Mirai Sugi no Iji
"Memories of a future past"
Chapter 2
Written by Michael "supersaiyan2mvegeta" Weiss


He awoke with a start. At first, he panicked because he couldn't remember who he was. Then, he remembered that he really didn't know who he was. He sat up. He tried to remember who he was, tried to bring back the strange memories shoved into his head before he had fallen asleep. As he did, his already sore head began throbbing. He looked down at his hands, which were beginning to glow. He arched his head back, attempting to yell out. He wasn't able to scream, because he had started to remember

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Trunks awoke with a start. He had had a horrible nightmare, in which he was attempting to activate his time machine, when he was attacked.... And killed. He shuddered as he stood up. Yes, the shower would help. He walked into the bathroom, and started his shower. Yes, the shower did help.

He exited the shower and dried himself off. He walked back into his room, and got dressed. Somehow, he felt today would be a long day. He walked downstairs for breakfast.

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The memories rushed over his mind, he couldn't make anything of them at first, but then he came across one, specific memory. All of the other memories seemingly "hushed" themselves as he entered this memory.

He looked around wildly, trying to assess where he was. He was in a scientific laboratory. To all sides were machines working rapidly on something or other. In the center of the room there was a large metallic pod. While he didn't actually remember being in this room, he felt like it was, well, a second home. Suddenly, The pod opened and out stepped an old man. He felt as if this man was his mentor. Then, out came himself, at least he thought it was himself. It was how he thought he should look, not the reflection he had seen in the water. Then he saw himself suddenly clutch his head, as if he was in pain. He saw himself fall to the ground. He watched the unconscious body slowly change shape into his current form. He watched as the other self stood up. He peered into his own eyes. He now looked like his reflection, but there was something different, something about his eyes, something evil. His other self turned to his mentor.

"Shall we begin?" was all that his mentor said.

He jumped out of the memory. He was kneeling in the forest. He thought back to the memory he had just seen played out. This time when he focused on it, it was more of a memory then a movie. He was in the pod; he was the one who collapsed. He was the one who thought of nothing but evil. The pain in the back of his neck returned. He wasn't about to stop now, he returned to the mass of memories.

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Trunks finished his breakfast. There was still something strange about today, but he didn't know what. He put the dirty dishes in the sink and went into the living quarters. Sitting down on an armchair, Trunks pickup the newspaper and started skimming the headlines. His mother interrupted his reading.

"I couldn't help but notice that something was bothering you yesterday." She said, sitting down. "Anything on your mind?"

"Nothing much," Trunks responded, "It just seemed that Mr. Trundle was hiding something. Something important."

"You know, I think you're right, I'll have to ask him about it later." Said Bulma, looking quite relieved. "Well, if that's it, no need to interfere with your reading." Bulma got up and gingerly kissed Trunks on the forehead. Trunks watched her walk out of the room. He mentally shook his head. /Yes, indeed, today was GOING to be odd./

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He looked upwards to the sky. Over the past three hours, he had pieced together his past. He looked at his surroundings with a little more understanding than when he first arrived. He thought back to the memories. He wanted to relive them again.

He stood deep within the lab. He knew what was about to come; he'd already gone through the memory before. He let his other thoughts recede and just listen to the past replay itself.

His mentor stood beside him, directing his attention to the computer monitor. "What you see here is the tactical information you will need to memorize shortly. You should already know this, but do to a few minor errors during your calibrating.... Well, I suppose you need a brief synopsis."

His mentor said turning toward him. "You are an android." He had gone through this memory before, and dealt with his surprise then, but he still felt the rush of confusion flow through this past body. "I created you, in a process which I have perfected over time. My name, is Dr. Gero. You were created for one purpose, to avenge androids 17, 18, and cell. 17 and 18 were a similar type to your own, making them very formidable opponents. It is a shame that Trunks destroyed them. Cell, on the other hand, was a masterpiece. Created completely biological, he would have been indestructible, if he could have become whole. Unfortunately, Trunks got the drop on him. He was destroyed!" Dr. Gero clenched his fists in rage. "He was everything! Oh, He could have been a god! Why was he destroyed!?! WHY!?!"

The Dr. cleared his throat, and regained his composure. "Well.... That is behind us. To achieve revenge, I knew that I must work and create another masterpiece. Unfortunately, I knew that at the rate of Trunks' advancement, anything I created to match his power now would be horribly out-matched. I had no choice. I activated # 16. I didn't know if I could control him, but I knew that if I couldn't he would destroy the Earth, along with Trunks. Surprisingly, I COULD control him. Even MORE surprising, he was incredibly powerful, Trunks could barely fend him off! I gave 16 the orders to toy with him, I knew that even though 16 was strong, he was no match for Trunks in the end. I began work on the new model, YOU are the new model. Yesterday, Trunks finally got the upper hand, and destroyed 16. You are android # 22, my ultimate creation. Even though your original formatting failed, destroying most of your memory banks. But, your power reading is incredibly high. Even higher than Trunks. I know you will succeed."

Dr. Gero turned back towards the screen. "Your mission..." # 22 Gasped, in the past, the memory had ended at "I know you will succeed." He watched on eagerly. "Now, to memorize this information immediately, open your right hand," his past body did so. "Now, attempt to open your hand again." # 22 watched in amazement as small electronic tendrils flowed from his wrist, and into several openings in the computer interface. The # 22 in the memory gasped. The real # 22 gasped. He had snapped out of the memory, but his head hurt incredibly badly. He shut his eyes tightly and gripped his head in his hands. Then he felt it. It was as if the tactical information was real, and was downloading into his system. The downloading finally finished. At once, he knew every single feature on his body. How to access the secret weapons, how to port into anything electronic, how to see in infrared. He concentrated, turning on the infrared, and looked around himself. Everything was black and white. He could sense the body heat of every animal within 50 feet. He could sense power levels. He let the infrared fade. /Yes, indeed, today was GOING to be fun./

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End of Chapter 2