Dragon Ball
Z
Code Red
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Chapter
1
Infiltration
It was hard enough trying to claim the nerves down, especially for someone who deemed himself a brilliant scientist specialising in Bioengineering Cloning whom is funded by top-notch war criminals of now a defunct corporation...or in other worlds a secretive world dominating army for that matter.
However nervous Dr. Brown is about giving his daily report, he knows along the lines how impatient his employers are with the incoming results of their clone army production.
In fact they demand way to much from him and other Scientist, the way Brown sees it.
"It's for a given fact, they will not understand the key thing we need, to success with the next batch, but they must know what we need if they allow me to explain" he said to himself just as two armed soldiers in Black (Head to toe, with their face masked with a sort of gas mask like Helmet) came in to escort the tensed Professor to the war room.
Before Dr. Brown as they entered the war room, five figures in black suits, each with a badge insignia of two red serpents each crossing each other a red sword on stood around a table where a map of the world lay before them.
The five men looked at Brown with cold, calculating eyes, studying the Professor thoroughly like hawks on a porch.
"Dr. Brown, your report on the clone army" asked one, his head clean-shaven, a scar run down across his face on the right and another on his left eye covered with a patch.
"Everything is going according to schedule general Reeds, but..."
"But what Doctor, speak" this time a woman spoke up, judging by her neat and tidy appearance like that of an organised Business woman, her tone of voice showed she is quick to anger and very impatient.
"We are missing one thing to make sure the next batch can function without malfunctioning like the earlier ones" Brown replied, despite shivering in fear of his least most favourite of the five that employed him and his team, General Yavaan as she calls herself.
"Explain to us then Doctor, what is it do you need to make sure our army to full work without failure?" spoke General Reeds.
"We need a Conductor, a source of unlimited power to amplify the clones to work far longer then 10 minutes"
"And you expect us to send our small band to scour the world for this sort of energy, an energy you speak of that doesn't even exist nor will ever happen, why not conjure up a storm to allow an endless mount of this energy you seek Doctor?" said Yavaan
"Well General, to answer your questions, even if we did use the source of nature, you must understand, such chance of it is 1 to 100, nature itself is unpredictable..." said Brown.
There silence among them, each deep in thought. What was this loony thinking the majority had in mind, this sort of request to them seems ridiculous, where are they going to find such conductor?
Though it then occurred to General Reeds that the only one far insane then this scientist they hired for their world conquest would have Known of such source...but that man had been dead as far as they know.
"If you are talking about former Red Ribbon army head of the science division department, forget it Brown, that man has been dead for how long I can remember, and not one of us in the day of the Red Ribbon Army could even find his laboratory or any traces of it anywhere, not even Commander Red could find it" spoke Reeds.
"yes of course no one can, Dr. Gero has always been one for secrecy, though only a few have known about"
"and the few you speak of?" asked one of the generals whom stood out among the rest, as he appeared more animal then man, a grey wolf that stood like a human being (not that it was strange to them, as they are people on earth that seem that way, anamorphic beings they are known as)
"How about the owner of Capsule Corp.? I hear he would know much about Dr. Gero." suggested Dr. Brown.
"of course, it could be possible he knows him, far more than us"
"Then there is are next phase of action, we are to capture Dr. Briefs and bring him here for interrogation"
"What of his family, they would be good for leverage should the good Doctor refuse to answer our questions?" asked General Yavaan.
"Indeed, it would make interrogation a lot easy, send in Hashi and Misaki" said Yavaan, much to the displeasure of the others in the room.
"Don't you think it be too risky to send those two in on this mission, they mistakenly kill our targets, being the blood thirsty murderers they are?"
General Yavaan couldn't help but chuckle.
"General Caraway, you have forgotten, if it weren't for Dr. Brown, you wouldn't see how sane these two are without uttering anything related to their barbaric ways"
Hardly any light shone in this room, and it was the way they liked it, the two figures, had lived far in the dark since youth, as far as their memories served them right. To them the darkness was their friend, their ally and their weapon above even the sharpest of blades or the hardest punch they would deliver.
To them they are the darkness, the nightmarish fiends that would sprout from beneath the bed of their prey, ready to strike like twin Vipers, in a blink of an eye.
Deadly mercenaries they are, their blades thirsty for blood, their eyes glowing like that of a nocturnal animal.
Which would explain why in all of this organisation, they were kept in this room, locked from the world they once roam. They were dangerous...unstable...and blood thirsty.
But upon being brought here, this thing they put on them, had kept them sane for so long, sane enough to be civilised, not relentless murderers they are, this sort of strange device that has long been aching in the back of their minds, should their of will power try to avail over the control they are under.
The sound of the stainless steel door opening, the lock being unlocked, had given them no reaction to pay any attention of whom would be entering their room. Only then did a flash of light caught their attention.
How they hated it each time they did this, these...weak and pathetic leaders that had taken them in by force. But they did them a favour...they didn't go in easily without a fight, killing the few that tried to man handle them was the biggest blow to this organisation, having to lose nearly a quarter of the suppose best soldiers here, how they enjoyed the blood that splatter across them, the smell and taste of it was the best of that time before being put down by a mere stun gun.
The sound of high heels rang in their ears each step it took and there before them stood the woman whom they know her as Yavaan.
"I apologise for, disturbing your alone time, we have a mission for you two, that requires nothing more but stealth this time" said Yavaan, the two assassins remained silence, their eyes, filled with peak interest on this...mission they must carry out.
