Maybe Hope Will Survive
Prologue
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball/Z/GT. Or the characters. Like all fan-antics, I just make up my own imaginary world based off Akira Toriyama's world and characters. I just want to write...*sniff sniff*
Author's Notes: Hmm, well...I was originally known as Son-Kasa. Well, not many knew me...I think only a very few read my stories, so I'm going to try again. This just a touched up story from my recent one. I found some typos and grammatic errors and such and touched it up. Hope you like it, and I hope I get some reviews it gives me confidence to write more. ^-^
~Fear the Umbrella~
***
Prologue:
A nightmare. That's about the only word that best describes this place, this planet...this world. A true example of continuous disasters. A world once beautiful, green, and full of life and spirit. Now reduced to rubble, beautiful no more. Instead, gray with despair, and sorrow. This place was Earth. The sight of her alone would make anyone fall to their knees and weep.
She awaits the nearing of her end. Hopefully, she pleads, that her thread of life will split so she can be released from the pain. Life on her still screams for her end, but everything is not always fair. Her destruction was a burden on her and her children. A burden they must suffer through. Even though she looked it, Earth was not even close to wearing away.
Disasters. Disasters both natural and man-made. Yes, man-made...
One man in particular. A genius at that. His own intelligence had made him arrogant and mad. Seeking out revenge upon another. He had suffered against in the past. The down fall of his total domination of the world. His thoughts were aimed at one plan, and project. His plan was to kill the boy, who long ago defeated him. But as he watched his army slowly tumble to his feet, he knew he couldn't beat his strength. The boy's strength was unbelievable. And no doubt, his strength grew more over the years. He couldn't possibly destroy the boy, himself.
Thus countless years he constructed servants to do the job for him. The mad man stole life. Two heartless souls, which had the anger in them, identical to his. Rebuilding human structure into metal. Tearing their flesh, and bones to replace them with his own specialized gadgets. Examining their brains, erasing their memories of life they once had. Two lives were lost for destruction of one boy. As the doctor smiled in triumph, Kami-sama could only frown. He had no control over such things. The robots were perfect warriors, the body of a human, the strength of a machine. The artificial human. Hungry with success, the doctor, let them wake.
Oculars of cerulean opened to the world, and upon their creator. Curious, they both moved around like toddlers. Ignoring the words of the doctor, both had explored their own created brains. Thoughts of a child ran through their circuits. Rebellious like teenagers, they two took control and suggested another plan. The doctor disagreed, sending him to his end. The creations were now the creator. As their main objective was to play. And play they would... The dark haired boy reached his arms towards the broken down ceiling above, stretching his muscles to the point of comfort. He looked to his blonde partner, a sly grin appeared on his lips.
"What are you doing now?" The machine spoke coldly.
The blonde turned towards her twin, dropping the doctor into a bloody mess on the floor at her feet.
"Getting rid of the evidence." she joked, wiping a smudge of blood off of her cheek.
"Well...?"
"Well, what?" The girl shot back.
"What must we do now?"
The girl looked at the boy in thought, bringing back a few strands of her hair, behind her ear.
"Well we could always do what the doctor told us. It might be a challenge." The last word made her and her twin smirk hungrily. The boy nodded as they walked out of the door of the lab.
"Son Gokou, we have come..."
***
Author's Notes: I apologize before hand for any typos, or misspellings...I seem to be bad at that at times. Please review I need criticism. -begs-