Overhead echoing through the building was a robotic woman's voice "Warning… Warning faculty compromised. Intruders detected. Priority level one. All fireteams converge on holding cells section double zero seven. Neutralize all hostiles. Warning…"
She merely repeated as the lab coated men in a sterile room merely continued working on there computers as the sirens and emergency lights remained on.
They looked completely unfazed by these sounds and lights. As in the background through some reinforced glass a horde of stormtroopers could be scene on a fast march.
In response the screen that was on started to get louder on the right. It was of one man in a suit and tie getting an interview. Underneath him was a title a name in black. Dr. Cream Director of Farm and Food.
The director was a bald man with tiny beady eyes a large nose and big eyebrows. His skin was a sickly color he clearly didn't go outside much. His suit and tie were pin stripes. It looked old and unused. His body language was tense. He was not comfortable with being on camera.
His voice was enthusiastic but awkward sounding.
"Well Shep I have some great news for you your viewers and the Empire in general. Thanks to the recent 'liberations' I can inform you that our meat production is going to exceed all expectations. For years the general population was forced to only eat meat maybe twenty five percent of the time. Many even refused to eat what our science has determined is the greatest healthiest source of calories that exist to us. But now we will finally make humanity the meat eaters that we naturally are. So, we could be more like the saiyans. For every meal starting soon we will have meat thanks to the Emperor and your genius civil servants. Our own genetic engineering faculties we will be mass producing a new type of creature that will be a more efficient source of meat product. We also plan to use this technique to make even more… well more food sources." He chuckled nervously. "Hell, we might even do this with…"
The screen exploded as an armored imperial commando was tossed through the wall and smashed through it. Behind him was Trunks who with the resistance fighters ran into the room.
Trunks hissed out "How many of them are their?"
Betsy chuckled "Plenty but not as many when you started. Your ship should be in the high security lock up, but I figure you want to go to the cybernetic section first."
"Will 17 and 18 be there?"
"Don't know. I just know that something called Project Prefect is next to it."
"Okay let's go."
A whiny voice not from any of the resistance fighters spoke "Excuse me but are you or any of your friends authorized to be here?"
Trunks and the others looked at the lab coated man. He was still seated at his station. He looked only annoyed that they were here. Leaving Trunks and Betsy stunned at this man's lack of understanding.
"If you people don't leave soon, I'll be forced to call security."
Trunks with a half questioning half confused shrug said "Umm… Sorry well be gone in a second sir…?"
"See that you are sir."
Trunks and Betsy looked at each other in a haze for but a second until Trunks pointed his hand at a wall nearby as he could hear more stormtroopers approach. He blasted it opening up a big hole that he and quickly exited through as the fighters in the back shooting at the advancing stormtroopers.
The stormtroopers march through with one having got shot and landing on the ground writhing in pain on the ground.
The obtuse man looked at the hole with a furrowed irritated brow. He rolled his eyes and spat out "Great now I need to call even more maintenance crews."
The group ran down the halls hounded near nonstop by the facilities defenders. The cold white and grey sterile hallways looked the same to Trunks but Betsy with her power armor wrist device had a map, so he followed her directions from behind
"How big exactly is this place?"
"Large enough to see from space. The space elevator the empire has and the main orbital launch platform is here."
They turned a corner to see an entrance to the cybernetic labs. There were a dozen troopers waiting for them. They were about to fire but Trunks fired a burst of energy at them that sent them all flying backwards in the blast door.
Trunks eyebrow went up. He was sure it was enough to not kill them and blow down the door, but it was still there. He fired again only to see it the blast bounce off it and back at him. He punched his blast midair and it dissipated into nothing before him.
Betsy eyebrow raise up "Well it looks like the Empire got serious. The building is in lockdown mode and the shields are up."
Trunks pointed his hand again "Nothing I can fix."
A nervous look took her face "Hold up! If you overpower it… will there still be a building left?"
"Uh…I'm not sure."
"Yeah that's what I was afraid of… Look this is the entrance to the training area. The shield would be the strongest here let's try another way…"
She was interrupted by the sound of an electronic clicking noise. The blast door opened as a figure was revealed behind it.
It was a black armored figure. He had glowing blue eyes and blonde hair. It was very clear what he was to Trunks. It's kind of looked like a combination of both 17 and 18.
"Shit its 12. He just got some upgrades too I'm guessing."
"I take care of him. You guys get my controller please."
"Sure, thing boss but you're going to need to clear us a path first."
Without saying a word back Trunks shot forward headfirst like a cannon ball. Not allowing 12 to reaction as he sent him hurdling through some wall behind. They punched through wall until they came to and large empty room.
12 went into a wall as Trunks jumped down to the floor below. The dimly lit empty room was another sterile grey color. It was too big to be anything else but a training room.
12 detached himself from the wall and landed with a thud on his feet to the floor. As soon as he did Trunks a repeat of the sound early. The room lit up as a shield must have surrounded the walls.
Trunks looked around then grinned at the cyborg "Neat trap you got here. It might work on anyone else, but you see I'm not trapped in here with you…" He pointed his thumb at himself. "your trapped in here with me."
He said as his hair began to stand up and a golden aura began to surround him.
Meanwhile Elsewhere in the Building
A man with white hair and a beard was staring at the word 'Hope' that was written on Trunks time machine.
He had on a lab coat and underneath that was some sort of tweed jacket. He was standing at a large lit up console that overlooked this large space that was currently filled with other scientist and MO soldiers. Here was tons of equipment and computers that were all humming with energy.
