Piccolo descended from the Lookout with a wrath burning in his heart unlike any other. His power was already flared to the maximum with Kaioken, allowing his speed to increase six times over as well. Only a couple of miles separated him from the smoking crater where he was positive Kami had been slain.
Vengeance would be dealt, and more. He would ensure every living being on this planet suffered for his sons death! He could barely feel a weak ki below before it dropped off his radar, allowing another that was attempting to conceal itself to appear to him. Baring his fangs in an expression that would soon haunt the people of earth, Piccolo adjusted his flight and rocketed inside the tunnel.
Android 16 was already alerted to his presence and waiting. A twin flare of ki bursts erupted from the cannons in his arms and engulfed the Namekian, blowing the mountain top above him away in an explosion that reached a mile and a half across the landscape before him.
Three layers of Piccolos skin was singed off, purple blood dripping down and burning away from the intensity of the heat, but before anything worse could be done the Namekian pushed through and caught the machine around the throat with his left hand. Continuing forward, snarling, Piccolo used the android like a battering ram to smash through several meters of rock, leaving behind a gaping hole around them. His skin began regenerating what was damaged.
Satisfied when his opponent stopped moving, and he was unable to sense any ki coming from him, Piccolo stepped back and turned around inn the direction of the other he had sensed before. It was a poor decision and a costly one as he began walking back out of the hole. As soon as the enemy had turned around, Android 16s' eyes slowly opened and he finished the report of damage registered by his sensors.
One arm raised itself and called the matching fist back towards him, while the other took aim at the back of Piccolos skull and shot yet another burst. Piccolo paused for a split second as he saw a fist flying towards his chest from outside of the hole, then felt the energy nearly on him.
A growl tore itself from Piccolos lips as he threw one hand back and the other forward, both succeeding in catching the ki burst and the fist, which he attempted to crush to no avail. A look of disbelief registered on his face at that and it was then that his mind recognized the bow-tie symbol etched onto the clothing of his enemy. 'The Red-ribbon army! Damn you, Dr. Gero!' he growled mentally as his hand began burning, flesh blackening to a crisp.
His realization was confirmed when he heard the crunch of metal pulling free of stone. Eyes narrowing even further, Piccolo swung the hand before him around and into the wall, embedding it there for a moment. Now able to use both hands and with no obstacle in front of him, the namekian shot forward and twisted around, kicking the burst right back at his enemy.
Android 16 raised his arm and with a humming sound sucked the burst back into the cannon, before raising both arms together and firing off another pair. Piccolo growled and shot to the side, avoiding them, then raised his hands over his head and yelled "Masenko-ha!!" the sphere of ki grew to life in the palm of his left hand.
Android 16 adjusted his aim but was ill-prepared for the speed his opponent had in an open environment. He moved so fast two afterimages were left behind, two fake-targets that drew his attention just as they were supposed to. And then the real Piccolo was above him and the sphere was crashing down through his forehead to his waist.
The machine slumped to the ground in two halves, rendering incapable of retaliating directly. Panting, and regenerating his damaged skin, Piccolo began gathering the power to finish his enemy off entirely. He never expected a low flash of yellow light to erupt from the androids twain chest pieces just before the explosion that engulfed him and the rest of the area three miles around.
From some distance away, Dr. Gero had barely escaped under ground before Piccolo arrived. It was hardly a few minutes later when he felt the two eruptions, the first being the mountain top of his laboratory being erased, and then the rest of the landscape around it for miles. Thankfully, they were above ground level. If the bomb had gone in a full 360 degree radius, than Cells underground area would have been decimated as well.
A low level earthquake was activated thanks to the destruction unleashed by the bombs detonation, but the thin, cramped security tunnels Dr. Gero had drilled through well beneath the surface above remained in good condition and survived with minimal damage. For now he would take refuge in his old base of operations, long ago abandoned. He was returning to the Red Ribbon compound far away.
Piccolos skull and vertebrae collapsed to the ground, only the smallest layer of flesh still in tact, a long eyeball, now permanently turned red, looking around at the sky above. Some how his brain had survived. The rest of his body had been vaporized by the bomb.
It took him twenty minutes before skin had regrown around his face and head, though it was a sickly looking pale green from blood loss. From there it was close to an hour before his chest cavity and shoulders were regenerated, almost oozing along compared to the usual snkit of instant regeneration.
At last, six hours after his near-fatal encounter, Piccolos body was whole again, though extremely weakened. Never before had a namekian regenerated from practically nothing. His blood was so thin from replication, bones aching deep down, muscles barely intact now, that Piccolo had to strain to push up to his feet. He felt a hundred years older, and knew that his power level had plummeted down into the low thousands right now.
If any other creation of Dr. Geros activated right now, the namekian knew he would die fighting it. He had to return to the Lookout to recover. Slowly he ascended into the air, allowing his body to relax, even though his face was twisted into an expression of loathing; loathing of himself, for being this weak; loathing of the machine he had just fought, and nearly lost to; and loathing of the saiyan that had led him into this trap, Vegetto!
