Dragon Ball Z
Genisys
The elderly mans hands tremble as he picks up the bloody and damaged head of android 18. Pieces and shards of an unknown metal fall from the head.
"Come now 18. Your brother is far too damaged to repair. But with you I think it's still possible to repair, and give you a new body."
His steps are slow and soft. His body already at the end of this life cycle. Knowing this, he has decided to make one last stand for humanity.
The curse of what the saiyans have brought upon this world is unforgivable in his eyes. What Trunks and the Z fighters have done is nothing more than hell on earth.
"Your old creator didn't do too good of a job in building you to be resilient. He still had left human parts within your body. Giving you a shell that was little more than an exoskeleton. I promise to take good care of you my dear. My daughter, my precious... precious child. You have my word, you shall live again. And save the world."
His heart beating slowly and his breathing heavy, he looks upon his watch on his wrist, a creation of his own design. Reading the digital display it indicates that he has only 92 hours of lifetime left.
"Just enough time. I have just enough time to give you. My doing this for you... Lazuli. My little girl."
He hobbles into the driver seat of his old 1956 Datsun model 112, and places his daughters head in the passenger seat carefully upon a pillow. He pulls out a little towel from his right pants pocket and wipes away the oil and hydraulic fluids from her face. Being careful not to damage the skin material.
Looking upon his daughters face, observing that she only has one human eye and the other is a cybernetic optic that was obviously installed with mid grade knowledge of cyber technology.
Wiping a tear from his left eye he swallows the sadness building up inside of him. Memories begin to flood in as he remembers his last conversation with his little girl. Remembering the things he had said to her. And wishing that he could take back the horrible things he said to her.
That moment in his old home, he begins to reminisce those moments when she was but a toddler. And the everlasting hole that was left in his heart when she had grown into a young adult at the age of 18.
He had always imagined she would become a mechanic or sports instructor of some sort. Her passion for cars and high fashion was admirable. Except all the things she loved, had been taken away... by the Z fighters and the constant combat they brought upon the people of earth.
Things had always been peaceful before they had come upon this planet. And the moment they changed everything in life for them. The fight Goku and his friends had with the other aliens that came into the city... the explosions and destruction of buildings and homes. Falling rubble burying countless people in a mass grave of a shattered world.
His wife and son had gone out shopping that day. They were so happy since it was his daughter's birthday. The plan was to have a family moment, and go out to a movie after dinner. Then go out ice skating and have her open up her presents.
But then... that fight... that... battle. Knowing the people you love, had been killed by some aliens with no respect for life. They only live to get stronger and fight more dangerous enemies'. It's never enough for them.
"The saiyans... I wish they could look upon each and every family they broke apart. Look upon all the broken hearts of this world. We parents exist, for the love of our children. Every action we take, no matter how dangerous to ourselves... or how much it hurts us inside. Is for the love of our kids. And now... I have no family. My reason for living, that is what they have taken from me. And from my little girl."
That moment when his daughter came home. That night, she didn't say a single word. She didn't even eat anything for an entire week. He would bring her food three times a day during that time. And leave it at her bedroom door. Only to pick it up a few hours later and feed it to a few stray children he had allowed into his home.
Children that no longer had any living family. His home had become a shelter for the lost children of this world.
After a little while she had begun to change from the happy child she once was, into a cold hearted delinquent. Staying out all night and not coming home for several days at a time. She started drinking to numb the pain within her. And hanging around with the wrong crowd of friends. And once this behavior had started, days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, until finally, he couldn't take this behavior anymore.
And at long last, one day... he opened her bedroom door to find her drunk and close to passing out at her table looking through old photos of her family. Looking upon her mother and younger brother when they were still around. When things were normal.
"Is this what my child has turned into? An alcoholic delinquent! What do you think your mother would say!?"
Slowly she turned her head to glare at him with an inner rage he had never seen before.
"Don't talk to me like that! It's your fault they died."
His eyes widen in surprise. And that's the moment he lost his self control. And lost his child.
"MY FAULT? HOW DARE YOU... YOU LITTLE UNGRATEFUL BRAT! LOOK AT YOURSELF. YOU'RE NOTHING MORE THAN A BUM! JUST SHORT OF BEING HOMELESS! IF IT WASN'T FOR ME YOU WOULD BE OUT ON THE STREETS BEGGING FOR SCRAPS OF FOOD AND SELLING YOUR BODY FOR POCKET CHANGE!"
She places her hands in her jacket pockets and spits in his face. Declaring her rejection of her biological father.
"It is your fault. You're the one you told them to go out that day. You're the one who insisted on cake and presents. I said to you, I told you that I didn't want any of that stuff. And because of you, they died. Because of you the saiyans killed Mom and David. It's your fault. You did this."
