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Out of Sight, Out of Mind	By : Asper Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1972 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author�s Note: Once again, a huge thank you for my
reviewers and to everyone who is taking the time to read this story, especially
to Foxxy Jones, Crimson Tide, Bulma
90_13, Dragon, and Mater Tenebrarum. Thanks for your
support, and I�m sorry that this entry took a bit longer, I�m stressed out in
real life :P.

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Out of Sight, Out of Mind

--Day Two--

The
darkness of night had long since descended on the mountainous wilderness
outside Satan City, cloaking the landscape in a
blanket of serenity, broken only by the pale glimmer of the stars and the
waxing moon. The Earth�s eternal satellite was nearing the apex of its cycle;
in mere days, it would once more shine upon the planet with in all its glory
before waning to a crescent for another month. The forests were silent under
the gaze of the stars, biding their time until the sun greeted them once more,
bathing them in the light of a new day.

Barely
visible in the moonlight, a lone silver machine shot through the night sky, its
mercury membrane reflecting the pale lights above it. It quickly reached a valley
in the mountains, flying over a small human village before reaching the outland
ruins of an old church, coming to a halt before the calm android surrounded in
dim ribbons of energy, his gauzed hands and feet shimmering in the moonlight.

Android 10
took the Dragonball produced by the membrane of the
strange machine, holding it gently in his hands while gazing at it with molten
eyes. The golden ball adorned with a single red star began to emit a light of
its own, having been reunited with its six brothers. Android 10�s loyal metal
droids floated around him as he gathered his collection, brought the balls to
the cloister behind the ruins, and laid them gently on the ground before looking
to the sky as he spoke aloud for the first time.

�Eternal
Dragon, I call you forth from your slumber. Arise, Shenlong!�

The
android�s eyes grew wide and his normally relaxed exterior tensed in anxiety as
dark clouds gathered in the sky from every direction, circling the valley with
the church as the eye of the storm. Lighting struck the trees in the distance
as the valley was bathed in golden light from below, the air flashing brightly
before the moon itself was swallowed by shadows in the sky. Without warning,
the Dragonballs shone brighter than the sun and erupted
as a gigantic serpentine dragon curled and looped in the air, transforming from
nothing to face the one that disturbed him. As the dragon�s scales turned from
gold to emerald and his eyes gleamed like blood rubies, he opened his mouth and
spoke in a deep voice, much slower than necessary.

�You have
disturbed my slumber. I shall grant to you two wishes; speak.�

Android 10
blinked.

�Two
wishes?�

The dragon
merely growled as Android 10 furrowed his brow and crossed his arms. The data
provided to him by Dr. Gero�s supercomputers had
specified that the Eternal Dragon would grant a single wish to whoever summoned
him. This new information did not make sense. Shaking his head, the android
turned back to the dragon before him.

�I have
only one wish to make. I have no use for a second.�

The dragon
growled one more.

�Very well.
Speak your wish, and it shall be done.�

Android 10
blinked slowly and smirked slightly.

�I want you
to reanimate the Red Ribbon Army.�

The dragon
roared and spoke angrily.

�That wish
is not within my power. The Red Ribbon Army was destroyed too long ago to be
revived.�

Android 10
smiled.

�I don�t
want you to bring them back to life. I want you to reanimate their bodies as
androids in the image of Dr. Gero�s creations.�

Once more
the dragon roared as lightning struck the ground of the valley, the skies
themselves screaming at the Earth in protest.

�If
granted, this wish can never be undone.�

Android 10
frowned and glared defiantly at Shenlong for a good
minute before the dragon�s eyes began to emit an eerie red light and vibrations
began to rock the earth beneath them, sudden winds whipping through the air,
sending his metal drones flying in all directions. Android 10 gasped and fell
to the ground as he felt his mind explode with awareness; he could feel the
world through Androids 17 and 18 before, but this was� indescribable. Hundreds
upon thousands of images filled his mind as he saw with the eyes of an army, as
information flooded his senses, and the world itself seemed to become as small
as the cloister he was in. The Army rose once more where they had fallen � in the
rubble of Muscle Tower, in the headquarters, in the field
� each submitting to the Hive Mind.

