Notes: This story is based upon the life of Mewtwo, the genetically modified Pokémon. It's about how cloning is bad, modification is worse, and that love knows no limits. So prepare for lots of angst and religious debates :p

I tried to add a splash of humour. Honestly. Mostly in the form of Kakarotto's dumbness and Vegeta's arrogant gittishness.

~ Thought bonds ~

Morons

                Bulma twirled the small, white cigarette between her fingers. Lung cancer. Serves me right, she sighed. She wandered around the laboratory thinking about the bitter card that life had dealt. She had refused treatment. She was determined to see her experiment through. "Won't be long now," she said, beaming at the tanks. "You know what? I deliberately designed your cells to grow and multiply at an accelerated rate! You'll be adults by the end of the week. You'll be a little weak sure, but nothing a good meal and rest wont fix. Aren't I a genius?" The younger Saiyan's tail end flicked as if in agreement. "I wonder if you can hear me yet?"

                "Bulma!" Krillin leapt down the stairs into the dim laboratory. It was really more of a basement, with a few pipes running along the ceiling and walls and just a few computers scattered around the sides, the main computer taking up most of the space in the centre and the 10 tanks, only 2 occupied. A few chairs and lamps, and that was mostly it. "Your father doesn't like you down here so near to the birth. Especially as we're having such difficulty keeping track of their power levels. They keep fluctuating." He pointed to a graph on one of the smaller screens inbuilt to the main computer. "Odd," she agreed. She turned to look at the tanks. The elder Saiyan was nearing his birth and was kicking madly. "Got the fighting spirit huh?" Krillin marvelled. "Strange when it's the other one that was designed to be strongest. He looks so darn peaceful." Just as he said that, the elder Saiyan began to glow and his power level rocketed. "Come on!" Bulma yelled and dragged Krillin behind the main computer. The Saiyan pulled his limbs in closer to his body and then pushed out his Ki with all his might and the glass around him shattered. The oozing, blue pseudo-amniotic fluid that had held him up spilled onto the floor and he collapsed just in front of the tank, gulping his first air. He didn't cry. He had no need to. He didn't need anything and if he had wanted something, he could've asked using his mind. He screwed up his eyes in concentration and scanned the area for anyone's Ki. Two: male and female. He looked in the direction that he sensed them.

~ Come out ~

They gasped. "Did he…?" Krillin whined. After a few minutes, Bulma stood and peered around the computer. The Saiyan was lying unnaturally still and staring at her. "I think he did," she whispered.

~ Come here ~

She walked slowly over to him and knelt beside him. "Incredible…" she could see his body changing before her eyes. He was born five minutes ago and yet his eyes could open and the vernix had absorbed into his body already. "Your growth rate will slow to a normal rate by your adulthood," Bulma informed him.

~ What is normal? Is this normal? To be born from glass ~

Before she could answer him her father burst into the room. "Why didn't you call me?" he yelled in delight and ran down to inspect the Saiyan.

~ Moron ~

"Fantastic! Dr Briefs grinned. "You, my lad, are the first of a new breed – the Saiyans. Elite humans that will protect the earth from intergalactic foes!

~ I stand corrected. You are beyond moronic ~

"I love this kid!" He looked closer at the baby. "The languo hair is disappearing. And that damn tail… what are we going to do about that? We really shouldn't have used monkey embryos."

~ My mother was a monkey? Great I suppose you're my father then. That'd make my day (!) ~

Dr Briefs grinned even more, "No, you aren't my child biologically. Just like he over there isn't your brother. But you are brothers in that you are one and the same. Part of an army you were. Until your comrades died that is."

                ~ Comrades? ~

"The other tanks, held Saiyans as strong as you but each with their own special attribute that would make them important to your team. Like X-Men!"

Bulma sighed, "Daddy, this was supposed to be a serious experiment for You-Know-Who. No wonder they all died if you frittered away your time on giving them unique powers." He gave her a sideways look. "It doesn't matter, the two most important survived. Your brother there (he said to Vegeta) is the strongest of you all, but he's none too bright. We had to sacrifice something for his strength." The Saiyan tried to crane his head to look at him but he was too weak still. As Bulma had said, growing at such a rapid rate was a great stress on his little body. "Come now, we have to put you into the cell chamber overnight, every night. That way you wont be overloaded." Dr Briefs picked up the Saiyan baby.

                ~ I should kill you… ~ His brain waves were too weak to send that last message and Dr Briefs bundled him into the machine. "Isn't he great?"

                "Very… cute, dad. But wont they be dangerous? I'm starting to think that…"

                "Nonsense. That one's strong enough, but too stupid. And this one is quick-minded enough, but too weak from growing. By the time he is strong enough to kill us, we'll have converted him to fight on our side. And the anti-bond helmets will be arriving tomorrow." Bulma crossed her arms and held her left elbow. "He doesn't like us. He knows that there's a different world. He feels inhuman." Krillin stepped between them. "Well let's name him! That'll make him feel a little loved."

                "Vegeta," Dr Briefs said. "I thought about it all night."

                "All night? And that's the best you came up with?"

                "How about Raynard?" Krillin offered. Bulma blinked a few times in disbelief. "Geez, why don't you just call him Nigel or Kevin! We'll stick with Vegeta."

                "Good! Now Bulma, please go to bed now." Dr Briefs tapped her watch face. She looked down and read the time to be 2:44am. "Dammit, I really should go to sleep." She looked back at Vegeta. He'd already grown a lot.

~ Morons ~