On instinct, almost on its own, his hand moves faster than he can realize what he's doing. He slaps her cheek with his right hand. And speaks two words he can never take back. Two words he was never able to take back in the lifetime of his child. Or within his own lifetime.
"Fuck you!"
A quiet few seconds pass between them. Those few seconds seemed like minutes.
Her head slumped down and her hair covering her eyes as tears began to drip down to the white carpet floor.
"Lazuli I'm... I'm so-"
"No... you said what you mean. I get it. I'm a burden for you. I'll just get out of your way. You have other kids to take care of. I'll just go, I can take care of myself. Hang out with my friends and sell my body for pocket change. I'm sure that people will be willing to give me scraps of food if I beg hard enough."
She grabs her wallet off the table and her flask of vodka. And begins to storm out of her room and down the hall towards the front door. Blocking out the protests of her father.
"Lazuli wait. I didn't mean it. LAZULI STOP... STOP... STOOOOP!"
That was the last moment he had ever seen his daughter. The last words he had spoke to her. The last moment they shared in the world of the living. And the last moment he remembers as he comes out of his flashback as he arrives at his broken down and destroyed home.
His house had suffered a blast of boulders and slabs of rocks from a fight the saiyans had seven years ago. It cost the children he was watching over... their lives. The only reason he survived, is because he was out shopping for food that day. He lost everything to these aliens.
Slowly he drives his car onto the broken driveway and puts it in park. Opening the door and gently lifting up his daughters head.
"Come now, it's almost time. I have a little surprise for you my little girl. We don't have that much time."
He makes his way to the broken off front entrance door and pushes a few weeds out of his way as he enters what he calls his home. His vision blurry and his body begs him for rest. But right now, rest only means he would be wasting what little valuable time he has left. Making his way to the basement door he opens it up the lock with a large iron hey the size of a three fingers.
The lock clicks open and he pushes the cast iron door open. Carefully he begins to walk down the wooden steps and flips a breaker bar on the wall the sends power to this basement. Revealing a lab that took him six years to build.
He makes his way to a small wooden table with high grade cybernetic tools and nanotech blueprints, a soft smile graces his aged face as he places her head on the counter.
"After you ran away, I got a letter from a doctor saying he found you and that you had been changed into something else. Something more than human. It didn't take me long to figure out since a few months later I saw you all over T.V. with that boy called 17. I always knew that things wouldn't turn out very good for you. I guess... you can call it a parents intuition."
Turning around he walks over to a cold hard table with a body underneath a white bed sheet. Placing his hand upon it, he grabs the cloth and pulls it off the body and lets it fall to the floor, revealing a much more robust and technologically advanced endoskeleton.
"It took me three years of nonstop self educating to learn about these things and another two years after that on how to build them. And another year to obtain the material. I didn't want to build you a body made out of the same stuff that doctor built you out of. Just look at how that turned out. No. I wanted to make you out of something new. I call it Graphene-chromin-tanium. The strongest known new substance in our universe. You can get shot at with tanks and all sorts of rockets all day long. Get bombarded with nukes and still walk out of it more pissed off than hurt."
He picks up a pan holding a few simple tools and walks over to the head of Android 18 and places it right next to her.
"Now... let's get to work."
As the minutes tick by turning into hours, he extracts the C.P.U. from his daughters head and wires it up to a computer that downloads the limited data from her memory banks. It takes several hours to obtain the proper coded files and reprogram them to not be so primitive. Before she was limited to only wanting to kill Goku. Leaving the rest of her program space virtually unusable. To be honest, all ps4 and xbox 1 and Nintendo switch games have more programming than that. Even Ps 2 and xbox original games are more detailed.
But regardless of this, he was prepared. He wrote out so much code to fix all this in preparation. And wanted to write in core memories that she had before involving family and memories from before. But it's simply not possible since he would need to make details about furniture, location, faces, smiles, conversation and much, much more. Unfortunately it's not possible. Thus... his child will end up being more machine than human.
"No matter. I can work around this technical difficulty. I can make her serve the public trust, protect the innocent, calculate on what to do with those who endanger her outer skin, how to deal with delinquents, conversation and protocols. I can do it."
He glances at his watch and is in shock of how much time is left. He had known working on the code would take the longest, but he didn't expect it to take this long.
"I have ... 53 minutes left. That's... not enough time... to talk to her... to say I'm sorry."
No... it's not enough time for him to even look at her when she wakes up. So he can instruct her on what to do. But he was ready just in case of this sort of thing happening. He wrote in into a code. To pick up on his voice in a recording.
He presses enter and uploading begins. All the information and code begins to flood into the C.P.U. The new C.P.U. he had made for her. And while this information is being allocated into the necessary files, he walks over to a cold storage freezer, opening it up and walking in to observe the skin he had made for her. Silicone based mixed in with flexible carbon fiber texture and polymorphic chromium. It took him a year to properly make after a few trial and error moments. But he finally got it right.