Next to him on the console was a book that was handwritten it had on its cover 'In case it breaks son' on it. It was quite obviously Bulma's scratchy handwriting.
The MO colonel came up to the doctor "Herr Doctor Brandy. It's time to leave. Grab your people and evacuate the lab."
The doctor didn't even turn his head to acknowledge the grey hair, blue eyed colonel. Instead he was focused on his monitors that were spewing data at him.
The colonel walked closer to the doctor and said to him "Doctor the terrorist demi-saiyan and his friends will be coming soon do you understand?"
The colonel tapped his foot as his began to glare at the doctor. "Doctor Brandy do you hear me?"
Brandy's voice was unearthly calm considering the chaos that was surrounding the area. "I hear you quite fine Colonel. However, I nor my team will be leaving their posts."
The irritation in the colonel's voice was pain to hear "Doctor this is a priority one directive. All vital high-ranking scientific staff must evacuate. You are too precious for the Empire to lose. You are going to start moving now."
Brandy pointed to the time machine. "That dear Colonel is too precious for the Empire to lose Colonel. That is a monumental leap forward in our understanding of the cosmos, time and dimensions. Right there is the key to the many world theory. There you see is the key to powers yet undiscovered. What we have here a century's worth of work and effort that it might take us to achieve."
The colonel scoffed at this and in a dry tone said "Bulma Brief's made this out of scrap in a dimly lit bunker!"
"I am no Bulma Brief's sir. I didn't even believe it was possible to do this with the tech that we had or would have for quite some time."
He loudly sighed "Then just capsulize it!"
"Bulma, colonel is and was a clever woman. Us trying to access the device has triggered a failsafe. It knows that an opponent has it. It is hiding its data. If we unplug it then we'll not be able to get anything from it. I'll be forced to attempt to make one from scratch working backwards from her notes. That'll take a very long time you see. She writes in scratches practically. Her notes might as well be in a foreign language."
A voice popped up "He's right… allowed him to continue."
Both stopped turned then heiled. They both knew that voice coming from what turned out to be a hologram. It was Gero who heiled them back and began.
"12 will keep him busy until my son arrives, and he will deal with this problem. So do keep my prize for me till then. If we do this right we'll not just control the now but the then and the when."
They both said in a firm tone back to him "Yes my Lord."
The hologram disappeared leaving Brandy to return to his work as the colonel marched away in a huff.
Back with Trunks
The shields screamed as the energy from Trunks radiated out from him. His hair was now spiky and golden. It frayed upwards giving it an almost crown like look. His face now appeared to be made of stone. His eyes laser focused on his target.
12 for his part seemed unfazed by this transformation. He was a loyal soldier of the empire thoroughly washed in the ideas of Kakarrot and party. He showed no signs of fear in his cybernetic eyes.
12 fired beams from his eyes only to find them stopped by Trunk's right palm. The two beams ceased, and Trunks merely lowered his hand.
12 flew at him aiming to smack him around. 12 got towards him but then found Trunks gone. 12 stopped abruptly his feet slamming down causing the shield to screech out. The cyborg looked around trying to find Trunks but couldn't.
Trunk's whispered into his ear from behind "Who you looking for?"
12 attempted to turn and sideswipe the warrior from the future but found his elbow caught by him.
Trunks tossed him towards a wall but 12 recovered in midair and attempted to blast him. Trunks though was no longer there. Instead he was right in front of 12. Trunk's uppercut him in the chin with enough force to send the cyborg helplessly flying towards the ceiling.
If there had not been a shield in the way it was certain that 12 would have been sent into the stratosphere if not further. He bounced off the ceiling and landed with a hard thud onto the floor.
Trunks eyed the lifeless form of the cyborg with clear suspicion. "I lived this through this song and dance number my entire life. You don't get tired and you certainly can take more then that if your future replacements are any indication. So just get up already."
12 calmly stirred at that. Robotically he got to his feet and turned a gaze onto Trunks. The cyborg looked disheveled but showed not signs of actual damage.
Trunks mumbled to himself "See told you so… Round two then."
12 flew at Trunks again this time lobbing blasts at him. Trunks knocked them away one handed as 12 came closer.
12 got right in front of Trunks but was suddenly stopped by Trunks. Trunks had kneed the cyborg right in the chest sending him once again flying towards the ceiling and smacking into it. 12 landed once more with a painful thud and shield scream onto the ground this time right in front of Trunks.
"You might have an inexhaustible power source but its not that big to me."
12 hand lunged forward attempted to grab and crush Trunk's ankle but found that his hand was sliced off before he could do so. All he heard as he looked now at his removed hand was the sound of a sword being sheathed.
12 got to his feet as he marveled at the mix of blood and multi-colored juices that were spewing from his hand stump. The cyborg didn't at all seem sure of how to react at this.
Perhaps he couldn't feel pain anymore or perhaps this was an alien feeling to him. But either way it was not comprehending what was happening.
Trunks stared at the cyborg himself frankly unsure of what he felt. He had dreamed of something like this happening for a very long time, but this odd reaction was making it difficult to get pleasure.
It was clear that he had been so tinkered with that he was just a human in appearance with no mind of his own. It was childlike in a way it had no idea how function.
Trunks sighed and walked forward. He in a single quick swing of his sword he decapitated 12 in a flash of light.
He walked past him. He turned to give a look at the collapsed creature, and he hissed out "Gero…" as he went forward into the breach.
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