Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z, Trunks, Bulma or any other character except Android #10 AKA Juu. I created her. You can create an android 10 if you want but don't dare copy my design.
Note: The title makes no sense it just sounds pretty and for those of you who don't commit to memory the geography of DBZ (don't! Retain your sanity!) North City is where Dr. Gero's lab was (near it any ways)... aAt least that is how it worked in the dub. And another thing, FUNimation sucks but give them some credit. They do an excellent casting job (18's voice and Trunks' are truely wonderful). Any who on with the ficcy.
On Hopes Wings
The last rays of sun shone through the trees in the mountains surrounding North City. The light was almost mocking considering the biting cold but Daisuke din't mind. He had lived in this area all his life and the cold seemed so natural he barely noticed. Normally, the elderly man was home by this time but earlier that week something caught his eye.
He and his grandson Shinji had been out walking when he noticed a small, partially destroyed cave. It wasn't that amazing but he noticed a small glint of metal inside. He peeked in and noticed the decrepit lab equipment. He would have investigated further but Shinji was there. It had been rumored that Dr. Gero, the creator of the androids that destroyed many lives including Daisuke's son and his wife, had built the lab in the area. The thought of searching the cave with his granson terrified Daisuke. He didn't dare risk losing his grandson to another of Dr. Gero's creations.
Now, Daisuke could search the cave though. Shinji was home with his Grandmothr Karen. The man sighed. The thought of them being home and not having to worry that an android may kill them was strangely alien. After nearly twenty years of constant fear it was not uncommon for people to be paranoid. Just a few weeks ago Daisuke had witnessed a car accident and half the people on thestreet had run and ove for cover thinking the androids were attacking. Just as he brushed these thoughts out of his mind, he found the cave.
As Daisuke stepped into the darkness of the cave, he pulled out a small flash light. The beam of light landed on a small symbol for the Red Ribbon Army. He shivered at the sight of it. Although he had a driving curiosity, the man did not wish to go any farther.
***
Karen sighed and brushed a few wisps of silver hair out of her face as she listened to her husband, Daisuke, tell her every detail of how he found Dr. Gero's lab. He carefully described the route to the lab and insisted they call the police.
"We'll call in the morning. You know there have been a string of burglaries at night recently," the woman said. She seemed calm but Daisuke knew his wife well enough to know she was terrified. Being scared usually made her mind even sharper unlike most people who can barely think when frightened. "It has the police constantly tied up. It would be better if we called in the morning when they aren't so busy..."
"But Karen-"
"The lab has been undisturbed for years. It will be that way until tomorrow when the police get there."
***
Shinji noted very carefully where his grandfather said the lab was. He was overcome with curiosity and determination. He wanted to see that place. Something inside him wanted to see the place his parents' murderers were created. That was his reason.
Cautiously after his grandparents were asleep, Shinji crept out of the house and ran into the woods. Following the description he had heard his grandfather give, he found the cave in no time.
Stepping into the lab Shinji did as his grandfather had done and reached for a flashlight. He stepped further into the lab and quickly found a ladder laying down. Placing his hand on the ladder the small boy gave a start. The ladder was half frozen by the cold air. He quickly climbed down the ladder and flashed the light over the lower level of the lab.
The first thing he saw that really caught his eye was a large box that he could only descibe as a coffin with the number "10: written in bold, black letters
Now the human mind is truly a thing of wonder. It will do horribly irrational and dangerous things for the sake of satisfying its own curiosity. Or erhaps fate guides us to actions we may regret or thank the heavens we did. No matter the case these actions are truly bizarre things we are guided to do.
Things like opening the coffin labeled "10".
Note: The title makes no sense it just sounds pretty and for those of you who don't commit to memory the geography of DBZ (don't! Retain your sanity!) North City is where Dr. Gero's lab was (near it any ways)... aAt least that is how it worked in the dub. And another thing, FUNimation sucks but give them some credit. They do an excellent casting job (18's voice and Trunks' are truely wonderful). Any who on with the ficcy.
On Hopes Wings
The last rays of sun shone through the trees in the mountains surrounding North City. The light was almost mocking considering the biting cold but Daisuke din't mind. He had lived in this area all his life and the cold seemed so natural he barely noticed. Normally, the elderly man was home by this time but earlier that week something caught his eye.
He and his grandson Shinji had been out walking when he noticed a small, partially destroyed cave. It wasn't that amazing but he noticed a small glint of metal inside. He peeked in and noticed the decrepit lab equipment. He would have investigated further but Shinji was there. It had been rumored that Dr. Gero, the creator of the androids that destroyed many lives including Daisuke's son and his wife, had built the lab in the area. The thought of searching the cave with his granson terrified Daisuke. He didn't dare risk losing his grandson to another of Dr. Gero's creations.
Now, Daisuke could search the cave though. Shinji was home with his Grandmothr Karen. The man sighed. The thought of them being home and not having to worry that an android may kill them was strangely alien. After nearly twenty years of constant fear it was not uncommon for people to be paranoid. Just a few weeks ago Daisuke had witnessed a car accident and half the people on thestreet had run and ove for cover thinking the androids were attacking. Just as he brushed these thoughts out of his mind, he found the cave.
As Daisuke stepped into the darkness of the cave, he pulled out a small flash light. The beam of light landed on a small symbol for the Red Ribbon Army. He shivered at the sight of it. Although he had a driving curiosity, the man did not wish to go any farther.
***
Karen sighed and brushed a few wisps of silver hair out of her face as she listened to her husband, Daisuke, tell her every detail of how he found Dr. Gero's lab. He carefully described the route to the lab and insisted they call the police.
"We'll call in the morning. You know there have been a string of burglaries at night recently," the woman said. She seemed calm but Daisuke knew his wife well enough to know she was terrified. Being scared usually made her mind even sharper unlike most people who can barely think when frightened. "It has the police constantly tied up. It would be better if we called in the morning when they aren't so busy..."
"But Karen-"
"The lab has been undisturbed for years. It will be that way until tomorrow when the police get there."
***
Shinji noted very carefully where his grandfather said the lab was. He was overcome with curiosity and determination. He wanted to see that place. Something inside him wanted to see the place his parents' murderers were created. That was his reason.
Cautiously after his grandparents were asleep, Shinji crept out of the house and ran into the woods. Following the description he had heard his grandfather give, he found the cave in no time.
Stepping into the lab Shinji did as his grandfather had done and reached for a flashlight. He stepped further into the lab and quickly found a ladder laying down. Placing his hand on the ladder the small boy gave a start. The ladder was half frozen by the cold air. He quickly climbed down the ladder and flashed the light over the lower level of the lab.
The first thing he saw that really caught his eye was a large box that he could only descibe as a coffin with the number "10: written in bold, black letters
Now the human mind is truly a thing of wonder. It will do horribly irrational and dangerous things for the sake of satisfying its own curiosity. Or erhaps fate guides us to actions we may regret or thank the heavens we did. No matter the case these actions are truly bizarre things we are guided to do.
Things like opening the coffin labeled "10".