Shenlong
growled once more.

�It is
done.�

The Eternal
Dragon dissipated without another word, leaving the Dragonballs
to fly off in 7 directions, scattering across the world as the clouds billowed
out of the sky. Android 10 fell to his knees and gripped the ground at his
feet, his 7 drones attempting to regain their composure in the high wind as his
soft laugh broke the silence of the crisp autumn night.

Collapsing
to the grass, Android 10 watched the world through lidded eyes. He watched the
sun rise in a land far to the East, rush hour traffic plaguing a city to the West, he savored the taste of the Sahara
air and shivered at the biting cold of the North. Without a second thought, the
Hive Mind called his army to him before collapsing on the grass, falling into a
light slumber under the stars, dreaming of the world.

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Bulma sat
in the kitchen of the Capsule Corporation with Chichi, sipping her fifth mug of
coffee in as many hours. The normally clean, white circular kitchen was
littered with energy bar wrappers and sandwich crumbs, while the smell of stale
coffee seemed to permeate the very walls. The sun was beginning to rise,
pouring warm light into then modern kitchen as the city lights dimmed into
obscurity. Chichi had arrived yesterday evening after the boys had been
stabilized in the infirmary, their inexplicable fevers having driven them into hallucinations
and power fluxes for most of the night. Bulma had
tested the boys herself, but could not identify the sickness � all her tests
had revealed was that it was an unidentified virus.

Sighing
heavily, Bulma rubbed her eyes hard and slumped into
the table. She had sent the test results to a medical doctor for analysis,
along with a blood sample for good measure, which had only caused more
problems. The doctor had not identified the virus, but had realized the �virus�
was actually two separate viruses that had merged into a single compound no
more than a few months ago, and had been mutating since. Of course, the doctor
had also asked why the blood was so full of foreign chemicals that he could
barely see anything at all, though Bulma had ended
the conversation without trying to explain Saiyan
growth hormones.

Bulma
wrenched herself from her thoughts Chichi started mumbling something. Bulma smiled sadly as she realized the other woman had
fallen asleep at the table; she always seemed so tired lately. Bulma hardly noticed when her mate came into the room and
gripped her arm gently, pulling her slowly into the living room.

�Woman, I
want to know what�s going on.�

Bulma
rubbed her eyes and shot Vegeta an annoyed look, as
though he should have known.

�They�ve got
some kind of virus, but we�re lucky to have seen it at all. Those strange
hormones keep contaminating the tests.�

Vegeta
narrowed his eyes.

�They
aren�t strange, woman!�

She snorted
and turned her back to the prince.

�Yeah,
yeah, they�re the catalysts of some sacred milestone of the Saiyan
race. Do you know how hard it�s going to be to explain those things, Vegeta? Nothing on Earth produces hormones that thick.�

Vegeta
balled his fists.

�The
hormones cannot be any thicker than your skull!�

�What did
you just say to me?�

Vegeta
took a deep breath. He was tired, and this was getting nowhere.

�Forget it.
What kind of virus is it?�

Bulma
sighed again, moving towards the couch.

�It�s
actually two viruses, but no one seems to know what it is, there�s no record of
anyone on Earth having contracted this before. Could it be a Saiyan thing, Vegeta?

Vegeta
scoffed loudly as he sat beside her.

�And just
where would they get it from? Unless Kakarot, his
eldest brat, or I have it, there�s no way they could catch a Saiyan virus. And I think I would have noticed if I passed
out��

He turned
and glared at the lack of wall behind them, providing a clear view of the
backyard.

��though I
would have had sense enough not to take the damned house with me.�

They sat
for a moment in silence. Bulma buried her face in her
hands as Vegeta glared at the sky through the window.
The clouds were a bright orange, while the sky was a mixture of pale blues and purples;
the sun was glowing brightly as it slowly peeked over the awakening city.

It was as
though an idiot child with radioactive pastels had defaced the prince�s view. He
could just puke. The feeling intensified when a giant moron materialized in
front of him, especially since he was supposed to be keeping an eye on their
sons.

�Kakarot.�

Goku
beamed.

