1 Undead
By: Kichi
DISCLAIMER: DBZ is not mine.
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 was missing 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 the 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. Suddenly Gero grabbed his arm.
"What's you name?"
"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.
By: Kichi
DISCLAIMER: DBZ is not mine.
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 was missing 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 the 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. Suddenly Gero grabbed his arm.
"What's you name?"
"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.