C-19 and Gero spent the four following days storing everything in capsules, while the super computer Night Dog started organising and analysing the data of the SSDs. It decrypted the low and hight gothic and also the techna-lingua, translating it to the common language from dragon ball universe.
Soon after, Gero brought Mai and C-19 to visit his two masters, and the couple got married in a little traditional taoist temple without any additional guests. Gero didn't feel like inviting strangers, and Mai didn't have any family left. And being a mercenary for hire, she didn't have the luxury to make true friends either.
The monotone mansion got decorated, slowly but steadily by Mai, and it was even expanded to add a weapon collection and exposition room, and also a shooting range. Even after getting the materials from the world of the grimmdark, Gero kept abusing his position at Ferbolg and weekly, huge trucks kept arriving, providing a steady flow of rare and expensive resources. One night, Mai could not refrain for asking:
"Darling, you keep researching things that seem impossible, and you keep pilling up resources. Do you plan to change the world? Like transforming into something we saw in that movie last week?"
"No, I don't plan to change it." He answered pensively.
"Do you want to become the master of the world then?" She asked, perking up from the blanket.
"Neither. Weirdly enough, there are plenty of powerful and rich people other than me, and they don't care either. Or are in the game just to rack profits."
"What there are other people as powerful as you?!" Mai asked again with a surprising intonation.
"Well, there are aliens in this universe that are a bit weaker than uncle Cooky you know? Four gods in charge of four parts of the universe also. The supreme god creating life and planets, and then the god of destruction and its angel."
"This is a bit scary..." She said.
"There are so many powerful beings and they truly don't care. So I believe there is no point in changing the world or owning it. Maybe, if I can become the new supreme god, then and only then, I would more or less accomplish my goal. But except for surviving and remaining on top of the food chain, I can't think about anything specific right now. I just want to enjoy the happy times as long they last."
"Happy times?" She said teasingly.
"Happy times!" He confirmed pulling her closer, initiating round two.
Years passed by, Gero was still training, just enough to not lose any combat power. After running multiple tests, it was clear he reached his limit and was not as gifted as Krilin. Or was not as reckless as him. He could try hard to reach around nine thousand battle power, but the micro injuries would make his elixir effect ineffective too soon. Once the effects would wear down, he would be sixty already, and his body will degenerate at a scary pace then. He spent a lot of times in the laboratory, working with Night Dog on the adaptation and miniaturisation of Martian technology.
He knew the humanity had the most advanced technology before the age of strife, but sometimes reality is much above the expectations. The otherworldly knowledge saved him centuries of time and research efforts, and opened technological paths he would never ever believed being possible. Three years after the night Shenron was summoned, the project: Omnissiah of Perfection was initiated.
He didn't spent all his time in the lab though. The supercomputer was always improving and tanked the most of the work, Gero had mainly to intervene in the most crucial junctions of the research, or to speed things up. He spent the rest of his time with Mai.
At first, they were living in their comfortable cocoon, but soon enough Ludovine convinced Mai that it was necessary to attend social events, and this is why Gero, the legendary innovator, regularly attended charity events, and appeared in magazines and galas regularly. Mai appreciated these kind of events and made a lot of friends, who were maybe not so surprisingly fans of firearms.
They also got four children, Logan, Laura, Leonel and Leah. C-19 demonstrated great nanny skills, and was caring for them the most of the time. With his help, the house was always tidy, and the children always had an adult figure to play with. He was so efficient though, that he gave an adult house roach feeling. Whenever any one came visiting, he would be always doing stuff outside in his wooden cabin, perched on a tree, floating in the pool, or playing video games.
But suddenly, it was already year seven hundred seventy-three, and far far away, in a foreign galaxy, there was a planet, a planet named Vegeta. Its skies were bruise-purplish and ember-reddish. This was the new home of a very vicious and belligerent race, the race of saiyens. It's gravity was ten times over the Earth's, and the special constitution of these xenos endowed with a monkey tail, prevented them to be crushed outright, and in contrary, boosted their powers the longer they stayed and trained there. Each time one of these aliens was injured, a zenkai boost would be triggered past a certain threshold, and their constitution would get strengthened to a frightening degree.
After their birth, these saiyen's power was evaluated, and this is how it was decided to which class they would belong. Low-class, mid-class, elite-class, and the less respected of them all, the non-combatants. However, all of them remained equal in front of death.
Above that immense planet, beyond the veil of air, in the cold and silent void, was arriving a messenger, who was bearing a message, a message of death, and it's execution. And once there, Freezer, taking his time, and seated in his hovering throne, flew out of his space-ship, accompanied by his entourage. As he was looking down, the planet kept turning, blissfully unaware in the way the condemned are unaware until it is too late.
Somewhere down there, alarms began to wail, scouters were flashing and fighters rose, advancing to face their master like flies attracted by light.
In the vanguard, was Bardock, a meaningless low-class warrior. For Freezer, it made no difference who was who, he only saw a bunch of space monkeys, and one of them dared to attack him with a blue-white beam. Freezer, smirking at this ridiculous sight, only lifted a finger. But at the tip of that finger, a little sun appeared, and got flickered their way, planet Vegeta's way, like one would flicker away a booger.
