Disclaimer: DBZ is sadly not mine.
Another fic about 17 and 18's lives before they became androids/cyborgs. This also covers what made Dr. Gero make his Red Ribbon Army, and why he wanted the Dragonballs. I have changed some things around so this is kind of an a/u.
Professor Gero looked up at his now-quite class. They were all taking a very important exam that would probably determine their marking period grade. Professor Gero (or Dr. Gero as he was called outside of school) was enjoying this period immensely. He was almost a relief not being up in front of a class, teaching, though that is what he loved to do.
Professor Gero suddenly became aware of the "Bad News Guy." Nobody really cared to remember his name. All they knew was that when he came to your door, it meant that one of your students family members was either hurt, sick or dead. Professor Gero felt a certain wave of pity for whichever of his students was about to hear the bad new. Bad News Guy approached Professor Gero, gave him a sad look that was almost always present on his face and handed him white form. Professor Gero looked over the form and was stunned to see his name as the recipient. He didn't even have to read on further. He knew what had happened.
"Would you like me to take over your class for you?" Bad News Guy asked.
"Yes." Professor Gero said quietly and headed for the door. He walked numbly to the parking lot, thinking about what had just happened.
His father was dead.
It had been long in coming. Even though he didn't really know his father, Professor Gero respected him. It was he that had gotten Professor Gero into science. He had been a workaholic, a single parent and a drunk. It had been the first and third things that had killed him. Professor Gero remembered spending half an hour with his father everyday.on good days that is. Normally, he wouldn't see his father at all.
Professor Gero pulled up to his house and walked out of the car. He felt like a vacant body. This wasn't happening to him.right? "Shiro! You're home!" Shiro Gero turned to his wife who had come from the kitchen. She was quite younger than he was, with blonde hair, crystal-blue eyes and a round belly indicating her 8-month pregnancy. She beamed at him, glad that he was home but when all she received was a passing glance she asked, "Honey, what's wrong?"
Shiro lifted his gaze to his wife. "My dad died," he said dully.
"Oh honey, I'm so sorry.is there anything I can do?"
"No.I better call the lawyer though." He shuffled towards the living room to make the phone call. Mrs. Iris Gero shook her head sadly at her husband.
Several days later at the Dr. Gero's funeral she gave him the same look as they stared at his father's dead body. "Shiro?"
He gave a short nod, acknowledging her. "Are you going to be okay?"
"I'll be fine." He said softly.
Dr. Gero had been a very hard-working man, but had still managed to accumulate a large amount of friends. There were over 50 people at his funeral. One of Shiro's old friends asked him why he was so upset about his father's death when he wasn't really close to him. Shiro didn't answer.
Dr. Gero had left his son a series of books and nothing more. After the funeral Shiro sat at his desk staring at the books. Iris stood behind him, biting her lip nervously.
"Do you want to know why I'm so upset?" Shiro asked suddenly.
"Yes!" Iris said, startled.
"Because it brings me that much closer to death. I suppose I had this idea I was immortal.I will never be immortal."
"Oh honey."
"Leave me in peace."
Iris nodded and left him alone. Shiro shuffled through the books, their titles faded from years of use. Finally he came to the final book, which wasn't a book at all. It was a notebook entitled 'Androids and Cyborgs.'
Shiro, curious, opened the book. Inside he found a detailed description on the construction of what Shiro would have normally called robots. He barely made it through of the first section (entitled Androids) when he gave a small gasp upon his realization. "Father wasn't mad! He was a genius! This technology.this could change humanity as we know it! I could make these androids and." Shiro paused to think of a good way to use the androids. "Clean! I could clean! These androids would be able to clean a home ten times faster than a human being!" It's summer, he thought. I'll have plenty of time to make a rough draft. After that it should be easy.
Summer was a busy time for Dr. Shiro Gero. He made a rough draft android (whom he named Rodney) and his children were born. Iris had given birth to twins. A boy and a girl. The boy had black hair like Shiro (only not spiked with gray) and the girl had wispy blonde hair like her mother, but both of them possessed crystal-blue eyes. Shiro adored them as any father would. Their names were Shane and Lillian.
Shiro smiled as he worked on the alterations for Rodney. Life was perfect. He had a great family, a great career, and a money-baring hobby on the side.
Little did he know but all of that was about to be destroyed.