�Hi Vegeta, hi Bulma! I just thought you should know the
boys are awake now.�

Bulma
shot up as Vegeta grunted in acknowledgement. Running
to the infirmary, she left the Saiyans to their
thoughts; or in Goku�s case, a lack thereof. A few moments
passed before Vegeta begrudgingly broke the silence.

�Kakarot, I want you to stay away from the brats until we
find out what they�ve got.�

Goku
tilted his head quizzically, scratching it absently.

�Huh? Why?�

�Because it
is a virus, and it might be contagious to other Saiyans.
You cannot risk this kind of sickness in your current state.�

Vegeta
smirked at the confused look he got from the other, before realizing he would
have to explain what he was talking about. He sighed angrily and stood to meet
the other�s gaze, gesturing impatiently towards the kitchen.

�Look at
your mate. Really look at her. Now.�

Goku
looked into the kitchen at Chichi. She was sitting at the kitchen table,
looking as though she had just awoken. She was on the telephone, speaking too
softly to hear with fear in her eyes. Her raven hair had fallen out of an
otherwise neat ponytail and was framing her face, making her look much more
disheveled than normal. Vegeta continued.

�Your mate
is sick, I can smell it on her. From the minute she
walks into this house until the moment she leaves the air reeks of it.�

Goku
turned on Vegeta, baring his teeth. Before he could
speak, Vegeta raised his hand to silence him.

�Believe it
or not, Kakarot, the screaming banshee woman is very sick. You are a Saiyan, and she is your mate. Although the two of you have
not bonded in Saiyan terms, you are still connected,
and her weakness has become yours.�

Vegeta�s
expression softened as he closed his eyes, his voice laced with something
almost resembling regret.

�It�s probably
why you can�t smell it on her. Do not misunderstand me Kakarott,
you are still stronger than anyone else on this pathetic mud-ball planet, but
for the moment, you cannot afford to take chances. Understood?�

Goku just
stared at Vegeta as the other Saiyan
left the room to join Bulma, and Chichi hung up the
phone before walking over to her husband.

�Goku, how are the boys? You said they were awake?�

Goku
looked down at his wife, closing the distance between them and kissing her
lightly on the forehead.

�Chichi,
are you sick?�

The
raven-haired woman smiled sadly, cupping her husband�s face in her hands.

�Goku, I� We�ll talk about this later, alright?�

Goku
frowned as his wife broke the embrace and began to walk back towards the
kitchen, noticing for the first time how frail she looked, and how heavily the
years seemed to weigh on her on her shoulders.

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Gohan
yawned impressively as he sat up on his canopied bed, blinking as he took in
his surroundings. The room was absolutely enormous for an unused bedroom, a
large domed room made entirely of marble and gold decorated by numerous
sculptures and various works of art. Light filtered in from the glassless, high
molded windows, illuminating the billowing white curtains surrounding the bed
like snow in the sun. Dende�s Lookout was indeed a
vision of ethereal beauty, though the irony of the temple�s pointless opulence
was not lost on Gohan.

The Saiyan smiled as he stretched his legs, looking down at his
toes. It felt as though he had not slept for years, at least not compared to
how he had slept the previous night. He just sat there in contentment for a few
minutes before the large wooden doors to the room began to groan in complaint
as they opened slowly, revealing a smiling green Namek.

�Good
morning, Gohan! How did you sleep?�

Gohan tried
to stop his smile from faltering. Dende knew just how
well Gohan had slept, having spent the past hour watching
the Saiyan sleep through one of the windows. Gohan supposed the young guardian did not need to know that
Piccolo had trained him to sense energy levels in his sleep � it tended to help
with carnivorous animals when he had been training in the wilderness.

�Hi Dende. And I slept well, thanks for
asking.�

Dende
beamed at Gohan as a familiar
toothless, overweight Djinn entered the room,
bowing slightly.

�Oh, Gohan, it is good to see that you�re awake. Shall I make
you some lunch?�

Gohan�s
eyes widened.

�Um�
lunch?�

Dende
blushed a reddish plum colour, something Gohan had never seen Piccolo do. It was interesting.

�Well, you
didn�t wake this morning, and you seemed to be pretty comfortable so we didn�t
really want to disturb you.�

Gohan
adopted a mock look of confusion.

