I am SO sorry I didn't update sooner. The first chapter's always easy, but then my mind goes blank. Also, I get so many ideas for other fics that I get distracted. I'll try to update sooner from now on.
Disclaimer: Krista: I own DBZ? Wow! I didn't know that!
Bratty little brother: Because you don't, stupid.
Krista: Shut up! Let me dream!
I don't know who I am. I look into a mirror and see myself, but the tall young woman staring back at me is a stranger. I carefully examine my reflection to see if I can find something familiar. She appears to be in her late teens, has cold, pale blue eyes and long black hair pulled into a loose ponytail. She is wearing torn black jeans with motorcycle boots and a white shirt covered by a leather jacket. On the front of her left hand is a red tattoo with two white R's in it.
"Ah, you're awake. How do you feel, Android 21?" I turn around in the direction of the voice. An old man is standing there.
"I feel nothing. Do you know who I am?" I ask. The old man seems disturbed by my question, but he answers, in a way.
"You are an android, my 21st successful creation. I found you three years ago and turned you into a perfect machine, capable of destroying whole planets in an instant and blessed with eternal youth," he explains, "As I created you, you are my servant, and will do as I say."
Anger flares up in me, but I manage to control it. "And how," I ask coolly, "Do you expect to control me if I am as strong as you say?"
He laughs like he has just heard the biggest joke on Earth.
"You find something funny, old man?" I hiss. I don't like him at all, and feel the strangest urge to kill him just to shut him up.
"No," he chuckles, "I'm just happy to see that you are as rebellious as I hoped. The DNA transplant was successful."
I continue to glare at him. "You did not answer my question."
"Of course. I do not expect to control you for long, for I plan to set you loose on the planet. It is in your programming to seek and destroy Son Goku." He spread his wrinkled hands and continued, "After that, you are free to do as you wish with this planet."
I nod, liking his idea. "One more question. Just how old am I, and when will you release me?"
He smiles again. "As of now, your appearance is seventeen years old, and I may never need you. 17 and 18 may still succeed, and you are my trump card."
I snort and cross my arms. "Trump card? I don't think so, old man. I just might get bored waiting and simply kill you."
A panicked look crosses his ancient face, but is quickly covered by a smirk. "Well, you will find that quite difficult, as you will be shut down until I decide to wake you."
I merely yawn. "If I am that powerful, how do you expect to even get close enough to shut me down?"
His smirk broadens. "With this." I growl as he pulls out a black control and holds it up for me to see. "I had the foresight to create this, 21. Until someone enters this lab again, you will never wake up." He points the control at me. "Sleep tight," he laughs and he presses the button as I prepare to leap at him.
Nine Years Later
"Come on, Goten. Don't be such a chicken." A young purple haired boy glared down at another boy with wild black hair.
"Sorry Trunks. I just don't like heights…" the boy named Son Goten said.
Trunks sweat dropped. "Goten, you fly higher than this all the time," he said helplessly.
Goten put his hand behind his head and grinned. "Oh yeah. I guess I do."
Trunks shook his head at his naïve friend and said, "Whatever. Come on, help me open this door.
"Okay, Trunks!"
The boys pushed against the giant steel door, careful not to wreck it. Trunks wanted it for his clubhouse, and Goten wanted to have fun.
"Almost there," grunted Trunks, tired from controlling his strength. Finally, the door swung open with a loud clang. Trunks picked up the door and prepared to leave, but noticed Goten wasn't following.
"What now, Goten?" he asked, "Find a new lizard?"
The dark haired boy shook his head. "No. There's something in here, like a pod."
Trunks was immediately interested. "Pod? Let me see!" he shouted as he put down his door.
The friends ran into the room and stared at Goten's discovery. It looked more like a metal coffin than a pod, but there was a window where the head would be. A large cord was connected to the back, and that was connected to a giant computer. Trunks, being a computer genius, decided that he wanted to know what the thing was for and began typing at the computer as fast as he could.
Goten, on the other hand, was more interested in the coffin thing. He levitated up to the window and peered inside. A black haired woman was inside, her eyes closed tightly and her lips frozen in an angry snarl. Goten thought she was pretty, but she looked really mean. Suddenly, her face twitched the slightest bit.
"Trunks?" called Goten.
"Not now, Goten. I'm busy," Trunks said, still frantically typing. "Whoever made this was a genius. The Pentagon was easier to hack." He pressed a few more buttons and grinned. "Got it."
"Trunks," Goten pleaded. The girl had moved again, and her face was getting madder. "Can we go now?"
"Sure. Just let me copy this onto a disk. It'll only take a second," Trunks muttered.
Darkness. The only thing she had seen for almost a decade. She hated it, but it was almost over. Someone was here, and it was only a matter of time before the reanimation process would be complete. Slowly, her hearing began to work again.
"Are you done yet?" a childish voice whimpered.
"No," said another young voice, "Why do you wanna leave so soon?"
She could hear the fear in the first one's voice. "The girl in the pod moved."
"What girl?"
"Come see."
Smash. She punched through the metal and grabbed the first boy by the throat.
"GOTEN!" the other screamed. 21 could tell he wanted to run to his friend, but he was frozen with fear.
Goten struggled as the she lifted him off the ground. "He-help me, Trunks," he sobbed before going into unconsciousness. Finally, Trunks managed to move his legs.
"Let go!" he yelled and tried to pry her fingers off Goten's throat. Finally, annoyed with the boy, she threw Trunks aside and began to rip the pod's door off, still holding Goten.
Trunks didn't waste a second running away. He had to find someone and get help. On the way out, Trunks grabbed his disk.
Meanwhile, the 21 had finished with the door, and stepped out. She watched the boy fly away, but made no attempt to follow. He wasn't worth her time.
"A child," she spat to herself, "Nothing but a mere child." She cracked her neck, threw Goten aside, and looked around. It was just as she remembered it, except it was far dustier. She walked over to the mirror and wiped off the dust. The Doctor had changed her clothing a little. He had given her black leather gloves with the fingers cut off. Also, her shirt showed a little more skin than before.
Finished with her inspection, she turned her mind to other matters. Her internal scanner told her that Son Goku was already dead, or off the planet. It didn't matter which. She had no intention of harming him, unless he got in her way, of course.
First, though, she had to find out where the rest of the Z-warriors were and how strong they where. The humans weren't a problem, but the boy, Gohan, was another matter. He had far too much potential than she was comfortable with. There was a chance he might one day be strong enough to stop her.
Then she got an idea. The child she had grabbed looked almost exactly like Goku, which meant that he might be Gohan's brother. He wouldn't even touch her if she had his brother, ready to die at her command.
The Doctor had done things like that when he was in the Red Ribbon Army. He had put something in people's body's that would release a deadly virus at his death, making families reluctant to attack him. It would be a simple matter to readjust the device to her specifications.
But first, she needed the Doctor's blueprints, and perhaps the boy's purple-haired friend would be useful as well.
I have a couple different ideas on where I want this story to go, so I figured I'd see what the readers want. Here are your choices:
A. 21 puts the virus device into the kids and gains control of Earth
B. The world becomes like Miari Trunks' world, but the kids are unwilling slaves of Android 21
C. 21 kills the Z-fighters one by one and finds out 18's her sister