Summary: Okay this is MY take on the twins, 17 and 18 BEFORE they were Androids. I am doing this based off of DBZ. I have wanted to write this story for a long, long time. But I wanted to do some research, gain more skill as a writer, and try a few default fics before I published anything. THEN I had to think of a way that the androids can be androids, (or cyborgs, if you like) and still be capable of reproduction. So I came up with a theoretical way that I think works. Anyway, here it is, my take on the Twins pasts, Memoire Disparue—Hopefully this title means, in French, "The Memory that Dissapeared" or roughly translated "The Memories that dont exist." If anyone could help out a pathetic French speaker, I'd appreciate it. Greatly.
Chapter One:
Dr. Gero was'nt happy. No, he was furious. He could'nt believe what his current assistant, and latest prototype was telling him. That's why he was in a government library right now. He couldn't believe, he had to know!
The whole floor was dark, the only light source the eerie green light of the out dated computer. Normally Dr. Gero would've turned that thing to scrap, had it been his. It was five years and several updates out of style. But, it was currently more than he had. Thanks to that bastard child, that monster, Son Goku.
His entire empire had been destroyed in few months of absence. Normally he would've had all his commanders, generals, and leutinants executed. But they were already dead. The leader of each faction, dead. The bases destroyed. Thousands of soldiers killed or dispursed. Millions of guns, weapons, artilery, smoldering ashes! Billions of dollars wasted and burned on the whole operation. Now, Proto 6-3-C was telling him that because Muscle Tower had fallen, the place looted, the secret undergrond lab had been destroyed and the doctors most prized experiment, what would've been his greatest achievement whether it failed or succeeded had escaped.
He typed rapidly as he hacked the government network—a simple four hundred digit code and ten minutes of rapidly reconstructing the firewalls and he owned the network. He tapped into a satelite and cursed. He needed a query program, there wasn't one and the one's he knew would'nt work on a hacked network. He'd just have to write one. Closing everything and backing out of the network the Dr. rebooted the computer and entered the default code, then once in the settings, he rewrote the programming of the computer and gave himself administrative privileges. Then logging back on the network, using the username and passcode of a Mr. Heri Dusin, (the same Heri Dusin who now lay, knocked out, on the floor) he wrote himself a querying program and then re-hacked the server, contacted the satelite, linked his minute made program to the satelite and waited…The computer was old, so it took almost ten minutes for it to bring back the results and when the list popped up on the screen the Dr. clutched his chest and howled with rage!
Gone! Gone! Gone!
All of it. Nothing remained of the Red Ribbon Armie's bases. He could'nt contact the servers, they were unresponsive. He couldn't send messages, each of the computers and all of the technology that the RRA had used had been designed by him, personally and he'd installed a program that allowed the computers to respond to his specific codewords. Nothing came up. All attempts were thrown in his face.
He shreiked and screamed and raged like an over grown two year old denied an ice cream cone. He punched the desk, drawing blood but didn't notice. He threw anything that was within his grasp and flung himself violently against the walls. Knocking books off the shelves and the small reading tables over and kicking and tearing them up as he went.
His life work! All of it! His seven bases, his computers. His technology, his notes, his theories! Everything was gone! He fell over and lay, exhausted in the corner, exhausted. His heart raced and he sobbed and pounded his fist weakly against the floor.
He blamed himself! He should've known better than to hand such an operation to that team of muscle brained imbeciles! He hated them! He hated himself for having been so consumed by his latest theories that he had left the army to devote so much time to his research! He hated Goku for having ripped his lifes work to shreds and burning those shreds to dust. For spreading that dust in the wind!
He'd lost…the bases…the computers…the research…the man power…the technology…even his one true lab had been destroyed. He'd put everything he'd had into that army and lost it. All of it, all to some monkey boy who had just rushed head in and ruined him! He had no chance of starting over! No one would ever come and fight under a banner made by the Dr. Gero who'd built an army of crime and then been bested by a child! NO ONE! He could barely stand to look at himself anymore, let alone show his face in the midst of his crooked peers of the underworld crime ring.
In his lab had been his greatest experiment ever. He'd left the project to age and grow under the careful monitoring of a loyally programmed computer trained and programmed in the art of being Dr. Gero. But now, as far as he knew, that project to. The one that he'd dreamt of as a school boy and the one that had taken him more than thirty years to get a reasonable theory and another thirty just to make head way. Finally the end had been in sight and now…nothingness. Behind him, before him.
No…wait, there was something before him. Goku. The boy, laughing, mocking, celebrating.
How did the boy have so much power? How had he done it? He was a martial artist…he posessed a tail? Could there be a link between the two? The power and his tail? Perhaps…only one way to know. Dr.Gero stood shakily and looked around him. He was shocked to see how much damage he'd caused in his fit. The computer was the only light source but there was no mistaking the shadowy forms of books, table legs and literature oddities strewn across the floor. Stealth was no longer an option.
The Dr. calmed himself, he was above rage and childish outbursts. He was a scientist. A thinker. He made his living by studying a thing and then manipulating it to perform, in collaboration with others to perform a specific tasks. He was a warrior, just like the boy. The boy had beaten his army. Goku, had not outsmarted them, he'd over powered them—there was a difference. He was disiplined in his art and he did it well. Plus he was'nt normal. There was something unique and very different about him.
A tail…martial artist…energy channeling techniques…
The Dr., now that he was no longer enraged found himself intrigued. He would get back at that…boy creature. Goku would know humiliation and suffering the likes of which he could'nt imagine. Dr. Gero would tear his world apart and destroy everything that meant anything to the boy. That's what he would do.
It was getting late. Actually it was getting early. The building would open soon and Dr. Gero had no intention of being here when it did. Snatching the keycard he'd stolen off the guard, from the PC slot he hurried out the library.
Down the stairs. Carefully through the lobby so as not to trigger the security alarm. He slid the card through the door and opened the door.
Rain fell from the heavens and flooded the gutters and pooled in the streets. Dr. Gero stepped into the rain, closing the door behind him. He hurried down the street, into a parking garage and then jogged toward the only vehicle in the complex.
A large green van. He walked up and extending his thumb, touched it to what looked like the key hole. The metalic surface shivered and beeped. The door slid open. Dr. Gero climbed in and peeled off the heavy, soggy coat and boots he'd been wearing. He toweled off and then clapped twice.
The small robot in the passenger seat rumbled to life,
"Proto 6-3-C, good evening. I am afraid that you were correct, my creation, the Lab beneath muscle tower hass indeed been destroyed."
The robots eyes—two large green lights—blinked.
"What shall we do?" Proto 6-3-C asked in a choppy voice.
"We shall start a new. That's what we'll do." Dr. Gero said, he started the car and they drove off.
That's the first CHAPTER!!! What do you guys think? This is supposed to take place only a few days after Goku defeated the RRA (That's in Dragonball, you know.)
So then, what was the mysterious project that Goku ruined in Muscle Tower? How does Dr. Gero rebuild his army? Find out in coming chapters.
Actually, If this goes according to plan, you wont see much more of Gero for about 3 or more chapters. I dont want to write him. Just want to show what happened to lead up to the twins.