Okay, what do you think?
Another fic about 17 and 18's lives before they became androids/cyborgs. This also covers what made Dr. Gero make his Red Ribbon Army, and why he wanted the Dragonballs. I have changed some things around so this is kind of an a/u.
Professor Gero looked up at his now-quite class. They were all taking a very important exam that would probably determine their marking period grade. Professor Gero (or Dr. Gero as he was called outside of school) was enjoying this period immensely. He was almost a relief not being up in front of a class, teaching, though that is what he loved to do.
Professor Gero suddenly became aware of the "Bad News Guy." Nobody really cared to remember his name. All they knew was that when he came to your door, it meant that one of your students family members was either hurt, sick or dead. Professor Gero felt a certain wave of pity for whichever of his students was about to hear the bad new. Bad News Guy approached Professor Gero, gave him a sad look that was almost always present on his face and handed him white form. Professor Gero looked over the form and was stunned to see his name as the recipient. He didn't even have to read on further. He knew what had happened.
"Would you like me to take over your class for you?" Bad News Guy asked.
"Yes." Professor Gero said quietly and headed for the door. He walked numbly to the parking lot, thinking about what had just happened.
His father was dead.
It had been long in coming. Even though he didn't really know his father, Professor Gero respected him. It was he that had gotten Professor Gero into science. He had been a workaholic, a single parent and a drunk. It had been the first and third things that had killed him. Professor Gero remembered spending half an hour with his father everyday.on good days that is. Normally, he wouldn't see his father at all.
Professor Gero pulled up to his house and walked out of the car. He felt like a vacant body. This wasn't happening to him.right? "Shiro! You're home!" Shiro Gero turned to his wife who had come from the kitchen. She was quite younger than he was, with blonde hair, crystal-blue eyes and a round belly indicating her 8-month pregnancy. She beamed at him, glad that he was home but when all she received was a passing glance she asked, "Honey, what's wrong?"
Shiro lifted his gaze to his wife. "My dad died," he said dully.
"Oh honey, I'm so sorry.is there anything I can do?"
"No.I better call the lawyer though." He shuffled towards the living room to make the phone call. Mrs. Iris Gero shook her head sadly at her husband.
Several days later at the Dr. Gero's funeral she gave him the same look as they stared at his father's dead body. "Shiro?"
He gave a short nod, acknowledging her. "Are you going to be okay?"
"I'll be fine." He said softly.
Dr. Gero had been a very hard-working man, but had still managed to accumulate a large amount of friends. There were over 50 people at his funeral. One of Shiro's old friends asked him why he was so upset about his father's death when he wasn't really close to him. Shiro didn't answer.
Dr. Gero had left his son a series of books and nothing more. After the funeral Shiro sat at his desk staring at the books. Iris stood behind him, biting her lip nervously.
"Do you want to know why I'm so upset?" Shiro asked suddenly.
"Yes!" Iris said, startled.
"Because it brings me that much closer to death. I suppose I had this idea I was immortal.I will never be immortal."
"Oh honey."
"Leave me in peace."
Iris nodded and left him alone. Shiro shuffled through the books, their titles faded from years of use. Finally he came to the final book, which wasn't a book at all. It was a notebook entitled 'Androids and Cyborgs.'
Shiro, curious, opened the book. Inside he found a detailed description on the construction of what Shiro would have normally called robots. He barely made it through of the first section (entitled Androids) when he gave a small gasp upon his realization. "Father wasn't mad! He was a genius! This technology.this could change humanity as we know it! I could make these androids and." Shiro paused to think of a good way to use the androids. "Clean! I could clean! These androids would be able to clean a home ten times faster than a human being!" It's summer, he thought. I'll have plenty of time to make a rough draft. After that it should be easy.
Summer was a busy time for Dr. Shiro Gero. He made a rough draft android (whom he named Rodney) and his children were born. Iris had given birth to twins. A boy and a girl. The boy had black hair like Shiro (only not spiked with gray) and the girl had wispy blonde hair like her mother, but both of them possessed crystal-blue eyes. Shiro adored them as any father would. Their names were Shane and Lillian.
Shiro smiled as he worked on the alterations for Rodney. Life was perfect. He had a great family, a great career, and a money-baring hobby on the side.
Little did he know but all of that was about to be destroyed.
Okay, what do you think?