�So how did
you know I was awake now?�

Dende
blushed harder and seemed to be trying to think of an answer as Gohan smirked, jumping from the oversized bed and walking
across the room in nothing but a small pair of boxers.

Pretending
to ignore Dende�s stare, he followed Mr. Popo to the large
dining room. Like the bedroom, it was a marble cavern, shaped like a dome, the
only entrance being a large gothic arch that gazed over the Eastern skies.
Light poured into the room through numerous windows as white transparent drapes
drifted lazily in the slight cool breeze, the breeze that soon carried the
smell of a feast to the hungry Saiyan�s nose, making
him immediately forget about everything else.

The two
caught up over lunch, laughing and reminiscing about years passed. Gohan had eaten far more than a normal person would have when
Mr. Popo excused himself to do his gardening. Gohan
had not yet decided what he was going to do about Dende�s
obvious infatuation. In two days he had lost his wife and alienated his mentor.
He had to hide miles above the Earth to avoid his own family and friends in
hopes of keeping his private life precisely that. He had left his daughter with
a bumbling idiot and a pink monster that had at one time killed the majority of
Earth�s population.

He was a
warrior, the son of the strongest man in the universe and the golden child of a
princess. He was the husband of the champion�s daughter, he had fought crime in
the streets, he had been a guest of the Kais, and he had defeated cell. He had
both saved the world and died trying.

And he
still wasn�t good enough. He still wasn�t wanted enough for them to care...

�Gohan? Are you ok?�

Dende had
walked over to where Gohan sat, looking down at the Saiyan who had apparently lost himself in his thoughts. Gohan looked back at the guardian, staring into his eyes.
Without a word, Gohan turned to face the other in his
seat, speaking suddenly.

�Dende, do you want me?�

�What? Gohan, I-�

Gohan
grabbed the guardian�s face in both hands, drawing him in for a deep kiss. Dende moaned softly, allowing Gohan�s
tongue to enter his mouth and lick at the other�s teeth, feeling the guardian�s
mouth and skin change from cool to warm as Dende
melted in the Saiyan�s arms. Gohan
couldn�t help but whimper into the kiss. He tasted like cucumbers and honey, so
much like Piccolo�

Pulling out
of the kiss as he felt the Namek�s erection dig into
his thigh, Gohan spoke in barely more than a whisper.

�Tell me
you want me.�

Dende shuddered
and gripped Gohan�s warm skin in his textured hands,
soft and pale, so unlike his own.

�I want you
Gohan. More than anything.�

Gohan
sighed and kissed Dende again, breaking the embrace
once more after a few seconds.

�Tell me
you love me.�

To his
surprise, Dende did not hesitate, and seemed to speak
with more conviction than Gohan had heard in a long
time.

�I love
you, Gohan.�

Gohan
grabbed Dende to catch him in a kiss once again,
exploring the young guardian�s mouth as his eyelids grew heavy. He let the
guardian of the earth run his hands over his body, feeling his muscles and his
scars, tracing his stomach and drawing him in at the waist. The kiss
intensified, the two bruising each other�s lips as Gohan
seemed to drag himself off the chair and to his knees on the cool, hard floor,
bringing Dende down with him. The pair groped with
passion and need that radiated through the air.

�Piccolo��

Gohan panted as he kissed his mentor deeply, the waterfall roaring in the
background as crickets chirped and owls spoke to the moon. It was dark, though
the moon and the stars had lit the night sky just enough to make out the man in
front of him. Gohan was naked, save for his boxers,
and his tongue was locked in a battle with Piccolo�s
for control of his mouth. As his mentor shed his clothing, Gohan
broke the kiss, grabbing him roughly and gazing into his eyes.

�Tell me you want me.�

Piccolo smirked before pulling the
boy into another kiss, shedding the rest of his clothing as he tore the boxers
from Gohan�s teenaged body.

�I want you, Gohan.�

Gohan smiled into his lover�s chest as he lowered himself to meet Piccolo�s
need. It was larger than he expected, though his teacher *was* a 7 foot tall
alien. Grabbing what he soon learned was the softest thing on his mentor�s body, he massaged the shaft as he looked into his mentor�s
eyes.