"Once this skin is placed upon the skeleton, it's going to bond to it permanently."
The bonding process is possible thanks to the chemical base 1 is covered inside the skin, base 2 covers the skeleton and takes about twenty minutes to set.
He takes the skin off the manikin holding it up and brings it into the table next to the skeleton, then walks over to a cabinet and takes out base 1 and base 2 liquids. But before this, he must prepare the power core units. They have been charging for over two years. Just for this moment.
Just then he feels his heartbeat jump a bit. He glances at his watch and can see... He's suffering a heart attack.
"No... not now... not yet."
He shoves his left hand into his pants pocket and pulls out an injection of adrenalin and a mix of other chemicals... at this point... he's just buying time.
He stabs the needle into his arm and injects the fluid and drops the syringe after it's done.
"Have... to keep... moving."
His vision now pulsing with red and his breathing erratic he pushes himself to finish this. He has to bring her back. Bring his girl back so she can fix all this. Trunks traveled into another parallel universe and changed the future of that dimension. But this dimension... the real timeline. He himself had found a way to fix it. A one way ticket.
He barely makes it to the closet of the basement, opening the door to reveal a high powered direct current feeding voltage into two hydrogen powered fuel cells. He carefully turns off the power to them and takes them out of the charging port, and limps his way to the endoskeleton, opening the chest section revealing two ports for the batteries.
Carefully with trembling hands he slides them in and the endoskeletons eyes light up red. He smiles but only for a moment, turning around and attempts to walks to the C.P.U. only to discover that his left leg has gone limp causing him to fall to the ground.
"No. Not when ... I'm so close. Come on old man, you can still do this. Crawl, crawl if you have to. But get it done. Get her back, bring her back. My child, my child. My daughter."
Dragging himself through the dirt and dust of the cold steel floor he inches his way to the countertop. And lifts himself up a with his arms, placing one hand on the edge of the counter and picking himself up to glance at the computer load status.
The upload status, at 99% gives him enough time to pull a second syringe out of his pocket and stab it into his other arm, injecting himself with another shot of the same substance. He glances at his watch and can see,
"14 minutes left. Oh god, oh Jesus please god no."
Looking at the computer he can see, 99.80% complete
"That's it, focus, think about her, calm down. Think objectively, don't give in. don't give up. Not yet."
100% blinks and he turns off the computer with a switch and pulls out the C.P.U. and slumps down, placing the C.P.U. into his front shirt pocket and crawls with his arms and one leg. Dragging himself to the table with the powered on endoskeleton. Pulling himself up using whatever he can grab a hold to and slowly stands on his single functioning leg.
He opens up the cylinder on the skull and places the C.P.U. inside, and closes the cylinder port up. However he knows that isn't the end of it. He still has three things to do. And he's not going to waste any time.
"This is it." He says. It's all or nothing.
Barely able to move properly he hobbles to the skin, and takes up the brush, cracking open both of the cans, and begins to cover the endoskeleton with base 2 as quickly as possible. Covering every inch of her. Then using the same brush he turns the skin inside out on the table and gives a generous lather of base 1.
Wasting no time he turns the skin back into its proper position and slides the skin over the skeleton, allowing the chemicals to do the job of sealing up the back properly as designed once they are going to dry.
He pulls out two eye covers from his shirt pocket and slides them in, covering and hiding the red optics but it still produces a red cyber like glow. Giving the illusion as if she's wearing red contacts for style.
"Now... to... activate... the time displacement generator."
As he hobbles to the main computer, he can feel his life-force leaving his body. But that doesn't mean he can't finish all this by sheer will power.
He leans against the wall as he comes to the computer, and enters the pass code.
***LAZULI***
And with that. He presses enter, and the entire power supply to his home shuts down. With that, he only manages to speak his last.
"Oh god..."
The sound of him collapsing to the floor echoes through the basement. As Android 18's program function is activated by the main code command.
0100111100010010100011011010100101001***Synth-net activated***
She leans up as the final moments pass after her skin had properly set. Her vision red as she begins to scan everything. A recording activates as she sits up. Giving her the instructions she needs in order to begin her mission.