Three Months have passed
Vegettos eyes opened again. He did not expect that. The last thing he remembered was a lot of pain. More pain than he could comprehend. But the pain was no longer there, no longer around him. Instead he just felt... power. He was far stronger than he had been before. "So you awaken." The cool voice of Dr. Gero intoned, stepping forward from the shadows and into the dim light over his enemy.
Vegetto hadn't sensed his presence, at all. He lowered his hands to the cold platform beneath him and pushed up to sit. It was only after a few moments that he realized he had just used both hands. His eyes slowly lowered themselves and took in the sight of the pasty flesh there.
"What did you do to me?" he questioned, turning his head to Dr. Gero. "... I made you better, saiyan. Now follow me!" Dr. Gero responded in an even tone, though his eyes were alight with anger. Vegetto frowned and pushed off the platform onto both legs, hearing the clank of metal from one foot. He scowled and remembered that was the leg that had been practically sawed off by the enemy before he had collapsed.
"While you were sleeping, the demon you should have slain years ago has been recovering, and training! He has grown stronger than I would have ever imagined. Not even Android 16 was able to kill him, though he came close. I suspect only Cell will be capable of destroying the demon now." Dr. Gero explained.
"Why are you telling me this?" Vegetto asked. Dr. Gero stopped and turned to face him. "So you understand how badly you have harmed this world! Without you, the Red Ribbon army would be in control of earth! The demon would be sealed away still!" he snapped, anger coming to the fore front.
Vegetto bristled and stepped forward. "Do you think you are a match for me, saiyan?" Dr. Gero demanded. "I'm more than a match for you!" he responded, temper clouding his judgment again. He clenched his left hand into a fist and thrust forward, and to his surprise, found his fist caught in Dr. Geros right hand.
Squeezing down tightly until he heard the beginnings of a satisfying crack, Dr. Gero kicked out and caught the fused saiyan in the kidneys, causing his eyes to bulge out in pain. Another kick had him on his knees, hand still clasped in the former-mans own.
"Do not be so haste to strike out at a superior opponent." Dr. Gero stated with no emotion, feeling little joy or pleasure at bringing the enemy to his knees. Releasing his hand he dragged Vegetto forward by the hair and began marching down the hallway. "You have been rebuilt into a machine-saiyan fusion. Your body is unable to handle the use of Kaioken; it will begin falling apart at the strain, and you will bleed to death there-after." he began.
"I have also installed a series of bombs within your internal organs. Do not trifle with me or I will detonate them, ending your life. And this time I will not hesitate to let you die." he continued. "The only reason I repaired you in the first place was to aide me in the creation of a sub-perfect warrior, one to stall the demon until Cell will be completed." Dr. Gero paused in both speech and walking, before a small closed door.
"You will create a son, saiyan, and I will rebuild it into a warrior suited for this task." he finished, just as the door slid up into the ceiling and Vegetto was thrown inside. As soon as the saiyan passed inside, the door slid down again, and the walls on either side of it came together, sealing it shut with five feet of osmium.
Dr. Gero turned and walked away, retreating through another doorway to monitor the progress he was sure would soon begin. After all, it was only a matter of time before the air-borne drugs filtering in through the vents ensured the process was underway.
Vegetto found himself inside of a five by ten rectangular room. A single bed was resting against the far wall, with a human girl waiting there. She had slightly long bluish hair, wore a yellow and black outfit, and was currently muttering under her breath. Vegetto recognized her right away. "Bulma?!"
Narrator: How low can one man sink? Will Vegetto succumb, or find the strength of will to fight? And just what does Dr. Gero intend to do with their child, when or if he is born? Keep reading for the preview!
Trunks found himself alone, trapped. He was scared, that was to be expected, but out of the darkness surrounding him a dozen glowing lights suddenly appeared. The sound of a clank, clank, clank echoed from the lights.
A jet of flame erupted all of a sudden, catching the toddler across one arm, and the heat and pain made him cry out. He rolled over on the ground, trying to get away, but the jet of flame followed him. It singed his toes, motivating him to push up and try crawling away faster.
Another jet appeared in front of him, and he cried out as it passed before his nose with an inch to spare. More flames appeared all around him, as the machines lumbering in the dark worked their way closer.
He could see the black metal, the skulls, the red ribbon insignia on their fore heads. Tears clouded his vision and pain burned its way into him, and all he wanted was to get away, to escape it all. A sudden wave of white energy shot out of his hands.
Power levels:
Original-timeline:
Piccolo/Demon King: 150'000'000(Base). Dr. Gero: 70'000'000(Full conversion+enhancements). Vegetto: 40'000'000(Cyborg, design flaws). Super 13: 12'000'000(Rebuilt, design flaw). Cell: 5'000(Baby). Yajirobe: 500. Other Z-Fighters: All dead. Androids 16-21: All destroyed.