AN: This chapter is pretty safe, but the following ones deal with an
abusive father, fighting, and have their fair share of cussing in them. So
tread carefully.
Disclaimer: Dragonball Z and it's characters do not belong to me. 'Nuff said.
Shades of Black
Juuhachi once asked me if I wanted to remember.
Sometimes I think that things would've been better if Gero had completely erased my memory. Only he hadn't. At first I was like Juuhachi, I didn't care about the past, it didn't matter anymore. There was a vague curiousity in the back of my mind, something that I ignored most of the time. But at night the questions would return.
How did two teenagers become powerful, souless machines like what we have become? And why us? Who were we that we were chosen for this nightmare?
Then nightmares themselves slowly began to answer my questions, to feed the growing hunger. Who would've thought that androids, jinzouningen, could dream? But we can.
They were really more like flashbacks, I guess. After all, the nightmares were simply fragmented memories. It took me awhile, but eventually I figured out what was happening. At first I thought that there was a malfunction, and somehow some of the memories Gero had erased were coming back.
That made sense to me, except that there was a problem. My systems showed no errors, and every nighmare came back so real, so vivid, it was as if someone was replaying pieces of a movie, one bit at a time. And, they didn't come back in chronological order. No, they had an order all their own.
Sometimes I would be an adolescent, others a child. Each revelation brought me closer to seeing the whole story. Then finally, the dreams stopped.
They had revealed everything; my childhood, my parents, friends (the few that I had, anyway), all the details of the painful truth. But there was one thing the horrific nightmares had yet to explain.
And it was that question that haunted me the most. You see, that was how I realized what was really happening to me. Gero had planned this.
The pattern at which the dreams came was not random. There was a sequence. Why he did it, give me back my memories, I still do not know. Maybe I never will. But that is irrelevent.
The only question that did matter was what happened to make two teenage delinquints into ruthless, cold-blooded murderers, with strength that surpassed a Super Saiyann.
Disclaimer: Dragonball Z and it's characters do not belong to me. 'Nuff said.
Shades of Black
Juuhachi once asked me if I wanted to remember.
Sometimes I think that things would've been better if Gero had completely erased my memory. Only he hadn't. At first I was like Juuhachi, I didn't care about the past, it didn't matter anymore. There was a vague curiousity in the back of my mind, something that I ignored most of the time. But at night the questions would return.
How did two teenagers become powerful, souless machines like what we have become? And why us? Who were we that we were chosen for this nightmare?
Then nightmares themselves slowly began to answer my questions, to feed the growing hunger. Who would've thought that androids, jinzouningen, could dream? But we can.
They were really more like flashbacks, I guess. After all, the nightmares were simply fragmented memories. It took me awhile, but eventually I figured out what was happening. At first I thought that there was a malfunction, and somehow some of the memories Gero had erased were coming back.
That made sense to me, except that there was a problem. My systems showed no errors, and every nighmare came back so real, so vivid, it was as if someone was replaying pieces of a movie, one bit at a time. And, they didn't come back in chronological order. No, they had an order all their own.
Sometimes I would be an adolescent, others a child. Each revelation brought me closer to seeing the whole story. Then finally, the dreams stopped.
They had revealed everything; my childhood, my parents, friends (the few that I had, anyway), all the details of the painful truth. But there was one thing the horrific nightmares had yet to explain.
And it was that question that haunted me the most. You see, that was how I realized what was really happening to me. Gero had planned this.
The pattern at which the dreams came was not random. There was a sequence. Why he did it, give me back my memories, I still do not know. Maybe I never will. But that is irrelevent.
The only question that did matter was what happened to make two teenage delinquints into ruthless, cold-blooded murderers, with strength that surpassed a Super Saiyann.
