Raised Scars

Raised Scars

Disclaimer: I do NOT in any way own the anime, Dragon Ball Z. It's owned by… well, whoever owns it, and this is strictly for entertainment purposes only. Thank you!

This is my first story. It takes place in an alternate, parallel universe in the world of DBZ. New characters have been added and play a significant role in the storyline. Any questions, contact me.

Chapter One

The Window

Heavy rain landed in sheets across a window found in the back of the laboratory. It always stormed like this when something gruesome was about to happen. For some reason, it always did. That's how she knew how to run.

The sky was full of the low black clouds that released the rain. Nothing but rain for miles. The once red dirt mountains and mesas that constructed the bare desert-like area were now amorphous. The sunlight that heated up all the metal gadgets lying around was no where in sight. All she saw was rain.

Marron's thighs probably had permanent indentations from the window sill she constantly sat on. It was something she'd started doing a month ago. Waiting and watching for his return. She knew better than to wander too far.

Marron brought her knees to her chest and sighed deeply. She then glanced down at her legs. She saw all the raised scars she had acquired when she went through her… transformation. The pain was excruciating; she'd been awake through it all. But it made her feel stronger somehow, nearly superhuman. But the person who altered her body so drastically passed years ago. He'd died at the hands of one of his own creations. Dr. Gero was a cruel man, hell bent on total chaos and destruction. But he was dead now, and a new, younger, and more destructive person ran things around the lab. Phoenix Redco was not the one to mess with. He was truly evil. But the thing about him was you could never tell his moods. His standard poker face gave no sign of emotion. It was extremely hard to read him.

She sensed Redco's approach and made her way to the large metal door separating her from the outside world she once belonged to. No need to make him angry when it was already going to bad enough.

Redco opened the door. He was soaking wet from all the rain. His piercing blue eyes probed hers with a mix of hatred and admiration. He loved her because she was so beautiful and he was in love with her; but he had such an intense hate for her because she didn't love him back. He knew she could love-- she wasn't that out of tune with her human emotions despite the tremendous altercations to her body-- so he never understood why she wouldn't' be his.

"Marron," he said, cupping her face in the palms of his hands. "I missed you." He pulled her to him and kissed her gently. Marron fought the urge to push him away and run. She couldn't be tortured anymore. She didn't know if her physical and mental health could take it.

"I missed you, too." Marron replied, although they both knew she was lying. Without warning, Redco gripped her forearms and flung her to the floor.

"Don't you dare lie to me!" he raged. Marron scooted back as far to the wall as she could. She bumped the left leg on a metal table leg as she slid.

The metal wall was cold to the touch.

Redco extracted some type of remote control from the pocket of his tan trench coat.

"I warned you," Redco's voice was now calm, but it still contained that edge that reminded Marron of an enraged bull. "Don't you EVER push me away again. You are MINE."

Redco bent down to her level and stroked a few loose strands of light blonde hair behind her ear. The distorted smirk on his face made him seem scarier than he actually was. Marron knew that with her new abilities (she tested them out during one of Redco's numerous absences) she could crush him like a bug. But he had some sort of a mind control over her. He just looked at her and she lost all train of thought. That was how evil he was.

"Now, are you ready to behave like a good girl?" he whispered in her ear. Marron felt a wave of tears sting her eyes. She couldn't release them, not yet. She refused to show weakness anymore, like she had so many times before. She was going to pull herself together and find a way out. That would come later.

"Yes." Marron answered weakly. Too late. The tears were coming.

"Good girl." Redco chuckled slightly. "I love you."

Every time he said those three words, Marron's heart dropped. She didn't love him. Not even a little bit. She despised him. She wanted nothing more than to rid herself of him and this entire place. She'd been through enough. Lying lifeless on a cold metal table for three years was too much to bear. But Redco found a way to awaken her. He always found a way to get what he wanted. That was the only thing she admired about him. His willpower. But she still wanted him dead.

Marron's throat constricted as she managed to choke out the words.

"I love you, too."

Redco laughed again and backed away from Marron. The remote was in his hand now. She knew what was coming. He'd installed it into her body to punish her for roaming too far from the lab.

"You are such a liar." He said. Redco pushed the red button in the center of the remote and a wave of electricity traveled through Marron's body with such a force, it was like a tree being struck by lightning.

Marron released a blood-curdling, horrific scream that reverberated off the dimly lit walls. She knew it'd be over in a few minutes, but it was just too much. More disturbing still, Redco's raucous laugh nearly drowned out Marron's screaming.

And when two full minutes passed, the current running through Marron's body stopped. Blood was pouring from her mouth. She lay there on the floor now, breathing heavily and nearly choking on her own bile.

And then all she saw was black.

A.N.—Pretty gruesome, eh? Well it wont all be like this. This is actually going to be worked into a romance. You'll see with who later on. Please read and review.