man and the two called 17 and 18 bothered him. Suddenly
Gero grabbed his arm.
"What's you name?"
the old man asked, eyeing him with a shrewd expression.
"Vegeta." He replied.
At least that he knew.
"Can you remember how
to fly?" Vegeta tilted his head to the side and slowly lifted off
the floor. "Good! Now you can go." Vegeta shrugged and
took off in the direction Gero had advised.
TBC.
A/N: if you really want to know what a
skullet is go to: www.mulletsgalore.com