Chapter 2

Dr. Miso got out of his beaten down car and walked to his tiny laboratory near the outskirts of Central City; it was quite a drive from the Science Center to the lab, and the entire time all he could think about was the laughing that the community he thought respected him directed his way. They shouldn't be laughing at him, they should be bowing at his feet, thanking him for his contributions to the scientific world.

Even as he unlocked the keys to his lab, a lab that paled in comparison to the giant, multi-billion dollar behemoth that was Capsule Corps headquarters, he was still simmering from the humiliation that he experienced back at the award ceremony. He wanted Bulma and the rest of the women of the world to pay, and he was so close to perfecting his method of doing it.

He entered the dark, dingy lab that he spent most of his sleepless nights in and turned on the light. There were dirty test tubes, empty pizza boxes and sticky notes for his research all over the place. Facing the wall was a series of different computers and monitors, all dead and unmoving, with a array of beakers with different colored liquids inside of the glass.

Blinded by the shining bulb in the center of the room, he walked over to his main computer, turning it on and entering his password. After entering it, a hidden door appeared out of the wall. Miso walked through the secret passage and entered into a pitch-black hall. He walked through until he reached a staircase, walking down with his heavy brutish footsteps.

He reached a metal door, locked by a DNA scanner. He pushed his thumbprint against the scanner and the door opened.

Inside the room where the secret passage was Miso's secret anti-female science lab, with an assortment of secret projects designed to fulfil his plans of making the world worse for women. These included a special audio device that would alter the perception of reality and common sense for anyone near it, an assortment of monitors connected to a fleet of fly-sized camera drones who could spy on any woman he chooses, and a variety of experimental that would make women hornier the harder they tried to think.

In Miso's eyes, these were all duds in comparison to his magnum opus, the creation that would change the world; The Masculinity Virus.

He walked up to his microscope in the lab and examined his artifically made infection. They were multiplying at an alarming rate; more and more of the viral bacteria spreading inside of the containment chamber that Miso had built for them.

The Virus was reverse engineered from the Heart Virus. Miso found a way to strip the chemical properties of the virus that only effected the Y chromosome, which men had, and apply it to their more aggressive and violent genes, activating them but only when they were near the genes of those with two X chromosomes, being women.

Miso was giddy with delight; so many trial runs and failures to get to this point, and now it seemed like the virus was finally ready to be unleashed onto the world. But he needed a test subject, or subjects, to see how capable the virus truly was in its current state.

Miso snapped his fingers, having a revelation and ran over to one of his monitors, the one currently recording a group of about 30 people, 15 men and 15 women, all attempting to survive on an uninhabited that he found in his younger days. They were all sitting near the camps at night, cooking the food he stashed away in one of the trees, talking and seemingly having a good time with one another. He also saw one couple of a young man and woman get into an argument and another build man build his girlfriend her campfire while she sat there and talked to her friends.

With an evil smile plastered on his face, Miso input some commands into the computer next to the camera feed, making a few small metal hoses pop out of the sand near the campsite where the people were.

His forehead dripping with anticipation from what he was about to see, he pressed the button to activate the hoses. A red gas shot out of them, filling the air around the campsite and overpowering the smoke coming from the campfire. The campers started to wheeze and sputter, the males in particular being thrown into massive coughing fits as they tried to get their barings.

One of the female islanders, an attractive brunette in her 20s, ran to her boyfriend, a built blonde man with a tan, on the sand coughing up blood. She put her hand on his shoulder.

"Johnny, Johnny! What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Hearing the shrill, obnoxious feminine voice in his ear made the man turn around and look at her with a vicious intent on his face, the woman noticing the stare and slowly walking backwards. Johnny stood up and charged at the woman, grabbing her hair and throwing her to the ground.

"J-Johnny, what are you-"

He smacked her head before she could even finish what she was about to say, Johnny starting to grab her throat and strangle her, the girl trying to scream all the while. Similiar sights were happening all around the island, women being dominated by men as they were , smacked around, and brutalized. Cocks getting stuffed in throats, cunts, and assholes appeared on Miso's security cameras as the female islanders begged their male compatriots not to violate them, but the requests went on ears. The female islaners started to succumb to their wounds and injuries one-by-one, passing out or losing the life from their eyes.

The massive orgy on the island continued as Miso just stared at the screen, a hard-on developing in his pants. Drool started to slip from his mouth, thinking of the possibilities that this creation of his could conjure up.

He got up from his chair and paced around the lab, thinking of what to do next. The virus was successful, sure, but now he needed a way to spread it.

Miso looked at the static image on his monitor again, noticing that the islanders were eating meat. Animal meat, to be exact.

"That's it!" he exclaimed loudly. He went over to his phone in the office and decided to make some calls, knowing that this would be the perfect oppurtunity to spread the virus.

The sounds of the women on the island getting filled his eardrums as he heard the dial tone end and a female voice pick up on the other line.

"Central City Farming and Associates, how may I help you?"

Miso snickered. "Hello, I'm a health inspector working for the City Council and I was wondering if I could pop by tomorrow and take a quick peak at your livestock?"

The woman over the phone smiled. "Certainly, sir. When will you be arriving?"

The misogynist mad scientist smiled. "As soon as possible."