�Tell me you love me.�

Piccolo only growled to this
request, grabbing Gohan�s head and shoving himself
into the boy�s mouth, moaning with pleasure as the boy slowly took him in. The
taller man never noticed the look of confusion and sadness in his pupil�s eyes
as the world around them seemed to fog over with mist from the falls, and a
cool breeze danced through the tall grass, lifting the sound of the midnight to
their ears.

Kneeling in the soft grass on a warm
summer night, Gohan had never felt so cold.

A grim smile crossed Gohan�s lips
as he felt Piccolo leave the entrance to the room as quickly as he had arrived moments
before. Gohan lost himself in the kiss once more,
feeling his mentor leave the Lookout with an undeniable sense of urgency and
agitation. Gohan merely blinked as Dende broke the kiss to speak before locking lips with his
once more.

�I want
you, Gohan. I love you.�

Gohan
closed his eyes tightly as the autumn breeze ventured in through the window,
trying not to notice the warm passion he had felt earlier freezing over in his
heart, or that he was shivering unconsciously as the room grew cold.

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�Think they�re
gone, Goten?�

Goten
cocked an eyebrow and looked over at Trunks, who was grinning in his bed. The
infirmary had been busy since they had awoken a few hours before, first with Bulma conducting tests, then with Vegeta
barking at them for their weakness at being defeated by a mere virus while Goku tried to calm him down, then with Bulma
and Chichi fawning over them and trying to drill them for information�
Thankfully, Bulma had finally decided to let the pair
sleep for a while, even if they had not intended on doing anything of the sort
in the mid afternoon.

�For a while, at least. I don�t think anyone wants to face the wrath of Bulma.�

Trunks
winced as he slowly got out of bed.

�Hey, I�d
face my mom over yours any day.�

The
lavender haired boy made his way over to Goten�s bed,
trying to look sexy through the remains of his fever, and failing miserably. Goten gave his friend a weak smile before looking away,
pretending to be interested with the wall. Grunting, Trunks plopped himself unceremoniously
on Goten�s bed, grimacing at the sterility of the
white walls, sheets, and ceilings as he relaxed with his friend. Without
warning, Goten turned to face him with a determined
look on his face.

�Trunks,
yesterday, when we got sick, did you� like, when we��

Goten
sighed as Trunks laid his head down on the pillow beside his. Gathering his
courage, he decided to just ask.

�Did you
have a dream about having sex with Gotenks?�

What little
colour was left in Trunks� face drained out of it. Goten closed his eyes as his
friend�s loss for words confirmed his suspicions. Trunks spoke.

�I don�t
think it was a dream.�

�Yes,
Trunks, we went to some strange place where nothing made sense, fused into Gotenks, started jacking off, then started having sex, and
THEN had sex with OURSELVES.�

Trunks
snorted.

�I didn�t
say we actually did that, I just said I didn�t think it was a dream. I mean, we
couldn�t have both had the exact same dream, especially since we haven�t fused
in years. It isn�t possible, is it?�

For a few
minutes, neither of the boys said anything. Goten and
Trunks simply lay there, listening to the white noise of the infirmary, looking
at each other on opposite ends of the bed. Goten
sighed as he saw Trunks� expression change. He had that look again, the look he
got whenever he started thinking about his parents, his company, the other
fighters�

�Goten-�

�No, Trunks.
I don�t want to hear it.�

Goten
rolled over, turning his back to his friend. His voice shook as he spoke.

�I know
that you think we need to stop, I know that you don�t like� us. But how long
did we last the last time we tried to stop? A week?�

Trunks
sighed.

�Less.�

Goten
snorted.

�I just� I
hate this! I hate that I have no say in this! I hate that we can�t live the way
we want to just because they might
get upset!�

Goten
clenched his eyes shut as he spat the next part.

�I hate
that you won�t chose me over them. That it�s not even a choice.�

Trunks
blinked and blushed with regret, moving slowly over to Goten.

�Nothing
isn�t much to choose from, Goten.�

Trunks
kissed the back of Goten�s head as he spooned into
his friend, relaxing the other enough to get him to release the pillow he was
clenching. When Goten�s breathing became shallow and
calm, Trunks slowly began to unwrap himself from the other boy. Catching him by
surprise, Goten rolled back towards him, grabbing his
arm.

