Memories.
This is strange. I'm seeing things. Memories off a life I can't recognize that well. It's coming and going a little at a time. I'm seeing a life unlike any I could ever imagine but as soon as it comes it fades away. Names of people and loved ones are fading away from my mind.
"Doctor," I heard and struggled to open my eyes. I couldn't open them for something was keeping them forced shut.
"This man's body is amazing and is taking to the alterations wells."
Alterations? Changes? Someone is modifying my body? I can't allow that.
I struggled my arms or move but I couldn't. I'm willing it to happen but my arms, my legs, my neck, or even my lips refuse to move.
"Excellent. How is the memory wipe?"
Memory wipe? They are erasing these memories I have? I can't allow that to happen, but I can't move my body. It's like it's restricted by something.
"His body is rejecting it and so far any attempt to implant the computer into his skull has caused him to go into cardiac arrest. Same with implementing any cybernetic enhancements upon his body around within his extremities. I've substituted many of his internal organs already though. I could install a chip into his chest and brain if you'd allowed."
"He needs to follow my orders," I could finally make out the voice of a man. An elder man of sorts who must be this doctor the other voice mentioned. One voice that belonged to that of a woman.
"Yes Doctor of course. I'll install the chip but without the computer and software we can't implement your orders… unless," the woman trailed off and I tried to move once more.
"Unless what?"
"Unless you wish to deviate from the Z project," the woman suggested, and the man scoffed.
"And which other do you mean?"
"I believe I brought up an idea of the use of AI combined with gene therapy and cell rehabilitation instead of cybernetic adjustments to completely change the individual. In the regards of this man he refuses to be enhanced outside of his major organs even then we hit a wall. We've tried to adjust him, and he'd rather die."
"That's ridiculous," the doctor spat at the woman. "How can this man reject the changes to his body. He's sedated to the point he's in a coma. He has no thoughts or feels so he can't reject anything."
So my body is sedated but my mind is awake now. How long have I been on this table? How long have they been trying to modify by body? To what aim are they doing this to me? My memories of a time long past are being taken. I'm losing them a little at a time. Memories of ones that I knew before but from when I couldn't guess. My body is resisting them though. My body must be quite amazing to cause them this much unrest. Still they have chanced a couple things. They've replaced my internal organs and who knows what else. I have to stop them before they install anything else.
"This man is an atypical," the woman summarized in the simplest of terms. "Few men have such will that can transpose past the norm of science. The human body can be taken apart, destroyed, rebuilt, and even grow in ways easily revised." I heard the clatter of shoes, maybe heels on stone floor. "But the spirit of a man isn't that easily waned and his persists even while he's comatose. I wouldn't be surprised if he could hear us." I wanted to wince and move but still my body wouldn't respond. "Even now," I heard the woman's voice louder than before but softer as well. Soft like a whisper on the edge of hearing.
"Hm," the man grumbled. "Do as you wish then but ensure once activated he will listen to my orders. Fulfil what modifications you can. I don't want a mishap like with 17 and 18 again in this one. You found this one so it's your responsibility."
This woman was the one that found me? I was found not captured? Or maybe they mean that I was 'found' only with the intent to be captured later. Why did this woman choose me? How did she find me and what did she want with me?"
"Of course Doctor I will finish infusing his body with the Saiyan cells. He's taken to them more easily than any other. I'll study his genetic network more closely and augment his body with a few of the other fighters as well." The woman's voice distanced itself and I heard hands being placed on the top of a metal table.
Saiyan cells? What manner of experiments at they doing to my body? What cells are they putting in my body to change me? I've so many questions they'll never answer I'm sure.
"I'll reinforce his body further to handle the strain of his energy then I'll begin working on the AI I'll install. This will be amazing and a perfect combination of Science and Pseudoscience! You'll see doctor. He'll be the fundamental base of something great!" The woman announced cheerfully.
"As I said, do as you will to complete your experiment and have him ready 21. I'll continue on with "MY' perfect project," the man declared, and I heard the sounds of footsteps of someone leaving the table I was on. I heard him walk away plus something else. I could count three steps so maybe this man uses a cane. An elder man and doctor. Never trusted that combination.
"Of course Doctor I'll do just that." The woman leaned back in towards me. "And you'll be the ultimate warrior. The ultimate protector. The ultimate killer. I'll see to it," the woman mewed.
I found myself falling in and out of consciousness suddenly. I see a light above me shadowed by large needles. I heard the ravings of a mad man in my mind. "Kill Son Goku!" That repeated again and again in the back of my mind.
I feel my body in an unbelievable amount of pain. I tasted something metallic on my tongue. The table I'm shackled to is cold to the touch. I… I no long remember who I am or what I was. I'm a man whose lost his edge and was captured. I'm unsure of what's happening to my body or how long I've been in this state. I'm not sure how long this woman will modify me while I can't move.
One thing is for certain. I will escape, and I will kill anything in my way.
A/N: By goodness I've one for Dragon Ball. Let's see where this goes.