"You are to bring in this man and his family back to headquarters for interrogation, alive and unharmed, kill anyone else that stands in your way, guards, Civilians I don't care, if it feeds your lust for blood then all the better" said Yavaan, as she threw before them a pile of Photographs.
The two looked over them, eyes studying the features of their targets they are to capture.
Over at west city, in a room of capsule corporation. Bulma had just gently as possible placed the now sleeping Trunks in his crib, before taking to the window.
It was a lovely day outside, yet it would be far more lovely if Vegeta was here. The short stock muscle-bound saiyan prince had taken leave for a month in space for another ridiculous amount of training.
She didn't understand him at times, but could she expect, he was harder to get to know to ever since she broke off from her long time boyfriend now just friend Yamcha. Since the time the Trunks that came from a future where he only knew of terror, fear and despair, to warn them of the coming horrors that would come and the fact if Goku had died it would mean something else entirely.
It was during the brief time of Training right after breaking it off with Yamcha, did she and Vegeta expressed their passion of loneliness, it was a one night thing, and Vegeta wouldn't care about it nor the news that Bulma would be bearing the boy they see now.
But since after the long struggle of defeating Cell, and the departure of Trunks from the futre and no news of the stay two Androids, something has changed in Vegeta, something that caused him to finally see Bulma and the infant Trunks as the family he at first didn't care for but started to love.
Bulma at first thought Vegeta was getting a fever, till realising how much time he is spending with Trunks must have something happened between him and the Trunks from the future.
Just as she first lay eyes on Vegeta, she found it rather cute to see him get all mushy with their child. But then again, him being full bloodied Sayian she found his antics to a little...well...to much...or to put it simply, down right savage at best.
To better describe it, Vegeta wanted to send the Infant Trunks off in the wilderness to learn how to survive, much to the horror of Bulma and her Parents.
Bulma refused to have their baby be sent off somewhere. This of course leads the two to argue, before either one have the last say.
Of course it be in Vegeta's nature to leave, as he had the little understanding of how things worked around here on earth, though as hard as he found it difficult to live life as an ordinary human being, then Saiyan, Vegeta found it hard to show off emotion, it just to him wasn't in his nature to feel love. He explained it before, that the day a Saiyan is born, they are to be sent on their own, referring to Goku first came to earth as the infant meant to destroy earth.
He is saying it now, but in some cases while he looks to not care, he and Bulma had formed this strange sort of bound with each other just as it was for him and Trunks. After all he wouldn't leave earth for a month without saying goodbye in some way.
Bulma sighed, as much as she found Vegeta hard to bear, she can't escape the fact she loves him and cares deeply about him. In fact as she looks out the window now, she wonders, worryingly. Hoping he comes home safe and not getting himself into trouble (more or he would get himself into trouble).
A moment later, Bulma's mother came, as usual she was as perky and happy as ever as she came with the tray of tea in hand.
"Bulma dear, I made some tea, why not have a cup?" she offered.
"Okay mother" said Bulma accepting the offer, as she took hold a tea-cup and sipping a bit of the tea.
"You're worried about him aren't you dear?" asked .
"Yeah..." Bulma simply answered, continually sipping a bit more of the tea.
This is kinda of the first in a while she seen Bulma like this, counting the fact after she and Yamcha had broken up, it took a while to recuperate from the loss, but in the end the two remained close friends. This however is entirely different, and as a mother, it was her Job to rest assure her daughter to not worry so much.
"I wouldn't worry too much for him Bulma, I wouldn't bet anyone would try to lay a hand on him, his tough" said Mrs. Brief.
"You're right" said Bulma, her old energetic self kicking in again as she got up, placing her emptied cup on the tray.
"It's a beautiful day out there, I'd think I'll go out for a while, no point in waiting for that...that jerk to come home" she announced proudly, which relieved Mrs Brief.
"Now that's the spirit hun, while you're gone I'll take care of the baby for you" said Mrs. brief.
It was then suddenly, the door then burst force with a mighty blow, shattering in half. The two women jumped in fright as before them, Trunks woken and crying at the sound of the door breaking two, was a figure clad in Black, piercing eyes staring at them, his gaze striking around fear.
Bulma, couldn't help but look into the slowly approaching masked man's piercing icy blue eyes, nor could she try to move an inch of her body, to move back as he came closer.
It wasn't till later, Bulma realised way too late, she was frozen stiff like a statue, her arms and legs immobilised on the spot, it was the time both Goku and Krillin were frozen stiff as they mistakenly fell to General Blue's gaze.
"What is going on, I can't move" Bulma heard her mother, her voice in site of panic.
"Who are you, what is the meaning of this?" Bulma demanded, right before she felt her mouth numb, like an invisible hand had sealed it shut, sealing her month, only she could mumble, but the sound of her Mumbling was drowned by Trunks Cries.
As the figure came closer and closer, another one entered the room, this time it was a tall woman, far taller than Bulma is standing roughly near the same size as her partner, only short by a head, and with her, she dragged by the collar the unconscious form of Dr. Brief.
Realising too late, Bulma and her family were being kidnapped, and with no Vegeta here to deal with the threat, the employees and corporation guards nowhere to be heard, probably presume dead.
Stuck frozen with fear, not able to move, the Briefs were no more but ripe for the taking.