�No,
Trunks, please� stay with me? Just for a while?�

Looking
nervously at the door to the infirmary, Trunks settled back down, letting Goten draw him in for a kiss. The kiss began to intensify
as Trunks melted in his lover�s arms, grabbing Goten
and drawing him in as the raven-haired teen grabbed his matted lavender hair
and whimpered into Trunks� mouth. Goten scratched at
Trunks� back like and animal, tightening the embrace with all his strength. Neither
noticed their fevers returning as their kiss became more passionate, the room
slowly melting away.

Both Trunks
and Goten cried out as their bodies began to glow in
auras of red and blue. With a flash of light and a shockwave that sent the
machines around them flying into the walls, Trunks and Goten
disappeared, revealing a single boy with black and purple hair.

Gotenks
panted heavily, blinking hard and sweating as he clutched the sheets of the bed,
clearly disoriented and petrified with fear. Crying out in pain and confusion,
an energy surge hit the remaining machines in the room, ruining the equipment
the two had been connected to only hours before. The fusion only lasted a few
seconds, sending Goten vaulting to one corner of the
room and Trunks to another. When Vegeta charged into
the room neither boy would tell him how they had ended up sprawled on the floor
of a ruined infirmary, or why Vegeta had sensed Gotenks in the room only moments before.

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Android 17 coughed
violently as he made his way through the mountains. Night would fall soon, and
the sun had already begun its descent into the West. He was not sure what had
made him come in this direction; he merely acknowledged that he had to do it, as though there was no
choice in the matter. Just as he had needed to seek out Android 10, he needed
to see what was here.

Android 17
fell to his knees, scraping them on the rock as he gazed with horror at the
valley in front of him. The mountains had given way to a ravine divided by a
small brook, on one side a human village, and on the other a small ruined
church that glowed eerily in the golden light of the dying day, lit by its own
seven silver stars. Taking to the air silently, Android 17 shivered as the cold
mountain air bit at his mechanical body, gliding easily through his tattered
clothing. The trees beneath him seemed to bow to the harsh winds, allowing him
to see the events unfold with a greater clarity than he would have been able to
experience otherwise. Taking refuge behind a large rock, he watched the event
unfold from the distance.

In the otherwise
peaceful, beautiful mountain valley, floating above a ruined church, Android 10
gazed at the earth, surrounded by his seven drones, now orbiting him lazily as
moons might orbit a planet. The rays from the quickly sinking sun reflected off
the molten drones, making them appear almost menacing as Android 10 soaked up
the light, the image of serenity as his energy ribbons drifted in the wind. Beneath
the young android, thousands of creatures stood in complete silence. They were
once human, like Androids 10 and 17, though they seemed... wrong, somehow. The
horde was comprised entirely of androids, though their design did not mimic the
sleek finesse and grace of Dr. Gero�s more refined
creations. Most of them looked more like Androids 19 and 20, bloated or
emaciated, most of them somewhat aged, discoloured,
clearly mechanical, cold, and undisputedly savage-looking. They only uniting
traits were their tattered uniforms and their molten mercury eyes, a sign of
their submission to the Hive Mind, opaque windows to their soulless minds.

Android 17
felt Android 10 in his mind once more, easily identifying this address as some
kind of broadcast. He could not help but notice the slight falter in the
other�s �voice�, a slight tinge of confusion at he creatures below him. He soon
noticed that Android 10 was no longer looking at his army � he was looking
directly at Android 17.

//Welcome,
brothers. I understand that you have travelled from great distances to join me
here. For that, I thank you.//

Android 10
smiled sweetly, though Android 17 could not help but notice a slight grimace as
his gaze fell upon some of the more putrid automatons.

//Earlier
today, I used a set of enchanted artifacts known as Dragonballs
to return life, of a sort, to your bodies. You should remember these artifacts
from your campaign to collect them before your� unfortunate demises. I estimate
that the Red Ribbon Army has not set foot upon this world for at least 40 years.//

A dull
murmur resounded through the crowd, thinning out as Android 10 continued.