Freezer smiled as the little monkeys were crushed and burnt alive, then admired the planetary boom! Freezer leaned back in his throne, satisfied, not knowing that in another galaxy far far away, a being much stronger than him was laying on the couch, legs up and head and shoulders on the floor, playing an online video-game, a multiplayer shooter more precisely, and was avidly insulting his noob teammates.
As the door's bell rung, C-19 yelled in his hight pitched voice: "Door!"
"Coming!" Answered Gero. It was implicitly understood by everyone in the house that no one, should or had any right to take away gaming time from their bellowed cockroach android. Gero was tempted to build a basement for uncle Cooky, but he was afraid that his creation would become a streamer.
As he opened the door, he saw Ludovine, waiting calmly.
"Oh hi, please enter, feel like at home. Is this that period of the year again?" Said Gero, and the secretary had a weird feeling of deja vu.
Soon enough Mai joined in too, telling in a low voice to be careful, the kids were having their siesta. Ludovine glared at her, wondering how could they wake them up, as they literally were sleeping on the other side of the giant mansion.
"Dr. Gero, as the documentary on the forever young revolutionary scientist just landed on the big screens, and every one talks about it, Ferbolg would like to develop a line of Dr. Gero beauty products...|
"No way! I refuse!" Cut Gero right away.
"But the investors would like to surf on the hype..."
"No is no. You can draft a contract regarding my approval of certain cosmetics though, but there should be no side effects and those products should be clinically proven effective."
"Tank you Dr. Gero, thank you!" Ludovine said emotionally. "I was fighting with them for months now! Anyway it is your fault for looking so young in your fifties." She pouted.
Meanwhile C-19 was ignoring them, and started a new round. After some small talk, Gero finally asked:
"Was there anything else by the way?"
Ludovine was hit by a realisation, and tentatively asked: "The power core?"
"Follow me, everything is in that capsule..." Mai said enthusiastically, knowing that soon enough she could boast about her husband again.
At first, the new line up of beauty-products with Gero's approval hit the market like an unrestricted and gigantic wave, men and women were purchasing them crazily. And following that, T3 with it's immensely improved specs was announced, then commercialised. The whole world was only talking about Gero, eclipsing the story of musical idols going to space and anything else.
As if it was not enough, Mai got pregnant again, but an emergency family meeting was called up by C-19. He calculated that the fifth kid will take on five minutes of his other activities, and that there was no way he would make any additional sacrifices after that.
"No more than five kids!" He proclaimed, more serious than ever.
Mai and Gero could only acquiesce, as they too didn't want to cut short their other activities. They were truly blessed by having this android.
The time continued to advance mercilessly, and the year seven hundred forty-one was dangerously approaching.
The past two years Gero had little choice but to focus on his research, but Mai kept coming to see him, bringing in the kids so they won't mistake C-19 for their father, and meals. They agreed that he can skip the social events but that he must sleep in their room at night.
On Nigh Dog's screen, a picture of a human body was displayed. Gero looked with trepidation the simulation being completed. His own body model, Ki, muscle fibber response, neural latency, bone and muscle structures and blood flow were changing during the simulated surgery.
"GERO PROTOCOLS: STABLE.
"MARTIAN PROTOCOLS: STABLE.
NECRON PROTOCOLS: STABLE.
TAU PROTOCOLS: STABLE"
There were a lot of hereteks on Mars, and Gero profited from it. In the few years he had, he reached what should be called the apex of synthetical structures, permitting one to transcend the status of a cyborg without losing one's soul. The knowledge that Shenron granted him had tests and simulations run by the Mechanicum using the Omniscient Mask. While it was a useless piece of junk in a world without the warp, on the test records it showed the red priests what actions destroyed the human soul during an hardware upgrade, and how to complete it without taking risks. Imagine, you believe ascending to the next level, to a state of a perfect being, but you end up facing Yamma. Silly indeed.
Most importantly Gero didn't have to deal with any restrictions they encountered with the Motive Force. There were four laws of thermodynamics that were not bypassed in the world of the everlasting grimmdark. The zeroth law stated that there should be a thermal equilibrium. The first law dictated that the energy cannot be created or destroyed, but the second law imposed that an isolated system's entropy would always increase over time. The third law meant that a temperature approaches absolute zero, the entropy of a perfect crystal always approaches a minimum constant value. Gero's infinite energy reactor has no entropy. It cools the systems and with its new designs, gains in power from outside sources.
The soul would be stored in a halo, serving as the android's core. The halo will contain the DNA signature, maintained in a perfect state via the proprieties of necrodermis and adamantium. It's necrodermis connectors measuring only a few femtometers, would connect to specially adapted captors made of ceramite and coated in adamantite, linking it to the body. This way the androids body will be engraved by the DNA proprieties of the halo, and become indistinguishable from a normal human body. It's toughness and limits will still depend of the materials used for making it of course. But no matter what, the six senses would be tricked by it. Hormones and pheromones would be synthetically produced, and after running thousands of simulations, the children fathered by it will be purely human.
After being stuck for weeks on the halo to body connectivity problem, Gero felt relieved as this time things went perfectly well. Now he had to spend his last moments on Earth as a meatbag running simulations and attempting to improve what was already perfect. He prayed the Machine God for success, and he pleaded the Motive Force to allow him, a mere mortal, for the right to transcend his shackles. To become this world's Omnissiah.