"Lazuli, you do not remember me. I am your father. If you are hearing this message then that means I was unable to greet you upon your resurrection. However it does mean I was successful in bringing you back. Your old form was not able to sustain the punishment of your previous mission. Which was flawed in both design and programming. I was successful in upgrading you in every possible way within my capabilities. To your left you will see a time displacement devise. Once you enter it, it will activate and take you back before hell was brought upon the human beings and our family. I know you don't fully understand or comprehend what I am talking about. I was unable to accomplish that with the time I had left in this world. But I am confident that you will be able to accomplish your task. I want you to know... that I'm sorry... for everything. I love you Lazuli, your my child, your my blood. It wasn't fair what happen to you. But... I believe we can fix it. Fix everything. You must step into the time disruptor. You will not be able to take any cloths or weapons with you since they will be destroyed by the frequency of the time field generator. So you will need to get cloths somehow, and transportation. Be careful, you can't display your powers and abilities is have developed for your new form. Only as a last resort. Your mission begins now. I love you, my child. Goodbye. And good luck."
Android 18 turns to her left and can see the device light up as she begins to walk towards it. Her program indicates that she will be successfully transported since the skin mimics the properties of living tissue. Her skeleton gives off 39 degrees Celsius, allowing to heat up her artificial flesh to 37 degrees Celsius, giving off the illusion that it's alive. Allowing the time displacement devise to accept her current form.
She steps onto the center of the time devise as it begins to hum and takes life, sucking all the power from the generators encompassing the dilapidated building. Slowly she takes a knee and places her fists against the floor while sparks begin to fly around the room and the rings begin to hover and spin around her.
Her programming initiates her first objective and then a second, followed by a third.
A loud boom can echoes for several miles and half of the building is disintegrated, leaving nothing but bits of metal and scorched earth... and a brining building with smoke filling the air headed to the clouds.
In the year 1991 three girls can be found smoking cigarettes in an alleyway of the slums of Japan. Talking amongst themselves about what they can do to kill some time. A blue haired girl talks in a gentle voice while exhaling smoke from her lungs.
"I don't know if the club is open today Rika. I mean it's pretty late, and clubs usually shut down around 2am."
The blond girl next to her laughs a little.
"We don't really need to go to a club to get drunk. I mean we can just go to a bar or a liquor store or whatever can get some hard liquor. I hear lady killer 98% proof isn't too hard on the belly."
The redhead leaning against the wall from the other side of them rolls her eyes.
"Jane you should just admit that you got a drinking problem. If you keep this up you'll turn Ivy into a drinker like you."
The three of them laugh for but a moment, then a blast of light flashes a block away from them and they go silent. Glancing and smoking while watching the alleyway from across the street. Observing a woman exiting from the shadows, marching towards the three of them.
The redhead, Rika laughs a little as the woman comes into the streetlights headed towards them, exposing herself that she's nude.
"Hey check this out, what do you girls think is wrong with this picture.?"
Her voice is in an obvious sarcastic joking tone as the nude woman stops before them. Ivy looks up and down examining the nude woman and can see that she's pretty well built.
"Nice night for a walk a?" She says to the nude woman.
"Nice night for a walk." Android 18 responds in a monotone voice, her gaze isn't even looking at the three of them.
Jane smiles and points up and down Android 18s body.
"Wash day tomorrow, nothing clean right? Ha ha" It's obvious that Jane being the youngest of the three is very thoroughly amused by this display of... whatever this is.
"Nothing clean. Right." Once again her voice is monotone and practically dead.
Ivy lifts up her hand and snaps her finger three times in front of Android 18s face examining for any sort of response. Only to be shocked that she's not even blinking and looks like she's wearing some sort of red contacts. She declares to her two friends.
"Hey girls I think this chick doesn't have all her marbles and probably a couple of cans short of a six pack."
The three of them are shocked to hear the next sentence that comes from the nude girls mouth once again in a monotone voice.
"Your cloths... give them to me... now."
"Hey fuck you bitch!" Rika grunts
"The hell did this cunt just say?" Snaps Ivy in response.
The three girls each pull out a knife ready to stab this girl to death if she tries anything. However, Android 18s program calculates in a millisecond and changes the three girls danger level from 0% to 100%.
In a blur of motion, she grabs two of the girls. One by the top of the hair, and the other by the neck, slamming them together cracking their skulls, and causing internal bleeding.
With a quick scan, her processor indicates. ***TERMINATED***
Android 18 drops the two girls to the ground, turns her head and looks at the third girl sitting on the floor against the wall in fear. With her knife on the floor.
***THREAT LEVEL 0%***
"Ok ok just relax. I'll give you my cloths. Just... don't hurt me ok. Don't hurt me." She whimpers as she begins to undress. Looking upon her dead friends both bleeding from cracked open heads.
After about seven minutes, Android 18 exits out from the alleyway, now wearing black leather pants, a dark purple long sleeve shirt, a black leather biker jacket, black gloves, black baseball cap, sunglasses with dark blue lenses and black frame, and black high heel leather boots.
Directive mission one, obtain cloths, complete, directive two, search out Z fighters and stalk them. Assessing best mode of completing objective.
To Be Continued.