//This
period of time has not been peaceful. Wars have ravaged this world, and the people
living here have fallen into cycles of hatred and neglect as their differences
foster fissures in their societies, threatening to destroy them.//

The drones
surrounding the Hive Mind began to orbit the android faster, mimicking an atom.

//Father
foretold this. Commander Red understood this. It is their differences that undo
them, their hatred for what they do not understand.//

Android 10
bowed his head and closed his eyes as he continued.

//Perhaps
the worst of these is their apathy, their stubbornness, and their utter lack of
empathy. They hurt each other. They kill each other. They are divided to the
point of obscurity.//

Android 17
felt a shiver run down his spine. He had been trying to discredit Android 10�s
opinion of the human race, though was finding it increasingly difficult. As he
recalled, the humans had throughout the years refused to unite for any purpose.
Hundreds had been injured and left for dead in the mass evacuations following
the attacks of Cell and Majin Buu.
The people of Earth had even refused to band together to destroy Majin Buu when Goku had needed them the most, childishly helping only in
response to the stern words of the giant fraud, Mr. Satan.

//Their
differences divide them. Their division makes them weak. We shall be the light
of this world � we shall unite them. We shall rule them. We shall mark the end
of this suffering. We shall bring them peace, as father intended.//

The air of
the valley grew colder as the sun finally disappeared in the distance and dusk
fell upon the land. A faint silver glow began to seep from Android 10 as the
Red Ribbon Army began to stir restlessly, processing the information sent to
them. Android 10 opened his eyes as he floated down into his ruined home,
fatigue lining his delicate features.

//You have our father�s orders, and there is nothing more to say.
Go from this place, and do not look back.//

The twilight
was broken savagely as the shriek of rising energy filled the valley.
Illuminated in a white haze of ki, the Red Ribbon
Army shot from the ground in a mass exodus of metal, flesh, and cold, dead
energy. Flying off in all directions, the android army dispersed, leaving
Android 10 and his floating metal droids standing in the nave of the ruined
church, staring directly at where Android 17 was hiding. The more advanced
android felt the Hive Mind invade his once more, speaking to him directly.

//You have been keeping secrets from me, brother. I am
disappointed.//

Rising to
his feet, Android 17 found himself walking towards the
church, where Android 10 stood with his arms crossed, looking at him with
anxiety in his molten eyes. Trying desperately to will himself to escape, he
found himself bound to the foreign command of his body, helplessly trudging
forward. Android 10 flashed his blissful smile once again, masking whatever he
truly felt.

//Do not think you shall be permitted to leave this place until you
reveal your secrets to me, brother. Things seem to have changed more than I had
anticipated in 40 years, things that I consider to be most important to our
mission. For instance, the despicable android models my army has chosen to mimic,
the Dragonballs, the high power levels I keep
detecting, our father�s demise�//

Android 17
fell to his knees as he reached the ruined alter of the old church, Android 10
approaching his back, glaring at his brother. A shiver ran up Android 17�s
spine as he felt the gaze of the Hive Mind probing him for information.

//And, of
course, I am most interested in the creature that our father seems to have
neglected to include in my memory banks. The one that dominates your nightmares.//

Android 17
shivered again as Android 10 placed his hands on his shoulders, feeling the
gauze on the other�s palms through his shirt. Android 10 brought his lips to
the more advanced android�s right ear, speaking aloud in a barely audible
whisper as his metallic droids drifted around the pair in deadly silence,
gleaming in the twilight.

�The one
you call Cell.�

--End of Day Two--

Day Two Summary: Android 10 revives the Red Ribbon
Army as androids, in the image of Androids 19 and 20; their nature irks him,
and loose ends in his data cause him to probe 17 for information after
dispatching the army. Goten and Trunks awaken, though
are revealed to have a compound virus, and Chichi�s apparent sickness is
weakening Goku. Dende and
Piccolo grope in Dende�s Lookout, though Gohan�s mind is on Piccolo, who witnesses their display of �affection�.
Goten and Trunks seem to despise their situation,
though cannot bear to end it; they share a moment of intimacy, and fuse into Gotenks for a few seconds, much to their dismay.
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