(A/N: He he... I've never updated this fast before. Guess you all like that...)

Rebirth of Heroes

Chapter Three
From Genius to Idiocy

(A/N: Stupid me, almost had Veggie-chan do something... but he's dead. Humph.) The Z Fighters, minus Trunks and Bra, glared at the closed, locked, Saiya-jin/ki proof door. "You know, sometimes Bulma's too smart for us." Gohan remarked.

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Inside the room, Bulma was typing furiously at her computer, running DNA tests and checking Goku and Vegeta's DNA, compared to the twins, changing a few things here, a few things there.

About an hour later she hit a button: 'Preview'. And on the screen appeared the twins, one male, one female. Both the same height, though the boy's hair was taller than hers. Their tails were wrapped around their waists in the Siaya-jin fashion. Bulma smiled a secretive smile. "There." She moved the mouse, hesitating over the 'create' button, and then attached a machine to her wrist and pressed the button.

"Gene alteration completed." The computer's familiar feminine voice told Bulma.

"How different will they be? They will look the same?"

"Running analysis." On the screen the word "Processing..." flashed.

"Analysis complete." The screen displayed the two estimates of how the twins would have looked without the alteration, and how they would have afterward. The only differance was that the hair stood straight up in the newly edited picture.

"Thank you computer. Signing off." Bulma stood, walking deeper into the lab, forgetting she had locked the door.

Bulma began work on one of the numerous projects that required her attention, trying to finish them as quickly as possible.

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Kashi typed a few words on the computer keyboard, running a quick search for clone reasearch. She knew more than most, but there was always some that she needed to make sure that someone else hadn't been reasearching. A few articles came up, mostly old ones she had read. She sighed. Oooh... I HATE research! She pulled up an article that she didn't really remember, and picked up a fresh yellow legal pad.

~*~*~

Juuhaichi sighed. "Well, whatever. I'll see you all later. Marron? You staying?"

"Yeah. I guess so."

"All right. Krillin, I want her back by 1 a.m. unless you're going to spend the night."

Krillin nodded. "Ok. I think we're going to end up spending the night, though. I'll see you tomorrow."

Juuhaichi sighed and walked away, searching for an exit.

~*~*~

"Sklatve!" The Doctor said. "Sklatve!!"

"I told you. My name is Quanta."

"Fine. Quanta. Why must you and your brother not let me call you by your real names? No matter. Who is Son Goku?"

"How many times are we going to go over this? He is one of the fighters you would like me to destroy. A Saiya-jin. So is Gohan, though he is only a Demi-Saiya-jin. Then there's Vegeta, Trunks, Juuhaichi, Krillin, and so on and so forth."

"You must destroy him. I MUST HAVE REVENGE!" The Doctor went off into one of his maniac cackling/laughing fits.

Quanta sweat-dropped. "Oi..." He muttered to himself. "He is truly insane. And not in a good way."

(A/N: He he. Quanta is cool ^^ I love the sketch I made of him... *huggles her evil antagonist person* Nani? I DON'T CARE IF HE'S EVIL! HE'S MIIINNNEEE!!!!!!!!!!! MINE I TELL YOU! MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE!!!!!!!!!!! HA HA HA!!! *huggles the cute evil thing* Ok... Now... Back to our regularly scheduled program... Chapter... Whatever.)

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Marron got up, walking to the door. "You know, I always thought you people were smart." She pushed the intercom button. "Bulma?"

"Marron? Hi! I'm guessing you want to come in?" Bulma's voice came over the intercom as Gohan and the others hit themselves on the head.

"No, Marron. We're idiots."

Marron grinned. "Sure." The door opened.

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Kashi's legal pad was covered in her quick-note scrawl, and was totally filled. She was through all but the last article, one she herself had written. No need to read that one. Several she had skipped, recognizing the scientist or remembering the article. It was time to begin brainstorming.

Half an Hour Later...

Doctor Kashi was in her office, legal pad in front of her, and the computer on stand-by. Stand-by. She wasn't using it. Yeah. You heard me right... She's acutally doing something without her computer. (A/N: Note, this is Kashi-san... she's a comptue-a-holic... lol.) There were a few sheets that were layed out on the desk, and several more crumpled up and thrown towards the garbage can over-flowing with yellow paper. What a nice little problem you've given me, Gohan-san.

"Hmm. That may just work..." She set the piece of paper she had been scribbling on near the others that weren't thrown towards the can. She picked up the seven pieces of paper, looking through them carefully. With a snort she crumpled one and threw it, missing the can by a few feet. Not that she cared. She'd pick it up when she figured this out. Whenever that was.

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*grins* *picks up her Quanta-plushie and huggles it* MINE MINE MINE MINE!!! *is carried off by the WCP (White Coat Proffessionals) laughing maniacally*